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Castleton Chapter Nine, Mistress Florence and Alteisha Seek a Maid


This story is the Ninth Chapter in the Castleton series. This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author.

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Castleton Chapter Nine
Mistress Florence and Alteisha Seek a Maid


Life at Castleton was like a new beginning for the eight former Novices, now full-fledged slaves. They had been returning to Castleton every weekend and on Holidays for over a year. Each passing day brought them closer to the time that they would progress to a higher level if their 'owners' thought them ready. Surprisingly, Florence progressed faster than the others. Most at Castleton believed that her shyness would have held her back. Her Master, Octavian, was able to bring out the best that a slave had to offer and he felt that her emancipation was at hand.

He had molded her as if she had been made of clay. Where she had been a little over weight, she now was trim with taut muscles and a surprisingly beautiful body. Her small tits were firm, pronounced without the slightest hint of sagging and capped by hard erect nipples, made more enticing by the nipple clamps Octavian had used to train her. Even though Florence was the youngest of the former Novices, at twenty-three, there was no doubt that she was ready to advance to status of Mistress, if she wished.
The other Novitiates, were all progressing well, except for Alteisha. Most of the others were at various stages of advancing toward Mistress status. Alteisha had decided that she did not desire to become a Mistress. She was a surprise, because all at Castleton thought she would advance the fastest and furthest, because of her aggressiveness at the start of the training. Alteisha decided that she enjoyed being submissive and wished to remain a slave.

She was offered a chance to convert to Helper status, where she might dwell on becoming a Mistress in the future, but Alteisha declined. Her status was causing a problem with her Mistress, Darla, because, she had her eye on new Novice who she wanted to enslave. Mistress Darla asked the Grand Master to help her to solve this dilemma. Octavian told her he would dwell on the problem, and advise her.
Florence's elevation to Mistress was accomplished with much pomp and ceremony, as were all status changes at Castleton. The Members, slaves and Helpers all feasted together in the Great Hall, followed by a grand orgy which featured correction, humiliation and a great deal of sexual activity by everyone. Florence announced that she would keep her slave name and will be known as Mistress Florence in the future. The revelry consumed most of the night. The participants lost count of the number of times they had cum, how many different partners they had, or sexual acts they had performed.

Mistress Florence had fucked or sucked each Member present including some Helpers and slaves. She whipped nearly every slave, at least for a few moments, while she herself was being fucked or sucked. In all, Florence was extremely happy, satisfied with her ceremony and the party that followed. The Order presented her with a black leather whip and three small gold bells to attach to her nipples and cuntlips rings. The last of the revelers left the celebration at dawn. The Grand Master and his former slave, now Mistress Florence, were the only two left in the Great Hall. They retired to Octavian's lodgings, one more time, before Florence took her leave of Castleton.
The next afternoon, Florence finished packing her few belongings and prepared to return to the city. She had a new home, provided by Octavian as a gift, and she looked forward to returning to her job as a senior computer programmer. She knew the new house well, as Octavian had taken her there during her service as his slave. It contained many of the necessities that a Mistress would need to be a practicing Dominatrix. The Castleton chauffeur would drive Florence, to her new home, in the Order's limousine.

Florence was ready, except for her farewells to her fellow Members, Helpers and slaves who would remain behind. These farewells were difficult and brought tears to her eyes, especially with her former Novitiates. She gave Alteisha a special hug kissing her lovingly on her lips and cheeks. Earlier Mistress Darla had asked Florence if Alteisha could ride home with her, to help her settle in her new surroundings.

Florence agreed and Alteisha seemed happy when told to go along to help. Both Florence and Alteisha were suitably dressed in appropriate traveling clothes. They entered the limousine and Prepared to leave. As the limousine sped away from Castleton, Florence removed Alteisha's Collar, and gave it to the slave to hold. "You can put this back on, if you return." Florence said Alteisha was grateful, but was perplexed at Mistress Florence's comment.
"Permission to speak." said Alteisha as they rode side by side in the car.
"You may speak." Mistress Florence replied.
"You said I may replace my collar 'if' I return. I don't understand. Did Mistress misspeak?"
"No, Alteisha, Mistress did not misspeak. I am aware of your situation with Mistress Darla. I spoke to her about a possible solution and she agreed. We discussed our solution with the Grand Master and he approved the plan, subject to your concurrence."
"Why do I have a choice? Couldn't the Grand Master, or even Mistress Darla, decide?"
"Yes, they could, but I know how close you are to Mistress Darla and it wasn't so long ago that we were equals, so blame me for being sentimental. I told them both that I would agree only if you concurred."
"What are you saying, Mistress?"
"Alteisha," Mistress Florence began, "I am returning to the city, to a new home and my former job. Obviously, I intend to continue as a Dominatrix and I will need an assistant, secretary and a maid. I asked the Grand Master and Mistress Darla that you be the assistant and secretary, but only if you agreed. They said yes. Soon, I will hire a maid, so you will only perform those duties until I find a proper maid. I would love to have you live with me and to help me. What do you say?"
"I - - I'm - - I'm nearly speechless, Mistress." Stammered Alteisha. "I'm overwhelmed. Why me?"
"We've always been on good terms and we enjoy the same things and, frankly, no one can make love to another women like you. I think we will make a good team, don't you?" Alteisha was genuinely overwhelmed. She was completely surprised and perplexed, yet happy at Mistress Florence's proposal. She had loved the times she had spent with Florence, both as a Novice and as a slave. Florence had a tenderness that few of the others demonstrated. Still, the very idea had completely taken her by surprise. She was speechless, but happy.

"You will become my personal slave. Your life will be more generous with me than with Mistress Darla. I know you liked, or perhaps I should say, loved her, but we both also know that Darla is fickle and would soon break your heart. I do hope you will agree Alteisha. I would be so pleased." Said Florence. Alteisha smiled at the young Mistress and the offer she had made. She knew that, at thirty, she was seven years older than the young Mistress, but somehow that did not seem to matter to either of them. Alteisha felt warm inside and decided to stay with her new Mistress.
"Mistress Florence, I am proud to be your personal slave. I am yours to command." Alteisha told her new Mistress.
"Oh, I'm so pleased!" Exclaimed Florence, and she embraced her slave, kissed her full on the lips driving her tongue deep into Alteisha's mouth. "We will be so happy together, Alteisha. I hope for your sake that you will not need to be punished too often, but I do look forward to correcting you often." The two women giggled and hugged as the limousine sped toward the city skyline looming on the horizon.
The days quickly passed into weeks since both Mistress and slave had left Castleton for the splendors of the city. The new house was now becoming a home to both of them. Florence was a benevolent Mistress to Alteisha. She had given her slave a large bedroom, which Alteisha decorated, to her own tastes. Her bed was of sculptured dark oak with the necessary steel rings appropriately placed in the headboard and the sides and legs. Alteisha and her Mistress used the bed often to make love, service her Mistress, or for discipline sessions, which always ended in multiple orgasms for both Mistress and slave. Both women worked hard improving the dungeon in the basement complete with soundproofing and implements of torment, humiliation and engines of enslavement.
Alteisha served her Mistress well as an assistant, by paying the bills, keeping her calendar, writing and answering letters, running the household and performing the duties of the maid. Florence was still looking to hire a maid, but Alteisha continued as maid, while the search for a suitable live in maid continued. Both felt a young woman of eighteen or nineteen would be satisfactory, but Florence had advanced the idea that a young male slave might be an even better maid. Alteisha agreed, when Mistress told her that if a male slave was selected, he would be subordinate to her and she also would command him as well. The women continued the search for a female, male or both.
Although the women lived as Mistress and slave, their outward appearance, to others, was as two young businesswomen living together. Florence resumed her job as a senior programmer with a software company. Alteisha returned to the bank at which she had worked, before she had gone to Castleton. She had been a bank branch manager, but the only opening now available was an assistant manager's position. Alteisha was happy with this arrangement, because it lessened her job responsibilities and permitted her to concentrate more on her duties as Mistress Florence's slave.

Outside the home the women would often go out to dinner or lounges to meet others, dance and have a good time. Occasionally, each might find male, or female, companionship for a night or a weekend, but this was rare, especially for Alteisha, who had to ask permission each time. They were always on the lookout for a maid, but each time they thought that they had found someone, the individual balked at submission. They knew that it was just a matter of time when the right person would come along.

In the meantime, both women enjoyed sexual excursions with both sexes. Usually, lesbian affairs were conducted out of town, or with a small group of women, who were fully aware of Florence and Alteisha's' relationship. Some were Mistresses, slaves or closet lesbians who declined coming out. Opposite sex liaisons were conducted at their home. Occasionally, two on one sessions, were held with some lucky guy, that one or both had brought home for that purpose. The affairs were with total strangers and were fun, but were normally used to try to find a suitable maid. The major nuisance was the absolute requirement to practice safe sex.

The next day, Florence stopped by their favorite lounge to meet Alteisha to plan their weekend. Alteisha was waiting for her when Florence entered and went directly to the table. A glass of white Zinfandel was waiting for her, as she hugged her slave and sipped her wine. "Thank you, darling." She said to her smiling housemate. The day had been busy, but not hectic for either of them, and both were looking forward to the weekend. "Have you found somewhere for us to go?" Asked Florence.
"Yes!" Exclaimed Alteisha happily. "I've made reservations at the beach, with an ocean view."
"Oh, sounds delightful." Said Florence, "Let's hurry and go pack."
"No need, Mistress. I've packed for both of us, been to the bank and closed the house until Monday." Alteisha responded, with a smile.
"You're too good to me, sweet thing." Florence told her. "Let's go." They finished their drinks and soon they were on the road with the top down, speeding toward the beach. Florence enjoyed the wind blowing in her hair, while she listened to the radio playing classical music, while Alteisha drove. It was amazing how much alike the two women were. Both enjoyed tasteful dressing, classical music, country and light rock. Neither cared for the heavy metal or hard rock. They liked the beach, good restaurants, dancing, and wild sex. The weekend would bring them both in abundance.
They arrived at the hotel with the sound of the surf in their ears. They hurried through the check in, went upstairs and changed into their bikinis and beach robes. Alteisha used her red trimmed white robe from Castleton, which brought a laugh and head shaking from Florence. Alteisha fondled her Mistress's breasts as they gathered their beach bags and sunglasses. "You keep that up and I will have to 'correct' you before we go swim." Smiled Florence, as the women left the room for the beach.
They swam in the cool surf and bathed their bodies with the warm sun. The men took early notice of the two beauties alternately swimming and sunbathing. Alteisha's tall, shapely and bronze body was beautifully contrasted to Florence's small lightly tanned body. Both women's bodies were firm with muscles gleaming from the sunscreen oil they often rubbed on each other. The beach was neutral to topless bathers and many women would shed their tops, especially when in the water.

Alteisha put her mouth near her Mistress's ear and quietly asked permission to remove her bikini top. Florence nodded yes, and Alteisha immediately dropped her top revealing her magnificent tits for all the bathers to view. The rings through her nipples brought immediate attention to her upright breasts. The voices of other bathers were audible, as they whispered about the bronze beauty with great tits and pierced nipples.
Florence declined to remove her top and chuckled to herself at the male reaction to Alteisha's bare tits. Other women, on the beach, were also whispering about Alteisha. They were not particularly pleased about a half-nude woman, with great tits, stealing all male eyes away from them. Some were embarrassed by the comparison of their sagging breasts, to Alteisha's perfectly shaped tits, that seemingly defied gravity. The women that felt threatened and found reason to put their tops back on, while others with more shapely tits ignored Alteisha. The men seemed mesmerized by the rings in her nipples. Some wondered aloud if 'that hurt'. Alteisha reveled in the attention and strutted a bit to accentuate her marvelous tits as they swayed and jiggled.
Her Mistress scanned the women and men on the beach for signs of someone who might do as a maid. Her eyes fell on a young man she judged to be in his mid twenties, who seemed to be alone by choice. He had a nervous smile, which he used whenever one of the girls on the beach came near him. Florence sensed that the young man wanted to participate in the beach and water games, but was too shy to allow himself to join in. She wondered about him as a candidate for the maids' job at her home. Florence observed many girls approach him, but he declined all invitations with a shyness, that was refreshing in this era of the 'me first' generation. He glanced down at the sand each time a girl approached him, avoiding direct eye contact. Florence felt as though someone was watching her. She turned and looked in the direction of the shy young man just in time to see him staring at her. When he realized that she had caught him watching her, he lowered his eyes and looked away. He remained motionless for a short time, then gathered his towel and belongings and left the beach area.
Alteisha and her Mistress stayed on the beach until dusk. They joined a group of college students who invited them to watch the sunset, then get drunk and fuck until morning. Florence told them that they would stay for the sunset, but declined the fucking invitation. The students took the 'news' good-naturedly and began building a small fire on the beach.

Alteisha still had not put on her top to the dismay of some of the girl students who still felt threatened by her gorgeous tits. Florence smiled at their discomfort, but Alteisha did not put on her top. Some of the female students seemed to sense that Alteisha was sexually sensitive toward women and tried to 'hit' on her. She wisely and gracefully declined their advances. Eventually the group watched the sunset and Florence and her slave excused themselves, as the students paired off to spend the night on the sand dunes.
Alteisha bathed Florence and herself sensually cleaning her Mistress's cunt, tits and asshole. Florence returned her slave's attentions, by fondling of her nipples while being washed. She ran her fingers over Alteisha's asscheeks, commenting how she would enhance their beauty, by the whip marks she would place there later. Further, she told her not to plan to go topless in the morning, unless she wanted to somehow explain the welts across her tits.

Alteisha's cunt became wet from the comments of her Mistress and she suggested that they forego dinner until later. "No, dear slave slut, I need to dine to strengthen myself to wield the whip properly." Her Mistress told her. Alteisha nearly came from her Mistress's remarks, but recovered sufficiently to gather their handbags and prepare to leave. She thought about drying her cunt before going out, but decided against it thinking it might arouse her Mistress, or someone they might meet, if her cunt oozed nectar and the sweet fragrance of her musk.
The women dined, then retired to the hotel nightclub for drinks and dancing. They ordered a bottle of Chardonnay and sipped their wine as they listened to the band playing light rock. Alteisha was being eyed by some of the males that had been on the beach earlier. A tall man with dark hair asked her to dance and she looked to Florence who, imperceptibly, nodded yes. The couple moved onto the dance floor. Alteisha quickly attracted envious stares from most of the people in the club.

Florence smiled to herself as she looked about the club. Her eyes fell on a familiar face sitting alone at the rear. It was the young shy man she had noticed on the beach, earlier in the day. He fidgeted with his drink and clearly looked uncomfortable. Florence felt some empathy for the young man, stemming from her experiences prior to her stay at Castleton. She had spent many evenings doing the same things he was doing. She decided to help him.
"Hi, my name is Florence." She said as she stopped at his table.
"H- H- Hi." He stammered.
"I see you're alone. May I join you?" She asked him.
"Sure, if you want." He responded nervously. Florence sat down and smiled as she looked deeply into his eyes noting that he was both glad and unsure why she had sat down with him. "You may change your mind. - - I'm not too much fun to be with." He continued.
"Oh, I don't know about that. Why don't you let me be the judge of how much fun you can be." Replied Florence. She sensed that he was glad that she had come to his table, but that he wasn't sure what to say or do next. "I just wanted to meet you, since I saw you looking at me and my friend, on the beach this afternoon."
"Your friend was not hard to ignore, was she?" he asked with a nervous laugh.
"No, Alteisha usually isn't." Florence agreed with a large smile. "But, how about you? What's your name, and what brings you to the beach this weekend?"
"Oh, - I'm Gordon - Gordon Phillips." He stammered again. "I just thought that a get away weekend might - - might - help me meet people. As you can see, I'm not too comfortable talking about myself." He said with the same false nervous laugh. Florence led the discussion, telling him that she was a computer software developer and that she and Alteisha shared a house. Gordon revealed that he had traveled to the city from New England to take a new job and perhaps a fresh outlook on life.

Gordon said that he thought he would never be comfortable meeting and talking to women."Oh I don't know about that, you don't seem to be having trouble talking with me." Said Florence. He smiled and told her that he would never have approached her to talk if she hadn't made the first move. Florence skillfully persuaded Gordon to talk about himself. He seemed to let down his defenses and became more comfortable talking with her. He told her he was in his late twenties and was a successful financial analyst with a brokerage firm in New England.
Some how he had no difficulty in determining which stocks or bonds were the right ones to buy and conveying that information to clients over the phone. He had difficulty talking with clients face to face, however.

He had made a lot of money for both his boss and his clientele. Just as importantly, Gordon had also made a lot of money for himself, investing in the financial market. "Gordon," asked Florence, "since you are doing well in your job, why are you seeking a new one?"
"I'm not sure," he replied, "I just thought that a complete change might be a way to - - come out of my shell?" He paused then continued. "My boss wanted me to check out this city. We have an office here that needs an analyst and it would be a promotion for me, but I'm not sure. I decided to come to the beach and try to sort things out."
Florence smiled and asked him to dance with her. The band was playing a slow dance tune and Gordon reluctantly agreed. They began to dance and Gordon was a little nervous at first, but soon Florence had him actually enjoying the experience. Alteisha noticed them and danced by to say hello. Between tunes she said that one of the guys she was dancing with, had asked her to go to a Disco nearby and she asked if they would like to go. Florence sensed that Gordon would not be comfortable in a crowd and she told Alteisha to go on with out them.

"See you later." Alteisha said to Florence as she left hurriedly with the four guys she had been dancing with. Florence smiled to herself. She knew that none of the men could hope to keep up with her wild sex slave, once she got started. She, and they, would get fucked and sucked multiple times, cumming hard with reckless abandon. But she would not be 'satisfied' until her Mistress gave her the whipping she dearly craved.

Florence and Gordon continued to sip wine, talk and occasionally dance to the soft music. Florence's body fit nicely with Gordon's. He was just over six feet tall, but he did not tower over Florence in her high pumps. Naked, thought Florence, he would be a giant next to her in her bare feet. She let the mood music mellow her a little bit and she moved closer nestling her body in his arms as they danced smoothly.
"You dance beautifully." She told him. Florence felt his head lower slightly and she nuzzled her cheek against his as they danced to the music. She felt a stirring against her abdomen, as Gordon began to get a hard on. She smiled to herself and moved her belly closer to judge its size. Gordon's cock kept growing until he was fully upright and throbbing against Florence's belly. It was a monstrous cock that was rock hard. Florence wondered if pre-cum was seeping from the cockhole. She wondered if it would taste as good as the cocks she had sucked at Castleton.

"I'm sorry, Florence," Gordon said, as he realized she could feel his hard on against her belly, "I'm so embarrassed - - please don't think that - -that." Florence quickly put her finger to her pursed lips, to quiet him and rubbed against his cock with renewed exuberance.
"Don't be sorry, I'm not." She whispered to him, as they continued dancing and cock and belly rubbing. "It feels so good, Gordon." She whispered in his ear. "Why don't we go up to my room and have a nightcap." She suggested. She wanted to say 'go up and fuck', but was concerned he might be frightened off, if she was too forward. He nodded yes, and Gordon quickly signed both his and Florence's check and they left for the elevators. They were alone in the elevator and Florence kissed him full on the lips as they rode upward.
Inside the room, Florence quickly shed her clothes and helped Gordon get as naked as she was. She slowed him down, as he tried to lay her down on the bed. "I want to look at your strong body and hold that monstrous cock of yours." She told him. He seemed shocked at her words, but Florence quickly grasped his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. Her expert hands and fingers had him moaning for relief, as she fondled him to near orgasm, squeezing his cockhead to stifle his cumming.

He was clearly in wonderful agony. Florence amplified his considerable arousal, by licking his nipples, as she continued fondling his cock and balls. Gordon was nearly frantic with desire. He had never met anyone like Florence before let alone play with his cock, balls and nipples. A large drop of thick clear pre-cum seeped out of his cock hole and began to roll down the bulbous head. Quickly Florence scooped up the salty liquid with her finger and placed it near his mouth. "Take it." She said softly. Gordon, incredulous, opened his mouth and Florence slowly wiped the pre-cum on his tongue. He tasted the salty-sweet thick liquid and swallowed as Florence kissed him driving her tongue into his mouth to intertwine with his tongue. "Like that, Gordon?" She asked.
"Yes." He sighed as she laid him down on the bed and climbed on top of him straddling his chest. She brought his head to her nipple and forced it into his mouth. He eagerly began to lick and suck it. Suddenly, he felt the nipple ring on his tongue and looked quizzically at Florence.
"Suck and pull on the ring with your teeth." He needed no further encouragement as he complied, moving from one nipple to the other. Florence put her hand behind her to grasp his cock as he continued sucking her nipples. "Oh that's so good, Gordon." She said as she resumed her fondling his genitals. She squeezed his cockhead and held it, to delay his urge to cum. Slowly, she moved back to place the tip of his cock between her cuntlips.

"Do you like this, Gordon?" She asked without waiting for a response. He nodded yes, as he continued to suck her nipples. Florence lifted up and slowly lowered her body to take Gordon's massive cock into her cunt. Ever so slowly, on her knees, she began to rise and lower herself on the huge cock. "Don't cum, Gordon, - - wait for me to cum first, please." Florence told him. He nodded, but it was obvious that he was straining to prevent cumming.
Florence slowly moved to a sitting position on the bed, completely impaling herself on the massive cock in her cunt. He totally filled her. She could feel his cockhead pressing against her cervix. She thoroughly loved the fullness in her cunt, from the massive prick on which she was impaled. "Don't cum." She whispered as she slowly placed her knees underneath her again to resume the up and down movements on his cock. "Isn't this wonderful, Gordon?" He nodded 'yes' as she secretly enjoyed his torment.

"I'm going to cum first, if you'll just hang on a little longer." She cooed, and bent down to kiss him again. Clearly Gordon was in agony. He so wanted relief, but was afraid to disappoint Florence and he began to whimper, as he strained not to cum. "I'm almost ready, Gordon, please hold on. Just a few seconds more." Florence felt her orgasm start to rush through her body, as Gordon writhed in his personal agony. "Oh, God!" She cried, "I'm cumming!" Her cunt exploded in a gut wrenching orgasm, as she ground her hips into him and rode his cock hard, sending it deeper into her.
Gordon could not hold himself back any longer. He shrieked, and erupted in torrents of thick gooey cum. Florence felt his cum splashing against her vaginal walls. They both screamed their pleasure, at the most intense orgasm that either of them had experienced in a long time. Florence's orgasm barely subsided, when she came again from the continued fucking movements of her body, on his cock. Gordon was still hard, when he spent the last of his cum, during her final orgasm from this union. She was exhausted and fell forward on him, as both of them struggled to regain their composure. "Oh, Florence," Gordon sighed, "I've never cum like that. - - - It's so good. I thought I would pass out!"
"It was beautiful." Florence whispered as she was recovering, his cock still buried in her cunt. She could feel it begin to soften from its ordeal. Florence breathed deeply to regain her composure. She heard a key in the door and Alteisha came in grinning from ear to ear, and saw them still coupled and drained of energy. "Looks as though I just missed the fireworks." She grinned and kissed her Mistress full on the mouth. Florence smiled dreamily, indicating to Alteisha that she had indeed, just finished a fabulous fuck. Still mounted on Gordon's semi-hard on, Florence released embracing her slave.
"Strip naked and get the restraints." She ordered Alteisha. Her slave quickly and happily obeyed. She buckled a leather strap, with rings, to the bedpost then attached restraints to her wrists and ankles. Gordon watched in amazement, as Alteisha selected a thin leather whip from a drawer. She placed a wooden rod between her legs and clasped it to her ankle restraints, spreading her legs. Next, she fastened her wrist restraints to the bedpost strap and stood perfectly still awaiting her Mistress to attend to her.
"Gordon," Florence began, "I see that you're bewildered by this young women's actions. Let me explain." She paused for effect as Gordon looked on incredulously. "This young woman, Alteisha, is my personal slave. In fact she is my sex slave, and I am her very demanding Mistress. What is going on here is a discipline session, because she had no permission to do what she did, while she was out with those young men. She had permission to leave with them, but," another pause for effect, "she did not have my permission to fuck them, nor to cum when she was fucked by them." She looked at Alteisha and asked, "Alteisha did you fuck them? - - And if you did fuck them, did you cum?" Asked Florence.
"Yes Mistress, I fucked them all and I came several times." Smiled Alteisha.
"You admit it, then?"
"Yes, my Mistress."
"And did I give you permission to fuck them and to allow yourself to cum?"
"No, Mistress, you did not."
"Did you also suck their cocks, balls and assholes without my permission?"
"Yes, Mistress." Alteisha replied with her eyes lowered toward the floor.
"And, am I to suppose that you swallowed their semen?"
"Yes Mistress, I swallowed semen from each of the men that I fucked and sucked."
"Don't you believe that since you disobeyed, you should now be disciplined?" Florence asked.
"Yes, Mistress, please whip me to remind me what happens when I disobey."
"Yes, I will in a moment. I must attend to this sweet young man Gordon, first, however." She turned her attention to a puzzled and disbelieving Gordon, laying under her with his cock still embedded in her cunt. "Dear Gordon," she began, "did you enjoy our love making?" Unable, or too shy, to respond he nodded that he did enjoy fucking Florence. She smiled down at him and continued.

"I too was most pleased by your marvelous cock and your sweet, and understanding, restraint in allowing me to cum before you did. It shows that you know how to treat a lady. Would you like to make love with me again?" Gordon nodded yes, but did not pick up that she had said 'make love with me' and not 'make love to me', a distinction that was not, however, lost on Alteisha who smiled at her Mistress. "I take your nod as a yes, Gordon, but I need you to prove to me that you want to be with me again." Florence told him.
"What can I do? I do want to see you again. How can I prove it to you?" asked Gordon.
"Do what I ask now." She responded.
"Anything." He said quietly.
Florence smiled sweetly and rose up off his cock and moved her cunt over his face. "Lick my cunt free of your cum." She told him. He was dumb struck by her demand. She looked down at him and said with quiet conviction, "Now." Gordon opened his mouth as the first globs of thick pearly cum flowed in a string from her cunt to his open mouth and onto his tongue. She squeezed her cunt tight and sent another volley of semen cascading into his mouth, then settled her cunt over his mouth to let him suck and cleanse her cunt.

His tongue drove deep into her, and back out, to flick over her clit several times. Florence climaxed again. He continued licking her cunt when he became aware of the dual rings she wore in her cuntlips. Florence smiled sweetly at him, as she lifted up from his face and stood next to the bed. "Stay there, Gordon, savor your cum, and Alteisha's plight, while I attend to this slut."
Gordon, still unbelieving what he was hearing and seeing, lay on the bed looking at Alteisha whose eyes locked with his. He watched as Florence buckled a ball gag over Alteisha's mouth, raised the whip and struck Alteisha across her lovely bronze ass, raising an ugly welt. Again and again the whip graced Alteisha's asscheeks until they glowed a reddish bronze hue from the whip. Without a pause Florence placed multiple welts on Alteisha's tits, striking her nipples several times.

The ball gag muffled Alteisha's screams and sobs. She slumped against the bedpost limply hanging by her restraints. Florence removed the ball gag and Alteisha whispered a 'Thank you, Mistress', breathing heavily from the whipping. Gordon was completely dumb struck. He couldn't think of anything to say. He just stared at Florence, with a foolish look on his face, trying to make some sort of sense out of what he had just witnessed.
"Gordon," said Florence softly, "I hope you were not offended by what just transpired. She knows that she needs permission to do those things. Are you so offended that you don't want to see me again?" She asked sweetly.

"No -no" he stammered. "I do want to see you again. - - I do." Florence asked him what he thought about her relationship with her slave Alteisha. He said it didn't matter and he wanted to be with her. She told him that she was destined to be a Dominatrix forever. "I don't care!" He said. "I want to be with you."
"You must realize, Gordon, that what you're saying is that you want to be submissive to me and my desires." Florence told him. He nodded yes. "Gordon," Florence said, now measuring and selecting her words carefully, "It is not enough for you to want to be with me. You must obey me completely. I have different needs than other women you have known. Obedience to my will cannot be compromised. There are rules you must adhere to and not waiver from them, or you will be corrected, disciplined or punished. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, I do." He declared.
"I'm not sure you do, Gordon. Let me outline what I'm telling you. You must agree to submit and obey my every command. You will suffer the whip and other delicious torments for even minor infractions. Some of those sessions will be very, very painful. Sometimes you will be whipped solely for my amusement. Other times I may enjoy humiliating you for my pleasure, or my friends' pleasure. I will control all your actions. You may not speak unless given permission. You must have permission to do anything, even to go to the bathroom. You may not ever cum without permission from me, even when you are alone, traveling in your job, fucking, being sucked, fondled or being sexually tormented.'

"You will also be subservient to Alteisha and completely obey her, especially in the event of my absence. You may not refuse any request, or direction from either of us, no matter how much you may disagree. You will serve both of us living at my home, perform all household chores, cook and serve all meals, dress as I demand, or be naked if I so please. You will 'entertain' our friends, and anyone to whom I may loan or rent you. One final rule, Semen must never be wasted; no ones semen must ever be wasted. Finally, you must understand that this means, Gordon, that you will be my male slave."
"I agree to your terms, Florence. I love you. I want to be your - - your slave." He replied. Florence motioned for him to dress himself.
"Gordon, that is the last time you will call me by my given name. If you decide to stay with me you will call me Mistress, or Mistress Florence, but never again use my name alone without permission." Gordon tried to say something, but Florence stopped him by placing her finger over his mouth. She wrote something on the small hotel notepad near the phone and handed it to him. "Here is my telephone number where I work. I want you to go home and think for at least a week, perhaps two, about what I have told you.'

"If you decide to meet all these conditions, then call me. I will give you my address and you can move in. Bring all your clothes and belongings. I will ask my personal attorney to draw up all the 'rules' in a contract, for your signature. Once you sign that contract, you will then belong to me. Now go home and think very hard on this before you agree to anything. You must be sure, Gordon." She paused for effect then added, "End of discussion. Now go." Florence opened the hotel room door and Gordon, still speechless, nodded and left.
"God, Mistress, I hope he decides to join in your service. What a magnificent cock he has. I saw how much you enjoyed it. I hope it's my turn soon." Said Alteisha. Florence laughed as she unbuckled her slave's restraints.
"Now, you've given me another reason to discipline you, for not getting permission to speak." Florence said. "But just now I'm too tired, so I'll wait until morning or when we get home."
"Sounds delicious, Mistress." Said Alteisha laughing, breaking the rule again.
"Come to bed, my darling slut, before you talk yourself into perpetual whippings."

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Chapter Ten will follow very soon. Hope you liked this Ninth Chapter. Look for Chapter Ten in December 2000.


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