As he lay in bed the next morning, deliberating about what transpired the night before, he knew had to deal with this problem...she had to be punished...but how?
Tossing the blankets off his naked body, he fondled himself, slowly sliding his hand up and down his shaft; his eyes closed, remembering the scenes from the night before. Her scent...the taste of her juices flowing onto his tongue, and the tightness of her lingered in his mind.
At full staff now, he realized he didn't want to do this himself. He called for his trusted and oldest slave to perform her duties in a way only she could. Sliding her mouth up and down his engorged shaft, he laid back, closing his eyes, enjoying the sensations she was giving him.
Suddenly, he bolted up, almost causing the slave to choke. Opening his eyes wide, he exclaimed, "I have it...it's perfect." The slave, a look of confusion in her eyes, asked, "Master?" He whispered his plan to her. "But master, that's so cruel...has she scorned you that badly?" she asked.
"Hush, you little imp. This is what I want you to do." After he told her what she needed to do, she said, "Yes master," and walked out of the room, leaving him still hard.
The trusted slave, along with her favorite underlings, barged into the little slave's room, threw back her covers, dragging her naked body out of bed. Proceeding to cuff her hands, they lead her down the hall to the giant bathtub, where she was washed and shaved once again. This time, one of the others began to play with the her now very hard nub, rubbing it gently at first, then a little harder.
She was disgusted, but the more she was rubbed, the more aroused she became. As she closed her eyes, the oldest and most trusty slave dropped to her knees, taking her into her mouth, starting to suck on it...her legs shaking as she felt her orgasm approaching.
At that moment, the slave released her from her mouth, slapped her mound a little and said, "You bad thing you!" Drying her off, they lead her back down the hall to the masters play room, seating in a chair.
To her left were five men, all standing tall and toned, wearing only loin clothes to cover themselves. Some twenty feet away, three slave women were dressed in only white sheer gowns. To her right, the master lay on the bed, with two slave women, one on each side, stroking his massive erection, and kissing his nipples.
The master clapped his hands together for the show to begin. The first man in line walked over to the little slave girl, dropping his cloth...his massive member dangling in front of her face, demanding she take him in her mouth.
At first she was shocked, then realized that she should probably do as she was told. Putting her lips around him, she sucked it till it was very hard. Removing it from her mouth, he walked over and grabbed one of the slave women, removed her gown, laid her on the floor and rammed himself deep inside her.
The second of the men discarded his cloth as well, dropping to his knees, slowly licking the little slave girl, her juices already flowing. Tilting her head back, she enjoyed the sensations running through her body. Suddenly he stopped, looked her in the eye and smiled. Grabbing one of the other women, he forced her to suck him.
The little slave girl was at a loss, not knowing what to think at that point. There she was, sitting in the middle of the room, her juices flowing, watching men and women having sex, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Looking over at the master who had his hands full with the two slaves she pleaded with her eyes, then asked, "Master, permission to speak?" Raising his hand he glared, and said, "NO!."
Two of the men came over to her. They began fondling her breasts, gently at first, then pinching her nipples a little harder. They began to harden at their touch, as one of the men placed his member inside her mouth, sliding it in and out. Her juices flowed. She was going to cum without even being touched.
Moving away, they went over to the women still standing against the wall, each choosing one for themselves. One of them slid his member inside the slave girl's pussy, the other one grabbing some lube from a table and sliding his member into the woman's behind. Cringing at this sight, but intriguing at the same time, she stared in disbelief at all of the scenes in front of her.
Glancing over to the wall to the one last man...his cloth dropped. He was hung like a horse, so long and so big around. He stroked his hardness with gusto. The remaining woman knelt in front of him, opening her mouth just as the first of his juices began to flow.
As the little slave girl watched, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was pure torture she thought, as she glanced over at the master, a huge smile on his face. After observing this for two hours, she was about to go mad. He told everyone to leave...he'd had enough fun for one day and needed to rest.
The little slave girl was led out of the room and taken back to hers, uncuffed and let go. Contemplating fleeing, she knew it was futile to try. Laying on her bed, her naked body feeling more exposed than ever, she thought of all she had seen, and began playing with herself.
The door opened, and in walked the master. Taking one look at what she was doing, he smiled. She quickly removed her hand, but was told to put it back. Closing her eyes, she slid her finger up and down the opening...enjoying the feeling, and the idea that he was watching her. Moving to the bed he sat down, leaned over and placed his mouth on hers, giving her a kiss like she had never had before.
His hand moved hers out of the way and he slid his finger inside. Unable to control herself as the first wave of her orgasm hit, her eyes started to roll back in her head at the feeling. She knew in the bottom of her heart that he has caused this.
Bending over, he kissed her again. Holding her chin in his fingers, he looked her in the eye said, "It's against the rules for me to keep you as a slave...you see, a master may not love a slave. Either you leave free, or you may stay as my wife, but you may not be my slave." Kissing her once more, he stood up, and walked out of the room.
She didn't know what to think...he loved her...this much she knew, but what to do...she knew the answer.
Climbing off the bed, she went down the hall to his room and opened the door. Laying beside him on the bed, she put her head on his chest, and said, "Goodnight darling."
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