Entrapment

Entrapment
Written by D

Chapter 1.

It had been nearly ten years since the formation of the Compass Rose. A group of high-powered individuals, who had been Masters for many years, had formed a close knit group, they had continued throughout the last decade to follow the traditions and rules of their society. The Compass Rose took its name from the notion that its Masters hailed from the cardinal points of the compass. The four cardinal points North, South, East and West was governed by a Master of The First Order. They each represented the Master’s from their quadrant of the Compass Rose.

Damien Moreau was Master of the First Order for the South. He had lived in France for the past twenty-five years, his family history held its origins in the Medieval Bastide town of Beynac. The family Chateau was an imposing site, sitting high on a rocky outcrop and looking down on the Dordogne River. The Chateau de Beynac had a long and colourful history. Many a battle had been fought, won and lost in its earlier days, more modern times had seen the Chateau host many a Masquerade ball over the years. The members of the Compass Rose enjoying the hospitality of the great ballroom, ancient secret rooms and Dungeons. Damien, now 45yrs old had married some two years earlier. Kyla was ten years his junior and had at the beginning of their relationship professed her interest in the ‘Compass Rose’, but ever since their marriage two years ago, she had shown very little enthusiasm for serving Damien. At every opportunity she had made excuse after excuse why she didn’t want to, or couldn’t take on her role as Damien’s slave.

Her attitude towards him, and the Château staff had become increasingly annoying, rude and intolerable. She treated those around her with an air of indifference and snobbery. Not at all like the Kyla he had met and married two years previous. Damien’s fellow quadrant Masters were visiting him, to discuss the forthcoming decade celebration of the Compass Rose. At the time of their visit to Château Beynac, Kyla was away on one of her many shopping trips, and would not be back until the following day. This was not a good start to the planning of the celebration, as the Masters would expect Kyla to play the dutiful hostess, wife and slave. A role Damien had also expected her to play. He felt aggrieved by her absence and decided that this was the last time she would embarrass him by her non-attendance to any future meeting or gathering of the Compass Rose.

The men were comfortable in each others company but Damien knew they had issues they needed to discuss with him, issues that centred mainly on Kyla. Her repeated failure to serve Damien had caught their attention and all voiced an opinion on the matter. Master Richard who led the North Quadrant turned and spoke directly to Damien “It is paramount that Kyla should be reigned in and taught our ways. She must abide by our code and rules. And taught the error of her ways, and if necessary taught harshly” he said. The other Master’s agreed and looked towards Damien for his thoughts.

He confided in them that for the past few months it had been all he could think about, admitting he had become increasingly impatient and frustrated, mainly with himself, in allowing Kyla to go against his better judgment. He had given her time to come around to his way of thinking, and the way he envisaged they should live their lives. But not any more he decided, the time for playing games was over. He had been charged with the planning and hosting of the Compass Masquerade ball. A grand affair that would see Château Beynac transformed. Its great ballroom and dungeons would once again come to life and be used for the purpose it was built for. He knew that Kyla would revel in her role as his wife and ‘mistress’ of the Château, and loved dressing up for such an occasion. That would be her downfall; he now knew how he could make her take her place, and serve him as the obedient and dutiful slave she should be.

A few nights ago when Kyla was having one of her many ‘early nights’ Damien had found himself watching a remake of the film ‘The man in the iron mask’ an idea had sparked then, and he smiled to himself as the scenario unfolded in his mind. He knew, with the help of his fellow Masters a way in which he could ensnare his unwilling wife into a life of servitude. The thought thrilled him, not only would she have to succumb to his will, but she would taught humility and come to know her place within his household.

As the masters took a pre dinner drink, he told them of his plan. They listened intently to him, by the time Damien had finished telling them of his scheme, they each knew the role they would play in Kyla’s fall from grace. The masquerade ball was two days away; the Masters and their slaves would occupy all the rooms in the chateau. Kyla had already spent a small fortune on her costume and hand made Venetian mask, Damien was happy to let her carry on with her extravagant spending. He knew that within the very near future, she would be begging to come home and take her rightful palace as his slave. Her need for designer clothes, makeup and jewellery would be overridden by her need to serve and obey Damien without question.

It was agreed that Master Luiz who was Master of the First Order for the East, would be the first to take Kyla from the Chateau. His home was high in the Monchique Mountains in Portugal. Once there Kyla would not be allowed to leave until she had satisfied Master Luiz, that she had learnt all the lessons that he would take pride in teaching her. After Portugal Master Richard would continue her training. He was Master of The First Order for the North. He owned an old rambling farmhouse with numerous old barns and stables and had lived in the heart of England his whole adult life. His methods of training slaves, especially unruly ones, was well renowned amongst the membership of the Compass Rose. Finally, she would be taken to Master Karl in Immenstadt Bavaria. He was the Master of the First order for the West, and it was here that she would be made to serve not only Master Luiz, but all the Masters of the Western quadrant of the Compass Rose. If she failed this initiation she would not be allowed to return to her Husband and Master, Damien Moreau. But instead would be divorced form her marriage and cast aside without a penny to her name. Harsh in the extreme but Damien, even though he loved kyla, would no longer tolerate the situation he had found himself in.

So the deception was agreed upon, it would take place during the Masquerade ball. Kyla would be given a choice, she could agree to Damien’s terms or she could leave the Chateau for good. Now all that was left do, was to decide on Damien’s masquerade costume. At first he had thought of the Louis XIV, or Philippe his imprisoned twin, but he decided that his character was more in keeping with D’Artagnan. Master Luiz would act as his double for the night, therefore would not be accompanied by his slave for the ball. With all the arrangements now in place, the Masters looked forward to dinner, later they would make good use of the Chateau’s dungeons, their slaves already knew what was expected of them and they were more than happy to serve their Masters. Unlike kyla. But then Kyla’s life was about to change dramatically.

Doppelganger
Chapter Two

Kyla wasn’t a bad person, her behaviour over the past two years was out of character for her, but before she could stop herself, she found that she had been swept along in the tide of another life. She realised that money and material things were now accessible to her, and she had gone overboard with the status afforded her at the Chateau. Damien had refused her nothing, and she realised now she had taken it all freely. Yet, she felt something wasn’t right. In the early days Damien had talked about, and introduced her to the members of the Compass Rose. She had explored some aspects of the Master and slave relationship, but soon after her marriage she had backed off from any further exploration of this side of her personality. She knew why she had put up barriers to Damien; it was because she was found the whole concept too exciting. She had given control of herself to Damien and loved it, but she couldn’t pursue this lifestyle. The reason she gave herself time and time again was this. If she embraced this role and way of life, she was convinced that Damien would lose his respect and love for her. Her position in the household would become untenable and she just couldn’t let that happen. So she had decided to bury these feelings deep inside of her, not realising that she was pushing Damien away in the process.

She couldn’t wait for the Masquerade ball it was a chance to dress up and for one night, adopt the persona of someone else. Her costume had been delivered over a week ago, but her mask had to be picked up from the maker in person. He had insisted that his ‘work of art’ should be tried on first, in order that any adjustments could be made to it whilst ‘Madame’ was there. Damien had said that she could spend what she wanted, she felt now looking down at the mask that she had spent far too much. The mask itself was simple in its design, a white satin eye mask, inlaid with tiny rubies and mother of pearl. A small plume of black feathers decorated the centre of the mask. And at their core, the most perfect diamond sat proud of the feathers. It was beautiful, but now Kyla felt guilty at her extravagance.

Her costume however was in stark contrast to her mask; she has decided to go to the ball as Nell Gwynne the mistress of Charles II. Ironically King Charles was the cousin to Louis X1V of France, and the subject of Damien’s subterfuge.

The night of the Masquerade ball arrived and all its guests had been welcomed to the Chateau, some had arrived the day before, but the majority had come during the early afternoon. Chateau Beynac was alive with the atmosphere and Kyla could also see a change in Damien, he was uplifted but calm and purposeful, and together they had gone to their room to get ready for the nights function. “Damien, I’m coming out of my dressing room now, cover your eyes I want to surprise you” Kyla said excitedly. Covering his eyes as she had asked him to do, he was taken aback when he lowered his hands down to look at Kyla’s costume. The first thing he noticed was how her breasts were ‘just begging to be freed from the corset that held them captive’ her small waist, looked even smaller that he had remembered it being. She looked beautiful and every bit the mistress and whore he would one day have her become. He almost wanted to call off the deception, take her right here and now and make her conform to his way, but he knew she would revert to type the next day. No, he would stick to his plan and train her properly.

One look at Damien made Kyla blush. She put her hand to her mouth and said “God, you look great, what a costume, my own Musketeer and your mask it’s really” it’s what, Kyla?” quizzed Damien “Its really horny, really exciting” she said quietly blushing. The Mask covered his entire face, the costume and large hat finished off by the Rapier which hung from his side, she looked silently at him, and in a moment of stillness, wished he would force her down, and take her so roughly as to make her cry out. Her thoughts were interrupted by Damien “Shall we tend to our guests my little Nell” he said with an ironic smile. Kyla slipped her hand into Damien’s arm. But he removed it, turned towards her and said “Tonight we are going to play a little game” his hand gently cupping her breast and squeezing it. ” I want you to follow behind me, after all you are dressed as a Mistress aren’t you, I will send you little messages throughout the night, I want you to read them and do as I ask, will you do that Kyla?” Excited by Damien’s touch and the ambiance of the occasion she readily agreed to his request. “Good, now follow me down stairs to greet the Masters and slaves. Kyla for the first time in her marriage to Damien follows behind him.

The ballroom was full of their guests by the time they made their entrance. The costumes ranged from Roman to Risqué, from film to historical characters. The music sultry and the mood distinctly erotic. Even Kyla was taken aback by the ambience of the scene. As the night progressed Damien had excused himself from her, only to return minutes later, either with a cocktail or a canapé. At one point she found herself just watching people dancing, from across the room one of the waiters made his way over to her, a silver tray held high above his head as he made his way through the guests. “The gentleman over there asked that I give you this note” he said pointing to were the man dressed as D’Artagnan stood talking to a group of Master’s. Kyla thanked him, took the note and looked to over to Damien. He turned and just nodded his head at her. The note was folded in half, and when she read it simply said

“Go and remove your underwear, my little whore, when you return we shall dance” D.

At first she felt annoyed being called a whore, but the feeling soon gave way and was replaced by one of excitement. Head held high she made her way to the ladies to carry out the instructions in the note. As she re- entered the ballroom, Damien was waiting for her. Walking over towards her, he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. Pulling her tightly into him they start to move slowly to the music. Even through the petticoats of her costume she could feel his erection pushing into her. Her face starting to flush she put her hand up to his face, the mask covered any expression he may have shown. The face that looked down at her still held the same look as it had done all evening. He touched her breasts, stroking his fingers across them, pulling her into his groin as he did so. Kyla, for once wasn’t preoccupied by what the guests may be thinking of her, she was falling into the moment. She had never felt so aroused; she was wet and longed, just longed to have Damien inside her. Suddenly, he broke away. Taking her arm, he almost dragged her out of the ballroom and headed toward the old library.

His grip never lessened on her arm. When they are both in the room he turns around and shuts the door. The only light in the Library comes from his old reading lamp, which sits on a desk in the far corner of the room. In the centre of the room is his beloved Captains Desk. Pulling her towards it he positions her so that her back is to the edge of the table. Kyla is breathing hard, but gasps as Damien removes the Rapier in front of her and rests the blade menacingly in her cleavage. Putting the sword down on the table her leans into Kyla and rips the bodice of her dress, at the same time her breasts are in his hands and he squeezes them so tight, that she cries out. His masked expression never changes as her twists her around and forces her to bend over the desk. His movements swift as her skirts are unceremoniously lifted above her waist. Having removed her underwear earlier, there is no barrier between them both, and he knows that. He wastes no time in taking what he wants from her and fucks her so hard that she starts to climax almost immediately. Her moans and cries are matched only by his thrusting, her back arching as she senses he is ready to cum. As he releases into her, the doors of the Library burst open, Kyla’s eyes catch sight of a man dressed exactly like Damien, the mask, the costume and the rapier. As the man inside her still holds her hips firmly, the man at the door removes his mask. “Damien, oh my God no, please I thought it was you” was all Kyla could say as she looked into Damien’s eyes and noticed the smile that crossed his lips.

“I leave you for one minute, and this is how you repay me, fucking over my desk by a man you barely know, and in my house. You’re a whore Kyla and shall be treated as such” he shouted at her across the room. With one hand Damien found the wall light and flicked the switch. The Library was suddenly bathed in bright light, Kyla had already started to sob, but was stopped in her tracks when she realised that they had not been alone in the library. Two of the four Chesterfields’ were occupied by Master’s, Masters of the first order who were now looking directly at Kyla.

The man who had just fucked Kyla pulled away from her, leaving her skirts over her waist. He walked around to Damien, removed his mask, it was then that Kyla recognised him as Master Luiz her head dropped in total desperation as she watched both men shake hands. Kyla started to pull her skirts down when Damien shouted at her “leave them alone, and don’t you dare move, I haven’t finished with you yet” she didn’t move in case she angered him further but kept her head lowered to the table, her heart pounding. The shame filled her as Damien slowly walked towards the desk, and came to stand behind her. “Kyla, Kyla what am I to do with you. You are wet with another’s Master’s cum, have you no shame at all?” he asked her. Lifting her head she begged him to let her pull her skirts down. He flatly refused saying that all the Masters should bear witness to her adultery and decide what should be done with her. After they had viewed her and passed comment on what should be done, Damien issued her with his ultimatum.

“You will leave the Chateau now, I will start divorce proceedings immediately, and having committed adultery to which there are several witnesses, you will be entitled to nothing of mine Kyla, absolutely nothing” Kyla cried out to Damien “No, please Damien, I love you, I really thought it was you, I would never betray you, you have to believe me, please don’t sent me away, I’ll do anything, please” Damien tells her to pull her dress down and kneel in front of him. She is quick to do as he asks and waits for him to speak again. “There is a way you could redeem yourself Kyla” he said looking down at her. “Yes anything, please Damien I will do anything” Walking around her he tells her that in order for her to remain married to him she must go with the other Masters of the Compass Rose. Each one of the Masters has their own way of training a slave. She will spend time in each of their houses, and will be passed on to the next Master only when they are satisfied with her progress.

The final part of her training will rest with Damien, if she doesn’t please him on her return, then she will have no place with him or in the Château.” when the Masters have finished with you, I expect you to serve me as my loyal obedient slave and my whore. And I will use you as the latter many many times Kyla, understand that.” he said. Kyla held her mouth open in total disbelief at what Damien had just said to her. She looked at the Master’s; she knew each had their own reputation, their own way of training slaves. One of the Masters in particular she feared, Master Richard was well known even to Kyla for his harsh training methods. “I don’t have time to waste, waiting on your decision Kyla, this is my game, my rules” he said as he headed for the door. Almost scrabbling to get to him, Kyla manages to take hold of his arm, “Please Damien, I don’t want to leave, I will do as you ask, please forgive me”. Turning towards her he says “Forgiveness is a long way off Kyla, and from now on you will only ever call me Master, your belongings are already packed, you will leave with Master Luiz first thing in the morning.” Damien walks away leaving Kyla standing motionless. From behind a hand takes hold of her neck. The voice of Master Luiz invades her thoughts, go to your room and sleep, you will have a long day tomorrow, oh and Kyla, do not wash my cum from you, let it stay there as a reminder to what you have just done, and what you will become.”

Kyla walks away form the Masquerade Ball and up to her room, when she reaches it, one of the servants is stood outside blocking her entrance. He hands Kyla a note. She takes it from him; her eyes fill with tears as she reads it.

“Kyla your place is in the servant’s quarters, you will sleep there tonight “. Master

Kyla folds the note, looking up at the man she says “Please show me where I am to sleep tonight” He nods his head and simply says “follow me” The last thing Kyla hears as she enters the tiny room is the lock being turned in the door.

Master Luiz
Chapter 3

Kyla was already awake when Damien and Master Luiz unlocked the door and entered the room. She threw her arms around Damien’s neck, “Please Master, please change your mind, let me stay here you can train me, please don’t sent me away” she said pleadingly. Taking hold of both of her arms from around his neck he said “I want you to be taught in such a way that you will never forget who you serve, I have always been your Master, but your behaviour needs to be tamed and that exactly what’s going to happen, the Masters will report your progress to me, they will use you as they see fit, except for one thing. Your arse will be saved for me; nobody will use it except me.” Bending down he kisses her before handing her over to Master Luiz.

Reluctantly Kyla goes to stand next to Master Luiz; ignoring her he shakes hands with Damien. “We will see you soon, and you are still comfortable with me putting my mark on her?” he says to Damien as if Kyla was an invisible to both of them. “Yes, do what we agreed; she is yours until Master Richard takes her”. Damien replies. Leaving the Chateau fills Kyla with sadness, she knows that Damien is determined that she will only be allowed to return to him, when all three Masters have agreed she is ready and willing to serve him as his slave and whore.

By Mid Afternoon they had landed at Faro airport, the drive into the Monchique Mountains would take a further hour and a half. They had been picked up at the airport by a large black Mercedes, its windows blacked out to any onlookers. Kyla was ushered into the back seat and told to lie face down; before Master Luiz took his place in the front he had joined her in the back. “Take off your all your clothes” he said, before he bound her hands and feet together, then blindfolded her. The ties were not too tight but enough to render her immobile. She was on the verge of panicking when he spoke calmly to her. ” This will be the first of many times you are bound in one way or another, so try and get used to it.” He said. Then instead of taking his place in the front he changed his mind. “I think I will keep you company Kyla” he said, positioning himself so that Kyla’s head rests on his lap. At the same time instructing the driver to take them home. It wasn’t long before his hands were exploring her body, as he toyed with her nipples, she feels him growing hard against her face. “I have a treat in store for your nipples Kyla, it will be my mark on you, one you will not be able to remove” Kyla didn’t respond to him, but knew that whatever he had planned for her had made him grow even harder. Her heart rate quickened as she heard his zip being pulled down. Stroking her face he tells her to taste and lick him. “You will suck me later, but for now you will just lick me Kyla” at first she doesn’t do as he tells her. He responds by pulling her head backwards by her hair “Kyla don’t be shy, we know each other well enough, after all you were keen to have me fuck you last night, now do as you are told, open your mouth and taste me” he says gently pushing her face into his waiting erection. If it wasn’t for the blindfold, she would have seen that Master Luiz had put his head back on the head rest and had his eyes closed, if she could have read his thoughts, she would have known what he was planning do to her when they reached his home.

When they finally reached the Villa, it was late afternoon. Master Luiz gets out of the car, turns to the driver and tells him to untie Kyla and take her to the cellar. She begs the driver to let her have her clothes back, but he answers her in Portuguese and ignores her request. She knows he understands English and mutters a comment about him, under her breath. The air is decidedly colder in the mountains and her skin is cooled by the chill in the air, her nipples stand erect and she shivers as he makes her follow him down to the cellar.

The walls of the cellar are white washed and clean but the room is freezing cold and she wraps her arms around herself to keep warm. “Put your arms down by your sides, I want to inspect your breasts and nipples” Master Luiz’s voice echoes around the walls of the cellar. Kyla nearly jumps out of her skin “No I wont I’m freezing give me something to wear first” she says to him, realising that she has just committed a terrible wrong. She backs away from him. “Do you see this?” he said, showing Kyla the palm of his large hand, “yes” she said. Then undoing his belt he pulls it free from his trousers, the buckle in his hand and the rest of the belt hanging by his side.” I only ever use my hand or my belt to punish my slaves, which one do you want?” he says walking towards her. “I don’t want either, I want to go home” she says turning from him and looking for a way out of the cellar.

The sound of the belt hitting the wall stops her in her tracks. “Answer the question, which one do you want?” he repeats. Kyla answers without facing him and quietly says “Your hand” she doesn’t have time to protest before the belt is struck across the cheeks of her bare bottom. Yelling out she cries, “I said your hand, not the belt” rubbing her bottom at the same time. “So you did, I gave you a choice and you chose the easier option, you CHOSE to say No, you CHOSE to turn your back on me, and you CHOSE not to address me as Master. Therefore I CHOOSE to use my belt.” Again he struck her bottom, Kyla moved towards him “Master stop please, I’m sorry please don’t hit me again” she pleads. Walking around her he tells her that it is Damien’s wish she should be trained by the Masters, each one of them having their own distinctive way of training, each one wanting something different from their slave. You’re Master he tells her, wants you as his wife and obedient slave, but he also wants you as his whore. Only when you can serve cock, all cock that is, will you be what he wants. His words made her eyes widen, “I can’t be like that” she tells him.

Taking hold of her and squeezing her breasts roughly he says “Kyla, you are already like that, you are here aren’t you? I have already fucked you haven’t I? And if I am not mistaken you enjoyed my cock inside you.” His words made her push against him, “you tricked me, I thought it was Damien.” She almost shouted. “Damien or not you wanted cock inside you, didn’t you, didn’t you” he repeated himself. As his hand delved between her legs. A smile formed across his mouth as he felt how wet she was. “Now I will put my mark on you Kyla”. Stepping back from her he leads her to the centre of the room, ties her hands together. Lowering a bar from the ceiling he attaches her wrists to it and pulls them above her head, her torso stretched and her breasts are pushed out to meet his gaze. Taking each breast in turn he binds them in such a way that the areolas are spread as wide as they will go. Leaving her for a minute he returns with a tray covered with a black silk cloth. “Your nipples are far to light in colour for my liking, I won’t them darker, much darker.” She looks on in disbelief at the black ink he has in a silver inkwell, the brush is so fine that she barely feels it as bit by bit he darkens her nipples and areolas to suit his own tastes.

For an hour he diligently works on her, and eventually when he is finished he comments how pleased he is with them. “That’s much better Kyla, now before you go to bed, you will finish what we started in the car” lowering her hands down, he tells her to kneel before him. “Tell me what you are Kyla” he asks her as he frees his erection from his trousers, his legs apart he towers above her. Reluctantly she says the words he wants to hear “I’m a whore Master” he smiles at her as he guides his cock into her mouth. “Yes you are Kyla, and for now you belong to me, your mouth is mine and I will fuck It.” and he did.

When he was finished with her, she felt like the whore he had wanted her to be. ‘Why does Damien want me like this? She thought to herself not understanding why it was so important to him that she behave in this way. As if reading her mind Master Luiz took Kyla by the hand and helped her to her feet. “You will come to enjoy the role your Master wants you to adopt, it will become natural to you, to want to please and serve him.” he said, leading her out of the cellar and up to the main house. After she had eaten he told her what he expected of her over the next few days. Master Luiz owned a very exclusive Gentleman’s Club, during the day and into the evening the Members of the club would come and enjoy the hospitality that was on offer to them. This ranged form exotic dancers to private burlesque striptease and any personal attention that the gentleman may require. He went on to say that as from tomorrow Kyla would be taken to work at the club, she was to entertain the Gentleman in any way they wanted, except for one. He told her that none of the Gentleman would attempt to fuck her, as this right was reserved for him and had been agreed to by her Master. But she would be expected to give herself in all other ways and what’s more he added “I want to see that you are enjoying the attention” By way of gratitude the gentleman may give you money, which you will keep displayed in your stockings or g-strings. “You’re turning me into a prostitute” she said to him. To which he replied that all the money she earned would later go to local charities, but there was a catch. “Until you have earned the sum of 500 euro in one day, you will not move on from here. So Kyla, you will need work hard to earn that amount of money, for far too long you have been provided for in every way, its now payback time” he said leaning forward and pinching her nipples hard. “Now off to bed, you will need your beauty sleep, you have a long week ahead of you”.

The next day she was taken to the Exclusive club, it was not far from the Master’s house. Inside the décor was plush and expensive. Kyla noticed that there was a distinct lack of other woman in the club. Master Luiz has informed her that she would be the only one in attendance during the week. The gentlemen who arrive throughout the day knew that, they knew she was being trained for her Master, and even though they weren’t Masters themselves they enjoyed being part of that training or “breaking in” as they called it. She was shown the dressing room which had every conceivable costume, lingerie and underwear you could imagine. She was allowed to use any items she wanted, to please and entertain the Gentlemen of the club.

The first three days were awkward and Kyla had come away feeling that she would never be the whore and slave that Damien wanted her to be. The most she had made had been 250 Euros, and at this rate she would never pass the test that had been set for her. She had been groped and inspected by some of the men, and others had only wanted her to suck them, she had felt nothing for them or any excitement in doing what she had been asked to do.

The fourth day was different though, something changed inside Kyla, something had happened and a side of her she didn’t know was there came to the fore.
She had gone to the club much later than usual; the only person in the club had been the barman who she knew was gay, and Master Luiz who had gone to another room. The centre stage was bathed in a warm glow and music was already filling the room. She hadn’t heard it before but started to move slowly to its slow sexy rhythm. Looking around again to see if she was still alone, she made her way onto the stage. And there in the low light she found the stripper and whore that was buried inside her. It wasn’t long before she was removing the small amount of clothes she had on. The music and the thrill of what she was doing was making her feel very aroused, looking down at her erect dark nipples she touches them teasingly. A single wooden chair was the only other thing on the stage; Kyla moved slowly over to it and used it like a burlesque dancer would. Sitting on it she let her legs open, she was naked except for her stiletto heels.

The music seemed to grow louder, but she didn’t mind, with one hand she teased her nipples, with the other she found her clitoris. Putting her head back she was oblivious to the fact that Master Luiz was now stating on the stage with her, in his hand he held a large dildo. “That’s beautiful Kyla, now you will use this dildo for the gentleman sitting opposite you; he wants to see you take it all Kyla. Please him and you please me” he said. Although Kyla was shocked that she had just been watched by both men, she felt even more aroused by her situation. And the thought of using the dildo in front of them turned her on even more. Taking it from Master Luiz, she positioned it in such a way that it could be seen going in and out of her. Then the man brought his chair closer to the stage, she was performing this for him, and he would tell her how much and how quickly she was to use the dildo. His English was good enough for her to understand and soon he had her using the dildo to its full capacity, ordering her not to stop, he walks on to the stage. She now sees that he is much older than he sounds, but she doesn’t care, she almost orgasms when he stands in front of her and tells her suck him, while she still takes the dildo inside her. Kyla sucks him until he fills her mouth, his fingers squeezing her breasts as he finally finishes with her. She has held off her own orgasm, wanting to make sure that the gentleman is pleasured first. With the Dildo still inside her she starts to move on it again. “Stop Kyla, stay still” Master Luiz instructed her.

The old gentleman holds out his hand and bids her to stand and follow him of the stage, she does and he tells to make her way down to the table where he had been sitting. Master Luiz steps out of the shadows and taking hold of Kyla he bends her over the table. Turing his attention to the gentleman he invites him to sit down and pours him a glass of champagne. “Did you enjoy her?” he asks the man “she was lovely, now I would like to see her being fucked as we agreed “he said to Master Luiz. Kyla knew what would happen next, but she wasn’t prepared for how hard and fast he would take her. She let out a deep moan as Master Luiz pushes into her. The gentleman sits to her side; he wants her to look at him the whole time she is being fucked, watching her facial expressions change as she feels the cock of Master Luiz once again inside her. He watches her being taken as he drinks his expensive champagne.

When Master Luiz has had his fill of Kyla, she is left panting, her insides feel as though they are on fire with arousal, but he curtly tells her stay in the same position and remain still. He joins the other man for a drink, and they discussed her body and how she had performed for them. Kyla stayed quiet and didn’t move, other men were starting to arrive at the club and each one would stop and take a look at her, speaking in Portuguese to Master Luiz. She had no idea what they were saying and she didn’t care. The old Gentleman suddenly stood up and leaning over to Kyla he kissed her cheek and layed a piece of paper down on the table. Kyla looked at it and then recognised it for what it was. A 500 euro note. A smile crossed her lips, ‘she had done it, Damien would be so pleased with her’ she thought. That night she was taken back to the house, tomorrow you will leave here and go with Master Richard to England. But before that happens you will spend the night in service to me, Master Luiz had informed her. She served him until the early hours of the morning, until finally he let her sleep.

Master Richard
Chapter 4

The next day Kyla was driven to the airport, she had stood before Master Luiz before she left the villa, he had inspected her and made her remove her underwear, saying that Master Richard would be very angry if she wasn’t properly dressed when she met him. Before seeing her to the car he had bent her over the large dining table and taken her again, telling her not to wipe any traces of him away until Master Richard had given her permission to do so. He also gave her a letter which had been secured with the wax seal of the Compass Rose. “You are to give this to Master Richard, do not open it Kyla it is not for your eyes. “He said bending down to kiss her forehead. It seemed that Master Richard would be waiting for her at the airport. She was instructed not to talk to the driver but to remain silent until she had met her next Master.

Kyla was happy to keep quiet, it had given her time to think about what she had done this past week since leaving Damien, she missed him and wanted more than ever to return to him and the Chateau, but this next part of her journey filled her with the most trepidation. If she were going to fall down it would be with Master Richard. The Mercedes slowed down as it neared the departure gates of the airport. Even if she had never seen Master Richard before, she would have known who he was just by his presence and stature. Her heart pounded and she felt sick to her stomach with worry. The car came to a stop and he opened the back door, leaning inside the car he stared at Kyla, she can’t help but lower her eyes. “You have something for me Kyla” he says to her. She hands him the letter “thank- you, now open your legs and show yourself to me” he orders her. She blushes and opens her legs slightly, lifting her skirt up towards her thighs. “Wider” he says as he looks between her legs, his fingers part her lips and he gently feels her wetness. ” I see Master Luiz has enjoyed your body before you left him, you may clean yourself in the airport, you are mine now, and you obey me is that understood?” he asked her. “Yes Master Richard “she said getting out of the car and making her way into the airport.

Most of the flight and subsequent car journey was uneventful, Master Richard spoke very little, although he made sure she was comfortable on the journey, and for most of the flight she had slept. She was conscious that he had read the letter she had given him, and had, surreptitiously watched for any change in his facial expression in its content. But she hadn’t been able to detect anything. The Journey from the airport to his home had taken less than an hour. It was almost 6oclock as they pulled into the driveway. A huge farmhouse surrounded by woodland, barns and stables was the sight that met Kyla’s gaze form the car window.

Master Richard informed her that due to the lateness of their arrival, she could go to her room and freshen up before dinner. Then she may have the evening to herself before her ” strict training regime started the following day” he also instructed her not to shave, as he would personally undertake the task of shaving her every day before training. The house was old but modern in its decoration and her room was no exception, the few things she had bought with her, were already on the bed. Master Richard entered the room with her, looked around and nodded his head in satisfaction of its readiness for his slave, then bade Kyla goodnight, he left the room shutting and locking the door behind him.

A light breakfast was all she was allowed to eat the following morning. When she had woken up she noticed a plain white short slip, and what looked like ballet slippers laid across the bedroom chair. They had not been there before so Kyla took it upon herself to put them on after her shower. She was almost finished when her door suddenly opened and Master Richard strode in, “sit” he commanded and pointed to the bed. She did as he had told her and waited for him to speak. He then proceeded to tell her that the contents of the letter although favourable, had made light of the fact that she was considered to have become lazy, and needed to have some of the “hot headedness” taken out of her. In short, Master Richard intended to do just that he informed her.

What had shocked Kyla the most was how he was dressed. Riding britches, boots and short-sleeved shirt, finished off menacingly with two coiled whips, one he informed her was for training, the other for punishment. It seemed that the ballet slippers were there just to protect her feet as she walked to the training arena, there she would be dressed entirely different. Making his way out of the bedroom he instructed Kyla to follow behind him. She did as he asked but his stride and pace was far to fast for her, and she almost struggled to keep up with him. The training arena was vast; in the centre of the barn four bales of hay had been positioned. Even from where she stood she could see an array of equipment, water buckets harnesses of all descriptions. No sooner had they entered the barn before Master Richard had turned to her, and produced a collar that he fastened around her neck, attaching a lunge rein to it. Standing behind her he takes the straps of the slip down over her arms; it falls to the ground leaving her naked. “Bend over Kyla and take off your shoes, then stay in that position with your hands touching the floor until I have finished inspecting you, Its very important we get the right size butt plug for you, don’t you agree?” he asks her. Without hesitating she does as she is told, not wanting to anger him in any way.

His hands stroke her back until they stop and rest on either cheek of her bottom. Informing her that it was her Masters wish to use her arse. In order to do that you must be stretched and made ready for him. We will start that today, after I have shaved you.” He pulls on the rein and takes her toward one of the hay bales. Lifting her on to the sturdy bale he makes her lie on her back. “I see Master Luiz has left his mark on you Kyla” he says bending down and drawing one of her nipples into his mouth. Kyla shivers as he squeezes the same breast and sucks even harder on the dark nipple. Moving away from her he turns his attention to the paraphernalia on the other hay bale. When he turns around he is holding a long pole with metal islets fastened to it. Putting the pole behind her knees he fastens a chain to the centre of the pole and attaches the end to a snap hook on her collar, forcing her to pull her bent legs towards her chin. Kyla closes her eyes in shame, she hadn’t been this exposed to Master Luiz and felt completely unable to hide her embarrassment, what made it worse was the sudden appearance of Sebastian.

He was one of the stable hands already in his late thirties he had worked for Master Richard since leaving school. He suddenly appeared behind Kyla’s head and she knew he was enjoying looking at her from his vantage point. “Don’t worry Sebastian you will get to enjoy her, but later, for now I want some hot water” he said to the stable hand. Within minutes Sebastian was back with the hot water as requested by Master Richard. Commenting on her body in a detailed and explicit way he proceeded to lather her with thick creamy foam. The razor made Kyla’s eyes widen in horror,” Do you trust me Kyla” he asked her holding the cut throat razor to her eye level. “Yes Master Richard” she said quietly. Taking his time he shaved her smooth, leaving nothing unshaven. After drying her, he oiled his hands and gently massaged the freshly shaven area. Standing back to admire his handiwork, he invited Sebastian to look at her. Kyla noted the change in his expression as he stared between her legs, thinking to herself ‘please don’t let him Master, don’t let him fuck me, not him’ she had taken an instant dislike to him, not really knowing why. She needn’t have worried though, Sebastian’s love was to be allowed to masturbate over the breasts of Master Richards’s slaves, and he couldn’t wait for that to happen. But he would have to wait until he was told that he could.

Master Richard had turned away form Kyla, when he faced her again, in his hand was a butt plug and attached to that was a long tail. Which he swept down Kyla’s body. She expected it to feel coarse and wiry but instead it was soft and moved freely over her. Standing between her legs again his fingers gently rubbing her clitoris, he introduces her to the feel of the butt plug. Riding it down between her lips, until it reaches its final resting place. She is already oiled and braces herself for the invasion of the plug. “Relax Kyla, you will enjoy the feeling once you have embraced the plug and tail” he said, slowly pushing it in and out of her, she groaned at first with the pain and burning it caused her, but he didn’t relent and kept up the slow methodical rhythm until she finally accepted it. If Kyla had thought he had finished with her she was mistaken. She had heard others talk about Ben Wa balls, but had never used them herself. Again he worked her clitoris before gently pushing them inside her. Then came the pegs, not the normal clothes type, these were much smaller and looked like silver. Her labia and nipples were adorned with these and each one held a tiny bell. “Now Kyla you need your harness on,” he said helping her off the hay bale. The harness fitted her like a glove, and held the butt plug and tail in place; she pulled at how restricting it felt and took a hard slap to her bottom for doing so. Walking around her Master Richard pushes down on her shoulders and forces her to kneel before him. Unfastening his britches he takes his erect cock out and presents it to Kyla’s mouth. She is taken aback by the size of him, not so much the length but its girth and reels away from him “Master please I couldn’t fit you in my mouth your too big, please don’t” she begged him. He smiled at her and simply said “pay homage to your Masters cock Kyla, kiss it and look forward the day I fuck you with it, and I will, you can be sure of that.” He was wet and she licked him until she cleaned him.

Helping her to stand he told her that she would take her exercise around the arena, then Sebastian, who was never far away came towards her with a head harness and bit, she reeled from him and broke free from the lunge rein. She had only got half way across the barn when the bullwhip caught her on the back of her legs. “Stand still Kyla or I will punish you so hard you will wish you had taken the head harness. “Master please, I can’t have anything over my head, I can’t stand it.” She cried out to him. Striding over towards her and coiling the whip ready to use again, she panics and turns to run again. This time he is faster than she can move and the whip catches her bottom so hard that it make the tail swish to the side. At the same time she feels a strong vibrating pulsation coming from inside her. The feeling is so intense it brings her to the floor on all fours. Moving with the vibrations and moaning out loud at the rising orgasm quelling inside her. As he reaches her she sees he has a remote control in his hand, he turns up the vibrations harder and sends Kyla into raptures, she knows he will punish her but is held hostage to her own orgasm and rocks backwards and forwards waiting for sweet release. But he stops the Ben Wa’s from vibrating and in doing so stops her orgasm. “Don’t you ever run from me again” he booms at her, lifting her roughly to her feet. The head harness and bit are put over her head and positioned in her mouth before she can protest any further. The tears fall freely down her cheeks but are wasted on Master Richard, his calm demeanour now replaced by a stern meaningful expression.

Leading her away to the centre of the arena he tells her to walk around in a circle, making sure she keeps the lunge rein taut. He continues this for many laps. “Now Kyla you should be nicely warmed up, I want to hear those bells singing, quicken your pace and trot; you are a lazy slave you need to be thoroughly exercised. The training whip just caught her on the bottom, but it was enough to make her go faster. This time he made her do countless circuits of the arena, she was hot and starting to sweat, her tail moved freely form side to side, and every now and again he would shout instructions to her, telling her to keep her head up and look proud to be owned in such a way. Twenty minutes of this exercise had passed.

Then to her horror she saw Sebastian appear and start erecting jumps at various intervals around the barn. “Faster Kyla, if you fail one jump you will punished” he called to her, the whip cracking behind her. ‘I will not fail’ she thought egging herself on. As she neared the first one, the Ben Wa’s started to vibrate, she cried out through the bit, but made the jump and headed for the next one. Again as she approached it the vibration became stronger, the whip narrowly missing her bottom but catching her tail. Again she made the jump but by this time she was torn between going to the ground and allowing her orgasm to come, or head for the last jump. His words about ‘failing and punishment’ came back to her and she increased her speed to get to the jump and please him. But she never made it, it seemed that Master Richard had no intention of letting her make the jump; he held the remote control in his outstretched hand, smiled at Kyla and increased the vibrations to its highest level. She was inches away from the jump, as she leapt her whole body shook and reacted to the Ben Wa balls. Her left leg caught the jump and brought it down; Kyla fell with it and landed hard on the floor. She moaned, not because she was hurt, but because she had failed and because she was about to orgasm. Master Richard was pulling her on the lunge rein “crawl to me Kyla” he commanded her. She tried to do as he said, but her body was telling her to stay still and enjoy the ensuing orgasm. The whip striking her bottom soon stopped that, and she crawled as quickly as she could to him.

When she reached him, she was exhausted, her head bent down in utter defeat and frustration. Bending to her level Master Richard takes off her head harness and removes the bit. Then he helps her to stand and removes the harness releasing all the pegs, but leaves the Ben Wa balls and butt plug in place. “Now Kyla time to cool down, a nice swim will do you good” he said as he leads her out of the barn and into an adjacent annex. A large indoor pool complete with a glass dome takes her by surprise. ” You may go to the changing room and remove the butt plug and Ben Wa’s, then come straight back to me” he said pointing to the area she should use. The thought of a swim, free of all the restraints she had endured filled her with joy. She returned to Master Richard as quick as possible. He still insisted on her collar and lunge rein being in place but allowed her to swim freely up and down as he walked on the edge of the pool. She was completely naked and loved every minute of freedom it afforded her. Kyla had always loved swimming and she glided effortless through and under the water. Then a pull on the rein told her it was time to get out. She came to the steps were Master Richard was waiting for her. “Its time your were dried and oiled” he said leading her back to the barn and hay bales.

She walked behind him knowing at that moment, that he would use her body to satisfy himself. She lay on the bail of hay and again he put the pole at the back of her knees, and pulled her bent legs backwards towards her chin. The oil was smoothed over her entire body; he paid particular attention to her breasts and between her open legs. “You are a slave and a whore, you are made to serve cock and you will serve mine now Kyla” he said as he gently opened her to his cock. She knew it would hurt, but wasn’t prepared for how big he would feel inside her. He took his time and stretched her bit by bit. She moaned as his pace quickened and she began to feel him fill her completely. As he fucked her he nodded to the waiting Sebastian to satisfy himself over her. Sebastian already had his erection in his hand, and moving over to Kyla he stood behind her head. His eager hands groped and pinched both breasts, hardly able to control himself; he continues to squeeze one of her breasts, while he masturbated himself over her. Kyla is suddenly lost in the moment, she can see Sebastian is about to release himself over her, and can feel Master Richard fucking her so hard now that she cries out to be allowed to cum. Sebastian aims his cock at her breasts and releases himself over them. The warm liquid feels sensuous as it hits her breasts and nipples, and he wastes no time in making sure he rubs the contents of himself into her skin. Master Richard pulls on the lunge rein as he nears his own orgasm; Kyla feels bruised with the thickness of him but now gratefully accepts his cock and braces herself for his last few final thrusts. She expects him to pull out of her and cum over her body, but he doesn’t, he fills her instead.

Over the next few days Kyla would be put through her paces in the same way. On her last day, after she had been allowed her swim and then taken back to the barn, things were different. “Master Luiz put his own mark on you Kyla, now I will do the same” he informed her as he lay her down and produced the fine needle that would piece her belly. She lay quietly as he fitted the piercing with a tiny silver replica of a coiled bullwhip. “Tomorrow you will leave with Master Karl and go to Immenstadt, but first there is one last thing to be done” he said as he blindfolded her for the first time. As before he oiled her and then introduced the butt plug with its attached tail. Helping her down off the bale he sits himself on a chair that Sebastian had brought in to the barn. “Your arse is filled Kyla, now your cunt must be filled as well. Positing her so she is facing him he tells her to lower herself on to him. Her thighs shake as she lowers herself down onto his waiting erection. Moaning out loud as her body fights the double invasion, but he cajoles and encourages her to do it, as it is what her Master wants from her. Her head drops as she starts to ride his cock; she is suddenly startled by the hand that comes from behind her and lifts her chin. He tells her in a deep German accent ‘to hold her head high while she takes the cock of a Master’. She knows that the man behind her is Master Karl. Tomorrow she will belong to him!

Master Karl
Chapter 5

Master Karl had insisted that Kyla be ready to leave by 9am the following morning. She remembered him from the night at the chateau. He had been one of the Masters who had sat and watched her being fucked by a man she thought was her husband, but who turned out to be anyone but. Even though he had been seated in the large Chesterfield, it hadn’t made him look any less imposing. He was in his late fifties early sixties she had guessed. His head was completely shaved. He wasn’t a thin man, neither was he fat. He was well built and dressed in a smart, well tailored dark suit. He had bought Kyla a long coat that he insisted she would wear, and nothing else for the entire journey to Immenstadt. In his hand he held a letter which bore the same wax seal as before.

As she was led away, she found herself looking back at Master Richard; he turned from her and walked back into the house. It wouldn’t be the last time she would see him though.

“As you know Kyla I am Master of the First Order for the Eastern Quadrant” he said looking at her directly “Yes Master I know, my Husband has………..” he cut her off abruptly, putting a hand to the back of her neck and pulling her towards his mouth
“YOUR MASTER, not your husband, have you learnt nothing? Correct me if I am wrong, but are you not being trained as his slave and whore?” he let her go and she sat quietly with her head bowed and close to tears. After a while he spoke again and told her that the time spent with him, would make or break her as a slave. The Eastern Quadrant of the Compass Rose was made up of 8 named points. For example he had said, there is the Master for the East by Southeast and so on. Apart from himself she would be expected to serve the 7 other Masters of the Second Order. Her heart sank, ‘I will never make it back to Damien’ she thought. But then another voice spoke ‘yes you will, forget who you are, and become what your Master wants, he wants you to serve him, he wants a slut and whore. Then that’s what I will become she answered to herself.

The Hunting Lodge was an imposing building, not a little wooden shack as you might expect, but an eighteenth century stone built fortress that overlooked one of the many forests that surrounded the area. The lodge was noticeable for one thing; a huge stags head adorned the south-facing turret. Kyla had never felt so small and insignificant. Sensing her fear, Master Karl spoke to her “as long as you diligently serve and obey all the Masters, you have nothing to fear Kyla.” His words had eased her concerns somewhat, but the knot in her stomach would remain for some time to come. Once inside she was taken to her room, and she was allowed to rest for a while. “I will be back for you at 10oclock tonight Kyla, your clothes have been laid out for you” he said and left her alone for the first time today.
There was something familiar about her outfit, when she inspected it further she stood back from the bed, her mouth open in disbelief. There on the bed was the Nell Gwynne costume she had worn on the night of the masquerade ball, the night that Damien had given her the ultimatum. Either she served him as his slave, the other option of divorce was one she couldn’t, and wouldn’t contemplate. True to his word Master Karl came for her at precisely 10 o’clock. He strode in to the room and with his finger beckoned her to come and stand in front of him. She made her way quickly towards him. As before her breasts had been pushed upwards by the costume, which gave Master Karl easy access to them. “Lift your tits out of the corset and offer them to me to suck” he said to her. Shocked at his request but determined to obey all that was asked of her, she lifted both breasts out of the dress, squeezing them together she offers them to him “Good Kyla, now put your hands behind your head” he said bending down and pushing her breasts together he squeezed them hard, sucking each nipple in turn before placing nipple clamps on the end of each one. “You will leave your breasts out of your dress, and available for the Masters to do with as they see fit” he said leading her over to the bed. Bending her over it, he lifts her long skirts over her hips. “Your Master has sent you a present Kyla, he wishes me to give it to you.” He says as he puts his open hand in front of Kyla’s face. Resting proudly in his palm is the Rosebud complete with a Sapphire stone. Damien has insisted she wear it before she serves the Masters of the Eastern Quadrant, and Master Karl would make sure of that. He had already warmed the steel object in his hand, and a small amount of lubrication was all that was needed, to ensure she accepted Damien’s gift firmly into place.

The last few weeks has seen Kyla’s sexual appetite change altogether. She had found that the more she was humiliated, served, obeyed or even punished, had caused her to become aroused very quickly. Even the thought of what was to come, had made her wet with anticipation. Soon she would serve Damien, she would serve her Master. But before that could happen she would have to prove herself to the other Masters, and pass whatever tasks they set before her. And the first test was just about to happen. The sapphire almost acted as a beacon to Master Karl, no sooner had he put it in place, then he was pushing his cock into her. His pace fast from the start. If Kyla had thought his age would slow him down, she couldn’t have been more wrong. His speed and pace made her cry out. Stopping abruptly and withdrawing from her, he takes hold of the chain joining the nipple clamps “open your mouth slut and keep this chain in your mouth, I want silence, any further noise and I will punish you” he said firmly. Having the chain in her mouth pulled her nipples upwards and caused a searing pain if she lifted her head up, it also silenced her moans. He was back inside her before she had regained her position, but this time he was even faster. Her hips acted as leverage for his ruthless thrusts. She screamed through gritted teeth, and from the back of her throat, not daring to cry out as before.

Master Karl had other ideas though, he was determined that he would fuck her so hard she would have to let the chain go, then when he had cum inside her, he would have her across his knees and spank her until she cried. Master Karl was a fair man and would never punish a slave without a reason, but he smiled inwardly to himself as he neared his orgasm. Kyla would have no say in the matter; she would any minute now let the chain fall from her mouth. Gripping her even tighter he was relentless, and she couldn’t hold on any longer, her own orgasm rising inside her like a red-hot poker. Before she knew it she had let the chain go and fall from her mouth. Crying out at the same time in ecstasy, and begging for forgiveness at her failure to keep the chain in place. “You will pay for that,” he said as he pushed her head down towards the bed and enjoyed the full force of his own orgasm.
Pulling out of her he wipes himself across her bottom. Kyla has little time to recover before he has pulled her over his knees, and he starts to spank her hard. The soft skin jiggling as his strong hands make contact again and again. Finally he stops, but only when she is sobbing. “Now Kyla go and dry your eyes, you are to go and serve the other Masters, by the end of the night you will wear the cum of every Master in the lodge, and you will be honoured to do so. When you have composed yourself I will tell you what is going to happen when you go downstairs,” He said as he patted her bottom in gentle loving way, pulling her skirts down as he did so.

When she returned to him he sat her down on the floor in front of him and told her to listen carefully. She would be sent to one or more of the many rooms in the hunting lodge; there she would be made to serve whoever was in the room. It may be a Master on his own, or several Masters at one time. But she could only leave that room when she had earned a Compass Rose coin from each Master. She must earn all seven coins before she could return to Master Karl and beg him for his coin. Only by earning all the coins would she be deemed to have fulfilled the task set before her. And only then could she hope to bear the mark of Master Karl and the Eastern Quadrant.

Following him downstairs, her breasts exposed, nipple clamps attached and the chain once again held in her mouth, Kyla was taken to the first room. She was told to knock twice on the door. She would be ordered to come in or told to wait. She must follow any instructions to the letter. Standing her outside the first door Master Karl says one last thing to her “trust your Masters Kyla, you must put yourself in their hands and trust them unreservedly” stepping to one side, he told her to knock on the door.

She knocked twice as instructed; her heart was beating so hard that she thought it would break free of her chest at any moment. The door was opened by one of the Masters “On all fours slave and crawl in to the centre of the room, keep the chain in your mouth and head down” his instructions brusque and exact Kyla immediately lowered herself to the floor. As she crawled into the room the door was shut behind her. She could only make out the bent legs and feet of the other Master, who was seated in a Bishops chair. “What are you here for slave?” asked the seated Master. Kyla didn’t answer him, it wasn’t that she couldn’t, but she hadn’t been told to let the chain fall from her mouth, and was determined not to disobey a Master again. The other Master standing behind her tells her to lift her dress, and show her herself to him. She does it without hesitation and he comments on the marks given to her by Master Karl, as he strokes her bottom. He tells her she can let the chain go and answer the question asked of her by the other Master. “Master, I am here to serve and please you, I am here to serve cock” she says her head still downward. “Then I suggest you show us what you have to offer, and strip. Once you have removed all of your clothing, you will stand still, do you understand”? He said as he gestured to her to proceed.

She knew she had to give the Masters a show, she had to make them want her, she had to make them give her the coins she needed. Slowly rising to her feet she starts to remove the long skirt and corset. Her breasts are already on show and she lifts her arms for the Masters to se