Mistress Lea's New Pet
Part Two
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This story is slash and heavy on the bondage and discipline. Proceed
at your own risk.
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Walking into the front cabin I can see my former Master standing facing the
large porthole looking out over the sea. Impeccably dressed in a tailored
dark gray suit, his height and broad shoulders cause a familiar thrill to
pass through my body. It has been years since I was his slave but somehow I
know he will always have this effect on me. This man has brought me to the
heights of passion and the depths of despair. His punishments and domination
have left an invisible yet permanent mark on my soul. Despite my success and
the many slaves I have had cowering at my feet, I will in some way always
belong to him. This was why I knew I must spend the evening covering up those
feelings. One thing he taught me was that a Master was never weak, never
frightened, never out of control. So I put on my cold mask as I stride into
the room ignoring the terrified gasp from my pet behind me.
"Walter, darling" I purr, "How lovely to see you."
Walter turns and blesses me with a beautiful smile before gathering me up
into his arms. Fighting off the urge to whimper with need at the feeling of
those strong arms around me again, I hug him back. He releases me and steps
back to admire me. I feel my face flushing hot with pleasure to see the
approval in his eyes.
"Lea, you look gorgeous. You just get more and more beautiful."
He smiles into my eyes and then I watch as his gaze moves past me and focuses
on the door. Turning my head slowly, I see what he is staring at. My pet Fox
stands there in all his glory with his bare chest gleaming and the chastity
belt doing little to cover his long thick cock. But his face is what
transfixes me. He looks as though he is in shock. A mixture of terror and
embarrassment is clouding his lovely features. His body is quivering and his
breathing is rapid. I have never seen him so anxious.
Turning back to Walter, I am struck by the look on his own face. His smile
looks almost smug but his eyes are so hungry I feel a shiver pass through me.
I remember that look; my poor pet is in for the hardest night of his life.
"Fox, come and meet my guest." I say with a snap of my fingers. His fear is
beginning to get on my nerves. I have spent long hours training Fox and he is
choosing now, when I have so much to prove to my former master, to let me
down?
Slowly, Fox walks into the room. His tall, muscular body moving so gracefully
despite his shaking. Walter whispers, "Beautiful" and watches the younger man
walk up to where we are standing. Fox then lowers his eyes like I have taught
him and clasps his hands obediently behind his back.
Walter leaves my side and slowly circles around Fox examining every part of
his body. I can see my slave begin to shake harder from Master's long, hard
perusal. Fox peers at me from under his lashes. His face abnormally flushed
and his breathing becomes harsh. Walter slides a hand over Fox's reddened
bottom and chuckles when the younger man jumps at the contact.
Turning to me, Walter says, "It looks as though your little pet requires a
lot of discipline to keep him in line. I've always thought he would."
Walter's statement puzzles me. But then he would probably always be an enigma
to me. Running a large finger slowly up Fox's thigh, he fingers the lock of
the chastity belt and gives me a knowing look. "Where is the key?"
I take a deep breath. I know what he wants. It's obvious that he is
interested in the younger man, but I plan to show my former master that I can
play this game like an expert too. I touch the key where it hangs, nestled in
my cleavage. Straightening my spine, I give him a smug look and say, "Dinner
is ready. We'll talk. Later." Walter just smiles and holds out his hand to
take mine in a warm grip. Gentling pulling his rough hand, I lead him to the
small mahogany table my staff has set for two.
My chef has prepared a masterpiece of culinary delights just as I had ordered
him to. Fox, keeping his face lowered hurries to serve us the light appetizer
and pour our wine. Walter seems very relaxed as we talk about people we know
and places we have both enjoyed. He can be such a charming man that I forget
Fox's apparent nervousness. It is while laughing over one of Walter's witty
observations that I notice how truly frightened my pet appears. His hands are
shaking so badly when he tries to refill Walter's glass that he almost tips
it over. I catch my pet's eye and give him a stern frown. Fox's face reddens
with shame and he bows his head and concentrates on his duties. What is wrong
with him? Yes, Walter is impressive and rather foreboding, but Fox had
admitted to me that he had been with plenty of men in the past.
The slight sway of the boat, added to my pet's uneasiness cause calamity to
strike. Pouring the sauce over Walter's Lobster strudel, Fox allows some of
the sauce to dribble off the plate and onto Walter's lap. My temper explodes.
"Enough!" I snap at my pale and shaking pet, " Go stand in the corner. I will
deal with you after I have eaten."
Fox hangs his head and walks quickly to the nearest corner while I hastened
to apologize for my pet's actions and ring for my steward. Drumming my
fingers on the table, I glare at the naughty boy standing in the corner whose
slumped shoulders show his regret. Walter is quick to brush the incident
aside. Dabbing at the sauce that mars his expensive gray wool slacks, he make
light of it. "Training a perfect slave requires extensive discipline, Lea.
Let's not let it spoil our meal. Your chef is still the best there is and we
need to do him justice by enjoying every bite."
I have to sit back and try to calm myself. As angry as I am, I won't be able
to finish the meal. But then Walter says the one thing that he must have
known would infuriate me.
"He just needs some more intense training, that's all. Perhaps you've been
too tolerant. A common mistake among female masters" I have to duck my head
to control my temper. Looking over at Fox standing in the corner, I grit my
teeth and try to hide my anger at him. My beautiful little pet, standing
there with his red bottom quivering in fear, will pay for this. It is clear
that Walter wants him. How would he hold up if I allowed my old master a free
hand?
Little Fox is about to find that out.
The rest of the meal tastes like dust. But I am determined to ignore this
little disaster and the frighten slave standing in the corner. I hold my head
up, smile, laugh and flirt. I'll be damned if I'll let Walter know how upset
I am. We both refuse desert and I rise from the table to lead my guest over
to the grouping of leather chairs and sofa that take up the other half of the
room. Offering Walter a glass of his favorite brandy, I take a seat close to
him.
Walter is the one to bring up the incident at the table. My tight control
disappears as I look over at my naughty pet and try to come up with a
sufficient apology for his behavior.
"He is quite new at this Walter." I try so hard to keep the defensiveness out
of my tone. He will expect me to discipline my pet accordingly. I can tell he
wants to watch my technique and judge it. Well, I have nothing to prove to
any one. I've learned from a master that being dominant is more head games
than actions. The thought calms me and I love the feeling of once again being
in control.
I put a bland and disinterested look on my face. "Perhaps I should leave it
to you Walter. The offense was, after all, against you."
I look at him and challenge him with my eyes and can feel my body flush with
excitement by his answering formidable look.
"I would be happy to correct him for his latest indiscretion Lea."
I look over at where Fox is cowering in the corner. Walter's words seem to
have a strong effect on him. I can see his body quivering. In fear or
anticipation, I'm not sure. Cocking my head, I look deeply into Walter's
brown eyes and see more than just the usual sternness there. Walter wants
this. I can tell. "So you really think you can do better? Or do you just want
to play with my new toy?" Walter's eyes turn to Fox and I can't mistake the
desire I see there. Lifting the skin-warmed key from where it is nestled
between my breasts, I pull it over my head and gently place it in his large
hand. "In either case, Walter I shall look forward to your little
demonstration."
"Thank you my dear." Walter presses a soft kiss onto the side of my mouth
before rising and walking over to the table that my steward had cleared off.
He turns to where my pet stands in the corner and says, "Fox. Come Here" Fox
keeps his head lowered as he walks slowly over to my old master. He comes to
a stop directly in front of him and Walter just stands for a moment and
stares. I let out the breath I had been unknowingly holding. Walter was now
touching the younger man's face in a manner that is almost loving. Timidly,
Fox lifts his head up to look in Walter's eyes.
I feel an ache begin between my legs as Walter's hands run down the younger
man's body, stroking and kneading his firm flesh. Brushing over his back and
taunt, red buttocks until Fox is whimpering in his throat. I am shocked to
see Fox break out of his role and put his arms around Walter. But I'm not
surprised when Walter grabs his hands in a firm grip and spins the young man
around to slap his ass hard. Walter turns him back around and stares straight
in his eyes. His expression is fierce and I feel a tingle in my nipples in
response. Fox bites his lip and then dutifully lowers his eyes.
With one large hand on Fox's muscular arm Walter pulls him beside the table.
Taking the key, he quickly opens the chastity belt and pulls it down Fox's
thighs until it falls to the floor with a thump. Fox obediently steps out of
the leather garment and stands still with his head bowed and his cock bobbing
forth fully erect. Walter looks down at the younger man and smiles cruelly.
His hand reaches out and brushes the head of my pet's cock and then gives it
a rough squeeze.
At Fox's gasp, Walter pulls his hand away and looks over at me with a
pleasant smile, but his eyes are dark with arousal. "He's a good looking
specimen Lea. I think he may have excellent potential with the right
handling" I can see my pet's face turn crimson with embarrassment and I rub
my thighs together at the thought of watching Walter 'handle' him.
Walter suddenly takes him by the shoulders and without ceremony, pushes my
pet face down over the table and spreads his legs. Fox is resting with his
chest flat against the wood and his ass hanging over the edge, raised nicely
due to his long legs. "Stretch your hands out above your head." My pet obeys
Walter's instructions immediately. His fingers just able to grip the opposite
edge of the table. The position stretches out the muscles in his back. Walter
trails his hands over my pet's back and fondles his pink bottom before
continuing. "You move and your ass will regret it for the next week." His
voice sounds ominous and even from my position across the room; I could see a
shiver pass through Fox's stretched out body.
It causes me to realize how turned on I am becoming. I can feel the wetness
pooling between my legs and fight the urge to stroke my nipples through my
thin dress. No matter how hard I try, I can never shake off my craving for
this man. I run my hands down my sides and soothe them down my legs before
standing to walk closer. Positioning myself up against the wall, I am now
close enough to watch both Walter standing behind him and Fox's terrified
face.
It is a beautiful sight. Walter is rubbing my pet's sore ass with the palms
of his hands, watching how Fox wiggles against the dark wooden table. Fox
whimpers and moans and I can tell by his face that he is fighting the
excitement and fear he must be feeling. One large hand dips down between my
pet's thighs and roughly spreads his legs even wider. Walter strokes his
fingers thoughtfully over the younger man's heavy balls and fingers the end
of the large plug that is firmly embedded in my pet's ass. Using his strong
fingers to grip it, he pulls the plug out with an audible pop accompanied by
Fox's soft cry. Placing the plug on the table, he turns to me with a knowing
grin.
"I doubt I'll need this Lea, but it was kind of you to think to prepare him
with it." Fox whimpers into the hard wood of the table and I can tell he
understands the full meaning of master's remark. I have to bite my lip to
keep my hysterical laughter at bay.
My hands have begun to wander down my body at the site of Walter preparing my
poor pet. Touching my hard nipples and squeezing then softly. I rest against
the wall and look at them through eyes that are now blurry with my sudden and
intense passion. My panties so wet that I quickly reach my hands under my
dress and pull them down and away from my swollen sex.
But Walter is a master of the first order and I know that he is not ready to
begin the discipline just yet.
"Fox," his voice is deceptively quiet and I can feel it washing over me
making me want to dip my fingers into my dripping sex, "you have caused your
mistress a great deal of embarrassment tonight by your actions." His hand
strokes up my pet's thighs softly and I can see Fox relaxing despite the
tension that hangs in the air like a fog. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
I can barely hear Fox's muffled reply of, "Yes sir."
Walter runs his hands up over Fox's ass and I can clearly see the huge bulge
in my Master's pants straining to be free. My mouth waters. "You have proven
yourself unworthy of her. You must redeem yourself. You must show your
mistress how sorry you are." I can hear Fox sniffling over his shame.
"Shhh" Walter shushes him and reaches up to stroke his hair. "It's all right
Mulder, Once again A.D. Skinner is here to help you. I will help you make
amends."