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??Disappointed? But you’ve performed your service and satisfied your master. You should be delighted.’
I lacked the strength to reply. My entire body was consumed with the need for climax.
His Lordship came over to the bed, picked up the discarded martinet and bent down low over my pussy, examining its post-use state.
‘Swollen and stretched,’ he said. ‘A properly fucked little quim. And you’ve already come tonight, you greedy girl. I don’t know of a better treated slave. I should have you whipped again for your ingratitude.’
I rolled my eyes back in my head. A whipping, just the touch of those leathery strands on my clit, might be enough to bring me what I needed now.
‘But I’m a kind master, really,’ murmured His Lordship. ‘I don’t know why I’m such a soft-hearted fool. Come on, then.’
Heaving a sigh, he brushed the soft leather over my pulsing clit, creating a sensation of exquisite torture – too light to satisfy, just enough to drive me mad.
He did this until I was a begging, panting mess and then gripped my face with pincer fingers, making me look up at him while he drove the thick, plaited whip handle up inside me. He pushed it slowly up, watching my expression all the while, then he began to thrust with it, very slowly, dragging it out all the way then easing it back in until the deed was done and my orgasm tore me in two, raging around that whip handle while His Lordship kept my face in his firm hand, giving me nowhere to escape his scrutiny.
He patted my head once I’d stopped shrieking, pulled out the whip handle and made me lick it clean.
‘I want you,’ he said. ‘I’ll be in touch.’
Maz and Justin rushed forward to release me from my bonds while I tried to lift my head far enough to watch his exit.
‘He’s gone? Where’s he gone?’
My thighs ached and my feet and hands were almost numb, so it took some time for me to revert to a more natural position. Besides, I didn’t want to sit on anything until the effects of the whipping were a little less recent. I rolled over on to my stomach and let the tension drop, down, down, a long way down. There was a lot of it to release.
‘It’s OK,’ said Maz, massaging my shoulders. ‘He’ll know how to get in touch with you. You’ll hear from him soon, I’m sure.’
‘I’m not bothered about that. I just think … Why did he leave? He could have stayed.’
‘I think he likes the drama,’ commented Justin, yawning by my side. ‘He tries to make everything as memorable as possible.’
‘Yeah, that was memorable.’ I winced as Maz’s hands worked on my bottom. ‘For lots of reasons. What was that you said about a chambermaid?’
‘His Lordship has staff,’ said Maz. ‘So does Her Ladyship.’
I twisted my neck, squinting at her.
‘Her Ladyship?’
‘Yeah, his wife.’
‘He’s married?’
‘Right. Don’t sound so shocked, Keris.’ She laughed. ‘Their relationship’s like mine and Justin’s. They’re poly. They both like the same things and they throw the best parties. If His Lordship wants you for a submissive, you’ll be at the centre of the scene.’
Was that what I wanted? To be at the centre of a scene? Especially a scene it appeared I knew nothing about.
‘Won’t they want someone to live in, though? I couldn’t do that. I could only be a weekend submissive at best.’
‘Weekend submissives are fine. They have a whole stable of them.’
I thought of the ponygirl on the landing. Did I want to be one of many?
‘So he has loads of submissives? I wouldn’t be the only one?’
‘Not by a long chalk. Most of them are just girls he shares with other doms, though, who come up for his parties every couple of months. He only has a few special ones.’