Night Full of Surprises

It was evening the world was turning into night, she knelt in the middle of the large yet warm wood panelled room. The oriental carpet under her was a rich burgundy and gold pattern with flecks of dark forest green. She studied it, she thought how beautiful it was. Like everything here it seemed to transport her to another time. Everything was ornate but not gaudy it was rich and warm, slightly masculine but not overly so.

She watched as the servants went about lighting candles scattered around the room in sconces and candelabras. She thought it curious in these modern times that candles should be used. They closed the heavy velvet drapes of the darkest green. They took no notice of her. It made her feel like part of the furniture. She was aware of the passage of time only by the ticking of the Grandfather clock behind her. She didn't turn or move she was told to stay on her knees and wait for her Master when the gentleman who brought her here had taken her from over his shoulder and pushed her to knees.

He opened his trouser front and took his cock out and slapped it on her face then ordered her to suck him off and thank him for bringing here safely and without incident. She took him inside her mouth and worked her cheeks and tongue over his shaft. He groaned what a good little whore she was and he grabbed the back of her hair and shoved his cock deep down her throat and held it there until she couldn't breathe and nearly lost consciousness. Her head swam and then she heard him say "look at me slut" and she opened up her eyes, her pupils full and black as night looking up at him and he exploded into her mouth, so much seed that she could not for the life of her contain it and it oozed out of the corners of her mouth, ran down her neck and fell in globs to her breasts.

He wiped his softening member on her face smearing the remaining jewels of spunk over her. He smiled down at her and tucked his cock back inside his trousers zipped them and began removing her slave bracelets.

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She had been brought to this place in the afternoon. As her Master instructed her she was to wait in their flat, naked, freshly showered, perfumed, and her hair and make up was to be in his words "exquisite". He told her there would be a man come to the house and knock the door three times, no more no less, and she was to rise and answer the door. When he viewed her she was to drop to her knees, lift her slender arms before her and cross them at her wrists for binding. This would indicate that she submitted to him and would cause him no trouble.

She had done all he had asked and when the gentleman arrived she nervously answered the door, the man was handsome and his appraisal of her made her become instantly soaked between her ample thighs. She dropped to her knees gracefully and lifted her wrists to him crossed, she lowered her head between them her luxurious sable mane cascading down over her features.

He grabbed one wrist then brushed against her as he moved to bring it gently but firmly behind her, she felt the cold steel of the manacle and heard it close sharply on her left wrist, he said firmly "now the other" and she lowered her right wrist which he closed the other manacle over and she heard it snap shut. She dare not move, dare not displease her Master by being disobedient.

She heard a chain drag on the floor behind her between her ankles. Felt the coolness of it kiss her calves and then felt his warm hands cuff her ankles in bracelets as well. The he helped her up and she lifted her eyes to his face and he smiled at her. At first it shocked her to see it, but then she realized that he was enjoying this. She looked out the front door and it hit home that if anyone walked by they would see her naked in the doorway being chained. Then the further thought came to her that she will be required to walk the full 4 flights of stairs and it was the time of day for people to be coming home from work. Shame filled her cheeks turning them red and hot. Her nipples tightened along with her muscles of her body, but the core of her burned. Humiliated, shamed, she felt her slave fire light in her stomach, the need to bare it to please her Master whom she figured was somewhere watching, as she knew it gave him great pleasure to see her this way.

Then something she didn't expect happened. She felt a black hood placed over her face. The sun in the sky was bright and it was full light outside yet she could not see a thing. Further humiliation should she fall naked down the stairs. Then she also knew she would be punished for marring her slave flesh.

She groaned in spite of herself and she heard her captor chuckle.

******* There had been no incidents, no falls, the gentleman had taken perfect care of his ward. Delivering her to the place she now knelt. Her knees ached from so long in the position. She was hungry and parched. She lowered her head and closed her eyes wondering how much longer she would have to remain so.

She wondered what was in store for her in such a place as this and how her Master came to find it. They were not of any means well off and this was definitely owned by someone who had money a great deal of it. It not only looked rich it smelled rich.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't hear her Master come into the room behind her until she felt his touch on her cheek. She jumped and then sighed at the familiar touch. "Hello my precious pet". He said with much tender feeling in his voice. She nuzzled his hand in answer. He tipped her face up to look at him, he searched her face and then asked one simple worded question, "excited?"

She felt her heart thunder in her chest as though the blood in her veins had been put back and she spoke, "yes Master." Her heart picked up its pace her nipples that were soft and smooth tightened, her nub in the top of her slit began to pulse, she moaned softly, her Master chuckled.

He was a man that knew what he wanted. Had always known what he was. His appeal to women was not in his looks but in his manner, in the way he carried himself, in the way he spoke. He knew he could have the most stunning beauty at his feet begging to be touched by him if given the opportunity. His confidence oozed from him.

But this woman on her knees she was a rare beauty, for she gave him not only herself fully, but anything he desired, she failed seldom to displease him, he had found a treasure in her, someone to explore and adventure with. She was as debauched and kinky as he was. So he knew by the end of this night she will have pleased him well.

He stroked her cheek, he loved her, loved her in a way that no married couple would understand. She was his prized possession. He would never let her go.

He pulled her to her feet and leaned in and pulled her into his arms and showed her the full depth of his feeling for her, kissed her deeply drinking from the well of sweetness of her mouth. Delving with his tongue, tasting, teasing, sweeping her flavour into his own his fingers massaged her scalp and tangled in her tresses. He felt her respond and melt into him, fitting her body perfectly to his, moulded against him because she was made for him.

The dance their mouths made with each other caused his cock to swell and ache in need of her, it turned his tenderness harder, and he pushed her away breaking the kiss, shoved her to her knees again by her shoulders and commanded "On your hand and knees slut"!

She dropped to her hands and knees and took position lowering her head and raising her ass high spreading her knees apart opening herself up to him. Her breasts plump and full dangling like pendulums her heat coming into view, smoothly shaven, plump and puffy like pastry. Her pink inner lip poking out like a glistening little tongue. She rolled her hips showing him her hunger her eagerness to be taken and he ripped open his zipper and took his hard thick shaft out and shoved it into her hot slippery tunnel, he felt her close around him, tight and snug, he growled and pulled out slowly and shoved himself in again but harder, she was glorious beneath him, her breast swinging, her moaning sounding almost feral. Her hands clasping and unclasping against the carpet as he thrust in and pulled out. He felt her tighten her walls around him. Felt her try to suck him in like a vacuum as he pulled out. He pounded brutally at her cunt. Watched her the half moons of her ass and legs shake as her muscles tried to steady her against his thrusts. He reached under her and massaged her button with his middle finger causing her to lift her hips and her nectar to ooze around his throbbing cock. Her cunt now making the sounds of a suction cup. Suck suck suck suck, he growled again and felt that familiar rolling of her cunt over his cock. He knew she was going to cum soon, he snarled at her " don't you dare!" she whimpered and his strokes became harsher, harder and faster. He felt his balls tighten and with the last full stroke he exploded inside her filling her hole with his spunk, he strokes shortened and slowed as if he was working it deep inside her. She was panting beneath him, she didn't beg for release which pleased him. It was not time yet far from it. The night of torment and pleasure was only just beginning.

He rose up off her, stood and tucked his softening member back into his dark black trousers. She looked up at him and for the first time noticed what he was wearing. His suit was well tailored. It didn't look store bought the lines of it were too precise, to clean. He looked fantastic in it. He smiled down at her as he fixed his tie and finished putting himself back together.

He turned and walked over to a cloth rope with a tassel on the end of it and pulled it sharply twice and immediately the door opened and two females entered. They curtsied to him and then moved toward her. They were dressed as maids but the uniform they wore had no top, their breasts bounced as they walked toward her. The pair wore black short skirts with a small white pinafore and a white crinoline underneath; you could see the sensual curve of their bottoms just peeking from under it. Their stockings where white seamed with lace tops with little black bows at the back just where the seam started. Their feet had extremely high heels on to make them take small quick steps. She had never seen such heels before. They looked like ballet shoes with heels, they were so elegant. She immediately loved them. Everything about them was pristine and graceful. The hair on their heads was pilled high and the little white cap was tucked into the hair and ringlets fell softly around the temples of their faces. They didn't look directly at her, as one stood to her left and the other to her right.

Her Master came back to her and commanded her back to her knees. She moved quickly and felt dishevelled and soiled alongside these women. Her hair was a wild nest of tangles from thrashing against the carpet and her makeup was smeared, black circles around her eyes and dried streaks of cum could clearly be seen on her cheeks, neck and breasts. Her liquid was now drying along with her Masters spunk on the inside of her thighs. She lowers her eyes and bowed her head from shame and embarrassment that these perfect maids should see her so.

Her Master took her chin and tipped it up, he wasn't smiling, he said "You are hiding pet, why do you hide your beautiful face from me and from the world?"

She swallowed hard, remembering that what she looked like signified what her Master wished her to be. Many times they had had this discussion. She must be graceful, proud, and beautiful at all times, what Master saw to deposit on her was part of her beauty her charm, it showed how much he loved her cared for her and desired her to leave her thus. Although she may be shamed, humiliated by what was seen she must remember it was for her Masters pleasure that it is there and that is what she should be proud of.

"I'm sorry Master forgive me for my error." She raised her face more and smiled at him. He slapped her face hard 5 times until both cheeks were pink and stung. "Don't forget what you are and who owns you pet. EVER!"

"Yes Master!" was all she said.

He turned and gave instructions to the maids and then stood up closer to his property and told her to kiss him. She leaned forward and pressed her hips to the outline of his cock in his trousers, her kisses where small and reverent. He reached down and stroked her cum stained cheek and said, "Be a good girl and I will see you in a bit." He turned and walked out the door shutting it behind him.

****** The maids helped her up to her feet, she felt wobbly and unsteady from having spent nearly 6 hours on her knees and back, her centre of gravity being altered. For the first time she heard the maids speak, their voices where soft and barely above a whisper. The bid her to come with them as they made their way toward one of the panelled walls in the room and with a slight push and flick the panel gave way.

She gasped in surprise, then giggled, a secret entrance how wonderful, with one maid in front of her and one behind her they walked down a dimly lit very narrow hallway until they reached the destination and with a sound of a latch being turned they entered into another chamber.

When she stepped through the hidden doorway the brightness of the room hurt her eyes at first. This room was light and very feminine. Light blue and cream colour scheme, the furniture was delicate and reminded her of something out of a magazine she once looked through. Louis the XIV style that was it. There was a large dressing table with all kinds of makeup's and perfumes on it. A fire blazing next to it with a huge copper tub before it filled with steaming water. She sighed at the sight of it. She walked over to it and saw it was strewn with rose petals.

One of the maids told her to please step into it and she would bathe her. She tipped a toe in and then feeling the water was a perfect temperature she sunk into its warmth, the tub was so deep the water came up to just above her breasts which seemed to float in the warmth of the water. The maid tipped a small bottle and poured oil that smelled of jasmine in the water. The aroma filled the room. She leaned back and sighed contented and closed her eyes. Soon she felt the hand of the maid cupping her hand against her forehead as she poured water over his pets head.

Then the maid moved around behind the slave and with shampoo in her hand began washing her hair. She massaged her head. Working her scalp making her relax as she had been taught. Then she gently rinsed her hair. Over and over she poured the warm clear water until all the soap was gone. She moved back to the side of the tub and saw that the she was relaxed.

The maid smiled and took a bar of soap and lathered her hand and started with the her shoulders. She let her hands move smoothly over the perfect flesh of the slave. Then her hand sunk under the water and she cupped the her breast squeezing it and pinching and pulling her nipple, she felt it tighten and grow taut in her hand then she moved to the other one and did the same, the slave began to moan, her head rolling gently against the back of the copper tub.

Her hand moved and washed over the her stomach. Lower, lower until she reached her cunt and she felt the slaves heat against her hand, her legs spread slightly and she cupped her pussy, massaging it with her small hand, then she dipped her long middle finger into the her and stroked her fire, rubbed that special ridged spot in every woman's heat, she strummed it back and forth, back and forth pushing down on it until her hand shot out of the water and gripped the sides of the tub then the maid moved her hand away and washed the slaves thighs, calves and feet.

When she reached her feet she washed each foot then lifted her foot to her mouth and suckled each of her toes sensually making the slave moan and look dreamily at the maid. Lastly she asked her to stand and she washed the back of her body massaging her. Making her skin pinken up and glow.

She moved back to the front of her and begged her to spread her legs and when the slave did so she lathered her cunt and very carefully shaved her drawing the razor again and against slowly and carefully over her "V" periodically checking for stubble and sweeping her fingers over the nub in the top of her slit making her moan and sigh. Then she rinsed her and placed a soft kiss on the slaves heat and felt her jump at her unexpected show of gratitude of allowing the maid to serve her.

The maid poured fresh water into a ceramic basin and held it up over her head to her and begged her to use it to wash her face. The slave did so washing away the remnants of makeup and dried semen from her features. When she had finished the maid took the basin away and then grabbed a huge white fluffy towel and put it around the her shoulders. The maid then proceeded to dry her off not missing anything. She smiled shyly at the maid and looked and saw the second maid waiting by the dressing table bidding her to come to her for the next step of her preparation.