Message-ID: <51155asstr$1116011403@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: <20050513134324.71499.qmail@web53402.mail.yahoo.com> From: Al Deacon <deacon_al_j@yahoo.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 09:43:23 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Twelve by A. J. Deacon. codes T/F F/F TF/F T/FF bd con rom Lines: 677 Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 15:10:03 -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/Year2005/51155> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Twelve by A. J. Deacon. codes T/F F/F TF/F T/FF 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 Twelve "Well what can I say," Hillory started. "I guess you're not such an unusual case after all dear. I never expected to find another person with the same psychological profile as you so quickly and so close to home. I'm sure you understand exactly what the poor girl has been going through all these years. What surprises me is that some fellow hasn't taken advantage of her already. As you heard, I'm making her your personal maid, that's the both of you. Her responsibilities will be primarily to keep this suite clean and look after your laundry and such. She will continue to be an employee of the house, at her usual pay and benefit, and she'll still have her room, although I doubt she'll be using it all that much. I'm also relaxing the rule about fraternizing with the household staff, but only as far as it concerns Jenny. Both of you are free to use her in any way that befits the slave that she desperately wants to be. Remember to be discrete about this. It won't take long for the rest of the staff to find out what is going on, but try not to involve them as much as possible. "I'll speak with your father. He'll have a personal services contract drawn up. She's to be sent home tomorrow evening, and she's to stay there for the rest of the week to think about what she's letting herself in for. If she still wants to give herself in bondage, she's to sign the contract and get two witnesses to also sign it. I suggested a couple of her girlfriends who she trusts. She's to report back here Friday afternoon. If she's signed the contract she's to report directly to you. If she's changed her mind then she's to report back to Mrs. Jackson." "Oh thank you Mum," I cried jumping up and kissing her on the cheek. John stood up too and also thanked his mother. "I know this is a big responsibility for you John, I have every faith in you. I would never have agreed to this if I wasn't certain you could handle it. Although having Jenny increases your responsibility, I believe that in many ways by working together, the two girls will help each other get over this phase of their life much faster. Oh, by the way, I'm almost positive that Jenny isn't really gay. She's actually by-sexual. She thinks she's gay because she's never had a bondage experience with a male, therefore she's never enjoyed sex with a male. She's in for a pleasant surprise," she said. "Have fun." Hillory added as she left the suite. "Since she wants to be your slave, you will be responsible for her day to day supervision and discipline. If she does anything to displease me, I'll punish you," my master instructed me after his mother left. "During the times when I want to be intimate with you, you will give her something to do so she won't be in the way. As your master I reserve the right to take her any time and any way I please." "Of course master. You can treat her just like me. We're both your slaves." "No! She's not like you. I make love to you because I want to share an intimate emotional experience with the woman I love. I'll have sex with her, whenever I just want to get my rocks off. I'll be using her. I'll be loving you." "Thank you for saying that master," I said with tears in my eyes as I pulled him into a tight embrace and a very passionate kiss. We were still kissing when there was a light tapping at the door. John opened it a crack to see who it was before opening it all the way. "Come in Jenny," He said simply. "You will always strip naked as soon as you pass through this door. You will dress again as the last thing you do every time you leave the suite." She nodded humbly and shyly started removing her uniform. "There is no need for you to knock before you enter this suite or any room in it." He continued. "A slave entering a room doesn't change anything. A fly doesn't change anything by flying into a room, neither does a slave. No! You may leave those on." John added as Jenny started to remove her black nylons and garter belt. She stood there naked with her arms at her side and head humbly bowed. For the first time I looked at her naked breasts. They had also been very recently pierced. There was still some redness in the nipples. Her breasts were a little larger than mine. In fact her whole body was a little bit larger than mine. She was plumper than I was, but if she did exercises with me, most of that will be gone in a few weeks. "Another thing," my master continued, "When ever you find yourself in the same room as I am, you will be on your knees." She immediately went to her knees. "When you move about you will do it on your hands and knees. It will be up to your mistress to decide how you act when I'm not with you. But as soon as I walk into the same room you're in you will drop to your knees. If you're doing something you will stop what you are doing and kowtow, until I tell you what to do or if I leave the room. You will speak to me only if I speak to you first. Always keep in mind that I can and will use you, in any way I wish any time I wish. As the slave of a slave, your place is on the floor. You will never sit or lay on any piece of furniture, unless you are ordered to. Is all that clear?" "Yes master," she said from her kowtow position. "Good. I'll leave you two alone for now, I'm going to do my exercises." I gave him a hug and a kiss before he left. I knew I would miss him. I enjoyed watching his nude body moving and straining, just as much as he enjoyed watching mine. I understood that he was giving me a chance to establish my mastery over Jenny. She needed to know that she was my slave first and foremost. "For the time being, slave, you will always be on your hands and knees, unless you are ordered to do something that requires you to be otherwise. Now follow me." I led her into our bedroom and positioned her near the foot of the bed. There was a small oval braided rug on the floor. It was just big enough for her to curl up on. That will be your bed, unless I decide you're to spend the night tied up somewhere else. If I get the impression that you're really being a better then excellent slave, I might give you a blanket for the night. But if you displease us, you will sleep with your wrists and ankles tied together, behind your back. Has anybody ever slapped you or hit you?" "Only a couple of times, mistress. When I was very young, my parents spanked me." "Can I assume that you never told anyone about your fantasies?" "You and the master are the first I told about it, mistress" "So you've never been tied up?" "No mistress, not even in play." "Well you're going to be now. Go into the bathroom and bring me a clean bath towel." I stood an watched as she crawled on her hands and knees. Her puffy red, pubic lips stood out between her pale thighs. I noticed that Jenny didn't have any sort of a tan. While she was gone, I took one of John's belts from the closet and placed it on the bed. She returned walking on her knees, carrying the towel in her arms. "Always carry things above the level of your head. You must never hide any part of your body, not even your face. Fold the towel in half and drape it across the end of the bed," I instructed when she reached the bed. I sat on the bed with my legs wide open. "Show me how good you are with your mouth," I ordered. She could see that I was having my period by the string from the tampon, but that didn't even slow her one bit. She was very good. It only took her several minutes to bring me to my first orgasm. I didn't tell her to stop, so she continued. After I calmed down a little, I took John's belt and started whipping her back, lightly at first. Soon I was swatting her quite hard. She soon started moaning each time the end of the belt wrapped around her ass and landed on her already painful pubis. Jenny reached her first orgasm, before I reached my second. She continued pleasuring me all through her orgasm, and I continued using the belt. She reached her second orgasm only seconds after I reached mine. This one hit her so hard, she fainted and fell back on the floor. She lay there unconscious as her body convulsed. I rushed to the bathroom and returned with several cold wash cloths. I applied one to her forehead and upper face, and the second around her throat. I rubbed her body with a cold wet cloth in each hand. She stopped twitching and soon her breathing returned to near normal. She slowly raised her left hand and used the cloth on her forehead to wipe her face. I was sitting crossed legged on the floor beside her as she started to go into the kowtow position. Part of the way she wrapped her arms around my waist and fell back to the floor with her head in my lap and she cried like a baby for a while as I slowly stroked my fingers through her hair, all damp and sweaty now. "Are you OK now slave," I asked when she had stopped crying, but was still hugging me tightly. "Oh yes, mistress. That was the greatest experience of my life mistress. I've never cum like that before ever. Will it always be like this?" "No," I said smiling down at her. "Nothing will ever equal a slave's first orgasm at the hand of her master or mistress." I put my arms under her shoulders and pulled her up to my face. She kissed me like no one has ever kissed me before, not John or even Jack. I have never felt such emotion in a kiss. It seemed like all the years of pent up lust and longing were gushing out of her in one flood. "Did it bother you that I'm having my period?" "No mistress. It only added to my arousal. I have done this with other girls during their periods a couple of times before. " I was about to take her into the shower, when John returned to our bedroom. "Hello master did the exercises go well?" "Yes thank you. Did your time go well too?" "Yes master, Thank you. Please master may I ask a favour?" "That depends on what it is." "Well it seems that my slave is still a virgin in her rectum. Can I ask you to take that virginity now?" I could see Jenny's eyes grow large with fear and her face blush red with shame. She bit her lip to keep from speaking out in protest. "You mean right now? I was just going to shower, I'm all sweaty." "That's alright, master. We're all sweaty too. Just look at the beautiful behind master. Doesn't it just cry our to be taken." John came over and ran a hand across the two cheeks, I could feel Jenny shudder under his touch. Her eyes looked into mine pleading. I couldn't tell if they were pleading for me to prevent the raping of her virgin sphincter, or if she was pleading for me to hasten it. "Let me prepare her for you master." I volunteered as he knelt on one knee and was exploring between her legs. Without standing up, I moved her so that she was resting her chest and head on the foot of the bed. I had moved the towel I sat on so that the wet spot was directly beneath her mouth and nose. From the drawer of the night table, I took out the ropes John had used to tie me to the bed. I tied her right wrist to the post on this side of the head of the bed. I moved to the foot of the bed and tied a rope just above her right knee. I pulled her leg out as wide as I could and tied the other end of the rope to the leg of the bed.. I then did the same thing to the other side of her body. While I was securing my new slave to the bed, John had finished taking off his clothes. I picked up a pillow, and the tube of lubricant from the drawer in the other night table. The pillow I dropped on the floor between my slaves out spread legs. The tube I dropped into my master's hand. Laying down with most of my body under the bed so I wouldn't be in John's way. I reached up and with a hand on each ass cheek, I spread Jenny's behind for my master. He went about the business of making sure she was well lubricated, then applied some on himself. It took him several minutes to succeed in burying his penis fully in her rectum. Throughout this Jenny moaned continuously, and I could feel her body trembling. Once John had established his tempo and was easily moving in and out, I let go of her cheeks and moved my hands to her pubic lips. With one hand I worked on her clitoris, and with the other I pulled on the rings. Jenny had three orgasms before John exploded into her rectum. While the two lay catching their breath. I scurried from under the bed and undid Jenny's bindings. When John finally stood up, Jenny came and kowtowed at his feet. Without being told, she kissed and licked his feet, until he gave her permission to speak. She thanked him for using her so well, and added that it was the first time she had ever gotten any pleasure while having sex with a male. John accepted her gratitude, and ordered us all into the shower. We let Jenny lead the way on her hands and knees, so we could look at her behind swaying. John and I followed with our arms around each other's waist. After the shower, and we were all dried, it was almost time for dinner. John informed Jenny that she was to continue taking her meals with the staff or now. He suggested that eventually she would be fed scraps from the family table, which she would eat from bowls set on the floor, without using her hands. Jenny blushed and shuddered upon hearing this, but said nothing. She was ordered to help John and I dress, then followed us on her hands and knees, out to the door of the suite. We waited while she put her uniform on. John commented that her uniform left a lot to be desired. The skirt was way too long and the top, which buttoned all the way to the throat, should show a lot of cleavage. I suggested she wait until John and I had left so she wouldn't have to crawl on her hands and knees out in the hall. Dinner was a pleasant affair as usual. Hillory inquired about Jenny, when we first got there. John said that she was getting along OK, and he felt that she would be a welcome addition to our suite. Jenny was never mentioned again during dinner. John asked for transportation to his school tomorrow so he could pick up admission forms for the four knight that I would be sponsoring there. Roger suggested that John go after lunch, so that he would have a chance to call the principal and enquire about their admission first. He felt certain that the school would never deny admission to anybody that the Kingsly's recommended, but one needs to go through the proper procedure, so that nobody's toes get stepped on and no one's nose is out of joint. Roger laughed and reminded everybody that this was about the time of the year when the foundation started talks with the school about next years donation. So he could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Roger and Hillory were going out this evening, when we excused ourselves form the table, we said our good byes as well. As soon as we came out of the stair way on our level and entered the hall that led to our suite, we saw Jenny kneeling, with her back against the wall beside our door. Right away I noticed that her uniform was different. We were too far away to make out detail, but you could see a lot more of her legs than should have been visible, and even from here there was no mistaking the pale skin of her breasts against the black of the uniform. Jenny was showing a lot of cleavage. We only had a few seconds to notice because as soon as she heard our steps on the hall way floor she went into the kowtow position. "Did I see what I thought I saw?" John asked in surprise. "I think so master. She must have changed uniforms." "Obviously, but where did she get that one, in just over an hour on a Sunday afternoon." When we reached her she remained in position and John and I walked around her. As we expected, her position caused the short skirt to be pulled way up at the back, exposing most of her naked behind, and all of her pubis between her legs. "Very nice, Jenny. Stand up and let us get a good look at you." John said. She stood and slowly turned around for us, blushing all the time. The top of the uniform had a plunging neckline that went almost to the waist. Not only were most of her breasts exposed, but it was possible to get your hands in there and fondle them quite easily. The skirt was cut so short that it didn't quite reach the tops of her black nylons. The flash of white skin stood out against the black of the skirt and the black of the nylons. As she was standing, you couldn't tell that she was naked under her skirt, but if she bent over, or reached up with both hands, or even if you were sitting down, that fact would quickly become apparent. "Where did you get this uniform, Jenny," I asked "Do you like it mistress, master? It's one of my older uniforms, I altered it during my dinner break. If you like it I can alter all my uniforms this way." "You did this, in less than an hour?" I was amazed "Oh yes mistress. I'm very good at sewing, I've always been good with a needle and thread. At one time I had dreams of becoming a dress designer. I've changed the buttons. These are only for show now. I used velcro to keep the uniform closed. See," she said as she easily pulled the fabric apart and allowed the garment to fall to the floor. Once again she wore only a black garter belt and nylons. I bent down and picked up the discarded uniform, and examined the work that Jenny did. In spite of the little time she had, even if she had eaten her dinner while she worked, or even if she hadn't eaten dinner at all, I found her workmanship to be excellent. It wasn't obvious before, but there was a lot of new stitching inside the bodice. She had also altered it to shape, support, and present her breasts, without the need of a bra. John opened the door, and jenny went to her knees right away. She preceded us into the suite. I stopped at the door and took off my dress, which I gave to Jenny, along with her uniform, with instruction to put them in the bedroom. John and I stood together, and he put his arm around my waist and hugged me to his side as we watched our new slave walk on her knees, holding the neatly folded clothes above her head. "Well what are we going to do for the rest of the evening." My master asked when Jenny left the room. "What ever you wish, master." "We can watch some TV, but I'm sure you and Jenny can think of something better." "Well you can watch the TV, master, while I teach Jenny how to do fellatio the way you like it." "Just how are you going to do that while I'm watching TV?" "We'll keep our heads down so we won't block your view of the TV, master. Just leave it up to me. I've got it all figured out. "This I've got to see," he laughed as he headed for his chair. "Perhaps you might want to get really comfortable, and take your cloths off first master," I said before he sat down, then went to him and helped him undress. "Come over here, Jenny." I instructed from my position, kneeling at John's feet while he sat and watched TV. For almost an hour, we teased our master. I would demonstrate a certain technique, then have her do it. I stopped her many times to correct some small flaw. When I was satisfied that she had it right, I'd demonstrate the next technique. Finally it got to be too much for him and he grabbed Jenny's head and pulled her against his groin and exploded into her mouth. She couldn't swallow fast enough and some of his semen drooled down her chin and onto her breast. I quickly pulled her to me and licked it up before it fell to the floor. I was explaining to Jenny how important it was that our master's precious semen never be wasted when he interrupted. "All right you two. That's enough. Go off and play quietly somewhere and leave me to finish watching this show." "Thank you master," I said bending down and giving him a passionate kiss. "Heel Jenny!" I said as I headed toward our bedroom. She followed behind on her hands and knees. I positioned her kneeling on the bed facing the foot of the bed. I tied each ankle to a post at the head of the bed so her knees were spread wide. I helped her to lay back so that her legs were doubled over, and her ankles were near her hips. I put a couple of pillows under her shoulders. Before she dropped her head back, she looked at herself, and when she saw how open and exposed she was, she blushed and her breathing accelerated. Then I tied each of her wrists to a post at the foot of the bed, pulling as tight as I could. This caused her back to arch so that her ass was lifted up off the bed, and her pubis was even more open.. Her head hung down from the pillows, and it was too awkward for her to look at her own body. This position was very similar to the position I had spent many days in, during my internet bondage days. I came at her from between her legs. She couldn't see me, and gave up a surprised little yelp when I kissed her pubic lips. I worked on her with my mouth until I had her moaning. I told her she was not allowed to cum until she had gotten my permission. When I thought she had about all she could stand. I left her to cool for a bit while I went and relieved myself in the bathroom. I went directly to her head when I returned and positioned myself so the she could satisfy me with her mouth. It was very uncomfortable for her, but I knew that the discomfort was adding to her arousal. Because of the position she was in it was impossible for us to sixty-nine. Every time she got me almost ready to cum, I'd slid myself up her body and work on her. She tried very hard to bend her neck to try to keep contact with my pussy, but she had to give up. Just as she was about to climax, I'd abandon her and slide back down pushing my pubis into her face. I kept this up until my master finished watching TV and entered the bedroom. He was still naked and upon seeing his two naked slaves playing with each other, he became very aroused. I pointed at Jenny's wide open and available pubis, and he got the message right away. He got on the bed between her legs and thrust all the way into her in one stab. I felt the vibrations as she moaned into my pubic lips. John and I both bent forward over her strained body and kissed each other passionately as he thrust into the helpless slave beneath us. Jenny came very hard, but didn't miss a beat as she continued to pleasure me with her mouth. I came only seconds before him, and when he exploded into her, Jenny came again. John and I went into the bathroom to relieve ourselves and get ready for sleep, leaving our slave uncomfortable on the bed. Each of us worked on one side as we quickly freed Jenny after we got back. She was sent into the bathroom to prepare for the night, while we made our preparations for her. Jenny left the room on her hands and knees, and returned the same way. We were standing near the foot of the bed and she came and knelt in the kowtow position at our feet. John pulled her up and kissed her good night, and I did the same. She was told to squat, then I handed her an opened padlock and pointed at the chain. She understood what was needed, and wrapped the end of the chain around her right ankle and passed the shank of the lock through two links and locked it. She demonstrated that she could not slip the loop of steel over her ankle and that she was securely chained. The other end of the chain was locked around the leg at the foot of the bed on John's side. The chain was long enough so that she could reach her master, and pleasure him in any way he wished. On our master's order she put her hands behind her back, and he snapped the hand cuffs on her. Jenny curled up into a ball on her side, and closed her eyes, when she was told to go to sleep. She had a contented smile on her lips. John and I spent the night comfortably cuddled in the bed in each other's arms. I awoke first, because of an urgent need to relieve myself. When I returned it was almost time to wake up our master. I went to Jenny and found her already awake. She looked tired as if she didn't get too much sleep. This was understandable considering her predicament. She had only a small rug to curl up on. If she wanted to stretch out, it would mean that most of her would be lying on the hardwood floor. Her hands were locked behind her back, so this left her with no choices for a comfortable position. If she lay on her back, then there would be a lot of weight on her hands and arms. The steel hand cuffs digging into her wrists would hurt like hell in no time at all. Laying on her side, meant that there was no support for her head, and it would have to hang with her neck at a sharp angle. Her best choice was actually the kowtow position, with her forehead resting on the floor. Her next best position was to stretch her legs out off the rug, and lay on her tummy. As soon as Jenny saw me coming towards her, she flashed me a very bright smile, and went into the kowtow position. I reached down and helped her to her feet with a hand under her shoulder. She melted into my arms as we shared our good morning kiss. When I reached between her legs, I found she was already wet. I whispered that it was time to awaken our master and directed her to his side of the bed. John preferred to sleep on his back most of the time so this made it easy for us. I slowly pulled the sheet down to expose his body and stood for a moment admiring his physique. I noticed Jenny doing the same. Not what you'd expect from a girl who claims to be gay. On my signal we both started to kiss and lick his penis and testicles. He erected very quickly, and then we also took turns putting him in our mouth. When Jenny had it in her mouth I would take one of his testicles into mine, and vice versa. She remembered everything I had taught her last night. When our master came it was into Jenny mouth, and this time she managed to swallow it all. We lay for a few minutes. We made a John sandwich, as we each lay on either side of him with our heads resting on his shoulders, and one of his arms around each of us. John indicated it was time to get up, and Jenny went to her knees on the floor on his side of the bed. As he walked by he unlocked the hand cuffs from her wrists. My master and I went into the bathroom, to shower and prepare for the day leaving our slave chained to the bed. When we returned she was in the kowtow position, but she had already made the bed, and laid out a set of underwear for John. While she helped him put on his underwear, I selected a pair of shorts and a tee shirt for him. She helped him put these on while I picked out a sundress to wear. I quickly slipped it over my head and let her do up the fastener at the back. I handed her the key to the pad lock on her ankle, and John and I went up to breakfast, leaving Jenny to shower then start cleaning the suite. During breakfast, Hillory gave us instructions about the crew from the auction house, that was due here very shortly. We wouldn't have to stay with them all day. It was only necessary to be there to greet them, show them to the store room, and where the nearest washrooms were. They would be arriving at the receiving door. Hillory added that they can use the tables on the terrace off the swimming pool to eat their lunches, so we should also show them how to get there. John's mother never made mention of Jenny. After the meal we said our good byes, and Robert and Hillory left for their work in the city. John took my plate, and added an assortment of breakfast food to what I hadn't finished. He cut everything up into small pieces and mashed everything together so it looked like an indelectable mess, then handed the plate to me. As we were leaving the table he also picked up the bowl that I had my grapefruit in, emptied it, and brought it along. Back in our suite, we found Jenny busy dusting in the living room. She went to the kowtow position as soon as we stepped through the door. John took the plate of food from me so I could remove my dress. He set it on the coffee table, and took the bowl into the bedroom. He returned with it half full of water and set it down on the floot near Jenny's head. He ordered her to put her hands behind her back, and locked the hand cuffs on them. I was ordered to bring the plate of food and also placed it on the floor. "While you're eating," Our master said, "I'm going to use you from behind. You may come anytime, but if you come before you finish your food, then when I come it will be all over your plate, and you will have to eat that too. Do you understand?" "Yes master," she answered humbly and started to lap up the food. She came twice before John did, and she wasn't even half finished the food. True to his word, when he was about to climax, he pulled out of her and knelt beside her head, and shot all over her food. She took some water from the bowl and rinsed her mouth and swallowed it. When John had finished coming, she took him into her mouth and cleaned him off with her tongue and lips. "Thank you master," she said humbly, but with a contented look, and put her head down and returned to finishing her now semen covered meal. I helped John get dressed again, and he left to go and wait for the visiting work crew. Jenny must have been very hungry, because she licked her plate clean. I learned later that in fact she had skipped dinner last night to work on her uniform. When she finished eating, I unlocked her wrists and she continued her cleaning, while I went into the study to finish building my new computer. ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+