Chapter One, Part Five
Three days.
Seventy-two hours.
Four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes.
Delilah lay in her bed, the heat of the summer making her skin damp and her rest impossible. She looked at the digital clock on her bedside table and watched as the display changed. It was now one minute after nine in the evening. Four thousand, three hundred and twenty one minutes since she had met Samuel at the museum. 4321 minutes since he�d told her Elise would contact her soon� the wait was dreadful�In those three days, only one thought had run through her mind. �Oh dear god? Why hasn�t Elise contacted me?� and �Oh dear God� Please don�t let Elise contact me.�
Flashes of Samuel�s and Elise�s faces crossed her fevered mind and she moaned piteously. Oh, how she craved them, the beautiful pair, and she looked to her bedside table... she knew the upper drawer contained the photo of Samuel and Elise, naked and engaged in �sixty-nine� was there� as well as the note that had accompanied it
�Miss Delilah,
�Samuel and I are so pleased you have chosen to become our toy� I will notify you very soon of all the details. Make sure you are really ready for this, Miss Delilah.�
It had been signed. �Mistress Elise�, and this was what sent her into wild moments of longing coupled with wild moments of fear. Delilah was desperate to feel those hands on her body� to be mastered� to be wanted� to be a possession� her hands buried in her pussy, she came, a small orgasm that was hardly satisfying.
She threw herself back on the bed and let her imagination take over�
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�You�ve been very bad, Miss Delilah.� Samuel�s low voiced whispered across the room and she shivered. She was in trouble� mmm. She twisted on the bed; her hands bound together at the wrists, then tied with a short cord to the iron bedstead, her legs spread apart, ankles bound to the bedposts at her feet.
�You came without permission, didn�t you, Miss Delilah? You made yourself cum, and tried to hide the scent.� Elise emerged from the shadows and joined Samuel at the foot of the bed. Delilah moaned. If Samuel and Elise were both here, she was in a great deal of trouble.
A crop snapped down and landed on Delilah�s right inner thigh and she screamed, even as the pain aroused her beyond belief.
�Answer me!� Elise said sternly.
�Yes, Elise,� Delilah murmured, purposely answering wrong to invoke more punishment� the pain was excruciating, but so pleasurable. She was not disappointed� the crop cut through the air and struck her left inner thigh, and Delilah screamed again. Oooh� she felt wetness slide from her pussy and coat her ass.
�You are not to call me Elise, Delilah. I am your mistress, and Samuel is your master. You know you are to address us as such. Now, answer properly, or we will leave you here, bound and craving release, like the little slut you are.�
�Yes Mistress, I came without your permission, or my master�s,� Delilah said meekly but clearly� this wonderful torture had to continue.
The crop swished through the air, but stopped short of striking her across her breasts. Delilah choked back a whimper� the teasing was terrible, but the reward was always so good.
�Good girl. Now you know you must be punished, right Delilah?�
�Yes mistress, I must be punished.�
�Because you were very bad.�
�Yes, mistress.� Delilah shivered. There was none of the usual playfulness in her mistress� voice.
�Why was it bad for you to make yourself cum, Delilah?� Delilah was caught off guard by this question. She had no idea how to answer� she had been bad, she knew that, but why it was bad was not something she had considered.
�I don�t understand, mistress.� The crop tore through the air, and landed on the undersides of her breasts. The pain almost outweighed the pleasure, and Delilah made to scream again, but a rough hand, her master�s hand, clapped across her mouth, stopping the noise.
�Come now, Miss Delilah.� Her master�s rough/smooth voice flowed into her ear. �You�re acting very childish. It�s a simple question. Why was your cum bad?�
�I don�t know, master.� Her master�s rough hand was cradling her right breast. At her answer, he slapped it, hitting the nipple, bringing tears to her eyes, even as a moan came to her lips.
�I shall make it more simple then, Delilah. Who do you belong too?�
�You, master, and my mistress.� Delilah replied, a hitch in her voice.
�That�s right. You belong to us, Delilah; you�re a toy, our favourite toy, but a toy nonetheless. You are not allowed to do anything without our express permission. We�ve spoiled you terribly, I know. You like the pain, and it gives us such pleasure to watch you scream and cum, so we often let you have release� that was a bad idea. It has made you believe you can do as you like, cum without our permission��
�May I ask how I will be punished, master?�
The crop whistled through the air and landed across her pubic bone. Delilah sucked in a breath quickly, trying to avoid the scream� a hit there always hurt, but they had conditioned her body to enjoy it, so her nipples tightened and more fluid gushed from her, soaking the sheet
�You are not to question us, slut! Do you believe our punishment will be unfair?� Mistress was truly angry now.
�No mistress, I beg your forgiveness�
�As you should, slut. But I am not interested in hearing your impudent voice.� Mistress straddled Delilah�s face. �Beg in a way I can truly enjoy.�
Delilah stuck out her tongue and began flicking her mistress� clit, making her moan softly and grip Delilah�s hair. Delilah stopped flicking and circled the other woman�s clit. Mistress liked the methods she, Delilah, used on her clit to vary. The inability to guess what would happen next made the pleasure more intense. This could take awhile, though; Mistress had trouble becoming aroused without the dual sensations of licking and penetration, and Delilah�s hands were bound.
She dipped her tongue down and encountered� fingers? Of course. Master was still in the room. He had three fingers buried in Mistress�s pussy and was moving them slowly in and out. Delilah licked at his fingers for a moment, relishing the taste, She then moved back to Mistress� clit, gently rubbing it, keeping her mouth open so she can feel her Master�s rhythm and match her tempo to his. He moved faster and faster then suddenly stopped, and she knew he was stroking Mistress; g-spot. Delilah responded by sucking the other woman�s entire clit into her mouth and biting down gently. Mistress came with a scream.
Master slipped his fingers out of Mistress and a gush of fluid slid onto Delilah�s face as Mistress collapsed beside her on the bed. Master licked Delilah�s cheek roughly.
�Mmm� Elise, you taste divine,� he purred as he moved to kiss Mistress. They began stroking each other, Mistress feeble at first, then with more strength as she recovered.
�Get up, Elise, and stroke me� Master ordered roughly, and Elise quickly stood. Delilah realized Master was the main dominant tonight; they often changed roles.
Mistress reached down and stroked Master�s slowly hardening cock. He roughly pushed her to her knees, and Mistress began placing little nibbling kisses all along the shaft, before encircling the head and gently sucking as she continued stroking with her left hand as her right played with Master�s balls. Master began pumping into Mistress� mouth, his movements growing less coordinated as he became more aroused. He fisted his hands in Mistress hair and pulled out, yanking her head back.
�Jerk me off on the toy�s face, Elise.� Mistress held his cock firmly, pointed it towards Delilah�s face, gave two sharp strokes, ands Master came on her face. Delilah kept her eyes open but averted from Master�s eyes, as she had been taught. She wanted to remain subservient.
�Good job Elise. Now clean the toy up. It�s time for her punishment.�
Delilah shivered. Punishment. She both craved and feared it. They did indeed let her cum with every punishment, but sometimes the punishments hurt, even if it was in a pleasurable way.
A flurry of sharp slaps hit her breasts, and Delilah whimpered as the soft flesh, already bruised from the crop, turned pink, then bright red.
�Mmm� I love how easily her flesh reddens. She bruises so nicely.� Master was purring in contentment. �Elise� get the pretty clamps.�
Elise hurried to a box by the foot of the bed and pulled out a y shaped gold chain.
�Put them on her.� Elise moved beside her and attached a clamp to each of her nipples, then dragged the longer end of the chain down Delilah�s belly before attaching the last clamp to her clit. She arched her back and hissed. Elise slapped her stomach.
�Be still, slut.�
�Shall we attach weights to them, Elise?�
�Oh, no� she enjoys them far too much.�
�Right, and we are punishing her� no go. Turn her over and put her on her knees, Elise.�
Mistress untied her ankles and turned her over. Another sharp slap on her ass made her brace herself on her forearms and tuck her knees underneath her. Her ankles were retied with a little more slack in them.
Master handed Mistress the crop. She took it, adjusted her grip, then began moving it back and forth between Delilah�s spread thighs, hitting each side sharply. Delilah sobbed as the pleasure grew.
�Do not cum!!� her Master ordered sharply. Delilah grew more and more aroused� she was in the early throes now� she vainly tried to hold the pleasure back, but couldn�t� she had cum without permission again�
�Oh my, you are in real trouble now girl�� the voices seemed so far away.
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Delilah�s back arched off the bed as she came hard, screaming and convulsing, the fingers of one hand buried deep in her pussy as the other pinched her clit hard. When she calmed, she glanced at the clock. Ten o�clock pm. She rolled over and whimpered. Four thousand, three hundred and eighty minutes� where were her Master and Mistress?
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Elise rode Samuel cowboy style as she looked through Delilah�s window with a high-powered telescope in their hotel room. As Delilah screamed, so did Elise, the muscles in her sheath squeezing Samuel so tightly he groaned in pain and came as well.
�Samuel, she�s perfect,� Elise said between gasps of breath. �I�ll approach her tomorrow.�
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