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Part 11-

Morning arrived with the buzzing of the doorbell.
"Michael," Sasha whispered loudly, "someone's at the door."
"It's Abigail," Michael mumbled sleepily.
The bell rang again and Sasha kicked back the covers.
"She has a key," Michael muttered, pulling the blankets back up over them both.
"Michael......." Sasha huffed.
"Ssssh," he hushed, and wrapped his arm around her waist, nestling her warm bottom in against himself.
"Hummmmm...... you feel good," Sasha giggled, and settled back enjoying the feel of his arms around her. "What are you going to do today while we shop?"
"Oh, I don't know," Michael considered, gently rolling Sasha's nipples between his fingers. "I have a few errands to run."
Michael's erect penis butted against the small of Sasha's back, and she intentionally began to wormed around in his arms. Finally, Michael took her shoulder and turned her to face him, kissing her devouringly. His fingers trailed down her slender arm, and taking her hand he guided it to himself. Sasha's lips formed a smile around his lustful kiss as she eased his erect penis between her thighs. Michael inhaled erotically as Sasha's excitment wet the head of his cock. Drawing her close, his lean body moved to cover hers, his strong arms supporting his weight as he pressed his pelvis against that small curly patch of auburn hair.
Michael then lifted himself up until he almost withdrew from Sasha's pussy, towering above her; waiting. Sasha's hips immediately arched upward, trying to force him back inside. With a mischievous grin, Michael buried his cock deep into her pussy.
"Oooohh," Sasha moaned, grasping Michael's muscular buttocks.
Michael's slow, teasing strokes quickly intensified, and Sasha wrapped her legs up over his back, rounding her bottom so his balls slapped against her ass. Sasha tightened her thighs and asscheeks, undulating in sync with Michael. Within moments Michael's climax was imminent.
"Be still," Michael breathed in her ear as his own orgasm converged in his groin, then traveled down the shaft of his penis, releasing spurts of cum into the softness that surrounded his cock. It was two full minutes before Micheal had completely satisfied himself, and his moist, naked body relaxed atop Sasha's.
"Woman, you're going to be the death of me," Michael panted, and lifted himself up, holding his pose above Sasha. "Now, go fix my breakfast."
"Michael, I have to get ready to go," Sasha fussed trying to squirm out from under him.
"You need to fix my breakfast. The stores will still be there an hour from now."
"But Michael, Abigail is waiting on me!" Sasha protested.
"Abigail has already got the coffee going, I can smell it," Michael stated matter-of- factly, "that is not her responsibility."
Michael's deep blue eyes gazed into Sasha's, analyzing her reaction. Sasha stared back in waiting silence. Gradually, the beginnings of a smile touched the corners of her mouth.
"Breakfast," Sasha whispered, wrinkling her nose at him.
"Um huh," Michael agreed, "breakfast."
"I see. And what exactly would my Master be desiring I prepare for his breakfast?" Sasha asked, trying not to giggle.
"Bacon and eggs."
"And toast?" Sasha asked, her hazel eyes twinkling.
"Um huh," Michael agreed as he pressed his lips to hers.
"May I pee first?" Sasha requested, looking as serious as possible
Michael bumped his forehead against Sasha's, "Yes," he hissed playfully, "go pee first." Giggling, she quickly slid out from beneath him, and disappeared into the bathroom.
When Sasha emerged from the bathroom her sweater was draped over her arm, and she was buttoning her jeans.
"What are you doing?" Michael questioned. The tone of his voice was oddly disconcerting, and when Sasha looked up she could see the disapproval in his deep blue eyes.
"Getting dressed," Sasha ventured.
"Did I say get dressed, or did I say fix my breakfast?" Michael asked in the same odd, disapproving tone.
Sasha, bare from the waist up, stopped in the center of the room.
"Jeans off," Michael ordered.
"But Abigail is here........" Sasha muttered uneasily.
"Abigail has seen you naked before," Michael countered.
Sasha winced at the thought of being naked as she slowly unfastened her jeans. Michael lay watching, remembering one specific conversation where Sasha mentioned her self-consciousness.

........ Michael had instructed her to purchase a swimsuit that was a skimp strapless top and t-back bottoms. She was then to go to the public beach on a Saturday and spend the day sunbathing. Sasha acknowledged that she understood, then changed the subject. Michael could tell something was on her mind; generally, Sasha was bubbly and very inquistive. He decided to continued chatting for a few minutes, allowing Sasha time to build up the courage to discuss whatever was bothering her. Then he would insist she tell him what was on her mind. It didn't take long for Sasha to open up.
"Master, may I discuss something with you?" Sasha asked softly.
"Yes you may, my pet," Michael's warm, interested voice urged.
"I know that my body is yours to look at and do with as you please, but to parade around in public with practically nothing covering me makes me very uncomfortable. Especially by myself."
"I see," Michael answered, "go on."
"Well, it's hard to explain. I like to think I'm pretty, but I also see all of my not so pretty spots. And well, clothes sort of hide those spots."
"Hummmm....... anything else?" Michael asked. There was a long pause, and Michael knew she was on the verge of tears.
"You're going to have me do this anyway, aren't you?" Sasha rasped into the receiver.
"Yes my pet, I am."

........Sasha removed her jeans, then laid them and her sweater over the footboard. Michael swung his feet to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching. Without looking up, Sasha turned toward the door. Michael reached out and caught her hand in his, turning her to face him.
"Bacon and eggs, right?" Sasha breathed, her eyes sparkling with tears as she gave a slight nod to her own question.
Michael stood, and taking Sasha's hand led her to his closet. Selecting a long sleeved, silk shirt he held it open for her. "Wear this," he sighed.
Sasha quickly slipped the shirt on. Michael was tall, and the tail of the shirt hit Sasha about mid thigh. Starting with the shirttail, Sasha watched herself as she pushed each obsidian button through a loop. Michael stopped her as she reached the fourth button from the collar, letting her know to leave the remainder of the shirt open.
"Now, go start my breakfast, while I shower."
"Thank you, Master," Sasha whispered, and with her head still lowered she turned for the door.
Before she could fully turn away, Michael's fingers caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. After the briefest of moments he kissed her tenderly.
"I want my eggs over easy," he ordered, giving her one of those *okay* looks.
"Okay," Sasha answered softly, and Michael's grip tighten on her jawline. "Yes Master," Sasha giggled, giving him an innocent grin.
Michael just shook his head as he watched her prance out the door.

Abigail was setting the table when Sasha walked in.
"Well, good morning," Abigail greeted. "It seems everything turned out all right after all last night."
"Yes Ma'am," Sasha said, grinning sheepishly.
"I'll have breakfast ready in a few minutes," Abigail commented, opening the refrigerator.
"Abi...Abigail," Sasha stuttered , as she neverously ran the top of her foot over the calf of the opposite leg, "Mmmmm.... Michael wants me to prepare his breakfast."
Abigail stood with the refrigerator door open studying Sasha thoughtfully for a moment. "Then we had best get started," Abigail advised. "The eggs are already on the stove. Here's the butter and strawberry perserves."
"You'll help me!" Sasha exclaimed.
"Of course," Abigail chuckled, "but we had better get busy. Michael does not like to be kept waiting."
"Yes Ma'am," Sasha responded enthusiastically, quickly taking the things as Abigail handed them to her.
The women chatted happily while Michael took his time in the shower, thinking back over the last fifteen or so hours. At the same time Abigail and Sasha were discussing events from the previous night.
"Abigail?" Sasha questioned, "who were those girls you introduced Michael to last night?"
"They were new submissives I've been training."
Sasha gave her a quizzical look. "But Michael said you belonged to his mother, that you were her most precious possession."
"I am and always will be Mistress Galiena's pet. During the years that she was a domme, and I a submissive, she nurtured me. I fell deeply in love with her, and served her and her family for many years. As I grew in my abilities, Galiena allowed me to assist her with various training techniques," Abigail elaborated, not really paying much attention to Sasha, who was standing stock still, totally bewildered. "Now, semi retired, Galiena has relenquished the major duties of training to me, as Johnathan also has to.........."
"Wait a minute!" Sasha exclaimed, finally recovering from Abigail's first sentence. "What are you talking about? Michael said, you belonged to his mother."
"Galiena is his mother," Abigail replied. "Didn't Michael tell you?"
"No, he didn't tell me!" Sasha yelped, stomping passed Abigail. "But he will be telling me now!"
Sasha stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Michael, just pulling on his shirt, spun around when the door banged shut. Sasha had already crossed the room and was standing within inches of him.
"Why didn't you tell me Mistress Galiena was your mother?" Sasha seethed, planting both palms in his chest and shoving.
"Whoa, calm down," Michael admonished, grabbing both her wrists.
"No! I will not calm down!" Sasha yelped, angrily tugging against his grip. "Let me go!"
In one fluid motion, Michael released Sasha's wrist and grasped a handful of auburn curls, yanking her back.
"Oh, yes.... you.... will," Michael warned, his whole demeanor growing in severity. "You'll calm down right now."
Michael held Sasha, breathless with rage, at arms length by the back of her head. He maintained his hold while Sasha twisted, kicked and stomped her feet. It took a long minute before the gravity of what she was doing hit her mind, then suddenly Sasha froze. Michael seized the moment and snatched her head back, forcing her to look at him.
Michael was mad. His eyes burned with impatience, the muscle at the back of his jaw twitched repeatedly, and his breathing was ragged and deep. Sasha's eyes slowly pooled with tears under Michael's punishing glare.
"Finish my breakfast," Michael ordered harshly, twisting Sasha around by her hair to face the door. "Now!" and he pushed her foward, releasing his hold.
Abigail again acted as if nothing had happened when Sasha returned to the kitchen.
"You'll need to set a place in the formal dining room for Michael to eat," Abigail instructed, "he perfers to eat his meals there."
Sasha did as she was told, and by the time she made it back Abigail had everything out and ready to begin cooking. Sasha had always been a good cook, and with tips from Abigail on Michael's likes and dislikes, breakfast was prepared. Sasha had planned on having the food on the table, then asking Abigail to notify Michael; that way she wouldn't have to face him. Unfortunately, just as she was about to walk into the dining room, Michael went in and sat down.
"Abigail, will you please take Michael's breakfast to the table," Sasha whispered, stepping away from the doorway. That same disapproving look Galiena had given her now clouded Abigail's face. "Please," Sasha pleaded.
Abigail picked up the tray and walked into the dining room.
"Where's Sasha?" Michael asked, his irriation obvious.
"She asked me to bring your breakfast," Abigail replied, setting the plate in front of him. Michael's glare became lethal with Abigail's evasive answer. "She's in the kitchen, Sir," Abigail corrected her response.
"SASHA!" Michael shouted. Sasha winced at the sound of his voice, took a deep breath,and stepped around the corner.
"I thought I told you to prepare my breakfast?" Michael raged.
"I did," Sasha answered resentfully.
"It is also your responsiblity to serve me. Why didn't you?"
Sasha stared at the floor as Michael waited, his blue eyes never leaving her for an instant. "Sasha, look at me!" Michael demanded angrily.
When Sasha's head came up, the corner of her mouth was turned down and her hazel eyes revealed the sad shrug she prevented her shoulders of displaying.
"Because you're mad at me," Sasha whimpered, gazing at him in despair.
"Because I'm mad at you, is not an excuse. That does not relieve you of your responsibilities," Michael warned. "Understood?"
"Yes Sir," Sasha answered softly.
Michael closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Go take your shower," he ordered harshly.
Heartbroken, Sasha silently left the room. As the bedroom door closed, Abigail sat down at the table. Michael started to eat, trying to ignore Abigail; it didn't work.
"I didn't tell her last night because I wanted her to act naturally," Michael muttered, feeling a little guilty. Abigail made no comment, just lightly drummed the tips of her fingers on the table.
"Geesh Abigail, it worked, she made a good impression. Didn't she?" Michael grumbled, half proud of himself.
"Yes, she did at that," Abigail had to agree. "Your mother was impressed, but now I think you have a problem on your hands with Sasha."
"I will deal with Sasha," Michael advised sharply. "What does Galiena have planned for tonight?"
"Exhibitions, buying, selling, the usual," Abigail sighed. "I can tell you that Melantha will be there, and I understand that Trystan has been invited." Abigail paused a moment, weighing her next question. "Does Sasha know?"
As they talked, Sasha stepped into the shower. Feelings of doubt invaded her thoughts as warm water cascaded over her head and face, mingling with the tears.
**Why hadn't Michael told her Galiena was his mother? Why did Galiena want to select her outfit for tonight? Was Michael just training her for his mother, or even worse, his father?**
Sasha shut off the water, and reached for a towel. I wonder how long Michael will be angry, she thought. Slowly, she dried herself off, and brushed her hair. Maybe she was expecting to much from Michael. Maybe she had seen something that really wasn't there. "You are only a slave in training," Sasha chastized herself. Turning the knob on the door into the bedroom she repeated, "You are only a slave in training. To him you are nothing more."
Michael was waiting on the other side of the door. Sasha immediately lowered her head, clasped her hands behind her back, and stood with her feet slightly parted.
"Sasha, I owe you an apology," Michael stated.
"No Master," Sasha answered, quickly. "I am a slave, nothing more."
Michael stepped over to the amoire, picked up the stiff leather paddle and came to stand within inches of Sasha.
"Do you care to repeat that last remark?" Michael questioned, lifting her chin with the end of the paddle.
Eyes rounded in surprise, Sasha quickly shook her head.
"If you ever say anything like that again, I will see to it you are unable to sit down for a week," Michael threatened sincerely.
"Yes Sir," Sasha whispered, as her hand unconsciously caressed her bottom.
Michael held the paddle under her chin a moment longer, then turned and tossed it onto the bed. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Michael stared at the floor as he rocked onto the balls of his feet and back; thinking.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Galiena and Johnathan were my parents," Michael apologized. "My mother's opinion is extremely important to me, and I didn't want you intentionally trying to impress her. I wanted you act as naturally as possible."
"And was she impressed, Master?"
Michael gazed at her, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, but his voice seemed distant, "Yes my pet, she was very impressed."
For a moment his eyes clung to hers as if he was trying to memorize her every feature, then lightly kissing her forehead he whispered, "you need to finish dressing."

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Part 5

Sasha followed at Michael's heels, stopping two steps back and to the left when he stopped at the counter.
"Rebecca, our things please," he requested. Sasha waited as Michael put on his jacket, anticipating the release of her hands from behind her back. From the corner of her eye Sasha saw Abigail enter the foyer and motion for Michael.
"Sasha, wait here," he instructed and walked over to Abigail. They spoke briefly then he went back into the public room.
Sasha tensed her shoulders, and tried to scratch her back but couldn't reach the spot with her wrist still locked to the D ring on the corset. She watched as club members moved passed her, talking and interacting. Some noticeably looking her over, some acting as if she weren't even there. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her mind drifting back to the time Michael dressed her up and made her stay at the mall all day. Disciplining her for not buying the items of clothing he had instructed her to purchase.

....... He had checked up on her and discovered she had not purchased his specified items, so he had sent Abigail to the store to purchased them. Abigail arrived at her apartment the next afternoon with two packages. Sasha opened the largest package. Taped to the lid was a note from Michael.

Slave,
I am disappointed in you. Fortunately Abigail has purchased the items for me that you would not. She has also purchased several additional items at my request. Due of your disobedience I am forced to add these items to your outfit. You are to put on every item enclosed. I have instructed Abigail to assist you.

Begin Now
Master

Thirty minutes later Sasha was looking at herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. The outfit was a black latex body suit. Formed tightly to her feet were five inch heeled stiletto's, her waist was squeezed down to twenty inches by a corset that was molded into the suit, and her breast jutted straight out in the contoured bra. The outfit ended at the base of her throat and covered everything from there down, except her hands. Abigail zipped the back, locking it in place with a silver padlock Michael had provided.
"Now the additional items," Abigail instructed.
Sasha gave a shallow sigh, and removed the wrapping of the second package. Inside the package was a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a belt. Sasha wiped a streak of sweat from her face as she laid the clothing on her bed.
"What are these for?" Sasha asked, when she saw the remaining items in the box.
"They are also additions to the outfit," Abigail said and retreived the toys.
"But these are....." Sasha gasped picking up the first toy, "this is a vibrator, and this..... this.....I don't even know what this is."
"It's a butt plug," Abigail enlighted, "and it is also a vibrator."
"And what are these," Sasha whined picking up several lengths of rawhide.
"Restraints."
"I can't wear these things! Anyway, look at me," Sasha cried. "I'm covered in rubber."
Abigail calmly slid her fingers along the front seam of the suit, and down between Sasha's legs. Suddenly Sasha could feel cool air touch her pussy. The crotch had a hidden zipper that went from her pelvis to her tailbone.
"Do you have any lubricant," Abigail asked, picking up the butt plug. "We need to get finished."
"Yes, there is some vaseline in the bathroom," Sasha sighed resignedly.
Sasha couldn't imagine what her Master had in mind, but she was already becoming very hot inside the restrictive rubber jumpsuit. Abigail reappeared carrying the container of vaseline. Since Sasha was having difficulty moving in the outfit, Abigail inserted the butt plug then handed Sasha the vibrator.
"Oooohhhh, that feels odd," Sasha whined.
"You'll be fine," Abigail commented dryly. "Insert the other so I can zip this up."
Sasha inserted the dildo into her vagina, slowly working it in and out, trying to get it to feel comfortable. While she was doing that Abigail started attaching the rawhide to each side of the belt. Finally, Abigail pushed Sasha's hand aside and pulled the zipper closed. The snugness in the crotch held both objects securely in place.
"Put on the jeans and shirt," Abigail ordered impatiently, and Sasha stared at her. "We need to get moving."
Sasha quickly pulled on the jeans, and slipped the belt through the loops. As she donned the shirt and started buttoning it, Abigail pulled the rawhide strips through slits in the sides. Sasha began sweating more with the increased movement, and had began to pant against the corset.
"Stand still, and place you arms at your sides," Abigail instructed.
Quickly Abigail located the slit in the right sleeve and pulled the rawhide around Sasha's arm and attached the loose en d to her belt; pulling Sasha's arm in against her body. Abigail repeated the process on the left side, causing Sasha to look like she was standing at attention.
"I can't move my arms," Sasha observed aloud.
"Put you knees together," Abigail ordered, ignoring Sasha's comment. Expertly Abigail wove the longest piece of rawhide through slits of the inseam above the knee, and around Sasha's legs; reducing Sasha's gait to six inch baby steps.
"Now, you are to read this," Abigail said, producing a long white envelope. Before she thought, Sasha reached for the letter. "Oooohhh!" she laughed in surprise as she toppled onto the bed. "I forgot about my arms."
Abigail pulled her to her feet then opened the letter, and held it up for Sasha to read.

Slave,
You are to go with Abigail to Westland Mall. You may shop. You may buy anything you wish, and you may charge it to the credit card I have given to Abigail.
You may not, at any time remove any piece of your outfit. You may not leave the mall until it closes. Abigail will meet you at the main entrance at nine o'clock sharp.
This is not punishment.
Master

...... Sasha twisted her body, again trying to scratch her back. Where is he, she thought. He could have at least released my wrist. Shifting her weight, Sasha looked longingly at the divan against the far wall.
"This is silly," she muttered to herself. "My feet are killing me, my arms arch, I'm hungry...... I suppose he thinks this is discipline also. It feels like punishment to me," she grumbled, shifting her weight again. Then she gave a yank on the D ring with her wrist. "Nothing," she moaned and stomped her foot at no one.
Abigail appeared at the entrance to the public room. She watched Sasha a minute then turned around and left. Sasha struggled against the corset, angry with Michael for having sent Abigail to check on her. Just like that day at the Mall, Sasha steamed.

........ Abigail had stopped at the curb, right in front of the main entrance.
"I'll be back at nine, here's Michael's credit card," she stated, and waited as Sasha battled her rubber undergarments getting out of the car.
By the time Sasha had made it in the doors, she was gasping for breath, and drenched in sweat. Then to make matters worse. The objects in her rear and pussy started to vibrate. Sasha immediately turned back for the car, but Abigail was pulling away from the curb.
The toys seemed to have a mind of their own, torturing her for countless minutes, to shut off just when she was that close...... In a fit of frustration Sasha headed to the ladies room. Disappearing into a stall, she attacked the toliet paper dispenser. After successfully relieving her sexual tension the dildo in her pussy stayed quiet for over an hour.
Worried she had broken it, Sasha finally inched her way to a seclude area to assess her predicament. Cautiously lowering her rubber encased body to a bench, she wriggled her bottom around, she gave several little bounces, she squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, all in a desperate attempt to activate the thing.
That's when Sasha saw Abigail watching her from the coffee shop. Abigail waited until she was sure Sasha had seen her, then she left. Sasha started to follow, but as Abigail disappeared around the corner both of the vibrators started to hum.
Sasha sat glued to the bench as the affects of the toys quickly took their toll. Soon Sasha's toes began to curl, her nipples became marble hard, and her pussy muscles clenched of their own accord. After the hot, sweaty wave of pleasure passed, Sasha pushed herself to her feet and slowly made her way back into the main flow of people.
Six hours later, Sasha was braced against an exterior wall at the entrance into the mall. At nine o'clock on the nose, Abigail's car rolled to a stopped in front of her. Sasha's face was streaked with sweat, she had to pee, and the thing in her butt started to buzz again as she reached the curb.
"Why is he punishing me," Sasha cried as she tumbled into the back seat.
"This is not punishment," Abigail reminded her. "This is dicipline. It is intended as a systematic method to obtain obediance."
"Well, it feels like punishment to me," Sasha fussed.
Abigail got out and closed the back car door. "That is because Michael has never punished you," Abigail reflected to herself.

...... Sasha sighed heavily, and shifted her weight. She stood on one foot for a minute, then hopped to the other foot. She wriggled her shoulders, still trying to get that annoying itch. She caught her hair with her fingers and pulled her head back, forcing herself to stare at the ceiling.
"Sasha, stand still!" Michael's stern voice startled her.
"Yes, Master," Sasha responded quickly, thrilled to see Michael, and relieved that her wrist would soon be released.
Micheal picked the duster up from the counter and shook it open. Sasha turned her back to Michael so he could release her wrist.
Michael draped the duster over Sasha's shoulders, then with a deliberately casual movement, he turned her to face him. "I am not releasing your wrists," he said in a tone not to be argued with.
"Micheal...." Sasha objected, stomping her booted heel loudly.
He glared at her, qu ick anger lighting his deep blue eyes. His teeth raked his upper lip, then he caught her by the elbow, turned and strode toward an inner hallway pulling her along behind him.
The first room on the left Michael knew was a conference room, and would not be in use at this hour. When he reached his destination, he pushed the door open and yanked Sasha into the room. In one continuous motion Michael, slammed the door, pulled the leather strap from his boot, and bent Sasha over the back of the nearest cushioned conference chair. Michael never said a word, this time the strap did all the talking.
"OoooWwww!....Oooowww!!......Oooowwww!!!" Sasha screamed and struggled. But the pressure of Michael's other hand in the small of her back, held her in position over the chair. "Oooowww....Pleasssee Master.....Oooowwww!!! I'm sorrrryyy..... I'm sorrryy......Ooowww!!"
Michael seemed oblivous to Sasha's pleas as his strap continued to fall on her naked bottom, raising welts where the cheeks of her ass met her thighs.
"Please stop Master..... it's enough..it's enough. Ooowwww!!pleeeassee," Sasha choked, gasping between crys of pain.
Michael didn't care whether he hurt her or not, the punishment continued until Sasha's struggling and screaming became uncontrollable crying. Shoving the leather strap back into his boot, Michael took hold of Sasha's shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Turning her to face him, he stood before her, tall and angry, waiting for the crying to subside. Sasha stood trembling and gasping for air, tears splashing to the floor.
"You will never stomp your foot at me again," Michael demanded harshly. "Is that clear?" Sasha quickly nodded. "Answer me!" Michael ordered.
"Yes.... Master..." Sasha gulped between sobs.
"I told you I was not going to release your wrist. That was my decision and it was not open for a discussion." Sasha winced at Michael's harsh tone. She knew now that Michael had never punished her before. He had never shouted at her, and he wasn't now, but the sharpness of his voice hurt as much as his strap.
"I am the Master, and what I say goes. You are to be seen and not heard, and that is at all times unless I decide otherwise. There was no excuse for your actions just now.
You will do as you are told or I will not allow you to accompany me again."
Michael closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing breath, and forced his anger aside. Sasha was having a much harder time calming down. Micheal took out his handkerchief and placed it over her nose.
"Blow," he said, and Sasha did. "Again," he instructed, then he wiped her nose and returned the handkerchief to his pocket. Michael stood waiting as Sasha continued to sob and gasp to catch her breath.
"Be still," Michael finally snapped, "I've heard enough."
Staring at his boots, Sasha pressed her lips together tightly, swallowed hard, and bit back the sobs. Michael turned on his heels and stepped to the door.
"We are leaving. Stay behind me and be quiet," he ordered. As Sasha silently approached the door, Michael again shook open the duster and draped it over her shoulders. Once in the hallway Sasha waited for Michael to close the door, and step in front of her. Two steps behind and to the left, head down, and breaths occasionally coming in gasps, Sasha sadly followed her Master.

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Part 4

When Michael returned to the table Sasha was sitting very still--knees together, breast lifted, and head up. Intentionally ignoring her, Michael immediately spoke to one of the men concerning the assets of the slave called Aislynn. Michael watched from the corner of his eye; Sasha's head remained up, but her eyes had lowered to her lap. Michael placed his warm hand on her thigh.
"Watch the activities in the arena," Michael said with quiet emphasis. "I will join you in a few minutes. I have business to discuss first." Sasha gave a small nod and gazed out at the arena. "Good girl," Michael praised and his lips touched the softness of her cheek.
Mistress Melantha had observed the interaction, stroking the backs of her slaves all the while. "Michael, your gentle ways and foolish desires are what lost you playmates in the past," Melantha ridiculed. "A tight rein, and the sting of the whip is more affective."
Michael's shoulders tensed, Sasha instantly came alive, and Galiena's hand lightly touched Johnathan's arm.
"Silence, Melantha," Johnathan ordered with surprising authority.
Sasha, hands still locked behind her back, was held at the edge of her seat by the touch of Michael's leather strap against her leg. Her eyes narrowed and observant, darted from Galiena to Melantha then back to Galiena. A discreet shake of Galiena's head, and Sasha eased back in her chair.
"Shall I be adding another to my covey of beauties?" Melantha ventured softly, her black eyes taunting Michael.
Galiena snapped her fingers and even in the dimly lit room, Sasha could see Melantha's perfect features grow pale. Michael resumed his conversation, returning the paddle to it's sleeve with the same easy with which he had drawn it. A bit confused, Sasha turned her attention to the play area.
Michael quickly concluded his business and repositioned his chair to face the arena. Placing his arm around Sasha's shoulder, his fingers toyed with the chains attached to her nipple clips. Sasha's bottom tightened in the seat, and Michael outwardly smiled.
"Oh my precious Sasha, tonight you will be mine," Michael breathed.
As Michael spoke the lighting in the arena changed, and the area where they sat noticably dimmed. At that instant Mistress Melantha came to her feet. Without a word she gave a sharp jerk to each leash. The slave girls each moved to their respective place at the Mistress' side and waited for her command.
"Tomorrow, Melantha," Johnathan's lowered voice ordered. Melantha inclined her head in compliance and departed into the shadows of the room.
Sasha gave Michael a puzzled look.
"We are all a slave to someone," Michael whispered. Sasha was sure she detected a note of satifaction in his voice.
The play area now had three activities in progress. The one holding Sasha's attention was to the left, involving the Master and female slave who had been the first to enter the arena. Michael shifted easily in his chair, also directing his attention to this Master and slave.
The slave had been stripped and positioned face up on a waist high stainless steel table. Her wrists were bound together with a leather belt which attached to the top of the table, her head clamped between her elbows. Each ankle was bound by a leather belt attached to the end corners of the table, stretching her body down and spreading her legs. After securing the slave to the table a blindfold was placed over her eyes, heightening her other senses. Sasha watched intently as the Master caressed his slave. Starting at her
fingertips, his fingers trailed down outlining the edges of the strap around her wrist. His teasing touch continued slowly over her arms to the underside of her breast. From there his masterful tongue took over, outlining her breast, moving closer and closer to the clips which pinched the tips of her nipples. Finally his moist, firm lips covered one of the clips, causing her body to tremble when his teeth removed it.
"Oooooooohhh," Sasha inhaled sharply, shuddering as Michael also removed one of her clips. Sasha clenched the muscles of her pussy, turned, and offered the other breast to Michael.
"Patience sweetness," Michael breathed lightly stroking Sasha's cheek, then playfully he flicked the other clip.
A soft moan from behind them caused Sasha to glance around. The male slave, his cock fully erect, was still perched on the low stool. Belted and locked around his waist was a gold chain with smaller chains attached. One chain was attached to the front ring of the belt, and to the end of the penis collar he now wore, forcing his cock to stick straight out. Two more chains forming a Y were attached to the same front ring. These were drawn tightly between his legs pushing his balls together and forcing them up against his cock. The tail of the Y attached to a ring at the back of the chain belt, spreading his cheeks and making it uncomfortable to sit on a hard surface.
Sasha decided the male slave looked to content to be the source of the moan and continued to look around.
"Mmmmmm...." she whimpered as Michael released the other nipple clip.
"Eyes forward," Michael whispered, resting the chains between her breast. Sasha turned her back to Michael, presenting her wrist for release. "No," he refused quietly.
"Masssterrrr," Sasha whined.
"Ssssshhhh," Michael hushed.
In a huff, Sasha twisted straight in her seat, defiantly dropping her booted heel to the floor with a dull thud.
Michael immediately reattached the clips to Sasha's tender nipples. Sasha opened her mouth to cry out, but Micheal's lips silenced her. Pinned in her seat, Sasha was forced her to endure his punishing kiss. As the searing pain in her nipples dulled, Sasha submitted to Michael's domination.
"Don't do that again," Michael warned.
"Yes sir," Sasha mumbled sadly, and lowered her head.
Compliantly scooting back in her seat Sasha tried to focus her attention on the play area. This was not an easy task with the increasing pain in her nipples. The longer she watched the activities in the arena the more excited she was becoming, and it seemed any and every movement, including breathing, affected the clips. Finally she closed her eyes and tried concentrating on something other than sex.
"Sasha," Michael whispered, and she quickly opened her eyes. "Anything wrong?"
Sasha sadly shook her head, and gaze out at the arena. Michael watched as she took a shallow breath and flinched. He waited; she moved her shoulders slightly and it nearly brought tears. Closing her eyes again, Sasha concentrated.
"Sasha....." Michael's deep voice cut through her thoughts.
"I am fine," Sasha murmured, refusing to give in.
"I know that you are," he agreed tenderly, and gently removed both the clips. Sasha's hands grasped the back of her chair, her thighs locked together, and her pussy throbbed with pleasure. It took her three full minutes to relax and again open her eyes. When her eyes finally began to focus the first thing she noticed was Michael had crossed his legs and was fidgeting in his seat. Sasha's heart soared. Dimples accenting her sparkling hazel eyes, she directed her attention to the play area.
The slave on the table was writhing from her Master's expert touch. Clips attached to the outer lips of her pussy, exposed her clit to the feather her Master now used to stimulate her. Each time she lifted her hips, begging for the touch of the feather, the clips bit at her pulsing, swollen clitoris. The slaves sporadic moans revealed the waves of pleasure her body was experiencing. Finally her Master's gentle fingers touched her, sending her into a wondrous release. Sasha's eyes widened as she watched the slave strain against her bonds, moans rumbling deep in her throat, her glistening body convulsing as her orgasm peaked.
Sasha turned to Michael, and was surprised to see him watching her. In the faint light she could see the spark of eroticism in his smile, and she felt her pussy clench.
"Did you enjoy that," Michael whispered, and Sasha blushed miserably.
Suddenly very self conscious Sasha looked passed him, focusing on the other two female slaves. One was sitting alone while her Master was preoccupied across the room with Abigail's merchandise. The other slave was being gently stroked by her Master as they enjoyed a whipping in progress in the center of the arena.
"No my Pet, eyes forward," Michael insisted, nudging her chin around with his finger. "Watch the two who just entered the arena on the right."
Sasha looked to her right. A tall, dark clothed male stepped into the arena carrying a cushioned bar stool. Behind him followed a girl about Sasha's age. She was fully clothed: tan cotton slacks, pink silk blouse, and low heels. She followed with her head down, her shoulders sagging, and a leather strap like Michael's in her hand.
"She misbehaved in public," Michael whispered. "So, her Master is going to punish her in public also."
Sasha shuddered.
...... The Master set the bar stool down and waited as his slave slowly approached. When she arrived she laid the strap on the stool and began unbuttoning her blouse. Sasha began to shift in her seat as she watched the slave remove each article of clothing, folding them neatly and placing them one at a time at the Master's feet. As the slave placed her fingers at the waistband of her silk panties Michael's warm hand touched Sasha's thigh.
"Spread your knees some," Michael quietly ordered. Sasha's brows drew together in an agonized expression. "Do it!" he breathed harshly in her ear.
Sasha's breathing quickened as she reluctantly inched her knees apart, giving access to her pussy.
"Eyes forward," Michael reminded her.
...... The slave had added her panties to the small, neat pile of clothing, and was standing naked before her Master. The Master placed several objects in her hands which he instructed her to put on. The first was a ball gag which she placed in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Next came ankle and wrist cuffs. Last was her leather collar. With the last item secured, the slave picked up the strap and handed it to her Master.
Michael's fingers touched Sasha's pussy, and her knees snapped closed.
"Spread your knees, and place your feet on the outside of the chair legs," Michael instructed in a low demanding tone.
Sasha didn't move.
Michael's fingers eased under the tiny silver chains dangling from her collar. Sasha's knees spread and her feet wrapped themselves around the outside legs of her chair. "Good girl," Michael praised, allowing the chains to slip from his fingers.
...... The Master spoke quietly to his slave. She moved in front of the stool and raising up on her toes, positioned herself over the cushion. Her Master had her grasp the front legs of the stool, then he fastened the cuffs snugly so she couldn't lift her hands. Moving to her rear he positioned her feet to the outside of the stool legs and attached her cuffed ankles against the wood.
Sasha tensed as Michael began massaging the inside of her thigh, the back of his hand lightly brushing the patch of auburn hair above her pussy.
...... With his slave secured the Master positioned the stool so her exposed bottom was facing those in the public room. With the first stinging crack of leather to bare skin Michael's fingers touched Sasha's clit.
A soft gasped escaped Sasha's lips as her pelvis automatically arched in response. With the heel of his hand against her pelvic bone, Michael held her firmly in the chair, his fingers barely touching her pussy.
...... The Master brought strike after unrelenting strike down on the thighs and buttocks of his slave. There was nothing sensual or pleasing about what was happening, yet Sasha was becoming hotter and hotter every time the strap burned a streak across the slaves quivering ass.
Michael was focused only on Sasha. As her breathing increased, so did his stroking of her clit. Sasha's hands were squeezing the back of the chair, her feet were locked around it's legs, and still she continued to worm about. Michael's control ebbing he crossed his legs to conceal his excitment, shifting in his seat as he placed his arm around Sasha's shoulder. His hand now within easy access of her sensitive nipples.
Sasha didn't protest as she felt his fingertips glide over her breast, her chest surging at the intimacy of his touch, her tender pink tits cresting into peaks as he squeezed them between his fingers.
"Mmmmm....mmmmm," she moaned as a shiver of delight followed his touch.
"Ssssh," Micheal breathed, and touched his tongue to the edges of her ear.
Sasha's senses reeled, as she watched the Master's harsh punishment continue to the brink of humiliation. As water streaked the inside of the slave's legs, Sasha felt the involuntary tremors of her orgasm begin. In desperation Sasha jerked her feet from the chair legs, but Michael had placed his own leg between hers, preventing her thighs from meeting. Her toes curled under inside her boots as Michael's titillating finger persisted.
"Mm...Mmm....Mmmmm," Sasha gasped softly.
Sasha's body stiffened, then began to tremble as she yielded to the heat which radiated from the soft core of her body. Michael continued to stroke her gently, her breath coming in long, soft moans. Michael felt the hot tide of passion rage through him as Sasha closed her eyes and surrendered completely to his masterful seduction.
"My precious Sasha," Michael panted, and she could feel the turbulence of his passion swirl around her.
Slowly Sasha's eyes opened. Her hands were still bound, the room was still dim. She blinked, then quickly surveyed the room, her eyes coming to rest on the arena. The strapping had stopped, the Master was assisting the slave from the arena. Michael shifted in the seat beside her. He looked at her, and she saw a burning eagerness in his deep blue eyes. Lowering her eyes she purposely looked at his groin.
"Yeesss," she hissed and dimples creased her cheeks as the sight of his hardness electrified her.
"Hush," Michael scolded playfully, amused by her reaction. "I think it's time I take you home. You sit still until I tell you otherwise."
Another activity was beginning in the arena as Michael turned to Jonathan and Galiena. "We need to be going," Michael explained coming to his feet. "It was good seeing you both. Jonathan I will phone you tomorrow concerning our discussion this evening. Galiena, your comments," Michael invited.
"Willful, disobedient, impetuous," Galiena discouraged. Michael started to object, but Galiena continued, "intelligent, healthy," slowly her mouth curved into an unconscious smile, "and sensual. Excellent choice, Michael."
"Come, my Pet," Michael commanded proudly, and Sasha was immediately on her feet.
As Michael stepped away, Sasha's eyes again met Galiena's. Galiena gave her a disapproving frown, and Sasha's hazel eyes twinkled.
"Thank you, Mistress," Sasha breathed, then quickly lowered her eyes and moved to her place behind and to the left of Michael.

To be continued tomorrow...

If you are reading this for the first time, please go to part one.  This is a erotic novel that I found and wanted to share.  enjoy...

Part 3

Michael parked the car in the parking garage across the street from the exclusive club, Citadel. After straightening his attire he stepped to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Sasha. As her booted heel touched the floor she extended her hand to Michael for assistance. Instantly aroused, Michael drew her to her feet, pushed the door closed, and backed her against the car. She could feel the warmth of his leather clad body as he came close. Fire raced through her veins as his mouth hungrily covered her. Lost in a flood of desire, Michael's kiss revealed his fiery possession.

Quickly regaining control of himself, Michael looked at her intensely. For a long moment, his deep blue eyes, as dark and powerful as he was, embraced her.

"Slave," Michael said, his tone velvet, yet edged with steel. "You will do exactly as I say and you are not to speak once we enter the club."

"Yes, Master," Sasha whispered, bowing her head in submission.

Michael waited a punctuating minute, then with a finger he lifted her chin. As their lips again met, Michael's fingers laced with hers, and giving Sasha's hand a squeeze he whispered, "Let's go."

As they left the parking garage Michael slipped his hand from Sasha's and placed it against the small of her back, directing her across the street to the club. Once inside Sasha quickly glanced around the room. Two men in business suits were standing to her left, a women in an evening gown emerged from the ladies room, and she could hear soft music coming from what appeared to be a dining area.

"Good evening, Lord Drakedom," came a deep voice to her right. Startled, Sasha moved a step closer to Michael.

"Good evening," Michael responded.

"May I take the ladies coat?" the clerk asked, offering his assistance. Sasha's eyes widen, and her quick, silent refusal amused Michael.

"No thank you. We will be using the inner room this evening," Michael answered, then his eyes narrowed at Sasha. "We will leave our things with Rebecca, once inside."

"Very well, Sir."

Michael again placed his hand at the small of Sasha's back, directing her down a well lighted hall and around the corner. Stopping in front of the second door on the left, Michael stepped passed her and gave a sharp rap. While they waited Michael positioned Sasha behind and to the left of himself.

"You are to follow me in and you will remain behind me at all times," he instructed. Head up, eyes lowered, Sasha gave a quick nod. "Good girl."

A minute later the door opened and Michael stepped in, followed by Sasha. The lightening was dim and it took a few seconds for Sasha's eyes to adjust. It was as if they had stepped into another world.

To her left were two girls, each had their hands cuffed together and were attached to the wall by a ring above their heads. The one facing her had a rubber object in her mouth, held in place by straps locked at the back of her head. Her only clothing was a pair of light maroon stockings with a deep maroon, silk garter holding them in place, and a pair of six inch maroon stilettos. The second girl was facing the wall, she was encased in a shiny black material, from the hood over her head to the molded stiletto's on her feet. The only skin visible was in the back from her hips to her knees, and that area had been well striped recently by a cane or crop.

Sasha winced slightly at the thought, and turned her attention to the view directly in front of her. Two steps descended into a large public room. Darker there than the room she now was in Sasha concentrated on bringing the view into focus, and unconsciously took a step forward. Michael's hand touched her arm and she stood stock still. Sasha's head lowered just a bit as she cast her eyes to the floor and moved her foot back.

"Good evening, Lord Drakedom," came a familiar female voice to her right.

"Good evening, Abigail," Michael responded, and Sasha's eyes instantly met Abigail's.

"First outing," Abigail remarked, ignoring Sasha's eye contact.

"Yes, it may prove to be a long evening," Michael sighed with exasperation.

Sasha's head dropped.

"Patience Michael," Abigail reminded him, "we have all been there at one time or another." A smile touched the corners of his mouth as he winked at Abigail. "I will speak with you again as the evening progresses," Abigail responded, resting her gloved hand on his arm briefly before she departed.

As Abigail stepped down into the public room, Michael walked over to check his coat. Sasha was watching Abigail, and hadn't notice that Michael had left, but Michael immediately noticed Sasha was not at his heels.

Michael fought the quick anger accompanied with disobeidence, took a deep breath and snapped his fingers loudly. Sasha's head swung around and their eyes met. Michael watched as Sasha sadly hung her head, and waited for his command.

After what seemed an eternity Michael spoke sternly. "Come here."

Sasha slowly moved to the counter.

"Good evening, Rebecca," Michael greeted, turning his back to Sasha.

"Good evening, Lord Drakedo m."

"Have my associates arrived yet?" Michael asked as he removed his jacket.

"Yes Sir. They are seated near the arena," Rebecca answered cheerfully.

"Slave, remove you coat," Michael spoke harshly to Sasha. Wincing at the sound of his voice, Sasha's fingers fumbled with the buttons of the duster.

Taking longer than she wanted, Sasha finally managed to slip the heavy coat off and handed it to Rebecca. Michael then unsnapped the shoulder cape from her collar, fully exposing her breast. Sasha remained still as he handed her cape to Rebecca.

"Now, remove your skirt and hand it to Rebecca," Michael ordered. For a split second Sasha's eyes met Michael's, and she remembered her skirt was the only article of clothing for which he had not provided a lock. "Slave, do as you are told."

Sasha reached behind her back and lowered the zipper of her white suede skirt. Then swallowing the lump in her throat, she slipped her fingers under the waist band, slowly pushing the skirt passed her hips and thighs. Silently stepping out of the skirt she folded it neatly and laid it on the counter for Rebecca.

A woman, dressed in an elegant leather body suit, stopped at the counter. Her black eyes roamed over Sash'a half naked body.

"Nice Michael. Very nice," her deep, throaty voice pentrated Sasha's mind.

Sasha was greatful for the semidarkness as she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Unforunately, the darkness didn't hide the tear that slipped unbidden from her hazel eyes.

"Mistress Melantha, this is my precious pet, Sasha," Michael's gentle voice introduced. His words caressing Sasha's breaking heart. "Be assured of her place at my side," he continued, a silken thread of warning in his voice.

"I shall indeed be watching, Michael," Melantha chuckled threateningly, and gracefully glided toward the public room.

Michael touched his thumb under Sasha's eye, drying her tears. "Are you all right?" he asked softly.

"Yes Master, I am fine," Sasha breathed.

Michael touched his lips to her forhead and whispered, "Good girl." Then reaching into his vest pocket Michael brought the nipple clips and tiny chain into view. "My Pet, I am going to see to it you stay focused for the remainder of the evening," he enlightened, as Sasha gazed at the objects in his open palm.

Michael attached the ring end of each chain to the center ring of Sasha's collar with the extra lock he had dropped in his pocket. Each clip now dangled loosely between her prominet breasts. With the clips resting in the palm of his left hand, Michael's right forefinger eased into the half cup bra of the corset. Expertly lifting the nipple of each breast, which Sasha had so conscientiously tucked out of view, his fingers teasingly fondled the sensitive pink tips. Sasha watched as her nipples became erect, pinched gently between Michael's fingers.

"Look at me, my pet," Michael whispered.

As Sasha's questioning hazel eyes met his, Michael simultaneously attached the clips. Sasha's eyes widened in surprise, and Michael blocked her hands as they darted toward her breast. Sasha tried to shoved his hands aside. Michael immediately pulled the leather paddle from it's boot.

"No," Sasha gasped pleadingly, dropping her hands to her side.

"You will not touch the clips," Michael ordered emphatically. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," she whimpered softly, biting her lip against the intense pain in her nipples.

"The sharpness will be gone in a minute," Michael encouraged.

Sasha gave a slight nod and shifted her weight in the six inch heeled boots. Quickly her expression changed as her legs rubbed together, and Michael smiled.

"Excited?" he whispered, and his blue eyes sparkled.

The paddle still in his hand, Michael tapped the front of her thigh, indicating for her to separate her legs. With a disapproving scowl, Sasha inched her knees apart. Michael's hand skimmed the inside of Sasha's thigh, stopping at her moist pussy.

"Very wet, my Pet," he murmured. Visibly amused, Michael took a tissue from the counter, and dried the tips of his fingers. When he spoke again his voice was firm.

"Sasha, it is time to meet with my associates. You are to do exactly as I say and you are to remain silent, is that clear?"

"Yes Master," Sasha replied, and raising her head and lowering her eyes, Sasha followed Michael down the two steps into the public room.

The table where Michael stopped was along the perimeter of the well lighted arena. Four men and two women were seated about the table. One of the women being Mistress Melantha. At her feet, positioned on all fours were two seemingly well trained female slaves. Each dressed in matching collars, wrist & ankle cuffs, and what appeared to be a tail resting between the cheeks of their ass. Also two of the men had female slaves and one of the men had a male slave perched precariously on a very low three legged stool. The other two female slaves wore outfits similar to Sasha's and they each sat quietly to the left of their masters. Sadly, Sasha did notice that none of the female slaves had nipple clips attached to them.

"Michael, you're late," the oldest gentleman in the group commented. His quick gray eyes humorous, yet tender as he gave Sasha the once over.

"Yes, forgive me Johnathan. I got held up at the door," Michael remarked, then turned his attention to the woman sitting to Johnathan's right. "Galiena," Michael acknowledged and bowed his head slightly. "It is good to see you."

"Thank you, Michael. Who is the one who shadows you?" Galiena's mystical voice touched Sasha's senses, and she raised her eyes to gaze on a vision of loveliness.

The briefest of signals from Galiena and Sasha quickly lowered her dark lashes.

"This is my play pretty, Sasha," Michael introduced. Sasha didn't flinch as Michael's words sent a shriver over her body, making her keenly aware of the clips on her nipples.

"She is obviously new to the *scene*," Melantha commented to the group. Sasha noticed Michael tense slightly at the comment and wondered what hold this woman had over him.

"We were all new at one time," Michael responded dryly, remembering Abigail's comment.

"Sit Michael," Johnathan broke in, "we have others matters to discuss."

Michael seated himself, then arranged a chair to face the arena for Sasha. Sasha's bare bottom touched the cool wood of the chair and the muscles of her pussy tightened. Heat washed through her body, immediately followed by a chill, again making her aware of the clips fastened tightly to her nipples.

Sasha began to shift about in her chair as she watch the first Master enter the arena and begin to position his slave. Galiena gave an inconspicuous nod toward Sasha and Michael gave a tug to the chain of the nipple clips. Instant pain, followed by increased wetness settled Sasha securely on the chair.

Sasha watched as the Master attached nipple clips to his slave and automatically her hand moved to ajust the discomfort she was feeling. Michael's hand dropped to her knee in warning, and Sasha gave a slight huff, just loud enough for him to hear. Michael instantly redirected his attention to Sasha. Grasping her wrist he jerked it behind her back, twisting her around on the chair as he did so.

"Give me your other wrist," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Sasha heard the unmistakable click.....click of each wrist collar being attached to the silver D ring on the back of her corset.

"Turn around and watch the arena," Michael ordered. Sasha turned around, but her head remained down. Michael's lips touched the edge of her ear as he whispered, "Watch the arena, or I will punish you here and now."

Sasha's head came up, her defiant hazel eyes fixing on the center of the arena. Without warning Michael removed the nipple clips. Sasha pressed her bottom tightly into the chair as blood surged into her nipples. Then as quickly as the clips were removed, Michael clamped them on again. Sasha's head dropped, a muffled whimper escaping her lips as the clips bit down. Michael took hold of her chin, forcing her to face him; Sasha refused to make eye contact. At the same moment Michael reached for his leather paddle

Abigail's gloved hands began to massage his neck and shoulders.

"Michael," Abigail's soft voice broke the deafening silence at the table. "There's some friends here I would like you to meet."

Michael hesitated, took a ragged breath and pushed his chair back. Sasha watched as Michael followed Abigail to a nearby table.

"Michael, these are some lovelies I have been training," Abigail informed loud enough for Sasha to hear. "I thought you might like to look them over. Possibly, one will be to your liking."

"Abigail...." Michael started to protest.

"Michael, just stand there and appear to be interested," Abigail instructed quietly. "Now, this one I call Aislynn" she announced loudly, and urged the voluptuous beauty to her feet. "She is quick to learn and very compliant. This one I call Jocasta," Abigail continued, moving around the table, managing to keep Michael positioned with his back to Sasha.

Sasha sat and watched as each girl wiggled about in front of Michael. To appease Abigail, Michael appraisingly fondled each slave with apparent interest--straightening a harness strap, tightening a corset lace, gently swapping a bare ass.

"Abigail," Michael began to grumbled again.

"Michael, turn around and look at your precious one now," Abigail whispered. Michael turned around, his blue eyes piercing the distance between them. The corner of Sasha's mouth was turned down, tears bordered her lashes and her warm hazel eyes told him everything she felt.

"Thank you Abigail," Michael whispered, without taking his eyes off Sasha.

...to be continued tomorrow.