A Landscaper's Debt Ch. 07

When Brad and Joanna arrived at his room, Marie Colton's personal slave Lisa, was waiting for them. The dark raven-haired beauty with a tint of red highlighting her hair smiled. "Mistress Colton sent me to look after Brad." It was a simple declaration and Joanna didn't ask why. Taking the leash from Joanna, it was a silent but known fact, she was now in charge of Brad.

Joanna relinquished the leash and leaned up to kiss Brad on the cheek. "See you tomorrow stud," she laughed and then turned to Lisa. "Take good care of him. He is definitely going to be Mistress Marie's favorite."

"Don't worry about him and thank you for helping Mistress Jacqueline." Directing her gaze at Brad, she pulled on the leash. "Let's get some salve on those welts. Mistress Marie won't be happy if you are all marked up for tomorrow.

Brad knew it was pointless to ask about tomorrow. Joanna turned and walked away as if nothing happened between them today. He truly was a piece of meat to them. But what about Lisa? What was her game? Following her into his room, he smelled incense and heard soft melodic music. There were no signs of the erotic pictures and videos that had played constantly for the last few days. He didn't argue when Lisa ordered him to lie on the bed and began to soothe his welts with a raspberry scented balm. Brad relaxed and wondered if this was the only thing on Lisa's mind.

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The next day, he and Lisa drove to Mistress Marie's huge estate which seemed like a homecoming of sorts. He had been gone only a few days but it seemed a lifetime. The nagging thought at the back of his mind was, what was his role now that he was a committed submissive. While those thoughts jumped around in his head, he glanced at Marie Colton's slave, Lisa, driving the Mercedes. She was still wearing the white loose-fitting tank top she wore yesterday at Mistress Jacqueline's mansion. It was cut off just under her breasts, displaying her bare midriff. Even with the loose material, it didn't stop her taut desirable nipples from poking out of thin material. His gaze shifted lower to the tight shorts that didn't do much to hide her puffy sexual lips that protruded provocatively for his viewing pleasure, all of which brought back memories of yesterday.

As she maneuvered the luxury car through traffic, memories of yesterday and last night still reverberated in his mind. She had been sent to Jacqueline's mansion to oversee his final day. He remembered how her fingertips rubbed the salve onto each mark on his back and thighs, getting him ready for tonight. He smiled at the passing scenery, remembering how when she told him to turn over, she had a huge grin on her face.

His flaccid cock lay dormant but it would not be long. She took care to not touch his dormant muscle, applying the ointment on his thighs, careful not to touch or fondle his flaccid cock. Her fingers came dangerously close to touching the soft muscle a few times but as quickly as her fingers nearly brushed his member, she pulled them back, appearing to be all business.

But that all changed when she completed her task and then stripped off her tank top for Brad's viewing pleasure. Grabbing his flaccid muscle, she began to slowly stroke it. He asked her to stop, telling her how he got into trouble with Joanna earlier that day. But she had only smiled. " Mistress Marie commanded I take care of you and make sure your cock was in working order after being treated harshly by the two mistress'. She wants you in tip-top condition for tomorrow night."

The words had echoed in his brain. What was so special about tomorrow night? But then her dark raven colored hair hit his abdomen when her lips took the crown of his cock into her mouth. He looked at Lisa when they stopped at a red light and was rewarded with a sweet smile. It was clear she was thinking of yesterday too.

She had taken her time adoring his cock, kissing the entire length before sucking each of his cum-filled balls. He remembered how she worshipped it, as if it were some sort of religious object. Even now, he could feel blood flowing to his muscle just thinking of what they did together for sexual pleasure. He could still hear her lustful moans when she finally mounted him.

If he had any doubts she was not thinking of the same pleasure, it incinerated when her hand slid into his lap, clutching his semi-hard muscle. It was apparent they were both reliving the carnal pleasures without interference of mistress' and other slaves. Driving carefully, she reminisced how she rode his stallion-like cock. It filled her completely and she rode him for a long time, enjoying the feeling of not having to share him with the other slaves the way she did at the auction. Ever since that first day, when she laid eyes on him, she waited for Mistress Marie's blessing to have him one on one and she wasn't about to waste a minute of pleasure.

They both lost track of time, frequenting changing positions, trying to prolong the ecstasy. Their kisses, filled with hunger, lips crushing against lips, tongues fighting, fingers massaging, twisting nipples listening to the howls of unbridled lust. But physical needs took over and when it was over, they cuddled in each other's arms, allowing the moment to consume them. Afterwards Lisa told him how she came to be a slave to Marie Colton, telling him about her duties as Marie's private secretary and most importantly how she accepted the role of a submissive.

Brad listened with awe at the easy nature she was speaking about being a submissive. He had fought it but, in the end, he knew he was a submissive too. There were still some doubts about how he was going to fit into Mistress Marie's stable of slaves. Lisa chucked as he poured out his concerns. When he asked why she seemed so flippant, she told him she had the same doubts and concerns. Trying to put his mind at ease, she told him how he would continue to tend to the landscaping needs of the estate. He would be free to go wherever he wanted but when Mistress Marie wanted him for sexual play, he had to submit to her totally.

They were both shaken from their daydreams when Lisa turned into the drive and approached the gilded iron gate. She always thought it was ostentatious to have such an entrance but then Marie Colton was anything but shy about her money and power.

Arriving at the front portico, Brad saw Marie waiting for them with a woman on her right side and Jacqueline standing in the drive. He didn't' recognize the other woman and when Lisa put her hand on his arm, she whispered, "Thank you for yesterday and that other woman is Angela Morales. She is Mistress Marie's special guest tonight."

Jacqueline waited for the car to stop and then opened the car door for Brad. She had a wide smirk on her face, eyeing his well-toned body. "Well," she murmured, looking up and down his strong torso. "It looks like you have our Brad in good shape for this evenings activity."

Lisa smiled at her other mistress. "Yes, Mistress Jacqueline. I think he is quite ready for Mistress Marie and her guests."

Jacqueline ignored Lisa's sweet assessment and looked directly at Brad. Her smirk took on a more serious tone as she patted his cheek. "You just remember what you're here for Brad. Any disobedience on your part will be dealt with severely. Is that understood?"

Brad felt fear fill his heart. "I understand Mistress," he answered with a bit of hesitation.

The stern look changed suddenly to a sweet innocent smile. Maybe he learned who was boss. "Good, we expect to see you at six sharp," she said, patting his cheek again and then turning on her heels. She headed to the porch where the other two women stood.

Brad was a little apprehensive when he stood next to the luxury car seeing Lisa stay behind the driver's seat. She leaned sideways and told him she would see him in a little while. Evidently, she was not invited to talk to the women on the porch. Walking up the steps to the large porch area, he saw the giddy grin on Jacqueline's face.

Marie Colton stood erect, unabashedly letting her eyes roam up and down his well-developed body. The clothes she sent yesterday fit just perfect. "I trust Lisa treated you well." Glancing at her guest she saw her eyes also taking in the well-defined muscular arms. When the other woman unconsciously licked her lips, she knew Angela was going to love devouring her slave later.

Yes, Mistress Marie, very well." He knew damn well that they probably watched the couple last night and knew everything that happened in his prison room. Glancing at Jacqueline, he couldn't help but notice her shrewd grin return and he knew she had watched the sexual activity yesterday.

Marie had a knowing look when she asked, "Did you enjoy your reward?"

Brad quickly glanced at each woman before turning his gaze back to Marie. He knew the answer and glanced at Jacqueline with a smile. "Yes, Mistress Marie, very much so."

Marie chuckled at his furtive glance at Jacqueline. She was proud her friend had done a great job in such a short period. "I'm very proud of you Brad." Then just as quick she turned to the dark-haired woman. "This is Angela Morales, a business associate. She is here to discuss some business that Mistress Jacqueline and I are hoping to do with her company." Her tone let on that he may play some part of this business deal. "That is why we invited her to our little gathering this evening so she could get acquainted with us and our friends." Marie smiled, seeing his eyes take in Angela's body. Then she quickly added, "I'm sure you 'll get to know her much more intimately later this evening."

"Yes Mistress," he said, not sure if he was allowed to speak. From Mistress Marie's brief intro, Brad had a feeling this woman was here to join the mistress' in whatever evil kinky plan they had for him. He took a good look at the dark-haired woman who returned his gaze with a seductive smile. Her skin tone was darker than the other two women and he guessed she was of Spanish descent but didn't think it was his place to ask her origin of ancestry. What struck him was her short dark hair style and penetrating dark eyes. She seemed to be undressing him as she stuck out her hand. Taking her small hand, he was surprised by the strength of her handshake. Most women had weak handshake greetings but not this woman.

"It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am." His eyes took in her well-defined figure covered by a red dress that clung to her as if glued on her skin. Her exposed cleavage caught his eye, noticing the shiny gold heart hanging on a gold necklace, strategically nestled in the valley.

Angela saw his eyes staring at her cleavage and smiled. If everything worked out as she thought, he would be getting to see more than just the exposed skin. He would be viewing her naked body sculptured by body building. That part of her was well hidden under the red dress.

Putting on a business smile, she squeezed his large hand harder than needed and smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. Trust me young man. All mine." Her tone was definitely sexual as their handshake ended. She had heard the talk of his well-endowed member and she was anxious to see if all the rumors she heard were true.

He was still staring at her cleavage when he heard Marie interject. "There will be plenty of time for you two to get to know each other later." She turned her full attention to Brad. "You run along to your room and rest up. Lisa will fetch you about 5:30." With that announcement, she turned away from him. "Ladies if you please, we have some business to discuss."

Brad was left standing at the entrance feeling as if he were just discarded like an empty milk carton. He watched the women disappear into the house and then walked to his living quarters. Something special was going to happen tonight and from what he gathered all week, he would be the center of attention. He just didn't know what they were planning but whatever Jacqueline had been training him for was going to be put to use and this woman, Angela Morales, was a central figure.

Retiring to his bungalow, he found some clothes laid out on the bedsheet. He assumed it was an outfit he was to wear to tonight's festivities. A laugh escaped his lips seeing the silk shirt that resembled a shirt worn by a someone of nobility from the medieval ages. The shoulders were puffy and there were no buttons, only a leather string to tie it together. The pants were leather with no zipper, only a long leather string weaved through holes. "What the fuck. Is she having a Halloween party in the middle of summer?" Trying on the medieval outfit he couldn't help but laugh when he viewed himself in the full-length mirror. There was no mistaking the image Mistress Marie wanted. His bare chest was nearly exposed but the thing that caught his eye; his cock was packed tight in the pants. There would be no hiding or mistaking the size of his member. Brad shook his head and chuckled, wondering what the night would bring.

Lisa was punctual, arriving at the bungalow at 5:30. Her approving smile grew wider when her eyes wandered downward to the large lump prominently displayed in his pants. It was sure to draw the attention of Marie, Andrea, and all the guests. "You look very handsome and debonair," she muttered licking her lips, letting her gaze linger on his package.

"I have feeling I won't be wearing this outfit all night," he chuckled, already having a pretty good idea of what would be expected of him.

Lisa ignored his comment, twirling the leash in her hand. She knew he wouldn't be in it for very long. "Mistress is waiting for us."

When she moved to clip the leash on his collar, he backed off a step and asked, "Why do we need that?"

"Mistress requires you be brought to her like this."

Brad didn't resist when Lisa clipped the long leather leash to his collar. She tugged on it, bringing his lips close to his. "Thank you again for last night. I'm sure it won't be the last time." Her lips met his with passion and need, feeling his arms encircle her. Their tongues dive bombed against one another, both feeling blood begin to race through their veins. He wanted the kiss to last but she finally broke the seal and whispered, "It's time to go."

A sudden thrill and chill coursed through him. He had proclaimed his submissive nature to Jacqueline and Joanna yesterday and he was sure Mistress Marie was well aware of his remarks. Could he take the punishment that was sure to come his way this evening? He remained silent as they walked to the main house, Lisa lightly holding the leash in her hand, not having to tug him along.

In the main house, Lisa led him to stairway that led to a lower level. It seemed to be the same setup as Jacqueline's hallway to the dungeon. Did they have the same equipment? His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a short corridor with large double doors. Looking at the ornate oak doors there was a pair of door knockers with images of an evil demon with horns. Brad could only surmise it was the devil.

Lisa rapped lightly on the door and then turned to Brad. "You are to be blindfolded and your wrists tied at Mistress Marie's direction. She wants to see your expression when you get your first look at her dungeon."

Brad was about to argue but knew it would be useless. "I'm sure Mistress has her reasons," he muttered as Lisa placed the blindfold over his eyes and then laced a long piece of rope around his wrists. When he was ready, Lisa tapped the door again and then waited for it to open.

Brad heard the door open and felt a tug on his collar. He didn't resist, allowing Lisa to guide him into the room. Brad heard the murmur of voices as they walked deeper into the room. It was clear from the amount of whispering; Mistress Marie had a lot of guests waiting for him.

When they halted, he turned his head in different directions trying to detect what people were saying, "Stand at attention and put your hands behind your head," Lisa whispered.

Brad did as he was instructed, placing his hands at the back of his head wondering what was going to happen. The pounding of his heart and the pulsing of blood flowing through his veins blocked out any extraneous sounds. And then he heard Marie's voice as the blindfold was removed.

"Welcome to my dungeon." Mistress Marie wore a sly grin as she took in his physique, sighing and feeling a tingle of excitement race through her body. Her favorite slave was home and she had a feeling this was going to be a wonderful evening, filled with deviant lust for the slave who stood obediently in front of her.

Blinking his eyes and trying to adjust to the low-level lighting, he looked directly in front of him, seeing Marie and Angela sitting in elaborately decorative high back chairs resembling thrones. Torches flickered wildly on either side of them, flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the dark walls. Then he noticed other torches around the room giving the aura of a dungeon from another time period. The walls were made of sandstone just like Jacqueline's dungeon. But this one seemed a lot more authentic then Jacqueline's lair.

On Marie's right, Jacqueline sat on a smaller decorative throne-like chair with Anna sitting at her feet, their eyes shimmering with excitement. On Angela's left, Brianna sat in a similar chair with Sarah and Joanna sitting at her feet. Their eyes too betrayed enthusiasm for the evening's proceedings. His first impression was that of standing before two magistrates, ready to rule on his innocence or guilt. Was he about to be accused of something sinister?

Movement to his side captured his attention and upon turning his head, he noticed other men and women sitting in chairs and sofas. Some were drinking from golden goblets while their slaves sat obediently at their feet. Small tables scattered around the room held copious amounts of fruits and nuts. The room clearly looked like Roman orgies he had seen in photos and videos.

"Take a look around Brad. I'm sure you'll be impressed," Marie commented allowing him to survey his surroundings before the fun and excitement began.

His eyes quickly surveyed the room, realizing it was almost the entire size of the main floor. Columns, spaced evenly about the room, seemed to divide the entire area into different torture zones. On some columns, large iron rings attached to them held naked men and women captive.

If Jacqueline had a well-stocked dungeon, it, in no way compared to what lay before him. His eyes darted quickly at the objects in the room, seeing multiple devices sure to give pain and pleasure. Cages, occupied by men and women, hung from beams in the ceiling. Similar cages, scattered along the walls, held captives of the different sexes. The occupants in all the cages stared at him with soulful eyes. Was he to become one of them?

His eyes continued to scan the room seeing sexual devices of different shapes and sizes decorating the floor. A leather table similar Jacqueline's was nearby. Flat and circular racks with gears on each end for human stretching, stockade stands and posts, singular posts for securing a person, ropes hanging from wooden beams in random patterns to secure someone in various positions. There were also various types of horses and spanking benches that littered the floor.

And then there were the walls. Besides being constructed of sandstone to replicate a medieval setting, steel rings, benches, wooden beams, and St. Andrew Crosses of various configurations adorned the walls. Along with the other wall decorations, he spied a spider type contraption made up of heavy-duty rope, seeming to represent being caught in a spider's web with no chance of escape. Other wall spaces contained toys of all sorts hanging from hooks, ready for mistress to use as she saw fit. One thing for sure, Mistress Marie's dungeon was more equipped than Jacqueline's dungeon. He was sure Mistress Marie was fully capable of administering just as much pain as Mistress Jacqueline,