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Castleton Chapter Ten, Gordon's Decision by James Lacy
Castleton Chapter Ten, Gordon's Decision
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Castleton Chapter Ten
Gordon's Decision
Florence had not heard from Gordon for nearly three weeks. She had not given up on him, but she and Alteisha continued the hunt for a live in maid. At work, Florence had received a personal copyright on a security software program she had written for Internet users. It was a revolutionary concept in computer security. Her work quickly brought offers from leading software companies, including her own, to license the product for universal Internet use. Florence was ecstatic. She could not believe the amounts of money, nor the personal executive positions, being offered for the product. She would no longer want for anything. Within two years she would be a multimillionaire, with a top executive job. Finally, Florence accepted an executive position with her current employer, at least for the time being.
Although she had yet to receive any royalties, she knew that she would be receiving several hundred thousands of dollars by years end. Major financial companies were already offering her huge loans. Secretly, Florence had hoped that Gordon would accept her offer to serve her, thus also advise her financially. Although, her financial future was a 'done deal', nothing had been formally announced in the industry. Florence was glad, because now she would have enough time to adjust to her new life among the privileged. She had told Alteisha and had ordered her to complete secrecy. Florence told Alteisha that she would also share in her good fortune.
It was Friday afternoon and Florence sat in her new office, thinking about the weekend. Her secretary interrupted her thoughts, telling her she had a telephone call from someone, who would only identify himself as Gordon, insisting that he speak directly with her. Florence smiled and asked her to put the call through to her private phone. She picked up the phone saying, "Hello, this is Florence."
"Hello, it's Gordon," the voice said, stammering a bit.
"How nice to hear from you, Gordon. It's been nearly three weeks. How have you been?" she replied.
"I -- I have been thinking about what -- what you told me," he said, stammering again.
"I'm glad you took enough time to consider my offer, Gordon, it's nothing you'd want to agree to without a great deal of thought," she stated.
"I know."
"Please don't keep me in suspense, Gordon, did you decide to accept?" she asked.
There was a pause, but Gordon responded quietly.
"Yes, Mistress." Florence smiled, pleased to hear that he had indeed accepted her offer, terms and conditions.
"Gordon, I want your Fax number so that I can send you directions to my home," she said sternly. I have all the papers and I will expect you promptly at seven o'clock."
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, and gave her his Fax number. Florence hung up without saying another word. She glanced at her watch, and saw that it was already three thirty. She dialed Alteisha and told her that they had a maid. Alteisha was extremely happy that Gordon had accepted. She told her Mistress that she would leave her work early, to make all necessary arrangements. Florence agreed and notified her Slave that she too, would be coming home early, to prepare for the arrival of her maid/slave. She gave her Secretary Gordon's Fax number and told her to send him directions to her home.
Alteisha answered the doorbell and ushered Gordon into the house. She motioned him to place his bags in the entryway and follow her into the living room. Florence was sitting at a small desk, wearing her red satin Mistress's robe pulled tightly about her and buttoned at the neck. The heavy drapes were drawn shut and the room was dark, except for the desk lamp. Florence motioned him to a chair near the desk and had him sit down.
"How nice to see you again, Gordon. I'm so glad you decided to accept my offer to come to live with us," Florence told him.
"May I have permission to speak, Mistress?" asked Gordon.
"Yes, you may speak," Florence responded. Pleased that he had remembered to request permission.
"Thank you, Mistress, I too am very happy to be here," said Gordon.
"Gordon, here are the papers that detail the conditions of your service to me. Before you sign the 'Contract', I insist that you carefully read every word aloud, so that I am positive that you comprehend everything it states. If, after you've read the papers, you agree to the terms and conditions, you will sign each page separately at the space provided. Following that, you will receive your first 'official commands'."
"Yes Mistress."
Gordon sat down and began to read the papers aloud. As he finished a page, he would pick up the pen and sign the paper, then go on to the next page. Finally, he had read and signed the last page. Florence gathered the papers, folded them, placed them in an envelope and told Alteisha to place them in the safe.
"Gordon, remove all your clothes," Florence directed in a low tone. He immediately began to strip until he stood naked in front of his Mistress. She stood and inspected him as though he was chattel, then she handed him a leather collar covered with studs and steel rings. He placed the collar around his neck and buckled it securely. Florence clasped a light chain to a ring on the collar and led him by the chain to a stool in a corner of the room. She had him step up onto the stool as Alteisha returned to the living room. His cock had a semi hard-on and his huge balls were hanging down loosely.
"Alteisha, shave every hair from his body, except his head, then ring for me," said Florence as she turned and left the room.
Gordon tried to cover his nakedness with his hands, as Alteisha smiled at him struggling to adapt to his new status as a Slave.
"You best stand still, you whore Slave," said Alteisha with a grin. "If Mistress sees you try to hide your pitiful ass, she will tan it 'til you can't sit down for days. She may anyway, if I decide to tell her."
Alteisha brought forth a shaving mug and began to mix the thick lather. She had Gordon sit on the stool and covered his crotch with a hot wet towel. When she was sure the area was ready for shaving, she applied the warm lather to his pubic area, arm pits, the slight hair on his chest, legs and between his asscheeks. Gordon shuddered as she drew a straight razor from her shaving kit.
Grasping his cock she expertly drew the razor across his pubic area above his cock. His semi hard-on disappeared, and he became flaccid. He closed his eyes to avoid watching Alteisha shave his most private areas.
"Hope I don't slip, bitch," Alteisha goaded him and laughed.
When she finished shaving him, she spread a perfumed, creamy hair remover lotion over all the areas she had shaved. The lotion would saturate his hair follicles and prevent growth for several weeks. When she finished she toweled him off, returned him to a standing position on the stool; and rang for her Mistress.
Florence entered the room, still in her robe, and stood in front of her maid/Slave. She snapped her fingers and Alteisha handed her a rubber phallus shaped butt plug and some soft nylon netting shaped loosely like a cock and balls. Florence lubricated the butt plug lightly and pulled Gordon's head by the neck collar causing him to bend over. She roughly rammed the butt plug into his ass until the sphincter closed over the depressed space to hold the plug in place.
She worked the netting over Gordon's balls and pushed his cock into the space reserved for it in the netting. Next, she drew a soft leather cord through the netting and around the base of his cock and balls, drawing the cord tight and tying it off so that the netting would remain securely in place. She attached a light chain to the ring situated at the tip of his cock in the netting, drew the chain back between his legs separating his balls. She passed it between his asscheeks, through a ring in the butt plug and clasped the chain tightly to another ring at the back of his neck collar.
Next, she placed soft leather restraints on both wrists, pulled his wrists together behind him and fastened them to the chain at his back. Assuring that he was securely bound, Florence lightly ran her fingers all over his nipples, asscheeks and his netted cock and balls. She ordered Alteisha to lick, suck and bite his nipples, as she watched Gordon's cock try to become erect, but the netting prevented any attempt at a hard-on. Satisfied at his helplessness, Florence brought out a pair of nipple clamps, joined by a light chain. She attached a clamp to each of his nipples, allowing them to spring shut painfully on the little pink nubs.
Gordon grimaced from the pain at his nipples, and looked into Florence's eyes hoping to see some pity, but found none. Florence then attached a short chain to the center of the chain between his nipple clamps. She pulled the chain downward causing Gordon to bend forward slightly. She attached the chain to the ring at the tip of his cock net. Gordon was now truly bound on the horns of a dilemma. If he stood erect he pulled the chain at his back, which pulled his nipple clamps down. If he stooped over he again pulled the chain at his back pulling down on his nipple clamps.
Mistress Florence ordered Alteisha to worship her cunt, while she watched Gordon's torment. Alteisha removed her Mistress's robe revealing her to be naked underneath. She dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck at her Mistress's cunt and clit. Gordon watched his wonderful Mistress being serviced by her primary Slave, as he stood on the stool in complete humiliation at his bound and chained plight.
"Do you hurt, Gordon?" Florence asked dreamily, as she was the verge of coming from Alteisha's tongue.
"Yes, Mistress," said Gordon, with obvious pain in his voice.
"Jump off the stool, Gordon, and worship my tits," ordered Florence. Gordon jumped off the stool and the abrupt landing caused the chain to pull taut and he screamed from the pain in his nipples.
"Gordon!" snapped Florence, "Quit that noisy foolishness and worship my tits!"
He fell to his knees and began to alternately sucking her nipples. Alteisha, still sucking Florence's cunt, kept pushing at Gordon to cause the chain to pull at his nipples causing him stinging pain.
Finally, Florence shuddered through a satisfying orgasm and sat down at her desk. She caught her breath, and ordered Alteisha to remove the nipple clamps from Gordon and show him to his room.
"Dress him as we agreed and bring him down so he may serve us some tea, before we retire."
With that, Florence put on her robe and left the living room. Alteisha grasped the chain at Gordon's neck collar and led him up the stairs to his room at the rear of the house.
Gordon's room was small, with a poster bed, complete with the steel rings on the headboard, footboard, posts and sides. The room contained a dresser with mirror, a nightstand with a clock and a closet. Laid out on the bed was a black maids' uniform with white trim, black nylon panties, black garter belt, net stockings and a small black and white cap.
"I'll help you put on your uniform this first time, Gordon." Alteisha said. "Leave your collar, butt plug and cock and balls restraint on. Remove the wrist and ankle restraints and give those to me."
Gordon looked woefully at the maid,s uniform, realizing that his Mistress would dress him as a female, as part of his humiliation training. He sighed deeply, and began to put on the maid's uniform.
Alteisha snickered from time to time, helping Gordon learn how to put on women's clothes. The nylon panties had detachable sides held together with Velcro fasteners, made to allow removal of the panties without removing the garter belt and stockings. The smirk on Alteisha's face mortified Gordon and intensified his discomfort, as he put on the women's high wide heeled shoes provided. Alteisha shaved his face with an electric razor and patted on makeup to hide any trace of his beard.
"Be sure and check your beard and shave if it grows during the day. You surely do not want to irritate Mistress Florence by showing a 'five o'clock shadow' while you perform your duties in this uniform. If you do irritate her, I'm sure you will only do it once." She grinned. "Now hold still while I put on your lipstick."
When Alteisha finished, Gordon looked in the mirror. His humiliation was complete.
The two Slaves entered the kitchen through the back staircase and Alteisha showed Gordon where the tea and service were kept. She told him to prepare everything in advance, except the tea. He could prepare tea later in the teapot with boiling water. She laughed at the sight of him in the maids' uniform and left the room to dress for tea.
"Well, Alteisha, our maid Slave looks ready to perform her service, don't you think?" asked Mistress Florence.
"Yes Mistress, except that it seems odd to call our 'maid' Gordon," Alteisha replied.
"You're right," Florence said thoughtfully, "What shall we call her?"
"Gordina? -- Gordine? -- Gee, I can't seem to think of a proper name, Mistress. We can't use Gordon, because it would sound too much like 'a boy named Sue'." Both women laughed at this remark at Gordon's expense, standing mortified before them, waiting to be told to serve the tea.
"Alteisha, do you remember the Russian girl Helper at Castleton?" Florence asked.
"Yes, Mistress, I'm trying to recall her name. It is close to Gordon, but I can't recall it."
"Gordeeva, -- yes, that's it, Gordeeva!" declared Florence. "Gore-dee-eh-va," she said phonetically.
"Perfect, Mistress!" Said Alteisha. "It fits 'her' to a T." The women laughed heartily at the maid's new name as Gordon stood, embarrassed, waiting for Florence to order the tea served.
"Gordeeva, you may serve now," ordered Mistress Florence. Gordon nodded and complied with her command. As the women sipped their tea and exchanged small talk the conversation turned to Alteisha's visitor. Florence informed Gordon that soon Alteisha would have a male guest. 'She' should prepare to serve drinks to all of them, as Gordeeva, when Robert Morris arrives. Gordon nodded and collected the tea service on a tray, to return them to the kitchen. "Gordeeva, wait in the kitchen until you are summoned."
He nodded yes and left the room. The women continued their conversation for some time until the doorbell rang.
"Gordeeva, answer the door, please," ordered Florence. Gordon went to the door and looked out through the window to see a large good-looking black man waiting on the porch, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Mortified, Gordon opened the door and bid the man step inside.
"Good evening, Mr. Morris," Gordon said, as confidently as he could, given his obvious circumstances.
"Well, hello," said Robert, "and who might you be?"
Gordon took a deep breath, glanced at Mistress Florence looking haughtily at him and said with his eyes lowered, "I am, -- Gordeeva, the maid, sir."
Florence smiled and quietly reveled at Gordon's complete surrender to his enslavement. Florence knew that there were wonderful times to come, with this compliant Slave.
"All right, Gordeeva, hustle your ass off and tell Alteisha that I'm here to see her," said Robert with a smirk and a laugh. Humiliated again, Gordon went to find Alteisha and announce Robert's arrival.
Alteisha and her Mistress met Robert in the living room and exchanged pleasantries. They exchanged wry comments on 'Gordeeva' and they laughed at 'her' expense. From the conversation Gordon could hear, as he prepared cocktails, he surmised that the three of them had met at a place called Castleton. The name meant nothing to him. Indeed, Robert served as a Helper at Castleton from time to time, and had been there when both Florence and Alteisha were Novices.
Helpers were not required to observe the Master, Mistress or Slave protocols outside of Castleton. Helpers returned to their private lives without any restrictions. Their only obligation was to spend at least two weeks annually at Castleton, at the summons of the Grand Master. Most Helpers planned to spend their vacations and several weekends each year at Castleton. The benefits were obvious. As Helpers, they could interact socially with both Slaves and the Masters/Mistresses, participating in their activities if asked to do so.
Gordon was summoned to serve the drinks. He brought cocktails to his Mistress, Alteisha and her friend. Sipping their drinks, Robert kept eyeing 'Gordeeva' and wondering where he fitted in to the night's activities. Mistress Florence sensed Robert's curiosity and called 'Gordeeva' to her side.
"Robert, our new maid/Slave will participate in the evenings pleasures. In fact 'she' will be the focus of, and provide much of, the pleasurable moments for us all. Won't you, darling?" Florence said playfully.
"Yes, Mistress," Gordon replied still looking at the floor.
Florence raised 'Gordeeva's' skirt and showed Robert her maid's black nylon panties. She pulled the waistband and the panties separated from their Velcro fasteners, fell to the floor revealing Gordon's cock and balls, enmeshed in the netting that held them tight. They could see that Gordon was mortified. His arousal was evident too, as his cock was straining to achieve an erection, but was denied by the nylon netting holding it fast.
Florence aggravated his circumstance by softly fondling his cock and balls as she talked with the others. Every so often she would flick her thumb and finger smartly across his cockhead or on a testicle, causing Gordon to jump from the sting. Florence untied the leather cord, removing the netting, allowing Gordon's cock and balls to hang free. They watched as Gordon's cock quickly swelled to a magnificent hard-on and awkwardly pushed out his maid's skirt.
"How nice for you two ladies," said Robert eyeing the huge cock stiffening rock hard.
"Yes, Robert, we are very happy that 'she' decided to come serve us," said Florence. "Alteisha, remove your robe and help Robert get comfortable."
Alteisha dropped her robe revealing her total nakedness, except for the collar she wore. She began undressing Robert and threw his clothes to 'Gordeeva' to fold, or place them on hangers in the closet. Gordon could see Robert's naked body from the corner of his eye. He was dark, heavily muscled and possessed a large thick cock, hanging over an equally impressive set of balls.
Alteisha began to stroke Robert's cock to bring it to full erection. Mistress Florence removed her red satin robe. She was dressed in a black soft leather teddy with an open crotch and her nipples protruding from holes provided for that purpose. She wore thigh high black boots, with five-inch spike heels, studded wristbands and a leather 'tool' belt, that held small whips, paddles, nipple clamps and a chain leash. She moved to a large upholstered soft leather chair, sat down and crossed her legs, to direct and observe the proceedings. She nodded to Alteisha to begin.
Alteisha licked her lips, embraced Robert and kissed him full on the mouth. He clasped her tits in both hands and quickly moved his mouth to her nipples and licked them with relish. His hands moved to her cunt and two fingers disappeared inside to knead and massage her wet pussy, causing her juices to flow. Florence put her hand between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit, as she watched her Slave amuse her, by preparing to fuck Robert.
Gordon stood nearby wondering if anything was expected of him. His cock began to seep with pre-come, as he watched Alteisha moan with pleasure at Robert's ministrations.
"You may fuck her now, Robert," said Florence.
Robert laid Alteisha down on the edge of the sofa and she put both her legs over his shoulders. He opened her cunt with his fingers and placed the tip of his huge black cock at the entrance to her pussy. The purple head was half buried in her cunt, as she writhed about trying to capture its entire length.
Florence grinned, as Robert continued to tease Alteisha, by barely touching her clit with his cockhead. She moaned and desperately tried to slide the cock into her cunt.
"Please, Robert, -- please fuck me! -- I can't stand it!" Alteisha cried out at the teasing of her cunt.
Ever so slowly Robert inched his massive cock into the Slave's cunt. Alteisha was so hot she came before he could fully embed the monster cock within her. Her orgasm caused a smile to form on her Mistress's lips, as the Slaves breathing became heavier. Robert waited for her to catch her breath before thrusting his cock deep into her cunt.
She gave a start as the long cock drove deep into her, withdrew to the rim of the cockhead, only to thrust entire length again, into her waiting cunt. Alteisha's juices were flowing freely as the pace of her fucking increased. The huge cock thundered in and out of her cunt like a piston, as it rubbed against her clit and drawing in with each thrust. Alteisha could feel another orgasm building inside her and she eagerly thrust back to enjoy the magnificent cock that was fucking her.
Watching, her Mistress enjoyed a mild orgasm while lightly stroking her cunt. Gordon was totally confused as to his role. He was fully aroused, but had no sense of what was expected of him. His rock hard cock was seeping pre-come and he feared he would soil the carpet, his uniform or both, thus giving his Mistress a pretext to discipline him. He needn't have worried. Mistress Florence needed no pretext to whip him. She would do it solely for her amusement when she felt like it.
Alteisha and Robert intensified their fucking trying to achieve a mutual orgasm simultaneously. Florence lazily stroked her cunt, softly calling to them. "Neither of you have permission to cum. I'll deal with your earlier infraction later, Alteisha dear, just now I want to enjoy watching both of you fuck." Alteisha quickly shifted her energies to prevent herself from cuming, as Robert began to intensify his effort to make her come.
Although he was told not to come, Robert was not obligated to obey, because he was not in a Helper nor a Slave role. He decided to comply with Mistress Florence's command, because he suspected she had other reasons to ask him to withhold orgasm. He was quickly rewarded. "Gordeeva, lick Robert's asshole as he fucks Alteisha." Florence commanded. Gordon was mortified and dumbfounded. Never had he expected to be commanded to perform such an act.
His Mistress grinned as she reached out and forcefully slapped the head of his cock with her open hand, causing him to cry out from the stinging pain.
"Now, please!" she commanded him. "I'm not in the habit of waiting."
Slowly Gordon dropped to his knees behind Robert and sheepishly looked at Florence.
"Gordeeva, you have two choices. Lick Robert as I told you, or leave this house now as you are, and never return!"
Gordon felt trapped, bewildered and fearful that he might truly be dismissed and he surrendered to his Mistress's command.
He nuzzled his face between Robert's asscheeks and flicked his tongue over the dark wrinkled asshole. As Robert thrust his cock into Alteisha's cunt, his asscheeks would close over Gordon's mouth and nose, preventing him from breathing until the outstroke. Robert sensed Gordon's discomfort and made every effort to hold his asscheeks shut as long as he could. Heightening Gordon's embarrassment and humiliation at performing such a degrading act.
The participation of another person, in their sexual performance, had the initial effect of slowing Alteisha and Robert's desire to come. Although neither of them could see Gordon sucking Robert's asshole, the knowledge that he was doing it gave them some, but not much, relief from the need to come. Florence knelt next to Gordon and drew a paddle from her 'tool' belt. Without warning she struck Gordon full on his ass cheek as he tongued Robert's asshole.
Gordon jumped as the leather paddle exploded again on the other cheek. He realized instinctively that he had better continue licking the asshole and try to ignore the paddle, but that was impossible to do. Mistress Florence intensified the strokes until he was groaning with the pain of each stroke. His asscheeks felt blistered and hot, as Florence relentlessly applied the paddle strokes while he licked. Gordon's asscheeks were red and welts began to form as his Mistress continued. Without stopping the strokes, Florence told Robert that he, but not Alteisha, could come whenever he wanted. Robert quickened his strokes in rhythm with Florence's paddling of Gordon's ass.
Soon he could feel the orgasm boiling in his balls and gathering at the base of his cock. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, to maximize Gordon's torment and his own pleasure. Finally, he could no longer withhold and he erupted in a cannonade of thick hot semen deep inside Alteisha's cunt. He cried out, as he shot the load from his cock, and his cries blended with Alteisha's shrieks, as she could no longer preclude herself from cumming. She too exploded in a sea of orgasmic bliss, blending her creamy cum juices with Robert's deep in her cunt. She screamed with pleasure at her orgasm, even as she knew that her Mistress would punish her for disobeying her order not to come.
Hurting, Gordon continued licking Robert's asshole and wondered what was next in store for him. Mistress Florence answered the question in his mind. She told Robert to withdraw and offer his cock to 'Gordeeva' for cleansing. Robert turned to Gordon still on his knees and placed his semen-covered cock, still reeking with Alteisha's musk, in front of Gordon's mouth. His humiliation was nearly complete. He was expected to lick cum from another man's cock, in order to please his Mistress. Subconsciously, he was eager to taste Robert's cum-covered cock. He could feel his own cock get even harder at the thought of putting Robert's cock in his mouth.
Although reason argued against this unnatural act, his urge to completely serve his Mistress was overpowering. He dismissed any pretense of declining, and opened his mouth to receive Robert's organ. The spunk tasted salty sweet, just as his own when Mistress had made him suck it out of her cunt at the beach hotel. Eagerly he ran his tongue all about the huge head, behind the rim and down along the shaft, sucking the semen into his mouth and swallowing. He liked the taste of that great black cock with the purple head still oozing thick white cream. After licking the cock clean, he drew his tongue all over Robert's huge testicles to lap up all the cum that had flowed onto them.
Florence asked Robert to step away to allow 'Gordeeva' to clean his cum out of Alteisha's cunt. Gordon crawled up to the sofa and looked at the bronze cunt oozing with the thick white cream Robert had deposited inside. He licked the semen on her thighs first, then from the outside lips of her cunt. Satisfied that he had lapped up all the semen from around her cunt, Gordon placed his tongue as deep as he could into Alteisha's pussy. She squeezed her cunt muscles to force the pearly fluid out onto his waiting tongue. His Mistress told him to completely clean her, and continue sucking her cunt while she forbade her from cumming.
"Let's see if you will disobey again, Alteisha. I can't wait to punish both you and 'Gordeeva' for your insolence." Florence told her Slaves.
Alteisha was secretly pleased, as she craved the thrill of the whip and the restraints. Gordon had yet to suffer a real whipping, hence he did not know what to expect. He was content to continue licking the primary Slave's sweet cunt until his Mistress ordered him to stop. "Make her cum hard, 'Gordeeva'. I want to see her struggle to prevent it from happening. It amuses me to watch her writhe against her inevitable orgasm, which will soon consume her. Then she will pay the full price of her disobedience." Florence told them.
Mistress Florence pulled herself close to Alteisha's face and whispered to her not to come, to avoid her punishment. She had often watched Mistress Darla at Castleton do the same thing. Privately, Florence knew that her Slave would eventually fail and give in to a glorious orgasm that would result in a punishment session. Florence looked directly into Alteisha's eyes as Gordon redoubled his efforts to make her come with his tongue.
"Don't you dare come, Alteisha. Don't be a slut, Slave. Fight the urge, don't make me whip your pretty ass again." Florence told her, as her Slave strained not to come.
She watched intently for any sign of orgasm from her Slave, but none was yet evident. Florence called to Robert to come close to her. He complied and she reached out to grasp his cock, which had become hard again as Robert watched Gordon suck Alteisha.
"Fuck me, Robert," Florence told him and he moved behind her to fuck her dog fashion.
Florence moaned with pleasure as the huge cock parted her cuntlips and buried itself deep in her cunt. She knew that Robert, since fucking Alteisha, would fuck her for some time before coming again.
Gordon watched, as Florence continued to badger and harass Alteisha not to come, while urging him to make her come hard. Florence basked in the fucking she was receiving from Robert's huge cock pounding in and out of her pussy, dog fashion. She herself was fighting the urge to come as she implored her Slave not to come. Alteisha was visibly hurting, as she strained grotesquely against coming. Gordon's tongue was maddening to bear, as he continued to concentrate on her clitoris. Florence sensed that Robert was close to coming. His cock began to throb, his balls tightened and no longer slammed against her pubic area when his cock thrust into her.
Florence implored Alteisha not to come before Robert, thus save herself from the whip. Privately Florence knew that Alteisha was ready to explode at any second. She squeezed her cunt tightly to hold Robert's cock from moving, while she falsely gave Alteisha hope that she could outlast Robert. As her Mistress already knew she would, Alteisha surrendered to Gordon's rampaging tongue and erupted into a mind numbing orgasm, screaming as her release consumed her.
"You naughty bitch!" exclaimed Florence, releasing Robert's cock from the grip of her cunt muscles. "I told you not to come, you slut! Now you'll pay, with that sweet ass of yours, I promise you, cunt!"
Robert stroked his cock in and out of Florence's pussy, when he too surrendered to pleasures of orgasm and exploded into Florence's cunt. He shuddered as great volumes of cum cascaded deep into Florence's cunt. He felt lightheaded as he slumped forward onto Florence's back, to recover from the massive orgasm. Robert was completely spent and he rolled off Mistress Florence onto the floor. He lay there gasping for breath. Florence ignored Robert, as she hurried towards Alteisha and Gordon to be cleansed.
"May I cleanse you, Mistress?" asked Gordon. Florence dismissed his request and sat down on Alteisha's face. Instinctively her Slave began to lap up the thick creamy semen from her Mistress's sweet flowing cunt.
"Don't swallow any of the cum, slut. I have other plans for this love offering from Robert." Florence told Alteisha.
Her Slave continued sucking cum into her mouth. The cum kept flowing from Florence's cunt, even as Alteisha's mouth was filling with Robert's nectar. Finally, the flow of semen diminished. Alteisha had filled her mouth full and was straining not to swallow any of it.
"Kiss 'Gordeeva' and give 'her' the cum," Florence ordered her primary Slave. Alteisha kissed Gordon full on the mouth and pushed cum into his mouth with her tongue.
"Open your mouth to let me see the cum!" Florence ordered Gordon and he meekly complied.
His Mistress saw his mouth full of semen and smiled satisfactorily at his total submission to her will.
"Now, bitch," she told him, "swallow that cum and lick Robert's cock and balls clean again."
Gordon did as he was told and cleaned Robert's now flaccid cock and balls.
"Thank him for feeding you tonight."
Robert poured himself a cool glass of Zinfandel and exhaled heavily as he crashed into an upholstered leather chair.
"As always, Florence, that was fantastic," Robert declared as he drank deeply of the wine. "I can easily see why you advanced to Mistress status as quickly as you did."
"Thank you, Robert. You're such a dear," replied Florence. "Please help me get these two ready for their sessions, will you?"
"Of course. I'll get the restraints and your implements," he said as he went to the closet to retrieve the items.
Florence stripped the maids' uniform from Gordon and placed the restraints on his wrists and ankles, while Robert secured Alteisha similarly. Gordon's wrists were fastened together and attached to a chain that dropped from the ceiling. His arms were drawn up over his head by the chain, attached to a pulley, and made fast. His ankles were spread wide apart and shackled to the floor. He hung naked and totally exposed for his Mistress's pleasure.
"Permission to speak, Mistress?" asked Gordon.
"What might a whore like you have to say?" replied Florence.
"I -- I -- thought -- that --" he stammered.
"Say it, you fucking slut! Quit stammering every time you speak. It only irritates me more."
"Yes, Mistress. I wanted to know if I might get some relief with you too?"
"What are you asking? If you can come?" His Mistress asked incredulously.
He nodded affirmatively.
"Of course not. You haven't earned the right to come. Your miserable performance disgusted me! Even if I were disposed to let you come, which I'm not, I certainly would not allow you to come with me! Understand this. You will only come when I decide you can. If some day, you somehow manage to please me, I might, repeat might, let you masturbate in front of my friends to amuse them." With that she slapped his cock as hard as she could with her open hand. He cried out and his body shook at her slap. "Alteisha, give him ten strokes on each ass cheek, his nipples and cock. Following that, spread his cheeks, remove the butt plug and I'll rubber band his asshole. Then, bitch, your session is next."
Florence selected a thin braided leather whip and handed it to Alteisha. The Slave walked around Gordon as he pulled at his restraints. She made sure that Gordon could plainly see the whip and his eyes told everyone that that he was afraid. "I see that you fear the whip, 'Gordeeva'," said Florence, as she looked him in the eye. "Perhaps you best start with 'her' cock or nipples so 'she' can see the strokes coming," Florence suggested.
Alteisha grinned at Gordon and suddenly struck his cockhead sharply with the whip. He screamed at the searing pain. Before he could catch his breath, Alteisha laid several more blows on his totally flaccid prick. Some of the blows also struck his balls, increasing the pain visited on the maid/Slave. He moaned and cried at the pain as he hung in his restraints.
"Two more on his cock, Mistress?" asked Alteisha. Florence nodded and told her to continue.
Alteisha finished whipping his cock and switched to alternately striking each nipple with the tip of the whip. Gordon was in a state of continual screaming, as the blows fell heavily on his nipples and chest. She paused to let him compose himself, before raising welts on his asscheeks. The blows were deliberate, to elicit the greatest fear and uncertainty from the newly recruited maid/Slave. Gordon was openly crying now, with tears rolling down his cheeks. Alteisha finished punishing his asscheeks and handed the whip to her Mistress. She grasped the butt plug at its base and roughly ripped it out of his ass causing him to cry out again.
"Thank you, Alteisha," said Florence, "That was a splendid job of light punishment. As for you, 'Gordeeva', you will learn to accept your punishment without all that unnecessary noise. You nearly frightened Robert out of his wits, with such carrying on. I don't what I will do with you if you persist in displeasing me."
Alteisha grinned and handed her Mistress a long rubber band then spread Gordon's asscheeks as wide as she could, exposing his wrinkled and puckered asshole.
"Ah, now we near the end," said Florence mockingly. Robert and Alteisha laughed at Mistress Florence's pun and kneeled down to watch her finish Gordon's session.
Gordon had composed himself, but the terror was evident in his face. Florence deliberately delayed the punishment to heighten his anxiety. Without any warning, Gordon felt a searing pain burst forth at his asshole. He screamed at the agony of the rubber band snapping against the soft tender flesh of his asshole. His Mistress continued beyond the ten strokes she had ordered for his cock, nipples and asscheeks. He had counted the first fifteen strokes, but he lost count as Florence continued until he could no longer stand on his feet and fell, hanging on his restraints. She stopped when he collapsed crying, sobbing and mumbling for mercy.
Mistress Florence pressed the quick release on the pulley and Gordon fell to the floor. He moaned from the throbbing pain at his genitals, nipples, asscheeks and asshole. The rising welts were deep red and criss-crossed his chest and asscheeks. Florence had Robert pull him onto all fours and spread his asscheeks so she could ram the butt plug back into his ass. Robert let Gordon collapse onto the floor again then, dragged him to a corner of the room. Mistress Florence placed Alteisha in the same restraints that had held Gordon a few moments ago.
Alteisha looked forward to the bite of the whip. To say that she 'got off' on it was to understate just how much she needed the discipline provided by her Mistress. Florence checked the chains and restraints to assure that they were fast. Without warning brought the whip down hard on Alteisha's beautiful asscheeks. She threw her head back and bit her lip, as she relished the pain coursing through her body.
"Thank you, Mistress," Alteisha whispered to her Mistress, as the next cutting blow striped her ass.
Gordon watched in disbelief as Florence whipped Alteisha with all her strength. He could not comprehend why Altiesha had not uttered a word or sound, as stroke after stroke bit into her asscheeks and tits. Alteisha hung limply from the restraints, but for Alteisha it was a means of conserving her energy, not complete surrender, as he had done. He was ashamed that a young woman could endure such pain without uttering even a whimper. He marveled at her tenacity and her ability to receive the thrashing without giving her Mistress any satisfaction.
The punishment continued for nearly an hour, with pauses to allow both Slave and Mistress to regain sufficient strength to continue. Alteisha bit her lip as she finally uttered a slight moaning sound that was barely audible. Mistress Florence used the slight sound as a pretext to stop the session. She too was tired and needed to rest.
"Enough!" stated her Mistress. "Now, Alteisha should learn not to come without permission." She paused to take a deep drink from the wine Robert handed her and released the chain holding her Slave captive. "Robert, please help me get these two worthless excuses for Slaves, up to bed. Put Gordon in the back room and place Alteisha in my bed."
Robert helped the two Slaves up the stairs and into bed as Florence requested.
"Robert, tell my maid to set 'her' clock for six thirty a.m. and tell 'her' that I will expect breakfast promptly at seven," Florence called to Robert as he climbed the stairs with the Slaves in tow.
When Robert came back down, he dressed, thanked Florence, kissed her hand, bid her good night and left. Florence locked the house, turned out the lights and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Alteisha was snuggled under the sheets grinning at her Mistress. Florence removed her teddy and climbed naked into bed. She embraced her Slave and kissed her, probing her mouth with her tongue, then turned to a sixty-nine position to devour her Slave's cunt. Alteisha pushed head between Florence's thighs and began to extract the orgasm that Florence had not had downstairs.
Both of them had several orgasms. They sucked each other's cunts for nearly an hour before Florence turned to rub her clit against Alteisha's clit. They 'fucked' each other to several mind numbing orgasms, before falling back on the bed, exhausted, spent and gasping for breath. Florence smiled at her bronze slave and rolled her over to soothe her welts with her tongue. Alteisha moaned delightfully as Florence licked her.
"I love you, Mistress," Alteisha whispered.
"I love you too, darling sweet slave," Florence replied.
She turned off the light, pulled the covers over both of them, embraced her slave and kissed her passionately.
"Goodnight, my sweet slave girl. You are such a wonderful and dear person, Alteisha."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Holding Florence tightly the two lovers fell asleep.
I hope you enjoyed this Tenth Chapter of the Castleton Series. Another Chapter will follow soon. Please send comments to lacyp40@hotmail.com
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