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4/9/2018 6:19:26 AM

It was a Sunday morning. The key turned quietly and the door opened slowly and I stepped into the hall. The slave couple were sitting in the living room, Jen was on the floor reading a newspaper and John was fiddling with the Tv remote control. Suddenly, they both turned to look at me and they froze like they had seen a ghost! Immediately there were whinging apologies from Jen and John for being caught unawares as they frantically rushed around to prepare the room for their session. Jen, the most submissive of the 2 quickly opened her shoulder length hair which was tied and swung her head so that it settled open on top of her shoulders. John started moving furniture out of the way to make room for them both to start the session?all the time keeping their eyes on me. Jen gave me one terrified look thru here glasses and started moving towards the bedroom till with her eyes on me, saying ?Really sorry sir, I will be right back!? as she ran in to prepare for my arrival. John had the look of terror and plead on his face as he realized that it had been a few mins since I arrived, he was still clothed and I had not said a word! John quickly got out the customized contraption with a big dildo mounted vertically that they had been ordered to procure and moved it to the center of the room. John started pulling his clothes off and kicked them away as far as possible. Jen came out of the room looking stressed and only dressed in a neon red mankini and light makeup to make those dark eyes. Her 36D breasts and dirty blonde hair swung gently as she looked for the best place in the room to take her regulation slave bitch position. She was careful not to touch her breasts as that would be non-compliant in the presence of the Master. Very quickly she took the slave bitch position with arms behind her head and palms locked, shoulders straight and her proud chest out with her nipples developing beautifully and stretching against the fabric of the mankini. Jen had been apologizing every minute that she had been in the room. John was fully naked in the slave bitch position moving up and down on the ass fuckign machine and was soon to reach orgasm (for which he needed approval from the Master if dire consequences were to be avoided). I had been standing there with my hands crossed behind my back observing my worthless slaves scurrying around preparing the scene after my sudden arrival having been disturbed from their relaxing morning coffee. What had gone un-noticed was that I had got out my Cat o? nine tails and was holding it in my hand so that part of it could be seen dangling behind my back. Both slaves (with Masters degrees) had busy jobs (Jen, 32 yrs old, owned her own insurance firm and John, 36, was Partner in a Fintech startup) and needed their weekends to relax. However, it was clear that their privileged, white middle class profile from Buckinghamshire (Gerrards Cross and around) and highly paid professional careers needed some spicing up with their acceptance that they were both extremely submissive and needed a Master like me to help realise their innermost submissive cravings. The only hair they were allowed on their bodies was on the head, eyebrows and eyelashes and were laser shaved otherwise. Jen needed prior approval before any hair dressing activity and Master had to be informed of any overseas trips (business or pleasure). ?Slow down, I want to enjoy you.? I said to John as a slight glistening look developed around the subtle but lovely mound of man-boobs and shapely nipples; perfect dark circle with taut bead over pale white skin?I licked my lips! ?Yes Master!? came the meek reply. Walked up to Jen who gave a slight start as I dropped the hunter quietly next to her and slowly started to collect her hair into a pony tail and pulled it tight with my left hand as the hairs stretched against the taut, spotless neck. ?Permission to touch breast Master?? said Jen in a scared, wimpy voice. On my approval, Jen expeditiously pulled apart the mankini covering her right breast and started squeezing it; in a flowing motion that started from the side of the breast, squeezing the whole breast and ended up pulling at the nipple. For everytime her hair was pulled by the Master, Jen would have to free her hands from whatever it was doing and squeeze her breasts. This would apply even in public places. Master had validated this during a regular meal at a restaurant and a trip in a slightly crowded lift to the looks of amusement around them. ?So how am I going to be compensated for this misdemeanor?? I addressed my pathetic slaves, as I rubbed Jen?s ample arse with my leg.