Kennel Mistress

Laying on the sofa in the common room the Lady hears a rustling outside and walks to the window to peer out still exhausted from her travels of the day. She peers around the grounds and sees no one and so returns to the pile of pillows where she was relaxing in her favorite silks from when she was a slave and drifts into a restful sleep knowing there are no events today and that being only steps from home she can quickly enter for safety if need be.

Standing before the tavern he eyes the bosk statue, the mating bosk... and chuckles to himself.  He enters the tavern that leads to the village square and enters the gardens. He pauses outside the back door to the tavern taking a deep breath, absorbing the fresh air and floral scent of the village grouds he sees the large stone Hall. He again stops, this time in front of the Hall and grins wickedly recalling his kajira the day before naked and hanging from the post outside before him. He knocks at the door but there is no response as the Kennel Mistress lays sleeping upon the pillows dreaming of fields and forests, places she has never been. Her fingertips trail across the soft velvet cloth as she shifts her body hearing the creek of the large doors but not quite waking.

The man grows impatient at the door and knowing the village to be always open to visitors he enters.  His eyes quickly find the woman, he strides to her and kneels beside her lovely body kissing her neck softly as he moves her long black hair from it. She stirrs startled at the touch and rises to her feet quickly forgetting her attire and how easily she would be taken for a slave.  His breath still lingering upon her bare skin she stammers for words, "Tal, Sir. I am Kennel Mistress here. I believe we may have met a few times before in your travels here, how can we help you today? Are you looking for a slave? Shall I call one to serve for you?"

"Forgive me Lady, I can not help myself when in the presence of such a beautiful woman.. and dressed as you are, perhaps I had the wrong idea. You do make a lovely slave. Perhaps you forget your place as I could have you."

The Lady peers down at her clothing and tries to cover herself, "I was not expecting visitors today Sir.  Though I cannot change the manner in which I am dressed, please pardon my clothing."

"So this is how a Kennel Mistress attires herself? And this is a public place if I am not mistaken..."

The Lady searches her still foggy mind trying to shake the dreams to respond. I must get him to understand... she tells herself as she rubs her eyes and shakes her hair gently to make it fall behind her neatly.

"My home is steps away and I do wear silks in my residence I apologize Sir. I was once a pleasure slave and at times the silks bring me solice; return my thoughts to a simpler time. A time when I was not so drawn upon for the village but for my Master who has since passed from this world."

The large man steps closer to her, standing over her... "Perhaps you miss your collar, slave. Perhaps you miss what it feels like to truly serve a Master. Perhaps I will return you there, to the simpler time you crave so... " 
The Lady feeling her knees weaken at the words, whispers softly, "Please Sir...."

"Sir?" He chuckles roughly, "Sir is a term for the free. You will serve this night and for all that you are worth if you wish to remain free. Do you understand girl?"
Her bright blue eyes trail to the floor, "Aye Sir, please...." her voice trails off realizing she will not be released from him until he has had his fill of her; all of her.

"I do not see a Free Woman.. I see a slave standing before me." Tilting his head slightly as he takes in her form slowly with his eyes, "A pleasure slave. And one that will be well used without hesitation."

"P-please Sir...." her voice trembling as she tries to compose herself.

His voice grows deep as he growls, "Did you just call me 'Sir' again, beast?"

The slave peers again at the floor before the man towering over her. Seeing there is no reprieve for her attire she responds, "Yes Master, I did." knowing that to deny it would be to call him a liar and even as a free woman she dare not.

Pleased with her change in demeanor he smiles down at her "That is much better, slave. the correct term is 'Master' see that you do not forget. Now I will view you as a slave is to be viewed." he states flatly as he reaches out and firmly grabbing her top, rips it from her revealing to him her firm well rounded breasts.

"Please forgive me Sir - Master," she quickly corrects herself, "please may I dress?"

The man smiles again roughly grabbing both breasts, squeezing them firmly... "This is how a slut should present herself." and he slides his hands down her, feeling the soft curves of her hips. He rips the skirt from her finding that her slave ways are still obedient as ever with no panty covering her sex, he growls.
Blushing she lifts her tiny hands to cover her breasts and again looks to the floor as if it could help her and whimpers softly, "Si... Master...." she again corrects herself, "please...."

Seeing him move his hand to the whip on his belt. "You have a choice, beast. You will kneel of your own accord... or mine. Either way you will find those knees for me."

She gracefully slides to her knees before him and peers longingly over his shoulder at her home steps away and wishes now she had napped in her bed.

With swift hands he grabs her hair wrapping it into his hand tightly, lifting her face to look at him and leans to her closely and whispers into her ear "Tower! You kneel in tower! Do you really think you are still a Free Woman?"

"Aye, I am free but in poor circumstances and poor choice fell asleep in the Hall instead of my room." she whimpers as she feels the tightening grip on her ebony locks.

Looking deep into her eyes his face inches from hers; he smiles menacingly... "By most laws, I could have bound you and collared you. But I will give you a chance to remain Free. You will serve me as you would have when you were owned. Once I have had my use of you, I shall tell no one of your indiscretions and you will remain Free. Though if you resist, if you do not serve for all that you are worth, you will find my collar about that ivory neck."

"Aye Master, thank you." she whispers her voice trembling, her head tilted so that her ear is inches from his lips as he ensures she misses not a sound from them. "Now slut, show me how a well trained girl kneels before her Master. Open that cunt to me. Now."

Spreading her luscious pale thighs she softly pleads, "Master, my home is mere steps away, may we go to a more private area? Please do not take me so openly. My village will not retain me if I were to be lustful in the open Hall."
He steps closer to her naked body upon the stone floor, strokes her hair, feeling it's thick silken curls as they shelter her back and ass collecting in a pool on the floor over her feet... "Yes, we will go there. I have much in store for those well made curves. A pleasure slave indeed you will be." his eyes caressing every inch of her as he tugs her up by her hair and she stands to take him into her home.

Taking a moment to walk around and familiarize himself with her home, he smiles and says, "The candles are quite nicely sized for play, pet. They shall be handy as I enjoy that lovely body."

She blushes a deep crimson the heat in her cheeks taking her back to that slave-space she has been long since removed from.

"Come slave, remove my clothing for me, and ensure that you neatly place it upon the chair here to my side."

The girl pauses a moment and begins removing the clothing careful not to touch his bare skin. She peers at his waist knowing little is left his belt and trousers only as she removes each and folds them into a neat pile with the rest as instructed. He pulls her to him forcing her body onto his lap. Her thighs hanging over each of his her feet barely reaching the floor. He kisses her deeply as he wraps his right hand into the soft baby hair at the nape of her neck clenching it tightly giving her no room to move from him. She returns the kiss softly and sighs as he tastes her lips. Pulling her in close to him, her breasts pressed against his chest; he rubs his hands down her back. Hearing her sigh once more, he kisses her harder, deeper his tongue just entering her suptle open lips.

She slides her hands down his body her fingers beginning to trace over his chest and shoulders she moans softly whispering, "please....."  as her rose tinted lips turn salty and a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Quiet girl. Shhh...." He whispers softly.

"Aye Master. As it pleases you."

"Good slut." he whispers softly again and takes a chain from his pouch on the chair beside him fastening its ends securely to each of her nipples. He slides his fingers along the chain that runs now from one nipple to the other testing it's weight and rolls his fingers over the tight little nipples that harden as he strokes them.

She breathes slowly, deliberately as she feels the heavy chain sway. Tugging down on the chain he pulls her closer into him, her sex resting over his thick, hard cock as he plays with her nipple chain and kisses her biting and tugging at her lip.

The slut groans aloud as she is pulled to him, her nipples stretched and crawls further onto his lap again feeling his lips on hers and gasps as her hard little nipples are tugged.  She leans into him trying to relieve the tug from the nipple chain grasped firmly in his fingers.  Her wet, warm, little sex hovering over his lap his cock resting between its lips, hard and thick. Pausing a moment, he looks deep into her eyes and asks, "Do I sense that you do not enjoy having your Master, use your nipples in such a way?", giving the chain a hard tug he sees her eyes blink innocently at him.

"As it pleases you Sir." she stammers as her thighs twitch from the sensation.

"It does please me slut and so will you."

He places a hand between her legs, spreading the soft, warm sex with his fingers, entering her with htem ever so slightly, feeling her wetness..."I see it pleases you, as well. Even if you won't say so."

The glistening blue eyes close, she wiggles on his lap, moans and whimpers at the stretching of her tight little sex as she is filled and whispers, "Please, please Sir.... Master...."

"It seems to me that a free woman, as you claim to be, would be in better control of her heat..."

Groaning she whimpers again, "Sir.... please.... I...."

His eyes grow cold as he tosses her on the floor, reaches for his whip and demands, "You dare call me 'Sir'? How does my slut adress me?!?!" as he towers over her, whip in hand. The slut trembles at his feet. "Please Master, please... Master I am sorry. Please not the whip please Master." she begs as her sex becomes tight and its wetness leaves her.

"I have had enough of your arrogance beast! You are not Free at this moment. You are mine and you shall act accordingly. Do I make myself clear?" his voice echoed through the room.

"Yes Master." instinctively poured from her lips.  He puts the whip down, takes the nipple leash and pulls her to the bed.  Struggling to keep up she follows, her nipples tugged, pulled tightly she is forced over the back of a chair at the foot of the bed. His large hand quickly finding her tender bare bottom as he kicks her feet apart, "Now slut" *smack* "who is your Master?: *smack* the sting searing into her flesh. She sobs, "You are Master, you are."

"And what" *smack* "does a slut do" *smack* "for her Master?" *smack*

"Any" *gasp* "thing he" *sobs* "desires."

"That is correct slut and right now I desire your little mouth. Her hands are bound together then tied to a steel ring fixed to the bedpost.  She is pressed you to her knees, her head forced back and his thick, hard cock shoved into her mouth.  She takes the cock in deep, sucking it mercilessly as it strikes the back of her throat. The now slave gasps for breath as he forces himself into her, her tongue caressing the shaft lapping at and sucking him. She whimpers, the vibrations from the sound running through the hard cock as it reaches the back of her throat with each thrust.  Moaning harder the vibrations torment him. He thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. "That's it slut... please your Master... You are a good girl.. you were trained well.  Drain that cock." He pulls out momentarily, "Tell your Master how much you love to have His cock in your mouth. Tell Him how you long to be filled with His cum."

Looking up into his eyes the girl whispers; her tear-filled, sparkling blue eyes meeting his; "I live to serve your cock Master. It is what I was made for; the reason I exist."

"Then beg for it slut... Beg me to put it back in that hole... To fill it."

"Please Master, please may I have your wonderfully hard cock... please may I make it cum for you... suck all of it's nectar from you so it may fill this whore." Her body trembles hoping that she can make him cum and it will be done; he will leave her. That she will have satisfied him.

The Master takes her hair into his fingers tightly forcing his aching cock back into her mouth, thrusting his hips, pressing against the back of her throat holding deep as she tries desperately to gasp for air. "Swallow. Squeeze me in that throat whore." her throat closes cinching to him and he moans aloud, "Good girl. Again, once more." Swallowing she constricts for him over and over until he relaxes his grip in her hair allowing her to breathe again, his cock head no longer within her throat.

She sucks harder and deeper than before her tongue swirling, caressing firmly as she sucks, her wrists still bound to the bedpost behind her stretching them from her body causing her back to arch, her breasts to be presented fully and unable to hide her tear-stained face. Again he presses his cock deep into her throat smiling at her as he watches her struggle for air. "Swallow slut." She obeys and begins to moan almost humming.  The throbbing sounds travel through him causing him to close his eyes and shift his feet slightly. Grabbing the back of her head fully into one hand he pulls her back her lips smacking as he leaves her mouth and reinserts himself fucking her mouth as if half maddened by the sensations. With a final thrust his body tenses, eyes glaze and empties into her mouth. She swallows over and over; her throat contracting and squeezng the tip of him as he fills her, cum pouring from her lips, filling her completely. Withdrawing from her, he tips her head back, forcing her to look up at him, "You may thank me now, slut."

Gasping for air, trying desperately to speak she musters out, "Thank... thank you Master." as her body trembles and her cunt drips upon the floor.

"Good little beast, but I am not finished with you yet.  Far from it."

He unbinds her hands and tosses her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide with her knees bent, his hands on her ankles forcing her open fully.

His toungue moves over her clit, licking little circles around it, sucking it hard into his mouth, pulling it back and letting it pop out. As it swells he bites it gently with his teeth, tugging on her as she groans and wiggles her hips slightly digging her hands into the bedding. "aaaahhh.." she squeaks out as she feels him devour her clit hungrily. His tongue slides down, lapping the wetness. With rough fingers he spreads the cunt wider. He plunges his tongue inside, face pressed against the sex tasting inside, smelling the desire coming from deep within her.

"Ahhhhh..." she groans her voice trembling, her knees beginning to quiver. "Mmmmmmmm... Master please..." she begs low and writhing, her thighs begin to tremble she digs her hands deeper into the covers tugging the sheets from the bed. His mouth moves back to her clit, biting at the swollen bulb, fingers diving easily inside, three fingers stretching her wide; feeling her juices, her smooth insides..."Are you wanting a release, slut?"

She feels the fingers stretch her wider, pressing deeper and whimpers; her hips twisting as if trying to get away from them. "Mmmmm ahhhh god mmmmm..." She bites her lip and he curls his fingers inside her stroking the sweet spot within her forcing her to edge.

"You may ask permission to release if you wish..." he tuggs her clit harder letting it snap back to her from his lips.

"Mas....."

"ter...."

She struggles with every breath to get out of herself the words she desperately needs.

Holding her clit tight in his teeth as she tries to back away crawling up the sheets, forcing it to stretch as her nipples were stretched earlier by the chain. "Please, ple... please..." she stammers as the hand stretches her more and her clit throbbing as it is tugged, ripped from her body, every muscle in her body spasms.

"Please, please... mmmmmmmmm god.... Mas.... ter." she cries out losing her breath; again unable to finish her sentence, her plea. He continues the torment to her clit and cunt pausing only briefly smiling up at her lovely face as she struggles with need, "You may release now, my dirty little whore.  Cum for me my whore or I will make you and it will not be kind."

She groans, her body shaking uncontrollably as she bares down hard and feels her pussy begin to spasm; her cum pouring from her cunt covering his fingers, his tongue. She growls low and deep her body shuddering her muscles tense her back arched as she cums. "AHHHHHHHHH MASTER... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE... AAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, mmmmmm...." she bites into her lip unable to stop the orgasm ripping through her.

He pulls his fingers out of her, covered in desire and stuffs them into her mouth.  She hungrily sucks and licks them clean as her belly continues to spasm with aftershocks, deep and relentless; tears streaming from her eyes she gasps, "I need....." her voice trails off as she shakes beneath his large heavy body unable to move. "Mmmmm I want......"

"You need what, slave?"

"Mmhmhmmmmmm..." she whines, the cum still pouring from her. She groans harder and  in one breath she cries out..... "FUCK ME. Master, please..... make it stop oh god..... unnnnahhhhhh...."

Lifting her thighs over his shoulders pinning her fully into place he fills the dripping cunt, forcing it wide.

"Harder..." she whimpers..... begging... her cunt still convulsing hard around him as he impales her. Grabbing the chain with a free hand he begins to jerk at the nipples in rythm of the thrusts.

She moans aloud as her nipples are tugged from her body. "Yes, whore, moan for me... growl like the beast that you are... you are not a free woman.. you were born to be a slave and you are still a slave... look at yourself, beast.. see what you are."

"No, please..." she sobs.

"Yes, you are a slave.. do not fight it. Say it. Say 'Master I am your slave, your cunt, your cum slut.' Say it."

"Mmmmmmm no....... please..." she begs.

He flips her pressing his cock against the tight, unused ass. His cock, wet from her sex, slides in easily. Just the tip at first, he grabs her hips and thrust the length in hard and fast.

"Not......" her voice again trails off as she gasps for breath feeling the wide cock forced into her ass. She digs her hands deep into the bed crawling but only moving an inch, the cock still able to remain inside her yet not as deep.
"Please Sir......" the word catches in her throat fearful of it being noticed. "Mas....." she tries to correct but cannot get it out of her lips. He reaches under her grabbing the chained nipples again pulling hard, down toward her belly and thrusts harder into her tight ass, punishing her for the slip. "What did you just call me, beast?" he taunts.

The beast cries out as her nipples ache, her ass filled "P-please Mas...." again unable to get the words to escape her lips.

"Master." she finally groans, her entire body aching the hard cock now sliding smoothly in and out of her as his balls slam into her clit.

"Good slut.. and now.. before I fill you one last time.. tell me what you are."

Her body shaking beneath him her cunt pouring, the bed beneath her soaked, unable to form words she sobs.  He receives no answer and groans low and demanding, "Perhaps you would like to greet visitors naked and chained to a post outside the tavern..."

"Please no....."

"Is that what you want? To be displayed for all to use?  I have a large chain of brothers that would certainly loosen this ass."

"No Master, please..." she cries out her thighs trembling again.

"Perhaps I bind you to a whipping post... let your visitors entertain themselves by beating this lovely round ass?"

She desperatley tries not to cum again not to give him that satisfaction again.

"Free woman, landowner.. you are nothing.. tell me what you truly are..."

Her muscles aching, she tightens her body, her ass clamping onto him as she fights the orgasm. "Please, please I cant....... take.... Please...."

He pulls out of her ass and rams himself deep into the dripping cunt... "Tell me what you are and I will let you release... or I will stop now. I know there is a slave ring near the tavern just waiting for you and there ... you will await my brothers.  All of them."

Cries out as her body tightens, the cock impaling her feels larger than anything ever before. She moans and wrtihes beneath him begging.

"I am your......" her voice trails off as she gasps for air to speak again.

"your...."

He thrust harder, deeper tugging the chain again. "Speak cunt.  Say it."

"s...."

"sl...."

"please..." she gasps under her breath.

Angered the Master shouts with rage, jerking the chain "TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE."

"SLAVE" she screams as she cries out in rolling orgasms, incessantly ravaging her body and mind.

"Please please... mmmmm god please... mmmmm it hurts please..." she gasps desperately.

"Release yourself as a slave now, beast... you have earned it.  That filthy used cunt and ass are Mine.  They shall service this cock at my whim; and that mouth... MINE."  He commands as he fucks her harder riding out the spasms that fill her.

She sobs, cums hard squirting all over his cock and the bed.... screaming out unable to stop herself... unable to refuse the demand.  "Yes Master.  All Yours."
Her body trembling, her hands unable to hold steady, she can no longer even grip the sheets.  Her thighs quiver, shaking uncontrollably, her body aching as if a single orifice. He feels the pussy spasm again tightening on him, his legs tense, eyes roll back, he wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly, moaning as his full balls empty into the slut, filling her.

"Mmmmmm please........ Master...."

He withdraws from her and rolls onto his side on the bed pulling her to him softly kissing her forehead. "Shhh..... Little one."
Stroking her body, waist, hips.... the soft, silken skin slick with sweat. She sobs into his chest her thigh over his, clinging to his body; Him the only thing she can find that seems solid.  She feels another spasm and her body trembles harder as she cums without control of herself in his strong arms.
"Shhh..." he whispers softer this time. Gazing into her eyes, the eyes of a slave masquerading as a free woman... his private slave girl.
"You may thank me now, mine." He strokes her face gently, her neck and shoulders.

Peering up at him as he runs his fingers up her throat under her chin lifting it to meet his eyes, whipsering "Please..." as she feels another aftershock and her body tightens and she whimpers out and moans. Cumming one last time she cries out softly clenching his arms in her tiny hands as he pulls her tighter to him. He chuckles at her trembling and smiles wide, kissing her forehead, soft kisses on her eyelids, and then the tip of her nose.

Her breath finally calming a bit... she sighs.

He slides his hand between her thighs and strokes her sex.

"This. Is Mine. And, I shall have it in the morning. Sleep now slut."

She drifts off in his arms dreaming of days when she was free.