Maid Elizabeth

The story continues. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com or post a review.

It was 6:00 AM when I returned to release Elizabeth. The control box had just started another round of stimulation as I walked into the room. The whines that she had previously emitted at the start of each cycle were replaced with a barely audible groan. I walked over and flipped the switch off on the box and pulled the vibrator away from her sex. The girl’s cunt lips and clit were fiery red and swollen from the nearly 12 hours torment. 

Crouching beside her head, I lifted her ashen face and removed the ring gag. Elizabeth tried to speak, but between her cramped jaw muscles and total exhaustion, all that came out were breathy whispers.

“SShhh, Don’t try to talk. Drink this.” I said as I lifted a sports drink to her lips.

Sip by sip she drank the fluid until nearly half the bottle was gone. Now that she had a little boost, I wanted to make one last imprint in her mind before this session was over. I walked behind the girl and lowered my boxer shorts. I knew that her pussy had to have gone bone dry several hours earlier, so I lubed my cock liberally and placed the head against her inflamed entrance.

“I trust that you have learned your lesson tonight?”

She barely shook her head and whispered “yes sir”

“Yes, I believe you have.” I said as I started to inch my way past her abused lips.

Elizabeth made little squeaking sounds as I gently moved in and out of her vagina. Eventually, despite her exhaustion the girl began to respond and I began to pick up the pace until I was fucking her with a steady rhythm. I was surprised when she whispered a faint.

“Please Sir, may I cum.”

Nearing my own orgasm, I began to rapidly fuck her pussy and told her, “Yes Elizabeth cum for me, cum for your Master.”

As I released my sperm, her head raised and I felt the muscles in her body go rigid as she orgasmed for the last of countless times that night. As quickly as her peak came, it was gone as she collapsed from exhaustion astride the bench.

As soon as my head cleared, I withdrew from her sex and began unstrapping her limp body. Picking her up in my arms, she snuggled her head against my chest and purred like a kitten as we ascended the stairs.

I carried her through my bedroom and into the bath and lowered her into a tub of warm water that I had filled before going down to the dungeon. She flinched as her battered sex met the warm water, but soon let out a moan of relaxation as I settled her into the tub. Taking a soft cloth with a squirt of body wash, I gently washed the sweat and sex from her body. I had to hold each of her slender legs out of the water in order to wash her feet and legs. She didn’t have the strength to hold them up herself. I then sat her up so I could wash and rinse her sweat matted hair, returning it to its normal silky luster.

Reclining her back in the tub I told her to relax and soak for awhile as I went downstairs and prepared an ice pack for her sore pussy.

She was asleep in the tub when I returned. Her eyes opened slightly as I kissed her on the forehead and helped her stand so I could dry her off and carry her to bed.

I laid her gently on the bed and parted her thighs so I could place the ice pack against her inflamed pussy. She jumped and hissed at the first contact with the cold pack, but quickly relaxed. Before she drifted off to sleep, she looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you Sir.” The girl then slept for most of the next 24 hrs.

From that day forward, it was as if everything snapped into place for Elizabeth. Her household duties were done flawlessly. I could see the pride that she took in her duties and herself as she glided through the house. The only downside was that perhaps my work suffered. I would see her beautiful ass presented as she bent over to dust the coffee table and I would have to put work aside so I could take one of her holes in that position.

Her submission grew in the dungeon as well. Elizabeth became more and more excited by the pain of the lash. Perhaps her favorite torment was being bound to the St. Andrews Cross while having her tits whipped with the heavy flogger. I would then place weighted clamps on her hard nipples and vigorously fuck her pussy, thus making the clamps bounce and pull on her nipples as she begged for permission to cum.

The only punishment session that I recall from that time forward was due to clumsiness rather that disobedience. While dusting one day, she knocked over and broke a small picture frame that was given to me by a business associate. It wasn’t a big deal, but I used it as an excuse to try something new on the girl

I lectured her thoroughly, pretending to be more upset than I really was, and marched her to the dungeon. I sat her up on the horse and tied her in place with her hands bound to the beam above and each ankle secured to rings in the floor to insure her slit was pulled firmly down on the beveled edge of the horse. Taking down a crop, I slapped her firm little tits and ass until they glowed red and tears streamed down her face. Elizabeth had ridden the horse before and while it painful, she had learned to deal with it. What she didn’t know, was that this time I was going to add a different twist.

Without saying a word, I left her astride the horse and went upstairs to the kitchen. I removed a hand of ginger root from the crisper, cut off one of the “fingers” to peel it and fashion it into a small butt plug.

Returning to the dungeon and held the ivory colored plug in front of her face and asked,

“Do you know what this is?

Elizabeth shook her head as she answered, “No Sir.”

“It’s called a fig. I could tell you all about it, but instead, I think I’ll just let it be a surprise.”

With that, I walked around behind the girl and pushed on the small of her back, thus tilting her hips and exposing her puckered little asshole. I slid the fig in and relaxed the pressure on her back allowing her hips to resume their natural position. Stepping back in front of the girl I noticed a confused look in her eyes. It was if she was saying, “Ok, what happens now”.

In about 30 seconds, her question was answered. Her eyes grew in size as the burning in her rectum kicked in and sweat popped out all over her body.

“O fuck!!” she shouted as she began rocking her hips to escape the icy/hot effect of the ginger.

“Remain silent”, I cautioned her as the sensation became more intense.

For the next 5 minutes, her hips thrust uncontrollably. She had never felt anything that matched this for intensity. As she reached the point where she thought she would have to cry out, she noticed that the intensity of the ginger tapering off. As the pain in her ass receded, Elizabeth detected a tingle in her pussy and clit. Knowing that the secondary effect of the fig was beginning, I grabbed a vibrator and slid it along the top of the horse until it made contact with her clit.

Elizabeth groaned as the contact with her button caused her to jump and land hard on her pelvic bone.

“Steady now. You’re going to hurt yourself” I warned her as I again edged the vibrator against her clit. I ground the toy against her sex for only a few minutes when Elizabeth closed her eyes and arched her head back as the stimulation brought her closer the edge.

While remembering my command to remain silent, she jerked her head forward and her eyes screamed for permission to cum. Finally, after seeing that see wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, I granted her permission. She let out a long wail of anguished pleasure as the waves crashed over her body.

“OOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The French call an orgasm “le petite fatale” the small death. I think that Elizabeth would have agreed with that as she rocked back and forth on the horse and jolts of energy zipped through her nervous system.

The weeks went by in normal fashion, or as normal as they can be when you have a beautiful naked slave girl to fuck or whip at your discretion. Until, one morning I was going through my mail when I noticed an invitation from my old friend Tim. He was having a collaring ceremony for his new slave. I’m not really into BDSM parties and scenes. They have always struck me as being a little too theatrical and pretentious, but for Tim, I made plans to attend. I called Elizabeth in and told her that the event was a week from Friday and that she would be attending with me.

The girl’s eyes lit up as she replied “Thank you sir.”

I guess that I had taken it for granted that the girl had not been out in public since she had came to me several weeks ago.

“Very well then, I will see about getting you something appropriate to wear. You are about a size 4, is that correct?”

“Yes Sir” she replied. “Sir, may I ask, what type of dress is appropriate for this type of event?”

I replied, “You will see everything from leather and chains to tuxedos on the Doms. The slaves will range from completely nude to cocktail dresses. As this is your first event, I will find you something that is sexy but not immodest.”

Blushing, Elizabeth replied, “Thank you Sir.”

As the day of the event drew closer, I refrained from using any implement that might leave a mark during our play and allowed her to lay out in the sun a couple of hours each afternoon to replenish her tan. Perhaps I am a bit vain, but I wanted her to turn heads when we entered the room.

The evening of the event, we both showered and as Elizabeth was fixing her hair and makeup, I put on my tux and laid out the slinky white strapless dress and a pair of black, high heeled, strappy sandals that I had gotten for her. No, I’m not current in women’s fashions, but I have a friend as Sachs that takes care of these things for me.

As she walked out of the bathroom, Elizabeth stopped half way and her jaw dropped open when she saw the outfit.

“Sir, it’s beautiful,” she said as she rushed over and held the dress up in front of her naked body.

I sat back in a chair as she put on the dress and shoes as if it were her first prom dress. It struck me as funny that after being nude for weeks, it didn’t even occur to her to look for underwear to put on before the dress.

I twirled my finger and she spun around to show me the back of the dress. After seeing her nude for so long, seeing just her naked shoulders and long tan legs was quite intriguing.

So, dressed to the nines, we went downstairs and out through the garage. I opened the car door for her, got behind the wheel and headed off to the big event. Her smile beamed continuously as we drove down the road.

It was about twenty minutes to the seemingly abandoned warehouse that was owned by a mutual friend of Tim and me. We were met in front of the building by a valet who politely took my keys and a tip. I offered Elizabeth my arm as we walked through the entrance being held open by a doorman.

As we entered the building, Elizabeth stopped and audibly gasped as she saw the party spread out before her. She looked like a little kid seeing the circus for the first time. There were Doms leading their subs around by leashes, some walking behind and some crawling. Her eyes got wide when she saw one male sub that was being led by a leash attached to a ring through his scrotum.

Nude waitresses carried trays of champagne; each had a small, cup shaped, tip basket that was suspended by a chain that had each end clamped to their nipples. The guests, of course, all tipped with change in order to increase the weight that in turn increased the bite of the clamps.

I took two glasses from one of the servants as she passed by and flipped a half dollar in basket adding further weight to her already distended nipples.

She curtseyed and said “Thank you Sir” and then turned to offer other guests a drink.

Elizabeth observed, “I would try and get as few tips as possible, if I were them.”

“Don’t be so sure about that. These girls are judged by the amount of tips they get during the night. The lowest earners suffer a lot more than just having her nipples pulled”

“O” Elizabeth replied sheepishly as she took a sip of her drink.

We proceeded into the main room where we could the see the stage that the ceremony would take place. There stretched, naked, in an X between to stone columns was a beautiful young blond girl. To each side of the columns were her two, soon to be, sister slaves each also naked with their cuffed wrists hooked above their heads.

Elizabeth followed along behind me as we made our way to the front.  Tim stood there talking to one of his guests as he admired the displayed girl.

Tim excused himself from his guest and shot out his hand as we walked near.

“Jake, how have you been.” As he shock my hand. “I haven’t seen you for awhile.”

“I been pretty busy lately,” I said as I turned towards Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, this is Master Tim”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sir.” Elizabeth meekly replied as she held out her hand.

Tim wrapped both hands around her small hand and looked at me.

“Yes, I can see that you’ve been very busy. She’s quite lovely.” Tim said as he scanned up and down the girl’s body, causing a little giggle to slip from Elizabeth’s lips.

I stepped over to the three girls attached to the columns with Tim and Elizabeth following behind.

Fastened to the outside of the left column was Rebecca, Tim’s first slave. She is in her early thirties with long red hair and the slightly rounded body of a mature woman.

“You’re looking well Rebecca,” I said as I walked up to her.

Rebecca replied, “Thank you Master Jake, as are you.”

From the other column I heard a familiar “Hello Master Jake.”

Glancing around I replied. “Hello Kristine.”

Kristine is Tim’s second slave, a rather tall brunette with bubbly personality that keeps her in constant trouble for talking when she has been told to be silent.

“Kristine, I told you that you were to speak only when spoken to. Do I have to gag you again tonight?” Tim said as he gave me one of those, “what are you going to do”, looks.

I stepped before the columns to get a closer look at Tim’s newest addition. Stretched before me was a beautiful young blond. She possessed a taunt athletic body and full tits that begged for the whip. As I looked into her green eyes, I could see a hint of fear. I didn’t know whether it was fear of the torment that she was about to face or the commitment she was about to enter.

As I gazed upon the girl, Tim spoke up. “Jake, this is Anna. Anna this is Master Jake.”

“Pleased to meet you Sir.” The girl said in a soft voice.

“Pleased to meet you Anna.” I replied

Turning towards Tim, I commented “Very nice”

“Yes, I’m quite proud of her. She came to me about a month ago and has responded to her training very well. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that she is still a virgin, well at least for a few more minutes.”

“You mean that you haven’t” I asked Tim skeptically.

“No, when I found out that she was still intact, I decided to save her cherry for this day. Of course her mouth and ass have had plenty of training in the past few weeks.”

I noticed Anna blushing as her intimate details were discussed so matter of factly. As Tim and I talked, Elizabeth walked silently around the three captive girls getting more and more turned on by their bondage.

She thought that each looked so beautiful. Having their hands tied above them made each girls breast rise higher on their chests and their stomach flatten out beautifully.

She daydreamed of being put on display in front of strangers, each one leering at hungrily at her naked body. Some might even grab and twist her nipples, while others would roughly thrust their fingers in which ever of her orifices they chose.

Deep in thought, Elizabeth walked away without saying a word and returned to my side. She was suddenly feeling very self conscious about the fact she was dressed. With the three girls on display and most of the slaves in the crowd naked, her beautiful dress somehow made her feel odd, as if she didn’t belong here.

Tim announced that the ceremony was about to begin and requested that everyone please take a seat. Arranged in a semi circle around the stage were plush leather winged back chairs, each with a square of white silk lying on the floor beside it for the slave to set.

As I sat down in one the chairs, Elizabeth asked me,

“Sir, may I remove my dress.”

“Do you not like it,” I queried.

“No Sir, it’s beautiful, it’s just that all of the other slaves are naked and I…..” her voice trailed off.

Smiling, I told her to take off her dress and give it to one of the waitresses to take care of. In a flash she was out of the dress, handing it off to one of the servants and was setting with her legs curled beside her on the floor.

I lifted her chin with my index finger to look into her green eyes, I told her, “You are the most beautiful slave here.”

Blushing, Elizabeth replied “Thank you Sir”

Tim walked to the center of the stage and began the ceremony.

“I would like welcome everyone and thank you for being here tonight. As you know, we are here tonight to initiate a new slave into my family.”

There was a polite round of applause as Tim walked over to the bound trio.

“For those of you who don’t know, on the left is my first slave Rebecca, on the right is Kristine and tonight’s centerpiece is, soon to be my newest slave, Anna.” Tim announced followed be polite applause from the audience.

Turning to Rebecca, Tim asked, “Rebecca do you accept Anna as your sister and do you agree to share both her pleasure and her pain?”

Rebecca nodded and said, “Yes Sir.”

Tim walked around to Kristine and asked the same question, to which she replied, “Yes Sir.”

He then stood in front of the blond beauty, who stood stretched before him.

“Anna, do you offer yourself for initiation into my family as a slave and do you offer your pain and your screams as proof of your devotion?”

Her trembling voice answered “Yes Sir.”

Tim then removed his tuxedo jacket and tie, set them aside and picked up a long heavy flogger. Walking first to Rebecca, he told her that she may scream if she needed as he drew back the lash and landed it with a heavy thud across the girl’s tits. A loud screech escaped her lips as the thong dug into her breasts. Tim had obviously decided that this was not a night for warm up lashes. As her tits absorbed the next five blows the thud of the flogger was follow by a piercing scream as tears ran down her face.

Lowering the whip, he walked over to Kristine’s column. Tim instructed her to turn and face the stone. Her hands already stretched above her, the girl had to tip toe away from the column to allow her enough room to turn around and present her ass for the whip. Once again five loud splats were followed by five louder screams.

As Tim walked round to stand in front of Anna, I glanced down to see Elizabeth. It was if the girl was in a trance as she watched the stage. I chuckled to myself at how staged and rehearsed to whole ceremony seemed, but it was obviously very moving to Elizabeth.

Tim asked Anna “Is there anything that you would like to say to your new sisters?”

In a trembling voice, she spoke. “Thank you for taking me as your sister and for sharing my pain.”

Tim drew back the flogger and landed the thongs squarely across the top of her tits

“EEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”, the girl screamed

The next blow landed slightly lower catching the underside of her tits, causing them to bounce upward.

“EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” again her scream echoed through the room.

Those screams continued as Tim laid eight more lashes across the front of her body, stopping just above the girl’s knees.

Tim then sat the flogger down and released Rebecca and Kristine and ordered them to pleasure their new sister.

Rebecca dropped to her knees before the girl and began to run her tongue up and down her aroused slit, causing Anna to rise up on her toes.

Kristine stepped up behind Rebecca and leaned in to suck and nibble on Anna’s nipples.

Tim picked the flogger up and took up position behind Anna. Before applying the lashes to her back, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You may cum when you feel the kiss of the tenth lash.”

Anna nodded in affirmation as her head swam from the pain of the whip and the pleasure that was being supplied by her sisters.

Tim stepped back and to the side and laid the first lash across her should blades causing the girl’s head to snap back and a loud howl to escape her lips.

Between her sisters working on her pussy and nipples and the flogger, Anna’s body was writhing constantly as she screamed through the next eight lashes.

Flogger drawn back and ready, Tim waited until Anna could not hold back her pending orgasm any longer and delivered a ferocious stoke across the fullness of her butt cheeks sending the slave into the most intense orgasm of her young life.

Rebecca and Kristine, continued licking and nibbling as the girl thrashed in her bonds, until he legs could no longer support her weight and she collapsed.

Anna hung there by her wrists, her nervous system overloaded by the pain and pleasure of the past few minutes. Sweat soaked strands of her hair clung to the sides of her face as she struggled to reconnect with the world surrounding her.

Seeing that it would take a few minutes for Anna to recover and be prepared for the final part of the ceremony, Tim invited everyone to freshen their drinks and relax for a moment.

I looked down at Elizabeth and saw that she was still quite enthralled by what she had just seen. She was breathing heavily and her face was flush with excitement.

“So what do you think so far”, I asked

Here words coming in quick excited bursts, “Sir it was incredible……I don’t know what to say………It was frightening and exciting at the same time.”

“I’m glad that you are enjoying it.”

In a few minutes the crowd had retaken their seats. Rebecca and Kristine had given Anna some water and had wiped down her body with a cool damp towel. The girls were now it the process of strapping Anna down to a whipping bench that had been brought out to center stage.

After she was secure both girls knelt down and kissed Anna on the lips and stood to the side.

Tim began to speak again.

“Tonight’s ceremony will have a special feature. My little Anna came to me a virgin, tonight I will deflower her to make her submission complete.”

Tim stepped behind the girl, unzipped his fly and began to rub his cock up and down her wet slit as he spoke.

“Anna, do you wish to offer me your purity so that you may become my slave.”

Anna responded in a quiet voice, “Yes Master Tim.”

Tim then began to slowly work his way into her tight hole. The girls face cringed as each stroke brought him closer to her maiden head. When he felt the girl’s barrier, Tim pulled back slightly, grasped her hips firmly and trust through it.

A low guttural “UUUUUUGGGGGHHHH” escaped from the Anna’s core as she felt the searing pain of her Master’s taking of her innocence.

The crowd erupted in applause as Tim pulled out and wiped a smear of her virginal blood on the girl’s hip, validating his conquest.

Reinserting his cock he began to slowly slide back and forth in her newly opened hole, picking up the pace only after her grunts were replaced with whines and moans of pleasure.

As Tim pounded his new slave, Rebecca and Kristine stood each with an arm around the other tears of joy running down their cheeks as Anna crossed the last threshold to becoming a member of the family.

Anna began pleading to be allowed to cum as Tim’s thighs slapped against her whelped ass. Finally as he began to spurt his semen inside her, he demanded.

“Cum for your Master”, which she did in along wail of pleasure.

As both of their orgasms subsided, Tim withdrew from the girl and walked around in front of her. Without direction, Anna took him in her mouth and cleaned his shrinking member.

Rebecca and Kristine took this as their cue to go behind the girl and each lapped at the red tinged cum that leaked from her pussy as they untied their sister slave. The ceremony ending with all four huddled together as a family.

I looked down at Elizabeth and saw her face wet with tears.

“Sir, that was so beautiful. I only wish that I had lost my virginity in such a meaningful way. With me it was a high school boy on the couch in my parent’s basement. He didn’t know what he was doing and I……………” Her voice trailed off as she looked over my left shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder to see what Elizabeth was looking at. Behind me stood the girl Elizabeth recognized from the picture in my bedroom………..It was Maria.