The Master Ch. 14 - Return to Home

"Beautiful," says Lady Venus entering the dressing room. "I'm sure you're going to get a lot of attention, despite being just observers."

"Even though you three know the rules of the club," she says referring to Niama, Irene and Yaiza, "I'm going to explain them again so that Miss Pryde understands them perfectly," she adds approaching me.

"You can walk around the club watching everything that happens, without touching or intervening, if, at any time, you want to stop being observant, just get rid of the corset," explains Lady Venus. "'Once naked, you become the property of the club, so to speak. From there everything is allowed. You can choose any other of the guests of the club or be chosen by someone, and any sexual practice is allowed. If you ever disagree, say the word Venus and everything will stop immediately. "Understood, Miss Pryde?" she asks.

"I understood, Lady Venus," I answer without further ado.

Lady Venus opens a double wooden door and we access a huge room, even larger than the hall of Caleb's Palace where the Saturday party took place.

Everywhere you can see people fucking, surrounded by observers, many of whom are kissing and caressing each other. We sit on a couch near a wall away from the rest of the observers and I almost run out before the first thing I see: a petite redhead with big tits walks quietly through the living room, when suddenly two boys hold her from behind and take her to a corner of the living room placing on top of a sybian that they activate immediately. The redhead has tied her hands behind her back is unable to resist or prevent at least half a dozen men from starting to use her mouth. For the next half hour, we attend that scene and many others like it composing a orgy that develops while we chat quietly.

Suddenly, I notice how Yaiza tenses next to me and stares at someone. I look for what she is looking at and soon I find it - a huge and muscular young man with dark skin like night, his face covered by a golden mask. I think I recognize that muscular body, and as soon as I focus my gaze on his groin and see the huge cock that hangs on him, I immediately recognize Vincent and understand Yaiza's reaction.

Vincent walks a couple of minutes through the living room, until he approaches a slender redhead who smiles nervously. Without any preamble, he leans her against a table and begins to fuck her quickly, taking her to orgasm. Without getting to cum, he leaves the pussy of the redhead and continues walking through the salon, until he repeats the same operation, this time with a blonde with big tits.

Next to me, Yaiza gets up and runs out of the room. I'm going to get up to stop her, but Niama stops me before I can.

"Leave her Taylor," she tells me, "It's not something we can do anything about. It's the things that happen when love and passion are mixed with politics and royalty."

"Now that Yaiza is gone, we can have fun," Irene jumps off her corset and approaches Vincent, just as her stops fucking the blonde. This time it is Irene who pushes the muscular young man on one of the couches and sits, on it impaling herself in his cock.

"I think it's time to go home," Niama tells me, getting up from her seat.

I get up behind her and then I stop suddenly. "Fuck! Yaiza has taken the keys to my house and I live on the other side of the city;' I tell Niama that she can't help but let out a little laugh.

"Well, I don't have a car," Niama tells me, amused by the situation, "But don't worry, I live ten minutes from here, you can spend the night in my apartment."

I don't know why I expected Niama to live in a small apartment, but I'm also not surprised to discover that it's a two-story loft in the attic of an office building. I also understand why she doesn't have a car, the offices in the building are entirely occupied by the modeling agency that Niama owns.

"The restaurant downstairs is mine too," she tells me as we get on the elevator. "I can spend days working without leaving the building. That's why I like that other part of my life so much."

The truth is that after all the recent dats in the Palace, and this long day, I feel quite tired as soon as I see the bedroom Niama oiffers me. "I don't use anything to sleep," she points out smiling, "But I'm sure in the drawers there is a lingerie set that you can use if you don't want to sleep naked."

I don't bother looking for anything in the drawers, I take off my shoes, blouse, and shorts and lie on top of the bed with my bra and sports panties. Despite the tiredness, I can't fall asleep and I keep tossing and turning in bed.

I don't know how much time I spent tossing and turning before the bedroom door opened and Niama walked in slowly, naked.

"I can't fall asleep," she says, approaching the bed, "And I think the same thing happening to you," she adds climbing into bed.

I do not answer Niama, I pull close to her start kissing her slowly, Niama not only returns the kiss by slowly introducing her tongue into my mouth, but brings her hand to my tits, freeing them from the sports bra.

"I don't know how you put up with those kinds of bras," Niama tells me as she breaks the kiss while still playing with my tits.

Once Niama frees me from my bra and panties, she push me back on the bed and lies on top of me, slowly going down my body until she places her mouth on my pussy. "I know why you couldn't sleep," she says, picking up the moisture from my pussy with her fingers.

Soon Niama's tongue is licking my pussy, starting from the outer area to continue slowly creeping futher inside me. The sensation of the metallic ball adorning her tongue caressing the interior walls of my pussyr is incredible and I begin to approach orgasm.

"You can't yet," Niama yells at me stopping her caresses. "There are many things I want to teach you."

I'm about to tell her I can't handle her edding me so close to orgasm, but as soon as she resumes her kisses and caresses on my private parts I give up my protests. Niama focuses especially on my clitoris and I can only close my eyes to try to escape from pleasure.

"'Fuck!" I scream as I feel something pinching my clitoris hard.

When I look down I see how Niama has placed a kind of clamp holding my clitoris with two thin chains finished in other similar clamps and Iimmediately know where they are to be placed.

Niama raises her mouth to my nipples and sucks them repeatedly until they become hard. She quickly closes the two clamps on my nipples and begin to play with the chains. Each pull on the chains produces almost a kind of electric charge that seems to circulate through the thin metal from my tits to my pussy.

"I'm going to pay this back to you in spades," I threaten her with a voice choked with pleasure.

"Whenever you want Taylor," Niama tells me, picking up the challenge, "I had been wanting to do this since we met in 'El Paraíso', but I didn't know how Yaiza would react. When she left and you told me you couldn't go home, I knew you were going to be mine all night."

"Wait a moment and don't move," she orders me while getting out of bed, "I have to get some toys from my room."

In just a couple of minutes, Niama returns with a small bag in her hand that she empties on the bed.

"Which one do we start with?" she asks aloud, although I don't think she's talking to me, "This one is perfect,"' she says, again confirming that she is not addressing me.

Niama returns to place herself between my legs with a cylindrical object in her right hand, similar to the vibrator that I keep on the bedside table of my room. She brings it little by little to my pussy, but instead of resting it against my flesh, she rests it against one of the chains. This produces an authentic charge that runs through my entire body.

"Shit! Stop that!" I yell at her, although it doesn't do me any good as I soon get another shock.

"Okay Taylor, let's change toys," she tells me with a smile on her face that doesn't bode well.

I look down to see what awaits me, Niama is holding a vibrator with two heads, one of them quickly enters my pussy transmitting its vibrations to my clitoris and through the chains to my nipples, while the other end slowly finds it's way to settle completely inside my ass.

"I'm sorry Niama,"' I yelled at her, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to run..." I can't finish the sentence, a loud moan comes out of my mouth as I reach intense orgasm.

As I recover from orgasm, I see how Niama puts on an L-shaped device, inserting a part into her pussy and leaving out another quite large part prepared to fuck me. Without wasting time, she pushes inside my pussy making me let out a small scream and starts pumping with her hips.

Every push of Niama causes both of us to squeal with pleasure and gradually gets

us both closer to orgasm. An orgasm that whases over both of us almost simultaneously, causing Niama to collapse on my body.

"I think now we're going to be able to sleep," she tells me, shedding the toy and lying next to me on the bed.

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When I wake up the next morning, I am alone in bed. On the pillow there is a sheet of paper written with red ink: "'It's been a perfect night Taylor, whenever you want we'll meet again and give me back the experience. For a few moments I thought about leaving the clamps on, but I did not know if you would be able to take them off by yourself. Maybe the next time we see each other I will decide to keep them longer.

You can use any room in the house, I guess you will want to shower and have breakfast. I have left you some prepared food and some clothes, so you'll be presentable to work, You have an image to keep."

I take a quick shower and when I go to the kitchen for breakfast, I find a table full of pancakes, coffee, sandwiches, sweets- a lot of things that I did not imagine were part of the diet of a famous model. I have a couple of pancakes and a couple of well-loaded coffees for breakfast and dress in the clothes that Niama has left me.

When I leave Niama's apartment, I realize that I have no idea exactly where I am, or how to get to the Prosecutor's Office, so I decide to order a taxi to take me to work.

Despite all the problems to get to the office, as always since I started working in the prosecutor's office, I'm the first to arrive, I go to my office and review the papers I have on the table, discovering that nothing interesting has happened the days that I have been 'sick'.

Driven by curiosity, I glance at the files concerning the slave girls that Caleb brings to the United States and that Margaret took to the Palace. I smile when I discover that the two slave girls that Yaiza and I chose to play with the day before in the pool of the Palace.

The brunette chosen by Yaiza is a 20-year-old Italian woman named Lorena Di Angelo, sentenced to three years in slavery for having sex with another woman on one of the Emirate's beaches. The blonde beauty I chose is 18 years old and of Russian origin. Her name is Nadia Illianova, and she was sentenced to two years for drunkenly skipping curfew.

Both young women have been in Kanaan barely a couple of months before being transferred to the Palace. Again as happened to me yesterday in the pool when I saw all the slave girls, I feel something like jealousy when I imagine Caleb fucking these two beauties.

"Those and many more every day," I think to myself. The rational part of my mind has not stopped behaving like my little personal cricket for a few days.

When I am about to close the files, I discover that the two girls are enrolled in Nursing at UCLA, and in Chemical Engineering at the California Institute of Technology respectively.

"Look how good Caleb is that he allows his slaves to go to college when he's not fucking them," the voice in my head says again.

I'm about to argue with myself when there is a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say, thanking someone for interrupt my ramblings.

"Good morning Taylor," say Carmen and Angela almost in unison. The two young lawyers make up the rest of my team in the Prosecutor's Office.

"I hope you're fully recovered," Carmen tells me.

"We were very concerned when you called saying you were sick. It's the first time in the four years we've been working together that you missed work," adds Angela.

"I'm alright, it's just been a little cold," I answer to reassure them.

"Are you sure you're okay Taylor?" asks Carmen. "You seem different, and it's not just because you've finally decided to modernize your wardrobe, it feels more relaxed."

"You, too, would be more relaxed if you had spent four days fucking at all hours," I think to myself

I drop my gaze towards the papers in my hands to break eye contact with Carmen. She is the expert in body language, profiles, and psychology and nothing escapes her.

"It's what happens when you spend five days at home forgetting anything work-related. You might want to try it someday."

"Careful Carmen, the kitten pulls out her claws," Angela says, giving Carmen a small blow on the arm.

"Enough joking and get to work," I tell them. "Don't you think it's strange that Margaret hasn't arrived yet?" I ask.

"Yesterday she didn't come either," Carmen replies, "Harold called saying that she fell riding a horse over the weekend and is in pain all over still. She will take the opportunity to prepare the presentation of his candidacy for Governor in a few days."

"It leaves you in charge of everything," Angela adds, looking quite happy about Margaret's absence.

"She has not lied at all, it would be expected that she'd be in pain after the weekend she has had. The only thing is, it's been her who's been ridden a lot," the voice of my head says, causing a smile that fortunately goes unnoticed by Carmen.

The next two hours were spent reviewing the pending cases, focusing especially on the case of the King of Porn Leroy, who has been without any progress for more than three months.

I feel somewhat distracted, and as soon as we mention Margaret again, I can't help but remember her lesbian tendencies and wonder if she hired us for more than just our resume.

As for me, I am sure that at least my body is attractive to her, as was clear when she saw me in the Palace and chose me as her toy.

Looking at Carmen and Angela in a way I hadn't before, I can't deny that they are quite attractive, even though the formal clothes they wear don't allow me a proper view of their bodies.

Carmen is a beauty with dark hair, brown skin, Soux blood in her veins, with an athletic body tanned by hours of gym. Angela, on the other hand, is a red-haired beauty of Irish origin, with white skin full of graceful freckles, and a slender, curvy body, which must have been a gift from the gods or the devil, to be able to keep it that way without doing any exercise and eating everything she wants.

If I had to imagine both girls in Caleb's Palace, it would be with Carmen dressed in black leather in the role of Mistress, and Angela naked with her body marked with red lines in the role of slave girl.

I wait a few seconds to see if the annoying voice in my head says anything, but thankfully it seems to have fallen silent.

When the meeting is over, Carmen stays picking up some papers and lets Angela leave the office.

"You're in love!" she blurts out of me. "A woman is only like that because she has fallen in love with a man who does not suit her,. Well in your case it can also be a woman;' she adds smiling.

"It's not worth using your Indian witch tricks on me," I say, trying to avoid conversation.

"Whenever you want to talk and tell me," Carmen tells me while leaving the office.

"Sure, tell her you've fallen in love with a guy who has dozens of slave girls, who has tied you up, fucked you, given you to his friends and fucked you again," the voice in my head tells me.

Luckily, as I expected, work and the continuous calls manage to distract me and I do not think again about what all happened recently.

I'm having lunch with Carmen and Angela, when suddenly I get a message in the office mail with the text 'ONLY FOR YOUR EYES.'

I open it expecting anything, I'm used to receiving threats and I'm not scared by what I can read.

"FUCK! Warn Lieutenant Rogers of anti-vice," I tell Carmen.

"What's wrong?" Carmen and Angela ask me at the same time.

"We've got you! Finally that pig of Leroy is ours," I answer them with a cry of joy.

We start opening all the files that have arrived in the mail - videos, phone recordings, account books, everything necessary to take down Leroy and his organization.

"Where on earth has all this information about Leroy and his organization come from?" Carmen asks me, in her amazement at everything she's seeing, "We have enough material to lock him up for the rest of his life."

I do not answer Carmen. The truth is that I have no idea who has been able to send all that documentation, although I can not help but think of Caleb and the confrontation they had during the party of my initiation.

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