Bryan snapped his fingers and I returned to kneel on the floor beside him. Bryan discussed with Rich that tomorrow, we would all go out with Lisa. I worried this would be the second of Bryan’s friends she had seen me with. I assumed Bryan would work on a cover story. I also knew that she would have the idea not untrue that Bryan’s friends were passing this young girl around between them.
Bryan removed his pants and pointed to his cock. I knew to start pleasing him immediately with my mouth.
I was extremely excited and looking for release. It had been a long day of working the lingerie show which always excited me. I have adjusted to being more comfortable in a group of people naked or nearly naked as in the case of the shows. Now, I was on the floor pleasing my owner in front of his friend and I was dripping wet with excitement. Bryan used his foot to rub my pussy and I pushed back at the pressure. He could tell I was ready for release. He grabbed my head and forced his cock into my throat and released his cum. As he settled down he laughed with Rich at how excited I was. I was still looking for release.
They talked some more and enjoyed a beer. After which Bryan said he had to go to Lisa’s and he would see us tomorrow. Bryan had me use a washcloth to clean him before he dressed and left.
The second the door shut closed, Rich grabbed me by the hair and lifted me onto my tippy toes. He is a powerful man and had a firm grasp. He pushes me against the wall and told me I was gonna learn a lot this weekend. I came almost at the sound of his voice. My knees went weak and he had to hold me up until I was able to stand on my own. Rich just laughed. He put me against the wall and instructed me to not move. I did not dare.
He went to retrieve items I had put in the bedroom. He returned with a ball gag and his slapper. The slapper being about twenty-four inches in length including the handle. The slapper itself was a three-inch wide strip of firm leather.
He put the ball gag to my mouth and forced me to open wide to accept it. He pulled the straps tight behind my head and locked them in place. The ball was so big I could feel my jaw straining already to accommodate it. It was a firm material and required me to breathe through my nose. He left me standing against the wall.
He moved my legs apart and told me under no circumstances am I to move. With me facing the wall my nose an inch or so from making contact he used the slapper on my butt. Not so hard a first, where I was thinking this was going to be easy but he built on his impact with each strike getting harder and harder. He moved to the back of my thighs and then my back itself. He took a few swipes between my legs that contacted my vagina and I almost lost it. I was able to maintain as, whenever a particular blow seemed to affect, me he would slow the pace and the harshness only to build up again.
When he told me to turn around I thought we were finished. I was wrong he started on the front of my thighs. My back touched the wall behind me and I thought the wall was on fire. He instructed me to put my hands behind my head. Suddenly he swiped my breast a good solid strike and shook me to my core. My tiny breast felt suddenly sharp pain. Again down to my thighs as he worked his way back up my body, I knew my breast would suffer again momentarily. I questioned if I could maintain another. Again but even harder he struck across both my nipples with that leather slapper. I think he knew I was done as he stopped and stood me in the corner.
My body was on fire from my thighs to my neck front and back. I wondered what the neighbors thought of the sound as the blows were louder than I thought. I was glad to have this ball gag in my mouth because I know I would have screamed aloud if able. I had refused to let him make me cry and I held onto that pride.
Rich told me I had done well better than he thought which gave me a bit of pride. Through this, my pussy was betraying me. I was so excited again. Just the sound of his voice almost made me cum without touching. I thought back to Rich telling me in Carmel that I would learn to love pain and here I wondered if he was right. I loved Bryan controlling me and I found I love Rich training me in his way too.
Rich laid on the bed and called me to him. He told me to get used to the gag because the only time he planned on removing it was to put his cock in my mouth. He had me climb on top of him and he entered me.
His hands as they touched my aroused skin sent me into another dimension. I came on his cock more than once as he pounded me and had me ride him. My entire body seemed like one big arousal zone. My nipples were sore but in a good way. I had never felt like this before and knew in my mind it would not be my last. He came deep inside me and I felt every pump of his cock as he blasted my insides with his cum.
I rested against his chest and listened to his racing heart as we calmed down. He caressed my body and it sent shivers through me. Soon he signaled me to go clean myself if I could have begged to stay right there I would have. I returned and washed him clean as well.
Rich got dressed and told me to throw something on as he was hungry. He kept to his word and did not remove the gag. He had me straighten my hair and I threw a dress over my head.
He walked me out into the parking lot in front of my unit with his gag in my mouth. I was sure I was seen by every neighbor as it was still early evening, not even entirely dark yet. we drove to a fast food place and went through the drive-through. He purchased food for himself, apparently aware of my diet restrictions imposed by Bryan.
We drove around town as he visited places he was familiar with. All with me sitting next to him with a gag in my mouth. He had gotten dark so I was unconcerned about being seen.
At my apartment, I stripped naked at the door and he removed my gag only for me to eat my protein drink and fresh vegetables. After which he called me to him and put the gag back into place inside my mouth and my aching jaw.
He desired to rest for the evening and had me prepare the bed with clean sheets. Rich took the rope from his bag and tied my ankles and wrist together. They laid me on the floor next to the bed and told me slaves sleep on the floor. No pillow, not a blanket, just naked on the carpet.
I didn’t sleep much but, to be honest, I feel it was because I was so excited. My skin was still aroused from my whipping. I was so horny all night and could not touch myself if I wanted to because of how Rich had secured me. Every movement sent pain and arousal through my brain keeping sleep at a distance.
In the morning, Rich awoke and untied me. he had me kneel before him and removed the gag. I felt instant relief being able to flex my jaw. A man of his word in seconds his cock was in my mouth replacing the gag. I took my time exploring his cock and balls. He let me do all the work as I pleasured him as best I could. I was excited and loving being able to please him. He came in my mouth and I savored every drop of him.
Rich had me stand before him and he examined my body. He saw that my pussy was wet and aroused. He commented about the marks from the strap still raised on my skin. He said some will turn to bruises. He said that the whip will leave even more. I wasn’t even scared because all I wanted was to feel that feeling again, that natural high.
After coffee, he desired breakfast. Since I have no real food in the house with exception of vegetables, that required us to go out. He looked through my closet and picked out a skimpy summer dress. He tossed it to me and said nothing else. I grabbed a protein drink and off we went. He did not make me wear the gag since we had to go to a restaurant. He did however make me carry it with the ropes and his whip in a bag.
In his car on the way, Rich said slaves do not sit on the material of their dress, that bare skin is on the seat and a slave’s knees are always at least eight inches apart. He demonstrated it in the car lifting my dress from underneath me. When he showed me how wide he wanted my legs I was stricken with fear because the way he expected me to sit was with my legs pretty much wide apart. His eight inches was more like between my thighs, not my knees.
At the restaurant, he selected a table, not a booth. I flushed red when he pulled my chair out for me and stood next to me as he waited for me to lift my dress and sit. Then he waited as I spread my legs. I did so but he said more. I felt like I was naked in this busy restaurant. I know I wasn’t but it felt that way.
After breakfast, Rich took me for a ride out into the country on Nils Canyon Road. Once we arrived in a wooded area he stopped and parked. He put the ball gag back in place in my mouth and secured it. He grabbed the ropes and his whip. He picked out a tree far enough off the road to not be seen by passing vehicles. He had me strip which was just removing my dress and my sandals.
He tied my wrist together then threw the rope over a branch. Pulled me so I was just touching the dirt with my toes and secured me like that. I was afraid but he ensured me the leather slapper actually hurts more than the single tail whip. Well, he was mostly right. The pain wasn’t tremendous but strung as the whip end bit the skin. Rich was enjoying making me dance for him. He struck me where ever he chose. My back, my butt, my chest. As I turned away, he would just strike what was exposed. When he struck my sensitive nipples I cracked and started to cry. This actually energized him instead of slowing, he increased his ferocity for his final cracks. He made sure my tiny breast received as much attention as his aim allowed. Soon I was out of the body as the whip connected and I lost track of time.
When he untied me, my arms were aching. I dropped to the dirt beneath my wrist still secured together. I was a sweaty mess. I had tiny little welts all over my body. Some more serious than others. I thought I looked terrible but it had the opposite effect of Rich. He pulled me to my feet and drove home his cock. He found me wet and ready. He was going very hard. I was unsteady on my feet. My mind was still aflutter. His hands rolled over my marks causing more pain. He loved squeezing my painful breast and nipples, each time he did I squirmed to escape his grasp. He came inside me and I orgasmed like I don’t recall ever having done so before. I crumbled to the ground beneath him.
Soon he was pulling me up by the rope. I gathered my dress and sandals trying to slip them on my feet as he led me back to the car. We drove back to my apartment. Gag still in my mouth he walked me into my place in the afternoon sun.
We rested until Bryan stopped by. I was naked of course. He seemed surprised to see my marked body. When they sat to talk I went and kneeled by Rich. This also seemed to surprise Bryan. Rich grabbed my nipples and squeezed hard. I tried not to react but the reaction was what he desired. I jumped to my feet, Rich laughed and grabbed my pussy. He mentioned to Bryan how wet that attention got me. He was right.
That evening, the four of us went to dinner, Bryan, Lisa, Rich, and I. Rich had to have me wear pants because with my skirts the marks on my thighs were on display. I also had to wear a sleeved blouse for the same reason.
Lisa recognized me right off from Las Vegas. I’m not sure what Bryan told her but I was quite sure she felt I was being passed around by Bryan’s friends. If she only knew the truth of it. We had a great time over dinner and drinks.
At one point, Lisa went to the bathroom with me. There she told me to be careful with Rich that he had a reputation as being very rough with the girls. I told her he had been a gentleman with me, as all evening I tried to keep my marks hidden. She mentioned Las Vegas as I felt was her way of being passive-aggressive and letting me know she knew and I was nothing but a whore to her. I did not let her comment bother me as I knew she had no idea about Bryan, being my owner.
Afterward, Rich and I returned to my apartment. I got naked upon entry. I went to the bathroom and, for the first time, I looked in the mirror. I saw all the tiny blood marks caused by the tip of the whip. My skin wasn’t smooth, I felt all the bumps from the raised skin. I saw the bruises on my butt and thighs. Even my breast had signs of bruising.
When I exited the bathroom, Rich was waiting with the gag in hand. He put it back in and secured it tight. He put me against the wall. He went to the bathroom and returned with his leather belt in hand. He started on my sore butt telling me Bryan told him at dinner to make me uncomfortable to sit for a week. Soon the belt was making my legs fail me as he continued to pound my butt. Some brought tears to my eyes. My butt was on fire when he suddenly stopped. He left me standing there. When he returned and touched my butt I jumped from the slightest contact.
He touched my pussy and found me once again betrayed by my own body. My pussy was on fire and wet. My pussy was not what he wanted tonight. He put my face down on the bed and climbed on top. He entered my pussy, for a moment which felt wonderful but soon was making an entry in my inflamed butt. Each thrust made my backside feel again all the blows from his belt. I would have screamed out but was unable to do more than a grunt. Rich was enjoying the pain I was feeling. Soon we were in a rhythm. I was anticipating his movement and I began to enjoy these new sensations. He blasted my bowels with his cum and collapsed on top of me.
We laid there for a period as he relaxed and slipped out of my bottom. I got up to clean myself and returned with a cloth to clean him. When I finished he grabbed the rope tied my wrist to my ankles and left me on the floor. He slept soundly as I struggled all night to find comfort.
In the morning, we went to breakfast again. But this time, I wore athletic clothing to cover my marks. Most of the welts were disappearing, left were the tiny red marks. My butt was still sore, red and on fire from the slightest touch, it did make it very hard to sit. He said by Wednesday I would be back to normal and able to make my schedule of lingerie shows for the week. He claimed at the worst my butt would still show some signs of bruising but he insisted many of the bar patrons would like seeing my marks.
Rich talked and I listened. The tone and manner he talked to me turned me on. I was excited again as he told me after his meal we would return to the apartment, that I would please him with my mouth and after he would have to leave. Hearing he was going strangely disappointed me. Rich said Bryan would stop by later to check in on me. Rich insisted that I thank Bryan for my weekend of new experiences and that if he didn’t hear from Bryan how happy I was, next time I would regret it. I knew to trust him at his word.
At the apartment, I did just that. I enjoyed pleasing Rich as he reclined and relaxed. When I earned my reward, he relaxed as I stayed kneeling between his legs. I savored the taste of his cum. He put the gag back on and this time, snapped a tiny lock on it. He said Bryan had the key and would remove it when he arrived.
Once Rich left, I crawled into bed to catch up on the sleep I had lost. Bryan did not arrive until that evening. When he did it was an instant relief when he removed the gag. I proudly showed him my marks Rich had given me just as Rich told me. I thanked Bryan for my weekend. I made sure he would tell Rich that how happy I was. I begged Bryan to make love to me. I told him I was so horny. We jumped into bed and Bryan had me recount the events of my time with Rich. We talked about what turned me on and what surprised me. He touched all my sensitive areas and I orgasmed twice before he filled me with his cum. He pulled out and I immediately cleaned him with my mouth tasting his and my cum mingled together. I knew this excited Bryan when I did that. I made sure to thank him again for my weekend. I told him I loved being his property, that I would continue doing as he instructed.
