Message-ID: <51138asstr$1115741404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <deacon_al_j@yahoo.ca> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20050510144936.29224.qmail@web53407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Al Deacon <deacon_al_j@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 10 May 2005 10:49:36 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Nine by A. J. Deacon. codesT/F T/tf TTTT/F bd con rom Lines: 770 Date: Tue, 10 May 2005 12:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51138> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: akalexis, newsman The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Nine by A. J. Deacon. codesT/F T/tf TTTT/F bd con rom Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved! No portion of this story may be reproduced by any means anywhere but here. Please contact me for permission to post or use anywhere else. Al J. Deacon deacon_al_j@yahoo. ca The story should not be read by anyone under the legal age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read such stories. The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Nine The drive to the near by town was pleasant in the early evening of summer, We ended up in the same town that the church was located in. Since we were going to be early for the movie, John had asked the driver to drop us off at his school. He attended a private school. The same one he had attended all through two years of kindergarten, eight years of elementary school, and up to now, two years of secondary school. This is also where John would be starting his junior year in September. It was a fairly large campus with many stately old buildings. This was a long established institution, and also had facilities for live in students. In fact John pointed out that the dormitory building had the name Kingsly and the year nineteen-thirty, chiselled into the large stone blocks that formed the huge arch over the front door. He explained that five generations of Kingsly's attended here. Because of it's reputation, boys from all over the world attended school here. The school was once located on the outskirts of a small town which has since grown around it. The neighbourhood around the school was mostly Victorian style houses, probably all built in the era. John said that the people living around here considered themselves to be upper middle class. I noticed one of the houses, almost directly across the street from the school's main building had a for sale sign on the front lawn. As we passed the front door of the school a small group of boys were coming out. They were local boys, who lived out of the school like John did. They were members of the school football team, and they were on their way home from summer pre-season practice. John knew the boys so we stopped and chatted. I was introduced to them, but I didn't really pay too much attention to their names. They wondered where I was from, since they hadn't seen me before. I said that I was from a small town in the north east, which was true, and that I came here to attend the university in the city, which was also true. What I didn't tell them was that I graduated ten years ago. They assumed that I was currently at university. Since I did look a little older than John it was an easy assumption to make. Their eyes practically devoured my body, I was wearing a "sexy but very classy" outfit, that showed off my figure very well. John noticed that the boys were ogling, but since they were all friends and all from good homes, they acted like gentlemen. Although John was bursting with pride, he didn't show it. I guess it wasn't considered cool to gloat. A couple of the boys, walked with us for a few blocks, and the talk was mostly of sports and what the school's team's chances were for the coming season. We turned a corner and we were in the town's commercial district. We window shopped as we made our way toward the theatre, The town had a rather large public park in the center. The town hall, library, and county court house were located on the same square of ground. The commercial district was built across the street from the park on all four sides of the square. Since we still had time, John decided not to cut across the park, but to walk around. He was showing me off, and there were more people shopping then there were in the park. There was only one theatre in this town, but it did have multiple screens. I have been out of touch for so long I didn't recognize any of the titles, but did remember some of the actor's names. John selected a historical melodrama. It was a love story based in the eighteen hundred, definitely a chick flick. I figured he had chosen it simply for my benefit. Actually there was a connection to astronomy in the plot. The main character was an astronomer, and there were many beautiful shots of space on the wide screen. On the way home John would admit that was partly the reason why he chose the picture. The main reason was that he figured the theatre would be practically empty, which it was. We sat in the very back row, which we had to ourselves, as well as many rows ahead of us. All through the picture his hand was almost constantly between my legs. Since I wasn't wearing panties, that means at my pubis. He whispered that I was to raise my skirt up at the back and sit directly on the seat. I had never done sex in public before, not even with Jack. Needless to say the fear of discovery just increased my arousal. To hide my orgasm I would gag myself by pressing my mouth against the back of John's arm. A couple of times we were kissing when the climax hit me, and I moaned down his throat. John had to use the contents of two pocket sized packs of tissues to keep me from leaving a wet spot on the seat cushion. He kept stuffing the damp used tissues into my little purse. Other than a tube of lipstick, and my personal I. D. that Robert had gotten from Jack last Saturday, the purse was empty anyway. After the movie I was instructed to go to the ladies room and relieve myself, making sure to wipe myself properly, and to flush all the tissues in my purse down the toilet. It took a while before I was dry enough that there was no danger of soiling my clothes or anything I sat on. As long as John kept his hands off my pussy that is. It would still be an hour before we would be picked up. John gave me a choice. He could phone home and ask the driver to come for us now, or we could spend the time waiting at the ice cream parlour. I replied that he was my master and I would do what ever he wanted. We went to the ice cream parlour. There were a lot of kids there then, and many that he knew. We ended up sitting in a booth with another couple. The boy was one of John's good friends until he started dating girls. "I'll have a banana split please sir." I said when John asked me what I wanted after the introductions were over. I noticed that the girl was really taken aback when I addressed John as sir. So for the rest of the evening I continued to address him that way, and acted in a submissive way, even to whispering a request to visit the ladies room. "Yea, sure go ahead," John said out loud. When I excused myself, the other girl looked at her date and when he nodded she got up and came with me. "Are you and John in a bondage relationship too?" She asked when she saw that there was nobody else in the washroom. "Yea, sort of," I answered nonchalantly. "I take it that you and Roger are too." "Yea, see?" She said as she briefly raised the hem of her top up to reveal a naked breast, with a gold ring through the nipple. "He did that himself, and next week he's going to do the other one." "You must really be crazy about the guy to let him do that to you?" "Yea, but it's more than that. You see we, my mom and I, aren't rich or anything, Not like Roger and John. My mom needed an operation last year and we were going to have to sell our house to pay for it. Roger offered to pay my mother the fifty thousand dollars she needed from his own money, if she agreed to sell me to him to be his sex slave. She almost went through the roof and threatened to call the police if he didn't leave me alone. When I told her that I loved Roger so much that I was willing to be his sex slave even for nothing, she agreed, as long as it was kept discrete and that he wouldn't turn me into a prostitute. He talked to his parents, and I guess they agreed, because the next day he came for me, with a certified check for the money. Since I was under eighteen my mother signed what he called a personal services contract. I belong to him for another four years." "What happens after that?" "Well the contract expires then, but I'm pretty sure Roger will still want me. Any way I live at his house most of the time, and I'll be living with him when we go to collage. According to the law, we'll have what is called a common law marriage. At least that's what roger says. We're in love with each other I hope we'll always be together." "Well when you get to be eighteen, you see a lawyer and make sure." I said as I entered the cubicle to relieve myself. We were silent as we walked back to the booth. John asked me to finish my ice cream if I was going to, because it was almost time to leave. I said that it was really too much for me to finish, so we said our good byes to Roger and Marie, and started walking out. John waved to the people he knew as we walked by. The limo was pulling to a stop in front of the theatre just as we got there. John didn't wait for the driver to get out and open the door for us, but opened it himself and held it for me to get in. On the way home we talked about Roger and Evelyn. John had known about Roger's relationship with Evelyn right from the start, but Roger had brought it up again while she and I were in the washroom. I asked him if he thought that Roger was a good master, and if Evelyn was alright. "Roger is really a pussy cat. He'd never knowingly hurt anyone. He doesn't go in for the whips and chains thing, and Evelyn is eager to do what ever he tells her. Almost as willing as you are. He truly loves Evelyn, but his parents are dead set against her because she isn't of their social class. There's not too much they can do about it. Roger is an only child, and because of the way the family fortune is structured, He gets full control of it when his dad turns sixty-five or dies. The fortune was created several generation ago, and his great grand father set it up so that nobody really ever inherits it. Each generation only has control of the proceeds earned in any particular year. The capitol is invested in several very old established companies and the procedure to reinvest is so complicated that it's just not worth doing. The upshot of it all is that when they are older Roger's parents get cut off without a cent. They have managed to put a little bit away for their retirement, but not much. They have to keep Roger happy or find themselves living in a manner much less than they have become accustomed to. "Roger on the other hand has his own money. His grandfather on his mother's side left almost all his money directly to Roger and only a token amount to Roger's mother. It seems he never did like his son in law all that much. But he did take to Roger. The bulk of the money is growing in a fund, but Roger gets an allowance that is big enough to allow him to live a very good life on his own. If his parents gave him too a hard time over Evelyn, He could buy a luxury condo and set up housekeeping with Evelyn somewhere. Then when his dad turns sixty-five, he would give them the boot from the family estate. His parents of course also have to be nice to Evelyn, and it has to be genuine. Roger would know a false smile when he saw it. He keeps Evelyn naked at home just to tease his father, and embarrass his mother. His biggest trick is to wait until there's something on television that his mother said that she really wanted to watch, an opera or some play. Then part of the way through it he leads Evelyn in on a leash, naked of course, and they make out all through the show, on the couch right in front of his parents. Well his mother is stuck because she's already said how much she wanted to watch the show. I don't know why they just don't get a television set for their bedroom. I guess Roger's biggest fault is that he's a control freak. He isn't really bossy, but he has a knack for getting people to do things his way. Evelyn being his slave plays right into that of course. He also gets a big charge out of being so much in control of his parents." "Is he really that much in control of his parent, master, or are they just the type that want to be controlled." "What ever. The fact is that he is in control. He figures that if he really wanted to, he could even order his mother to have sex with him. And he's certain that she would. He said the only thing that keeps him from doing it is that she's way too fat for his taste. The last time she tried to prevent him from doing something he wanted, his father happened to be out of town. Roger threatened her. He said he would bring one of the big black boys from the football team of one of the ghetto high schools and force her to have sex with him. She must have believed that he would actually do it, because she shut right up and has never argued with him since. Fortunately for Roger that was just before the idea to buy Evelyn came up. So it helped a lot. By the way, he didn't really have to buy her. They had already gotten into the slave master thing, and she went along willingly. It was his way of helping her mother out. I don't think Evelyn's mother would have accepted the money as an outright gift even when her life depended on it." "It must be awful to have live under those conditions. Poor Evelyn, it must be terrible for her." "Well just because a family is rich, it doesn't mean it can't be dysfunctional also. Evelyn is alright. She's used to being naked in front of his parents by now. She really worships Roger's cock and comes all over the place. Roger is very good to Evelyn and her mother. He actually pays her mother rent for Evelyn's room, so they can stay there anytime they like. It all helps with the budget. While Evelyn's mother was in hospital, Roger paid to have the entire plumbing and electrical systems in the house modernized, and she doesn't even realize it. As far as she knows only the taps were changed because they were really old and in bad shape. He told her it only cost a few hundred dollars and she deducted that of off the first's month rent. The only reason he doesn't move in with Evelyn's mother permanently is that people will talk, and he won't be able to keep an eye on his parents." "Evelyn said that they will be living together while they are at collage." "Yes, Roger intends to lease an apartment close to the university in the city. They will both be over eighteen by then and nobody can tell them they can't do it." "I take it that Roger knows about our relationship." "Not the whole story, not by a long shot. Nobody will ever know that other than the knights. I told him you were a few years older than me. I told him I won you from your other master. I told Roger I put up ten thousand dollars against you, and I beat the jerk two falls straight in a match at my martial arts school." "What's going to happen when that story gets out master? Won't it hurt your parents reputation?" I said in alarm. "No I'm only kidding," he laughed. "What I told Roger is that you are from the north east, and that you came here to attend the university. I added that you are also into martial arts and attend the same school I do. I told him We've been talking together for two years, and just recently discovered we were attracted to each other. I said that in fact you just recently discovered that you were attracted to me, I've had the hots for you right from the start. Roger figured that was the reason I never got interested in other girls. I also told him I was sure you weren't a gold digger and just after my money, because my dad checked out your family back east. It was old family money and there was plenty of it. When that story get around, it will establish your reputation as a young potential heiress, who even though she's a couple of years older is still considered to be a fitting future wife." That was the first time John had mentioned marriage, although he did say that in his dream we had a baby. We talked all through our trip home, stopping to share a kiss now and again. He had removed my top so he had free access to breasts. As I said before, he really enjoyed handling my body. The idea that he had a beautiful woman with a terrific body, and that he was free to touch and feel it anytime and anywhere, without having to beg, or even to ask, really excited John. He was always gentle in his touches except when I begged him to be firmer or to actually hurt me. We talked a little bit more about Roger and Evelyn, but then the conversation turned to us. I opened my heart to him, and told him how happy I have been there last few days. "Time is beginning to be important to me again. I now have a future, and it looks glorious Even though I don't have a rich family back east, I'm still not a gold digger. I'm willing to sign an agreement that says that I'm not entitled to any settlement in the event that our relationship should ever end. I will never leave you master, unless you tire of me and decide to send me away. I don't know if I'm in love with you as yet, I'm not sure what love is any more. I had though I was in love with Jack, and that turned out to be wrong. Whether I'm in love with you or not, the idea of having your children really excites me. Either way I will still be a good mother to them, and if you ever decide that you wanted me for a wife, then I'll be the best wife a man ever had. Whether I'm in love with you or not, you'll never be able to tell, because either way, I'll always try my hardest to be exactly the kind of woman you want me to be. If I can't be that then I would rather be dead. I'm very serious about this, If I ever fail to be exactly the kind of women you want me to be, whether it's a wife who will stand beside you and make you proud, or simply a slut you keep hidden away for the private enjoyment of you and your friends, then you can feel free to end my life in any way you wish." I finished by taking his head in my hands and pressing our lips together in a passionate kiss. "Wow, " John said, very serious now. "What brought all this on? I know you're not a gold digger, I don't need any signed agreement. I only mentioned the gold digger part to Roger, because his father accused Evelyn of being one. As far a marriage and children are concerned, that will come when I'm certain that you are accepting me of your own free will, and, I can support you and them. I have no doubt you will be what ever I want you to be. That part is so deep in your nature that no amount of deprogramming will ever take it out. As far as taking your life is concerned, that is something I'll do only just before I take my own. Now that I finally have you, and I know you're for real, then I don't even want to think of a life without you in it. You may not know if you love me, and that's understandable. You've known me now for less than a week. I personally don't believe in love at first sight. It took me months before I fell in love with you, but in love with you I am! So in love with you that I'm willing to share you with the other knights, because you desperately need something that I am unable to provide you with, without their help. Having you healthy happy and satisfied, is more important to me than having you to myself alone. That's the kind of woman I want you to be. A happy healthy and satisfied one." "Please master," I pleaded falling to my knees in front of him. "Please fuck me master?" He did, hard and long for the rest of the trip home. When we finally came down from our climax, we discovered that we were already home, and the limo was parked in the garage. I had no idea how long we had been there. I followed my master into the house and down the hall to his new suite, naked, carrying my clothes. I saw by the clock radio on the night table that it was a quarter after midnight. After we went to the bathroom, we went to bed. I spent the night, our first in the new suite, tied spread-eagled to the four posts of the bed. I wasn't tied so tightly that I was immobile but I was tied all night. I was awakened numerous times during the night as John used my open and available body for his pleasure any time he wanted. This was the kind of woman I wanted to be. The next morning was much like the last. I awakened John by giving him an orgasm. We hurriedly showered and reported for breakfast dressed in bathrobes. We had the usual cheery conversation with his parents, We were informed that there would be company for dinner tonight, but it would not be formal. When they went off to work, we returned to John's suite. We both worked to get things in some semblance of order. All his old drawers were unpacked and their contents placed into the drawers of his new furniture. I unpacked my things, which were all in the closet, still in the store boxes and bags, and placed them into the dresser designated for my use. John insisted on me modelling some of the underwear so that took a little longer. Everything was in it's place just before noon. The empty drawers were stacked just inside the door of the master bedroom, and the empty store boxes and bags were stacked in a neat but sizeable pile in the hall. The household staff will remove them at their convenience. Tomorrow we would tackle the study. John ordered me to put on my bathrobe again and led me through some halls and down some stairs. We ended up in a well quipped gym and exercise room. I automatically removed my bathrobe just inside the door and followed my master to a treadmill in the corner. It was set up just like Jack had set the one up for my internet bondage. It even had a tens machine with wires attached. I stood on the belt with my hands fastened behind my back as John attached a wire to each of my nipple rings. When he pressed the start button, I went through the same exercise programme I had been doing almost everyday for I don't even know how long. After the treadmill, he took me over to one of the weight machines, He explained each exercise and how I was to do it and also what it was supposed to do for me. Hillory is seems used this machine three day a week, religiously. If it would help my body to look younger for many more years then I was all for it. I didn't ever want my master to consider me to be too fat to have sex with. I wanted for him to always be proud of my body. We went through the exercises with only minimum weight. We would start in earnest tomorrow, and John will gradually increase the weight in a well designed program to tone me up and keep me fit. Today's group of knights arrived on schedule, and other than carrying the empty drawers back up to John's old room, the afternoon was pretty much like all the others. We ate. We had sex. We swam. We had sex. We relaxed in the hot tub, We had sex. After the knights had left, John selected an out fit for me to wear. It was a little sun dress, sleeveless and with an elasticized top that hugged my body along the tops of my breasts. It looked very innocent and almost little girl like. Of course it had a very short skirt, but it was still in style. I wore the gold chain around my neck almost constantly now that John had found three other places to attach my leash. As I said my outfit look innocent, on the outside. Underneath I wore only a white corset that reached to my hips. It was laced up very tightly, enough to begin to affect my breathing, but what it did for my figure was amazing. It also pushed my breasts way up, and they looked terrific under this dress. I also wore a half slip, but mostly to protect my skirt. Since we weren't going out I didn't wear nylons. A pair of summer sandals completed the outfit. We met is parents in the parlour about ten minutes before the usual dinner time. We chatted for a few minutes, during which Hillory complemented me on how "delicious" I looked. Company was to be Doctor Anderson from the museum, and his wife, and Olivia Douglas from the auction house. I have to say this for Hillory, she doesn't let any grass grow under her feet. Company arrived promptly, and there were introduction all round. Roger served cocktails. I was given a glass of white wine, John had a glass of juice. There was a very pleasant conversation about the lamps that I was very much a part of, until it was time for dinner. I hadn't mentioned this, but the Kingsly's have an outstanding cook. Tonight diner was Chateaubriand and it was excellent. During dinner the conversation continued about the lamps and antiques in general. Hillory explained to Doctor Anderson about my wish to donate the finest lamp to the museum in my parents memory. He said the museum would be honoured. Olivia complemented me on how knowledgable I was on the subject. I admitted that I had a flare for decorating, and had read many books on the subject, and on antiques as well. "Oh my god," Hillory exclaimed when they walked into the storage room after dinner! "I had no idea there were so many of them. Over the years I've been sending them down here as I had them removed from the different rooms in the house I never kept track of how many there were." "Yes, this is a veritable treasure trove," Olivia added. "I can tell you right off the bat, that there probably isn't a collection this large anywhere in the world. It's too large actually. If we were to put all these up for sale all at once it would seriously depress the market. I strongly suggest a period of three years, with small sales in each of the major cities across the country." "What ever you say," Robert said. The foundation will put the disposal of the collection completely in your hands." "Well I can tell you one thing for certain, It's going to take a month to appraise all this, then catalogue it, and package it for shipping. I think its best to leave everything here I don't want to attract any attention. I can have a small crew here to start work on Monday if that's all right with you. I'm afraid it will take a month." "That will be fine," Hillory said, still in a sort of shock. "But can we at least help Lawrence select the ones he wants for the museum tonight?" We walked along the rows and rows of shelves. John reported that he'd gone ahead and counted three hundred and fifty- three Tiffany lamps in assorted shapes and sizes. Olivia whistled, then said that at the least the collection had to be worth three million dollars. Maybe five or even six at the high end. "That one right there," Doctor Anderson said as he pointed excitedly. "That's the one for your parents memorial, Miss Moore. You see the museum has recently received the almost complete furnishings of the study of a famous Nobel prize winning scientist. I say almost complete, because a Tiffany floor lamp identical to that one was not donated. One of the relatives wanted it. See there it is in this photograph of the great man in his study. Robert and John carefully carried the lamp and its fragile shade out from the corner. It took several minutes because other lamps had to also be carefully moved from in front of it. In the mean time Olivia, was thumbing through a loose leaf notebook. "Yes here it is in the catalogue. Lost wax cast bronze base with twenty-two carat gilding, Fifty-eight inches tall, fitted for three lamps. The shade is a sunburst center, with the twelve signs of the zodiac around the perimeter. One of these, but with slight damage to the base, and the wiring removed, sold at auction six months ago in New York for seventy thousand dollars, This one in pristine condition and if everything works should fetch between ninety, and one hundred thousand dollars." "My word," gasped Hillory! "I really had no idea. Are you sure this is the one you want to donate Jill?" "Yes . My father really admired that man, I think it would be most fitting that my parents memorial be associated with his." "The museum will be recreating the study, exactly as it was when he won the prize. There will be a large plaque stating that the lamp is not original, but identical, and that it was donated in memory of your parents, especially to complete the display." Doctor Anderson explained. They continued walking and a dozen more lamps were selected for the museum. Each was marked with a label tied on with cotton string. We all returned upstairs and sat in the parlour chatting about the lamps. Olivia reported that her preliminary estimate of the value of the lamps selected for the museum was between seven hundred and nine hundred thousand. Two of the lamps were a matched pair of boudoir lamps, they were of very limited production, and none had ever come up for sale. They were so rare, she estimates that at auction avid collectors would easily pay seventy-thousand dollars for the pair. "If they're that rare then they certainly belong in a museum for everybody to see, instead of being in some private collection," Robert said. Hillory just shook her head in wonder. "Would it be ethical for you to set the value at the high limit," Robert asked? "The bookkeepers will need a firm value." "Yes it would. While the only way to establish an accurate market value, is to auction the items off, and let the museum bid highest. The foundation can then donate the money back to the museum. There are different ways to arrive at a value. If the items were mine, I would certainly insure them for the higher value." I will send you a written appraisal based on insurance value. It will be for nine hundred thousand for the lamps that the foundation is donating to the museum, and a hundred and twenty-five for the lamp Miss Moore is donating to the museum. Company left soon after that. Robert invited me into his study while John and Hillory went to the family room to watch television. We spent the better part of an hour, going over Robert's diary. He showed me all the intricacies of how lawyers calculate the charges to their clients. At the end he left me with a diary from several months back so I could use it for reference. When we rejoined the family, it was obvious that John had missed me. He decided that we should retire to our suite. Those were his words, our suite. I stopped one step inside the door of the suite and removed my dress. I carried it into the master bedroom following my master. After I hung it in the closet, I undressed him. He removed the gold chain from around my neck and carefully placed it on his dresser. I was handed my slave restraints and John stood and watched me putting them on. I was told to stand at the foot of the bed facing the bed. My master then stood on the bed and attached my wrists to hooks at the top of the bed posts I was stretched up and my arms were stretched out. My breasts, which were raised up by the corset were at the level of his penis. He placed it between them and pressed my breasts together with his hands. He masturbated himself with my breasts for a few minutes. It felt really erotic, having his very stiff member pressing into my soft breasts. Nobody had ever done this to me before. I looked down to watch the head appear and disappear into my cleavage. After a few minutes, he knelt on the bed and our mouths met in a long passionate kiss. "I don't care how aroused you get," my master said seriously. "You're not to orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?" "Yes master," I said, but I didn't really understand. This too was something new. I had been denied orgasms before, but I was never required to get permission. My master came off the bed and stood behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he started to fondle my breasts. The corset was getting in his way, so he stopped for a minute to remove it. I groaned when he stopped. I didn't want his hands to ever leave my body. When he returned he again stood behind me. This time his penis was between my legs, and because he was taller then I was, it pressed firmly against my pubis. He didn't try to enter either of my available holes but seemed content to just rub against the outside of my pubic lips. His hands continually fondled my breasts, and his kisses rained down the side of my neck and shoulders. He was driving me crazy. My arousal shot way up and I felt my first climax coming fast. Then I remembered I had to have permission. While I was still coherent, I blurted out my plea. I guess he could tell that I was almost there, because right away he broke contact with me completely. I was left hanging there, supporting all my weight on the balls of my feet and my out spread wrists. Suddenly the painfulness of my position hit my consciousness. It only fuelled my arousal. It wasn't enough. I felt my body slowly return to normal, but my arousal didn't drop any. I wanted to plead for an orgasm, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I knew I was going to get an orgasm, and I somehow also understood that it would be a huge one. I knew too that my master was the only one who would decide when I would have it. He returned to me and started again, and my arousal grew even higher. He kept up this regime of denial. Every time I was certain that I would finally orgasm, and desperately beg for permission, he would stop. But he would start again and drive my arousal even higher. When he returned the last time, he laid on the bed, with his head on a pillow, up between my legs. It started with a kiss on my nether lips. This was all new to me. Although I was required to preform this service for Vanessa, and Georgina, no one had ever done it for me. Now I knew why the twins wanted me to do it for them. John was much better at it than I was, This boy knew how to use his tongue to do much more than just mimic a small penis. Where could he have learned the affect that changing the firmness of the tongue would have on a woman? First he was hard and probing. Once inside he suddenly went soft and gently lapping and caressing my insides. Suddenly a wave of disappointment hit me. I realized that with his mouth busy doing these wonderful things to me, he wouldn't be able to give me permission to come. I realized that this time was not to be the time either. I suddenly felt rebellious. This felt so wonderful, that I was going to let myself come I wasn't going to beg for an orgasm, My master wouldn't know how close I was, and he wouldn't stop. I didn't care about the consequences. He could leave me immobile and tightly wrapped around a pipe post in the basement all night if he wanted to. This orgasm was going to be worth it. It was coming, I could feel it so close, like the hot breath of the wild animal that was chasing you in your nightmare. I was so lost in anticipation, that I didn't realize he stopped. He came right back to me. This time he was kneeling on the bed facing me, and his glorious penis was up inside me, slowly pumping. "You may come anytime now slave," he said quickly before his mouth locked on mine. For the first time I tasted myself on him. I was used to tasting myself on Jack's penis when ever I cleaned him off with my mouth after intercourse. But John and the knights always wore condoms. My taste went with the condom. As soon as I perceived my own taste it brought back the feeling of his tongue inside me and I climaxed, and climaxed, and climaxed. It seemed that there was a fresh orgasm everytime my master thrust into me. There was another bigger one, when he exploded into me. When we were able to speak again, I thanked him . As he started to unfasten me from the bed posts. I confessed that I was going to orgasm without his permission if he hadn't given it right then. He decided that sort of behaviour could not go unpunished. Taking the belt from his pants, he started to apply it to my body. I was surprised at how quickly my next orgasm came. and how quickly they followed on each other after that. 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