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Mary kept working Evan's cock as she heard his words of praise, desperately wanting to please him and reveling in being complimented and praised. she felt the collar around her throat being pulled taunt and moaned around Evan's cock, gasping and pulling back slightly to inhale sharply through her nose before diving down Evan's shaft once again. It didn't take much longer before she could feel the cock throbbing, jerking slightly in her mouth. Evan was about to cum. Mary pulled back slightly, keeping Evan's dick in her mouth but putting the tip in her cupped tongue. Normally Mary would have used her hands to keep rubbing the cock she was servicing, but her hands were a bit busy forcibly keeping her feet in place at the moment, so she settled for catching the cum in her mouth instead.

Mary held Evan's cum in her mouth, waiting until he pulled his cock out, then opened her mouth wide to show her Master the spent seed he had deposited in her. She couldn't tell if Evan was looking, so she held her mouth open for several seconds before closing it, swallowing it, and opening her mouth again, sticking out her tongue to prove she had swallowed it. She hoped that he enjoyed the display. That was the sort of thing that guys liked, wasn't it?

The ropes slowly loosened, and tension was let out of Mary's torso and limbs. Mary breathed more slowly. When the blindfold was removed, she blinked a few times, then looked at Evan and smiled lazily. She felt amazing right now and just wanted to revel in the sensations. Looking down, Mary was surprised to find that she was still clothed. Being held immobile in the rope and having her mouth used had made her feel so exposed and vulnerable that it felt like she had to be naked while it was happening... if she was naked for a scene like this in the future, would it be even more intense than this had been, or would it feel exactly the same? After all, she had forgotten that she wasn't naked.

Mary took a deep breath and let it out slowly when Evan gave her permission to relax. He asked if she wanted him to hold her, and Mary nodded, still floating through subspace. "Yes please, Master." She murmured. Cuddling sounded amazing at the moment. More of the rope loosened, running across her skin, it was softer than it was before when she had been tied more stringently, but the rope still had a little bit of a tug to it as it ran over Mary's skin.

Evan's words floated into Mary's brain, and for a long moment, she didn't even realize what Evan had said, but then it clicked, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonder and delight, a smile spread across her lips, and she did her best to nuzzle into Evan with her head.

"Thank you very much, Master. That makes me very, very happy. Thank you for the gift that was tonight." She murmured, doing her best to make more physical contact with Evan.

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They had both spent themselves so fully this evening that even Evan felt a little drained from it all. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, she was lovely and it had been a pleasure to do this with her. Even smiled at her when she showed that she had fully swallowed him like a good pet, unbidden except to please her master. Ugh if he wasn't careful he'd tie her back up and go for another round, a thought that had popped into his head "Shouldn't you?" he asked himself "After all, come Monday this will all go away, you need to wring every ounce of pleasure while you can.". Ultimately he decided against that though, Mary had been well pushed, she was clearly awash in her happiness and even though she'd proven herself an absolutely lovely sub, she was still a novice and needed to be cared for and protected. You couldn't just push and push until YOU were satisfied and expect it not to harm your partner. And another part, well he was still hoping there would be a next time for them, and he was hating himself for that but it didn't go away, if she wanted a next time then... there would simply have to be one. No point in spoiling that hope.

He felt her nuzzling against him, so eager to be here and close to him, it was a connection he rarely felt even with more experienced and conditioned subs. She was certainly raw but few ever could throw themselves so fully into the lifestyle as this one could, it could be intensely pleasurable and also dangerous. He remembered back to his youth, how easy it had been to fall hopelessly into this lifestyle, to drink from the firehouse until you collapsed. It had been years until he'd learned to manage this desire, this need of theirs. It inflamed his belief that she did need protection, she DID need his guidance. Which of course was a nice little ego boost for Evan, but he did feel genuine concern for what could happen if someone didn't treat her as she needed to be treated, tried to push her too quickly. Her pleasure could quickly become too mingled with painful memories.

But in this moment there was simply the serotonin flooding his brain, the warm afterglow of pleasure, not just from the orgasm but from the whole thing, he'd missed this high so much and it was not time to dwell in the worries that tomorrow would invariably bring, but to fully enjoy what was sitting, rather laying, in front of him. He further loosened her bonds but did not fully release her, instead wrapping his arms around her in a strong embrace and drawing her into his lap as he sat down beside her, bracing his back against the wall. His skin was warm to the touch, his cheeks a little flushed and ruddy from his release and he kissed her on her forehead, having to learn over her to manage it with her in his lap now. As much as she wanted physical contact he wanted it just as ardently, trying to maximize the contact between them and to enjoy her in a thoroughly protective embrace. This too was part of the play, but he no longer needed to be so stern, she'd proven herself so admirably that he could content himself simply to show his care for her, his lovely pet. A hand idly stroked through her hair, twisting his finger around it before releasing it and letting it fall back to her body.

"You fit quite well here in my lap you know. If I didn't know any better I'd say you've claimed it as your own place." He teased but there was only a warm comforting smile for her now, he wanted her to feel quite safe now. "There's a lot we can do you know... if you were interested in trying again." There it was, a part of him was proud of himself for actually saying what he felt, but of course every other part of him knew that this was all a mistake and that pursuing it further would simply make things worse. But he'd also known that when he asked for her to pleasure him, he'd burned that possibility to the ground because in that moment he could be honest with what he was feeling, she was special. Whatever other problems needed to be resolved, she was special and he would accommodate them to have her again. That was easy to say now when all the memories of her were simply the ones of her serving like a proper sub as opposed to getting into an argument over work, but he hadn't felt like this in so damn long... years even. He owed it to himself to at least try and play this out and see if something could be managed. Evan didn't want to share this one, he didn't like sharing anyway but he could tolerate it. But this one, no, this one was to be his.

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Floating through subspace, gently nuzzling her Master, Mary wore a satisfied smile on her face. It was so calm. She was only too happy to settle into her Master's lap as he leaned against the wall. Mary felt Evan kiss her forehead and lazily looked up at him, smiling and shivering with delight. "Thank you, Master." She purred gently, still tied in the ropes. Occasionally she would struggle against them, her smile growing brighter, then she would relax, floating away again. now in her Master's lap, his hands wrapped protectively over her tummy. Evan almost seemed to be trying to fully envelop her, and Mary was delighted with it, savoring every inch of contact between them. _It would be better naked._ The thought floated through Mary's head, unbidden Mentally, she lazily reached out and poked it, then let it float past. _It would be better if he were naked too._

There was something alarming about those thoughts. Some part of her was screaming for her attention. But it was quiet here. She simply let that thought float past like all the others. She didn't need to worry. She had her Master to protect her. She wore his collar. He would make sure everything was alright. She couldn't even move if she wanted to, so there was no point in doing anything but relaxing. She liked the rope. It took away decisions and therefore took away responsibility and worries. _If the clothes go, the rope can stay._ Mary closed her eyes and simply basked in the moment. A hand gently stroked through her hair, gently tugging and then dropping it from time to time.

Words floated down from above, and she felt deep vibrations from the chest behind her. Teasing her about having claimed his lap. "Yes, Master." She wiggled slightly on his lap, pressing her butt against him. "This is mine. For as long as this collar is around my neck, This lap is mine." She murmured lazily, not even bothering to open her eyes. The next words that floated down from her Master were confusing. There were too many implications and ideas in that sentence. They were hard and needed a lot more thought. Thought that Mary simply didn't want to give right now. So instead, she focused on the interesting part. Master would take care of the rest. Her face had dropped into a slight frown, and it lifted into a curious expression as she leaned to the side and tilted her head to look up into Evan's eyes. "A lot we can do? What do you mean, Master?" She asked earnestly.

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Evan couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. She was in deep, and not ready to come up for air just yet. It was marvelous to him how far into subspace she could get so quickly. This one needed a competent master, one who could help her get here and keep her safe in it. And of course Evan flattered himself that this was something he could do, and really should do. She was begging to have that collar be permanent and how could he resist that kind of temptation? His own objections over practicality began to fade as he was drawn back into their play.

He let out a pleasured breath as she pressed herself against his lap, she could feel him getting hard again. Usually it took longer, longer than he'd frankly like but she seemed to be able to coax him back to readiness with her body, and that enchanting attitude of hers. The questions of how this would all work, what their new dynamics would be began to dull and were replaced by a few commands. This was a sub that needed a strong dom to own her, and that she would be his. Her commitment only pulled him deeper towards this reality, her submission demanded his strength.

Laying soft kisses on her, he squeezed her closer to his frame, not wanting an inch of her to not feel his presence, his authority over her. She'd done so well that she deserved to be properly owned "Well there are just so many ways I can tie you up, we've only explored just the tip of what we can do together. There are so many forms we can explore together, so many things we can do. Your submission is quite precious and I'll be sure to care for you but there are so many limits we can push... so many ways I can show you just how owned you are." His voice was growing husky and needy again, fingers trailing down to cup her bottom and then easing between her legs, stroking her womanhood over the clothes. Was he being crazy? He wanted to just collar her permanently right there and simply declare that she was his and be damned the consequences, she made it hard to control himself, she practically invited this to her but... he was the dom it was his responsibility to control. But she made it so hard not to just descend into the hedonism of the moment.

"Your master would love to continue being your master. I want to continue to own you, to push your limits, and to ensure you're well and properly owned by a master who knows how." He leaned his body against hers and kissed her ear "I want you to earn your collar for good." He hissed it into her ear as he continued to tease her with his fingers. "Would you like your release Mary?"

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Mary floated through a vast endless ocean of obedience, content simply to follow directions. She felt her Master's kisses and a soft smile spread on her lips as she stared up adoringly at the man she was now completely controlled by, completely subservient to. She smiled softly up at him as he told her there was so much more to do, so many ways to tie her up, limits to push, ways to show her just how owned she was. His fingers trailed down to her legs. She moaned, her eyes closing as she gently writhed in the ropes, still adoring how they held her, how completely at her Master's mercy she was.

Her thoughts only enhanced the sensations and pleasure that zapped through her neurons, diving deep into her brain, to something very ancient and primal, as other nerves connected deep in her core and all around her sex sympathetically echoed the sensations coming from the fingers teasingly, gently rubbing at the fabric covering vulva. Why had she worn panties today? It had been a mistake, even if only because it was one more layer of cotton between her and those magical fingers her master possessed. Another soft moan floated up from Mary's throat, unbidden by her conscious mind.

And if those thoughts enhanced the sensations, then the words. The words of her Master! They drifted in her ear and caressed her mind just as his fingers were caressing her bottom and her sex. He wanted to continue being her Master. "Yes" her voice replied in a moan. He wanted to continue to own her. "Yes." Came her voice again. _wait_ He wanted her to earn her collar for good. "Yes... yes, Please!" her voice was needy, insistent. _No, wait._ "YES! PLEASE, YES, MASTER!"

_No! Stop! This isn't what you agreed to._ Mary's thoughts came crashing through the surface of her consciousness. The small voice that had been objecting, raising concerns that she had pushed away so many times that night, was now demanding to be heard.It took a few seconds for Mary's face and body to register what had happened, and for a short while, after she had shouted, she continued to herself to the carnal pleasure of Evan's fingers. Horror suddenly appeared on Mary's face. Suddenly the pleasure was too much. She needed... she had to remember.

"Sandcastle." Mary needed this to stop, she needed out of the ropes, and she needed to think through everything that was being said, everything that even had just been proposed. It was impossible, wasn't it? It couldn't happen. They needed to stop. This was wrong, they... they had crossed so many lines. Mary was on the verge of panic. Her breaths were coming in fast, panting gasps. She had almost agreed to... she had agreed to... Mary needed out of the ropes and some space right now.

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They were so close, his head was swimming as he drew his fingers over her womanhood, she made it so easy to have her, to own her completely he was losing himself in this intense feeling for her. And then the word pierced through his mind, shaking him free and stopping him cold.

He tensed and immediately withdrew his hand from her, as if cold water had been doused all over him. As frustrating as it could have been on one level she needed to stop so it stopped. Plus frankly he knew she was right, this was so fast, he wasn't even sure what had come over him but this had been far more intense than he'd anticipated, she'd caught him so off guard.

His hands quickly worked to get the ropes off of her, stripping them back and withdrawing them to their container. Once he'd freed her from the ropes he released the collar and put it aside as well, she was now free from all traces of their play. Evan stood apart from her now, the distance ached him but he knew the rules and he would never break them, the trust he had with his sub was absolute to him, he knew too many played with the rules, and his own past had some painful reminders of what happened when someone disregarded them. He'd never do that to anyone under him, but it could certainly be hard to turn it all back off in an instant.

"Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" He asked the questions calmly, no longer that warm, commanding paternalism that he dwelled in as a dom but still showing concern for his partner. It was closer to work Evan really, creating a safe distance between them. He knew this was a bad idea but it had felt so good. For whatever happened between them from here he wouldn't regret what transpired tonight. "If you need to talk we can talk but if you need me to go I will go. But I want to make sure you feel safe right now. Take some time to breath, you went very deep for a first timer and it's going to be a lot to unpack. I can help you or I can go but your safety is the most important thing in this moment."

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As soon as the words left Mary's mouth, she immediately noticed the change in Evan's demeanor and the tension in his body. Even as he backed off, however, Mary felt her pussy crying out for more stimulation. She had been headed towards a monumental orgasm, but... she couldn't let herself go like that. She... they... she needed to think.

Mary was amazed at the speed at which Evan was able to untie the rope. In far, far less time than it had taken to tie her up, Mary was released. She stood, staring at the corner of the alcove, spacing out slightly. Her head was still swimming. She heard Evan's questions and shook her head. "I'm okay. You didn't hurt me. it... I was... we..." words failed her, and Mary fell silent again.

As Evan explained the varying options that she could pick from, Mary's eyes slowly drifted up to look at him. Part of her was still floating underwater, and her eyes had a distant look. "You... I..." Mary shook her head. "Words... hard." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Stay, please... not too close, but definitely not far. I... I need something to drink and to splash some water on my face... need to wake up. You... you're safe... if anything too safe... we need to talk. Maybe not now... maybe... ...I don't know."

Mary opened her eyes again, stared at Evan for a long moment, then turned and started to walk towards the bathroom.

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Part of Evan wanted to close the distance between them and grab her, hold her in his arms and tell her it was going to be OK, she was vulnerable and he had the urge in the back of his mind to protect her, to protect his sub. The scene was over though, she'd ended it and he knew that he needed to fully respect that. But it didn't mean that those feelings could simply disappear, every part of his body craved her and he could tell she was feeling the same thing. It had been too much too quickly and with the wrong person and perhaps there was no way they could bridge any of those gaps much less all of them. He still held the collar in his hand, not even realizing it was still there. He put it away rather regretfully, hoping that it wouldn't be the final time he'd get to use it with her, or that he might have the occasion to get something just for her.

"Take your time, you went very deep into it Mary, most subs don't go that hard the first time they get into subspace but you're... a natural?" He offered an awkward smile and nodded his head "I'm not going anywhere Mary, take your time and I'll be here when you get back." He headed to the bar, now to get a few bottles of water for both of them. The drinking had only amplified his desires and the intensity of the feelings and while he felt quite sober at the moment he knew they could both probably use some cold water. He set hers down on a table in the alcove while he popped his open and quickly downed half of it in a long gulp.

He fought the pangs of guilt that were already welling up in him, as good as it felt it had not ended in the best way. Perhaps he was the thing he had been worried about, someone who would claim her only to push her as hard as they could, to betray her trust because she allowed herself to be topped so fully and completely. His mind wandered back to when he was still a fumbling newbie in this space and how others had been all to happy to take advantage of an eager novice, was he the same as they were? Frankly the whole thing made him feel like shit to even imagine it, that he'd hurt her in any way. So he sat and stewed, finding a stool and dragging it over to sit down and wait for her return. Well he supposed he didn't need to worry about a workplace romance now, more like worrying about a workplace breakup, how were they supposed to work together on anything now? Was he a complete idiot for doing this? No, that was too far, he could blame his hormones or alcohol or anything else that he wanted but he wouldn't apologize for how they had connected, he'd loved every second of it and he knew she had too. It had been beautiful and even if it was only in his memories for the rest of his days he'd never regret a moment he'd spent doing it.


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The wait couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but it felt like forever. How would the girl react? Most in her position would simply call attention to her lost accessory. A few would ignore the whole thing, figuring it wasn't their problem---though if that applied to anyone working at that particular hotel, she had best not hear of it. Some others would recover it, simply return it in a businesslike manner.

What would she do? The voice was as she had remembered it, though she'd gone out of her way to prevent it forming much in the way of words, that other time. Turning, she was delighted to have to look down on the girl where she, quite properly, knelt. She'd lost a few pounds, had changed her hair, but in every regard was as magnificent as she'd been those years ago. more so, as she was here. A shiver ran through the tall blonde's body as she remembered- and let herself hope.

"Why, thank you, my dear," Karn said, reaching down to take hold, not of the numbered auction paddle, but the young woman's wrist. Long fingers gripped, wrapped, closed down tight, not quite painfully, as she assisted- forced, almost- the waitress back to her feet. Her other hand reached across to take the paddle while the girl was subtly tugged a fraction of a step closer. "Hello, pet," she whispered, leaning forward a fraction and inhaling sharply through her nose. Was the girl frightened? Aroused? Angry? "Remember me?"

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It happened so quickly. One moment, Lola was kneeling in front of the woman she guessed to be responsible for that one night; one night of being abducted, tormented and used. The night that had changed her life. And then, she was on her feet, a wrist enclosed in the woman's hand like a manacle holds a prisoner but caught in the intense gaze of those dark eyes.

Her voice, those simple words, echoed through her mind and brought home the cold truth; it was her. After all this time, she found the Mistress. Or perhaps... the Mistress had found her. Despite the sense of danger screaming at her to break off, to run away, her sex twitched, even as her face flushed red from the sudden heat of their closeness. She blinked, slowly, then took a deep breath, inhaling that scent that seemed to put her at ease and her arousal on edge.

"...I could never forget you, Mistress," she dared to whisper back, the movement of her lips careful and deliberate. Though she had been pulled in, right now, a line was suddenly cast out. And she wanted to see to what end.

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The blonde's lips didn't move much---her smile was almost entirely in her eyes. It had been a mad gamble, and she had truly been afraid for a moment that the girl would denounce her right there, in front of all the guests. Not that she'd have a prayer in hell of actually proving anything, but the socio-political climate made any accusation, of anything from financial impropriety to being a lizard person in disguise, potentially life-destroying.

The contact couldn't be maintained any longer without attracting attention, so she slid her hand up the girl's arm and took hold of the paddle. "Sapphire suite. after your shift," Karn murmured as she tugged the wood and laminated paper away. Without another word, she turned her back, and stalked away, moving closer to the stage in preparation for the auction.

After all, it would be poor form to let her own excitement show...

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Despite everything, she couldn't stop her lips quirking into a brief grin as she watched the blonde woman blend back into the crowd. That one act had, confirmed the identity of the Mistress; and had also given the opportunity to meet her again, albeit on the woman's terms. Adjusting the tray in her hand, she returned to the bar and dropped it off, informed she'd be getting a ten-minute break, and went to the backroom. Sipping at some ice water, she had to fight the urge to pour it over her head, just so the shock of the cold would bring her back to the here and now.

She'd made it this far. What now. Was there even a plan? Was it merely improvising...? No. She wanted this. She wanted to see this woman, up close and private and...

Shaking her head, muttering a curse under her breath, she went back to the banquet hall, working for the rest of those two hours that felt like an eternity. At the end of the night, gathering up her bag and her jacket, she clocked out and went to the front desk to get a key card for the requested room.

It was easy enough finding the Sapphire Suite; not the penthouse, but this one was the most secluded and just as opulent. It was positioned in such a way that privacy was paramount, and so was access by those who could afford it. Apparently, the Mistress was one of the few who could, which made her identity even more suspect. Security on the floor merely nodded to her, and her hand slid easily over the handle, pushing the door open into the darkened room.

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Blinding light flared suddenly, directly into the girl's eyes, but not so quickly that she didn't gt an fleeting impression of a large, open floorplan, huge windows across one wall showing the sparkle of the outside night and the lights of the city beyond and below. And, for just an eyeblink, a figured seated a little ways into the room, one leg crossed over the other, what looked like a bottle of wine at their side. "You came." There was, just perhaps, a touch of surprise in the tone. Or relief? "I wasn't sure you would, all things considered."

From the center of the glare, a tall figure approached her, all details washed out by the intensity of the floodlight, leaving her haloed like a dark angel. One hand reached out to pass a glass of a white, slightly sweet white wine to her guest, and then she retreated behind her blinding curtain again.

"My name is Karn Andriessen," she said, anonymous and invisible once more. "And you are standing in my hotel." A brief pause, and she might have chuckled before adding, "One of them. We have properties in London, Tokyo, a few other places. We were in negotiations to build in Petersburg, but for obvious reasons that will not now be happening." The light dimmed a tad, not enough to make her visible, but enough to ease the strain on her visitor's eyes slightly.

"I tell you this not to brag, but so you understand why I did not keep my promise. I did keep an eye on you for a time, but I travel a great deal for business and I fear I've learned that paying large amounts of money to employees does not always mean you get their best work once they are out of your sight. In short, hey lost you." Glass clinked, there was the tiniest gurgle, and she made a tiny sound that might have been amusement. or annoyance. "Leather clubs? Really? Had I not been called away... ah well."

Something shifted in the room- perhaps she had stood? "The last time we met, I had paid five thousand dollars to acquire you. And then that much again to... convince... someone involved that it was not in their best interests to speak of my business. I wonder if that has entered your mind. If that is why you are here. Do you expect ten thousand dollars for coming here tonight? Are you a whore?"

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Instinctively, a hand came up to shield Lola's eyes from the blinding light. Blinking away the sudden burst and shapes appearing in her eyes took concentration, but she'd seen enough to know she wasn't alone. She wanted to answer back, to quip something sarcastic at the woman, but hearing her voice again hit home how real this truly was. Wordlessly, she took the glass of wine from the figure, standing still and just listening. Thankful that the burning in her vision eased as the light's power lessened. Silent, as the woman revealed her identity.

She blinked in surprise at the revelation that this woman- her Mistress---owned not only this hotel, but others in major cities around the world. She listened to the explanations, hearing the slight scoff, the clink of glass, the admittance of how much she'd paid, truly, to have that one night with her. The questions hit her like a barrage, and her free hand clenched, white-knuckled, as thoughts raced through her mind, before landing on one. _I'm in her realm. But this time... I walked in. I have control here._

And she knew the perfect way to exercise that control. She bowed, gracefully, the wine glass tapping against the floor as it was set down. She glanced carefully into the light, towards where the figure would be sitting, or standing. She swallowed, hard, before shaking her head, lips easing into a smile flashing in the light.

"I don't want your money, Mistress," she admitted, hands moving to the buttons of her shirt and loosening the top one, letting her collar free. Her fingers came back down, stroking the edges of the shirt fabric, teasing at opening the other buttons briefly. "And the last time we talked, I wasn't a whore... I was your slut."

The words were spoken with building confidence, and a bit of what might have been teasing. Her pulse was thundering in her ears at how bold this felt, how dangerous... how alluring. "And I understand your explanation. 'It is what it is', remember?" Her chest rose and fell steadily, yet the tightness of her shoulders showing how tense she was at this moment. "As for the clubs... I apologize for not being patient enough to wait. I wanted answers, but all it did was bring up more questions, and at times it felt overwhelming... but I realized something. I needed to wait. I needed to be patient." She closed her eyes and smiled, this time her expression softer.

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The lighting changed again, dimming enough now to let Andriessen be seen as a shadowy figure, still strongly back-lit and indistinct, however. The glass of wine was in her hand, and there were other, indeterminate objects on the low table next to her seat.

"Don't call me 'Mistress'," Karn commanded, firmly. "Too impersonal. As if I were another man's wife you are stepping out with on the side. Use my name when you address me. Every time. Save the Master and Mistress nonsense for anyone we might meet socially together." Her voice softened, then.

"And I don't mind the clubs, pet. Not at all. You needed to learn, and I needed patience. I just wish- well, had I been available to guide you, you would have found a higher class of teacher. there are clubs, and clubs, you know." The silhouetted glass was raised to her lips, a sip taken, and she gave her next order, tone firm once more.

"If you are still my slut, and not simply an opportunistic whore---prove it. Remove your shoes, stockings, and outer clothes. Anything made of cloth, destroy. Tear it. Make it unwearable. You won't be needing it again tonight, and when I decide to let you dress again---if I do---I'll send for something." A sound somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle leaked from the seated figure. "Leave your underwear for now. I have my own plans for that."

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The sudden command was a bit like a bucket of cold water splashed over her feelings, but it resulted in a single shiver, then determined focus entered her expression. She had to bite back the urge to smile again. Even with her job and the pay raise, it still cost a bit to afford club dues, attending events, even finding certain items... the thought of taking back to her small apartment was entertaining, but distracting in the moment.

She took a breath, straightening under her gaze, giving a nod of acknowledgment. "Yes, Ms. Andriessen," she said dutifully, her hands already pulling her jacket and her shirt off. Her shoes, low heels, were slipped off, along with her socks, pants, and the undershirt, leaving her in just her underwear.

Just her luck, there was already a hole in the armpit of her black button-up; that made tearing it much easier, as the arm was ripped off and then the seam torn down the side, the same treatment given to the t-shirt. Her pants were a bit trickier, but finding the right places to apply pressure made the fabric rip, and the sound was more satisfying than she'd thought possible. The socks were surprisingly easy, and soon her clothing was a pile of ruined fabric on the floor.

The jacket, leather and older, yet obviously sentimental, was placed by her shoes. If Mistr---''Karn'', she corrected herself mentally, wanted to destroy it, then she'd have the right to do it. But it would still hurt seeing it taken away.

Her underwear was a pair of sky-blue panties, lace detailing on the edges and paired with a matching cup bra that framed her breasts rather than merely hold them as her sports bras or simple ones did. She stood straight, and after a considering breath, placed her hands behind her back. She considered looking down at the floor, but instead looked to where Karn was sitting. As much as she wanted to prove that she was submitting to this, she also wanted to be attentive to the other woman's orders, whatever they were to be.

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Once more the lighting changed, clearly controlled by some subtle remote device. No longer was it directly in her eyes; instead, a warmer beam came down from above, as if she were on a runway. The glow behind Karn dimmed and expanded into something that could only be called mood lighting as she rose and approached, something long and slender in her hand.

As she got closer, the waiting girl could at least see that the tall blonde was wearing a simple, short nightgown, a surprisingly feminine garment for one with her personality. Her feet were bare, and her breasts shifted with every step, nipples already hard against the satin. And the thing in her hand was not a letter opener. Oh, it could be used as one, but that was not its primary purpose...

Lifting the stiletto to her lips, Karn pressed the flat of it against her mouth and leaned to do likewise to her plaything, a steel-barrier interrupted kiss. Ever so carefully, her tongue eased out around the glittering edge to flick at the corner of the girl's mouth. Then the fine weapon dipped, sliding under the strap of the girl's bra before being turned edge up, the opposing edge rasping against her skin slightly. "You remember this part, don't you pet? This time, though, you have to ask for it. Beg me to unwrap you."

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Her sight adjusted to the warmer lighting as Karn moved closer, head tilting to look upward, hands briefly clenched into balled fists. _Concentrate... breathe... remember to breathe,_ she managed to remind herself, chest rising and falling in rhythm as she held still. The glint of metal in Karn's hand brought back memories of that first contact, the blade's edge ripping fabric from her body and bearing it to the cool air, bound under her gaze...

She held back a moan, eyelashes fluttering as her thoughts scattered from that kiss, tinged with the steel taste as her lips pressed against the cool blade. She felt her bra being pulled, but not quite separating. Karn's words swirled through her awareness, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Please, Karn, bare my skin, let me be presentable to you. Allow me to..." Her words trailed off as she licked her lips, eyes bright with desperation as she trembled, blush rising to her face. "Allow me to be your slut, allow me to serve at your whim, please, Ms. Andr---Please, Karn, even if it's only for one night more-" She swallowed, trying not to choke on the words, embarrassed by the hot tears causing her sight to waver. "Please, I beg you, take me again, Karn. Do with me what you will."

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"So urgent," Karn whispered, lips still almost touching the girl's. The knife was doing its own thing, tracing the cool flat of its fine steel over a cheek, then down her neck, across a collarbone. "So needy. Has no one taught you patience yet, pet? Not even the best slut gets what she wants right away all the time."

The tip of the stiletto---surely an illegal weapon nearly everywhere---slid once more between skin and strap. Flicking her tongue once, Karn moved back very slightly, and turned her wrist, faction by fraction. So gentle, so careful that even once the blade was nearly vertical, stretching out the thin cotton, the opposite edge, cold and dangerous, barely scraped the girl's sensitive skin. A single twitch, a sudden move, however- what had been something of a game in their first encounter was now in critical earnest.

"Count to ten," Karn ordered. "Slowly. And don't forget to breathe."

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Lola trembled, feeling lust twisting itself between her legs in an ember of neediness that was slowly becoming a fire. The blade's cool touch made her sigh as she struggled to hold still, to obey. That question, rhetorical though it was, caused her to pause and tempered the shivering---just a little. The gleam in her eyes from unshed tears wavered, but did not cause them to spill just yet.

She could feel the tension as the bra strap was pulled upward, the faint kiss of ice against the skin of her shoulder revealing where the edge truly was. She swallowed, checking herself before nodding reflexively as she spoke.

"One," she whispered, taking the time to take long, deep breaths. At least seven of them passed before she counted again. "Two." This time, nine breaths, her heart managing to slow and thud gently in her chest, blood spreading back through previously tense muscle and sinew.  "Three." It was a challenge, but Karn's words echoed in her mind.

Part of her wanted to bristle at that remark, but she couldn't deny it was true. Most if not all of her partners wanted something quick in-between their mundane lives, weekends a luxury to explore other alternatives to their daily routine. That she was here, actually doing this... she would be patient. She needed to be.

"Four." It seemed like a small eternity, between each beat of her heart in her ears, the gentle thudding of her chest. But eventually, she found herself counting the last number. "Ten." It took all her strength not to hold her breath.

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At the last breath of sound forming 'ten', Karn tugged gently, and the blade parted the cloth of the strap like so much spiderweb. Carefully drawing the knife across and down, she used it to gingerly tease the wrecked garment off her prize's torso and down her arm. When it dropped to the floor, she grinned.

"I remember these," she said, "quite well." Tapping the flat of her dangerous tool against one nipple in a jaunty rhythm, she bent to flicker her tongue against the other. Once it had hardened, she took it between her warm lips, sucking and rolling. Finally she set her teeth and drew back, stretching the sensitive nub to just short of pain before letting it go with a pop. "Tasty."

Setting the knife aside, she palmed both her pet's tits, stroking and massaging. "How many hands and mouths have been on these?," she asked, leaning in to tease her willing captive's lips with her tongue. One hand left its curvy resting place to slide down over the bare belly, coming to rest over her pubic bone. "And how many people have been in your holes?" One finger pressed, right in the center. "Were you an active slut before returning to me? Were you well-used?" Crooking her finger against the barely-covered slit, she urged the younger woman closer.

"Tell me... everything."

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Her chest rose and fell with each deepened breath, wanting desperately to look down and see Karn's expression, the look in her eyes... but not yet. Not yet, damn it... she gasped as the tapping on one nipple, then it became a moan at the caress to her other breast, muscles taut to keep from moving restlessly and to hold still. She did shiver as the nipple was released from between sharp teeth. Karn's questions seemed to swim from her ears into her blood, twisting like flames to mingle with the rising desire at having her body fondled and caressed. She moved closer as she was 'pulled' from the not so subtle pull on her sex.

In the midst of this, her mind raced for answers, the words trying to jump past the ecstasy clouding her mind and faculties. "I... I had a few partners between," she breathed the words, her tongue licking at her own lips to catch a hint of Karn's taste on them. "They were from the... bars, said they'd teach me how to be a proper slut... a cunt-licker... a used girl or boi, whatever they wanted... femmes and butches alike, Ms. Andriessen," she quickly addressed properly.

"I made s-sure that they were satisfied, I used a strap on, my fingers or my mouth on them... most of them just wanted to cum, only a few asked about my own pleasure..." She wanted to duck her head, whether in shame or in reverence she did not know. "I couldn't. Not for them. I-I did at my own hands a few times, but it was when..." She choked on the words, swallowed hard, forcing herself to say it, to admit the truth.

"It was only when I thought about you. When I had something pressed inside of me as tightly as I could take it, riding it, thinking about you ruining me completely, that was the only way I could spend myself---" And it had happened a few times. Once, a full day was spent when she felt insatiable, trying and failing to scratch that itch, and the only thing that gave her release was imaging that she'd been given permission to do so, after hours of rocking back and forth, covered in sweat and fluids on her thighs and bedspread, pleading as she shook with orgasmic pleasure. She swallowed hard again, the strain of holding her head up causing her eyes to pool with salt, one tear streaking down the side of her face.

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Grinning tightly, Andriessen reached out and let one fingertip trail along the path of the tear, bringing it to her lips to suck the salt off. The same finger then pressed flat against her pet's mouth. "Not 'Ms. Andriessen', love. Never that. Karn. Just Karn. No one, so far as I know, says 'Mister God', and I don't want you to have to work any harder when you pray to me as your Goddess."

Crooking her fingertip, she slid it between the willing lips, then pressed more firmly, insisting the girl open her teeth and take it fully, all the way to the back of her throat. "Clearly, you've already learned that your pleasure comes from servicing others. And after they are satisfied. Which is proper." The finger wiggled a bit, stroking the inside of her throat, teasing, testing to see if she would gag, try to pull away. Drawing it out, Karn added a second finger, going not so deep this time, but working them in and out, face-fucking her pet slowly.

"On the other hand, if you're too distracted, too desperate- you won't be able to focus on your true purpose. So before we start in earnest, perhaps I should let you relieve yourself." Out came the fingers once more, only to be slid deeply between Karn's own lips, before she leaned in to kiss the shivering girl, digits trapped between them. "What do you think, pretty?," she mumbled into the other woman's mouth. "Should I let you show me how you teased yourself while we were separated?"


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Relaxed in Jonesy's arms, Vicky let out a soft groan as he withdrew his fingers from her, held awkwardly as she was still bound, her balance compromised by not being able to move her arms or legs. Aware of how absurd she must look, she let him lead her to the table and lay her down on it, bent over the solid surface, her head turned to watch him, squirming softly.

She might have made some flirtatious comment, or an excited little squeal, but instead she just watched, a sort of eager, willing anticipation, tinged with just the slightest hint of trepidation. She smiled softly when he asked about a safe word, his concern for her showing through his... obvious desire.

"I'll snap my fingers if you go to far. If you want to bind my hands or anything like that, I've also got a neural uplink to my phone. Trust me, the noise it makes if I trigger it will make it very clear." What she didn't say was that that neural uplink would also let her call security services if things got really bad---and that there was a fail safe system implanted just above her collarbone that was good for one, single, "Come now, and with everyone" call.

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Jonesy felt almost ashamed he didn't know more. The answer Vicky gave was simple, and practical. Snapping fingers, or her phone going off. If she was connected to that, then she'd likely have other measures in place. Measures that would likely mean he regretted life for a long long time, should she implement them. It only made sense, and was likely critical given her line of work.

He wasn't overly worried things would come to that, he just wanted to ensure everyone had a good time. They did say communication was key to all things, and as he looked at her bound hands, he noticed she was still able to snap her fingers... and they were right there and visible to him, resting on that wonderful ass.

Satisfied with everything he nodded, and placed the gag to her lips, letting her take it into her mouth before buckling it behind her head. He stepped back, admiring her; bent of the table, legs spread, hands locked behind her back, ass just begging to be touched... or more forcefully attended to. He gathered her red hair, and lay it over one shoulder, exposing her back and the corset she still wore.

He picked up the crop first, seeming the least intimidating implement of the two. He began swatting her perfect ass; first one cheek then the other. He looked to her hands with each strike, testing the waters. He liked how her body responded, the small jerks it made from the surprise.

He continued, smacking her ass and legs just a little harder each time with the crop until her flesh turned light pink. Then he stopped and ran his hand over her warmed flesh, just touching, and then groping, really enjoying the feel of her. He set the crop into her hands, letting her hold it, should he wish to use it again, while he walked back to the front of the table and pulled the flogger off. He looked down at her face, letting her see his smile.

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Vicky's lips parted easily for the gag, her eyes widening slightly as he strapped it behind her, somehow looking even more pliant, more vulnerable than before, her body laid out in invitation to do as he pleased with. She closed her eyes for a moment as he moved her hair aside, yelping softly with each strike of the crop, her body jerking ever so slightly as he kept an irregular rhythm to keep her from simply bracing.

As he struck her harder, the yelps turned into soft grunts, but she was far from complaining, groaning into her gag as he groped her taut, and now warm, rear end. Her fingers closed deftly around the crop when he placed it in her hands, holding it against the small of her back, her eyes an alluring mix of playfulness and concern as she looked at the flogger---honestly one of her favorite toys, as well as one of the more expensive ones in her collection, having been made from genuine leather, a rare thing in this day and age.

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He swung the flogger through the air a few times, learning its weight and motions. His fingers kept returning to the long tails---if this thing wasn't' real leather, and thus cost a fortune, it was the best fake he'd seen. He looked back to Vicky, and her smile. Gods but that was hot---so see a woman bound for your pleasure, and her smile back up at you. Not a look of dread, but one daring you to do your best.

Jonesy felt up to the challenge, and swung the flogger again, this time letting it collide with her pretty exposed ass. It was not the soft 'pat' of the crop, but more of a 'thump', and he decided he liked that. Like how it elicited a bigger response from her. The crop could make her twitch, but this got more. Like her whole body was involved. He smiled at that and continued.

He got into the moment, really flogging her rosy ass before draping the thing over her back and grabbing has backside in both hands and groping her warm, pink flesh. He knelt down and inspected the damage, caressing and soothing. One hand even slipped between her legs to rub her pussy, making him wonder if she'd like some more... vigorous, attention there.

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Vicky looked back at him, mouth parted wide, eyes submissive, watching him toy with the flogger, testing its weight, feeling the balance of the toy in his hand. She appreciated that he was careful, that he seemed to want to do things correctly. There were some people who obsessed with protocol, and she could care less about that, but she did appreciate his attentiveness. After all, if something went wrong, it would almost certainly be her who would get hurt in the process.

And then he struck her, across the exposed, taut flesh of her rear, and she grunted with the blow, her body moving just slightly. She continued to respond like that as he continued, groaning and writhing under the flogger, her rear growing a warm shade of pink. It apparently made her exquisitely responsive, as she wriggled the moment he caressed her rear, and as his hand strayed to more intimate places, she let out a longing groan, and seemed to press herself a little closer---about as much communication of desire as a girl in her position could manage.

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Jonesy could certainly tell she was into it, unless she could force her body to react like that. Maybe she could, but given their agreement, he believed she was genuinely having a good time. His hand lingered, rubbing and probing deeper into her pussy. It was there, exposed, restrained, waiting for him to enjoy and he smiled all the more for it.

Finally withdrawing his hand, he resumed with the flogger, striking her ass and long toned legs with it. God but she was hot, and just bent over, not only taking it, but enjoying it. He paused for a moment, staring down at her, and that perfectly alluring pussy. His hands slid along the leather tails and decided. He swung the toy up, between her legs, letting it collide with her vulnerable sex. He wasn't too hard, but the impact was certainly there, and drug the tails across her flesh as they pulled away from her. He waited for her response to that before resuming.

His own response was rather obvious---he was rock hard again, and eager to take her... but he was also having fun in a way he'd never imagined.

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Augmented as Vicky was, with the wetware within her a substantial amount of her net worth, her body's reaction was entirely natural. The bound woman groaned in pleasure as he probed deeper, her passage warm and wet, devoid of any evidence that she had previously been enjoying his attention.

And she groaned again, somewhat wistfully, when he withdrew his hand. He took up the flogger again, and she bore it, grunting and twitching as he laid into her rear end and taut thighs, arching her back with a genuine cry as he brought down the flogger on her sex, the combination of stimulation and anticipation playing on her nerves, leaving her panting softly.

"Nnnggghhh..." she panted softly against her gag, a small line of drool forming against her chin, using the brief respite to recover her senses. She mumbled into the gag, the sound vague and unclear, though by the way she was squirming and pressing her rear up, she was clearly interested in more than just a flogging.

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Jonesy admired her ass wiggling in the air, and the muffled noises coming from her gagged mouth. More, he really enjoyed causing this reaction. He struck her a few more times on that perfect, round, tight and vulnerable ass before setting the flogger down.

There was a beautiful woman, bound, bent over his table and waiting to get fucked. He more than wanted to just screw her, he wanted to fuck her like he owned her. Something clicked. Not just a one time gift to be enjoyed and then returned, going back to waving at the pretty lady in the hall. He wanted to fuck her so she'd remember him. To carve out a place in her mind that would be his, just as much as she was certainly doing to his life just by being here and exposing him to these perverse treats.

His fingers toyed with her a bit more, teasing her clit, running up and down her slip lips. "Beg for it. Beg to be fucked." He didn't care that she was gagged, hell that made it more fun. After hearing some sounds from her drooling mouth he smiled and stepped up closer to her; pressing his cock into her exposed sex.

He reached up and grabbed a good handful of her red hair, slowly tugging her head back before he began ramming into her. Sure, she was a prostitute, odds are someone fucked her harder than he ever would. But the idea that she might enjoy this, he wanted it to be rough enough for her to have a good time... really get into that submissive mindset, just as he was finally getting into that of dominating this beautiful woman.

Jonesy fucked her against that table for all he was worth, one hand pulling her hair, the other slapping her ass, or holding her cuffed wrists down into the small of her back as he thrust into her. And he really, really enjoyed this. He could see why she was worth so much.

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Vicky jerked and grunted a few more times as he struck her helpless rear, before sagging down, panting softly, though that brief respite vanished as he resumed toying with her, the bound woman squirming frantically. She groaned into the gag, managing a muffled "Pweeeze..." as she tried to demonstrate her enthusiasm for the idea, wriggling and pressing herself against his hand, her movements growing more urgent as he switched positions to bring his cock right to the brink of hat she was hoping for. Wriggling, she arched her back to force her rear up, groaning into the gag, her legs exposed, everything she had on offer.

She screamed when he finally took hold of her hair and forced her head back as he thrust into her, and it didn't sound like a complaint, her body yielding beautifully to his brutal, insistent assault, wet, muffled moans and squeals escaping the gag as he assaulted her, giving herself entirely over to being used by him.

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Jonesy held her down and continued his unrelenting thrusts into her all too willing, beautiful body. His own moans and grunts joined the wet, muffled sounds that escaped her. His aching cock throbbed inside her with each claiming thrust. This warm, all too compliant body she offered up for him to ravage... to claim. If even just for the moment.

He rammed himself balls deep into her for minutes on end, everything building, everything amazing. Jonesy fucked Vicky liked he'd never tried, or even known he had it within him. He kept at it, having already enjoyed not long ago, and so he was able to prolong this pounding; relishing every wet slap of flesh, every twitch and grip of her sex on his cock. Everything about this.

When the end did come, he did not slow, or loosen his grip. He rode her until he was grunting and shooting his hot seed deep inside her, slowing only to ensure her body milked him of every last drop before pausing to catch his breath---still buried inside her perfect pussy.

After a short moment of catching his breath, he started to chuckle, and then full on laughed. He reached down to unfasten the gag, letting the implement drop and spill the built up saliva onto the table she was bent over. "Well now I'm good and fucking hooked. God damn that was amazing." His hand caressed her ass, gently, reverently as opposed to the spanking strikes of before.

Jonesy really admired her... her ability to give this sort of gift, much less enjoy the giving. Damn but she was something special. "You know Vicky, you make a man wish he could actually, literally fuck all day." He chuckled again, in a perfectly wonderful mood, as he begrudgingly stepped back and slipped from her grip. He bent down and released her ankles from the spreader bar, and then grabbed her shoulders to help her stand upright once again, turning her slowly until she faced him. The drool on her face didn't detract from the beauty at all, but somehow added to it. He pulled her in and kissed her, hard---both as if claiming and in thanks.

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Vicky squealed and groaned and bucked against her bonds, at the very least playing the eager---albeit bound---partner as he hammered into her, wanting him to explore himself, to let himself go. To do things he wouldn't normally do---and might not ever do again. To create for him a very, very pleasant memory.

Going still as he slowed, feeling him cum deep within her, she panted softly, the gag leaving her mouth with a wet pop, panting softly. "You're starting to get the hang of putting a girl through her paces..." Letting him help her up, there was a smile on her face, though she looked exhausted, sweat and saliva on her face, her composure a little more ruffled. Squeaking in surprise, she almost fell into his kiss, returning it with the same eager passion she showed him the rest of the time.

Smiling when he let her go, she nodded to a clock on the wall. "Should I beg for dinner? I'd make an excellent petgirl..."

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At the mention of food, Jonesy's gut rumbled as well. He had to laugh at that and shrugged his shoulders. They were only human, and one could not survive on fucking alone. "How about you put something fun on, and I'll get started on dinner. You can tell me all about this 'petgirl' stuff over my humble cooking." He shot her a wink and a playful swat on the ass before he walked away.

He found some loose pants, not brave enough to cook naked, and started dragging food from the fridge, and beginning to prep things to make a pasta with meatballs. He made everything by hand, and was both paying attention to his work, and reflecting on how lucky he was when he saw her return. He smiled at her appearance and nodded to a seat where she could overlook his work as he poured her a glass of wine. He knew she'd had better, but, it wasn't bad for what he could afford. "I started out as a bartender, and then filled in for a cook that never showed up one night. I worked my way up to assistant chef... which is to say the guy doing the cooking without his name on the building. I even thought about opening my own place... but kitchens are so much more expensive to run, I'd never have gotten the capital. Bars that happen to be able to cater are so much easier to get that middle and even some upper class business. Everyone drinks."

He finished up the meal, tossing the pasta and meatballs in a pesto cream sauce and then set a plate before her. "So what's the difference between a petgirl and a pretty slave girl? I really can't believe how much of a thrill it's been to bind you up in various ways."

What really struck him, and made him smile, was just how easy it was to talk to her. Vicky made it so easy. Use her as he wished, she seemed to enjoy it, and there was nothing... weird or awkward about it. She made him comfortable while she got bound and fucked. He decided that no matter what fee she charged, it wasn't enough. No wonder he'd never known a woman like her.

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Vicky yelped playfully as Jonesy slapped her rear, finding herself hungry and looking forward to dinner. She dressed, as he put it, in 'something fun', a red-silk chemise with a lace cutout around her breasts and down her stomach, appealing and inviting while being technically fully covered. She sat, sipping her wine and watching him with what looked like appreciation.

"Makes sense... you seem to be successful at it. And my understanding were drinks was always where the market is." She grinned at his question, shaking her head. "Harder to explain. I'll tell you what---I'll show you tomorrow when you get home from work." She was already planning something, making a mental note to send a friend of hers a message tomorrow during the day.

She smiled at his ease, more comfortable manner with her, watching him cook for her like it was the most normal thing in the world. "I meant what I said that first night---let me know if you want me to get the word out. I have clients who would... appreciate the space you have."

"Speaking of the bar---where do you see it going? Are you happy with it? Have dreams of expanding?" She grinned a little shyly. "I like hearing about people's ambitions."

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Sitting down to the table with her, Jonesy admired, again, her choice in attire. He nodded at being 'shown' what this petgirl business was tomorrow and smile with interest. He'd enjoyed everything else so far, and he was coming to understand that he wasn't the most creative guy in the world when it came to 'you can do whatever you want'. It was just too much out of his norm to really ponder anything extravagant.

"I'd be happy for any help you can give. I feel we do a good job of supporting those functions... clearly your last employer thought so as well." He chuckled, winking at her. "As for where it's going? Well, I've recently just gotten past the 'oh god, oh god, please don't fail' phase. Business has been actually decent for a few months, that party really put us over into a bit of a comfortable spot. I'd like to get better chairs, maybe upgrade a few things. Expand the kitchen maybe. There is a floor above the bar that's pretty empty. I know because some pricks in suits tried to buy me out last year so they could gut everything and turn it into a two story club. Like we need another one of those." He rolled his eyes and stuffed his mouth before he started shit talking the over abundance of clubs and their endless cycle of 'big openings', then being 'the go to spot' followed by closing. He had plenty of friends in the business who had to hop from club to club looking for work as 'the new thing' built up and closed down. "I guess I want to be stable. Reliable. Not much is these days. Not just for me, but my employees, and certainly the regulars. A place they know they can go, get something good and relax."

He shrugged and continued eating. Not the most ambitious tale she'd ever heard, he was certain. He even laughed to himself about that. "Probably not the grand corporate takeover schemes you're used to hearing about? Just a guy who likes pouring drinks and easing people's cares, and hopes he can remain successful enough at that to keep his and his employees heads above water. That's my huge master strategy."

After dinner he sat with her on the couch and reviewed the video they had made. He smiled, enjoying the end result, and figured that he'd make more such videos for his memories in the days to come. That night he enjoyed her again, but just simply. A good time romp before bed. Like friends with benefits almost. Work took him away early, so he didn't bother waking her. Inventory, receiving, stocking, accounting and payroll---all the necessities of running a bar before the bar was even open. It was just him for most the day. Jonesy was regretting not bringing Vicky, how silly was it to have a gift like that and not use it when alone at work?

But he knew he couldn't really enjoy himself to the fullest until this was all done. He finished the schedule to give himself maximum time off for the next few days, confirmed everything with the night manager he'd hired, and got headed back home. He parked the aircar, took the lift, and walked past her door with a smile, knowing she was likely in his home, not hers.


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Vicky grinned at Jonesy promise, winking playfully. "Should hope so... I think I'm also more expensive than a petty nice one, when it comes down to it. Never done the math though."

Watching him pull out the red rope, she nodded. "Sounds good." Not particularly worried if he watched her or not, she undressed, setting her clothing on the table as well, while she got into his requested attire. "Heels or no heels?"

Once he answered, she wriggled her way into the fishnet bodystocking, tugging at the material to get the complicated garment to sit properly. It was well made enough that it was comfortable, with a generous cutout for her rear and crotch so as not to impede... other activities... that sort of broke down into a webbed halter to leave her breasts exposed in two large cutouts, though much of that would be hidden beneath the corset. The corset went on next, the black underbust garment bringing her waist in and pressing her breasts up rather fetchingly, each front clasp adorned with a small, heart-shaped lock that she clicked close, handing the keys over to him when he returned. They were small enough that she could probably break it, but the spirit of them was that she was in it until he let her out.

Pairing that with his choice of footwear, she looked curiously at him when he returned with the rope.

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At Jonesy's return, she asked about shoes and he pulled down a set of strappy platforms that would make her legs and ass look even more amazing than they already were. He also took the key from her and smiled. They would have fun now, but he'd looked forward to unlocking her from the corset later on as well. After care was a term for these perverted relationships, he'd learned; and despite she was a paid service, he'd not skimp on something that made so much sense to him. You took care of folks---especially if they were doing something for you.

When she was ready, Jonesy easily wrapped his arm around her, now even slimmer, waist, and guided her toward the living room. Standing in the center he unwrapped the red rope and couldn't help but look and smile at her as he got ready. "Let me know if anything is too tight---my first time and all," he chuckled, and began with her wrists behind her back. From there the rope went around her arm, to her front, over those amazing tits, and back around the other arm. He secured things and then looked to his comm pad to make sure he had the next steps. He locked that part down with cinches under her arms, and proceeded; another band of rope under Vicky's breasts and over her arms nearer the elbow. Locking those down and tying it all off in the back, he stopped to inspect his work and make any adjustments. "Damn Vicky, you look great. How is it? Too tight? Too loose?"

His eyes roamed her now bound upper body, while also stealing glances up to meet her eyes. He was having a really great time, and found it amazing just how comfortable she made all this. One might think taking awhile to tie up a person could be awkward as hell, but with Vicky, things were always nice and easy.

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Vicky took the platforms and put them on, her height increasing a bit as she winked. "Somewhere in my closet I have some shoes with locks on them as well... you know, for someday." An interesting turn of phrase, given the time he was "paid up" for was slowly decreasing. Letting him guide her toward the living room, enjoying the gentle pressure of his hand against her corset, she stood in the center, watching him uncoil the rope. "Yes Master."

She moved only when he needed her to---putting her wrists behind her back, moving her arm slightly, etc., watching as he managed a harness that rather pleasantly highlighted her breasts, as well as keeping her comfortably bound behind her. She wriggled a little---a show in and of itself---testing the bonds. "You're very good at this for your first time." She craned her neck behind her, causing the excess rope to sway a little. "If you loop that under one of the straps across my back and tie it off again, it works as a pretty good leash..."

Wriggling again, she tested the shift of the rope. "But seriously, this was a really well done first time."

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Her comment of someday had him thinking of no later than Thursday---three days away. Still, solid information, and spoke to her willingness to give him all options when she really didn't have to. Hearing her call him master... that did nice things for his ego, and his cock, still hidden by only loose pants as he'd worked. But it was her compliments of his skill, or rather first timer's luck, at the rope bondage that got him worked up and excited. His smiled beamed at her, as he watched test the bonds, and hint at making a leash. Everything she did made this so much easier to enjoy.

"You're a fucking national treasure Vicky," he grinned, and saw how she moved, and went back around to adjust his work. He wanted it perfect... good for first time was not enough---she gave him her all, she deserved the same from him.

And he did make a lead of sorts with the leftover rope; double tying it in the back, behind her neck, and bringing it around her throat, again double tying it off so it could not possibly slide tighter and choke her. Safety first and all.

The first thing he did with that leash is pull her in for a fierce kiss, grabbing, groping her body freely as he did so, until he was nearly out of breath. "Damn you are addicting. You should come with a warning label or something." He grinned, then tugged down on the rope leash, nodding in silent commend for her to get on her knees.

Jonesy pulled his shirt off and smiled down at her. "Pull my pants down." He instructed with a wide smile, clearly having a great time with this bound beauty.

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Vicky saw the eagerness in his eyes when she called him Master, but more than that the look of pride when she complemented her work. After all, this was her realm of expertise, so presumably her esteem counted for something.

She laughed, the sound genuine and easy, and winked at him. "Careful. Talk like that will get me boxed up and put in a glass case somewhere." She had a briefly thoughtful look---presumably imagining a suitable image, perhaps for a very pricey client party---as he did up the ropes. The one around her neck, he'd notice, she watched particularly carefully, nodding with approval.

Squealing as he pulled her into a kiss, she returned it passionately, shaking her head. "No sweetie... the whole idea is to get you addicted. Repeat customers are so much more fun." Feeling the tug on her "leash" she sunk carefully to her knees, giving him a playful scowl as her hands were currently tied behind her, though she set about the task with her mouth rather skillfully, soon having worked his pants open and tugging them down to his knees, before looking demurely back up at him.

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Jonesy laughed, "I'd come break you out, have no fear," he said about the glass case. Her comment of repeat business had him grinning too. "Well you've succeeded, know where I can sell a kidney?"

But jokes stopped as she sunk down and pulled his pants down, revealing a half swollen cock. Her look up at him changed the mood and made his pulse race. Before was fun, now... now he really wanted her. Now he wanted to be her Master, her his adoring slave girl, and nothing else to matter.

"Beautiful slave girls worship their master, right? That's what I want. Show me... worship my cock Vicky." It sounded like the dumbest line ever, he knew. But Jonesy also didn't care... he knew she'd do it, and happily, and probably blow his fucking mind yet again. He knew she didn't care if it sounded dumb---or at least would never criticize him for it. She'd just do it.

Somehow, that fact was a lot more arousing than the ropes he'd just tied around her.

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Vicky smiled---at silly as the line sounded, it was enthusiastic and eager, and that's all she really cared about. Basking in the idea of being wanted was, itself, magnificent. "I think I can manage that... Master."

Bereft of her arms and hands, she was left with just her mouth as the means to please him---and she went about that task eagerly. Nuzzling him, she didn't go directly to the main event, instead nuzzling and kissing his crotch, the base of his shaft, her soft lips blushing against his balls, her tongue tracing his skin. It was worship in a very real sense of the word, the feeling that in this moment, this was her whole world, and she was devoted to the sensory experience of it.

Finally however, she relented, slowly kissing up his shaft until she pressed her lips against his crown, before parting them slowly as she drew him into her, slowly easing her way down him until he pressed against her throat---and in turn, her nose pressed against his skin, before working her way back up, slowing picking up the pace as she bobbed her head, her intention to do this as long as he liked, the pace languid, the only noise she made an occasional wet sound of effort---or pleasure---her eyes cast up at him as her tongue worked in concert with her mouth.

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Jonesy was right---she was blowing his mind all over again. He'd asked for it, not knowing what it really was, and suddenly felt stupid for starting this up while standing. Her soft, adoring, one could convince themselves---loving, acts warmed his heart as much as it made it race. Her tongue on his balls, slowly, casually tracing his warm flesh was not something he'd been ready for, but found he loved instantly.

She took her time, and it was all Jonesy could do keep upright. By force of will alone he stood there, moaning in pleasure from everything she did to him. And that was before she had his dick in her mouth! When she began that, his knees were seriously considering becoming unreliable. He looked down, into those pretty blue-grey eyes and gasped as he felt her tongue on his balls at the same time his cock felt the back of her throat. That... was something new, and he knew he couldn't take much more of it.

She took her time, but he was already on the edge, and so---with great reluctance, stepped back, pulling his throbbing shaft from her reach. "Oh good God Vicky... wow." he blinked a few times, and took a deep breath. Jonesy looked down with a thoroughly amused grin, and caught sight of the other bundles of rope he'd brought out. "Let's finish what we started before going back to that... wow." he knew he wasn't very eloquent at the moment, and doubted any man could be. So he just bent down, grabbed the ropes, and then helped her back up to her feet. He learned his lesson, they would finish this closer to the couch!

He pulled a cushion off the couch and placed int on the ground, before helping her down to it. From there he knelt beside her and got to work on one leg, wrapping the bright red rope against her pale skin and the black fishnet covering her. He smiled up at her, and tried to ignore his throbbing, aching penis as it bounced about and mostly was in his way at the moment... but there was no way he wasn't hard for her, even as he finished the first leg, binding her lower leg up to her upper in double column tie that took him a moment to get to look just right.

Jonesy leaned into kiss her, as he got up to move to the other side. A few minutes later, Vicky beautiful legs were in a frogtie, and she was sitting right there in front of the couch. With a wicked grin, he took a seat in front of her, "Now... where were we?"

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Vicky looked up at him, adoringly, as she worked his shaft into her throat, pressing her tongue out to press against his balls, letting out a wet, muffled coo of contentment at his obvious pleasure. He pulled out, and she looked a little dazed---and a little disappointed---that he did so, feigning a pout as he helped her back to her feet---mostly by hauling her up by her bonds, eliciting a bit of a squeal, though the wink she gave him as well somewhat undermined the image of annoyance.

Looking down at the cushion, she fell back to her knees, looking a little confused before he knelt beside her and started working on her legs as well, chuckling at his agitation and making sure to brush against him every now and again as he bound her legs together, leaving her largely helpless. "You really do have a knack for this."

She kissed him eagerly, happy that he seemed content to at least ignore the mess of her face at the moment given what she was doing, and grinned up at him. "I believe helpless little me was worshiping you..." She leaned forward as her balance allowed, looking up at him coyly. "May I continue, or is there... another hole you'd like to see offered up..."

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Jonesy liked her tone, her direct manner, and if he were honest, everything about her. He'd been enamored watching her that night in the bar, but nothing compared to being on the receiving end of her attentions directly. And to think, she'd complimented him!

"Oh, I think we can go back to a bit of worship..." he grinned at her, more of a friendly smile, as he watched her resume her work. True to form, it did not take her long to have him back on edge. Jonesy addressed her between pleasure filled moans, "Get it good and wet---your mention of your other lovely holes reminded me I want to fuck your ass."

He gave her a few more moments, then reached town to tug her hair, pulling her off his cock. "God damn you're good," he chuckled, and leaned down to kiss her wet face. When lips parted he got off the couch and came around behind her, pushing the helplessly bound woman so she was bend over the couch, her legs bound, and the target he sought perfectly available. With one leg to either side of her, he crouched down, lining up his glistening shaft with her tightest hole.

He pressed the throbbing head against her puckered ass, more of a threat than an active invasion. "Beg me Vicky. Beg me to fuck your pretty ass."

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Vicky liked that she could be direct with him. Some of her clients looked for a more... demure image, a hint of reluctance in their conquest, and she was, naturally, able to provide that as well. But there was something freeing about simply being able to present who she was and have him be... excited by that. Not judging her for being essentially on offer, but rather reveling in it.

When he told her she could go back to worshiping him she did so gladly, drawing him once more into her mouth, bobbing her head eagerly, though she let out what sounded like a slightly nervous sound when he commented on the new objective of her work, and he might notice her tongue worked considerably more, the sounds coming from her mouth a little more wet until he pulled her off, smiling as he kissed her, his cock rather well lubricated.

Grunting as she was pushed over and positioned to his will, she took in a deep breath, bracing herself before she paused, feeling him wait right at the entry to her rear, letting out a soft groan of desire---and perhaps a little frustration, not at having to beg, but at not having the current object of her attention inside her.

"Please fuck me Master... please take me ass. Let me feel you stretch and fill me and know that every part of me is yours to do what you like with. S... show me my place, that I'm for your pleasure..." Like everything she did, at the very least Vicky sounded sincere.

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It was pretty damn hard to refuse an invitation like that... not that Jonesy had any intention, or given a single thought to NOT doing so. Hell, his cock pulsed and throbbed against her as she spoke, and no sooner was she done that he took a firm grip of the ropes over her back and rammed himself into her.

Jonesy fucked her hard, not letting up, and using both his weight, and his grip on her bound body to add to it all. He was grunting, the couch she was being pounded into was groaning, and the sounds she made only urged him on further. It was pure bliss... just having free reign to fuck the hell out of her helpless body. To mercilessly pound her tight ass without another care in the world.

Of course, that wasn't entirely true. Even as he blissfully slammed his cock into her tightest hole, as the lust clouded his brain over the mild pain of ramming his throbbing meat into her vice-like ass, he still had thoughts of her, and the way she begged... the way she offered herself up.

Since they'd had fun this morning in the shower, and her pretty butt might as well be a vise right she was so tight, he had a good while to fuck her before he came. In fact he had to adjust, planning himself balls deep inside her, he simply lifted her by the ropes higher up onto the couch so that she was braced against the back, and he could kneel on the cushion and get back to the amazing fucking.

In time though, even he had to relent to the pleasure her body offered, and grunts moved to caught breaths. One hand slipped from hauling her against him to grab the rope 'leash' he'd made, tugging on it gently, pulling her body back against his and he gasped and came deep inside her... riding out the bliss until he couldn't' any longer. Jonesy slouched against Vicky, pinning her there as he grinned and tried to catch his breath.

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The submissive beneath him groaned---not all of it in comfort---when he gripped the ropes that bound her and thrust inside her waiting rear end, suddenly full and stretched taut around him. Pressed to the couch, she freely groaned and cried out and squealed as he took her. There was a freedom to his movements that she was happy to feel---even if it was less comfortable for her. He was less careful with her, less delicate.

Like he owned her. Like her body was his for the taking.

She gasped as he buried himself deep inside her and pulled her up by the ropes, pressure on her body as he re-positioned her, his grip on her ''leash'' making her drive herself deeper onto him, crying out as he finally came in her rear. Pinned between him and the couch, and panting, she let out a satisfied groan.

"Master..."

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Even as Jonesy lay against her, she called him master, the game not over just because the more active parts had concluded. More, in that simple word, and the way she lay there, not at all resisting or complaining, he felt it was real for a moment. And maybe, for this week, it was.

With a groan of his own, he pulled his spent shaft from her ass, and rolled off her to sit on the couch. He pulled her with him, until Vicky was lying bound in his lap. Jonesy smiled down, leaning in to kiss her, as he just enjoyed holding her close.

Jonesy found himself caressing her hair as much as his hand roamed over her breasts or other more 'fun' areas. He really did just enjoy this moment, and was in no hurry to go anywhere else. Some might think he was wasting precious time---he could have her do anything, but instead he just wanted her here in his lap.

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Pinned beneath him, Vicky didn't complain as Jonesy rested there for a moment, hopefully savoring the feel of her body beneath him, letting out only a soft sigh as he pulled out of her, letting him pull her bound form into his lap, holding her close. She liked this---liked how much he clearly cared for her, how he touched her hair, her cheeks, as well as her breasts, enjoying the unhurried feeling of someone who---despite not being able to afford her---hadn't approached this with the desire to fit in as much as possible. Who had been willing to support and indulge and simply relax.

She smiled, turning her head slightly to nuzzle his thigh. "I trust that was worth the morning's anticipation?"

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Jonesy grinned down at her, and chuckled. "Um... yeah. But then, you're always worth a good deal of anticipation. If anyone tells you otherwise, their trying to con you into less than you are worth." He winked at her but made no move to get up. He really did just like sitting here, holding a beautiful and bound woman.

In no hurry, they were still sitting there on the couch when the phone rang. It was Carl, asking if if anything was needed before he headed over. Jonesy looked around and told his friend to grab the beers. As eh hung up it dawned on him that they'd just been sitting,relaxing (well, if she could relax bound up like that) for awhile.

"Um, I guess we'd best get in gear. We got about and hour before folks show up." With that he lifted Vicky up, slid out from under her and started to untie the ropes on her legs. Soon she was able to sit normally, between his legs as he worked the box tie off her upper body.

Jonesy was coiling the ropes up again, as he placed an order for food to be delivered. Wings and pizza... still a staple of poker nights throughout the ages. He left her to grab a shower or whatever she needed---maybe just time to herself before being the entertainment for a group of people. For himself he pulled on some nicer shorts and a blue polo. His home, he didn't have to where shoes... but still it was good to dress up a little when taking friends money.

Right on time, Tim rang the door, and Jonesy went to get it. "Welcome. Hey, grab a beer, Carl is bringing more, and can you get the door if others show up? We'll need another couple minutes." Dashing back to the spare room, he met Vicky. "So, let's get you all set up!" he grinned, obviously excited and eager.