Chapter 12

Master’s new house.

I have been a long-term submissive, and in everything I participate in sexually within this lifestyle, I always ensure that it is done in a safe, sane and consensual way. Whether it be something related to BDSM or at a swinger’s event, I always give 100% consent. I love every minute of it, even if my limits get pushed.

At about 8:30 am, someone rang the front doorbell. Max suddenly went berserk, barking madly at the front door. He must’ve got off my bed sometime through the night to go and sleep downstairs. 

I leapt out of bed, put on a singlet, and ran downstairs to answer the door. I held onto Max’s collar as I opened the door, half-naked. It was my regular courier friend, holding out a parcel.

Our front door was not visible from the street; it had become a regular thing for me to answer the front door in some form of nudity or bondage attire. This courier had seen me fully or half-naked so many times before; he was never embarrassed or shocked in any way. He was also happy to chat for a few minutes before getting on with his deliveries.

“Good morning, Laura,” he said as I swung the door open.

“Good morning. How are you today?” I asked.

“Good, thanks. I have another parcel for you. Do you want to sign for it? Or are you happy for me to do it for you?” he asked.

“That’s okay, you can do it for me. Then I don’t have to let go of Max’s collar,” I replied.

By now, Max had stopped barking and was staring at the guy with his tail wagging. The guy signed on my behalf on his little electronic device as he handed me the package.

“He’s such a big dog, and with a big bark as well,” he said, staring directly at Max.

“Yes, he is. He is extremely protective of me. But I think he’s finally starting to get to know you now because you come here so often,” I replied.

“Yes, Laura, I do. I love coming here; I’m always the first to bid for this route. I wouldn’t want to miss out on seeing you,” he said, smiling.

“I’m pleased; it’s great you like it. Anyway, I hope you have a great day today,” I said, hinting that I wanted to close the door.

“Thanks, Laura. You have a great day too,” he said as he went back to his van.

I wasn't sure whether he had to bid for this route. But I couldn’t stop thinking that the real reason was that he had a chance of seeing half-naked, collared brunettes standing at the front door. Normally, he wouldn’t be seeing me wearing this chastity device. I wonder what he thought it was. I liked that he was the regular courier.

I went back upstairs and opened the parcel. It looked like a black dress made from a type of Lycra. The fabric felt nice. I held up the dress to examine it. It had a halter top and a low-cut back. The bottom half was a skirt with a back opening that could be fastened with a large button.

I slipped the halter straps over my head. The dress draped down my front. I grabbed both sides, pulled them around the back of my waist, and fastened them together. The open split at the rear, below the large button, allowed access to my bum. Two smaller buttons below the large one fastened the split.

It was a very sexy dress. The length fell just above my mid-thigh. My entire back was open, which gave someone access to my breasts via the sides. It matched the colour of my hair and collar. With the three buttons fastened behind my back, there was enough overlap of fabric not to reveal my buttocks when I moved.

When the two small buttons were unfastened, the slit opened, revealing my arse crack and some of my buttocks from behind. This design of the dress would also enable it to be removed completely when I was locked in bondage without the need to release any restraints.

I didn’t think there was anything sexier than this, especially when worn with high heels.

Moments later, my mobile phone rang. It was Master Allan.

“Good morning, beautiful girl. Are you ready for this morning and especially this afternoon?” he asked. 

“Good morning, Master. Yes, I am. I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” I told him excitedly.

“Did my parcel arrive this morning?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, it did, only just a few minutes ago. I’ve tried on the dress, and it is incredibly sexy. When can I come, and what do I need to bring?” I asked.

“I’d like you to come whenever you are ready. Just bring your new dress, your new butt plug, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes—an overnight bag, maybe, with some makeup and toiletries. I don’t think you’ll need much in the way of clothes here; we are quite a distance from neighbours and main roads,” he said.

“Which plug do you prefer? The one with a dog’s tail or the one without?” I asked.

“Mmm, I think the tail would look good at the start of the party when you’re meeting the guests. The other is for when you’re in the pool or in the spa. Ah, bring both then,” he decided. Then he went on to ask, “How are you feeling, sexually, I mean?”

“Oh, Master, you have no idea how fucking horny I’ve been this week. I want my body to be used by the real thing instead of this device,” I told him, sounding desperate.

“Good girl. You don’t need me telling you to be careful what you wish for. After I’ve had some fun with you before the guests arrive, you can do whatever turns you on,” he offered.

“Thanks, I can’t wait,” I said.

“Oh, one more thing before I go. Don’t forget to bring stuff for Max. I’m going to email you a map with directions on how to get here after I hang up. I guess I will see when you get here,” he finished saying as he hung up the phone.

I took an overnight bag out of my wardrobe and packed in some makeup and toiletries. I picked out a pair of black high-heeled shoes and placed them in the bag along with this new dress.

I went into the bathroom, removed the plug from my anus, and cleaned it. I packed them both into the bag. The one with the tail would look good with the new dress, especially if the tail hung out between the buttons of the rear slit.

I quickly showered, making sure I shaved anything that needed it. My vagina was waxed, so that wasn’t going to be an issue at all. I washed my black wavy hair and made sure I was clean and smelled good.

By the time I’d dried myself off, I was hornier than I had been before. The anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen, as opposed to what I hoped it was, had my mind in an erotic spin. I did my hair and put on some makeup.

I picked out another summer dress and put it on, along with a pair of runners. I packed up some bedding and food for Max.

Once I had everything I needed, I loaded it all into the car, along with the dog. I checked the directions in my email and headed off towards Master Allan’s new house.

I drove South down the peninsula on the main road, winding through the steep hills. Finally, I reached the road where I needed to turn to the right. This secondary road headed farther south, hugging the steep coastal terrain and cliffs. After an hour or so of driving, I pulled over and typed the longitude and latitude into the GPS.

After the car’s GPS finished its thinking stage, it found the location only 8.3 kilometres farther down the road.

Under the GPS's guidance, I followed the route. I began to slow down as I got close. The GPS told me to turn right in about 900 metres.

Max, who had been asleep in the back seat, stood up to see where we were going. There was no road; it must be a driveway.

The moment the GPS told me to turn right, I turned and stopped in front of a closed gate. I got out of the car and opened the gate. After driving the car through and closing the gate behind me, I drove slowly along the dirt track. After about three or four kilometres farther on, I came across a large white house built into the curvature of the clifftop. It was such a beautiful location. 

The hills here towered several hundred metres above the ocean below. The house was on the precipice. The view out over the ocean was amazing; the world looked huge here.

I hoped this was the right house. I pulled up slowly and parked on a concrete driveway in front of the large double garage. It wasn’t until Winnie came racing out to greet us that I knew I was in the correct location.

The moment Max realised it was Winnie, he was busting his britches to get out of the car. It was chaotic inside the car until I opened the door and reunited them.

Moments later, Master Allan appeared through the large entrance to the house.

“Laura, welcome to my home, so glad you made it,” he said loudly, coming up to hug me as I was getting things out of the car.

“Thanks. What an amazing location,” I said.

“Yes, it’s amazing. But wait until you come on inside and see the house,” he said, helping me bring my things inside.

From the outside, the ultramodern house was sprawling. After driving the long road across the farm property, the house sat in a remote spot atop the rugged limestone hills. This part of the coast was usually visible only from the ocean. From where the house was built, the large, rounded hills plunged downwards into the ocean.

The dirt road through the property was replaced by a short concrete driveway leading to a side wing with four garages. The walls of the house were rendered in a colour called “Surfmist.”

Master Allan opened the large double front doors, made of Oak timber that matched the dry, harsh landscape. He gestured for me to go inside. Past the entrance, the house opened into a large open-plan living area. This massive room had a giant-screen TV, several comfortable lounges, and a room off to the side with a full-size walk-in bar. The first amazing thing to see was the ocean view through the large plate-glass windows that covered the entire rear wall.

“Leave your things here, Laura. I’ll take you on a tour,” he offered

At the rear of this living room, a massive dining room opened out to the right along the same plate-glass window. Behind the dining room was an expansive kitchen area with a large island bench, or breakfast bar, long enough to seat 8 stools. I could also see a large pantry area at the back of the kitchen.

“Wow, amazing,” I said.

In the kitchen, a chef was busily preparing food. “I told you this was being catered. This is Andre, who’s doing the hard work for us."

He looked up at me. I waved and said, “Hi, Andre.”

He gave me a wave back and a smile, simply saying, “Bonjour.”

A doorway at the side of the dining room opened to a corridor with several other rooms off to the side, one of which was a wine cellar for the kitchen. A door at the end opened directly into the four-car garage, which also contained a workshop. Inside the garage, a doorway led to a staircase descending to the next level.

Master took me back through the top level to the opposite side. The room, which contained the full-size bar, also had separate men's and ladies' toilets off to the side. This area looked like something you would see in a busy hotel. The bar had numerous stools along the front.

Another corridor led off the side of the living room. At least 4 spacious guest bedrooms lined the side, each with its own unique bathroom and dressing area. “These are all the guests' bedrooms. So, what do you think so far?” he asked.

“I think it’s incredible. Such a beautiful place. But where’s your bedroom?” I inquired.

“My area is downstairs. In fact, I think the downstairs area is the best part,” he said, smiling.

He led me back to an opening in the living room on the opposite side, across from the bar area, that led to a staircase. I missed it at first when I walked in, probably because I was so amazed by what I was seeing.

As we descended the stone staircase, we came to a glass doorway at the bottom. Before I had stepped off the bottom step, the glass door slid open automatically. We walked through a couple of small corridors, one of which led to a semi-opaque window facing the ocean. Two other glass sliding doors sat near this window, but neither opened. The opaque glass door on the left had a keypad alongside it.

“My bedroom and personal area are through the door here on the left. It needs a code to open it. However, this door here is opened by simply pressing this button here,” he said as he pushed the button.

The moment the sliding door opened, I was hit with the smell of chlorine from a swimming pool. The moment I entered, I simply said, “Oh fucking wow!”

An indoor pool sat beside a large jacuzzi, surrounded by tropical palms and plants. A big BBQ kitchen area sat to the side, next to a long drinks bar. A glass walkway crossed the pool and led to a glass-walled sauna set into the rear wall—another doorway alongside opened into a large, fully equipped gymnasium.

The entire glass wall, which looked out onto a deck at the rear, could be opened in summer to extend the room. “We are going to hold the party in here today, so we’ll keep the glass panels closed,” Master Allan said. “Plus, it’s windy outside today, and I have no idea how long this party is going to go for. I think it’s going to be a stack of fun in here.”

“I have no doubt. This is such an amazing place,” I commented.

In the open area at the glass-walled end of the room, between the pool and the bar, were two large timber posts mounted in the floor, about 7 feet apart and about 8 feet high. A horizontal beam made from the same-sized timber was mounted across the top of these two posts and overhung by a couple of feet. Numerous eyelets were mounted on the inside of the upright posts and on the underside of the horizontal beam, including the hanging ends.

Master Allan caught me staring at the timber framework and said, “I bet you know the purpose of this framework.”

“Yes, Master, I think I do,” I said.

“That’s great because we are putting on a little demonstration for our party guests this afternoon, and you are going to be using this frame,” he informed me.

“Ohhh, thank you for the warning, Master,” I said, sounding surprised.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be amongst friends today, no cameras, no phones allowed. I think using this frame will be the least exciting part of this afternoon,” he said, smiling.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Time to show you my personal area,” he said, taking hold of my hand and leading me.

I’d been so mesmerised by his house that I had forgotten the device and my arousal. I had been living with sexual desperation for the entire week. I was looking forward to the party this afternoon. The moment he mentioned using the frame as a party demonstration, my focus snapped back between my legs.

Master Allan typed 4 numbers into the keypad, and the opaque door slid open. A partition stopped anyone from looking into the room when the door opened. As I walked around the corner into the spacious bedroom, I said, “Oh wow!”

Standing alone in his huge bedroom was a black steel-framed bondage bed. I had seen these in pictures online. It had a high frame with plenty of eyelets, a pillory built into the bed end, and another built into the bed head. Plenty of bars and eyelets were there for restraints.

Built into the underbed space was a lockable steel cage with a red vinyl mattress and plenty of restraint points at each corner.

“Oh fuck! I have always wanted one of these for myself at home. The only problem is it would be impossible to keep our family or vanilla friends from seeing it,” I said excitedly.

“It’s a cool bed, Laura. It lends itself to lots of fun. There’s a good chance you're going to get to test it,” he informed me. “But, Laura, the best bit is yet to come.”

I couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store. Off his bedroom was his spacious bathroom, including a giant walk-in wardrobe. It was pretty good, but that was to be expected given everything else in the house.

He grabbed my hand and took me to another locked doorway adjacent to his bed. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

I looked at him with a slight frown, not knowing what he meant.

“Laura, I want you to cover your eyes with your hands and don’t take them off until I tell you,” Master Allan instructed in a serious tone.

“Yes, Master,” I said nervously.

I placed my hands over my eyes as he punched in another 4 numbers into the keypad, and the door made a whooshing noise as it opened. He guided me slowly into the room. I immediately smelt leather with a hint of perfume in the background. I heard the door whoosh shut behind us.

I heard Master rummaging in a drawer or cupboard behind me. Next, he began clipping leather cuffs around each of my wrists. He knelt behind me and attached leather ankle cuffs to each ankle.

“In a minute, Laura, I’m going to want you standing in the inspection position.” After a moment or two, he instructed, “Now, spread your feet wide apart.”

“Yes, Master,” I said as I spread my feet wide.  I felt the plate move between my legs. I was wet between my legs already, and now I was quickly becoming even more so as the anxiety levels increased.

“Keep your eyes closed, Laura, whilst I put your wrists behind your back,” he instructed, grabbing both wrists and clipping the cuffs together behind my back.

I had my eyes tightly shut, waiting for his command.

“Okay, you can open them.”

I gasped loudly. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was this beautiful blonde girl, gagged and naked apart from wearing the same type of chastity device as mine. She was restrained in an oak timber frame. Her wrists were restrained together overhead, attached to a beam. Her ankles were spread wide apart and attached to the upright posts.

Drool from the ball gag was stringing its way down her front between her breasts. Both her nipples were erect from arousal. She made soft moans as she thrust her hips back and forth. I thought she must be experiencing the same erotic pleasure that I had been all week.

“Laura, this is Melanie. Melanie, I’d like you to meet Laura.”

“Nice to meet you, Melanie,” I said.

She couldn’t say anything, but she did acknowledge it. Master Allan went over to Melanie and began unbuckling her gag. “I want you two to get used to each other's spit, as you’ll be swapping quite a bit in the future.”

As soon as her gag fell from her mouth onto his hand, he immediately came back to me and placed it at my lips. I opened my mouth to accept it so he could buckle it onto me. Within seconds of the gag being on, my drool began to flow, along with what was left of Melanie's.

This was obviously Master Allan’s bondage room. The walls were painted black, the carpet bright red. A St. Andrew's cross sat on one side, next to the frame where Melanie was restrained.

Another side of the room had a Sybian mounted off the ground on a beam with an overhead beam. Attachment points were on the ground. I could see how someone could be restrained over the Sybian for forced orgasms.

There was a bondage horse that could be slid into place beneath one of these frames, so a restrained person would be forced to ride that thin, curved edge.

The last piece was a timber spanking bench, made to hold a restrained person in place whilst they could be spit-roasted or spanked from behind. This was a well-thought-out dungeon.

“Hi, Laura, nice to meet you, too,” Melanie said.

Master Allan went behind me, unclipped my wrist cuffs, and lifted my summer dress over my head.

He then grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to face the St. Andrews cross. “I think I need to keep you in here temporarily until I can get you both ready for the guests,” he said, attaching my wrist and ankle cuffs to the cross. 

“You two, don’t go away. I’ll be back shortly,” he said as he left the room.

“Hey, Laura, I'm glad you could come. I was worried about being the only girl here. I’ve heard lots about you. Don’t worry, it’s all been good.

“Master was right about one thing. He told me how sexy you are. I must agree. You are very sexy. He told me you’re bisexual, same as me. That’s great,” said Melanie.

Then Melanie continued, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been incredibly horny for an entire week wearing this belt. I am looking forward to some fun.”

Just then, the door whooshed open and in walked Master Allan, carrying my black dress and my butt plug, which had a tail. He was also carrying another butt plug with a fox tail and another dress, which was bright red in colour.

I noticed that Melanie was wearing an identical collar to mine. It looked like we were both going to be dressed similarly, both with plugged arses.

He placed the items on the floor and stood back, looking at us both with one arm across his chest and the other hand holding his chin. It was the standard thinking pose that you would see an artist or sculptor do.

“Hmm, I think I have enough time. Given the fact that you’re going to be pleasured by our guests, I think it’s appropriate for me to be first to fuck you today, especially after you've been in those devices for the week,” he informed us.

He unlocked and released Melanie from the chastity device first and dropped it to the floor. I heard her let out a loud sigh; I wasn't sure if it was relief or disappointment.

He unbuckled her from the restraints and said, “Come here, girl.” He took her into his bedroom and heard the clunk of metal as he placed her into the pillory mounted at the foot of his bondage bed. Moments later, I heard moans from Melanie as Master Allan fucked her. The device obviously heightened her arousal as her moans were loud as he slammed his cock into her. After 10 minutes or so, I heard him give a grunt and Melanie a loud moan as they reached orgasm together.

“Now, Melanie, go and get yourself into my shower and get cleaned up and ready. Come back out here afterwards so I can get you dressed,” he commanded.

‘Yes, Master Allan,” I heard her say.

Master Allan came back into the room and said, “Now, it’s your turn, Laura.”

He unlocked the padlock from the locking post and released me from the device. Immediately, I felt relieved and sighed, like Melanie. It had been between my legs for nearly a week, and the moment it was gone, I felt naked, like I was incomplete. My clitoris still buzzed from a week of massage. I didn’t think that sensation was going away anytime soon. I had this urge to be fucked more than ever before. I wanted more now than I realised.

Master Allan unbuckled my restraints and led me by the hand into his bedroom. A black towel lay on the floor, already marked by a wet patch from either Melanie or him. He lifted the pillory, pushed me down into place, then closed and locked it over me. I felt him stand between my legs, pressing his body against my buttocks.

He reached beneath my chin, scooped up some drool, and wiped it between my legs. I gave a muffled moan. Holding me by the hips, he eased me back slightly, then drove himself deep inside me in one forceful thrust.

I moaned loudly; that felt so fucking amazing. Each time he withdrew, he slammed hard back into me, making me moan as loud as I could through the gag. Now I knew what Melanie felt and why she made the same noises. My vaginal muscles tried to clamp his cock hard. I had no control over them as they squeezed his shaft each time. I was so aroused that the first orgasm arrived within the first 60 seconds. My entire body shuddered and shook helplessly inside the pillory.

He kept fucking me hard and forcefully for another 10 minutes until eventually he and I orgasmed at the same time. He must’ve felt my body tense for a huge orgasm and ejaculated at the same time, making me squirt and add to the wet patch already on the towel.

He pulled his cock from me and released me from the pillory. He reached up and unbuckled the gag and instructed, “Now, go and get your arse into my bathroom and get cleaned up. Come back out when you’re ready.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, almost breathless.

I went into his bathroom just as Melanie was about to get out. “How was it?” I asked.

“It was fucking amazing,” Melanie replied. “How was it for you?” she asked.

“Oh, it was the same. I can’t believe how much my body needed that and how much it still wants,” I told her.

She held me close and said, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun this afternoon.” Before leaning into me, we both began kissing passionately.

Master Allan walked into the bathroom and saw us with tongues in each other's mouths and shouted, “Hurry up, you two, you’re both going to have lots of time to do that later.”

Melanie quickly pulled her face away. That brief contact with her lips aroused me. She was very pretty, slim and sexy.

By the time I finished showering, dried myself, and did my hair, Melanie was already walking around, dressed and almost ready for the party. She looked so sexy in the red dress, blonde hair and black collar. It was the same style of dress, low-cut back, buttoned at the back with the slit open, and the tail of the butt plug hanging down behind her. 

The moment Master Allan saw me, he held out my dress and said, “Okay, Laura, it’s your turn now.”

I placed the halter straps over my head and buttoned the dress up behind my back. I left the slit unbuttoned, the same as Melanie. “Laura, come in here, please,” I heard Master Allan call.

“Yes, Master,” I called out as I went in to see him.

He was standing alongside the spanking bench with my butt plug in hand. “Laura, bend over this, please,” he instructed.

I bent over the bondage horse. He kicked at the insides of my legs, making me spread them wider apart. I felt incredibly vulnerable. He spat on his index finger and pushed it into my anus. I moaned uncomfortably, especially when he rotated it back and forth. Even though it felt uncomfortable, I was still getting aroused.

He pushed the bulbous end of the butt plug against my sphincter. After he wriggled it for a little while, I managed to relax enough so it would enter my anus. The moment it was inside me, my sphincter slammed shut against the stem holding it in place.

“Ah, good girl. Finally,” he murmured.

When I stood up, the bushy tail hung down in the slit of my dress, brushing against the backs of my legs. Every step reminded me it was there.

"Okay, now that you two girls are ready, you can both go out and help get things ready for Andre."

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