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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!
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The story should not be read by anyone under the legal
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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. I
lost track of the number a long time before I lost
consciousness.
	
 

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