Mistress Manor

Chapter One

Bridgett had been sold after spending six out of the ten years since her and Marcus had parted ways at the training house for submissives and dominates. Even though Marcus had helped teach her the art of dominance and submission four years after they had gone their separate ways, she had started to crave something that she couldn’t seem to find on her own, and instead of seeking Marcus out she had found a house that trained those inclined to learning the art of dominance and submission. So, she had learned and gotten back some of what had been missing.

But now the house had sold her for sixty thousand dollars, and she was to be a submissive to some snotty young buck of a lord. At the moment she was being washed and oiled in preparation for her first night as the lords sub. When the collar was placed around her throat she sighed in resigned acceptance and was led from the bathing chamber to the lord’s playroom to wait.

She didn’t have to wait long for he was already there and naked with a drink in his hand.

“Awe my new prize has arrived.” He said with a leer as he walked towards her.

“Leave us.” He barked to the servant who had led her to the room.

“Now my prize it’s time to have some fun.” He grabbed the leash attached to the collar and pulled her to him for a drunken sloppy kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled her roughly over to a hip high table pushing her onto her back. After he gulped the last of his drink, he began strapping her down. Stretching her arms above her head he cinched her wrists a bit too tight with the leather strap before moving down to open her thighs. When the leather bit into the flesh of her right thigh she winced slightly, and the lord slapped her pussy when he saw.

“No flinching sub, I do what I please to those I own.” With that said he strapped her left thigh down just as tight.

Stepping back some the lord took his meaty cock in hand stroking it fast and hard until he blew a thick creamy load onto the pink wet folds of her pussy. When he finished panting, he walked over to a rack of toys, and choosing a ruler sized piece of wood that had metal studs on it he returned to her. Then starting at her collarbone worked his way down her right side striking her flesh every few inches, reaching her open thighs he used both hands to flick the ruler from her knee inward to where her thigh met her hip. Still using both hands he then snapped it against her pussy six times ripping a scream from her lips with each stroke, laughing at this he stepped back again gripping his cock and jerking off till her pussy was once again coated in his cum.

Walking to her left shoulder he began working his way down snapping the ruler against her pussy even harder this time, but instead of stepping back to jerk off he dropped the toy and fucked his thick cock thru her tender flesh pounding her pussy until he came once again in her hot core only to walk away leaving her strapped to the table as he collapsed on the bed into sleep.

Bridgett stared up at the ceiling, what the hell was that? Her body was throbbing from the points the studded ruler had made contact, and her throbbing pussy was dripping his cum mixed with her own wetness, and her unattended desire left to burn inside. She must have drifted off because sometime later she was jerked awake as the lord pulled her off the table by the leash, and forced her onto a spanking bench, the straps biting into her flesh as the lord secured her to it before gripping her hair and forcing his cock deep into her mouth and fucking over and over, and when she gagged and coughed as he came in her mouth he pulled out and slapped her hard enough to split her lip before gagging her and picking up a flogger. The lord worked her back and ass over and over with the flogger, the blows getting harder and harder until he finally dropped the toy only to grip her hair before fucking her fast and hard from behind.

Two hours later when the lord had decided he was done playing with her he led her to a small chamber. Chaining her wrists above her to the bed he left her there and went to find his own bed.

Marcus sat at the back of the tavern with a bottle of whiskey half gone at his elbow scanning the room through a drunken haze. It had been ten years since he had parted ways with Bridgett, and he had spent the better part of those years at the bottom of the bottle. He had taken lovers over the years, but he eventually would see Bridgett in their submission, and he wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of them anymore so he would leave without a word. Sneaking off in the dead of night moving to another town.

Now he was contemplating taking on another sub or going to find Bridgett and demand that they work things out finding a way to forge ahead together. But instead of moving or starting to make a plan he lifted his glass continuing to drown himself in booze.

A few hours later and halfway into his second bottle he stared as a petite redhead sashayed her way over to him. Her hips and breasts heavily accented by the black corset that cinched in her narrow waist. When the woman reached his table and leaned in, he gripped her hair pulling her in for a drunken kiss thrusting his tongue deep tasting honey and wine. When the woman moaned in response, he pulled her onto his lap moving his exploration to her throat and the swell of her plump tits while working his free hand under her skirts to stroke her thigh. Rubbing at her inner thigh getting closer and closer to her bare folds when he reached them, he found them soaked with her juices, he groaned against her throat biting down on her pale flesh.

“Oh, sire give me more…” the woman moaned at his bite squeezing his fingers as her thighs clinched in desire.

“More you say.” He pulled back staring into her lust clouded eyes.

“Please sire…” she begged so sweetly.

He silently pulled his hands away and forced her to stand as he did. Taking the bottle with one hand while taking the nape of her neck in the other. He walked them to the stairs in the corner and pushed her up ahead of him.

In his penthouse suite above the tavern, he set the bottle aside and silently stripped her of her clothes petting and teasing her heated flesh as it was exposed. When she was fully naked, he cuffed her wrists with his hands behind her and walked her backwards to the bed pushing her onto it with her arms still behind her. Stepping back, he stared as he undid his pants freeing his stiff cock. When he gripped it stroking its length the woman moaned arching her back. Still without a word Marcus stroked the tip of his cock through her wet folds before thrusting into her hot pussy to the hilt.

“Sire…” she said on a low moan of desire.

Seeing the lust and desire in her eyes and her body Marcus fucked her fast and hard listening to her chanted sire over and over. When he finally came feeling her convulse around him, he pulled out with one word.

“Stay.” And he walked away retrieving the bottle before heading to the bathroom.

Marcus shut himself in the bathroom leaning his forehead against the cool wood of the door. Did he really want to do this? Did he even know what he was doing? With a deep sigh he took a swig from the bottle still in his hand, and opening the door again went to take care of the sub on his bed.

Returning to the woman on his bed he slowly began stroking the tops of her thighs, bending down he kissed her naval before slipping his arms under her low back to help her into a sitting position. Rubbing her back, he took her lips in a soft drugging kiss, the honey on her lips tasted so good he wanted more and more, but he wanted to play as well so he broke the kiss and helped her to stand. Gripping the back of her neck he gave her another brief kiss before walking her over to a hook in the ceiling, once there he took a rope from the nearby table securing her wrists in front before lifting them to the hook suspending her on her tippy toes then stroked his hands down the length of her body slowly smiling as goose bumps rose on her heated flesh. Reaching her ankles, he knelt before her sliding his hands back up to her knees, he pushed them up and out to slide them over his shoulders leaving her dripping pussy right at his mouth.

“Time to see if these lips taste like honey too.” He said before running his tongue through her wetness.

The woman gasped and pulled against her bounds, but he just slid his hand around her thighs pulling her closer as he got started slowly taking his time to taste and tease every inch of her hot quivering folds, reaching her clit he lightly flicked over and over loving the little yips she was making, slurping at her juices that did indeed taste of honey. He finally sucked her clit hard gripping her thighs tighter when she tried to jerk away, and he sucked and sucked until she screamed her release. Smiling against her folds he began again licking and nipping at her folds up and down, over, and over making her jerk and yelp as her body continued to quake, and he had her cumming over and over. When she screamed again, he gave her one last long firm lick, and pulled away letting her legs come back down to the tippy toes as he stood.

The woman’s head was back, and he could see the pulse at her throat as she panted. He smiled again stroking his hand up and down the middle of her body getting a throaty moan, and a gasping jerk when he pinched both her nipples rolling them back and forth between his fingers harder and harder than pulling slightly before releasing them making her yelp again. He then reached his hand behind her head he lifted it and claimed her mouth forcing her flavor onto her tongue making her take her pussy juices.

“Sire…” she breathed as he broke the kiss.

Marcus stepped back breaking all contact only to move around to her back and smack his hand against her ass.

“No words, or I’ll gag that pretty mouth of honey.” He said walking over to a rack of floggers and paddles.

Selecting a flogger made of brushed suede Marcus returned to the woman caressing her back with his hand before he started swing the flogger in a figure eight motion building speed before striking her low back and ass. The first two made her gasp some, the last of the next three had her yelping softly, the next six he increased the force behind them and had her screaming so nicely. Stepping into her body Marcus slid his free hand over her hip and across her hipbone before slipping his fingers through her wet folds playing with her clit, and when she came so sweetly, he bit down on her shoulder leaving a nice-looking bruise on her pale skin.

Marcus turned to the table at his side picking up another length of rope, next he looped it around her left thigh lifting it to secure it to the hook exposing her pussy fully to him. So pretty he thought petting her softly, nice light touches meant to drive her wild. Watching her rock on the toes of the foot still on the ground he kept a light touch up and down through her folds so pretty he thought again. He moved away walking back to the bathroom to get the bottle of whiskey. Lifting it to his lips as he returned to her, he swigged as he started to circle the flogger again striking her open pussy over and over watching it contract looking for something to grip, twelve more blows he took a last swig from the bottle. Setting it and the flogger aside he took his hard cock in one hand and her right thigh in the other he wrapped that leg around his waist as he slid into her fucking her harder and harder until she was screaming and convulsing around him. Three time he made her cum before finally letting himself fall jerking and shooting his creamy load deep into her hot pulsing core.

Breathing heavily, he pulled out releasing her and helping her over to the bed where he laid her out, rubbing some life back into her limbs before collapsing next to her and falling asleep.