Cafeteria-George
Now I was really hungry! I needed food and I needed sex, and I wasn't sure in which
order. A quick glance at my watch told me there wasn't enough time to eat, have Valerie
in my apartment, and return her to the kennels. I'd have to check her out for overnight. I
marched off to the cafeteria, pissed off at the world and Twenty-Three in particular.
Behind me I could hear faint moans as that bitch crested to another unwanted climax.
Valerie almost ran to keep up with my angry strides. A quick glance behind me showed
me she had grabbed her leash as it had swung back between her legs so she wouldn't trip
over it. "Smart slave", I said to myself. The silver chain had been pulled taught; running
down between her breasts, over her neatly curved belly, and disappearing into her pubic
hair and slit. I noticed a slight flush on her body; maybe she was getting turned on by the
chain. I'd check later.
We reached one of the 24 hour cafeterias scattered throughout the complex. I pointed to
a table and got on line. Since I'd kept the slave past feeding time it was my responsibility
to get her fed. I got a cheeseburger, fries and coffee for myself and a bowl of slave gruel
for Valerie. I'd noticed she was carrying a little extra weight for my taste so I got the
small bowl.
Seating myself, I put the bowl of vitamin packed gruel on the floor next to my chair.
Valerie, kneeling, facing me, said "Master, may I speak?" I nodded. "I can't eat with my
hands chained behind me." "Yes, you can, very easily!" I said. I reached over, grabbed
her hair, and forced her face into the bowl! "See how easy that was?" She sputtered and
coughed, but started to eat the gruel as fast as she could. I could see she was testing me to
see what she could get away with. She was finding out that she was going to follow my
desires, not hers; she was going to have to take her pleasure as I gave it to her. I turned
my attention to my plate as she licked the bowl clean.
When she finished she knelt erect. She tried to lick her face clean with her tongue but
there remained traces of gruel. I reached down, scraped it off her face and held my hand
in front of her. She gently licked my fingers, pulling each one into her mouth and
caressing it with her tongue. Perhaps it was unconscious or perhaps not, but I noticed
slight movements of the leash. She was alternately increasing and decreasing the tension
on it from behind, rubbing its links gently across her clitoris. Her respiration rate
increased, and the rings in her nipples stood further away from her breasts. Her skin was
developing a rosy flush, and I knew she was soon going to loose control and climax
without permission.
The Cafeteria-Valerie
I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since I'd been
satisfied that almost any stimulus got to me. I licked my master's fingers as sensuously as
I knew how. I was aware of a growing heat between my legs; my nipples ached! I could
feel myself lubricating; the leash chain now slid smoothly over my clit. I wished I could
stop myself for when I climaxed I would be in serious trouble! This master had
repeatedly demonstrated that he wasn't going to be weak even if he was occasionally kind.
"Please, Please, Master", I begged, "Show me mercy". I was whimpering now, almost
totally oblivious to the world. I tried to press my face into his hand; I leaned forward to
rub my breast against his leg. I didn't care that other masters had stopped eating and were
watching me and grinning. My master reached down and rolled my nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. The sensation was exquisite! He put his finger in the ring and
tugged! I leaned back slightly. I climaxed! Oblivious to everything, I moaned, fell over
on my side, and fainted.
The Cafeteria-Valerie
I awoke to sound and feel of the crop smacking into my thigh. My master was still
seated, a slight grin in his face, as he marched the stripes across my skin. I scrambled to
the erect kneeling position. As I forced my knees wide I could feel cooling as my juices
dried. My sweat matted hair hung across my face, obscuring my vision but I didn't dare
break position. My fists were clenched tight, my nails biting into my palms. Dread filled
me. How would he react? Would I be sent to join Twenty-Three in the Discipline room?
Would he be disgusted or angry at my lack of control? My breathing slowed, my heart
stopped pounding. I was suspended in timelessness waiting for my master’s decision.
The Apartment-George
I hauled her to her feet by her hair. Enough was enough. It was past time to get to bed. I
motioned her to proceed me. I used the crop to guide her through the corridors. As we
walked I admired the back view. Her ass was well rounded and firm, with a noticeable
but not exaggerated wriggle to its motion. The stripes I had given her before were a vivid
red against milky white.
Once in my apartment I crossed to the terminal. I had to tell the central inventory
computer I was keeping her overnight otherwise the shortage in the kennels would soon
activate the electronics in her collar. Logging on, I called up the inventory screen.
Punching in "Valerie" brought up her file. At least the administration had done
something right! The system made sure there was a unique name for each slave in the
complex. When a slave was out-processed her records were transferred to her new owner
and copies were filed in the archives and deleted from the working system, freeing up her
name for use again.
I keyed in my id in the location blank and scrolled through her file. Added to inventory 6
months ago, Blah, blah, height 1.7 meters inches, weight 68.5 kilos. Ah, she was
overweight when taken. The exercise had done her a lot of good. Blue eyes, brown hair,
blah, blah. I scrolled through a mess of medical data that seemed to indicate she was in
good health. Oh, yes! Here were the pictures taken of her during her addition to the
inventory. "Up", I commanded. The first picture was full front. I pointed to a spot just in
front of me. I turned her around and released the wrist cuffs. "Standing Inspection,
facing me", I ordered, She turned, spread her legs about two feet apart and clasped her
hands at the back of her neck. "Get that gut in and chest out!" I reinforced the order with
a slap on her belly. Comparing her to the pix on the screen, I could see a definite
improvement! I stood and ran my hands up and down her legs. She was reasonably firm.
I didn't like the hyper-athletic type some trainers turned out. There should be enough
padding to provide comfort.
I was beat. Snapping off the terminal, I stood and stripped. I was sweaty and so was the
slave but I was too tired to care. I led her to the bed, snapping her leash to the ring at the
side of the headboard. When I picked up the cuffs she dropped her hands and placed
them behind her back. I secured them there. I climbed into bed and lay on my back.
"Climb aboard" I said, tugging on the leash. She very carefully climbed onto the bed and
inched her way toward me on her knees. She parted them and raised her body as she
straddled my legs. "Come on, I don't have all night!" I said. She straddled my cock and
carefully lowered herself on it. She rocked back and forth in small movements, trying to
find the right angle for penetration. I could feel her lubricating as she worked my cock
into her pussy. Marvelous, I thought, a high sex drive!
I reached up and took a nipple ring in each hand. I paced her movements with the rings;
they left no doubt as to the speed and magnitude I wanted. When I was ready to cum I
pulled her off me. Grabbing her by her long hair, I shoved my throbbing cock into her
mouth. She used her tongue and lips frantically. Her hips were involuntarily thrusting
her pussy against my thigh and soft whimpers of need escaped around my shaft. I
couldn't hold back any longer and came. She swallowed as she had been trained to do.
When she had cleaned all the cum off my cock I pulled her off me and shoved her to the
floor. She hadn't climaxed yet but that wasn't my problem. Besides, a night of frustration
would make her eager to obey me tomorrow.
Having seen how sneaky she could be in attaining orgasm in the cafeteria, I took
precautions. I removed the wrist cuffs. "On your back" I ordered. From the closet I took
a medium spreader bar and locked her ankles in the cuffs. I clipped a yoke bar to the
back of her collar and locked her wrists at each end of the bar. That kept her hands away
from her pussy and the spreader bar would keep her from rubbing her legs together. A
long bar running from the center of the spreader bar to the front of the collar kept her
stretched out. She probably would try to use her hips to rub against this bar but there was
no way to get good contact. Rummaging in a drawer, I found three bells. I clipped them
to her nipple rings and nose ring. "If you wake me you will spend an hour with your
collar activated at 50%", I told her. She gave a reflex shudder at the thought, chiming an
incongruously cheerful note. I tossed a wool blanket over her and climbed back into my
own bed.
She was proving to be quite a treat. Tomorrow was my day off and I had promised
myself a new two wheeled run-about sulky. If I found one I liked I'd see how she did
pulling it around town. Sleep came suddenly.
The Floor-Valerie
The floor was hard, and would no doubt get harder during the night. I held myself rigidly
motionless for I knew the master was waiting for the slightest sound from the bells or the
restraints. The room was pitch black, all I could see were the flashes my own brain
produced. I held my breath, trying to hear if my master's respiration changed into a
slower sleep pattern. All I could hear was the sigh of cool air from the vent. I was
getting cold; the blanket had slipped mostly off when he tossed it over me and I hadn't
dared to say anything.
I made another vow to be obedient. The orgasm in the cafeteria was wrong for me to
have, no one had given me permission to climax. But sometimes the need is so strong,
the stimuli so compelling. I remembered the feel of the leash chain rubbing on my clit,
the way it changed from rough to smooth as my pussy lubricated it. I remembered the
electric-like shock when my master pulled on my nipple ring. Damn! It was happening
again! I cursed the hormones that kept me aroused. I made my mind blank. It helped
somewhat.
I could feel the crop marks burning on my ass and thighs. I hadn't collected this many in
one day since early in my captivity. The cool air had hardened and lengthened my
nipples; I felt the tug of the bells as a continuous series of little shocks. The bar between
my collar ring and the spreader bar separating my legs pressed down between my breasts
and on my belly. It was short enough so my knees were bent , opening my pussy lips to
the air. The master had taken his pleasure quickly and vigorously tonight; I could feel a
slight burning sensation. I licked my lips, enjoying the salty taste of his semen.
Fear! My tongue had hit the bell clipped to my nose ring! The tinkle sounded louder than
the crash of cymbals. I held my breath, feeling my heart race and pound.
I waited in terror for my master to punish me. An hour of collar discipline at 50% was
horrible; there was no way to survive it but I knew if it happened I would survive. I had
survived it before; I knew it would leave me a whimpering animal cowering on the floor.
He hadn't heard it, he was asleep! I broke out into a cold sweat with relief. The danger
had aroused me again. My nipples were hard knots of muscle pointing rigidly upwards. I
could feel the chill as my pussy juices flowed. I pulled in my belly as much as I could.
The rod just barely touched my pussy lips. I carefully, slowly, pushed my hips up. There
was a little more contact. It could be done; I could have another orgasm even here,
fastened securely next to a master's bed. But what if the bells rang? Could I control my
muscles at the moment of climax? I was too afraid!
When morning came I was still wide awake, seething with frustration, inhibited with fear.
The alarm went off. My master hit the off button and rolled over. I waited, naked and
spread, on the floor. When the second alarm sounded he groaned and sat up. He got out
of bed, stepped over me, and went to the bathroom. I could here the shower water
running and the flush of the toilet. I wished I had access to both, my bladder was full and
I stank of my own sweat and stale semen. His shower seemed to take forever but finally
he came out.
He reached down, grabbed the bar, and lifted me easily to my feet. "Go clean yourself
up" he ordered as he unlocked the various restraints. "Put the bells back on when you are
finished" he ordered, "Hurry, we've got a lot to do today".
I obeyed.
