Submissive Sex Slave Chapter 5: Steve

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After the first night with Scarlet and Roberta together, things happened at a fairly quick pace.  I showered Scarlet with gifts.  Dresses, perfume and a few pieces of exquisite jewellery. I sent her silk stockings and suspenders.  I instructed her what to wear and when to come over. She was compliant, always ready for Candy, always looking sexy and always wanting to fuck me.

Her favourite thing was coming into my bedroom, walking towards me, slowly taking off her dress revealing her magnificent body underneath, stroking her own skin, touching her nipples, and always wearing just the one diamond necklace that I had sent her.

She drove me wild with her raw, naked beauty.  And her innocence. And her eagerness to learn new things.

With the help of Roberta, Scarlet slowly learned about BDSM.  I would do things to Roberta while Scarlet watched.  If I tied Roberta’s wrists together, Scarlet would ask me to do it to her too.  If I tied Roberta’s ankles, Scarlet wanted hers tied up too.  She watched while I fucked Roberta, sometimes playing with herself while she watched, sometimes joining in.  And when it was her turn, she begged to be fucked by me, then by Roberta, then by me again, and then by both of us.

She was a quick learner.  And brave. And willing. She masturbated in front of both of us.  She took great pleasure in our bodies and also in her own.  I would pass her sex toys.  ‘Try this one, ‘ I would say.  ‘Try that one,’I would say. She would try them, no problem.

Sometimes she and Roberta would lie together and masturbate next to each other while I watched.  Those moments, oh my gosh, those moments.

In the beginning, I was gentle with Scarlet. And then, we started off with a little whipping.  I loved watching her ass go from white to streaky red.  I never tied the rope too tight.  In fact, she could have slipped out of if she chose to but she never chose to.  She enjoyed being blindfolded and she even started blindfolding me. The handcuffs I used on her were not hard metal but rather fluff and feathers.  I would fuck her while she wore a feather boa around her neck and was handcuffed to the bed.  She would cry out for more, always for more.

I always gave her more.

We had been doing this for a few weeks when one evening, while alone, I finally made the suggestion.

‘Scarlet.  Are you ready for something else?  I have a special room.  It is downstairs and totally private.  And safe. I would love to show it to you.  I think you’re ready.’

‘I’ve been waiting for you to show it to me,’ she replied.  ‘I’m definitely ready. Roberta has told me all about it. Can we go now?’

I took her by the hand, kissed her on the neck, breathed in her beautiful perfume, stroked her, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, her tummy and round to her ass.  I did not touch her cunt. 

That could wait, I thought, until she was begging me.

I led her down the one flight of stairs.  Candy, Roberta and Mia were all standing there in attendance. 

‘Let us know if you need anything,’ Roberta said. I think she winked at Scarlet.

‘Indeed,’ I replied, leading Scarlet down the second flight of stairs.  And then down another.  And then one more.

We reached the passage and to the large dark door.  I punched in the code, guided Scarlet by the waist and we walked inside.  I could hear her breathing, slowly.  I could also see her nipples, straining through her dress.  I could smell her. She was turned on, just by thinking about what was inside.

‘If you feel more comfortable I can call Roberta,’ I told her.  ‘Or, I can show you around.  And you can tell me what may appeal to your, uh, your senses…’

Scarlet was walking around the room.  It was dark but slowly her eyes adjusted.  I could see her, eyes wide open, taking everything in.  The huge bed, a bondage bed, with various hooks and handles on the headboard and on the ceiling.  The bondage belts and bondage tape.  I saw her, pick up a bondage hood, then place it down again.  She looked at the harnesses, the suspension cuffs and the nipple clamps.

And then she looked at me.

‘I do not want you to use the nipple clamps,’ she said.  ‘But I do want you to squeeze my nipples.  Hard.  I like the feel of your hands.’

‘Any other instructions?’ I asked her, playfully.

‘I do not  think I can wear any of those masks either.  They frighten me.  But right now, right this minute, I think I would like it if we were on that bed.  If you were using one of those whips.  If you were above me, naked, but not quite touching me.  If I could smell you, if I could sense you coming close to me, if I could…’

I could not wait any longer.  I grabbed her by the dress. I tore it and  literally ripped it right off her body.  She had nothing underneath.  No bra, no panties.  Just her beauty, her nipples upright, begging to be touched, her cunt glistening with moisture.

We kissed.  Hard.  And then I grabbed her hands, put them behind her back and tied them together.  Tight.  I lifted her on the bed, placed her on her stomach and spread eagled her legs.  One leg to one bedpost and the other leg to the other bedpost.

‘Are you sure you won’t wear a mask?’ I asked, hopefully.

But I did not wait for an answer.  I would not  use those masks is she did not want me to. Instead I tied a silk scarf around her eyes.  She could not see a thing.  But she could smell. And she could feel. 

My cock was ready.  And by her moans and the way she arched her back, she was ready too.  But, no.  We had work to do.  I whipped her.  I whipped her hard.  She cried out each time but then asked for more.  I turned her over.  I bit her nipples.  Not too hard but definitely not too softly either. 

I used my cock to tease her.  She could feel it, all over her body, she cried out for it, but no. Not yet. I was not quite ready yet.

I lit a candle. Two candles.  Hot. And then, without giving her any warning, I dripped a little wax on her stomach.  Hot wax.

She cried out and reached out to touch her stomach but could not;  her hands were tied behind her back.  I knew it was sore but not that sore. 

‘It is not at all dangerous’, I reassured her.  You are not going to get burned.  There will be no scars.  It is  special wax, hot wax, sexy wax.  You can tell me if you want more.’

‘I want more.’  She did not hesitate.  That was what I loved about fucking Scarlet.

And slowly, I dripped hot wax over her body.  From her chest,  over her tits, on her nipples, down her stomach, in her belly, and then slowly to her thighs, a drip here, a drip there, a drip here….

Finally, on her cunt.  In her pubic hair. And on her clit.

Her cunt was dripping. Soaking fucking dripping wet.

And I was ready.

I plunged inside of her.  She cried for me to release her arms and legs.  But I could not do it,  I kept pounding at her, inside of her.  And she kept coming, uncontrollable long heavy orgasms, orgasms that she told me afterwards were so powerful, she had never experienced anything like them before.

And when she had come, over and over, and when I had finally come too, I untied her.  I bathed her body with cool soapy water.  I kissed her gently on her eyes, her neck and her shoulders.  I helped her get back into her shredded dress and we left the room, walked up the stairs and fell into my bed together.

Sleep.  A perfect sleep deep.  Together.  After doing the things I had wanted.  Or at least, most of them.

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