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Eve's New Job Ch. 04

Eve 4: All characters are over 21 years old.




James, having just pulled his latest acquisition into line, found a comfortable seat which gave him a good view of his stable of luscious fillies. James drank a fine Shiraz, rather than the bubbles the girls enjoyed which added to his mellow satisfied feeling, knowing he effectively owned these perfect creatures. While some allowed him to control them voluntarily because they were naturally submissive and easily open to the lure of promised wealth, a couple had taken some persuasion to stay within his clutches. And then there was the new one.

Blackmail wasn't something that James normally used. Had it not been Eve, he would have paid her off and let her go. This girl was just so perfect that he had felt ill earlier in the day, thinking that she may leave. Watching her now, he marvelled at how different she was to the rest while at the same time fitting the same mould. Her figure was just a little more lush, skin a little paler and unblemished bar the bruising on her bottom from his punishments. The girl just glowed with sexual energy while still being an innocent. His penis stirred a little as he imagined taking her virginity. How long since he had one? Sure he had popped lots of virgin bottoms over the years, but that wasn't the same was it? A vision of his red hot brand permanently marking her beautiful creamy buttock, stirred his passion even further. The thought of her screams stiffened him further. He may need to relieve the pressure before dinner. Strangely he was disturbed at the thought of assaulting such perfection so cruelly. In the past he enjoyed getting a girl to beg for the extreme pain that accompanied the hot brand, which signified their graduation. With this one he wasn't so sure. It was almost sacrilege to sully such heavenly flesh. Oh well, he thought, there was plenty of time to decide.

Eve almost felt the heat of his gaze as he watched her, making her blush. She tried to concentrate on the rubbish that one of her companions was expounding, but felt drawn to peek to see if he still watched her. Joan having tapped Sandy on her shoulder whispered to her and led her to Master who had slid to the edge of his chair and spread his legs. Kneeling between his spread legs Sandy kept her head bowed while Master gently squeezed her nipples through the thin material of her dress and whispered to her. Submissively the beauty listened attentively, nodding and answering his questions until he dismissed her. Standing, she turned, Master gave her bottom a friendly slap, sending her on a bee line to Eve.

"He wants to talk to you," she said to Eve, smirking as she said it.

"What does he want?" Eve asked with a tremor in her voice.

"Just go. Don't make him wait," was the curt reply.

James' cock twitched as the voluptuous creature swayed seductively across the room and stood before him.

"Kneel," he tried to sound stern.

Gracefully Eve immediately knelt between his knees. Master reached out and fondled her tender nipples, then grasped her new rings which hurt her a little and sent signals deep into her belly. She immediately felt herself moisten.

Master spoke quietly "tonight is Sandy's graduation party in the play room. All the directors will be there as will all you girls. A graduate from here is allowed to request how she can be used for her final night. I won't go into all the details of her night, but she has requested that she wants the foreplay performed by a girl. The chosen one will use her tongue, lips and mouth to get her close to climax so she is ready for the next phase."

Eve was sure she knew who the chosen one would be.

"Please Master, I'm not a lesbian, don't make me do it. I won't do it!"

"So!" He paused. "You still think you have a choice? I own you! Remember!"

Breaking down the girl sobbed "I won't do it. It's yucky!"

"Ok! Strip and leave. You can keep the shoes; we'll give you your bag and laptop which we no longer need. The message to all your contacts is primed and ready to go. It will be sent as you walk out the door."

"Oh please master, don't do this to me. Can't you just punish me? Why do you want me to do unnatural acts?" Tears streaked her face.

"I own you and will make you do whatever pleases me. If I choose to set you free it will be under my terms. It's crunch time, last chance, choose to submit or leave and suffer the consequences."

The sobbing girl slumped, which stretched her tender nipples which Master still held. Her tears dripped onto her magnificent breasts.

"Ok Master I'll do it," she whispered and sniffed back another sob.

"Good girl, go and fix your make up in your room and return as soon as you are composed."

His prick hardened as he watched his beautiful toy sway out of the room. Quickly he stood and grasped the nearest girl by one wrist and dragged her out of the room towards the corridor where the girl's rooms were. Soon he was on the girl's bed, lying back while the girl hungrily sucked his rampant cock while rubbing her hard clitty. The door was ajar so this scene was just visible from the corridor.

As Eve passed the slightly open door she heard the slurping sound of enthusiastic oral sex. Peeking, she could see Master lying back while a girl girls head bobbed up and down as she engulfed his engorged tool. Angrily Eve stomped back to the party, hating both master and the slut. Why didn't he choose me to do that? She thought. Quickly downing two glasses of bubbles she joined in the vacuous discussions, the alcohol gradually calming her.

Master returned about twenty minutes later followed a little later by the smiling girl with freshly applied lipstick. Hating the bitch, Eve glared at her. When the girl joined their little group Eve thought she could see a drop of fresh semen nestling in the slut's cleavage. Filthy tart, you haven't even cleaned up properly mused Eve, wishing she could slap her.

With a clap of hands, Joan announced that dinner was served. The girls dutifully followed master and Joan to the dining table. All stood while Master seated Sandy on his left and then beckoned Eve to sit on his right. Once Master was seated at the head of the table and Joan at the other end the rest of the girls sat. Three pretty maids served several delicious courses each accompanied by wines, in which the girls all indulged themselves. Only Master, Joan and Eve restrained themselves. Even with controlled drinking Eve felt a little tipsy. She was not a seasoned drinker. Master's presence so close to her was unsettling causing a tingling tightness in her tummy and moisture on her cunny lips which would soon be pooling on the leather of her seat. By concentrating hard she was able to enjoy her meal and the wine, all the while wondering if she would be able to service Slut Sandy's needs as Master had demanded. She knew that it would only be possible if she shut her eyes and thought of something pleasant.

Once dinner was finished master tapped his glass with a spoon to gain the girl's attention.

"You will be all waiting outside the play room in an hour. Be prepared for anything. Make sure that you are clean and fragrant in every way, as you never know what will be demanded of you." He rose and left the room. The girls quickly followed and returned to their rooms.

On time, for a change, Eve waited with the other girls having cleaned herself thoroughly as she presumed that anal sex may be on her menu for tonight. Of course that would depend upon her oral performance on the slut's cunny. Sandy, leaning against the wall and smirking at her did not go unnoticed by Eve. Oh how she wished she could find the courage to bight the bitch's clit off.

"Come on in ladies," Joan said as she entered the play room, the layout of which had changed since Eve's last session.

On one side of the room were arranged several comfortable leather chairs grouped in a semicircle around a large coffee table. A cute maid dressed in black and white stood at attention nearby. Along the opposite wall were six saddle like devices mounted on legs. Eve had no idea what they were for. Two chains that Eve had seen before dangled from the ceiling above eyebolts protruding from the floor. These were set up at right angles to the row of saddles and the chairs. The leather toped bench which had been the site of Eve's ravishment was also set up near the centre of the room.

"Eve! Wait in the corner near the cabinet. Sandy! Wait near the bench. Girls! Mount the Sybians."

As Eve went to her position, she noticed that the Saddles, which she now knew as sybians, each had a dildo mounted upon their top. Each girl slipped out of her thong, straddled one of the devices and impaled herself upon the dildo. Once the girls were seated Joan remotely raised each Sybian until its riders feet were just resting on the floor.

The chant that Eve remembered from her previous visit to the room started as six people wearing hooded robes entered the room and seated themselves in the leather chairs. Their features were impossible to discern in the dim light. The maid served each of them with a drink, while Joan addressed the girls.

"I will start the Sybians. You may not cum until permission is given. You will be punished if you cum early. Sandy! Get the dress off and climb up on the bench."

Eve heard a gentle humming coming from the sybians and a little gasp from one of the girls. Meanwhile, Sandy had slipped out of the dress and thong and was laying back on the bench, knees apart, with her just her calves hanging over the edge.

Joan buckled leather cuffs with metal rings attached to Eve's wrists and ankles.

"Eve! You know what is required. Get to work and get that girls pussy good and wet."

Eve swayed deliciously but tentatively over to the waiting girl. The watchers waited patiently while Eve placed herself between Sandy's knees and leant forward until her nose was close to her waiting target.

Wafting into her nostrils was the heady perfume of an excited woman. Eve knew that smell well, as it was her ever present nemesis as her body so regularly betrayed her, as it was doing now. Why was she getting moist when they were demanding that she do something repugnant to her? She wasn't worried about the taste; she had tried her own and found the taste pleasant enough, though not as nice as chocolate or ice cream. Just the idea of eating another woman's cunny was demeaning. Trying to just think of Master's beautiful cock, she slid her tongue along the waiting slick groove between those puffy lips until she lightly brushed the clit. Sandy's gasp distracted her cock focussed mind, and she reeled back in horror at what she had just done.

Strong hands grabbed her upper arms, stood her upright and dragged her away from her task. In what felt like seconds but which in reality were some minutes, Eve found herself stretched tight and spread by the chains from the ceiling and the eye bolts in the floor. Feet spread a yard apart; stiletto shoes barely touching the floor while her weight was taken by her arms. She was totally exposed and vulnerable to any cruelty that her masters may inflict upon her. In front of her another girl had taken her place and was noisily lapping at Sandy's sopping pussy. Sandy was panting hard.

"I think you are wasting your time with this one James. Sure she is beautiful, but she is too wilful and innocent." Eve heard the chairman say. "If it was my choice I would strip her, give her a good caning and set her free."

"Oh! No!" Eve sobbed.

"Otherwise, why not sell her to Mistress R. At least we would recover some of our wasted investment? With a little chemical assistance she'll be doing any perverted task that R demands of her within days. With her looks R will make a fortune out of her until all that fades."

"Oh please Masters don't throw me out. I belong here! I belong to you! Punish me, make me obey but please don't sell me." The hysterical girl cried, tears pouring down her cheeks, ruining her makeup and dripping onto her magnificent breasts. "I'll do anything to stay with you," sobbed the blubbering creature. Her body shook with terror.

Looking at the shattered but beautiful creature suspended in front of him, James found a disturbing image flash briefly in front of him. He saw Eve's lush form, wasted, covered with needle tracks, complexion ravaged, toothless and diseased. He knew then that he must train her to save her.

Sandy's screaming climax diverted him for a moment before he turned back to his chained and trembling slave. Three well hung naked young men stood nearby. They seemed to be waiting for this moment.

Grasping Eve's chin, James pulled her face close to his and whispered "I'll keep you, but be assured that the rules have changed. There will be more pain and less pleasure until I'm sure you are broken. Where we go from there is up to you. Shortly I'm going to cane you for all today's infractions. Think on that while we cater to Sandy's graduation, I'll want your commitment then."

Soon, sandy had impaled herself upon one of the naked man supine on the leather bench. She leaned forward exposing her pink anus to assault by yet another man's penis. This double penetration soon became triple when yet another man pushed his prick into her waiting mouth. The four soon developed a rhythm which ensured that all Sandy's lust holes were filled deeply and assured her pleasure. First to cum was the one in her throat. Once his seed was deposited he retreated which allowed Sandy's panting pleasure to be vented to the watching crowd.

Sandy's second screaming orgasm for the evening was followed quickly by the other two dumping their load into the writhing, sweating girl. Eve was equally repulsed and fascinated by the scene as it unfolded before her. Juices made her inner thighs wet and soaked her stocking tops. Was this what he would expect of her? As Sandy climbed off the supine lover, one of the sybian riding girls came loudly.

"You were warned. No coming without permission," Joan growled as she pulled the girl from the saddle. "You will ride the wooden pony for half an hour as punishment." Eve watched as the crying begging girl was dragged to the infernal device and lifted on to it. It was obvious that the girl was in for a very uncomfortable thirty minutes as the pointed bar upon which she perched dug into the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Her attention was drawn away from that unfolding scene by James addressing her.

"Well; my little gem I have some questions for you. If I ordered it, would you clean those three pricks which have been inside Sandy?"

"Yes master," she replied tentatively. After all, she had cleaned off Master's penis before.

"Very good. Look at sandy."

Sandy was leaning against the bench where she had recently been pleasured. Semen mixed with her own juice was leaking from her pussy and bottom and coating her inner thighs.

"Will you clean Sandy if I ask you to?"

Shuddering and repulsed Eve hesitated before whispering," yes master."

"I'm unconvinced. I think there is still some rebellion hiding inside that pretty exterior. That's ok, I will enjoy correcting you. Are you staying or going?"

"What choice is that?" she spat back at him. "I stay while you try to break me, or I'm sold to some psycho bitch. At very best I'm thrown naked and penniless on the street."

"Got some courage back have you?" James laughed. "What if I gave you your skirt and blouse to cover yourself, you'd still be penniless of course but at least you'd stay out jail for a while and you'd be free. So that's the choice; go or stay."

Eve was torn. She couldn't answer. The option was a little better but still fraught with danger. Master was standing so close she could smell his maleness. Her body was betraying her as usual.

"Make a decision little girl. I want to have some fun tonight. If not with you, I'll enjoy one of the others."

"I'll stay. Break me if you will," she said with unconvincing bravado.

"Good girly. Joan! Gag her. I need to punish her for those infractions."

Quickly Joan forced a rubber ball into the restrained girl's mouth and secured it with leather straps around her head. Master disappeared from her sight.

The only sounds in the room were from the remaining girls panting on the sybians, sobbing from the pony girl and the chanting. Most eyes were on Eve.

Suddenly her bottom exploded with burning pain. Her attempted scream came out as a muffled gurgle as her tears welled up. The searing pain was repeated five more times turning her into a mess of pain and tears only supported by the chains. Master appeared in front of her, sliding his belt back into the loops on his pants. Running his fingers between the folds of her sex he was pleased to find her still moist.

"Take the gag out." Joan complied. Eve sobbed.

"Broken yet?" he asked quietly.

All Eve could do was sob and shake her head.

"Looks like I will have to flog you." He walked over to the cabinet of toys, selected a flogger and returned.

There was a short pause as the sobbing girl was lifted off the pony and carried to the bench where she was laid on her back. Through her tears Eve could see that the girl's pussy looked a little swollen and red. Joan gently rubbed some soothing balm into the folds of the girl's sex and then popped a vibrating egg inside. Joan warned her again not to cum without permission.

Gasping, Eve peered through her tears at the wicked looking whip in Master's hand. Short handled with multiple foot long strands, the girl was sure that she was in for some extreme torture. I wonder why they haven't gagged me. She thought.

Smiling wickedly, James stepped back, raised the flogger and flicked it down onto Eve's bare left breast making sure that only the tips of each strand touched her delicate skin. He then flicked it back upwards so that it hit the underside of the same breast. Carefully he reached out and gently stroked the now pink skin.

Eve had flinched as she saw the flogger falling towards her breast but was surprised at how little it actually hurt. The sensation was that of multiple stings which disappeared quite quickly.

James repeated the down and then upward slashes upon the other breast and stood back to watch the result. He smiled at the lovely colouring developing on her magnificent breasts. He was sure that her nipples had hardened a little. After a momentary pause he repeated the procedure on each breast in turn. Now he could see that those nipples were hard and lifting their decorative rings away from her areolas.

Eve was shocked that the sensation from the flogger was of a sting that turned into a tingle. That tingle, in turn invaded her lower belly with warmth and need. She gasped when she felt something hard and rough slide across cunny. She soon realised that it was the handle of the flogger as Master pushed it against her lips. She could smell the aroma of her arousal.

"Clean it," he demanded quietly.

She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the handle as he slid it slowly across her mouth.

Satisfied with its cleanliness and her submissiveness, James grasped the handle and stepping back, flicked each breast again. Her panting pleased him.

Eve was shocked at the sensations coursing through her whole body with each assault upon her breasts. Nipples hard as she had ever felt them and tender from the piercings, were signalling the rest of her body their pleasure. When he flicked the lash upwards between her thighs she squealed with shock. Now the heat in her nipples was matched in her cunny. When he did it again she didn't squeal. Rather; she started to pant quite loudly.

Very happy with the results he was getting, James set up a rhythm working his way around the exposed parts of her body with the flogger. Breasts, inner, outer thighs and cunny each felt the stinging caress of the soft thongs of the flogger. Only her badly bruised bottom was spared.
Eve, much to her distress was getting very excited. Oh why did her body have to betray her so? Once again her inner thighs were sopping with her juices. The bastard was getting at her by turning on with pain. Panting, she knew that if he kept it up she would soon cum.

She was close. He sensed it. Her breath was ragged. He stopped and stepped back. Before him he saw a beautiful mess. Ruined makeup streaked by her tears, pink breasts showing stains from her makeup and thighs slick with juices. His heart raced a little.

"Oh no!" she cried out when he stopped the delicious torture.

"Enjoying that were you?"

She looked down but remained silent.

"If you want to cum you must beg."

Silence!

"Ok," he walked to the supine girl who was trembling with excitement on the leather bench as the egg buzzed her towards a climax. He flicked her breasts with the flogger which pulled her closer to cumming.

"Please Master." He heard from behind him.

"Please what."

"Please make me cum."

"No! I'm busy with someone who appreciates me."

"Please Master, I'm begging you!"

"Will you submit to me and be my slave?"

Silence!

Putting the flogger aside, James unbuckled his belt and smiled at the look of horror in the poor girl's eyes.

"Oh no; please Master don't hurt me again."

"Well! Answer me. Will you submit?"

After a hesitation, when she could see him slowly sliding the belt out of its loops she answered.

"Yes master, you win; I'll be your slave."

"I don't really believe you, but you have saved yourself from the bruising that your breasts were about to receive. I suppose you want me to make cum now."

"Please master; make me cum."

His belt back in place, flogger in hand he returned to his systematic attack on her sensitive skin. Soon she was close so he concentrated on her sex until she was close again. He stopped.

"Oh Master please let your slave cum!" she wailed.

"Clever choice of words little gem. Ok."

Only a few strokes were needed to have her screaming ecstatically. He kept up the assault until her climax subsided and then left her slumped against her chains.

Demanding wine from the maid he flopped in one of the chairs.

"Joan. Release her and send her off to tidy up. And let those others cum. They deserve it."

"I reckon you will regret this James. She's trouble." The Chairman said from an adjacent seat.

"I'll enjoy trying."

Sipping his wine, James watched his toy, with Joan's help stagger to the bathroom. Joan returned and gave the Sybian riders permission to cum.

In the bathroom Eve needed to pee. There were two shower recesses, two toilet cubicles, a bench with a sink and well stocked make up area. Unwilling to sit her burning cheeks on the seat she squatted over the toilet to relieve herself. She found a cloth with which she washed her face and breasts of the makeup and tear stains before reapplying her makeup. With another cloth she cleaned her inner thighs and her cunny, hoping to get rid of the sexual aroma that wafted around her. Through the door she could hear the cries of ecstasy as the sybian girls climaxed. Reluctantly Eve returned to the play room where she could see the sybian riders slumped forward, completely spent, Sandy sitting cross legged at the Chairman's feet and the hapless girl who had ridden the pony writhing and panting on the leather bench, trying not to cum as the egg inside her wove it's magic.

James beckoned to her, "kneel before me."

Most of the stiffness had left her legs so she was to walk with her usual sway until she was before her Master where she knelt.

"Well my little slave you look much better now. Sandy has a lot of dry semen on her thighs. If I ask you to lick it off, will you obey me?"

After a hesitation, with a trembling voice she answered "yes Master."

"If I ask you to finish off that girl on the bench, will you do it?"

Once again she hesitated before agreeing.

"OK make the girl cum with your mouth. Be enthusiastic about it or you will be the next on the pony."

Knowing that to fail this task would be very painful Eve quickly attacked the girl's cunny with her lips and tongue. By blanking her mind to what she was doing and thinking of Master's body Eve was able to ignore her revulsion. She couldn't ignore the dampness between her legs. Why did her body respond this way to every sexual experience? Soon the girl was calling out for permission to cum as Eve voraciously sucked on her engorged clitty.

The girl was very close when James gave her the go ahead. Within seconds Eves, already soaked lips and chin copped a squirt of girl cum as the bucking creature reached fulfilment.

"Well done slave. Go to your room, tidy yourself and wait. I'm not finished with you yet."

Eve made her way to her room wondering what he planned for her now. Her bottom was still hot and very sore from the belting he had given her. Every step was painful. In her room she cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup. Unable to sit she lay on her tummy on the bed.

"Well that is a fine sight. I like nothing better than to see a lush, bruised bottom waiting for my attention." James words made Eve gasp with surprise.

"Please Master, don't hurt me again. I'll be a good slave."

James undid his belt. Eve's bottom lip dropped as she was close to tears until she realised he was undoing hi fly and lowering his pants and shorts before sitting on a chair. His semi hard penis was waiting for her. Quickly she left the bed, knelt before him and engulfed him. Her tongue and lips soon had his member hard and ready. Holding her head between his hands he pushed her away from her prize.

"Get some lube. Kneel on the bed. I want your bottom."

From the ensuite Eve returned with a tube of jelly which James took from her. She positioned herself kneeling on the bed. Having shed his shoes and pants, he was behind her now forcing two, then three lubricated fingers into her clean rectum. Knowing that relaxation was the only antidote to pain with this kind of sex Eve tried to remember how she had managed to get through the last assault upon her back passage.

The fingers plopped out of her and were replaced by the gentle but insistent pressure of his generous manhood. Eve pushed back against that pressure and relaxed her sphincter as she had last time. Slowly she stretched to accommodate him until the bulbous head was inside her. Gently but insistently he forced himself into her until he could go no further before pulling back and repeating the motion. Soon he was sliding back and forth in her tight bottom, panting a little as his excitement grew.

Eve was relaxed and even enjoying the intimacy of her Master's piston sliding in and out. Unfortunately she didn't think she could cum this way. Last time she was on her back and the pressure of his pubic bone bumping on her clitty had brought her off. She sighed when she felt master's hand reach around her and start to manipulate her engorged nub. Soon she was close to yet another massive orgasm. By the urgency of his thrusting she was sure that he was close too. She tried to hold off.

"Cum for me; slave." He whispered raggedly.

She exploded. Soon he filled her with his seed, gasping as he came.

Staying inside her, he flopped them both onto their sides where they lay spooned together recovering. Drifting off, Eve looked forward to having proper sex with her master. Her period was due so as soon as that was out of the way he would take her.

"When are you to be ready for me? I want the real thing. The wait is killing me." Had he read her mind?

"It feels like it should start tonight. So; I guess about three or so days. Someone has left me some undies and everything I'll need."

"Joan will talk to you about your duties over this time." His member was becoming flaccid so he pulled it out with a plop and dressed quickly.

"I'll see you sometime tomorrow, little slave. You were very good tonight." He said as he left the room.

Soon Joan popped her head round the door. Eve was curled on the bed in the afterglow of her climax.

"If it has started you will still go to breakfast at seven. You may wear your skirt and blouse. I'll help you out of that corset; the laces are a bastard to undo on your own. After that, clean up and sleep well. You will be doing a different job tomorrow."

The following morning, it had started, so she found herself tapping keys on a keyboard. Sitting was uncomfortable but not unbearable. She was transcribing a rough manuscript for a book into text. She found the story quite engrossing so the morning passed quickly. At lunch she sat uncomfortable at Masters right. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. At breakfast he had noticed that she was fully dressed rather than just in her lingerie so knew that he would get his wish soon. He had a few plans to keep her on her toes over the next couple of days.

After lunch Eve and the others returned to their computers. Master called one of the girls back. She eventually returned to her desk with a dreamy look in her eyes and the aroma of sex wafting from her as she passed Eve's desk. Bitch; thought Eve. She's been fucking Master.

At four they were released from work to return to their rooms. Eve was curled up on the bed snoozing, having shed her outer clothes, and visited the bathroom. A tap on her shoulder woke her with a start. Master was standing in front of her. Black jeans, a white T shit and bare feet were his outfit. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other which he placed on bedside table.

"On your knees slave," he demanded.

Quickly she slid off the bed and knelt before him.

"Undo my fly and clean me slave."

Reaching out she unbuttoned his jeans, grasped his flaccid member and carefully pulled it out. She smelt dried cunt juice. That bitches' slime was on him and she was expected to clean him off. She gagged at the thought.

"Oh Yuk. Couldn't she have cleaned you?"

"No! You must do it slave. Get on with it; clean me then make me hard. You forgot my title so you will be punished for that."

Reluctantly the poor girl systematically licked the length of his shaft, gradually working her around the rapidly stiffening cock. The stench and taste almost had her vomiting.

"Look at me and pretend you are enjoying this or I will add to your punishment."

Eve looked up and saw his wicked smile. He was enjoying her torment.

"That's clean enough. Suck me off." He demanded gruffly.

Engulfing him she sucked the smooth head of his prick, and then alternated between sliding her lips up and down his length and suckling hard on the head. His gasp and the pulsing of his shaft warned her that his load was imminent. She was sucking hard on the knob when he dumped his cream in her mouth.

"Don't swallow until I permit you to." He said as he was still pumping globs into her succulent mouth. Finally he slowly withdrew, trailing a sticky thread which he wiped onto her chin.

"Keep your mouth open so I can see my seed on your tongue."

He kept her like that for some minutes, wiping extra drips of his semen on her cheeks as they appeared.

"You may swallow, and thank me for your gift," he finally said.

The sumptuous girl swallowed reluctantly and with difficulty, knowing that it would dry her throat.

When it was finally down she said hoarsely "thank you for your seed master."

"How does it taste?"

"Better than that slut's dried slime, but it makes me very dry," huskily spoken.

"You forgot my title again; slave. Are you trying to get extra punishment or are you just stupid? Pour me a glass of wine."

"Yes Master, I'm sorry, Master." She spoke quietly as she crawled to the wine bottle, stood and poured two glasses.

"Did I say two glasses?"

"No Master." Head bowed. She brought his glass to him where he now sat and knelt before him watching as he savoured his cool wine. James smile as he saw her whole visage imploring him for some wine to repair her rasping throat.

"Oh OK, you may have some wine. Bring the bottle and top me up."

Standing, she quickly grabbed the other glass and downed it on the way back. After topping up his glass, she knelt again.

"You may have some more. Savour it this time as it is a very fine drop."

While she delicately sipped her wine he spoke again.

"You have done quite well this afternoon apart from a few title lapses. I know that it was distasteful, but it was a lesson that must be learnt. I will delay your punishment for a couple of days, so that I can reward you with pleasure afterwards."

"Thank you master, your slave is trying to learn her lessons." She spoke deferentially.

"Tidy yourself up. I'll see you at dinner." He took the bottle and his glass and left her kneeling on the floor.

So this is how it's going to be, she thought. A slave to be used and abused, she stood and threw herself onto the bed and burst into tears.

James, as he walked slowly to the lounge room, mused about today's progress with his delicious slave. She was getting close to tamed. One more day of this and then I'll cut her some slack and set the hook.

The evening was uneventful. A lovely dinner followed by some discipline for a couple of the girls, both finished with panting climaxes. James kept his toy close and unsettled, with accidental touches and bumps. He made her deliver the cane to him from the cabinet and stand close while he administered the punishment. It was she who fitted the egg to one girl and applied the butterfly to the other. She was a regular girl Friday.

Now, this is interesting, she thought. He seems to be mellowing a little. I feel special, possibly valued. I wonder if I can tame him. I'll just play the perfect slave and he'll come around eventually. There may be pain but there is always pleasure too, I just wish he'd stop this girl on girl fetish. I guess I'll just have to get into that for a while.

The next day followed the pattern of the previous one almost exactly. She worked before and after lunch and then cleaned James after he had taken yet another girl. She hoped that this wasn't to be the pattern forever.

A relatively early night helped Eve. She slept well and was on time for breakfast and work. Relieved to have incurred no new punishments, she was surprised when master held her back after lunch. It was day three. She hoped she would be ready for him by tomorrow. Surely things would change then.

"Follow me," he said. Standing up, he led her to the elevator. Once inside they travelled up rather than down.

"You may ask any questions you like this afternoon as long as you address me respectfully."

"Thank you Master."

When the elevator doors opened Eve was led into a large foyer. The floor was highly polished timber boards while the walls were white with large abstract paintings hanging in dramatic contrast to the stark walls. Two wide corridors led away at right angles to the elevator entrance. James led her into the right passage and then immediately into a room on the right again. The room was a sumptuously furnished bed room with a king sized canopied bed, a couple of leather lounge chairs with a coffee table between them. There was thick red carpet on the floor which matched the mainly red hued decoration of the room. A ceiling height window allowed a view over the city to the west. Eve was shown through a dressing room and into a beautifully appointed bathroom. The room was much better fitted out than any hotel suite that Eve had ever imagined.

"What is this place Master?" the girl asked.

"The whole place is my residence, while this is one of ten guest rooms. Five are in this wing and the others are down the other corridor. We are in the penthouse of the building."

Over whelmed by the opulence displayed, Eve numbly followed her Master out of the room, back into the foyer and then right through wide doors into an open lounge and dining area. On her left there was a long dining table which could easily seat thirty people. To the right comfortable leather chairs and lounges were laid out in groups around low tables. Soon they were at a glass wall which faced east, overlooking a pool, another view of the city and out to sea. Eve was stunned into silence.

The tour then took them into a narrow corridor to their left where the girl was shown the hi-tech kitchen, a laundry and a closed door which had a sign describing it as the house keeper's residence. Reversing their direction they crossed the open area and into yet another corridor which Eve realised must be immediately adjacent to the guest corridor which they had explored. Master strode to the far end past two doors on their left before stopping in front of a partially open third door. Eve could hear quiet moaning coming from inside.

Uttering a little growl, Master stormed into the room and stopped so quickly that Eve bumped into his back. Before she could inspect the room Eve could see why Master was angry. Lying on a bed, moaning with her pleasure was a pretty slim maid with a hand in between her thighs.

"What the hell are you doing?" roared James.

The embarrassed and apparently terrified young woman, Eve guessed her to be in her early twenties, quickly slid off the bed and stood at attention shamefacedly in front of the Master.

"You are here to work, not self-pleasure yourself. You do know that don't you maid?"

"Yes sir." The shaking girl mumbled.

While James contemplated his next move Eve perused the girl. She was slimmer and much taller than Eve. Her feet trapped and locked in ridiculously high stilettoes, her legs encased in sheer black hose and her creamy white thighs exposed above stocking tops. Her uniform was a fancy dress styled French maids outfit like ones that Eve had seen for sale in lingerie shops around Halloween. The flared skirt was so short that a third of her slim bottom was displayed as was the gusset of her micro thong. Garters held her stockings up and a push up bra, pushing her perky little breasts up was clearly visible through the sheer material of the dress. A white apron, gloves and frilly cap completed the ensemble. Her makeup, while overdone was obviously expertly applied. One glove was lying on the bed. The girl's figure reminded Eve of the popular girls who used to bully her at school.

"Go to the play room and wait for us in the corner. Continue your manipulations if you like but don't cum."

Gathering up her discarded glove the frightened girl opened a side door and scurried through, closing it behind her. Eve was now able to inspect the room.

She was standing on lush pink carpet. In front of her was a king size bed with ornate brass ends and a light canopy, made up with pale pink sheets. The whole décor was in various shades of pink apart from the heavy drapes on either side of the wide east facing window which were a darker hue. Paintings of naked or barely clad voluptuous women adorned the walls. Exploring, eve found a dressing room with mirrored doors which hid hanging and storage space on one side and a dressing table on the other. The room looked like it belonged at a film set. Eve could imagine herself being made up like a star at that table.

Through the dressing room Eve found a large ensuite with a spa bath, separate shower and a sink. Eve guessed that the door to the side hid a toilet. She was gobsmacked by the opulence of the place. James was sitting in one of two pink winged chairs and smiling when she returned.

"Sit slave. What do you think of the room?"

Eve took her place next to him and answered "it's beautiful. Who stays here Master?"

"No one does at the moment. I furnished it for a live in sub that left after a year once she had saved enough money. No one has lived here for over twelve months."

I need this room, Eve thought. This is the first step in trapping him.

"Was she beautiful Master?"
"She was of the style which you have probably noticed is the way I and the other directors like women to be."

"Like me Master?" eve almost whispered.

"Yes very like you. She was not as voluptuous as you. What did you think of the maid?"

"She was very pretty with a body that I envied at school. The bully girls all were slim like her. The makeup is a bit over the top, but well applied Master."

"With that body she will never be more than a maid in this household. She is a trained makeup artist and hair stylist and she is wearing the style I demand of her. If I ever replace my sub I'll get her to apply her make up. In fact my, little slave, I think I'll get her to work on you later after her punishment. You could try out the makeup table. Pretend you are Marilyn." He stood and strode to the door through which the maid had disappeared. Eve followed him into a dimly lit room which smelled of timber, leather and excited maid. Eve tingled with anticipation.

Maid was standing in a corner moaning quietly as she twiddled her clit. Around the room which Eve realised was very similar to the downstairs playroom, there was strange furniture and apparatus. She could see a version of the wooden pony. A vaulting horse stood in the room's centre. There was an aura about the place which was both exciting and terrifying.

"Maid, assume the position. Slave, fetch a cane from the alcove over there" he pointed "you will punish her."

The maid bent herself submissively over the horse while Eve fetched a cane. She saw racks of canes, whips and floggers. On a separate shelf was an ornate steel pipe with the letter J welded to one end and an insulated handle the other. Eve shuddered. This must be the brand; she thought.

"You must give her five strict strokes. Between each stroke you will rub the cane between her thighs. I want her to cum at the end."

Eve took aim at the pert little bubble butt displayed before her, swung the cane back and landed a half-hearted strike across the cute little globes.

"You will put the full force of your swing into the next blow or you will feel the cane after we have finished with this creature. Pretend she was a bully at school."

Eve slid the cane from between the maid's cunny lips. It was slick with juices.

Swinging the rattan back and high, Eve slashed the stiff cane across the girl's bottom causing a gasp, before rubbing it between her thighs again. The maid was close; in pain but excited. The fifth stroke did the job as the maid dissolved into her climax.

After the maid had licked her slime from the cane, Eve replaced it in the rack, stared fearfully at the dreaded brand and returned to master.

"Back to work maid, finish the Consort's room," James ordered. The girl scurried back to the bedroom.

"You! Assume the position" he pointed at Eve.

She flopped across the horse, exposing her beautiful bottom beneath her skirt to him.

Once her skirt was peeled out of the way he spanked her once, hard and said," if I ask you to do something, do it well. That's what my subs do."

Oh, is he thinking of me as his sub? Eve thought.

"Yes master."

She was led through a door opposite to the sub's bedroom door into a massive bedroom furnished in timber and leather, the walls adorned with paintings of beautiful women variously restrained in bondage. Oh I wish I was ready to use. Eve thought, her body tingling with lust.

"This is where I sleep. In the past; girls have envisioned themselves sharing that bed. It hasn't happened and never will. I don't do vanilla, and have no intention of settling down."

Grinning to herself eve muttered quietly "we'll see about that when it's the only way to hold me." She had a plan.

The couple returned to the lounge and took up position in comfortable chairs facing each other with the magnificent view to their side.

"You must have more questions, slave."

"Why does the maid do menial tasks, dressed like a parody when she has a trade that she could ply Master?"

"Because she must. She is a true submissive, it's in her DNA. She loves it here, where she doesn't have to think. The pay is pretty good too, she spends none of it, never leaves the place. She is happy just to work and get caught being naughty so I will pay her some attention. Serving at my parties is one of her highlights. Wearing that degrading outfit in amongst a group of sophisticated men and women and having her bottom pinched by all and sundry keeps her very excited. She is also in love with me, poor little thing. You have permission to not use my title while we have this conversation, the repetition is tiresome."

"Have you fucked her?"

"That is a bit impertinent and crude. No I haven't. She wants it, and by me denying it she is tortured which adds to her submission."

"Apart from being a sex slave, bondage object and whipping target, what other duties does a live in sub have? It would get pretty boring between sessions I imagine."

"Think of her as a mistress or consort, even a girlfriend of sorts. She attends social gatherings with me, the races, theatre, and parties. There is shopping of course. Within certain parameters she is free to wear what she wishes, so shopping expeditions and trips to the beautician or hairdresser are a regular task. Of course she must help me host my parties here, although she will also be part of the main event in the playroom after dinner. During all this time her bank balance is growing. Unfortunately the last one took the money and ran."

"Why pay her and give her that opportunity?"

"The sub must always have the opportunity to leave. That's what submission is. Giving yourself to a dominant other, freely. It's a risk I must take."

"But not for me. You hold me here with threats and blackmail."

"Yes that was unfair. I had to do it as you are so wilful; I feared you would leave before I could introduce you to the upside of this life."

"Was it all a bluff?"

He stood and started to walk towards the elevator. "Follow me; I want to show you something." He demanded.

Next to the elevator was a door which he opened. Inside was a pile of luggage which Eve recognised as hers.

"I don't understand."

"I lied to you. You have lost your flat; that was going to happen anyway. Your furniture is in storage."

Out of his pocket he pulled a wad of money which he passed to her.

"That will keep you off the street for a while. There is a glowing reference waiting in the office. You are free to go when you wish."

Standing there looking at her handsome tormentor, Eve was torn between leaving and staying. He had lied. Some of her privations over the proceeding days had been terrible while she had enjoyed the climaxes he had ripped from her body. She stated to shake and then sob. Strong arms pulled her to his chest.

Patting her back gently he said "don't cry little gem come and sit while you decide." He led her back to the chairs, sat her down and held each of her small hands in his own large ones.

Once she had calmed she said "I want to stay and be your sub please Master."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. That is a possibility but you have some hoops through which you must jump before that position is possibly offered."

"What hoops?" Her voice trembled.

"Well: to use your crude term, I haven't fucked you yet."

"You seem to enjoy my bottom and mouth well enough. Don't you think my cunt will be good enough?"

"You'll have to stop being a little smart arse and using unseemly language to have any chance. Once I'm satisfied that you are tame you will have to graduate."

"You mean branding?" she said breathlessly.

"Not just branding, you must beg to wear my mark. I have never branded a girl who hadn't begged for me to do it. It is the ultimate submission."

"You need not decide now about that final step. Your make up is a mess. How about I call the maid and you can try out the film star dressing room while she applies a good coat of paint. I want you to see how I will want you to look sometimes. There is a dress and shoes that you should wear in the wardrobe. You can model for me." He rang a small bell which brought the maid clattering quickly across the boards, teetering in her impossible shoes. She curtseyed to master and ignored Eve.

"Take this lady and make her up. You know what I like. Help her to dress in the white sheath and shoes and then bring her back." James ordered.

"Come with me, madam." The girl said, curtseying to James and clicked across room towards the consort room. Eve followed meekly.

Sitting at the dressing table, lights around the mirror illuminated her face starkly Eve tried to feel like a film star while she contemplated branding.

"Maid, have you been branded?"

"No madam I haven't unfortunately. That entitlement is not allowed to subs like me. Only women of your class are allowed that privilege. Please don't talk while I work on you."

While the lights stayed on, the mirror went blank; Eve imagined that it must be a screen of some kind. Maid swivelled the chair so that Eve faced her and started her work. The reflection of the lights in the opposite mirror doors illuminated the other side of her face. After an hour, the maid was satisfied with her work and allowed her client to see it.

Eve was shocked at the result. While she looked like a slut, she had to admit she was a beautiful slut.

"Please remove your outer clothes and shoes so that I may dress you, as Sir has requested." She left Eve to undress and returned with a white dress draped across one arm and a pair of silver stiletto platform soled sandals in the other. The dress was hung in the wardrobe while the shoes sat on a shelf. Eve was seated again so the maid knelt before her and reached for her garters to remove her dark stockings.

"I can do that." Eve said testily.

"Madam; Sir asked me to dress you, please allow me to do his bidding."

So Eve relaxed while the girl unclipped and then slid the stockings sensually down her legs and off. Smiling, Eve thought; I could get used to this.

The girl unpacked a fresh pair of nude, seamed stockings and unrolled them onto Eve's shapely legs. Eve stood while the maid straitened her seams and clipped her garters on. She was then seated again while the maid opened the dress and allowed Eve to place her legs into it. Eve stood so that the maid could slide the clinging sheath over her curves. The strapless dress was of an opaque white stretch material which hugged her every curve. It also exposed every line of her underwear as it did her bare nipples above her quarter cups. She sat again so that her maid could fit her shoes and buckle them up. Once she was standing, tottering in the highest heels she had ever tried Eve was pleased with how she looked. The heels made her look tall. She hoped she wouldn't fall. Stay ups and no underwear would have been even better. Perhaps if she ever got the position, Master might allow her to make those decisions.

The maid sat her down and styled her hair, holding it with spray, before leading her slowly and carefully back to the lounge. James was not there.

"Wait here. I'll let him know you are ready to model for him."

Eve sat and enjoyed the view while she waited. She was just starting to fidget with boredom when she heard the elevator arrive. Master stepped out, grinning, then sauntered over to her and flopped into the other seat.

He looks pretty pleased with himself, Eve thought. I hope he hasn't had been sticking it in one of those skanks downstairs.

"Model for me little slave." He asked smiling happily.

The girl elegantly raised herself from her seat and carefully sashayed away from her master, the beautiful rounded globes of her shapely bottom swaying seductively. After turning she walked back towards him. This time it was her perfect breasts, barely contained in the thin material, which held his gaze memorised by her beauty. He hardened in response to the perfection swaying towards him. She stopped for a second before gracefully turning and retracing her steps away from him again. Heart rate elevated and a little short of breath he sat entranced while she returned.

"Stop, stay there while I peruse."

Still seated, he was astounded by her perfection. From the hair and make up to her beautiful toes she captivated him. He stood and asked her to turn. From behind she was just as fine to gaze upon. He was smitten.

"Turn and tell me what you think about the outfit."

"Thank you Master. I think I look quite nice. The makeup is a little too slutty for my taste and I think the dress would better without underwear. I love how the shoes make me look tall and slim. I can see by the bulge down there that I must be having some effect upon you." She giggled cheekily.

"That is true little smart arse. You will be solving that issue for me shortly. As for the underwear observation, you may be right for your average woman. Panty lines and such are usually kept hidden, but in the case of a sub there is value in a certain amount of embarrassment of having her secrets revealed. Now I think it's time you knelt to take care of my little problem," he unzipped, freed himself and flopped back in his seat.

"Yes Master, but it is hardly small." Again she used her cheeky tone.

"Are you taking a leaf out of the maid's book and trying to get my attention through naughtiness. There might be a spanking in your near future. Now get that beautiful mouth to work before you really get into trouble."

Very relieved to find that he was clean, with only his sexy man smell she attacked her task with gusto. He was rock hard as the beautiful girl bobbed up and down; alternating between sucking and sliding up and down she was looking forward to his explosion, when she heard the bell tinkle and the clatter of the maid's heels as she approached. His hand on her head held her down when, embarrassed, she tried to pull back and hide her actions.

"Bring wine and glasses maid, get back to work little gem."

Eve returned to her task, somewhat unsettled by his apparent need to humiliate her. The maid returned and there was the sound of classes and bottle placed upon a table.

"Stay here maid. We will need the wine poured shortly. Watch closely, this girl is very good. You may learn something useful to someone one day."

Totally humiliated, but undaunted, Eve threw herself at her task with zeal. Soon she was rewarded with a gasp from her Lord and a mighty squirt of his seed landing on her hungry tongue.

"You know the drill. Don't ever swallow without permission." He said as he freed himself from her glossy red lips.

The sub sat back upon her heels and held her mouth open for his inspection. With a finger she collected the drops which slowly oozed from the bulbous head before her and wiped them on her lip.

"Maid; see how much of my seed she has milked from me. You may pour the wine now, and you my little gem, may swallow." Her face flushed with shame, Eve gladly swallowed his sticky load. Her mouth and throat were very dry and she craved some wine.

"Serve the slave first maid, I'm sure she is parched." He said kindly.

Eve took the glass eagerly and drank it down quickly. Master, as he had in the past savoured the wine. Eve was sipping the second glass of wine when she noticed an errant drop of Master's semen escaping from his tip. Bobbing forward she quickly licked it up before it strayed into master's lap.

James was so fascinated by the creature kneeling before him that he had forgotten that he was still exposed. It was tempting to ask the maid to put him away but he felt that asking her to do that might be a step too far for the poor besotted creature.

"Would you like to pack this away, Maid?" he asked mischievously, holding his flaccid penis.

"Oh; yes please sir." She gushed.

"But you won't will you. Why not?" He grinned.

"A lowly maid isn't allowed to touch, Sir's personal parts because she is not worthy, sir."

"Why are you bullying her Master?" Eve asked, trying to keep an even tone.

"Because she enjoys it. Maid; tell this slave what happens when I bully or humiliate you."

"I get turned on and wet Sir. But I'm forbidden to touch myself which makes me even wetter and frustrated."

"Would you like to cum maid?"

"Yes please master."

"You have my permission to pleasure yourself after you finish your duties this afternoon."

He tidied himself up.

"Maid, fix your Mistress's lipstick. It seems to be a little smeared." He gave Eve an amused grin.

Her heart was pounding as the maid knelt and applied a fresh coat of glossy colour. Did I really hear that? One very confused girl mused.

"Yes you heard right. I like the way your hair and makeup looks. She will be your part time maid. Until I make a decision on your future she will help you prepare each day. As your preparation will take longer than the others, you may start breakfast an hour later than the others. Be prepared to be hated by a bunch of pissed off girls. When will you be ready for my use?"

"Thank you Master. I hope to look perfect for you. Your little slave should available for penetration tomorrow. If I'm a good ride will you then put your mark upon my flank?" Why must I keep baiting him, she wondered?

"I think that bottom needs a little warm up. You are getting far too smart for your own good, girl. When you are to be branded will depend upon your behaviour and whether I believe that you're pleading is real. I also must be convinced that you understand that being branded is probably the most painful thing you will ever experience. Go with the maid, she will help you back into your uniform. I will punish you after dinner tonight."

Once changed, she returned to her room, rested and prepared herself for the night. Clean and fresh she fronted for dinner, drank some bubbles and chatted with some of the others. A few commented on her makeup, wanting to know who did it. She tried to stay mysterious. She heard the word "slut" whispered a few times.

Up yours girls, I'm going to win this race. She thought.

Once dinner which Master hadn't attended was over; the girls cleaned up in their rooms and met up at the play room.

When Master arrived they all filed in. Eve thought he looked distracted.

After caning a couple of the girls, James sat, pulled Eve across his lap and gave her a half-hearted spanking. As it was through her skirt and panties, little extra damage was done to her bruised bottom. He dismissed them all and wandered off to the elevator.

That's very strange behaviour. Eve thought.

In the bathroom after rising early she discovered that it was indeed over. I wonder when he will take me. Will it be public? A knock on the door signalled maid's arrival. With her help Eve prepared for what she hoped would be a wonderful day.

She arrived at the dining room just as the others were leaving. Each of them looked her up and down, sneered and then ignored her as they headed off to prepare for work. The maid had returned to the pent house.

Eve was wearing her corset, stockings and highest red heels. Hair and makeup, just as Master had requested it was complimented with some gold hoop earrings and choker. Her cunny was exposed as she was still not allowed to wear a thong.

Master smiled as she entered the dining room.

"I'm guessing by the way you are dressed that you are ready for use." His smile couldn't have been wider.

The beautiful sub blushed. "Yes master. I'm ripe to be plucked."

"I'm pleased. Enjoy your breakfast, tidy up, dress and then report for work. I'll see you at lunch." He stood and left the room.

Eve enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then followed his instructions. She spent the morning in her cubicle reading and having her responses to the words in front of her. After a couple of near misses, Joan allowed her to cum just before lunch. She travelled in the elevator, reeking of her excitement, with the other girls who took the opportunity to show their displeasure with her by, sneering, sniffing deeply and muttering very nasty descriptions.
Shrugging it off was easy for Eve as she was sure that today would change her life forever. She was going to beat these losers to Master.

At the table she took her place on Master's right. The heat of his desire was almost tangible. His hand brushed hers, while he picked up a cruet of pepper just as she reached for it. Both tingled as something flowed between them. They both gasped as each drew away from the other.

James ate quickly. What the hell was that? He thought, while Eve picked at her food, totally distracted and lost.

James rose and, fixing her with his steely gaze, and said" when you finish, take the lift to the penthouse. Your code is 666, my number, the devils number so take care."

Heart thumping, her whole soul tingling, fearful yet excited; Eve picked at her meal. Hunger eluded her. The chocolate chip beckoned, she ignored it. Her appetite craved for only one thing and he was waiting above her.

Excusing herself, she returned to her room. Visions of her, ravished and sated, draped across master's bed assaulted her. Oh well, better clean my teeth. She still tingled as she found the elevator and coded her way to the penthouse. The maid awaited in the hall outside the lift.

"Follow me Mistress; I must prepare you for him."

"I'm sure I can prepare myself. Why do I need your help," Eve responded testily. She was getting sick of all the attention. A little alone time would be nice.

"Oh please Mistress, I must do it or he will punish me terribly." The girl was trembling.

"I thought you liked him to hurt you. You get off on it, don't you?"

"You don't understand. He'll banish me to the country estate for a month and bring back another maid. He'll make sure that I don't even see him during that time. If he visits the mansion I'll be locked away while he's there. Please Mistress, let me help you, I beg you," she was shaking now and almost crying.

"Oh alright; do what you have to do." Eve relented while she contemplated the idea of a country retreat. It's probably a castle, she thought.

The following hours were an ordeal for the beautiful girl. The maid cleaned her inside and out, plucked errant hairs, styled her hair and applied an extravagant makeup. A fragrant lotion was massaged into her creamy skin from neck to toe. It made her skin even paler but with a sheen of silver dust. Her nails glowed with red polish that matched her lips and rouged nipples.

"I love that pretty jewellery. Did sir give you those pretty piercings, or did you already have them?" Asked the maid. "I wish I could have rings like those."

"He did it to me. I'm so lucky." The maid didn't get the sarcasm.

Eve stepped into a white corset that the maid held open for her and slid up over her curves. Much more ornate than the other garments she had worn since she had been here; it left her breasts supported but exposed and was heavily panelled and boned. The curvy girl was quite comfortable in it until the lacing was tightened. So tight did the maid pull the laces; that Eve's tummy was crushed. Her figure was now waspish. A deep breath was impossible as was bending at the waist.

Sheer white seamed stockings were rolled up her legs. As she couldn't bend, this would have been impossible had not the maid been here. Once they were attached to the garters and straightened the maid helped her into silver sandals with towering heels. Silver hoops matched a choker. Rather than a thong, Eve's cunny was decorated with two fine silver chains. The chains were attached to the front of the corset, passed between her thighs, separating her labia and then attached to the back of the garment. Every movement that Eve made was delicious torment to her tender parts. She would need no further help with lubrication before master popped her.

Soft leather cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles. Each was padded to protect her delicate skin and had a metal ring securely attached.

"You are almost ready now Mistress." The waiflike girl said as she pulled a long garment from a hanger in the wardrobe. It was a white peignoir of sheer chiffon. The sleeves were long with flared cuffs; from shoulders to hips the fine material hugged her body. It was open to the top of her corset to expose her cleavage where a series of buttons held it together all the way to the top of her Mons Venus from where it was split to her ankle. Carefully the girl paraded before the mirrors. The gown revealed more than it covered. With each step: her spectacular legs were revealed as was her silver decorated cunny. When the maid placed a crown of white flowers upon her head she could see the whole ensemble was a parody of a wedding dress. A bondage bride prepared for sacrifice.

Briefly, she thought she should feel degraded. Rather, she was strangely elated as she gazed at her reflection. She looked sexy, stunning and truly beautiful. How could Master not want to claim her as his private sub, when he saw how she looked? Even before he sampled her tightness, and stole her innocence, surely he would be smitten. She shuddered as a vision of smoke wafting from the site of her branding and her anguished face, twisted in pain briefly interrupted her daydream. Could she go through with it? If she could jump that hurdle and become his consort, surely her ultimate aim could be realised. She must convince him to mark her. Following the maid slowly back to the foyer, the spectacular creature imagined herself lying enraptured in a bed of pink rose petals as her master slowly sank between her moist folds. Shortness of breath and towering heels conspired to slow her progress.

In the lounge space they found master sipping red wine while he sat facing the end of a large divan which was covered in crimson satin. To one side a photographer had set up a couple of cameras on tripods and flash lamps. His heart skipped a beat at the site of her. He stood and stared, momentarily slack jawed. Stunning was the only word that came to mind. He beckoned her to him.

"I want photos of you before I take you. Follow the photographer's orders exactly as he knows what I want to see, his name is John." Gently grabbing her chin he pulled her face towards him. Eve's eyes closed. Her lips parted. She was sure that he would kiss her. She felt his lips brush her forehead and then he was gone.

For the next hour, John placed her in multiple pinup, burlesque and centrefold poses. In some she would look a little demure while many would be quite risqué. He loved the contrast between her pales flesh and clothes with the red satin. Of all the subjects he had shot in this building, Eve was by far the best. He imagined that he was creating promotional images for a film studio in the fifties.

Finally it was over and her master returned wearing black jeans. Also black was his collared and buttoned shirt, open to expose his sculptured chest. Pulse racing, Eve tingled all over at the site of him.

Taking her hands in his he helped her stand, and then led her by one hand to the consort's room. Being mindful of her breathlessness and the height of her shoes he took short steps to match hers. Once in the room he paused, almost as if deciding his next move. Eve took a step before the brass ended bed, the sheets had been turned down while she was posing, assuming that this was where she would be deflowered. James held her back.

"I told you I don't do vanilla." His voice was husky. She was pulled carefully towards the play room.

Oh no; he's going to truss me like a turkey again and pop my cunny like he did my bottom. It's not fair, she thought.

She was close to tears when she entered the room. Things had changed. Instead of finding a bondage bench, the room was dominated by a massive bed in the centre. King size and made of steel pipes it was quite ugly and to Eve intimidating. Both head and foot were identical with outer uprights in heavy pipe which doubled as legs. Narrow pipes formed cross bars between the legs at various heights, while two log pipes stretched the full length between the tops of the uprights. Metal rings were welded strategically spaced along all the pipes. A plush mattress was covered in red satin, as were several pillows scattered around.

"Lie on the bed," sternly spoken.

She did. Oh well at least it's a bed.

Taking each wrist in turn he secured them with slack chains to rings spaced two feet apart on one end of the bed. Her ankles were free. The girl trembled with fear.

Sitting next to her shoulders he patted her gently on the head.

"Relax little one. I'll be gentle. This isn't punishment its pleasure. You are only restrained because it pleases me to see you that way," spoken almost lovingly. He stood and stripped. The virgin gasped when she saw his naked athletic body. He had always been dressed before or she had been blind folded.

Once on the bed he positioned himself on his knees between her spread legs and detached the chains running through her folds. Just the sight of her, vulnerable in front of him had him hard as he pulled her to him. Leaning forward he guided the bulbous head into her opening, slowly allowing her to stretch and accommodate him. Once she was settled he gently pushed against her hymen, increasing the pressure until it tore. Oh she was so tight and so wet.

He was so big. Surely it won't fit. Oh that hurts. He's inside me and I'm stretching. Oh, he's so deep. This is so good.

Embedded inside her he waited as she relaxed before retreating. Even so lubricated she seemed to draw him back. Slowly he developed a gentle action, exploring her to her deepest part. Her pussy was the best he had ever had. She was the best he'd ever had. So tight and compliant he determined to keep her for himself. She would be his perfect live in sub. Rasping breath as his excitement grew.

Starting to pant, she no longer felt the dull pain of her tearing. Only the sensation of him stretching with each thrust was important. She clenched each time he was deep, trying to hold his pubis against her clitoris. It was building into something special. Unexpected, it crashed over and through her, trying to use her legs around him to hold him close. She screamed.

So close himself, James only needed to drive into her a couple of times before he too gasped as he erupted deep inside her. Sated, he flopped onto her. He dozed.

She lay there dazed. I hope they're all as good as that one. He must keep me. She was breathless. His weight and the corset were constricting her.

"Master, I can't breathe," she croaked. He rolled them both sideways but stayed hard inside her. Tenderly he kissed her forehead. Locked together they slept.

Awake, she discovered him still inside her although he was now flaccid. He stirred.

"Master, I need to pee. When I come back, may I clean you please?"

He nodded and unchained her.

When she returned he was propped against a pile pillows, sipping a glass of wine. Next to the bed on a small table were another glass and the bottle.

Ignoring the wine she made a beeline for her prize with her lips and tongue. She lapped at him until every trace of their juice was gone.

"Have a drink." He suggested. She filled her glass and sat next to him. Their glasses clinked as they quietly celebrated.

"May I speak please Master?"

"Of course you may, my little fuck toy."

That hurt her but she ploughed on.

"Will you brand me?" submissively said.

"I'm not sure that all the sass has been knocked out of you. I might have to test you for a few weeks before I'm satisfied."

"Please master, I beg of you, mark me. Make me yours."

"I'll think on it and let you know at dinner tonight."

"Please master, I can't be whole until you own me." She was ready to cry.

"You have my answer, now get me hard, I'm going to knock some more sass out of you."

After putting their glasses aside, Eve answered the call and gladly sacrificed herself to him again.

Gentle shoulder shaking woke her. Still in the great bed, alone now, maid was waking her.

"Wake up mistress; I need to ready you for dinner."

Groggily, still basking in the afterglow of her last climax she rolled out of bed and dazedly followed the maid.

An hour later she was ready for her meal, steeling herself to plead again to have her flesh seared and blistered. She wore another sheath dress. Clinging to her body like skin, its designer had included some sculpting elements which enhanced her natural curves. Underneath she was naked except for nude stay up hose. Strapless and cut to expose most of her breasts, her nipples were barely covered by the sheer material. The slit from her mound to ankle was held closed with tiny push fasteners. The stretch material was reinforced at the hem with stronger material secured with strong hooks. Eve was hobbled by the restricting dress which only allowed short steps. This was hardly an imposition as she was quite tender from Masters persistent attentions to her newly available delight. The walk to dinner on tall heels was quite slow.

Stunned yet again at her beauty, James rose from his seat and led her into the dining area where a table for two replaced the usual banquet table. He must have a team of removalists on tap, she thought.

The Maid served them three delicious courses, with complimentary wine. The spectacular girl, still basking in the afterglow of sex, tried to open a conversation, only to be hushed by James. Although impatient to plead with him for his mark, she stayed quiet. As they sipped coffee he spoke.

"I can see you need to ask me something. Go ahead."

"Please Master; I need your mark upon me."

"Why?"

"It means I have given myself to you completely, that you own me."

"I may not want you!"

Trembling and about to cry she pushed aside her chair and knelt next to him.

With head bowed she begged, "Master, own me. You have taken my body, now take your my soul."

Reaching out he cupped her chin and raised her face, looking her deeply in the eyes.

"Ok. I'll do it tonight. Be warned that it hurts like the fires of hell, a hurt that lingers for days. It is also no guarantee of being my consort. Have some more wine while I organise the playroom." He left reluctantly.

Thirty minutes later he returned to find her still kneeling next to his chair.

"I told you to drink, stop defying me or all bets are off." He passed her the glass.

She gulped the wine and followed him to the playroom.

In the centre was placed a new device. A padded waist high bench from which two, foot long kneeling pads protruded from the legs at one end, stood sinisterly waiting for the trembling beauty. Squatting before her, James grasped either side of the dress's hem and pulled the two sides apart. The press studs popped like a zip exposing shapely stocking clad legs and her ring decorated cunny. Carefully he positioned her kneeling on the two pads and pressing her torso over the top of the bench. Her chin was snug in a recess in the bench, while pads on either side held her gaze straight ahead. On the floor, a few feet away, Eve could see the brand, nestling on a metal frame with the inch and a half high letter J heating over a slow gas fed flame. Nearby was a metal bucket filled with water.

James secured her calves to the long kneeling pads with wide soft leather cuffs. Her creamy thighs were similarly restrained to the bench legs while another wide strap held her torso securely to the bench top. The other legs had cuffs for her wrists. Totally restrained, knees spread and unable to move her luscious buttocks and thighs were totally exposed as were her cunny and anus, once James had flipped her skirt over her back. Fascinated and terrified she could see her nemesis gradually developing a red glow.

"Are you absolutely certain about this? I could possible give you the position without it."

So tempting was this possibility that she hesitated before replying.

"Please just do it. I give you my submission by doing this." The J glowed bright red. Her heart raced.

She saw him grab the handle of the brand in a gloved hand. Eve shut her eyes tightly as the hated instrument left her sight line.

After a short pause she felt the radiant heat from the iron close to her left flank. Nothing happened.

"Please Master, just do it don't hesitate."

"Fuck," he screamed. "I won't destroy such perfection." The radiated heat retreated from her flesh. She opened her eyes.

Hearing bubbling and a hiss she could see the handle sticking from the bucket while a cloud of steam rose above it.

So angry was he, that he didn't bother finding an implement to punish her bruised bottom. He pounded her soft round globes with his palms until both his hands were sore and she was screaming for mercy. Running his hand along her slit he found her dry. Had she been wet, he would have plunged into her tender pussy again to hurt her some. Guilt from what he had done and the contemplation of ravishing her washed over him.

Squatting, he pushed his face close to her. Tears had destroyed the girl's makeup and were pooling in the depression under her chin. She sobbed.

"You stupid cow; look what you've done to me. Thinking of what I nearly did makes me sick." So angry was that he was shaking. "If you still want to be with me, join me for breakfast at nine o'clock." He stalked away towards his room.

"Maid, get your skinny arse to my room. Bring wine and glasses." She heard him shout before the door slammed.

Oh hell, Eve thought, he's not going to fuck her just to spite me is he? Some minutes later she was relieved to see the maid, carrying a full glass past her to the consort's room, before returning and massaging her burning cheeks with soothing cream which took some of the throbbing pain away.

While the pain subsided, her bonds were released before the maid led her through the bedroom and into the dressing room. Before she sat in the chair before the mirror, the maid helped her carefully out of her dress. A soft pillow on the chair protected a little as she sat her punished bottom down.

Once her stockings and shoes were removed the maid coated her face with cream which she then wiped off, leaving her face fresh and free of makeup.

"Did you manage to pleasure yourself after lunch?" Eve asked.

"No mistress, there wasn't time."

As the girl was standing close in front of her, Eve reached around her with her left hand and pulled her close. With her other, she cupped the girl's sex through the thin fabric of her thong. Finding moisture, she ran one of her fingers back and forth along the slit.

Trying to pull away the girl said "No, you mustn't, he may be looking, and he will banish me to the country." A surprised Eve held on to the squirming girl and looked for a hidden camera. Her manipulation of the now panting maid continued.

Of course he would have cameras. He was a control freak. Eve didn't care; she wanted the maid as an ally. Soon her ministrations worked, bringing the girl to a breathless climax.

"You should sleep, mistress. You need to be up at seven."

While the bed was turned down Eve performed her nightly bathroom ritual, and then slipped, naked, between the soft satin sheets. The maid tucked her in, doused the lights and left.

Trying unsuccessfully to plot her assault on him the following day, she was soon asleep.

Awake early, Eve had already cleaned herself and was waiting when the maid, cappuccino in hand, arrived.

"Make me perfect for him today, don't give him a chance." She whispered conspiratorially to the maid. She feared that he would be watching.

By eight forty five Eve was prepared. They had used every trick that their shared experience told them would work on him. Extravagant hair and makeup, tight corsetry, seamed hose, towering heels, sheer and clinging dress which showed off her perfect legs and fetish piercings; these would be his undoing. The silver chains that had replaced a thong during her ravishment were threaded through the rings of her cunny, their ends dangling between her creamy thighs. Eve was sure of it as, ignoring the twinges from her ravished cunny; she swayed seductively to the dining area. She was early for a change and he wasn't there to see her entrance.
The maid seated her at the small table and left to bring juice and information.

"The housekeeper said to go ahead with the meal. Master will see you at his pleasure sometime today. What can I get you to eat mistress?"

"A full English breakfast please. You should have one yourself; we need to get some curves on that cute little body of yours." The girl scampered away. If he likes curves, I'll give him curves, thought Eve.

Only one huge breakfast arrived. Eve shrugged and enjoyed every morsel of the fatty feast. After a trip back to her room to brush her teeth, she settled down in the lounge room with a tablet she found lying around and read stories. The only genre was erotic, with an emphasis on bondage and punishment.

At about eleven he arrived, dressed immaculately in a charcoal suite, white shirt tie and spit polished shoes. Eve's heart skipped. She stood and waited demurely as he approached. Surely he must love the way she looked.

James did his best not to react to her. Hell she looked perfect.

"Turn for me." He ordered.

She turned as sinuously as she possibly could. Once facing him she was sure that there was evidence that she was getting to him. She deliberately glanced at his fly quickly before holding his gaze.

"Sit. Nice touch those chains. I might hang some weights on them."

Once she was seated. "So what am I to do with a wilful slave?" he mused.

"Mark me and make me your consort oh masterful one." She said smiling cheekily.

"I should put you over my knee right now for that insolence," sternly said.

"Oh goody, do I get to cum this time, I thought that was the deal."

"Alright, shut up and listen. I'll mark you but not with the brand. A discrete tattoo on an inner thigh will satisfy the rules. Ok?"

"Not acceptable. I want it where it can be seen by anyone in the playroom when you make me the main event as part of a party. I want a very sexy tramp stamp."

"A tramp what?"

"It's a tattoo on the lower back, just above the bottom. I think an erotic pink orchid; petals open with the J nestling in between will be perfect. I could have dresses made with a strategic split to show it off."

"Ok, you win. You can have the bloody mark. You can help the artist design it if you like. We'll do it this afternoon."

"And?" Eve left the word dangling.

He took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.

"I'll take you as my consort if you wish."

"Thank you Master." She gushed.

He pulled her to him bent down and brushed his lips across hers."

"Remember this, I don't do vanilla. There will never be wedding bells and rug rats."

"Yes master, I understand, I'll be a perfect submissive for you, just watch how good I'll be."

The beauty smiled inwardly and thought; done and dusted.




Author's note.

That's may be it for the story of James and Eve. For those of you who have stayed for the whole ride I thank you. I know there are errors of fact and sometimes the scenarios are pretty far-fetched. It is fiction after all. I'm sorry to those who wanted a romantic end. I don't believe it has a place in this category. That said, if I was to weigh up the determination of each character I think I can see a winner here. You will have to decide. I may explore the Eve/ maid relationship, the parties and even some embarrassing excursions. If there is more to this tale it will be in the BDSM category.

Davine.
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