Joining the Circle Ch. 05

Chapter 5: Who is your Master?

Bob's voice was dry, almost clinical. "You made a choice earlier. I will hold you to it. You might find it difficult to sleep for a while. If you find thoughts turning to your Mistress, I direct you to think about our conversation about Maddy. Is she submissive? Why does she turn to me? What does she know that both you and Donna need to figure out?"

Junie felt like her breasts and cunt were on fire. Her voice was hoarse. "Yes, Sir."

Bob put what looked like a small walkie talkie on her dresser. "This is a baby monitor. If you call me I will hear. Only disturb me if it's an emergency." He covered her with a blanket and left her in the dark, the soft material scratching on her skin like it was wool.

Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. Junie felt waves of sensation rolling through her, restlessly whispering to her of her frustrated needs. Her body twisted and pulled against the ropes, seeking some relief. As she lay there, she found herself listening again, straining her ears, seeking some sound of Donna lying just below her. She forced her thoughts to Bob's questions to her about Maddy.

Over and over in the night she would drift off almost to sleep, only to wake when her body would try to turn, and the ropes would pull her back awake. It was very late when she whispered to herself, "Oh, of course." And finally let the exhaustion suck her under.

Junie woke to a touch on her ankle. She opened her eyes to Donna's tired smile. "Good morning, Sweet Junie. You have slept late." Donna had lines of fatigue around her eyes.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I was up late thinking about something Master asked me." She tried to stretch and ended up pulling against the ropes to wake up her muscles. She giggled. "I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment."

"Ah yes, thinking. Our Master is fond of having us think. Do you have to go to bathroom?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Donna untied Junie. "Go on then, pee, get a drink of water. Don't get dressed. Come back here when you are done."

Junie was back promptly. Donna pointed at the bed. "Back where you were." Junie climbed back up and Donna quickly tied the ropes back exactly back the way they were before. Pulling the blanket up over Junie, Donna sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked Junie's hair away from her face. "It is not my place to free you, Junie. That is our Master's decision."

Donna continued. "I have to apologize to you, Sweet Junie. I lost my vision of my place. I was out of balance. I confused you. It is unfortunate that this has happened at the very birth of our relationship. I will do my best to correct this, but it will mean things may be a bit more difficult for you for a while. It is a sad but inevitable fact that the most submissive member of the circle is the symptom bearer and thus the one that bears the greatest burden when imbalance is remedied."

"I don't understand, Ma'am."

"You will." Donna leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Remember who our Master is. It is that simple."

Junie surged against her ropes, a soft exclamation on her lips. "Yes, like Maddy! That is what he wanted me to think about. What made Maddy different from Honey, why she would look at him whenever I commanded or praised her."

Donna laughed a soft affectionate chuckle. "Ah yes, our Master and his dogs."

Junie giggled. "He is right though."

"Our Master is very wise."

"Oh Ma'am, so much happened last night."

Donna gently covered Junie's lips with her hand. "Our Master has told me already. Now is not the time to think about things outside our circle. We will speak of those things later."

"Ma'am, why are you not calling him by his name?"

"It helps all of us remember what he is."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Your choosing to withhold your orgasm last night showed how infected you were with my rebellion. When our Master told you to come now or not come at all, he did not mean for you to make a choice. He was challenging you to come on command, testing your ability to perform for him. It had not occurred to him that you would choose not to. I looked into your eyes and sensed your choice. At that moment I knew I had failed you." Donna's voice was strangely sad.

"What is going to happen to me, Ma'am?" Junie was becoming increasingly aware that Donna was sad as much about what was going to happen, as she was about what had happened.

"That is for our Master to decide."

A tiny whimper vibrated in Junie's throat.

Donna kissed Junie's forehead one last time. "I must rest for while. Remember, it is simple, remember who our Master is." She stood and walked out. Junie for the first time felt a tear slip down her temple.

Junie did not have a clear sense of how much time she lay there waiting. Something tickled at her awareness and she turned her head. Bob was standing silent in her doorway, casually leaning against the door frame. His head was kind of tipped to one side and his eyes calculating. Junie felt her mouth go dry.

When their eyes met he gave a little nod, the smallest acknowledgment. He glanced at the baby monitor. "I listened to your talk with Donna. What are your thoughts?"

"About what you asked me last night, about Maddy, it's hard to put into words, but Maddy knows no matter what happens it is because of you. If she obeys me, she is really obeying you. If I reward her, she knows the reward is ultimately from you. It's like Maddy knows who her Master is. Honey doesn't seem to care?"

"Fair enough, I am not sure that Honey doesn't care, but you are right about Maddy. She knows. You will learn this too."

Junie felt mesmerized by his electric blue eyes. She whispered, "I want that."

"Donna said it is simple. She was correct. It is simple, but it won't be easy."

Junie felt her eyes brimming with tears. Her heart was racing. She did not know if it was the fear or the anticipation. "Master, Sir, I am yours. Do what you think is best."

Bob nodded, "I already am." He turned and walked out of the room.

He was not gone long. He had several items in his hands that he dumped in a pile on the top of her dresser. His voice took on that conversational tone that Junie was beginning to recognize as him thinking out loud, as much as communicating. "You denied me what was mine last night. I know it seemed like I had given you a choice. That was unfortunate. I think we will continue with that theme."

He quickly untied her. "Turn over, head down, ass up." Junie quickly assumed the position. His hand was gentle and warm, stroking her ass. "I really like your ass. Have you ever worn a butt plug?"

"No, Master. I... um... put a vibrator up there but not a plug."

"Oh, this will be a new experience for you." Junie felt a cool wetness on her anus and his fingers pushing in, invading. There was no teasing, preparation, just the quick, business like application of the lubrication on and into her bottom. She felt the firm blunt end of something pushing against her. "It will be easier for you if you relax." Junie closed her eyes and breathed out a long slow breath as the plug slid into her. He was neither gentle nor slow. There was the familiar sharp burning pain and, just as the plug stretched her almost too wide, a soft protesting whine squeezing out of her lips, the pain eased and she knew it had gone all the way in. There was a deep feeling of pressure and fullness.

Junie was breathing in soft panting breaths, turning her face toward Bob, waiting to see what he wanted from her next, and blinking back the tears. He met her eyes again. His voice was almost sympathetic. "It may be a very long day for you." His fingers gave the butt plug a firm tap, making her ass spasm and jerk. Sliding lower, his fingers slid into her. "Such a good girl, always wet for me. That pleases me."

Junie felt a little wiggle of excitement course through her at his praise. She smiled happily, arching her back, pushing back against his fingers. Again he tapped the butt plug, "Be still." Junie froze.

Bob turned to the dresser and came back with a round object with a wire attached, "This ought to keep your motor running." He held the egg up before Junie's eyes. "Donna says this is interesting but not enough to come with. We all know that every woman is different. You will have to let me know how it makes you feel." He pushed it into her cunt and lifting the control end he pushed a button.

Junie felt a soft purring sensation inside her. It was gentle and almost soothing, but it did seem to make the plug in her ass vibrate in sympathy and that was the most intrusive. "Master, it is gentle, tingly, but it does make the plug in my bottom vibrate too. That is the most... um... distracting part."

"Don't say bottom. It's your asshole." Bob's voice was uncharacteristically sharp.

"Yes, Master, my asshole."

"Let's see what the other settings do." Bob pushed another button. Junie jumped as the vibrations increased sharply.

"Ooh, it's a lot stronger. It tickles and the plug in my asshole is really buzzing." Suddenly the sensation doubled. Junie had to tense to avoid giggling hysterically. "Damn... um sorry... It tickles like hell, Master. It is very strong. I don't know if it would make me come or not, certainly not right away."

Bob changed the intensity to the middle setting. "We will leave it there. Junie, do you have a sense of what my goal is?"

"Master, I think you intend to keep me very excited all day. You said you want to continue with the theme of my decision to resist your command to come. You are going to torture me with that decision. My lesson is that my body belongs to you. My responses belong to you."

"I love how intuitive you are. Yes, this is an experiment in how long you can resist coming. Only this resistance is because I command it. I want you to avoid coming no matter what. If something I do accidentally pushes you too far and you sense you are in danger of failure, tell me, push me away, rip that fucking vibrator out of your cunt. I require you collaborate with me in this torture. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"How do you feel about this?"

"Right now it sounds very erotic and I am excited to try, but a tiny voice is telling me I have no idea what I am in for and I will end up regretting my enthusiasm, Master."

Bob chuckled, a long low growl. "You are so right." Again he slapped her ass, striking the plug, driving it deeper. "Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed."

Junie turned and sat down; jumping a little as sitting on the plug made it move and press on different parts of her insides. "Here hold this." Bob handed the controls to the egg that was buzzing busily in her cunt to her. He turned to her dresser and began digging through her drawers. He held up the yellow panty and bra set. "Yes these will be perfect." He handed them to her. Junie took them and obediently put them on. She felt very distracted by the plug in her bottom. It seemed very hard and rigid and every time she moved it seemed to readjust inside her.

As Junie began to sit back down on the edge of the bed, Bob shook his head. "Stand there. Stand up straight with your hands behind your head." Bob picked up a black permanent marker and turned to her with a mischievous grin and began to mark a circle where her nipples pushed against the fabric. Junie almost flinched back, a dismayed look on her face. Bob gave her a sharp look, "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, Junie. This is a small thing." His voice was harsh. "Who owns you, bitch?"

"You own me, Master." Junie's voice was frightened.

"Who owns this scrap of fabric?" He leaned down and marked an oval where her cunt lips pouted against the fabric.

"It is yours, Master."

"Remember that. Take off the fucking things and hand them to me." He picked up a pair of scissors.

Junie quickly pulled off the bra and panties and watched him with tears in her eyes as he almost cheerfully began snipping away at them. It wasn't many seconds before he handed them back to her. "Here you go. Let's see how they look now."

Junie pulled the mutilated lingerie back on and blushed miserably looking down at her nipples poking out obscenely through the holes in her bra. Her cunt lips bulged through the hole in her underwear, the dark brown of her skin contrasting sharply against the pale yellow of the lace. Bob laughed cruelly. "You look so nasty, Junie."

Junie nodded, her eyes still frozen on the image of herself in the full length mirror. Her face was scarlet and her mouth trembling. The buzzing in her cunt a constant distraction, she squirmed a little. "We have just a few more things to add before we get started on our chores."

Returning to the desk he came back with two clamps and roughly grabbing her nipple he pulled and pinched it until it was hard and aching. Junie tensed and hissed as the clamp pinched down on her nipple. "One more." He turned to her other breast and soon she had a matching clamp. It took almost a whole minute before Junie could adjust to the sharp pain. "Yes, so pretty. But let's add this." Bob attached a chain between the clamps, hanging in a gentle curve between her nipples. "Isn't that prettier?" Junie nodded. It did look a lot nicer than the image of just her naked nipples poking grotesquely out of the bra.

Junie still held the controller of the egg awkwardly in one of her hands. Bob took it from her. "We can't have you holding this all day long. You will need your hands free to work." Bob took the heavy battery filled controller and wrapped the wire around the chain stretched between her breasts and dropped the weight to swing back and forth, bumping against her soft belly. Junie yelped as the weight jerked, sending sharp pains through her nipples. Bob watched as Junie flinched and squirmed. He reached up and casually flicked a finger against one of her nipples and nodded as Junie yelped again. "Good. We are almost done. Lie back on the bed and spread your legs."

Junie's eyes looked at him pleadingly, as she lay back. What more could he do to her? Bob came back with a handful of small clothes pins, his eyes on her cunt lips protruding through the ragged oval cut in her panties. "I want to see you. All of you." He clipped several clothes pins to her outer labia and pulled her spread wide, pinning them to the fabric of her panties leaving her gaping and exposed. Last he fastened two more onto her inner labia to dangle down.

He stood up and pulled a long narrow wand vibrator out of his pocket. "Now Junie this is important. Remember you are not to orgasm. I want you to allow yourself to get as close to coming as you dare, but do not come." He pressed the end of the vibrator to her exposed clitoris.

Junie fought to keep from pulling away from the sudden intense sensation. It was way too much, too fast. She fought to adjust to this and monitor her feelings. Very quickly she could feel herself tensing; she forced herself to relax, breathing carefully in and out. When she felt like she could not take another second she pushed the wand away with her hands, gasping, "Stop, have to stop. Please stop."

Bob wiped the wand off on her belly and put it back into his pocket. He had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yes, I think that will do. Stand up, Junie." He pointed at a bottle of sunscreen on the dresser. "Put lots of that on, all over. We are going to be working outside most of the day. You should wear your shoes. And put some lube on your cunt, don't want any chafing. Come on out to the front deck when you are ready."

Junie looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked like a demented, pornographic Christmas tree. All she needed was a silly hat. Her favorite matching yellow bra and panty set were ruined; the holes Bob had cut in them let her brown nipples and cunt lips bulge through. The nipple clamps were shiny and Junie thought they would have looked pretty if there wasn't a big baby blue plastic vibrator controller hanging from the center of the chain connecting them. Every time she moved she could feel the weight of the batteries in the thing as it swung and bounced back and forth across her stomach. Her nipples felt like they were on fire and the day had hardly started.

She stood awkwardly with her legs apart, the matching rows of small multicolored clothes pins held her labia spread open, exposing her inner folds to the world and the vibrator Bob carried. The two additional clothes pins dangling from her inner labia kept getting caught between her thighs and yanking painfully. Now that she was standing the vibrating egg in her cunt had slid down a little and was even more distracting. It still seemed to make the butt plug in her ass sing in concert.

All in all Junie felt very ridiculous and painfully aroused. Bob had been teasing her to the brink of orgasm since last night and from what she could tell he planned to continue for a lot longer, if not for ever. He had told her to come outside to help with chores, and she knew he was not going to wait patiently for too long. Silently thankful that there were no neighbors to see her dressed like this, Junie waddled as quickly as she could out into the morning sunshine.

It was hard to tell which sensation shooting through her body was the one most uncomfortable. Every step seemed to jiggle, pull, or yank some new part of her body. Bob was right. This was going to be a very long day.

Bob seemed to have trouble not laughing as he regarded her in the bright morning sunlight. "Did you put on lots of sunscreen?"

"Yes, Master."

"Go back and get the bottle. I want to make sure you did not miss any places."

"Yes, Master."

Junie waddled back into her room and returned with the bottle. She stood with her legs spread, her head hanging in embarrassment as Bob put a second layer of the sunscreen on her, starting at her face and ending at her feet, careful to not miss a square inch of her skin. His hands were warm and soothing, but Junie had trouble paying attention to how it felt. Her overwhelmed senses kept her too distracted. "Donna would not like it if we got any tan lines on you."

Bob had clipped the wand vibrator onto one side of his belt and a crop onto the other side. Taking the crop in his hand, he said, "Junie, turn the vibrator up to high and lean over and grab your ankles."

Junie whimpered and complied. The intense vibrations were making her squirm as she struggled to reach down. Not flexible enough, she settled for grabbing the backs of her calves, her eyes drawn to the dangling control swinging back and forth in front of her eyes. At least in this position her breasts were crushed against her thighs and belly, protecting her from the pain of the dangling weight.

Junie squirmed again as the vibrations in her cunt began to be hard to ignore. It felt like the vibrator was pushing directly against the hard butt plug, sending the sharp buzz deep into her ass. She froze as she felt the crop stroke up the inside of her thigh. Bob voice was soft. "How are you feeling right now, Junie?"

Junie had to clear her throat, "Master, I feel very embarrassed. My whole body is tense and tingling. The vibrations in my cunt are going clear into my ass and the clothes pins are jiggling too."

"How close are you to coming?"

"Not too close, Master. It's there but everything is sort of distracting."

"As the day progresses, I expect it to become more and more of an issue. You will have to be very careful. If you fail it will make your ordeal all that much longer and severe. I am going to hit you now. Each time I hit you, tell me thank you and then beg for another."

Junie's voice quavered, "Yes, Master."

The sharp snap of the crop against her ass made Junie lose her grasp of her calves and start to rise up, the sudden weight of the batteries snapping down hard on her nipples. She forced herself back down. "Thank you, Master. Please, please do it again." Her words were a strangled sob.