The Hidden Slave

I continued to take in the woman in front of me, still unsure why I was doing even that. Slave's stomach was flat and her hips complimented her frame very well, her pussy was trimmed and matched the color of her hair, confirming that Slave was a natural brunette. For a moment something about her seemed familiar but since she herself admitted that she was new to this I dismissed the thought before it grew into fruition. Finally I just shook my head and went and sat on a chair by the door.

To many Masters this would have been their own wet dream, a slave contracted to them for as long as they wished and when you have finished with her, give her back and walk away. There was even a document signed by her allowing me to legally do what I wished to her and not a court of law in the country would be able to do a thing about it. The slave in front of me was an exquisite blank canvas, yet I couldn't touch her.

"Even when I came into this room I had no idea why I did. I thank you for what it is you offer and I'm sure there are many upstairs that would beat this door down in a New York minute to take over from here. I can't help you with whatever it is you seek. I had the best for five really great years, and maybe one day I will find another but at the moment I'm not looking."

Slave raised her head and looked directly at me and then walked to the door and knelt with her back to it, barring my exit. Something about her changed, her palms now faced down and along her thighs, her whole demeanor seemed tenser. I actually liked her, she showed a single minded spirit and I liked that. With a sigh I got up off the seat and went and sat in front of her on the floor.

"You understand I can simply drag you away from the door and leave?"

Slave nodded her head once and continued to watch my chest. Her breathing became more rapid through the ball gag as she seemed to be waiting for me to do just that.

"I can't go back to this, I once promised someone very dear to me that I would, but I can't. It has been too long now and I would end up damaging you."

The muscles across the top half of her chest tightened as she turned her hands back to palms up, she was showing me her total submission and a willingness to allow me to play with her, yet all I could do was once again shake my head. Finally her hands came together and lifted off her lap, as she extended her arms her cupped hands giving the impression that something so very precious was resting inside.

For such a long time we simply looked at each other, this was an impasse, even without a ball gag on her reluctance to speak was making things worse. Finally one hand went to her mouth, both then moved to her tits and then her left hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy while her right hand pointed to me.

I tried to deflect what she had just told me by saying. "I suppose if you had a spare hand it would have gone behind you to your ass."

All she did was nod her head once, not even a pause as she answered in her own way.

"You place a great deal of trust in me. I could leave you a broken wreck and as long as I don't make you bleed I could well put you in hospital."

Once again her hands came together and her arms extended, even the threat that I could well put her in hospital was greeted by a simple nod of her head and her gesture that she was giving me all of her as a gift. I was still so deep in thought over all this I simply didn't see her move. Slave's fingers touched my cheek, she was so warn to the touch I was shocked, my head turned to her so quickly she instantly pulled her hand away, placing it back onto her lap, palm upwards.

I fucking hate masks. I couldn't read this woman and that was so frustrating. Still, that need not to do this was fighting with my need to once again feel something close to what I felt when Angie was alive and in the play room.

Once again I sighed. "You require a safe word."

Slave was frantically shaking her head.

My voice hardened as I said. "Think on this as the only gift you will get from me, I don't know you, you have already admitted you are new to this. That makes you vulnerable; you will have a safe word."

Again Slave frantically shook her head. She didn't see my hand move between us, the force of the blow to her tits sent the top half of her body sideways momentarily. Her scream of pain was muffled by the ball gag. By the time she had recovered and again placed her hands palms upwards on her thighs I was already standing and walking towards the equipment on the far wall.

"Remove your gag and place it on the chair, step away from the door and stand in the middle of this room."

By the time I had collected everything I needed and turned, Slave was indeed standing in the middle of the room. Even as I worked on her I talked to her, which I found odd. I never did that with Angie, short commands to a dripping Angie was always enough.

"Bend over and hold onto your ankles."

Slave quickly did just that.

"You can have your pick of any Master, or indeed Mistress, upstairs yet you chose me. I wanted to be left alone in my grief, yet I've been pulled back to being who I was by you and this contract."

The slap across her ass got me nothing more than a grunt. Slave was keeping her mouth shut for now, I worked lube into her and could feel her desperately try to relax her ass to allow me access. First one and then two fingers I had worked into her told me I definitely needed the lube or I would tear her, relaxed or not. Once satisfied, I slowly pushed the butt plug into her, the moan she desperately tried to hide as I did told me a great deal as well. As soon as the thickest part of the plug had entered her, Slave's instinct was to push back. I waited for this and slapped her other ass cheek.

"When did I tell you to move? You gave yourself to me remember, it's in that contract you signed. Or was that a lie, are you just playing at wanting to be a slave?"

Slave's quick shake of her head was her only response. Moving slightly so I was at the right angle I swung my hand and slapped her pussy, the force sent her a step forward to which she very quickly returned to her original place, another grunt from her was her only reply. She was keeping her mouth firmly shut. I left her pussy for a moment and went and knelt next to her head, she either heard or saw me coming and she tensed.

"I was going to give you a gift, remember? A safe word, but you knew better and refused. Do you think that refusing impressed me? Taking that safe word would have impressed me, your vow of silence wouldn't have mattered- I would have given you something to hold onto that wouldn't have needed you to say anything."

Her only reply was to once again shake her head. Getting up and going behind her I watched her pussy. Although she trimmed the hair over her pubic bone, there was no hair at all around her pussy lips, those same pussy lips that had now become blood engorged and glistened in the low light of the cell. Judging by the juices emanating from between her lips I didn't have to lube her, I did anyway. Tapping her thigh with my hand brought the desired result, Slave's leg moved half a pace to the side.

She heard the vibrator start, her own body gave her away. Putting it on full and pushing it into her also got the expected result, a soft moan escaped her lips and then caught in her throat as she tried so desperately hard to be quiet. It was only when my palm touched a soaked pussy did she realize the vibrator was fully inside her.

"Stand up and close your legs, keep your arms by your side."

When the rope went around Slave's neck she went rigid, I stood and waited, watching her. Finally she took a deep breath swallowed once and finally her body relaxed. Angie was like this in the play room at the very beginning of our relationship so I suppose I should have expected the same from this novice as well. But just like Angie, this novice also had to me taught a lesson. I pulled the rope off her and dropped it on the floor.

"Get your clothes on, your contract is worthless. You brought me here remember, just as you have also seemed to have forgotten the word slave, which is what you are."

Slave's mouth opened to say something and just caught herself in time. She shook her head took a step back and slowly knelt down to pick up the rope, the vibrator and butt plug reminding her of her limits. Once stood, Slave took a step forward, placing the rope once again around her neck, her hands again by her side. I still wanted to test her limits, to make her aware this was indeed her last chance.

I grabbed the rope and pulled her close to me, she was inches from my face. Not once had she resisted, part of me suspected she was expecting some sort of retribution for her actions.

"Your ability to do or say anything ended when you signed that contract, remember?"

I waited for her to reply, the slow nod of her head was all I got. I continued to stare at the part of her mask that was her eyes. I still fucking hate masks. It was her shoulders I saw move first, her hands traveled up the space between us and I looked down at her hands. She had cupped them together again, reinforcing her statement that she was giving me a gift. I relaxed the hold I had on the rope, Slave took a step back and tried to kneel.

The vibrator was already starting to have an effect on her if her nipples were anything to go by, the slow moan she made as she knelt before me took us both by surprise, I had to work fast. Waving her to stand I asked her if she had drank anything today she nodded. I asked her a few more questions trying to find out just how hydrated she was which isn't easy when all you get is a nod or the shake of a head as a reply. Grabbing hold of the rope once again I pulled her to me, she came willingly.

My eye followed the line of her tits and I tied a knot about six inches from her neck, another knot followed four inches below that and one more just above her navel. Slave tried desperately hard to remain still although her breathing pattern still gave away her anxiety. I tapped her thigh and she opened her legs, the rope went between her and I smiled, no chance of either the butt plug or vibrator falling out now I thought, telling her to close them again I turned my attention to behind her.

Once behind her I made sure the rope traveled up the crack of her ass and then up through the rope around her neck. Dividing the rope I brought it back around her front placing it over the top of her tits and between the first and second knot. The rest of the time I spent crisscrossing the rope between her front and back, tying off just below the knot by her navel. It wasn't my best roping of a slave but given the time frame I had I didn't want this slave cramping up.

"Place your arms behind you."

The hand cuffs held her wrists to the back of the rope harness. Slave's breathing once again became rapid and I grabbed the ball gag, told her to open, and placed it back on her. Holding her by the arms, I guided her backward and then stopped her, hooked the cable to her body harness and lifted her off the floor by about a foot and a half. The harness sank into her skin, Slave screamed as the butt plug and vibrator sank deeper into her as well.

In effect my work was done, now it was down to her body and how long she could hold off for what came next. It was also time to lay down a few ground rules.

"I own you for the duration we are here, is that correct?"

Quickly Slave nodded her head, the rope across her tits bit deep into her causing both her color to change and her nipples to harden even more.

"Do you believe you have earned the right to pleasure?"

She paused before answering me, her body trembled causing her to swing slightly to the left, I could now see her hands clasp and un-clasp as she tried to distract herself from what the vibrator was doing to her. Her lack of answer to my question also earned her a slap across the ass.

"I don't repeat myself so answer the question."

Slave quickly shook her head. Mentally the clock was ticking, I knew how long I could keep her up there but she was a novice so I had to anticipate her cramping at anytime. It was also time to throw a few distractions into the mix. I gave her ass a slap, the momentum sending her into a twirl. By the time the rope had turned her around again and facing me I stopped her and attached a peg to her nipple, the other one was on before she realized what I was doing.

The way she seemed to be dry humping let me know the vibrator was pushing her along nicely, the pain from her nipples now adding to the stimulus her body was accumulating. Timing was everything now, the fact I couldn't see her eyes frustrated me so much, did I mention I fucking hate masks?

It was her toes that gave her away. Slave had clamped her legs together, she tried to cross and uncross her feet at the same time, eventually her toes curled and I knew I needed to be real quick or she would definitely cramp in the middle of her orgasm. I pushed my shoulder into her stomach, lifting her a few more inches off the ground. My hand went behind her and undid the cable from her body harness.

Slave was now heading full force towards her own orgasm, her body went into revolt and started to thrash around, her scream through her gag, although still muffled, sure rang in my ear. She hit the table with a dull thud although I don't think she actually felt a thing, her orgasm already became all-consuming. I simply watched and waited, I wasn't done with her yet. Slave slowly took control of her body, it was then I swiped one and then the other peg from her nipples, the ensuing pain shot through her body like a lightning bolt and fed on the remnants of her last orgasm.

Her body once again went rigid which worked in my favor. As she screamed with the pain and a lesser orgasm ripped through her, I undid the body harness not having time to take it off her completely I simply loosened off the knots to all the areas I wanted, pulling her legs apart and slapping her thighs. Even as her last orgasm started to fade she knew what my slapping her meant and she kept her legs as wide apart as she could.

Her pussy was a soaking blood engorged mess, her inner thighs simply dribbled cum. Forcing my hand into her pussy made Slave dig her heels into the table and arch her back, a moan escaped from her before she could once again look at me. Her stare was repaid with a slap across her pubic bone and she quickly relaxed her legs. It took two attempts to grab hold of the vibrator and pull it out, on both occasions it must have taken great willpower on her part to keep her body still while I invaded her most intimate parts to pull out this valuable source of pleasure.

Judging by the speed her chest was moving, I thought it best to remove her ball gag before I continued with what I was doing. Ball gags were still foreign to her and she still needed training with them, how to breath properly even with one that has holes in being a good start. With the gag now on the floor Slave sucked in air and slowly breathed out. It was as I bent down to pick up what I left on the floor as a surprise that I heard it, since I wasn't looking at Slave directly my hearing attuned itself to what it heard and my brain made the comparison.

I quickly stood up and looked directly at Slave as she gave out a slow moan, the gag no longer adjusting the sound she made as she did. I dropped my surprise on the floor and stepped back. Flashes of past times with Angie in the play room tore themselves from my memories playing in a loop in my mind, echoing in my thoughts and sending a chill down my spine. I had to sit down, Slave noticed me back away and instantly became alert. Quickly pulling the remnants of the body harness off and unlocking herself from the handcuffs.

Even as I sat on the chair watching Slave's actions, my mind still played that sound, more memories pushed themselves to the surface demanding to be heard. Slave slowly walked towards me, as blurred as my vision was with this onset of images I simply couldn't pull my eyes away. I had to watch as Slave walked towards me and the image of Angie crossed Slave's path, both bodies seemed to come together as though they were the same person.

I blinked once more, Slave had stopped and knelt in front of me, waiting. Suddenly I knew more than I should have known and all I could think as it repeated itself over and over in my mind. What have I done?

I felt I had betrayed Angie in the worst possible way and looking at a sweat soaked slave knelt in front of me, I believed I knew who I had betrayed her with.

*******

Slave stood and hesitantly walked those last few steps, paused for a moment and then crawled onto my lap and curled into me. Trying to get as much of her delectably sweaty and cum exhausted body as close to me as she could.

"You know, don't you?"

Her voice seemed so odd to hear after she had spent so much time trying to hide it from me.

"I suspected yes, you have a similar body frame to your sister. I need to know why you did this."

Terri gave a giggle before saying, "I seem to remember you doing it to me and Angie was right all along, I loved it, thank you. Oh and by the way, I look nothing like Angie she had much bigger tits than me, I've got the hips in the family."

It was my turn to smile and then laugh, shaking my head at sibling rivalry.

"I refuse to get involved with who has a better or bigger anything, you are both individuals in your own way."

This time Terri moved to look at me, slowly her hands moved behind the mask and she pulled on the cord, her hands went either side of it and she pulled it away from her face, the lines of the mask still impeded in her skin, a visual reminder of what was once there yet now lay on the floor by the chair. I expected the door to open, Terri read my thoughts.

"Its ok, Mike won't come in. I know Margo is watching and listening to us, she would have seen me take it off, and she gave me that option."

Something was fighting within her, she wanted so much to tell me something. Her anxiety was getting worse by the minute. Terri's hand came up and a finger gently pressed against my lips.

"I have much to tell you and I need to tell you here, its ok Margo knows what I'm going to say, it was she that urged me to simply tell you rather than do this tonight. But I had to know, I needed to feel what you were capable of before I could tell you."

Terri smiled and took her finger away from my lips so she could replace it with her own lips. She felt the bulge in my pants so she knew the effect she had on me. As our lips parted Terri looked towards the camera.

"Margo, please."

Terri continued to watch the camera, the lights in the cell flickered and she smiled again almost whispering to herself 'Thank you my dearest friend' before returning to look at me.

"Margo is going home now and she is taking Mike with her, all we have to do is knock once on the door and Security will let us out when we want to leave."

Terri lifted herself from my lap and knelt in front of me, I adjusted my seating so I could watch her more closely. So much about her had started to remind me of Angie. It was clear Terri needed to say something or burst, so I waited. After a moment of watching her hands come together and her fingers interlock only to quickly unlock and once again rest on her thighs that her story came out.

Angie and I had an agreement that we would never talk about her time with her folks, it was plain to see from the outset that they didn't want her to go with me. Even the marriage invitation was ignored by her family right up until the last minute. It seems that the final straw was when we returned from our honeymoon and Angie spent a week with them. She let it be known that if they chose this path then she would never return to visit them ever again, in her mind she would no longer have a family.