The Vassal Academy Ch. 22

"Yes Master." Diane answered, knowing she would not give anything less to Master Devon, any of the Master's really.

Devon shucked his jacket, and sat in the chair before her. "Slave Mouth."

Diane shifted forward and opened her mouth, taking Master Devon's cock in her mouth. Somehow she knew it wasn't much larger than Adam's, but she also knew it was infinitely more beautiful, more wonderful. Perhaps it's because Master Devon had an aura about him, one of power, of authority. He didn't have that sleazy feel about him that Adam had.

Devon allowed her to get him hard, relaxing into the experience. Diane was advanced enough that he didn't have to consider giving himself any command, instead, allowing himself to enjoy the time with her. His cock grew hard, and he had made up his mind on one subject anyway. Tonight, Diane would be Anal tested, she would pass, he was certain. Especially if he helped her. Andre's note had given him the means to that success. "Slave, stand and strip." Devon commanded as he stood and took his own shirt and pants off. She was nude and standing properly for a slave.

He walked to his dresser and opened a drawer. He knew there was one in here, and some lubricant that would be satisfactory. Yes, there it was. "Punishment Position slave."

Diane moved to the position and wondered what she'd done wrong. Devon walked to her and knelt to hook the small swinging weight to her clit ring. It weighed about an ounce and a half, and would give her extreme pleasure as it swung during the sex.

Diane gasped as he let the weight swing. Twitching from the stimulation. "Master, that's so nice." She breathed.

Devon smiled and walked behind her. "Slave cunt, on my bed, all fours."

Diane moved, each step wondrous torture. She got in position and before she could really get ready, Master shoved himself into her. She felt her breath driven our of her from the force of the thrust. As he began to fuck her, the swinging weight was massively stimulating, she began to beg right away, knowing she wouldn't be lasting long with that weight. "Master, please, let your slave come."

"Oh, needy slut wants to come." Devon said cruelly. He sighed and said. "Very well, in reward for all your work, you may come as you please tonight, no restrictions."

"Than you Master." Diane said, and relaxed into the fucking. Her first Orgasm followed, and then in a minute another one. She was moaning constantly now. Then she heard the command she hadn't expected.

"Slave, ass." Devon commanded.

Diane hesitated only one moment as he withdrew, and her fear built. Master was going to take her ass tonight, he was going to pop her anal cherry. She tried to relax as she felt lubricant spread on her brown rose.

Devon began to finger the hole with one hand, while he reached down and swung the weight with the other. Diane jerked in pleasure and moaned again. He continued to swing and then twist the weight gently, and Diane moaned again in pleasure. She truly relaxed into the stimulation, and then he withdrew his finger, and began to insert himself. She shifted forward instinctively moving away from the impalement, and that started the weight to swinging again, which increased her passion.

Diane was in heaven, and still frightened. As she felt Master's cock head enter her rectum, pushing past her ring, she came. The swinging weight was too much to ignore. As she rode the orgasm out, she felt him slowly stroking gently in and out, moving deeper with each stroke. In a few more, she felt him bottom out in her bottom.

Diane understood what Geneva and Crystal had talked about. She felt truly possessed now. Her Master had her most private, most restricted of holes, and she was his. She was owned by him, possessed by him. She moaned loudly, breathing his name. "Master, oh God Master."

Devon picked up the pace, and the weight swung more freely, and Diane started to come again, and again. Devon held her hips, as Diane climaxed beneath him in a rapid fire series of orgasms. Knowing she would pass out soon, he gave himself the command to ejaculate, and then stopped his thrusts inside her.

Diane felt him pulsing in her ass and she came again. She was dying, torn apart by orgasms. Her death would be listed as a stroke, or a heart attack, but it was death by orgasms, and she was climaxing again. She was his, belonging to him, to the house, she was a true slave, a cum slut, and anal fucked whore, and she was very happy about it.

As Devon pulled out, Diane was almost beyond the ability to reason, her clit was twitching madly from the stimulation, and she turned to attend to her Master's cock, and as she lowered her head, she jiggled herself, and came again as she sucked on his cock. She didn't notice the smell, or taste. She was barely there, her body doing the actions it had been trained to, her mind floating on clouds of bliss. As she finished her orgasm, she collapsed on the bed, unable to move, unable to do anything. She lay there looking up at him weakly, her eyes shining with love, with more than that though, with worship.

Devon caressed her cheek, and reached down to remove the weight he'd placed on her clit. He picked her up and positioned her on his bed, she was smiling up at him. Devon turned out the light, and lay next to her, not bothering to threaten her with waking him. She wouldn't hear him, and the words would have been wasted. She snuggled into him as he tossed the blankets across them both. He closed his eyes on a long day, and as he fell asleep, he considered the question of Geneva, and her torture decreed by Andre.