Robin's Quest Ch. 05

"Oh, yes, Master!"

"OK, slave Robin but after that, I'm taking your asshole. If I can get it up later, I'll also claim your pussy."

Master Eugene soon proved to Robin that his oral abilities were no fluke. If anything, now that he was more familiar with Robin's intimacy he showed, even more artistry. Robin cried out "Jesus!" three times as the second orgasm struck her like a rogue wave at the beach.

Robin was so completely spent that she actually wanted nothing more than to drift off into immediate slumber. But Robin had learned much as a slave. The wife she was would have simply given Simon a good night kiss and pulled the covers about herself. The slave she now was understood that a Master was to be rewarded, whether he showed her sufficient attention or not. None of the Masters she had been with had been greedy in any way. It was not a duty to provide for their needs it was a pleasure.

Robin rolled over and offered her pert young ass to Master Eugene, who carefully lubricated her rear entry and his massive rod. With a slowness that Robin found both exhilarating and exasperating, the gray-haired man worked his tool fully into Robin's anus. The fullness of him inside her was revelatory to Robin. With deliberate slowness, Master Eugene began pumping away. He reminded Robin of great steam engine slowly building up steam. His pace accelerated the closer he came to orgasm. Then with a shout of triumph, he deposited his load deep inside Robin's ass. The Master's cry was echoed by one from Robin.

Gasping for breath, Robin collapsed into a knot on the bed. Master Eugene embraced her. She turned, and the two exchanged kisses for the longest while. In the darkened bedroom Master Eugene and Robin soon were caught up in quiet conversation. They talked mostly about her own Master and what it was like to serve him.

"He is as fine a man as I know," replied Robin, "but not the finest."

"I hope the man you feel that way about knows how you feel." stated Eugene

"He will soon enough." replied Robin.

Before the conversation could travel down roads that Robin would just as soon have left unexplored, Eugene's old flesh was ready to go once more.

"Well look at that!" he marveled.

"Master Eugene, lie back and relax, this one is on me." stated Robin enticingly.

With the man old enough to be her father on his back, Robin slowly impaled herself on his erect tool. Very quickly, Robin decided that this manner of intercourse was as delightful as any the two had shared thus far. Robin slid up and down Eugene's mast, a sailor trying to recapture the wind. It took Eugene far longer to climax on this occasion. Robin reached her peak well before the Master did, still, she kept driving towards her goal. Robin was beyond tired when she felt Master Eugene soften deep inside her. Within moments, she was sleeping blissfully in her temporary Master's arms, oblivious to his robust snoring.

The alarm woke them early on Friday morning. Despite the early hour, Robin felt rested and refreshed as she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Her own Master Geoff was already in the room. Each Master was responsible for preparing his own slave for the convention. As the two showered together, Robin's master performed the most meticulous shaving job ever. Next, the master led the naked Robin to his own room. A very skimpy leather garment exited the closet. From a drawer in a dresser, her master produced an object made out of leather and composite materials.

"This, Robin is a chastity belt. I have not had you wear one before because it was not part of the training regime I devised. However, Simon's Goddess requires that you wear one. She will also lay down the ground rules under what conditions you may see Simon. Goddess Beverly is not entirely sold on the idea of you seeing Simon. She probably fears how it might intervene in Simon's training. I am in a similar quandary regarding you. However, I feel, on balance, that you seeing Simon again will ease your mind. No matter what happens later today, I'm confident I can deal with the results. "

Robin's Master helped Robin into the chastity belt, adjusted it and asked, "Is that comfortable enough? I'll take it off once you are done seeing Simon. Now let's get you dressed and then we can say goodbye to our guests, although,we may see them at the convention, we probably won't interact with them during it."

Robin was less than enthusiastic in how Her master then dressed her. Never before had he exposed so much of her flesh in public. The leather-like top slid over her head like a tube top and barely concealed her areolas. The outline of her nipples could be spied readily. The tiny leather skirt exposed much of her buttocks. Robin was actually grateful for the chastity belt as it would conceal her privates from view. For her legs, the Master produced two custom made thigh-high, black leather boots with formidable spiked heels. They seemed to give her several more inches in stature. The Master clipped a leash to Robin's collar and led her back to the living room.

The other Masters and slaves had preceded them. Robin noted that Claire was clad similar to herself but that Anne wore only a pair of rhinestone panties and pasties. Robin understood that on most occasions when a guest left the home, it was the host slave's job to provide going away blow jobs. That rule was waived because of time restrictions. Instead, there were kisses all around as Robin was embraced and kissed By Masters David and Eugene and then by Anne and Claire. After wishing everyone well, the six made their way to the driveway or garage.

While seated in the passenger seat of the Master's car, Robin reflected upon the first time she rode in this same car. She scarcely recognized the woman she had been. Her fears on that occasion now seemed laughable She had been afraid of so many things, from voiding her wedding vows to being asked to perform the impossible. Nothing the Master had ever asked of her had been especially onerous, indeed the man proceeded with a gentility and sensitivity of a saint. "The Master may not be a Christian but he reflects true humility like the Man Himself." Thought Robin. It was clear to her now that God HAD used this man to teach her many great spiritual truths that she had once only played lip service to. She prayed that Simon would be receptive to taking her back. She was a new woman now and she desperately wanted to show that woman to Simon. "To have come so far only to lose the prize." she stated out loud.

"Simon?" asked the Master.

"Yes."

"You don't know if you have lost ANYTHING yet."

"On the contrary, Master replied Robin. "I have lost the woman I was and that is a very good thing."

"If Simon rejects you, he is the world's greatest fool." said the Master before seizing a lull in traffic to plant a delightful kiss on Robin's lips.

After a surprisingly long drive, The Master pulled up in front of a huge mansion surrounded by green acreage. As if reading Robin's mind the Master explained. "This mansion was built by a famous industrialist. After his death, it became a rather exclusive hotel. The land is still owned by a descendant of that industrialist. That descendant is quite active in the BDSM community. Once a year, he turns the premises over to us. He provides us a bargain rate so long as we give him free admittance to our gathering. Somehow he thinks that saves him money. There are some rich folks I doubt that I will ever understand."

Robin's Master exited the car to make room for the valet, then he helped Robin exit the car. The way the valet's eyes devoured Robin made her acutely aware of just how scanty her attire. While Robin enjoyed being eyed by strangers, she had never been displayed like this before. She tried to force the young man's leer from her mind as she trailed behind the Master through the front doors of the resort hotel. The Master produced their tickets and the two progressed to a small kiosk. Before Robin could react a stencil was placed on her right breast and an air brush fired a stream of ink at the stencil. Seconds later the stencil was removed revealing a unique number on Robin's breast. The operator of the airbrush smiled and said, "So you can be returned to your proper owner when this weekend is over, deary."

Robin gazed at the temporary alteration of her body. The ink was already dry and did not smudge in the least when Robin ran her fingers over it. Their next step was the information desk.

"Ah, found them." stated the Master. "They are on the third floor. I may as well take your clothing now. When we get to their room Goddess Beverly will lay down the rules. You will address her ALWAYS as Goddess. Keep a firm hold on your emotions and obey her implicitly or she will end your meeting even before it begins."

Robin felt very odd indeed being naked in front of so many strangers. Her Master had told her what to expect, still. Robin forced thoughts such as shame and embarrassment, which she had thought that she had shed a long time ago, and focused on her imminent meeting with Simon. After removing her clothes, the Master placed a blindfold over Robin's eyes. "You are not to know their room number so you don't try to break the rules by sneaking away a trying to visit Simon later." stated the Master softly.

Robin thought the darkness on the way to Simon and his Goddess's room, the bleakest of her life. "Hopefully, this is the darkness before dawn." she thought , "and not the clouds before the storm."

Holding the Master's shoulder as she strode behind him in the dark, helped calm Robin. The Master had her best interests at heart and always would. She knew that he was prepared for any eventuality. The Master's stride ceased and there was a knock on a door.

"Geoff."

"Beverly."

"This her?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Bring her in."

The Master tugged on Robin's leash and she stepped forward. She heard a door close behind her. The blindfold was removed. Simon was not in the room. Instead, Robin encountered the stern yet beautiful countenance of Goddess Beverly. She was dressed in a clingy top that accentuated her impressive bust. "Much better tits that mine." thought Robin. The Goddess wore a short black skirt that exposed her fine legs. "Longer and sexier than mine." though Robin. The Goddess's outfit thoroughly demonstrated that its wearer was in fine shape. Her tummy was flat and muscular, her arms and hands long and shapely. Robin thought this woman, even with the haughty expression on her face, far more beautiful than herself. Goddess Beverly eyed Robin head to toe before an expression, as though she had just smelled something disgusting, crossed her face. Robin felt butterflies the size of Mothra in her stomach.

"Listen up, slave I WILL NOT repeat myself. His slave name is Matthew. If you call him ANYTHING else this interview is over. There will be NO touching, no shaking of hands, no kissing, no waving, no public displays of affection at all. Master Geoff and I will monitor this conversation. If you stray into off-limits territory I will say "halt" If I have to repeat that word a second time, this conversation is over. Once the clock starts ticking you and Matthew will be permitted to converse for thirty minutes. That time WILL NOT be extended. Is that clear, worm?"

Robin nodded her head and finally uttered, "Yes, Goddess."

The Goddess strode to a door nearby, entered the room and returned with Simon on the end of a leash. Robin could not believe her eyes, she barely recognized her husband. His rail-thin physique was now far beefier he appeared at least fifty or sixty pounds heavier and all of that was muscle. His skin was hairless and his naturally wavy dark hair had was in a very short buzz cut. Robin's eyes fell to Simon's crotch where his shaven manhood glowered at the world behind a metal cage padlocked in place. Robin noted that Simon was giving her the once over as well. After a moment of stunned silence, Robin began to speak. "S..Matthew? What happened to you?"

"My Goddess prefers more muscular men, She helped me become a man more to her liking."

"That must have been hard work."

"Serving my Goddess and making her happy is NEVER hard work." replied Simon in a self-satisfied manner. Then Simon took a long lingering look at Robin's enticing new toned body. Desire was clear in his eyes when he stated,

"Your Master seems to be keeping you in shape as well ..."

"It's still Robin. And yes, My Master has been very firm about my exercise regime. I'll gladly keep this body just as fit and trim for you." After a brief pause she continued, "Matthew, I'm here to talk about us. My uncle's experiment will end in June and I want to know where we stand."

Simon gazed at Robin with an iciness that disarmed her. "My Goddess has shown me what true love is. Whatever we had, it was not that."

Robin broke down in tears and said, "I KNOW S..Matthew, I KNOW. I have learned so much about myself. I am not the woman I was, nor would I be the wife I was ever again. My Master and my own conscience have made it abundantly clear that I was no prize. But please give me another chance, I'll be everything you ever dreamed of."

"I dream of my Goddess now. You could never be her."

No, I could never be her. I could never be as beautiful. I am sure I fall short of her in many ways, but I could be a wonderful wife for you. I could be the wife you always dreamed of. I could be even better than the wife you hoped I'd be as I walked down the aisle to become your bride. I know how to love you now. I know I will never take you for granted again. Please give me another chance. All I have been dreaming about for the longest time is embracing you and kissing you and loving you like there is no tomorrow!"

"I'd like to believe you." replied Simon, "but you have made promises like that before, Robin. Even though I am her slave, my Goddess shows me the affection and appreciation I thought were only in novels and movies. She has made me see how many times I surrendered my heart to you, only to have you stomp on it and kick it away.

"Oh, Matthew, that is ALL true. But I am a new woman now. Certainly, toss away what we had, but try and make a new beginning for both of us!"

Simon was quiet for a long moment before he spoke again.

"Robin, I have spent a great deal of time over the last months mentally forgiving you. The Bible asks if the leopard can change its spots. While I sincerely doubt that you CAN change. I am willing, for the sake of our marriage, and the commitment we had, to give you a second chance. The honeymoon won't be a long one. If I do not notice real change within a month we WILL part ways forever."

"Oh! Matthew thank you! I'll give you a month you will never forget."

That brought a smile to Simon's face. The first he had worn since entering the room.

Forgetting herself, Robin made a move to embrace Simon.

"That's it! This conversation is OVER! Leave the room please, Matthew." stated Goddess Beverly.

Without even a second glance, Simon strode out of the room and closed the door behind himself. Beverly stepped in front of Robin.

"I hope you are happy, bitch, you are going to get your devilish claws into Matthew again! You practically ruined one of the sweetest most desperate for affection souls I have ever met. Your poison must be very deep inside him for him to want to take another bite of the apple. You listen to me, whore, and you listen hard. If you ever mistreat Matthew again, I will show up at your house and personally cut your tits off! Women like you give the rest of us a bad name. You...

"Enough, Beverly!" Interjected Master Geoff.

Robin who had stood in stunned silence, absorbing the Goddess's words, then she broke down. Her Master embraced her and Robin cried into his shoulder.

"It's true, everything she said is true. I'm such an awful person Master. I DON'T deserve Simon!"

"That is the first thing you have said so far that is true!" asserted Goddess Beverly vehemently.

From somewhere Robin found strength. Through her tears, she confronted the Goddess. "I'll prove you wrong, Goddess. I'll prove to the world that I love Simon. I'll prove to the world That I am worthy to wear his ring. I'll prove to Simon that I can change."

"You are not fit for a collar much less a wedding ring!" hissed Beverly in reply.

"I said, enough!" repeated master Geoff "It is time for us to go, Robin. We'll have breakfast in the cafe and you can get your mind back on the convention." he slid the blindfold back over Robin's eyes and said, "Follow me."

Once in the hallway, Master Geoff turned a corner until the room they had just exited was effectively invisible. He removed the blindfold, redressed Robin and faced her with a sober expression.

"You have quite a fight on your hands, Robin. Didn't you see?"

"See what, Master?"

"Goddess Beverly is very much in love with your husband. She probably feels as strongly towards him as you do. For him to allow you an opening, even a small one, is a painful rejection for her."

"Do you really think so?"

"Believe me, Robin, I've been part of this community long enough to be able to read when a Dom has become mastered by their sub. She is head over heels in love with Simon. She is only going to pour it on in the coming months."

"How can I compete with HER? She is more beautiful than me and she has been showing Simon the kind of love that, even with everything I have learned, I am not sure I can match. How can I hope to win my husband back from that woman .. that Goddess."

"I'm not sure I can give you any answer you would like to hear. What I CAN tell you is that, if you continue to be diligent in your duties and keep an open mind to new experiences and even greater joys of submission, I will have you as ready as you possibly can be to win Simon back."

"Oh, thank you, Master." replied Robin. "Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me."

A considerable length of time then passed while Robin and her Master exchanged kisses in the hallway.