Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
I find the bathroom, and it’s all white marble, with a soaker tub and an enormous shower with a bench built in.
If I weren’t on a time constraint, I’d linger here.
But instead, I shower quickly, not at all surprised to find the body wash smells like tangerines.
Then I do my hair into two long plaits and slip into the white robe.
I don’t think it’s been an hour yet, and I pause to take in the view, allowing myself only a few seconds. There will be time for that later.
Downstairs, my two Masters are sitting in the living room, a large room with a vaulted ceiling, a white stone fireplace with those incredible windows on either side, and a pair of white leather couches.
Master Erek beckons, and I go to him, kneeling at his feet, but not before I’ve spotted Master Séverin on the opposite couch stroking a long-haired cat whose fur is black as coal.
Master Erek pulls me up beside him, and the leather is cool beneath my mostly-bare bottom.
“No kneeling tonight, Mina,” Master Séverin says. “Tell me, do you like cats?”
“Oh, I…to be honest, I’ve had very little contact with cats, Master.”
“I see. Well, this is Mouse, and I love her dearly, so you’re to be kind to her. And if you are, she will likely curl up with you when you’re made to sleep on the floor. Or perhaps even when we allow you to sleep with us. Come over and say hello to her.”
I feel as if this is one of the strangest scenarios for a slave, my mind constantly questioning everything, moment by moment. Or maybe that’s simply my anxiety. New situations are always difficult for me, and I have no context for what is happening here. But I stand and move toward him.
“Good Girl. Now offer her your hand. Yes, open palm. Excellent.”
Mouse sniffs my fingertips, then rubs her head against them.
Mastre Séverin smiles, and it lights me up inside. “She likes you. Very good. Now come sit beside me and let’s see if she’ll go into your lap.”
I do as he says—of course I do, despite the gentleness of his tone. I am still a good slave, always. Mouse makes her way to me slowly, and Master Séverin smiles at her tenderly as she climbs onto my lap, looks up at me, and makes a small squeaking sound.
“Ah, yes. A bond has been forged,” Master Séverin says, pleasure in his voice. “Now stroke her fur and she’ll stay with you a while.”
Again, I do as he says, sweeping my hand down her smooth back, and the cat begins to purr. I never knew the sensation could be so comforting. It makes me wonder what else I’ve missed in life.
“While we wait for dinner, tell us more about your mother, and the way you grew up. Yes, I understand it’s difficult to talk about, but we are to have some difficult discussions, the three of us.”
I nod, then take a few moments to gather my thoughts. He’s right—I don’t like to talk about my childhood, and rarely have before. But these are my Masters, and not only people I obey, but people I have love for. I take a breath.
“Well… it’s not the most cheerful story.
But I know you want me to be honest. I was raised in the dark underbelly of Hollywood.
I don’t mean to be dramatic. It simply was what it was.
Street prostitutes who are treated horribly by their pimps.
Junkies. People looking for a cheap thrill, and there were plenty to be had.
“And my mother…she sometimes made some cash working as a stripper, but then she’d get too high and nod out, and miss her shift.
There are only so many strip clubs, even in a place like Hollywood, and eventually she’d been fired from them all.
So, then she started turning the occasional trick, sometimes in our apartment.
” I look down at Mouse, taking some comfort from her purring.
I look up at my Masters again before I speak.
“She was beautiful, my mother. And intelligent. She was oddly well-read, given the way we lived. She knew classic literature, loved to watch old black-and-white movies on our shitty, ancient television. Citizen Cain was a favorite, and she loved Hitchcock movies. Looking back, I realize she could have been anything if she hadn’t been an addict.
But she’s long dead, so that’s neither here nor there now. ”
“Isn’t it, though?” Master Erek asks. “It’s part of what shaped you. Do you have any good memories of her?”
“I do, although I don’t think of them as often as the bad. But…yes. She read to me sometimes, and when she did it was books like Dickens, or even Shakespeare. But my favorite was Robinson Crusoe.”
“That was mine, too, when I was a boy,” Master Erek says. “What did you love about it?”
“I suppose I related to his loneliness,” I answer truthfully, looking down again at Mouse in my lap.
“My childhood was so, so lonely. I wasn’t one of those kids who could bring a friend home from school, and so I had very few friends.
I was on my own, mostly, other than those rare moments my mother and I shared. ”
“I’m sorry,” Master Séverin says.
“No, it’s fine. It is. I’m fine. And I need to say, this is not why I was drawn to kink. I don’t understand why people think we just use it to heal ourselves. Or that it’s something we need to be healed from.”
“But I do think we use it to heal our wounds,” Master Séverin says.
“It’s healed me of so much. So much I didn’t think I could bear.
I don’t need my sadism to be fixed—I agree with you there.
But it is absolutely catharsis for many of us.
It’s a release from whatever is weighing on us.
Now, lift Mouse from your lap and come climb over mine. ”
This is so much more comfortable for me, and my mind shifts gears from a girl who can have a philosophical conversation to a Girl who serves.
When I lie face down over his lap, he slides the silky robe up and immediately starts a hard, bare-handed spanking. And in moments I sink into the pain, my brain and my body filling up with the lovely endorphins, and my mind settling into my role.
I feel Master Erek as he settles onto the white leather next to Master Séverin, and he slips a hand under me and pulls my tit from the robe. As he begins to tug and pinch my nipple, a small sigh escapes me, and I writhe against Master Séverin’s hardening cock.
Without even speaking, the two of them shift on the couch, until I’m sitting on Master Erek’s lap, my back to him, and he’s pulled his thick cock from his trousers.
He reaches under me to swipe at my soaking pussy, then wipes the wetness onto my asshole.
I take a breath and force myself to relax as the head of his cock nudges me.
Then he rams it in, and I sigh in pleasure, in pleasure that is pain.
Pain that is pleasure. Is there really any difference anymore?
Once he’s buried deep in my ass, he parts my legs, opening them wide, and Master Séverin pulls an ottoman over to sit on, right between my spread thighs, and as he plays with my clit, Master Erek begins to arch up into me.
Pleasure builds so quickly, I’m breathless. Then my darling Master Séverin shoves his fingers into my needy cunt, and I explode without warning. I’m overcome with horror even as I shudder with pleasure.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my Masters. I’m so sorry.”
They both laugh, and I’m relieved. For the moment, anyway. I’m certain I will be punished at some point.
“Master?” I ask Master Séverin, eyeing the bulge in his trousers. “Is there anything I can do for you? Please?”
He pauses for only a moment, then gives a nod of his head and stands before me.
Master Erek groans and pushes up into my ass, and I sigh happily.
I wait as Master Séverin unzips, then pulls his long, beautiful cock out and presses it to my lips.
I breathe softly on the head, dart my tongue out to taste his hardening flesh, and he moans quietly.
Encouraged, I lick the shaft from bottom to top, then, taking the length of it in my hand, I wrap my lips around the tip and swallow him down.
“Yes…” he murmurs, urging me on.
As I begin to work his cock with my mouth, Master Erek starts pumping, his thick cock filling my ass, leaving my pussy too empty, but I suspect I’ll come, anyway, if they allow me to.
He feels too good, thrusting into my asshole, and with Master Séverin’s gorgeous dick in my mouth as he begins to really face-fuck me, I am in heaven.
I gag and sputter, but Master Séverin rams even harder, and just as I begin to choke out, he withdraws, letting me breathe. As he presses his cock back into my mouth, Master Erek wraps my face in his big hand, wiping my tears with his thumb.
“Yes, Mina girl. Cry for us,” he says.
We all know, I’m certain, that my tears are from being choked out with cock, but it doesn’t matter. It seems to make him happy, anyway.
He thrusts harder, until he’s ramming his cock as deep into my ass as it will go, and once more my lovely Master Séverin shoves his cock deep into my throat.
I gag until he pulls out, and more tears spill as I struggle to catch my breath.
He does it again, then again, until I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
Until I’m ready to come again. Then, when Master Séverin presses his cock between my lips one more time, Master Erek reaches around and grabs it at the base, close to his lover’s balls, and begins to jack him as he fucks my mouth.
Master Séverin groans, his hips moving faster, in rhythm with Master Erek fucking my asshole. Then he moves Master Erek’s hand away.
“No. Don’t need it, love.”
He shoves his cock hard and deep into my throat, his hips rocking, and at the last moment he pulls out, jizzing onto my face just as I feel Master Erek’s hot come filling my ass.
“Ah, yeah…” Master Erek sighs, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close.