Chapter 24: Their Master’s Pleasure
Chapter 24: Their Master’s Pleasure
“Kneel down,ssies,” Angus ordered them. He even went so far as to help Darlene down, because
with the plush carpet and those heels, she probably could not have performed the act herself. Darlene
thanked him. Melinda scowled and said nothing when he took her arm to help her down.
As soon as they were both kneeling and facing the fire, he told them sternly, “Stay like this. Do not
stand up. Do not move. If either of you do, you’ll get another whippin’. Yes, right on top the one from
this morning. It would not feel good, I’m thinkin’.”
Then he left them.
Almost immediately, Melinda turned her head and looked around. They were alone in that room. The
door had been closed by Angus when he left. She had been sitting on her heels but rose up as far as
she could and still be on her knees.
“There’s no one around,” she told Darlene in a whisper. “Maybe we could…”
“I don’t think so,” Darlene cautioned. “This seems to me to be a trap. Maybe they want us to try and
then they’ll have another reason to punish us.”
“Shit! They’ll punish us anyway. They don’t need a reason. Remember what Reggie said? ‘You are my
property. I can do anything I want to you.’ I think he really means it.”
For a minute, neither of them spoke. “Maybe our ‘Master’ was supposed toe in immediately,”
Melinda said. “Maybe he has been dyed. Maybe we’re not supposed to be left alone for more than a
minute. And it’s been longer than that now.”
“And maybe this room is bugged. They might be listening to us. Maybe even watching us,” Darlene
said.
“Shit! We have to do something!”
Melinda looked around again. Still no one showed. Melinda gave every appearance of being on the
verge of rising to her feet and fleeing.
“What would you do?” asked Darlene. “Run off into the forest with your arms taped behind you and
these high heels on your feet. We can’t get them off with those locks. You wouldn’t get very far.”
With a sigh, Melinda sat back on her heels. As much as she hated to admit it, Darlene was right. It was
probably a trap, and if not, it would still be a stupid move. She could see through the windows that it
was dark outside and some rain was falling against the ss. How far could she get in the dark and
rain and secured in the condition she was? She forced herself to remain calm and wait. But it was not
easy.
While the two of them were awaiting their fate, someone else in the lodge was suffering. In the upstairs
bedroom shared by the staff, Susan was awaiting the return of her husband and hating every minute
that he stayed away.
Angus loved her and she loved him. But he was a stern man and quite resolved in his belief that they
must obey the Master at all times. This included reining in Susan when she could not control her inner
sadistic tendencies. This he did with punishments when he felt them needed.
Susan was no longer wearing her catsuit. In fact, she was totally naked, save for some ropes binding
her wrists and ankles together. After the tying of her wrists and ankles, he had rolled her onto her
stomach on the bed and looped a rope between her arms and legs. That he passed through arge
hook set solidly into the ceiling directly over the bed. When he pulled on the rope, her wrists and ankles
came closer together behind her, first into a hogtie and then, as he pulled more, into a suspended
hogtie. Her hands were pressed hard against her ankles. Her body was arched backwards as all her
weight was taken by the ropes. It was a most ufortable position for any woman to be tied into.
After a while, the strain on the body would be quite painful. A couple hours of that and she would
be crying big tears onto the covers of their bed.
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But this was not enough. Angus was very well acquainted with Susan’s moods and knew that he had to
prevent her from exercising too much freedom in the punishment of these two new girls. It was
important that he make this clear to her. And the best way, as he well knew from experience, was to
hurt her. He would punish her the same as any girl that happened into the Harcourt Lodge. When she
had suffered enough, he would let her down, take her into his arms andfort her. Then she would
behave – for a few days at least.
As she hung over the bed, moaning softly but notining even though she was not gagged, he
once again looked at the old scars covering her ass. Long before he had met her, a man had scored
that tender young ass cruelly, the belt buckle he used tearing the flesh and leaving scars that would
never fade away. That was part of the reason he never, ever, punished her by whipping her ass. Since
there were two good looking women under their control now, he felt that something stronger was
needed to deter her from going overboard in the punishment of them. So he took a pair of alligator clips
from the dresser and knelt on the bed besides his hanging wife. The clips were the kind used for
electrical work. Small, but with a strong spring and two jaws like alligators lined with sharp little metal
teeth.
Susan saw the first cliping and gasped. But as the jaws opened and encircled her left nipple, she
said nothing. She did, however, cry out when the jaws closed in on her tender bud. She could feel the
sharp pain where those teeth dug into her flesh. She knew that the pain would not go away, and when
they were taken off there would be tiny puncture marks and even a drop of blood or two.
Other women might have begged and pleaded for him not to torture them so. Susan did not. He
attached the other clip and listened to her suppressed cry. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the
cheek.
He left her. He turned out the light, leaving her in darkness, and closed the door behind him. As she
swayed slowly over the bed, she was moaning. That was the only sound in the room save for the
tapping of the rain upon the windows.
Angus went back down to feed the ves and prepare them for the Master. He knew it would be a
couple hours before he returned to his bedroom. Susan would be crying. But she would also be a very
submissive woman when he untied her and took her into his arms. He might leave the clips on her
nipples while he made love to her. His chest pressing against hers would hurt her but also make her
more excited. He loved the fucks right after he punished Susan. She was such a wildcat then!
Back in the den, two naked women waited. As time passed, they became more certain that they were
being watched and this was a trap. In fact, no one was watching them. Both the Master and Angus
were very experienced and shrewd ve-owners and keepers. They knew exactly would be going
through the ve’s minds. They also knew that they would find both of them kneeling obediently before
the fire when the Master entered an hourter.
In some ways, new girls were so predictable.
Master Reggie entered, found them kneeling in ce as he expected, and made a choice.
He ordered both to their feet and watched as they struggled to stand with no hands to help and those
ridiculously high heels to hinder. When they were standing, he ordered them to walk out of the room.
The destination was his bedroom. It was upstairs, which they climbed cautiously, and almost directly
over the den below. It also had a firece of stone but without a fire going at that time. His bed was
large, covered with a very warm lookingforter of dark blue.
Without preamble, he ordered Darlene to sit on the hearth, and then bound her ankles together with
rope. Extra rope was then threaded through a ceiling ring, and he pulled until Darlene was forced to
watch her feet rising before her until she was pulled off the hearth andnded on the carpet. He
continued to pull until she was suspended totally off the carpet, her feet near the ring, and her head just
above the level of the bed. Then he tied the rope off.
Melinda watched this, wondering what he was doing and if there was anything she could do about it.
With her arms still taped behind her back, she felt helpless. She might kick, but trying to do that while
wearing those high heels would certainly mean a fall to the floor. Then what? She did not know.
With Darlene hanging upside down and in in view of the bed, Reggie removed his clothing. He was
grinning as he stripped, watching Melinda’s face all the while. She was frowning. He knew what was
going through her mind. She knew that sexual intercourse was about to be performed upon her body
without her permission. She had already shown enough fight and spirit, so he knew that she would fight
him. This was fine with him. In fact, he would enjoy the fucking even more. With her arms taped behind
her, he could easily control her.
As he walked towards her, his erection on proud disy, she backed up. The dresser soon halted her
retreat and he was upon her. Taking her in his strong arms, he pulled her towards the bed. She tried to
kick him, but he expected it and easily blocked her attempt. Then she found herself falling to the bed
and lying on her bound arms with his weight on top of her. She struggled, twisting, but when he was
finally positioned as he wanted and pressed into her, he could fee that she was ready for him.
For a few moments, he was content to hold his position, buried deep within her sheath, feeling the
tightness and warmth around him. Then he began slowly moving his hips, withdrawing some, and then
pushing in as deeply as possible. He was in no hurry and built up the tempo very slowly.
Melinda was uttering little sounds of anger, but those slowly transformed to moans of pleasure as her
female body responded as it was programmed to. The heat within her sex rose. Nerves tingled and
came alive in ways she did not want but could not avoid. Before long, she was thrusting her hips
against his as women have been doing since the beginning of time.
His sex was not huge. But it was above average in length and thickness. What was more important
was the manner in which he used it. He yed this helpless female like a master would y a musical
instrument. He soon had her wanting more of him and begging for him to ram her harder and deeper.
He did.
When they exploded, it was the girl first, followed by the Master who knew exactly what she was
experiencing and allowed his self control to ease off enough to gain his own pleasure. For a long time,
they pressed hard against each other. Melinda moaned as skyrockets went off in her mind and red-hot
mes flowed over her.
Unnoticed by either of them, Darlene was also moaning as Melinda and her Master reached the most
intense feelings two people can share. She moaned loudly but not of pleasure. Nor was it emotional
pain for what was being forced upon Melinda. It was an agony of frustration that sounded in her
voice.