The Photo Shop Ch. 63

Elisa jumped up and removed the empty appetizer dishes. Returning from the kitchen she carried a big bowl of steaming food and put it in front of me on the table. The smell alone made my mouth water.

"So slave what have we here, another of your Brazilian concoctions? I hope it won't be too spicy as you know I'm not a big fan of spicy food."

"No Master it is not spicy, this is called Feijoada, one of the most famous Brazilian dishes from the region of Rio de Janeiro, but it is enjoyed by almost everyone in my country, especially on weekends when the family gathers for a relaxed meal."

"Excellent and what will I find in this famous dish of yours?"

"The main part is bean stew, a vegetable that I know you like a lot."

"Absolutely I love beans, especially baked ones, but I guess these are different?"

"Yes, these are black beans, cooked slowly with pork. I've added smoked ribs I found in the freezer, which you also seem to like very much, and as you can see it is served with white rice. To complete it I should have added some farofa, which is toasted manioc flour, which gives the dish a crunchy texture, but you didn't seem to have any manioc available. So I added some fried bananas and orange slices."

"From your description, I can't imagine this could be a spicy dish."

"No, it isn't, and to make it really authentic I serve a caipirinha with it."

"Ah that I do know, there's nothing better on a hot Brazilian evening after a hard days work though I learned the hard way that while they're so easy to drink, indulging in too many results in quite a hangover the next morning. I'll restrict myself to two of your delicious but ooh so treacherous drinks, thank you very much."

There was absolutely nothing I could fault her with this time, she was completely naked and served me the food before partaking herself. It was delicious and I was seriously tempted to have a third caipirinha but wisely stayed away from it. No need to tempt the hangover devils. We took our time to enjoy the dish, doing like Brazilians do, having a slow meal. That's where I found another reason to punish her, she forgot to keep the food warm.

"Slave the food is getting cold, and I haven't finished yet, so what shall I do, warm up your lovely Brazilian butt with a cane and then put the food on it to keep warm?"

"I'm so sorry Master, but I didn't know you had something to keep food warm during a meal."

"Understandable, but you didn't ask either, now did you?"

"No Master, I made a big mistake and need to be punished for it."

"OK, I'll add it to your punishment for breaking the nudity rule, now get the hot plate with the night lights from the cupboard."

"Yes, Master."

While she was getting up to fetch the heater with the night lights, I activated the vibrating eggs again making it slightly difficult for her to move around. She stopped regularly while setting it up, being stimulated again to the verge of orgasm. I kept an eye on her to check that she didn't cross the line. After the thing was installed and the food warmed up again we continued our wonderful meal. She didn't eat all that much, but I could see that she did enjoy her own cooking. When we finally finished, she suggested taking a break before savoring dessert.

I proposed she took a nap on the big bed in my bedroom. Although she said she was not tired, I insisted. Taking her there I ordered her to lie flat on her back and spread her arms and legs as wide as she could. Once she'd done that I quickly secured her with ropes that I had prepared beforehand.

"So Elisa, tell me, how ticklish are you?"

"I'm very ticklish Master, I guess Master Jack told you?"

"Yes he did slave and that it was one of the things I should subject you to, he even provided me this tool," I said while taking a few, bound-together, feathers, and wiggling them over her naked body threateningly.

"Now where shall I start teasing you? Your feet maybe," I said while going over the soles of her feet with the feathers. She immediately began to squirm and giggle.

"Or maybe it's better I tackle your armpits?" Moving the feathers there making sure I stayed away from her titties, although I could already see the effect my tickling had on her nipples, which had become rock hard in a few seconds. To make it more effective I activated the vibrating eggs in her pussy and ass again.

Looking her straight in the eyes, I asked her "What is a slave not supposed to do without permission?"

"CUM Master!" She shouted, "a slave is not allowed to cum without permission of her Master."

"Yes indeed, and have you cum without my permission?"

"No Master, sometimes it was difficult with the vibrations but I have not cum without your permission."

"Excellent!" I said while thinking "damn another reason to punish her I can't use."

My mission was clear I needed to make her cum, first to prove I was better at this than she had been in London, and second to have another reason to punish her. I don't like to flog or cane someone just for fun without a specific reason to do so, that is completely against my nature and training. So I continued with the tickling, now really teasing her boobs, moving over the side of her ribcage, then going up again via her armpits to the inside of her upper arms. She was squirming like crazy, from the tickling but also from the stimulation the vibrating eggs were producing in her pussy and ass.

Returning with the feathers back over her tits, ribcage, and abdomen I slowly drew closer to her pussy. She pushed her tush into the mattress trying to shield her pussy from the feathers, but I surprised her, also staying away from it but moving towards her inner thighs, before moving back to her feet. When I had stimulated those profusely I moved up again, this time targeting her cunt and clit. When I thought I had stimulated her enough with the feathers, I decided I was going to treat myself to an early dessert. I climbed between her legs, pulled the vibrating egg out of her pussy, and replaced it with a couple of fingers.

I was determined to make her cum. I had checked my watch when I started stimulating her with the feathers in combination with the eggs and I had 5 minutes left to make her cum within 20 minutes, which I desperately wanted to prove I could do. It would be one of the 5 orgasms I had promised my slaves during the bet.

Crooking my fingers inside her I went in search of her G spot while stimulating her clit with my tongue and lips. Within the next minute, she began to squirm and moan like crazy.

After 3 minutes she moaned, "Oh Master Lew please stop, I won't be able to keep from orgasming anymore if you keep going."

I stopped, looked her in the eyes, and said, "are you telling me slave Elisa that you are unable to refrain from cumming for 20 minutes like you wanted me to do during our little banter in London?"

"20 minutes? You've been torturing me far longer than 20 minutes today."

"No, I haven't, I put the cooker timer at 20 after I tied you to the bed and we are now at 18 and a half minutes."

"Yes but you teased me before with the eggs."

"Of course like you girls did to me before the 20-minute wager started in London, I'm just doing to you what you did to me then, and I'm not inclined to lose this time either. When you refrain from cumming before the timer rings you win, else you lose again."

I stopped talking and hit her clit again with my tongue, sucking on it hard while tickling her G spot with my fingers. She was squirming like crazy, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but all of a sudden I felt her go all rigid, she held her breath and squirted all over my face. At that precise moment, the bell of the cooker timer went off. I kept licking and fingering her pussy for another 30 seconds to make sure she couldn't deny that she came before the 20 minutes were up. When I finally pulled off of her I looked her in the eyes.

"Well, my little Brazilian vixen, what have you done?"

"I came, Master."

"And had I given you permission to cum?"

"No, Master."

"That's right and on top, you came before the 20 minutes were up, just barely but you were spraying my face with your juices just before the bell rang, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"So what do you think will happen now?"

"You will punish me, Master."

"And do you deserve to be punished, slave?"

"Yes I do Master, I broke a very important rule, cumming without permission."

"You did indeed and how should I punish you?"

She looked at me with big eyes, clearly not really knowing what to say.

"What'll it be, a flogging, maybe another more painful punishment, some nipple torture perhaps, or shall I just fuck you in your ass?"

"I like all of these very much Master," she said with a shy smile on her face.

"OK let's see what I shall start with, maybe some bondage, although I'm not as good a Shibari expert as your Master Jack, but I would like to give it a try."

I got some thin rope and began winding it around one of her small tits, it was not easy to bind an AA cup boobie, but I managed it in the end. The one I had bound quickly started to change color, first red, going to blue and ending up light purple. By doing that the nipple had become super sensitive, so I adorned it with a nice brand-new wooden clothespin. Her second tittie quickly followed suit, with the hard sensitive nipple decorated with one of the clothespin's siblings.

As I still had her firmly restrained spread-eagled on the bed, I picked up my flogger and began swirling it over her abdomen, just touching it with the tips on every pass. From there I moved to her thighs and then back up again, bypassing her tits to tickle the inside of her upper arms. Moving back down, I began to hit her tits in order to remove the clothespins that way. When they were off, which resulted in some serious moans from her side, I began to unwind the ropes around her cute AA cups. Again when I removed the last part of the rope she gave me a serious moan as the blood flowed back.

I continued untying her completely. When she was devoid of her restraints I ordered her on all fours, to grab the headboard with her hands, and spread her knees wide while sticking her ass out so that I had unrestricted access to her bottom and pussy for the rest of her punishment. I continued with the flogger I had used before swirling it over her upper back, again hitting it on every pass of the leather thongs. I alternated with light touches and every 4 or 5 a harder hit.

When her back had turned a nice shade of red, I put the flogger away and picked up a paddle to concentrate on her gorgeous Brazilian ass. Every time I hit her she moved a bit forward on the bed. Her pussy was again showing signs of her mounting arousal. I could already see the occasional drop of her juice slide down the inside of her thighs. The whole operation was accompanied by a steady stream of moans and sighs, alternated with the occasional high-pitched squeak when I hit harder. When I was satisfied that the color of her ass matched the color of her back I stopped with the paddle and picked up a cane.

With the cane between her upper thighs, I began to hit them. Going from left to right I hit each thigh 5 times and stopped a few seconds before giving her pussy a whack. That resulted in a loud cry, but afterward, I could see more juice flowing down the inside of her thighs. I resumed, hitting the inside of her upper thighs a number of times again followed by a direct hit on her clit. I repeated the process 4 times. Her cunt was now flowing profusely, high time for me to drink again from her fountain.

I grabbed a pillow and lay on my back on the bed between her legs, with the pillow behind my head so I could easily attack her pleasure garden with my mouth and tongue. God, she tasted so good, must be the Brazilian food we had, or does it take longer before one can taste it? On the other hand, I presumed she ate this Brazilian stuff regularly, though it seemed now more pronounced than when I ate her earlier.

I was determined to make her cum again, however long it took. I presumed she was now ready to resist me longer than before. But I had another trick up my sleeve. I slid a finger into her pussy, which I guess she was expecting, and tickled her G-spot, trying to pick up as much of her juice as possible. Then I slid the wet, slippery finger over her perineum, resulting in a satisfying moan from between her upper lips, before I moved up, placed the tip of that finger against her sphincter, and started pushing.

Thanks to her honey that had covered it, it slipped in effortlessly to the first knuckle. Wiggling it about resulted again in some serious moaning from her side. I thought that I had everything under control but wasn't counting on her flexibility as all of a sudden she moved up and away from me to return quickly but reversed, bringing us to a perfect 69 position. Within the next 5 seconds, she had unzipped my pants, fished my cock out of them, and was happily sucking away on it.

Now that was a development I was not immediately counting on. Due to all the previous play, I had become pretty aroused myself, and I didn't want to cum just yet. One big advantage with the way she was positioned now was that I had far better access to her backdoor than before. Taking advantage of this I slid the one finger back in, quickly followed by a second and third, opening her wide. Now that she was so nicely spread, I quickly needed to review my timing to fuck her anally. As she was a small girl I could easily turn her around again, with her on her back and me on top. I quickly grabbed her ankles and pushed them up, placing her feet next to her ears and spreading her wide while bringing her ass up, giving me perfect access.

She immediately caught on to what I had in mind, grabbed my dick, and placed it at her rear opening, all I had to do was shove it in, which was dead easy, due to the previous lubrication of her rear passage and her saliva coating my steel rod.

"Diddle your clit slave, make yourself cum!" I shouted.

As a well-trained slave, she immediately obeyed and played with one hand with her clit, while the other moved to one of her tiny but oh-so-alluring tits. Did I already tell you I like women with small tits, well if I didn't, now you know for sure. Within the next 5 minutes, she reached the second of the five orgasms I had promised her as I did the other two slaves I had the pleasure of playing with.

It was such an overwhelming orgasm she had that she took me with her in her euphoric state, squeezing and massaging my cock with the muscles of her rectum. I ended up filling her bottom with loads of hot sticky sperm. I let go of her ankles and rolled to the side to catch my breath, not wanting to smother her. She didn't seem to be bothered, jumped out of the bed, and announced that she was going to prepare dessert. In just a few seconds, I saw her cute little Brazilian ass disappear.

Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a nice plate with some brown balls that looked and smelled delicious.

"As a dessert, I would like to present you Brigadeiro, Master, this is a decadent Brazilian version of a chocolate truffle. I know how much you Belgian people love chocolate. To prepare this I used condensed milk, cocoa powder, and butter and covered it in shavings of Belgian milk chocolate, I hope you will like it."

What was there not to like, aside from being an ice-cream-aholic, I very much like chocolate as well. While I was enjoying the dessert, Elisa couldn't refrain from telling me where this particular sweet originated from. Apparently, it was created and has been very popular since World War II, it was named after a political figure, Brigadier Eduardo Gomez who was running for president in 1945. He was a very handsome chap and all the girls baked and sold the sweets to raise funds for his campaign.

We enjoyed the dessert together in bed; with the plate parked on her flat stomach, sometimes even sharing a truffle between us while kissing. When it was finished I told her to shut the kitchen down, kill the lights and join me in bed for a good night's sleep. She could clean up and do the dishes the next day, before preparing me breakfast. After putting out the light in the bedroom I was asleep within five minutes, but judging by her regular breathing I think she beat me to it in two.

I had a wonderful dream, and waking up it turned out it wasn't a dream at all. I had this warm wet sucking feeling around my cock when I suddenly realized I wasn't dreaming at all. Lifting the bedcovering I looked straight into a pair of dark Brazilian eyes and saw my cock was buried deep in a fantastic sucking mouth, what a way to wake up! Elisa, my little Brazilian 24-hour slave gave me a wink, pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "Good morning Master," and resumed swirling her magical tongue around the head of my pole, tickling the frenulum with the tip.

"Having breakfast? Are we?" I whispered.

"Mmmmhhmmmm yyeeaaah maaaeeer," she replied not missing a beat sucking and licking my joystick.

"Well, you better hurry as I would like my breakfast too," I replied.

It was as if she switched the vacuum cleaner to a higher setting, making it mighty difficult for me to hang on much longer prolonging the pleasure she was giving me, I might as well surrender and give her, her liquid breakfast so she could get started to prepare mine in the kitchen. She leapt out of bed and made a beeline for the kitchen. She still had to do all the cleaning up from last night, before she could start on my cooked breakfast, so that allowed me a bit of a lie-in before I had to go to the bathroom for my morning ablutions.

Coming out of the bathroom about half an hour later, I was greeted not only by the appetizing smell of fried bacon that had permeated the kitchen living room area but also by an arousing view of her sexy Brazilian butt. As far as I could make out she wasn't even wearing an apron to protect her front from fat spatters.

I couldn't stop myself from sneaking up on her and placing my hands on her lovely A-cups, as if providing some protection against potential harm from the frying bacon. When I did she was startled, but quickly laid her head against my shoulder.

"Breakfast will be served in a few minutes Master, please take a seat at the table."

"And miss out on all of these goodies?" I said while letting my hands roam over her naked body, ending with copping a feel of her moist pussy. I effortlessly slid one finger inside her snatch, making a quick dash to her G spot. When I pulled it out, it was covered in her juices, so I turned her around and presented it to her mouth, which she obediently opened to allow me to slide my finger in so she could clean it.

Then I obeyed and took a seat at the breakfast table, where a glass of freshly pressed orange juice was waiting for me. The breakfast she served was precisely the way I like it. Two fried eggs, sunny side up, crispy fried bacon, and a generous helping of baked beans.

"Did I ever mention I absolutely love baked beans, well if I never did you know now?"

While I was thoroughly enjoying the food, my little 24-hour slave finished cleaning up everything in the kitchen, leaving it spotless. I'm sure my cleaning lady Petra wouldn't know what hit her when she comes tomorrow morning, as I usually tend to leave the kitchen rather messy. When I looked up I didn't immediately find my cute little slave until I looked around, she was standing in a corner of the living room in a slave wait position, Legs slightly apart, hands behind her back, looking straight ahead. After I finished breakfast I wondered if she would know all the slave positions, so I decided to test her.

"Inspection!" I shouted, and yes she immediately jumped into that position, legs slightly further open with her hands behind her head. I moved up from the table and walked toward where she was. Again I couldn't refrain from letting my hands wander over her olive body. When I came to her boobs, I pinched the nipples, which had become hard, probably due to my caressing her sensitive areas. As she had been busy cooking and cleaning since she got out of bed I thought it was high time that she got cleaned herself up as well.