Brad drove up to the circular drive and parked the car. Leaving the keys and luggage behind, he came around to my side of the car and took my hand as I climbed out.
"You’re not nervous are you?" he asked, sliding his hand along my lower back as we walked toward the front door.
I reached up and touched the leather collar lightly, feeling the pendant bounce against my skin as I walked.
"Just a little."
"Don’t worry," he chuckled. "No one will bite you." He reached over and rang the doorbell and then leaned in toward my ear to whisper. "Unless I tell them to."
Brad had just planted a light kiss on my ear lobe when the door opened and young waif-like girl stood naked before us. My eyes were drawn to the chains that ran between her two nipple rings and up to her collar. I stared at the place in the nipples where the metal disappeared and wondered why she showed no sense of pain. Her nipples were hard and stood out much more than mine ever had and I wondered if that was why she adorned them so.
"Hello Bridget," said Brad, pressing me forward into the entryway of the house.
"Sir," she answered, bowing her head and standing back to the side. She closed the door after Brad and spoke again without making eye contact with either of us. "The others are out by the pool, Sir. Shall I take you that way?"
"Yes, we’ll go say hello before freshening up."
She turned on a quick heel and walked gracefully in front of us. Another chain looped around her waist and down between her legs. I watched the chain move along the crack of her ass as she led the way to the pool. The house was elaborately decorated with a mixed theme of modern and African art. A staircase lined both sides of the large living room and led presumably to different wings of the house. The entire outer wall of the room encased windows that looked out to the pool and expansive grounds beyond. There appeared to be a dozen or so people in and around the pool as we neared. At first glance, they all appeared to be naked.
I looked over at Brad who was walking just behind me to make a quiet remark. "I guess there was a reason you didn’t tell me to pack a swim suit."
"You’ll be fine," he assured me, as we walked through the door and out onto the patio.
We stopped and waited as Bridget made her way around the patio to find Warren. He was at the far end sitting naked on a lounge chair next to a older brunette woman who waved at us when Bridget announced our arrival.
"That’s Marsha," explained Brad. "She’s a very good friend of Warren’s and a dominatrix in her own right. Those are her two male slaves in the deep end of the pool." I followed his eyes two young black men playing some type of water basketball. Marsha cheered them on when one would make a basket. Warren stood and slipped on a robe before heading toward us.
Several other chairs were occupied along the pool and three females floated naked on air mattresses in the shallow end. As if to answer my unspoken question, Brad continued.
"The man on this side of Marsha is Peter. He’s married to the woman sitting next to him, Gretchen. They own two slaves – Mary, who is on the blue air mattress over there, and Luis, who is laying on the towel next to Gretchen."
"They own them?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well, as much as you can own anyone, I guess. They have a legal contract of services with them."
"Brad," greeted Warren, extending his hand. "Joni, I’m so glad you came."
"You have a beautiful place," I said, wondering if I too was to remain silent like Bridget.
"Thank you," said Warren, and then he turned to Brad. "I’m glad you got up here early. We’re all just relaxing by the pool and letting the slaves play a bit before the festivities start tonight. Would you like some iced tea or soda?"
"Ice tea sounds great," answered Brad, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded in agreement and Warren went over to the bar to pour a couple of glasses.
Two middle-aged men sat under an umbrella on the opposite side staring at a chessboard. One of them waved a Brad.
"That’s Vince," explained Brad as he waved to him. "He’s married to Barbara, whose great ass is sticking up on that orange float over there. They're just a normal married couple most of the time, but when they play, she is usually the submissive."
"Usually?" I asked.
"Some people like to switch off," he explained. "Be a bottom one day and a top the next."
"I’m not sure I could do that."
"Not everyone can."
"Here you go," said Warren, handing us two ice cold drinks.
"Who is the guy playing chess with Vince?" asked Brad.
"Oh that’s Walter. Vince asked me to invite him. I guess he wants to experience being a bottom. I figured Marsha might make him think twice about it with that crop of hers."
I remained silent, sipping my iced tea as the two of them laughed. Marsha cheered as another basket was made.
"She certainly does enjoy those two," sighed Warren.
"Oh, I think it’s mutual," replied Brad. "Is that your new protégé on the red float?"
"Yes, that’s Miranda," answered Warren. The woman was laying face up on the float, her blond hair in a bun on top. Her breasts were so large and firm that I wondered if they were fake. Her bottom was completely shaved. It was the first time I had ever seen that on a grown woman. "Bridget is giving me a hell of a time though whenever she is here."
"She hasn’t learned to enjoy her companion yet, huh?"
"No, not even close. She still feels threatened by her."
"And how does Miranda feel about her?" asked Brad.
"She doesn’t understand why Bridget doesn’t like her. She’s a very sweet girl… very sensual… only wants to please… even Bridget."
"I won!" yelled one of the slaves playing basketball. Marsha applauded and waved them in.
"Well it will be interesting to see what prize Johnny chooses," commented Warren.
"Oh?" asked Brad. "What are the choices?"
"Marsha said the winner could choose between eating her or letting the loser suck his cock."
"Tough choice for Johnny," chuckled Brad. "James is pretty good."
I looked over at Brad momentarily wondering if James had actually sucked his cock. He didn’t look over and acknowledge me, but watched the two swimmers climb out of the pool and dry off. They were both about the same medium build, but very muscular and well formed. Marsha laughed and threw her head back as the winner lowered her lounge chair a couple of notches and then quickly took his place between her legs. She stroked his hair lovingly as his tongue lapped the folds of her pussy. She snapped her fingers and the other slave starting kissing and sucking on her nipples.
I found it hard to stand motionless while she moved sensually beneath their mouths. Even from our distance we could hear her gentle moans and purring. The others looked over briefly and then went back to their conversations. Except for Walter to sat watching them. His cock stood rigid beneath the chess table and he stroked it lightly as he watched the trio across the pool. Vince was concentrating on his next move and seemed oblivious to Walter’s excitement.
Marsha’s moans became more exaggerated as the two slaves worked her over and I wondered if she were about to come. I felt as if she were bringing us all along for the ride as her moans got louder.
"She does put on a good show, doesn’t she?" commented Warren.
"Oh yes," agreed Brad. "There’s a little exhibitionist in her."
She grabbed both heads that were working over her body and shook beneath them as she came. I heard myself let out a little gasp as she came, and Warren put his arm around my waist to steady me.
"I think Joni has a little voyeurism in her," said Warren. "My guess is that she’s quite wet from watching Marsha and her boys."
Brad smiled, but didn’t say anything and neither did I. I tried to look away from the scene and found myself focused on Walter who sat frozen with a tight grip around his hard cock. I’m sure if he had been alone, he would have jerked off watching them.
Marsha kissed both her slaves when they finished and then rose from her chair to put on a silk robe. She appeared to be in her forties, with a well-kept body that was very lean and tan. She headed toward us with the two slaves in tow. I was surprised when Warren didn’t release his grip around my waist.
"Brad," purred Marsha, as she put her arms around his neck and gave him a wet kiss on the mouth. I immediately despised the way she flaunted herself in front of me. "It’s always good to see your handsome face."
"I see you’re already enjoying yourself," mused Brad.
"Just rewarding Johnny for a job well done," she explained, while looking over at me. "And who’s this newbee?" She wasn’t winning me over with her look of superiority.
"This is Joni," explained Brad before Warren interrupted.
"I think Joni got a little excited watching all that fun you were having." I hated the fact that he was letting her know about my little outburst. "I was just betting Brad here that she had a nice little puddle between her legs."
"You always did like the messy ones, Brad," she said, poking a finger into his chest. "Would you like one of my boys to clean her up for you?" They both stood quietly behind her, waiting for her command.
I could hear my heart beating as her words sank in. I looked over at Brad, trying to stay calm, and yet trying not to encourage her suggestion.
"Maybe later," suggested Brad. "I think we’ll get settled in first."
"As you wish," she said, brushing him off. "I think I need a nap after that hot sun. I’ll see you all at dinner."
"Have a nice rest," said Brad.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she said turning toward the chess game. "Walter! Come here please."
"Uh oh," chuckled Warren.
Walter’s cock was still half erect as he walked in our direction. He was very tall and good looking, probably in his late thirties, but even his walk gave away his timid demure.
"Yes?" he asked looking down at Marsha as he neared.
"Walter, I don’t ever want to see you touching yourself again when I am being pleasured. Do you understand?" Her tone was harsh, but not nearly as severe as the look on her face. His face turned crimson as he stood in front of us.
"Um…ah… yes, Mam," he answered, looking down at his feet.
"You’ll get ten lashes from my cane tonight for that and ten more if you don’t apologize immediately.
"Yes, Mam," he said quickly. "I’m very sorry, Mam."
"Thank you Walter," she said in a softer tone. "You may go."
Walter turned and walked slowly back to the chess table, his head hanging down. Vince was grinning as his opponent returned.
"I see you’re going to give him the whole experience this weekend, Marsha," said Warren.
"We’ll see what he’s got. He’s kind of cute to look at."
"I thought you might enjoy him," agreed Warren.
"Until dinner then, Gentlemen," she said leaving.
I thought it odd that she not say goodbye to me as well, but I guessed the collar around my neck put me in my rightful place in her eyes. A slave. Not an equal. It was a part of the role I was beginning not to like.
"Shall I have Bridget show you to your room?" Warren asked Brad.
"That would be great," agreed Brad. "I think we need to regroup before the evening begins. What time is dinner?"
"Drinks on the patio at 6:30; dinner is at 7:00," replied Warren, finally releasing his grip around my waist. He called into the house for Bridget who came running at her name. She stopped in front of him, her head bowed and eyes at his chest. He stroked her blond hair and let his fingers slide along the chain between her nipples. I watched to see if it would cause her pain, but instead she responded as if it were a caress.
"Would you show Brad and Joni to their room please?" he asked.
"Yes, of course," she offered, starting to turn toward the house.
"And Bridget," he interrupted. "Please be of service to Brad this weekend in whatever capacity he requests of you."
Her cheeks flushed momentarily as she registered his request. "Yes, of course," she whispered.
Brad nodded at Warren and then followed Bridget, taking my hand to follow. She led us up the stairs to the left and down a thick carpeted hallway. We passed three or four doors off to each side until Bridget opened the door to the last room on the left.
"I believe this is your favorite room, Sir," she said, opening the door and standing aside for us to enter. I was surprised to find our luggage stacked at the foot of the bed. "Would you like me to put your things away for you, Sir?"
"No, thank you, Bridget," answered Brad, smiling at her. "I’ll have Joni help me with that."
"As you wish, Sir," she replied. "Is there any other … service I can perform for you then?"
"That will be all for now, thank you."
"Of course, Sir. Please dial 10 if you need me."
I was amazed that she could carry on an entire conversation without ever looking at him. It was almost as if she was extremely shy, but I knew it was more than that. When she left and closed the door behind her, I sat on the bed and looked at Brad, shaking my head slightly and smiling.
"Is that how you expect me to act around you?"
He smiled as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. "You will never be Bridget and Bridget will never be you. Every Dom and Submissive, or Master and slave as some call themselves, have their own relationship. What turns on Warren is not usually what turns on Marsha. What turns on Walter is probably not what turns on you. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"I want you to be you at all times, otherwise you won’t enjoy yourself. It’s my job, and pleasure, to figure out what things you enjoy. I brought you here with me to show you some of the things that I enjoy and to give you an opportunity to explore and find out what things you enjoy. If you find that you enjoy calling me Sir, then by all means, feel free to follow that whim."
I chuckled out loud at the thought.
"I didn’t think so," he said. "At least not now." He reached up and put his finger into the ring that held the pendant on the collar and pulled me close to his lips. He held my mouth there for a moment, not kissing me, but holding me ready to receive his lips. I could feel his breath on my face and stared at his lips, waiting for them touch mine.
"But there may come a time," he continued, "when you want something so badly that you’ll beg and call out the strangest terms of endearment for me to get what it is that you want."
He pulled on the collar a fraction more until his lips brushed against mine. I knew better than to assume that I could kiss him and waited patiently for his advancement, my desire growing with each lingering moment.
"Do you understand," he whispered, running his tongue over my bottom lip.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered.
He smiled and then kissed me hard, pressing me back against the bed. Our tongues devoured each other as our hands caressed and stroked. Brad reached under my skirt and slid his hand between my legs until he found the silky pool of wetness Warren had told him was there.
"Oh my," he moaned. "You are a messy one." He slid two fingers up inside me and I begged for more.
"Oh yes," I cried.
"Maybe we should take you down to the pool and clean you off," he suggested. He slid in a third finger and I ground my hips toward his hand pleading for more.
"Oh that feels so good," I moaned.
"Or maybe I should just take you hard right now." He pumped his fingers deep into my pussy and then pulled them out and pinched my clit.
"As you wish, Sir." I started giggling as soon as I said it and quickly clasped my hand over my mouth to hide my laughter.
"Okay," he said, removing his hand and standing up from the bed. "That does it. Stand up here and take off those clothes."
"Yes, Sir," I said, exaggerating the ‘Sir’ and then giggling harder.
I noticed that he no longer laughing and I quickly removed my clothing as he undressed. As soon as I was naked he instructed me to kneel on the bed with my ass to him. He finished removing his clothes and opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. He quickly put it on and then moved in behind me, pulling me back until me knees were near the edge of the bed.
"You got a little smart there, Joni," he said rubbing his hand over my ass. I bit my tongue to keep from giggling and was thinking about saying, "sorry sir," when his hand came down and slapped my ass cheek.
"Ow!" I cried, pulling forward.
He pulled my ass back and slapped the other cheek just as hard. Again I cried out, but didn’t pull away. With one hand he held my hip and the other he moved his cock over my pussy. I pushed back toward him for more.
"You’re such a greedy thing," he whispered, sliding the head of his cock into my pussy.
"Oh yes," I agreed.
"And so disrespectful, aren’t you?" He slapped my ass hard, but instead of pulling away from him I pushed back and let his cock fill me.
"Yes!" I cried.
He withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside and then slapped my other cheek hard. Again I pushed back to receive his cock.
"You’re so greedy," he repeated, pulling his cock back out. I knew the only way I would get it again was when he spanked me. Soon he built up a rhythm of thrusts combined with spanks that drove me crazy. I wanted his hard cock, and even to some extent his spanking, but the combination was more than I could take. I started to pull away from him, but he only increased how hard he fucked me.
"Oh please," I pleaded. "Let me go,"
"No, you’re going to take your punishment, aren’t you?"
"Yes," I whimpered, still pulling away.
He pushed me forward onto the bed and fell on top of me, pushing his cock deep inside. I begged for more. He pulled my hair back to the side and breathed heavily onto the back of my neck.
"Now what do you want?" he hissed.
"You," I begged.
"And who do you belong to?" he asked, thrusting his cock in again.
"You." I squeezed my legs against him and felt myself ready to come. "Oh God… please… don’t stop."
"Will you do what I ask of you tonight?"
I had no idea what he meant. I always tried to do what he asked. Whatever it was he was going to ask me to do, it had to be worth coming at that moment.
"Yes, anything," I begged.
"Anything?" he repeated.
"Yes!"
He reached beneath me and put his hand under my clit and pushed against it as he thrust his cock in deeper.
"Come on me," he whispered, biting at the back of my neck. "Come on my hand."
I screamed into the mattress as the orgasm rolled through my body. Brad was calling out in his own release, words I never comprehended, but similar sounds. Our bodies rocked together for a long time with no thoughts of pulling apart until Brad awoke from the tingling of his hand that had gone numb beneath me. Instead of swimming, we too decided a nap before dinner was needed.