Chapter 7

 

Sierra never lost consciousness but she was dazed and helpless as Jones dragged her over a short distance. When she came back fully to herself she sat up and bumped her head on something. The underside of the long dining room table. He’d placed her under the table and she was surrounded by chair legs and a pair of sitting human legs that appeared like they belong to Jones.

As she tried to get her legs under her bare and terribly sore ass she heard heavy clinks. She looked and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the massive iron shackles on her right ankle. Fat chain links snaked from it to wrap around the base of a round support pole for the massive dining room table. The pole was made of stone and it was actually sunk into the dining room floor. Sierra realized with a pang of despair that she would not be leaving this spot until or unless Jones or a rescuer freed her.

My God, she thought, how’d I get into this?

“The slave girl will now clean her Master’s cock with her mouth. ”

Yep, those legs belonged to Jones. That was his voice. She looked around under the table for half a heartbeat before realizing that when he said “slave girl” he was talking to her.

The nerve of this guy!Just because he was her boss and controlled her professional career… just because they’d had sex… and he’d given her three orgasms… that just happened to be the best orgasms of her life… and just because he had her shackled in place… and just because she’d promised to suck his dirty cock clean… he actually expected her to do it!

Sierra shuffled her knees forward and kept her head low to avoid bumping it again on the underside of the table. Dr. Jones’ penis looked damp but it didn’t really look dirty. Still, it had just been up her ass!No, she couldn’t possibly do what he asked.

“Look, Dr. Jones --”

“Slaves speak only when spoken to and they address their Master as Master. ”

Sierra clamped her mouth closed and was very still. She didn’t know what to do.

“Each passing second adds one stroke of the cane to a near future punishment. Take your time. I enjoy caning slaves. But, in fairness, I must tell you that if a full minute passes instead of a cane I’ll use a whip. ”

The slave Sierra jerked in alarm. The “Master” would actually whip her!She couldn’t take something like that. She didn’t see how any slave could. She saw clearly now that what she could do was take his moist cock into her humid mouth. Could, would, and did.

The damn thing did taste like ass, especially as it hardened and stretched revealing new surfaces to lick, suck, and kiss. She wondered if she could get him to come again. Maybe the taste of semen would wash away the taste of ass in her mouth. The thought caused her flat tummy to feel hunger though she guessed the hunger must be more mental than physical since it wasn’t that long since lunch.

The whole situation was amazing for her. Pain still radiated from her ass and apparently now she was scheduled to get another caning. How many seconds had she delayed? It depended on when he started counting. Could be as few as five or as many as twenty. The thought of another caning was a little scary but aroused some curiosity -- she hoped the only arousal she felt was that of curiosity -- as well. How much worse would it hurt on her already wounded rear?

She wasn’t sure if she could get Master Jones to spend in her mouth but she was quite sure she could orgasm if she fingered her still wet pussy. It was incredible. She felt like just some sort of sexual creature, felt like she might never be fully satisfied but would still love all things sexual. Most troubling was that pain, abuse, and humiliation all seemed just as sexual as caresses and sexual acts.

She moved her supple lips down the side of his erection and then began tangling her tongue in his pubic hair trying to get him clean down there as well. It wasn’t technically part of Master Jones’ cock but she was pretty sure he’d welcome that kind of initiative.

She snuck one hand between her legs, pushed her damp folds apart, and found her hard little clitoris. She felt naughty for stealing a little pleasure under her own direction. It was silly because the heavy table blocked her from view but she was still nervous the Master would know and be cross with her. He might add to her punishment. The finger pad felt miraculous on her clitoris….

“Stop, slave. Did I give you leave to pleasure yourself? No, I did not. ”

How did he know she was fingering herself?

Do only as I or members of my retinue command from now on. I own your orgasms and shall mete them out as I see fit. Now, stop your oral attentions before I climax. I need to save my next load for your work associate Alyssa. I’ll be bringing her back here later so I can initiate her and she can get to know her Master’s expectations. ”

Sierra pulled off his cock and knelt back clumsily swallowing away the extra spittle in her mouth. Poor Alyssa was the next target of Master Jones!Sierra shook herself mentally. What was she thinking about ‘poor Alyssa’ when she ought to be concerned about ‘poor Sierra’.

“Yes, Alyssa later today and I’m sure she’ll be grateful that you prepared me to deliver an extra large load of sperm to her womb. Or her ass or her mouth, wherever I decide to fuck that slave. Then Lori tomorrow. She’ll be a tough nut to crack but I think I know just the trick to unlock the passion in that one. ”

Alyssa and then Lori too…. Sierra had to suppose Jones must have dominated and sexually tamed Amber Rogers, Tina Crowell, and even Dr. Lynne Stanford as well. Sierra felt bizarrely jealous. That she’d feel any jealousy at all and in lieu of concern, fear, and pity for the others was quite strange but the depth of the jealousy was astounding. It almost felt like physical pain.

After all she’d done for Master Jones!Everything he wanted!Alyssa was a shy, silky, beautiful blonde. A very light blonde and all quite natural. Lori’s blonde was bronze, so dark it was halfway to brown. Sierra felt her jealousy deepen, like twin long knives driven into her. Wait, she knew something Master did not!She couldn’t help but spit it out.

“She won’t. We talked while disinfecting the whole clinic the second time and then again on a break. Alyssa thinks you’re… suspect, and she already told me she won’t go to any private lunch with you let alone a dinner date. ”

“I know. That is why you’re going to call her, tell her everything is on the up and up, I’m a perfect gentleman to be trusted, and that you can’t talk about the future plans for the clinic but they’re wonderful. Urge her to meet with me at the earliest opportunity. By the way, slave, you spoke without permission so I’ll add ten strokes to your punishment. Perhaps late tonight or perhaps I’ll line you up next to Alyssa and cane two birds with one cane. To carry the metaphor one step further, when asked which is better, a bird in the hand or two birds in the bush, it is my firm belief it is best to have two birds in hand and to have one’s hand in their bushes. As long as the birds in question are actually human females and not actual birds. I’m against cruelty to animals but quite a proponent of cruelty to human females. ”

Sierra opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. What the Master wanted he always seemed to get and a slave like her had little chance of dissuading him. It was frustrating that he would not be satisfied with having her alone but, then again, if he could be satisfied with only a single slave, he might have stopped with one of the other girls and never gotten around to taming her. Sierra had to accept his greedy lust then wasn’t all bad. She was just coming in tune with her new role in life but she could tell it really wasn’t her place to judge him anyway.

Jones’ voice vibrated her soul again, “Call Alyssa now. Make your words warm, enthused, and genuine. Let her know I was kind enough to give you the rest of the day off. ”

The rest of the day “off” shackled under a dining room table!Not even allowed to masturbate herself when she was incredibly horny!

Sierra did as ordered and surprised herself with how casual and convincing she sounded. It seemed like Alyssa completely believed her and that she would go alone with Jones, trusting in him now she had the good word from her work friend Sierra who she had no idea was now a slave. Sierra hardly believed it herself!

Sierra closed up the cell phone and handed it back up to the Master. Betraying and tricking her friend -- or perhaps it was the act of obedience to her Master’s wishes -- caused her sexual heat to blaze. She felt like asking the Master for permission to finally pleasure herself but reluctantly thought better of it. The Master knew when she was turned on and certainly knew what she wanted. If he wanted her to give pleasure to herself he’d let her know.

Sierra couldn’t help but consider what she’d set Alyssa up for. She did feel guilty as well. At the same time she was curious to see the Master in action taming someone else. The thought made her pussy walls squeeze together. Maybe he’d let her watch. Sierra did feel like her act of tricking Alyssa destroyed her friendship with the sweet girl. It also somehow estranged Sierra from her own self. There was no going back now.

Jones got up, dressed, and began walking out, “Anyone who sits in any of those chairs all day today you will suck and lick them to orgasm. After each orgasm you produce in another you may go ahead and provide yourself with one as well. Practice your oral skills as I may make use of them tonight on your friend Alyssa. ”

Sierra was dismayed at the prospect of spending the rest of the day stuck under the table delivering oral attentions to various strangers’ genitalia. She would get to masturbate though…. Master Jones was a considerate Master. Sort of….

“Wait!”She couldn’t stop her outburst. All this trickery and clever plotting from the Master made her wonder about something.

“What, slave? You will receive one more stroke of the cane for every word you speak. Go ahead, ask or say anything you like. ”

“What you said, about Tina… did she really say those things about me? ”

“That is fourteen more so far, to go with the previous eighteen. No, Tina never said anything bad about you at all. She never said you were frigid and clearly you are not. ”

“You lied!”

“Make that sixteen more. Yes, I lied, but it was a justified lie so nothing for you to be upset over even if I did give you permission to be upset. ”

“Justified? ”Sierra was little more upset on top of all the other upsets but she was still learning to keep her words to a minimum.

“A lie is perfectly legitimate if it is for at least two of these three reasons: One, done for the good of the liar. Two, done for the good of the recipient. Three, done in response to being lied to. In other words, fighting fire with fire. In this case it fulfilled all three. ”

“But I never lied to you!”

“Yes, you did. Some lies don’t involve words. You wear make-up. The job of cosmetics is to delude others by creating a partially illusory appearance. As such, a physical lie. ”

Sierra knew she couldn’t argue with a madman, especially a mad Master, free within their own twisted logic. However, maybe she could accept its rules and use them against him….

“Alyssa never lied to you and she barely wears any make-up at all. ”

“Yes, not really enough to count. No worry, I didn’t lie to her just now, you did. ”

Jones waited a moment in the doorway but Sierra said nothing. There was nothing to say. Who could argue with his crazy logic? What slave could persuade her Master to change his world view?

“Twenty-three plus eighteen. Forty-one strokes of the cane tonight. ”Jones closed the dining room door behind him.