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Eve’s Possessions

House of Eve Volume 1

By Mistress Desiderata

Published by Mistress Desiderata at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 by Mistress Desiderata

Chapter 1

Leanne felt most at home in the kitchen with Natalie, the unspoken bond between them may have been the domestic tendencies they shared or the similar quiet nature they both possessed.

Neither were the newest or the oldest additions to the family, Natalie had already been owned by Eve for two years when Leanne arrived and they had found their way to Eve’s by very different means.

Leanne was a gift from Master Patrick, who already had his hands full with the Filipino twins he had packages up and brought home with him from his last trip, no one was more surprised than Eve when he returned with a ready made family. He had made no secrets about his desires for both Eve and becoming a permanent member of her household. She saw his slut acquisition as a sign he was finally accepting that she had no plans to share the ruling of her household with another Dominant. It was surprising enough that she mentored young Dominas under her roof and allowed them a certain share of her power, albeit within most definite boundaries.

Her most recent protégé was Sasha, although not permitted a title it was quite clear amongst the slaves of the house that she was to be obeyed and respected.

Leanne stopped gathering cutlery when she heard Lady Eve enter the kitchen, with her head bowed she could see Natalie turn from the stove and nod respectfully at Eve. “Set another place for dinner, Sir Patrick will be joining us.” Her tone as always was confident and matter of fact, Eve never had to grandstand her Dominance, it was ever present, ever palpable and always intimidating. “Yes Ma’am” Leanne could hear herself saying calmly while the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was always awkward around Sir Patrick; his presence covered her in shame as she remembered how she wantonly begged him to take her after her first taste of the lifestyle. She wished he was not there as a constant reminder of her innocence and foolishness. How grateful she was that he had no interest in ‘a desperate little waif’ and passed her on to Eve as a temporary solution to the void her anger had resulted in when she stripped Chantelle of her collar. “Oh and we will need two dog bowls for the bobsy twins, it seems they are knee deep in it as usual.” With that Eve sauntered up behind Natalie, reaching around her she lifted the cover off one of the heavy iron pots, simultaneously her left hand found its way under the loose shift Natalie was permitted to wear while cooking in case of splashing to Natalie’s right nipple as she inhaled deeply, “Smells delicious as usual wench.” Natalie tried not to concentrate on the sensation of her nipple being rolled between Eves thumb and index finger, “Thank you Ma’am, I hope you will enjoy your dinner.” Eve replaced the lid and released the nipple with a soft smile, “Carry on girls.” And with that she was gone.

Leanne giggled and mocked Natalie playfully, “hope you enjoy your dinner Maaaaaam, and my cunt.” Natalie blushed, it never failed to surprise her that at 34, an owned slave, property frequently used and enjoyed by many and she was still capable of blushing. “Don’t you have work to do slut?” Natalie chimed back. They were at their best together, relaxed, secure, sisters in every sense of the word. Poly households were full of strange dynamics; theirs was one of the more positive ones.

It was Natalie’s insecurities that brought her to apply as the position of cook in Eve’s household, she never felt confident enough to be a slave in a monogamous setting. Finding a monogamous Owner meant being completely responsible for their happiness and the efficiency of the home, Natalie never quite felt she could pull that off, she was happy being depended upon to fulfill a specific role, a role she felt she excelled in, a role she felt was necessary to the smooth running of Eve’s castle. She worked in Eve’s kitchen for an entire year before she was offered a collar, which she gratefully accepted. She craved the brand though, the final acceptance, the mark of Eve, her ultimate goal.

Samuel entered the mud room attached to the kitchen like a thief, Natalie disliked Samuel for no good reason and her guilt for harbouring such negative feelings for her brother caused her to overcompensate, “How was work Sam?” Her voice was almost kind. Samuel averted her gaze and mumbled something incoherent as he stripped, hanging his suit jacket and pants on the mud room wall while leaving the rest folded neatly on the old wooden desk. He removed his black heavy leather collar from the hook by the kitchen door and placed it snugly around his neck. “Are there any orders for me or am I free to shower before dinner?” Even his meek high-pitched voice grated on Natalie’s nerves, “Lady Eve left no orders with me Sam.” Again she strained to sound kind. “Patrick’s coming to dinner.” Leanne forewarned him, “great, just what I need” Samuel sulked as he left the kitchen.

Sir Patrick was cruel to all the boys but he seemed to have a particular mandate to make Samuel cry. Eve assumed it was because Samuel was the main breadwinner for the household and provided well for her, perhaps Patrick thought without his six figure income Eve would be more likely to accept him into the house, sure other’s contributed, but Samuel was the financial foundation and everyone knew it.

Patrick was sure to punish any male he could get his hands on for the desire he felt for them and Eve was always generous with offering up any cock in her service, after all she was the ultimate benefactor to his pent up passion, she knew all the lust the cocks conjured up in Patrick found itself into her bed when she allowed it.

Leanne placed the two bowls on the floor in opposite corners and stood back to look at her table, she took great pride in her work and creating a beautiful setting for her family. As if reading her mind Michael walked in with the flowers. “Bout time rascal.” Leanne chirped as she pinched him, “lower lower” Michael kidded as he handed her the fresh bouquet. “I will leave that to Sir Patrick after dinner.” She teased, “Ugghh, again?” Michael’s mood darkened immediately, he had no issue being used by any of Eve’s male friends and he actually had learned to experience enjoyment when interacting with one of his brothers or another male submissive, but Patrick was different. Patrick was mean; any exchange with him left Michael feeling sad. Sad was not a place Michael enjoyed, his was a tender soul, born to serve and bring pleasure and harmony. He delivered medical supplies to earn his keep but his true talent was his ability to nurture anything that grew. Since Michael’s arrival at the household in the late 90s the gardens had flourished, If Michael wasn’t working, sleeping or eating, and was not needed by Lady Eve you would find him in the garden. He was solely responsible for the landscaping and he liked it that way. He would beam when Eve enjoyed time outdoors on the property and was always looking for new ways to make it a peaceful sanctuary for her. His gentle humble nature made him a perfect slave, there was not a harsh bone in his body and he loved his brothers and sisters completely. Michael was the first beta slave to wear Eve’s brand and no one deserved it more, he was born to worship Eve, and he did so with dignity and pride. He was definitely one of her very prized possessions.

When Leanne returned to the kitchen to tell Natalie the table was set Connie was already there sampling some of the dinner dishes, she was insatiable in all things, whether it be food, sex, sleep, clothes or attention there was never enough. Natalie couldn’t understand how she wasn’t 300 pounds considering the food she pilfered from the kitchen on a regular basis, the only plausible explanation for her toned fabulous body was her occupation. People underestimate the athletic ability required from a professional dancer, at least of the headlining calibre. Connie was the best earner after Samuel in the household. She only worked 3 nights a week at the club but was often hired for personal parties and events at quite a substantial rate, in fact Natalie could not remember a lifestyle even she was hired to cater that Connie also wasn’t hired to entertain at since she had joined the family. Connie was shameless; a self-labelled nymphomaniac that loved her body as much as she loved everyone else’s. She was constantly wet, constantly horny and constantly on the prowl for physical gratification. “Table is set!” Leanne announced. “Good then come set me” Connie grinned and licked her lips seductively, Natalie slapped her ass playfully, “Behave!” “Oh momma hurt me hurt me” Connie purred. The jovial atmosphere was immediately stifled as Jonathon appeared in the doorway. “You whores have nothing better to do?” Natalie busied herself never quite sure how to take Jonathon, as alpha slave his authority was understood however in many ways he was treated worse than most. Connie looked at his caged cock, “Well if you were ever allowed out to play I could think of many better things to do.” Leanne stifled a giggle, always impressed by and a little envious of Connie’s sassiness. Jonathon took two long yet swift steps towards Connie and slapped her harshly across the face, “Go get yourself ready for dinner cunt, Eve wants everyone naked with glossed nipples and their O ring collars, apparently Sir Patrick’s bitches are serving tonight, so you all dine.” Typically one slave was assigned to serve every night and would eat alone after the main meal, it was a rare treat when they were all together at the table.

Leanne and Connie scurried away quickly, grateful to get away from Jonathon. Natalie made sure everything was set to warm before leaving to prepare herself. Her meal would now be in the hands of Sir Patrick’s slaves and she would be free to enjoy it with the others.

Jonathon walked swiftly to the dining room to check that everything was prepared to his Mistress’ liking, being the alpha slave came with a heavy responsibility, ultimately he was accountable, no matter who messed up he was as much to blame as they were for not fixing the problem before it reached her Highness. He was under constant pressure; everything fell to his shoulders, the house, the chores, the behaviour of the betas and the happiness of his Ruler. He was the top of the bottoms, and he coveted his place, he lived in constant fear he would fail and be demoted back to the masses even though he had maintained his role for over a decade now and was one of the lucky ones bearing Eves mark. He had grown paranoid that everyone was out to sabotage him and steal his place, this put him constantly on edge, constantly suspicious and forever angry. It was not true of course, no one wanted his role, the responsibility, being locked in that silly chastity device and always the last to taste any sexual satisfaction, sleeping in that little closet turned into a room on the upper floor beside Lady Eve’s suite, not being truly accepted by the slaves because of his Dominance or by the Dominants because of his subservience. His was a lonely existence; one that caused him great suffering, and that was where he found his joy.

Sasha pulled the ties tightly securing the corset against Eve’s frame, although dressage and personal care were traditionally slave responsibilities Eve required it from anyone wishing to be mentored by her. It was a small price to pay to be afforded the wisdom and expertise of Lady Eve, in a community that relies on its very own code of ethics and standards having been mentored by someone of Eves reputation was a tremendous stamp of approval. In Eve’s opinion it kept them humble, although Dominant in their own right when under her roof even they were expected to be subservient to her. While solidifying a mindset of entitlement and ultimate power in her protégés was necessary it was of the utmost importance to Eve that no one ever got the misguided notion they were her equal, even amongst Dominants, she was the Dominant.

Eve admired herself in the full length mirror, the years had been kind to her, although no one knew her exact age most would probably guess her to be in her mid forties. She had the hair of a twenty year old, she attributed that to having never dyed it, she always felt fortunate to have such a deep chestnut brown main and never felt tempted to jump on the blondes have more fun bandwagon. Nor had she been overly harsh to it with electronic gadgets invented to make it curl, make it stop curling, or dry it faster than the air could. No for at least three decades now she used the same technique to care for her luscious locks after washing, a boar brush and a slave’s caress, and once a month an overnight treatment of pure virgin olive oil. In recent years she had shortened it to fall just past her shoulders, only she knew that was done to commemorate the entering of her second half-century. Her eyes were green, not the captivating emerald green of fairly tales but a pale calming green that seemed to lure one into a tranquil state without them even being aware of it. She carried just enough extra weight to bring her curves and keep wrinkles from forming on her face that would give away her true age. In her younger years she had battled those few extra pounds, now she welcomed them, knowing they softened her and gave her a more feminine exterior, that was one of the wonderful things about age she thought as she traced her fingers along the dip in her corset hugging her bosom, you learn that true sensuality has nothing to do with magazine covers. She heard the chime of the door announcing Sir Patrick’s arrival, lucky for him she was in a particularly evil mood this evening and was more than happy to agree to torture his misbehaved slave girls, even though it was most definitely his inability to Master them that caused their behaviour and not really their fault at all.

Everyone was already assembled in the sitting room when Eve and Sasha arrived downstairs, Patrick rose and kissed her cheek and she tenderly touched his face. His property were positioned kneeling naked with their noses against the wall. She instructed Sasha to take them out of the sitting room, clamp their nipples to their clits together and have them prepare the food for serving. Everyone else was invited to join her in the dining room.

Patrick sat opposite Eve at the other end of the table, a chair usually reserved for Sasha, Sasha took her place at the right side of Eve for the meal and placed her napkin on her lap. Camille, the gentler of the twins appeared with the wine, Eve studied her as she went from glass to glass careful pouring without making eye contact, Patrick was complaining about her as if she was unable to hear him as she made her rounds, “They have no appreciation for the opportunity I have given them by dragging their stupid cunts out of that hell hole, things are going to change, or they will rue the day they met me.” Patrick was all bluster, when it came to women he couldn’t be harsh, he had difficulty inflicting severe pain to anything with a cunt, cocks on the other hand felt his wrath frequently, but any slave with a slit he had ever owned ended up a bratty mess. Camille leaned over Eve’s shoulder to pour her wine, without effort her fingers twisted around the chain connecting Camille’s nipples to her clit, a small gasp was heard as Camille straightened her body to move to the next glass, Eve tugged roughly, “Have you been a bad girl slut?” Camille winced, “yes Ma’am” her eyes remained down as she spoke, the table could see her rounding her shoulder to try and get her nipples closer to her clit to lessen the pull, Eve twisted the chain to an audible wail, “After dinner we will have to teach you and your sister why it is better to be a good girl.” Eve continued manipulating the chain, “yes Ma’am”, her words were spoken without sufficient air, Eve dropped the chain and looked across the long mahogany table to Patrick, “and maybe I should have Sasha teach you how to be a good Master” Jonathon smirked and regretted it immediately, “you have something to say Jonathon” Patrick was happy to find an outlet for his anger, or was it shame? “No Sir, it saddens me that you have to put up with such insolence from your property, you definitely deserve better.” Jonathon was nothing if not a good ass kisser; it was after all a definite prerequisite to being a good alpha slave. “Yes I do, actually I deserve a mouth on my cock, and seeing as you have nothing to say then you have no other use for your mouth at the moment.” Jonathon froze, these were the moments he hated the most, the moments he was unsure of the proper way to behave, Eve saved him, “He does have something better to do with his mouth at the moment, eat Natalie’s wonderful meal, however if it is your pleasure I will allow him to have you for dessert.” Samuel said a silent prayer that Jonathon would be the focus of Patrick’s hate tonight and not him. Michael, who was unable to dislike anyone, even Jonathon, offered him a slight smile, Jonathon was grateful for the show of support. With the main course served and everyone chatting about the recent gossip the weather and the news Camille settled in the corner to her bowl of scraps while Carmela stood by in case anything was needed, when Camille had licked the bottom of her bowl clean she took over guard and Carmela slopped at her food.

Patrick sat back and rubbed his belly, “One day I may kidnap Natalie and keep her for myself” Natalie tried not to look horrified, “That will be the day she serves chicken friend Patrick balls as an hors d’oeuvre.” Connie chuckled, “Anything with balls and hors can’t be all bad” Even Jonathon was grateful for the ability to laugh and relieve some tension. “Camille and Carmela when you are done cleaning up and putting the food away present yourself in the sitting room for punishment, Jonathon prepare the dungeon, Leanne get the coffee tray.” Eve stood to a chorus of yes Ma’ams and everyone knew to follow her to the next room for her to enjoy her coffee. Sasha and Patrick settled themselves in chairs around Eve and the slaves without instruction knelt quietly on the floor, “You offer me Jonathon for dessert and then send him off to light candles.” Patrick mockingly scoffed. Eve rolled her eyes, “Samuel crawl over here and put that dick in your mouth so I don’t have to listen to him whine.” Samuel obediently shifted to all fours; he was use to his prayers not being answered. Patrick unzipped his pants and pulled his substantial cock free before accepting a coffee from Leanne. Samuel crawled towards the already twitching cock reluctantly, “you all may have coffee while we wait for the twins to clean up and Patrick to get his cock sucked, now don’t cum already Patrick I know you will want to bury that thing in Jonathon’s ass and you aren’t a young man anymore, wouldn’t want you not to be able to get it up again” She was right, he liked Jonathon’s ass, he wasn’t used as much as the others so he was tighter and screamed louder when Patrick fucked him, Patrick loved using his thick cock as a weapon, and if he played his strokes right he could not cum and have not only Jonathon but Samuel and Michael too, he knew watching Eve punish the girls would keep him hard, God knows they deserve anything she dishes out to them, it is going to be a happy cock night he thought eagerly.

Chapter 2

The dungeon did not live up to its name, it was a rather welcoming place, with a roaring fire and the soft ambiance of multiple candles placed strategically around the space, red upholstery and black leather gave it a lush look without having that cheap bordello feel somehow, even the cages looked like designer bird cages and not drab iron boxes. Eve had class, it oozed from her and was reflected in her surroundings, but no matter how inviting the dungeon appeared to the naked eye, no slave who ever entered it was confused about the terror they felt in their soul.

Eve stepped out of her shoes and slipped off her long black skirt, Patrick salivated at the sight of her round ass as she pulled up the leggings Jonathon had neatly placed across the back of her chair, he wasn’t alone. Eve only tortured in comfort, bare feet for balance and leggings for manoeuvrability, she never worried about looking like a Dominant, she WAS one.

She placed Camille and Carmela back to back in the middle of the floor, her own slaves knelt quietly not wanting to become the focus of her attention, they knew her well, well enough to know she was in a mood, and well enough to know that no one could make you suffer like their Mistress.

Their wrists were cuffed and secured above their heads by Sasha, who took extreme delight in making the chain short enough so that the extension of their arms pulled their tits upward increasing the tension of the chain running between their nipples and their clits. She then shackled their ankles together on either side of the spreader bars Jonathon had supplied. The witnesses could feel the pain throbbing in their own nipples as they watched, none of Eve’s slaves were strangers to the clamps, Eve had a particular penchant for the quiet evil they could dispense. Eve quietly circled the two victims, the air was tense, the only sound echoing in the atmosphere was the crackling of the fire and the heavy breathing that results from a mixture of pain and fear. Eve was getting wet. Eve walked to her chair in slow deliberate motions, “wine”. Michael had the bottle in his hands before anyone else even registered the command, this was when Michael was at his best, wrapped in his loves power, in awe of his Owner, proud to serve her, and always somewhat amazed he was hers. She rewarded him by having him kneel between her legs, his cock was hard before his knees hit the floor at her nearness and the sweet smell escaping form her pussy. She pulled his head into her cunt and allowed him to lick her though the thin leggings, she sipped her wine never taking her eyes off her subjects. “So tell me Patrick, how much pain do they deserve” The question was for their benefit of course, she would hand out any measure of pain that satisfied her, but she knew anticipation was the worst, that the fear that mounted as they waited and listened and imagined only made her enjoy it all the more. She lifted her hips against Michael hungry mouth as Patrick rambled on about how impossible they were and how they only obeyed if constantly supervised and certainly did not know their place. Eve stood and looked down at Michael as he looked up adoringly from between her feet, she grabbed a handful of his thick black locks in her hand, “A slave who knows their place is priceless” she purred, Michael collapsed and covered her feet with kisses. She lifted a foot and placed it on the back of his neck, his heart pounded, he felt completely owned, how did he get this lucky? She stepped over him and moved towards the trembling subjects secured to the middle of her lair.

She circled them slowly finally coming to a stop in front of Carmela, she knew this one was the instigator, although Camille was no saint she followed Carmela’s lead. Eve also knew that breaking Carmela would terrify Camille more than anything she could do to her physically. By now the clamps had been securely fastened to her body for hours, she was well aware of the searing pain she would experience when they were removed, but this was not her greatest concern, the innocent enough looking black box Jonathon had pulled from the armoire was, she feared electricity and Eve knew it, and Carmela knew she knew it.

As always the dungeon air was damp with secretions, the sweet smell of pussies wet with anticipation battling the pungent stench of the fear induced sweat that found its way out of bodies, some terrified to stand on the edge, others eager.

The snatch was so swift and sure that it was the shrill of agony exploding from Carmela’s gut that alerted the room the clamps had been ripped from her body rather than the movement of Eve’s arm. Her body convulsed and contorted as the blood rushed to refill the flattened zones of pleasure, so violently in fact that the ripple affect on Camille through their bound connection caused an echo of suffering to fill the room. Eve took hold of Carmela’s nipples causing a primitive grunt to escape her as her body desperately tried to reconcile what was happening, “I think we need to have a little talk about a slaves proper behaviour.” Eve’s voice was calm as if she was oblivious to the physical and mental panic happening before her eyes, Eve twisted the nipples roughly, the involuntary howl that ensued caused every slave in the room wince, “I SAID, I think we need to have a little talk about a slaves proper behaviour.” Carmela fought her way through the blinding pain to utter the words she knew Lady Eve was looking for, “yes Ma’am.” The sound of the chain rattling from the involuntary shudders passing through the frail slaves body was buffered by the sobs already escaping the more timid of the bronze skinned twins helpless on the other side. Eve grabbed a handful of sleek black hair and tugged it back so the limp slaves head tilted upwards, she had a good six inches on her target and wanted to see the surrender in her eyes, “Do you think your sister cries for you or for herself?” Eve taunted both simultaneously, “I don’t know Ma’am” Carmela’s voice crackled as she spoke. Eve reached her free hand around Carmela’s frame and roughly cupped the clamped tit of the weaker sister, she allowed Carmela to see her genuine smile as Camille responded with a wail mixed with fear and ache. Eve released the tit of one and the hair of the other and stepped back with a sigh of feigned regret. She spoke as if to herself as she slowly circled the terrified subjects completely at her mercy. “Do we force you to be slaves? Of course not, you come to us begging and pleading to give you a home…a purpose, to give you refuge from the vanilla world that has misunderstood you your entire lives and when we do, when we take on the burden of your bodies and souls how do you repay us?” She continued to circle slowly not expecting an answer, “Are you grateful? Obedient? Do you honour us with your devotion and loyalty?” Eve made a mental note of how Samuel shifted uneasily, she was aware that whether there was good reason or not her words were evoking guilt in him about his level of commitment, what she wasn’t sure was if it was his commitment to her, the life or his own calling. “ I look at your Master with a heavy heart, convinced you don’t deserve him, his care or his protection. I look at slaves that would serve him much better that he has turned away to devote his energies to you.” She glanced at Leanne who was well aware it was a compliment directed at her and winked. “Wine Michael” She said nonchalantly as she moved towards her chair by Patrick, the glass was filled before she was even seated. “ Patrick why you waste your time with these two ingrates is beyond me, sure they are easy enough on the eyes but they are true kinkays.” She stretched her feet out into Michaels waiting lap and intentionally brushed his reawakened cock. “Connie remove the clamps from the other cunt will you dear.” She chose Connie because she knew she would be the one to least enjoy the task, Connie gravitated to all things pleasurable and really did not have the stomach for the harsher aspects of the life. However as sassy as she could be she knew better than to ever disobey a direct order from her owner. She may have been the youngest member of the household and the newest arrival but she was no fool, she was a survivor by nature, which is how she found herself in her particular line of work to begin with. She certainly had long figured out the necessities of being the property of One such as Eve.

Patrick defended his spur of the moment decision that resulted in his ownership of two young beautiful sisters he had only known 10 days at the time of his acquisition. “I still believe they have the potential to be valuable property one day, perhaps I should leave them with you, you definitely seem to have a much greater affect on them than I ever do.” His cock would never allow him to leave them behind, as much trouble as they were they were never a disappointment when it came to pleasing him sexually. He stood and walked towards his chattels. “Is that what you want sluts? Shall I find you a new Owner you will be more willing to obey?” The begging and promises spilled forth tripping over each other in the horrific realisation that they may have finally pushed their Master too far. They hadn’t of course, Patrick had no intentions of giving them up, even now as he pretended to be disgusted by them his loins perked looking at their young firm bodies so vulnerably displayed before him. “Hush whores!” He sounded convincing even to Eve who knew better, “It is always the same story from you two, how you have learned your lesson and are prepared to honour me and make me proud and yet it always comes to this.” He spat on the floor between them and turned in contrived disgust. He grinned at Eve enormously enjoying their little game.

“Jonathon take them down and release them from each other.” The instant they were free they crawled hastily to Patrick’s feet and covered them with tear drenched kisses and the begging resumed at an even more frantic rate. Eve lifted a foot from Michael’s lap and planted it so hard in Camille’s slender shoulder that she toppled backwards. “Get away from him, both of you!” Her voice boomed across the dungeon bouncing off the walls like the shattered glass of a hurled vase. They retreated immediately clinging together in a petrified ball of naked flesh. Eve crossed the room and removed the barber strap from the wall; the twins clutched each other even tighter. Camille’s luscious abundant hair was used to drag her from her sisters trembling grasp to the foot of Patrick’s chair. “Stand up you pathetic excuse for a slave.” Camille could feel her knees buckle as the motion brought her even closer to her torturer. Eve crossed her foot in front of Camille’s legs and pushed her forward towards Patrick, Camille caught herself on the arms of his chair. Face to face Patrick could smell the fear seeping from her pores and the desperation in her eyes made him want to fuck her right there and then. Eve kicked her feet apart so wide that she had to rely on the arms of the chair to keep her upright. Patrick could not resist how her tits hung so conveniently over his lap and instinctively reached for her overly sensitive nipples. The shocks of pain coursing through her made her pant wildly as she tried to maintain her position. Eve ignored her plight and ran the leather strap down the center of her back, “I want you to look into your Masters eyes as you feel the pain you have caused him.” The first crack of the strap bit into her soft flesh as she spoke the last word. Patrick continued to toy with her tits and nipples as the strap relentlessly connected with her ass turning it from it’s lovely bronzed tan colour to fiery red. Tears soaked Patrick’s forearms as he bounced her tits up and down by the recently released nipples to the rhythm of her beating. Eve’s last blow caught her squarely between the legs causing her knees to finally collapse completely landing her face first in Patrick’s lap. Patrick seized the opportunity to release his throbbing cock and jam it deep into the throat of his sobbing slave. Camille sucked desperately hoping to earn absolution through his cock. Eve snapped her fingers and pointed to the arms of the chair while she glared at a wide-eyed Carmela who hastily assumed her sister’s recent position bent into the face of her Master while his cock continued to be devoured. Patrick’s exhilaration at being so close to orgasm was taken out on Carmela’s tender tits as they hung teasingly over Camille’s bobbing head, Eve knew Patrick’s responses so well she was able to time the blow to Carmela’s cunt right at the moment he exploded into the back of Camille’s throat. Eve was so delighted by her orchestrated conclusion she almost came herself. “Jonathon lock them in cages until Patrick decides what he’s going to do with them” Jonathon’s cock was already straining against its own cage without even having had the pleasure of adding to their misery yet, it was his sadistic demons that made him such an effective alpha and he took great joy in dragging the crumpled whores away from their Master and slamming the iron doors of the aesthetically pleasing bird cages behind them. He emptied a jug of water into each of their birdbaths and turned on the heating lamps that were built into the top of the cages. “Covered or open Ma’am” Jonathon inquired. “Cover the cages boy, we don’t need to see the likes of them any more tonight.” Jonathon threw the custom made blankets over the cages shrouding them in darkness and isolation.

After filling Sir Patrick and Lady Eve’s wine glasses he was instructed to serve wine to the other slaves and himself. It was not unusual for her to allow her slaves alcohol on dungeon nights although they were never allowed sufficient amounts to dull their senses, that would spoil her fun.

Eve reached out her hand to Patrick and he gently kissed it, he did really love her, it was a shame she could not find room for him here in her sanctuary, he would even readily agree to acknowledge her superiority over him if she would only ask. She smiled at his now limp cock resting fused against his thigh in all its gummy glory, it was a magnificent specimen she thought, and she had a feeling she would be able to have it at the ready to fuck her well by the time she was finished in the dungeon, his slaves would most definitely be spending the night in their cages uncertain of their fate until morning came. How delightful.

She surveyed her stable as they enjoyed their treat and eyed Samuel as her thoughts returned to his obvious uneasiness when she was chastising the cunts lack of devotion. “Samuel, come clean Sir Patrick’s cock for him, it is quite the mess.” Samuel crawled across the dungeon floor stopping to kiss the feet of his Lady as he made his way to Patrick. Eve wondered if his gesture was genuine or another sign of his guilt, she would have to examine this more closely over the next little while.

Samuel disliked cock, particularly Patrick’s cock, it was large and thick and Patrick saw it as a weapon, a weapon too often used to humiliate and persecute him. He was careful to do a thorough cleaning job with his tongue in the hopes that he would then be excused and could retreat back to the safety of his siblings. Samuel’s heart pounded as Patrick raised his ass off the chair as a signal for Samuel to remove his pants, which he did, he then slipped to the edge of the chair hung one leg over the arm which Samuel knew meant he expected his ass cleaned as well. Sam could feel the eyes of the others on the back of his head and he pushed his tongue as deep into Patrick’s hairy asshole as he could get it, he did not want to give Patrick any reason to humiliate him further. “Good enough worm, I need to pee.” Sam sat back on his heels and opened his mouth wide, he had learned to close off his throat and let the piss pool in his mouth and swallow at intervals rather than try and do it as a constant stream, although he hated the feel of the warm liquid gathering inside his cheeks it was the only way he had managed to perform the skill without gagging. Samuel thanked Patrick for the honour of accepting his fluids as expected of him but in truth he did not feel grateful at all and everyone knew it, Eve saw an opening. “Are you truly honoured slave?” Eve knew this question would put him in a perilous situation; he was faced with lying to her or disrespecting Sir Patrick. He crawled to her and laid his cheek on her foot, “I am always honoured when in service to you my Lady.” It was a clever answer, and she let it go…for now.

Samuel remained at her feet kneeling next to Michael because he had not been formally excused, he also knew that if anyone in the room had any sympathy for him it was gentle Michael and he found some comfort in that.

Eve’s eyes settled on Jonathon’s cock protruding though the spaces between the rings of his chastity device, she was not surprised given the delicious screams and cries the twins had supplied him with. She enjoyed denying him his sexual gratification, mainly because he was such a slut and starving his cock was an expensive price to pay to not be a beta.

“Connie dance.” Eve loved the way Connie could move her body, it was no wonder that even though she was only twenty-four she had made such a name for herself in the exotic dance community. She began stripping in bars before she was even old enough to drink in them and because she had developed early bar owners happily pretended they did not know how young she was. There was always a price to pay to keep them turning a blind eye and not getting in the way of her career but Connie’s grandfather had taught her long before she finished grade school that her power and her worth was between her legs, and it was a lesson she was determined to profit from.

Connie chose a slow seductive song hoping to earn a spot in Eve’s bed later, she was unaware her sensuous Owner had already decided it would be Patrick who would get the privilege of making her cum that night and the real purpose of her showing off her talent was to tighten Jonathon’s cage more snugly around his cock.

Eve approached Connie as the song ended and slipped her hand against her cunt, “Always wet.” Eve grinned broadly as Connie’s pussy lips grabbed at her fingers. Eve toyed with her clit which was already swollen and stiff. Connie began a different type of dance even though the music had ended. Eve grabbed the O-ring of Connie’s collar and led her to the tallest of the padded benches, Connie climbed up eagerly, hungry for more. Eve instructed her to slide down until her ass was half off the end of the bench then had Jonathon place leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Connie loved being bound and used, just the feel of the cuffs tightening against her skin brought her close to climax. With the spreader bar extended to its maximum and suspended from the ceiling and her wrists fastened securely to the legs of the table she was open for business. Leanne and Natalie were both assigned to a tit and they sucked and lapped as Connie writhed under them. Her cunt glistened with the juices of joy and her swollen lips and protruding clit begged for attention. Eve removed the rubber flogger from the armoire door and began a rhythmic gentle pounding to her cunt, occasionally one of the tails would connect directly on her clit and Connie’s body would arch in hungry pleasure. Ever was well skilled with a flogger, easily making it a slaves best friend or worst enemy, tonight the sixteen inch tails were definitely Connie’s friend and she had already began to beg to cum although she knew it was pointless so early. Although Eve almost always let her cum it was never before the desire was so strong that the pleasure almost began to feel like pain. Eve tossed the flogger on Connie’s stomach and jammed three fingers inside her, a loud moan escaped Connie’s lips and she arched and bucked against Eve’s prodding fingers. With a forth finger now ramming the sopping cunt Eve picked up the flogger in her other hand and brought it down hard on Natalie’s back, “Harder!” Leanne and Natalie both became rougher on Connie’s tits, biting and tugging as Connie thrashed as much as she could within her restraints. Connie felt Eve’s hand pull back then re-enter her with her thumb pressed tight against her middle finger and Connie knew what was coming, she immediately began to beg in anticipation of feeling Eve’s fist enter and stretch her beyond natural expectations, Eve ignored her and rammed her knuckles past the swollen lips balling her hand into a fist inside Connie’s drenched cavity, the screech could easily have been mistaken for agony…if it wasn’t Connie. Jonathon squirmed as he witnessed the brutal chomping and gnashing to Connie’s gorgeous tits, he would have given anything to fuck her, well almost anything, anything except his prized position, Eve was acutely aware of his lust clawing at him from the inside trying to get out, and she made sure he saw her watching him as she ploughed her fisted deeper and deeper into the wanton whore strapped tightly onto her table of bliss. While keeping Jonathon’s gaze she ordered an eight-inch strap on, he chose the black one and brought it to her, “Not for me slut, put it on.” He wanted to fuck Connie but he wanted to use his own cock, he reluctantly fastened the strap on to his body above his caged throbbing member, a loud plop was heard as Eve pulled her hand out of the dripping cunt spread wide before her. “Fuck her hard.” Eve directed as she stepped back. Her ass hanging half off the table caused the metal prison between his legs to crash against her sloppy crack, sometimes almost prying her ass open as if his cock was willing to fuck her even if it couldn’t escape its cruel confinement. The order to cum brought forth squirting and oozing and splashing that found its way over and around and through the evil cage that was strangling a cock that bulged through every nook and cranny it could find. Her release was his despair and his despair was Eve’s triumph.

“Get her down and get her some water.” Eve instructed Nat and Leanne, almost always aftercare was left to the sibs, caring for each other was insisted on by Eve, she felt it strengthened their bonds. Wrapped in a blanket cuddled between her two sisters Connie looked happy and relaxed, Leanne stroked her hair while Nat coaxed her to sip her water as if she was a small child, and in many ways she still was.

Eve’s attention turned towards Sasha and Patrick who had taken the opportunity to put Michael and Samuel to good use while she was preoccupied. Sasha was sprawled across the chaise longue with Michael engrossed in her pussy equally enjoying Samuel’s cock up his ass. Eve had to grin at Patrick’s ingenuity at how to cause Samuel the most displeasure, not only would he find fucking Michael distasteful but Patrick held him secure by his collar with one hand making breathing more challenging, and held a large vibrator on high speed to his man pussy that he would have to impale himself on every time he backed out of Michael to take another stroke. Sasha did not require Eve’s permission to cum and by the squeals and bucking coming from the far corner she appeared to be indulging herself multiple times. Eve settled herself in her chair and snapped for Jonathon to fill her glass seeing as Michael was otherwise detained.

Patrick’s eyes met Eve’s and he deliberately rammed Samuel even harder with the plastic cock causing Eve to chuckle knowing she was going to get fucked well tonight. The pause in her activity drew her attention to the fact her leggings were soaked and becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, she instructed Jonathon to remove them and clean her drenched pussy. She leaned back and closed her eyes while Jonathon took long slow laps up her inner thighs, when his tongue lingered at her clit she raised her foot and caught him square in the balls. Already tender from their denial the sharp correction as hastily obeyed and his tongue went back to a more purposeful pattern. She turned towards the rustling in the corner and saw Sasha’s little scene breaking up, with Samuel out of the way Eve could see her premonition was right and Patrick’s cock was budging at attention. He walked proudly towards her being led by his bouncing dick. He stopped before her with the crooked smirk she found so endearing “See anything you like?” He knew she enjoyed his cock, at times he thought it was the only thing that made him attractive to her at all. Jonathon tensed feeling uncomfortable with Patrick standing over him but remained focused on his Lady. “I do actually, I just wonder what possible use it could have.” Eve wrapped a hand around the back of Jonathon’s neck and arched her cunt into his face, he immediately responded to the invitation and went back to flicking her clit with his tongue. Jonathon was tall and strong, he spent many hours working on his body to make it desirable for his Lady, an effort he often felt went unappreciated even still Patrick had no problem lifting him by his hips to a standing position while Eve held his head firmly against her cunt. “Allow me to show you my precious one” Patrick chimed as he drove his 10 inches deep into Jonathon. The escaping air forced from Jonathon against her engorged clit as he felt his insides rip in two brought a slight moan from her lips, this only encouraged Patrick to pull all the way out and do it again, already his cock bore the bloody signs of his assault, Eve placed her other hand on Jonathon’s head to hold him even tighter to him cutting off his air supply as Patrick took four or five brutal more stabs at him, Patrick backed away as Eve released her grip sending Jonathon crumbling to the ground gasping for air, Patrick leaned over Jonathon’s destructed body and firmly and passionately kissed the true object of his desire who responded hungrily. “The rest I save for you my love.” Patrick growled seductively as they parted making his still hard cock wave in the air causing her a genuine laugh.

Jonathon and Michael were sent to the circular glass shower and Eve had Sasha remove her corset while Nat fetched her silk robe. Sasha disliked performing slave duties in front of the others, she felt it undermined her authority but knew better than to refuse anything of Eve. Nat wrapped Eve in her robe then stood behind her chair gently massaging her shoulders through the silk as her Lady watched Michael tenderly bathe Jonathon.

With Michael and Jonathon clean and Connie recovered from her recent use Eve dismissed them all to bed, Sasha positioned herself in front of the fire with a new glass of wine and Eve debated if she should make her leave the dungeon seeing as the twins were still in their cages. She decided to let her stay even though her and Patrick were retiring to her chamber figuring if her intention WAS to torture the young ones more they should be recovered enough by now to handle it.

Sasha liked them young, it was something she hadn’t shared with Eve in fear it would be enough for Eve to have refused to mentor her, Eve lived by an extremely honourable code and would never accept the use of children by anyone associated with her. Although she would never actually involve children because she feared the legal repercussions she could not deny the attraction. Sasha knew Eve had not been particularly happy when Patrick came home with the twins even though he had proof they were legal at 18, their small Asian frames made them appear much younger, that alone was enough to be unsettling to Eve. Sasha sipped her wine while the house settled around her, she was in no rush, it was not often she had two young pussies at her mercy and she was going to savour the moment, it would not be difficult for her to imagine them at an age that fit her particular fetish, they would do very nicely.

Camille and Carmela did not know Sasha well enough to distrust her kindness as she freed them from their confines, they readily accepted the blankets by the fire and sat grateful at her feet. Sasha fed them wine to make them giddy while she brushed their hair and placed it in pigtails. They were a bit too busty to truly fit Sasha’s preferred age but their stature and shaved pussies helped the fantasy along.

Sasha had them stand naked before her in the light of the fire and turn slowly, the welts and bruising on their flat asses were almost identical. She had to hand it to Eve, she knew her instruments. From the back with their pigtails the looked much younger than their 18 years, Sasha had them remain facing the fire. Her third glass of wine was fuelling her obsession, the confused slaves stood quietly between her and the fire unaware of the role they were playing in her mind. Eve had them kneel still facing the fire and hold hands, they looked so innocent, so delicious.

Eve stood and called Camille to her and ordered her to undress her, Camille fumbled with her clothing not use to performing this task as Patrick rarely used them for personal care. Once naked she took Camille by the hand and led her to the chaise, once sitting with her legs stretched before her she grabbed a pigtail and positioned Camille across her lap calling for Carmela, Carmela crawled towards her sister. Sasha positioned Carmela on her knees between her sister’s feet and placed her small hands at the top of Camille’s thighs. She was then instructed to hold her legs as wide as she could, Carmela was no stranger to Camille’s cunt, they had enjoyed each other’s bodies long before they met Patrick. Prying her sister’s thighs apart with her nose only inches away from her tight pussy was only made strange by the presence of Sasha.

Sasha ran her hand over the badly bruised cheeks of Camille’s ass slowly enjoying its immaturity. She ran her thumb down the crack of her ass penetrating her slowly and deliberately when she felt the tight pucker, with her thumb resting in her ass she toyed with Camille’s clit until she felt her relax and begin to enjoy it, then she slid her finger into her waiting cunt and fucked her tenderly. Just as Camille began to rock to Sasha’s rhythm she felt her evacuate her ass and cunt. Camille squirmed hoping to entice her back when she felt her pig tails being tied in a knot behind her head, Sasha grabbed her newly fashioned handle in her left hand and arched the small slaves back pushing her cunt tight against Sasha’s body, Carmela was reminded to keep the pressure strong on her sister’s thighs as Sasha’s right hand returned to caressing the tiny ass laying across her. The spanking began lightly but because she had already been so brutally punished earlier every time Sasha’s bare hand connected with her buttocks she jerked. With a hand firmly holding her hair she picked up speed on the tender slaps, only when Sasha began to feel the burn on her palm did she switched back to manipulating her pussy. Sasha worked her hard bring her to the very edge of climax only to refuse her, when she was certain Camille would not be able to hold out any longer she resorted to spanking her again. Camille quickly lost her edge as she felt the slaps to her tender ass becoming hasher, she continued to beg but instead of to cum she was now begging for mercy, Sasha was a stranger to mercy. Carmela struggled to keep the legs apart as Camille tried to dodge the cruel spanks, Sasha beat her until her hand was burning so bad there was no way she could continue and went back to pussy stroking. It took quite some time for the pleasure to overtake the pain but it eventually did and once again Camille was squirming and begging to cum. Her desperate pleas were answered with more punishing blows, she screamed and sobbed long after the blows stopped. Sasha instructed them to change positions and started the routine all over again, tears continued to spill down Camille’s cheeks as she held her sister victim to Sasha’s game. With Carmela’s turn finally over Sasha was ready to explode. She had the girls stand wide legged on either side of her and fucked them both with her long slender fingers until they were both dripping over her hands and begging release. She took her now lecherous subjects back to the fire and laid on the ground spread eagle and commanded them to please her. This was what they were good at and the immediately set their mouths and hands to work over every part of Sasha’s eager body. Again Sasha did not hold back and allowed orgasm after orgasm to build and explode until she was physically spent. As a reward she allowed the girls to make each other cum while she relaxed in the warmth of the fire watching them. Once the three had recovered Sasha led them both to the shower and had them wash her and each other, she instructed them to drink each other’s urine to rehydrate themselves. Once patted dry by both slaves she returned them to their cages wet to dry under the heating lamp and made her way upstairs to her luxurious bed. Satiated she pulled the down duvet along her flesh and drifted into a heavy sleep.

Chapter 3

Jonathon was kneeling outside his door waiting for further instruction, he was well aware that the general excusal to bed excluded him. Even with his head lowered he had an uncanny ability to be able to see much of what went on around him. He heard the playful banter of his Lady and Sir Patrick as they climbed the stairs, once in view he noticed how Eve was leading the beast by his still loaded weapon and felt a tinge of jealousy. He yearned for her to desire his well-sculpted body the way she seemed to crave this repulsive creature. What could she possibly see in him he wondered.

“Set the Jacuzzi to ninety five and light my candles.” She ordered without even looking at him. He followed them into her chamber on all fours and began lighting the candles he kept stocked throughout her expansive room. Patrick was already mauling her naked body on the bed as Jonathon reached the raised Jacuzzi and began filling it. He listened in disgust as the animal he loathed brought moans of pleasure forth from his perfect Owner. His cock no longer swelled through its confines now that he was forced to witness his love being consumed by another. His orders fulfilled he waited in the submissive position at the bottom of her bed to be excused; instead she beckoned him to join them. Once on the bed she laid on top of him and instructed him to wrap his arms around hers and hold the against the bed over her head, his broad chest held her weight easily and as she dropped her head back over her shoulder the softness of her long neck pressed against his chin. Her scent filled his nostrils and as she placed her fleet flat on his thighs and let her legs fall open he felt the familiar strangulation gripping his cock. Patrick climbed atop of them and placed a hand on either side of Jonathon’s shoulders. Jonathon closed his eyes as Patrick’s face lowered to suckle on her raised nipples, he tried to concentrate on her smell but the sounds of Patrick enjoying her tits was too distracting. Jonathon felt her heels dig into his thigh as she raised her hips to meet Patrick’s searching cock, soon her perfect ass was being pressed deeply into the small of his belly with every penetrating stroke, the warmth of her juices tickled him tauntingly as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Finally with her shoulders dug into his chest and her ass sunk deep in his belly making her body a precise arch she exploded, for Jonathon her orgasm was bittersweet, her cum soaking his lower extremities and her body collapsing against him was tainted by the knowledge her pleasure was not brought forth by him. As he felt the weight of Patrick’s body through his Lady’s as he too collapsed in exhausted bliss a wave of nausea overtook him.