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She is his slut. He is her Master. It's what she wanted the day she first bumped into him in the lift. Towering over her, his voice resonant and sure, he could have had her right there, any way he wanted. Now, in candlelight, clad only in her nylons, she curls up in his lap. It's been a long night. All the lust she felt earlier has been subdued by a calming love.

"There, there," he soothes, petting her hair softly. "How's my little one?"

That's what he calls her whenever she has endured the full brunt of his ravenous debaucheries. When his snapping crop has rendered her clit raw, when his brute of a cock has battered and stretched her anus, used her like a whore, she becomes his 'little one'.

Ever the submissive, she answers, "I hope I pleased you, Master."

How he knows her. Every parcel of flesh, every niche of her psyche, every one of her needs... how she must be loved, lusted after, and above all, used. By nature, she never complains. So sensing a rare evasion, he answers, "Yes, you did. But did you enjoy tonight's festivities?"

She bows her head, hesitates, then fibs, "Yes Master."

"Tell me about it."

She is wearing more jewelry than usual. Lots of rings and bracelets, a faux diamond choker and matching earrings. All at the request of the Russian, and all with Master's approval. The Russian is gone now, though the memory of his long tongue still lingers. She hesitates, struggles to avoid any hint of what's bothering her. Finally, she caresses his chest with her cheek, whispers softly in the hope he won't be displeased with her.

"I liked how you held my hand while he licked my clit."

Her own words surprise her, vividly bring back the whole scene. Here on this very couch with Master at her side...

[ ...she spreads her nylon sheathed legs to offer her pussy to the Russian. But Master's crop snap to her swelling clit signals that it's too early for that.  

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s..." she hisses and squeezes his hand.

More snaps to her taut nipples, then her cunt lips, then directly on her clit again. The Russian remains silent, waits patiently, gently nibbles the white flesh above her stocking tops. Tonight, like her, he too is a willing slave. Ever bound by the covenant among all masters who are invited to partake of another master's slut, he awaits his cue.

Not that that is any of her concern as she writhes in the throes of her throbbing clit.

"Is there something my little whore needs?" he asks knowingly.

"Yes, Master."

"And what might that be?"

"Your crop, Sir."  

"More than his tongue?"  

"Yes, Master." ]

She's become addicted to his crop. The cool spoon that caresses her clit one moment, then snaps it the next, has full dominion.

The candlelight twinkles off her choker and earrings. She's a whore in bloom, lips glossed in black, her eyes in blue, her hair pinned up to reveal the down on her neck.  

Snap.

"Thank you, Sir."

Snap.  

"Ooh..." she moans.  

"Lick it," he orders the Russian, who readily obeys. His prurient tongue slithers over thick cunt lips, laps the lush nub.  

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasps.

He pulls his head back as Master resumes.  

Snap.  

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s..." she hisses even longer. "Yes, Master...please!"

Snap.  

Rolling her eyes up, she begs, "Please...don't stop."  

Snap.  

"Ooh...yes-s-s..."  

One nod from Master and the Russian is there again to thrust his full tongue into her cunt. Then sucks on the lips...long and lustily with consummate skill and purpose. He's a burly sort, barrel chested, gruff, unpredictable. The kind of dom she both fears and wants, but only with her true Master near.  

Snap. Snap. "That's what that whore cunt needs, isn't it?" Master goads.

"Yes...Sir," she replies, her lips quivering with pleasure.  

He cues the Russian once more, who responds with soothing licks while Master continues, "Like you, it needs a firm hand, doesn't it?"  

"Yes, Sir."  

"And a firm fucking too. Isn't that right?"  

"Yes, Master," she admits demurely.  

"I'll bet our guest could give you the firm fucking you need." 
  

His words give her a start. Her cunt wets anew just as it had earlier at the first sight of the Russian's cock. She gets a flash of...

 [ ...her head propped against the armrest, the Russians cock in front of her face.   

"Go ahead, little slut," Master directs. "Lick it, return his favor."   

Wasting no time, she licks along the full length of the heavily veined shaft up to the head.  

"Now suck it ," comes Master's command, along with guiding crop pats at her cheek.  

Her black gloss lips part and out flicks her tongue to lave the huge head, her small hand milks the shaft as she sucks. ]
  

The thought now of all that man flesh in her mouth, all that hot cum stirring in his balls, has her pussy hungering.

 [ Master signals the Russian, who pulls it away from her mouth and shoves it deep into her cunt. His full weight bears down on her as he bangs her hard. It's a rough pounding by a rough and crude man. Looking longingly at Master, she mouths the words, "this is for you." ] 
  

But it was pleasurable for her too. More than she would ever admit, especially now while in Master's arms. He, after all, is the one who sees to all her needs, even when they involve other men. In the scene he...

[ ...winks at her, then snaps the backs of her thighs which have drawn up along the Russian's torso.

"Thank you, Sir," she peeps, her own arousal rising.  

The snapping grows heavier as the Russian pounds her. "Nasty little whore," he thunders in his thick accent. Her cunt responds, sucks at his cock, her nylons chafe his sides. It's exactly what she needs, a rogue cock wielded by a rogue dom. One she's been dying to fuck yet could never trust without Master in control.  

Looking directly at him, she pleads, "Master...may I cum?"  

"No," he answers, lifting the 'o' quizzically as if to say, "aren't you getting ahead of yourself?"
  

Here, now, in his arms, she is suddenly embarrassed to think about it again. She knows better. How many times in the past has she made such premature requests? And each time she was denied out of hand, as she should have been. She cuddles closer to him.

"Master," she asks shyly, "did I disappoint you tonight?"

"No," he replies. "Why do you ask?"

"Cuz I pleaded to cum so soon."

"Ah. Well, that was early, wasn't it? But I'm sure Sergei was unfazed."

By that he must have meant how well the Russian got off, twisting wildly, jerking, grunting. Thoughts of which now evoke fresh images in her mind. How his grunts had become louder and louder as he approached his climax.

 [ "Oh baby, he cries, pumps faster and faster. "Da!...da!.....da!........fu-u-u-uck!" he moans and pulls out to cream her titties...thick, hot and pungent, a master's load for sure. Scooping up some with her finger, she quickly licks it off and goes back for more. Master, seeing the lust in her eyes, taps his crop under her chin, "That's my slut...lick it...aw-w-l...up." Then seizes her head for the Russian to take his final strokes into her mouth. Her eyes glaze over as she thrills to being overpowered and used by two doms at once. ]
   

Recalling it now, she knows she would have been content - even without an orgasm - if that had been all for the evening. But it wasn't. Her trials had just begun.

 [ In a haze for some time, she slowly begins to be aware she's being prepared for more. The Russian, an expert in all manner of restraints, has moved her to the bed, spread her legs and arms, tied them tightly to the bedposts, and is attaching nipple clamps connected by a chain.  

All while Master watches with approval, tapping his crop on his thigh...tapping, tapping...then pulling up on the chain, he stretches her nipples obscenely. "My oh my, aren't you in a fix," he teases sternly.

"Ooh...yes, Sir," she replies, coming fully alert, her sweet voice filled with anticipation. "I exist only to serve you and your guest in whatever way pleases you."  

"Mr. Carrasco," the Russian says, "your slut knows her place well."  

Master nods in agreement.  

There's a silence for a moment, then ominously the Russian drags his flogger over her face, then down her front and across her cunt and thighs. ]
  

Thoughts of the fear and arousal she felt, spur her need to be used yet again. Snuggled in Master's lap, she turns her mouth up to his, offers a kiss. A slut's kiss, both alluring and submissive.

He accepts it, his cock perking beneath her as he asks, "So his flogger turned you on?"

"Oh yes, Master, I was so afraid."

Moving his hand between her legs, he explores her newly swollen clit with his middle finger.

"And later his strong shibari knots did it too, right?"

"Yes...oh Jesus, Master...yes-s-s" she gushes breathlessly. Spreads her legs wider to better facilitate his musings, while her mind begins to wander again.

 [ The ropes cut into her skin as the Russian cinches each knot. They frame her pussy and asshole, bind her thighs and legs, pull tightly across her titties. She can move her limbs but barely. Her heart is pounding.  

While on the bed she had endured long bouts with his flogger, but once shibari bound, she becomes exhilarated. On fire! Burning to serve, burning to be used. Told to climb up on the now supine Russian, she obeys with relish. His thick cock still fully erect, his nasty spunk still in her cunt. ]

 "And you coveted his big cock, didn't you?" Master presses.

Fearful of his reaction, she reluctantly admits, "Yes...Master."

His finger traces around the edge of her anus. "Every whore dreams of two cocks. Serving two cocks...being used by two cocks. Tonight that was your dream too, wasn't it?"

"God help me, yes," she confesses while secretly imagining it again.

 [ Behind her, Master's behemoth comes poking between her ass cheeks, the slick of his precum lubes her bunghole. "Ooh," she enthuses as the head pushes in slowly, encounters the Russian's cock through her membranes, jousts for its share of the limited space. ]
   

"That's a good girl. Confession cleanses the soul... if penance is properly served."  

His once active finger goes still. "What shall your penance be, little slut?"

"I know not, Master," she whimpers, ashamed.

Without warning, he gives her pussy a quick spank with his open hand. "How's this? One spank per covetous thought..."

She closes her eyes, steels herself for more.

"And three..." his hand spanking harder..."per covetous act."

"Oh, Master," she mewls, still lost in lusty reveries.

 [ He starts to pump. "This is what you need, little whore," he proclaims. "Two cocks at once."

"Yes, Sir," she agrees.

The Russian, on his back, pushes up into her. She works her hips, rides him up and down, her cunt savoring with each stroke, the enormity of his cock. All while Master's heavy meat is plugging her ass to the hilt.

"Fuck him, little slut. Fuck that big Russian cock," he growls, pulls her head back by her hair, rams her rectum like a jackhammer, her ass flesh rippling.

She pleads, "Master, may I cum?" 

"No."

She holds off as best she can while two cocks pummel her, ream her, own her. Until...both of them, bucking and recoiling in spasm after spasm, spew their hot ejaculate. ]
  

Reliving it now...the massive bulk in her innards, the distortion of her tissues, the two virile studs getting off so hotly...she nearly swoons in ecstasy, all their cum in her ass and pussy!

She begs, "Sir, may I cum, please?"

He spanks her pussy faster. "No chance," he grumbles.

Her clit is on fire! She's losing control.

"You're a dirty two-cock whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master, very dirty... please, please... may I cum?"

"No," is his flat reply.

Nothing but denial. The room is closing in. She wonders, "Will it be a night with no release at all?"

Dipping his finger into her cunt, he raises it to her tongue, "Lick his spunk, little whore." And she obeys.

"So you're a cum-slut too, are you?"

"Yes, Master. Please, I beg you...I'm slipping...oh...oh..."

"No," he cuts her off again, fingers her asshole for a sample of his own. She looks longingly into his eyes, tongues it lavishly, then desperately begs again, "Sir, may I cum? Ple-e-e-ase."

"Yes."

Instantly, she heaves up her hips, frantically thrusts her clit into a flurry of spanks, followed quickly by his diddling cum finger. She groans deep in her throat, closes her legs around his hand, presses it to her cunt as her orgasm shivers through her in wave after wave.

"Mmmmm...," he hums and holds her tightly until it finally subsides.

Then, with her lying limp in his arms...exhausted...used...he gives her forehead a loving peck.

"Feel better now, little one?" he whispers.

But she's already drifting off into what will be a very contented sleep. For he is her true Master, and she is his only slut.

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