Archive-name: Slaves/seduct07.txt Archive-author: Ca.H. Archive-title: Seductive Master, The - 07 As you stand, before your Master, reviewing the events of the last few days, your body reacts to the thrilling pleasures it has experienced from the hand of your well experienced Master and Mistress. You reflect now on the time spent in the library, your crimson colored ass exposed to all who enter the room. You sink into deeper thought to recall every detail of the event. Your Master leaves you to your Mistress's hand, while he dresses in preparation of his meeting. Your Mistress takes you and leads you down the hall to the library. Once inside, she leads you to a corner opposite the door. You suddenly realize the first thing anyone who enters will see is your reddened bottom. You flush with redness from your embarrassment. "Stand in this corner slave. Hands at your side. Do not turn around unless ordered by your Master. Do not move, regardless of what may happen, unless given permission from your Master. And above all, do not speak, unless specifically asked a question by your Master. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Mistress." you answer, and a sudden slap comes firmly down on your redden buttocks. "You were told not to speak unless your Master asks you a question. Now remember that slave." You wait, with face pressed into the corner. Your pussy still not having relief from the near orgasm your Master brought you to, is now releasing its juices and they are running down the inside of your slightly spread legs. You hear the door open behind you, then close, and your heart pounds in your head, as you feel the rush of blood come to your face. You do not know who has entered the room. It could be your Master. But then again, it could be a guest of his. You remain standing with your face pressed forward to the corner. You are longing to sneak a peek at who is in the room, but you dare not, in fear of the reprisal for such an action. Again the door opens and closes. You hear someone move across the room and sit behind you. This same action is repeated five more times before your Master enters the room and speaks. "Good afternoon all. Are we ready to begin?" "Yes," you hear another man's voice,"but first Nathaniel, could you explain about this lovely miss in the corner?" "I should be happy to Tom", your Master says. "This is my newest little puss slave. She failed to behave properly this morning. As you can see from her reddened buttocks, she was swiftly punished for her behavior and ordered to the corner to the display herself." "May I ask," you are mortified now for the voice you hear is that of a woman, "what she did Nathaniel to warrant a sound spanking?" "Of course," your Master says, much to your embarrassment, "my dear Grace. This little puss continues to touch herself. A feeble attempt to bring herself satisfaction, she moves her fingers to her dripping pussy and tries to bring herself to orgasm. I say feeble, dear Grace, for we all know, only a Master or Mistress can give total satisfaction to a puss." You knew it would come to this. You knew, deep within yourself, that your Master would explain the reason for you punishment. You wanted to find a rock to crawl under you felt such indignity now. Your body trembles at the thought of all these unknown, faceless people looking at your redden ass and your juices running down the inside of your opened legs. This is worse than any whipping or spanking. This is a humiliation you shall not forget. Yet the excitement of it all is racing through your body and courses through your veins. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster and your pussy juice flowing harder than before. "May I examine her thrashed buttocks Nathaniel?", you recognize the voice as that of Grace. You pray your Master will say no. You hope your body is only for the touch of your Master and Mistress. You heart sinks when you hear him speak, saying "of course you may dear Grace, as may you all." You wanted to run, as fast as you can, to get away from this demoralizing action about to take place. But alas, you know you will not run. You know, somewhere deep within you, this is the treatment you have craved and longed for. Suddenly you feel a hand touch your tender ass. You wrench upward slightly when it does. The hand moves firmly over you ass and down between your ass cheeks. You can tell from the touch it is a woman's hand, and assume it belongs to the one called Grace. Her fingers move over your anus and play teasingly at the ring. You jerk again, for the area is tender from the dildo it experienced this morning. She moves her fingers deeper down your slit till they rest upon your opened hole of your pussy. The lips of which are opened wide because of your spread legs. She slowly thrusts her fingers into your opening then pulls them out again. She repeats the action several times and you can feel yourself becoming more and more excited. Your stomach muscles ripple with the excitement and you are burning deep within your womb to be satisfied. Your desire to reach for your pussy is so strong, yet your resist, still feeling the harshness of the spanking you received not more than twenty minutes ago. Her fingers move in and out of you faster now, until you feel you are on the edge of an explosive orgasm. Yet, as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure she withdraws her fingers and leaves you stand in total discontentment. One by one the faceless people of the room touch you in various areas of your body. Each bringing you closely to orgasm, each leaving you as you react and reach the edge. One man slaps lightly at your still burning ass, as his fingers slide in front of you and rubs your clit. You don't think you can stand it any longer, you are thrusting your hips forward now, ever so slightly, for you are restraining them as much as you can because you were told not to move. As you reach the height of your near explosive orgasm, the stimulation is stopped again, leaving you in such frustration that tears flow down your cheeks. You can hear laughter when the fingers are pulled from you. Someone, a male voice says, 'She is a hot puss isn't she Nathaniel.' More of a statement of fact rather than a question. They leave you in your now very uncomfortable position and begin to attend to the business they had come to discuss. The meeting goes on for nearly an hour and half and as each faceless person leaves the room, they walk first to you and lightly spank at your bottom once then walk out. Silence settles round you now, and you can not even hear your Master in the room. Suddenly you hear a chair roll on a plastic sheeting, the type that covers the floor to protect the carpeting. "Well little puss," you hear your Master's say, as he reaches out and touches your shoulder. "You may turn around now." You do so quickly. "You were very good little puss, taking your punishment so bravely. Come to your Master's arms and be held." You need no further encouragement, and all but fall into his opened arms and rest your head to his suited chest. He holds you tenderly for a very long time in silence. His hands rubbing, caressing your body tenderly. You feel the warmth of his touch and the firmness of his body pressed to yours and the sensation of being wrapped within a cocoon, safe, warm, protected envelopes you as you burrow your head even more into him. His lips brush your head, then his fingers find your chin and brings your face to his. He gently, tenderly kisses you, his tongue slowly moving into your mouth. His kiss lingers, his tongue teasing yours, for a long time, then he forces his tongue deep within your mouth and holds you firmly to him. You want this man, this Master, with every fiber of your being. But all too soon he pulls back from you and orders you upstairs to the bedroom you used last night. Once upstairs to the bedroom, you walk inside to find your Mistress waiting. "Slave, standing position." She orders, and you immediately assume the position. "Slave you will shower, wash your hair, and shave your legs and underarm, put on a scant amount of makeup and dry your hair. Of course you may touch yourself, but you may not masturbate. You shall then return to the bedroom and we will prepare you for this evening. You have one hour slave to do these things. You may also relieve yourself if you desire and a cold glass of iced tea is waiting you in the bath." She turns and walks out, leaving you, for the first time today, totally alone for one full hour. You do all you have been instructed and when you hear the door open to the bedroom you are just finishing the light touch of color to your lips. You have stood before the mirror and examined your flaming red ass cheeks. They still hurt when you sit down, you quickly found out when you went to sit down before the mirror to dry your hair. "Kneeling position slave," you hear your Mistress call out to you from the adjoining bedroom. You quickly move into the room and kneel, with your legs spread wide, your hands behind your head and you head bowed slightly. "Very good slave. You are learning quickly. Though you have much to learn. Tonight slave, you shall have dinner with your Master and I. Joining us will be a few guests. You shall, however, wear nothing and you will be seated on your honorable throne." Your mind rushes with the indignity of such a thing. Again being displayed before strangers, your nudity open to their eyes and your pussy spread wide open while sitting on a dildo stuck into your anus. "I shall prepare you here slave, placing K-Y jelly on your delicate anal hole. Then you shall walk downstairs to the dining room, where your Master will be waiting with guests and you shall, at his or my instruction go directly to your throne and be seated. If you hesitate or need help in pressing the small dildo into your ass or in any way embarrass your Master or I you shall be taken over his or my knee and paddled right then and there. You will then receive not less than ten spanks from each person in the room for your bad behavior and embarrassment caused them. Now slave, you will rise, get into bed and rest before this evening's entertainment." Without a word you do as instructed. Your bottom touches the bed and you are painfully reminded of punishment for disobedience. You roll on to your side and sleep conquers you quickly, albeit the thoughts dashing through your mind. Continued Seduct08.txt --