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Chapter 24: Their Master’s Pleasure

Chapter 24: Their Master’s Pleasure

“Kneel down, lassies,” Angus ordered them. He even went so far as to help Darlene down, because with the plush carpet and those heels, she probably could not have performed the act herself. Darlene thanked him. Melinda scowled and said nothing when he took her arm to help her down.

As soon as they were both kneeling and facing the fire, he told them sternly, “Stay like this. Do not stand up. Do not move. If either of you do, you’ll get another whippin’. Yes, right on top the one from this morning. It would not feel good, I’m thinkin’.”

Then he left them.

Almost immediately, Melinda turned her head and looked around. They were alone in that room. The door had been closed by Angus when he left. She had been sitting on her heels but rose up as far as she could and still be on her knees.

“There’s no one around,” she told Darlene in a whisper. “Maybe we could…”

“I don’t think so,” Darlene cautioned. “This seems to me to be a trap. Maybe they want us to try and then they’ll have another reason to punish us.”

“Shit! They’ll punish us anyway. They don’t need a reason. Remember what Reggie said? ‘You are my property. I can do anything I want to you.’ I think he really means it.”

For a minute, neither of them spoke. “Maybe our ‘Master’ was supposed to come in immediately,” Melinda said. “Maybe he has been delayed. Maybe we’re not supposed to be left alone for more than a minute. And it’s been longer than that now.”

“And maybe this room is bugged. They might be listening to us. Maybe even watching us,” Darlene said.

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every appearance of being on the verge of rising to her feet and

Darlene. “Run off into the forest with your arms taped behind you and these high heels on your feet. We can’t get them

her heels. As much as she hated to admit it, Darlene was right. It was probably a trap, and if not, it would still be a stupid move. She could see through the windows that it was dark outside and some rain

lodge was suffering. In the upstairs bedroom shared by the staff, Susan was

the Master at all times. This included reining in Susan when she could not control her

and looped a rope between her arms and legs. That he passed through a large hook set solidly into the ceiling directly over the bed. When he pulled on the rope, her wrists and ankles came closer together behind her, first into a hogtie and then, as he pulled more, into a suspended hogtie. Her hands were pressed hard against her ankles. Her body was arched backwards as all her weight was

to her. And the best way, as he well knew from experience, was to hurt her. He would punish her the same as any girl that happened into the

the bed, moaning softly but not complaining even though she was not gagged, he once again looked at the old scars covering her ass. Long before he had met her, a man had scored that tender young ass cruelly, the belt buckle he used tearing the flesh and leaving scars that would never fade away. That was part of the reason he never, ever, punished her by whipping her ass. Since there were two good looking women under their control now, he felt that something stronger was needed to deter her from going overboard in the punishment of them. So he took a pair of alligator clips from the dresser and knelt on the bed besides his hanging wife. The clips were the kind

tender bud. She could feel the sharp pain where those teeth dug into her flesh. She knew that the pain would not go away, and when they were taken off there would be tiny puncture marks and even a drop of

not to torture them so. Susan did not. He attached the other clip and listened

As she swayed slowly over the bed, she was moaning. That was the only sound in the room save for the tapping of the

prepare them for the Master. He knew it would be a couple hours before he returned to his bedroom. Susan would be crying. But she would also be a very submissive woman when he untied her and took her into his arms. He might leave the clips on her nipples while he made love to her. His chest pressing against hers would hurt her

watched and this was a trap. In fact, no one was watching them. Both the Master and Angus were very experienced and shrewd slave-owners and keepers. They knew exactly would be going through the slave’s minds. They also knew that they would find both of them kneeling obediently before the fire when the Master entered an hour

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