A Sanctuary of One
Chapter 15 And Nothing You Say Will Have Any Effect
Slave-Julie was carefully licking the left foot of her mistress, who was reclining on one of the couches. She was showing her gratitude, for being allowed more than twenty minutes to look at and respond to the pictures and messages sent from her children and parents. They were clearly having a blast on their trip, and in fact had spent longer in Scotland than planned and were looking to stretch the holiday another few days.
“Look at how Abigail sits this small horse,” Julie’s mother-in-law had commented. Abigail, who had fallen in love with the horse and the Scottish farm, apparently was insisting she would not leave the place unless ‘her horse’ came too.
“Don’t worry,” Julie’s mom had chimed in (apparently the messages were always group efforts) “we’ll think of something.” Julie had smiled and wiped away a tear as she sent her reply, and now she was back to serving her mistress.
“So, you are grateful, my slave?” Her mistress asked in that warm voice that seemed to caress her.
“Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you for allowing me to catch up on my family’s trip,” she murmured from the carpet.
Courtney smiled, pulling on the leash and bringing Julie’s face up into her crotch. She buried both hands in her slave’s thick, curling hair and humped her sex on the active tongue that was exploring her tight labia’s folds and creases.
After about ten minutes, she relaxed her grip and said quietly, “I’m going to have Mistress Gena in charge of you for this evening. I’m going out to see Miss Hannah. Oh, and Mistress Claire is coming by later, so you’ll be a busy slave.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Julie murmured, before pressing her lips gently but firmly down on Courtney’s lump of a clitoris.
Danielle regarded the message from Jason with a look of distaste, as if confronted by a loathsome smell; she had not seen him (or the other asshole) since Sunday, but he had sent her several degrading messages, including some pictures from her weekend abuse; she had cooperated by replying as directed; agreeing by text that she was a slut, that she needed to be ‘fucked hard’, that she enjoyed being used by them, etcetera. The usual male porn fantasy, she pondered, making a face.
Today’s text was disturbing in that it directed her to Jason’s place this Friday evening. The message sent chills down her spine again, and she looked around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction.
No one had, it appeared.
Courtney had found the taxi driver, Gretchen, and now, at five-forty-five she was being taken by her to Bushwick. “You remember Hannah?” Courtney asked from the back.
“Tall, dark woman, kinda Arab-like, good-looking?” The blonde woman replied.
“Yes, that’s her. We’re going to her place.”
“Right. Thought I’d recognized the address; been a few weeks since I seen her tho’,” she related.
“She, um, Hannah, wants you to come up with me,” Courtney said, feeling a rush; clearly Hannah had something planned.
Gretchen locked eyes with Courtney through the rear-view mirror; she smiled. “Sounds good,” and she gave a thumbs up.
At a few minutes to six, Gena stood to answer the intercom, and in three minutes, Claire Butler was
coming into the room. Slave-Julie was kneeling on the floor; her hands were tied together and she held them over her head, palms together in an Egyptian-like stance. Rather than a breast harness, Mistress Gena had bound cream-colored cord tightly around each breast, and even though it had only been a few minutes, the bulging brown flesh was turning a reddish-purple color beneath the coffee-tones.
“Ah, I see our whore is ready.” Claire noted, feeling that rise of power. It surprised her that she enjoyed punishing this woman; see seemed like a nice enough lady; but it simply was because of who she was married to; mostly.
“Yes, her mistress is out and we have the evening to enjoy ourselves with her. I think she needs to know her place.”
“Very good,” Claire smiled, removing an old table tennis paddle and a wide hairbrush from her bag.
Gretchen parked her cab and she and Courtney proceeded up the stairs, with Gretchen casting a glance at Courtney’s thin dress and smiling.
They entered, greeted by an also smiling Hannah, who also commented that it had been awhile since she’d seen Gretchen. They were now in Hannah’s modest living room and Courtney was ordered to strip, put on her collar and kneel. “Do you have a few minutes?” Hannah asked.
“A few, Mistress Hannah I’m guessing. What did you have in mind?”
“Courtney’s my slave tonight. I thought for your, uh, tip she could go down on you. I know you like playing both sides and I remember you’re good with DATY.”
Both women chuckled, then Gretchen settled into an armchair and Courtney kissed the black loafers the woman was wearing, before Gretchen stood and slid her jeans down and off, then the thong, revealing a curling mass of reddish, blonde curls. “Come to Mama,” Gretchen smiled, grasping a handful of red hair and bringing Courtney’s face into her ‘Y’. “Dine away, Slave-girl. I have actually fantasized on this,” she smiled, leaning back in the chair.
Dr. White carefully placed his paper napkin over the remains of his meal, then took his tray to the side counter and sorted everything into its proper place. The meal, at the campus cafeteria, had been mediocre as expected; the coffee, which he now refilled his cup with, was watery, but still he was enjoying this; some time on his own.
Back at his table he scrolled though the collection of pictures sent from ‘the adventure’; he’d need to start transferring them to his computer, there were so many. The kids looked to be having the time of their lives, doted on by two sets of grandparents. That was fantastic, but also great for him, to just be by himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he could just sit alone and not have to be in contact with someone or responsible for someone or needed by someone.
He pondered on relationships as he sat. He definitely enjoyed Claire, enjoyed being with her very much, in every aspect of the word. What to do, what to do? She was staying at ‘a girlfriend’s’ place tonight, so he would be sleeping alone. He was okay with that, more than okay, really. Having a bed totally to yourself was kind of a luxury as a parent.
He thought of Julie; he still cared for her, deeply; yet he was quite okay with her relationship with this young woman, surprising as that was. But he had been okay with her affairs, actually, all of which he knew of. He sipped his lukewarm coffee and smiled.
He was a lucky man, he pondered.
Hannah raised her hips, allowing her slave to breathe. Courtney sucked in air before Hannah pulled off the nipple clips and applied her warm mouth to the rigid,
pink stubs as blood flowed back into them, causing both pain and pleasure and a cry of release from Courtney.
Mistress Hannah had tied her slave to her bed, something Courtney would have fought frantically not that long ago. But the skillful dominant had teased and manoeuvered her slave to a place where pleasure, and not her past, was foremost in her mind. At this moment, Courtney could feel another orgasm near, and she wanted it. She had managed to lose herself in her servitude; Hannah had eased her in like a hand into a glove. She had directed Courtney to concentrate on her desire, like a missile honing to its target.
And unlike Courtney, who simply accepted the devotion of people who wished to please her, because they wanted to be part of this beautiful woman’s life, both Hannah and Gena were skilled in observing. They clearly liked their own pleasure, no doubt, but they were keen at monitoring their submissive’s experience, as well.
If Hannah were a more sympathetic person in general, her slaves would most likely have stayed, as she was very effective at making them feel very, very good. But her demands, her hard personality, eventually drove them away.
For today, however; for this moment, Courtney-slave was completely immersed, swallowed up by what she felt and what she wanted, which right now was to please her mistress and earn her reward; a circle within a circle.
Gena, Claire and Slave-Julie were lying together on Courtney’s bed; Claire and Gena against each other, their slave with her face against the triangle of dark hair sitting just above Gena’s furrow and puffy labia. All three were relaxed and content; two hours of satisfying sex will do that.
There had of course also been the spanking and the humiliation of the one by the other two. That had been satisfying as well; with the slave tied to the standing frame and gagged, Claire had used the hair brush and paddle vigorously. When the slave was finally released she admitted that she that was disgusting, she was scum, dirt and only worthy of licking other women’s feet or their asses.
It had been fantastic, and Claire had felt the ecstasy of power at the end of the session, when she had the wife of her love on her knees, mouth open, before she spat into it, then murmured “You’re very welcome, Slave.”
She could understand desire, she had desired Dr. White long before that desire was satisfied, but she could not understand this; this acceptance of humiliation; this degradation.
And it did something, within her. Claire wanted to abuse Julie White (she did enjoy the lesbian sex); having power over this particular woman was what made…things, so wonderful. What to do next? That was the question.
Gena had suggested installing a camera in the White’s bedroom, so that the slave could be forced to watch the love-making.
“You could do that?” Claire had asked, greatly excited by the idea.
“You bet,” Gena had winked, and had actually called someone she knew about it right then.
“We still need to find a way to have the slave suck Chris’s cum from me.”
Gena had smiled and nodded.
“Hey, Jase, so I’m good for Friday. I can get there for six-thirty.”
“That works. I got some steaks. Let’s have a bbq and enjoy our ‘Mexican’,” Jason laughed.
“Yeah, I like that. You know, uh, I invited Denise, hey? She agreed ‘cuz she thinks I’m gonna sign some docs or shit. She’ll have a little surprise,” Kyle
chuckled darkly. “I’ve still got some ‘R’, I’ll slip half a tab in her wine and then we’ll have some fun.”
Jason laughed too. “Don’t take this wrong, Dude, but I always wanted to bang Denise.”
Kyle laughed at that, “Doesn’t surprise me, ya’ horny fucker. Well, Friday you can bang her like a rapper, you know, if things go as planned.”
They both laughed.
Slave-Julie was now lying again inside the folding cage in Courtney’s room, her hands tied loosely in front. Gena and Claire, night time preparations finished, lay together again, now in Gena’s large bed. “This is nice,” Claire murmured as they were lightly stroking each other as they lay closely, in spite of the warmth of the day now passed.
“You haven’t been with women much, hmmmm?” Gena murmured back.
“Ummmm, not until this year, if you can believe that. Got married young and had a baby and got a job. Had, well, still have, an asshole of a husband who thought he owned me, so I didn’t do much else but work and then go home and uh, work, if you understand.”
Gena chuckled. It was not her experience, but she certainly understood. “And this whole slave-thing is new, right?”
Claire snorted, “I’ll say. My God, if my high school pals could see me slappin’ our slave’s ass, well, I don’t know…”
Gena chuckled again and fondled one of Claire’s hefty breasts. “It must be weird, what’s happenin’ with your boss and his wife. You’re sleepin’ with him and givin’ it to her?”
“Just blows my mind, Miss Gena,” Claire said, grinning. “I’m surprised at myself, what I want to do to the poor woman.”
Gena gently tugged a large, pink nipple and Claire moaned softly. “Yeah, I noticed that,” she smiled. “But I think it’s what the bitch needs,” Gena added, speaking like a dominant, without rancor.
“I don’t get it,” Claire said quietly, “Why someone wants to be abused…”
“Yeah…” Gena said quietly, before she moved down and sucked first one breast, then the other, before kissing gently up Claire’s throat to her mouth, where they both kissed hungrily, Claire’s hand moving down between Gena’s thighs, before separating, “…different strokes for different folks, for sure. Anything you sorta have in your kink bag that you’d like to do to her?” Gena asked.
“Really? Claire asked, wondering again at this whole ‘scene’.
“Yeah, sure. The woman needs usin’; Miss Courtney’s too careful or somethin’. Julie-slave slut needs a shoe on the back of her neck as she licks the floor, but Courts doesn’t seem to get that. Our slave’ll get tired of sweet Courtney before long, my opinion.”
“Hmmm, that’s interesting,” Claire stated. “Well, I’d like to, um, pee on her,” she said quietly.
Gena laughed, “That’s the sprit. But it’s piss.”
“Piss on her. We’ll piss on her tomorrow, both of us. Little girls pee, we piss.”
“Oh, God. This is nuts.” Claire chuckled. “But I love it.”
Mistress Hannah had allowed her slave to sleep with her in her bed, on the condition that her wrists were bound. Courtney had accepted that, and the two lay together now, spooning, with Courtney’s hips against Hannah’s pelvis.
“Admit it, you like this,” Hannah said into Courtney’s hair.
Courtney responded by pushing her hips against her mistress. “I like lots of things; I just don’t know what I want.” Courtney murmured.
Hannah reached up and gently grasped her partner’s naked breast. “I don’t believe you; I think you know exactly what you want; you just won’t admit it.”
After a few moments, Courtney replied, “What do you want, Mistress Hannah?” moving her hips as Hannah fondled her now erect nipple.
Hannah snuffed and squeezed the nipple a little harder, but Courtney did not object tonight; the relationship had changed. Tonight Hannah had spanked Courtney more than before, reddening her ass quite nicely. She had placed strong clamps on Courtney’s nipples and labia and had brought her to climax using pleasure and pain. “You like me punishing you now, don’t you?”
Courtney lay, feeling the heat spread though her; had she lied to herself all these years? There was no point in lying now, Gena was right; she needed to be honest. “Yes,” she said, choking slightly.
When she tried to turn over to face Hannah, the woman stopped her, saying, “Stay on your side, Slave; don’t move.” Hannah climbed out of the bed and Courtney heard a drawer open and then Hannah was busy with something. In a moment, the bed sagged as the larger woman crawled back in. Courtney then jerked slightly as Hannah’s fingers were against her labia, spreading some lotion.
In a moment, Courtney felt the head of a dildo begin to enter her from behind and she tried to move, but Hannah reached around and held her, “Stay; be still, stay.” The strap-on phallus entered easily, and in a moment Hannah was pumping systematically, and Courtney was arching her back to accept the intrusion.
Hannah kissed the side of Courtney’s face and pulled aggressively on the nipple, “Say it.” Hannah commanded, but Courtney simply grunted with the thrusts, “Say it, Slave. Say fuck me, Mistress. Say it…”
Hannah pulled back and held, with Courtney’s panting mixed now with sobs. Then Hannah began to gently rock, the phallus sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. “F-fuck.” Courtney said, “Oh God, oh God oh God, mmmmmmmm, oh please, please, please. Please fuck me. Please. Please fucking fuck me, Mistress. Oh Fuck! Unnnnnnggg…”
Hannah began now to pound with urgency, and in a few moments Courtney cried out, a long, undulating cry of pleasure, legs quivering.
And then they both lay still, breathing hard, tears slowly sliding down Courtney’s face as she kissed the hands of her mistress, the rubber cock still embedded within her.
As the jet banked, Angel commented to Abigail sitting in the window seat. “That’s Paris, my little love.”
“Yeah,” Abigail murmured, not ready to be happy.
Angel considered, then decided to speak, “You know, your grans have said we’re going back to Scotland, and the farm, before we go home.”
The decision was a secret, but Angel could hold it no longer, the little girl’s stubborn unhappiness too hard to take. “I can see Star-shine again,” Abigail exclaimed, a big smile now on her pretty face.
“You mean, um, Charlie?” Angel asked.
“Charlie’s a stupid name,” Abigail said without emotion, “I call her Star-Shine.”
Angel sat and watched as the city grew with their descent, “You know, um, Star-Shine is a boy horse, hmmmm?” She said quietly.
“Phifff,” Abigail replied, as if this meant nothing. “I think she’s a princess horse,” she said with finality.
Angel nodded and squeezed the girl’s hand. She knew who was a princess.
Slave-Julie knelt in the shower; she had not even been allowed to use the toilet yet this morning, her mistresses telling her they wished to do something with her first. Claire stepped into the shower and squatted slightly, then, after a tentative couple of squirts, began sending a stream of urine onto the breasts of the kneeling slave. After gauging her aim, Claire moved the stream upwards until it was striking Slave-Julie’s throat.
Feeling her ‘reservoir’ emptying, Claire said, “Open your filthy mouth, Whore.”
Closing her eyes, Slave-Julie obeyed, and the last of Claire’s morning piss went into her mouth. She held it, waiting for commands. “You may spit it out, Whore.” After her slave and obeyed, Mistress Claire pulled the kneeling figure forward and used the woman’s face to wipe herself with, ending by spitting on it.
“Stay where you are, Bitch and open your mouth,” Gena commanded, as Claire stepped out and she stepped in. Squatting close to the kneeling form, Gena directed her stream also onto the breasts, and then into the mouth, with the urine flowing down the sides of Slave-Julie’s face. Gena did not command her slave to spit anything out before she too used the face to clean herself.
Julie however did not swallow the odorous liquid, but let it dribble out as she cleaned off the inner and outer lips of her mistress’s sex. Gena had her slave remain kneeling for a few moments before she turned on the water. After Slave-Julie had washed herself, Claire stepped back in and the slave then worked industriously to scrub down both the women.
She was then allowed to squat in the shower and urinate, as her mistresses watched, commenting on how disgusting and worthless she was, Gena with that same curious smile on her face and Claire, with a look of triumph.
And Gena had arranged to have three cameras installed in the White’s home. It would not be hard as Claire now had her own key.
With the accuracy of an experienced hand, Mistress Hannah brought the strap down smartly on her slave’s sex, raised invitingly, as a pillow lay under the woman’s hips; her legs were spread wide and bound as were her wrists. A ball gag muffled slightly the cry, but the clear slap of leather on skin brought a smile to the dominant’s face.
Since the break-through last night, Hannah did not intend to let this development recede at all. After tying her slave down, she had pushed a vibrating egg into the wet vaginal hole, before pressing a small, black butt plug into the objecting, tight anus. Her slave’s day with her would end at six, and she planned to use her time well; all of it.
Mistress Hannah regarded her work with a smile; Courtney’s labia, so much thinner and tighter than her own, were now swollen and red, begging for more abuse. She grabbed them roughly and twisted the flesh back and forth as her slave rolled and moaned. She bent forward and gently sucked the puffy flesh, before aggressively tonguing the bump of the clit, now also engorged with blood. Her slave moaned and raised her hips up and down.
“Hmmmm, what does my sweet bitch want, hey?” Hannah asked sliding up to stroke her slave’s face and kiss around the gagged mouth. “Does my slave wish to be fucked?” Hannah asked, licking Courtney’s face from her chin to her forehead.
Courtney nodded her blind-folded head and made affirmative noises, which made Hannah chuckle. She pulled the ball-gag from the lovely mouth, asking, “What do you want, Slave.”
“Ohhh, ummmmm, oh Jesus…Jesus, Jesus…” Courtney moaned.
“Tell me, Slave. You need to beg; you know that. Slaves beg for their pleasure.”
“Oh please, please Mistress. Please fuck me. Unnnnggg, oh fuck, please…”
Hannah undid the straps and removed the egg and the blind-fold, “On your knees, horny bitch.” Courtney slid off the bed and got on all fours, then followed her mistress into the living room. “Crawl to that desk,” Hannah commanded, pointing to the corner.
Courtney crawled there, her buttocks making a compelling picture as she moved sinuously across the hardwood floor. “In the bottom drawer,” Hannah directed, and Courtney soon retrieved a strap-on harness complete with a dildo, already fastened in place.
“Put it in your mouth and bring it to me, Slave.”
Courtney did as commanded and soon was placing the rig at her mistress’s feet. Hannah pulled her robe apart and spread her long legs. “Prepare me, Slut.”
Courtney licked the thick labia and then within, with devotion, spreading the fleshy folds open to find the inner pink. Hannah then had her suck the plastic stub that she then slid inside herself, before buckling up the harness. Next she had Courtney lick and suck the phallus proper. This particular rig featured a very realistic looking penis complete with a scrotum.
“Good, Slut, you are almost worthy of this. Turn with your ass facing me. Good, now reach back and spread that pussy. Good, you really do want to be entered. I like seeing that butt plug in there, too. Good. Keep that pussy spread wide,” Hannah continued as she knelt and nudged the head of the plastic penis into the, once again, wet hole; there was no need for any lotion.
“Brace yourself, Bitch,” Hannah commanded as Courtney planted her hands on the floor and Hannah began to pound the lovely ass before her with her muscular abdomen. Grabbing a handful of red hair, she arched Courtney back. “Say it, Bitch. Say it.”
Between grunts, Courtney managed to get the words out, words she never imagined herself ever saying. “Fuck me. Unggh, mmm. F-fuck me, ohhh, fuck. Unnng, ung, mmmm, Fuck m-m-me, ohhhh…”
(End of Chapter 15)