Asurie's Experiences

Ending # 2: Taylor's Dream

One week later...


"I didn't expect to see you here, dear." Taylor says coolly, leaning on her door frame in her violet dress, staring at the face of Master as he stands on her stoop with a light jacket and a troubled expression.

"I want Asurie back." Master states with a slight shake in his voice.

"We both know Kitten is mine for another week." Taylor says smoothly, getting a grin. "If you're that desperate to get a woman in your bed again, you could always try buying me dinner."

"I mean it, Taylor." Master interjects. "I've been trying to go along with this, but I saw her out back... If you keep this up, she's going to break."

"Dear, that's the whole point of training..." She replies, trailing off for a moment in thought. "...Oh dear, you actually care about her, don't you?" She asks suddenly, lifting an eyebrow. Master grimaces and looks to the side, balling his fist for a second without answering. Taylor's jaw drops and she smiles suddenly, chuckling. "Oh my goodness, you DO. Oh, I thought you were over that by now. I may protect my dear pet, but the last thing I concern myself with is HIS feelings."

"I know." Master says, staring off to the side at the shrubs on the side of her house. "But I can't help that and I know full well that your training will only get worse from here." His head turns and he reaches out, gently taking her hand and looking to her eyes. "I can't have her hurt that badly, please... give her back." Taylor looks down to his hand for just a moment and back up into his dark brown eyes, watching his face brim with concern. Her hand lifts lightly to his cheek and she rests her palm on his face, rubbing soothingly over his skin. Her mind drifts for a moment as she looks over his face and his short, blond hair... What she wouldn't give to have that face and body at her beck and call in the mansion... After a minute, a smirk flashes across her face and she gently pushes his hand off hers.

"My dear... You know how much I like you. So understand that when I say this, I really am thinking of you. I may be a member of the council, but I can't change their decisions. If you go against them and put the community at risk, you're going to regret it... deeply, deeply regret it." Taylor says, crossing her arms slowly, watching his expression change.

"I can handle being kicked out." Master states, shrugging his shoulders. "If we really can't make this discrete, I'll disappear with her by morning." Taylor laughs suddenly and leans on herself.

"Oh come now, you think I'd help you with this if it just meant you disappearing from me forever? Oh no, I fully intend to get something I want out of this, one way or another, dear." She responds, still smirking at his face.

"...Then what do I have to do here, Taylor?" Master asks with a furrowed brow. Taylor brings a finger to her lip to think for a moment.

"How about being my pet for a week?" She asks with a widening grin. Master blinks a single time and recoils a little, looking to her.

"You really never stop, do you?" He says with a look of disbelief.

"I'm afraid not, dear. Those are my terms though. Submit to me and I'll end her training." She states finally. Master shakes his head slowly and looks to Taylor's eyes, the mistress smirking calmly at him. His arms cross and uncross a few times for the next minute, the man staring at the ground in consideration.

"At least I'd know you'd have to be discreet." He mutters, his hand anxiously rubbing his arm as he stares at the ground. Taylor's eyes widen a little, her heart fluttering for a moment suddenly realizing he's seriously considering it. "If we can pull it off... fine. You don't train her while you have me... when the week is up, things just go right back to normal." He manages a weak laugh. "Though, depending on your treatment I may end up leaving town once it's done anyway." With him finished and waiting for a response, it's now Taylor's turn to stare in disbelief. Her stunned look quickly cracks into a disbelieving smile as she leans in a little.

"Oh you're playing a dangerous game, little boy... You'd better give this more thought. ...But if you're still stuck on this misguided mindset of caring for the kitten, come back to the mansion at eight in the morning... sharp." She bites down on her lip, finding her breath shortening. "And be wearing a collar."

"I'll be in touch." Master says with a nod, leaning in and giving her a polite kiss on the back of her hand before turning and heading back to his car. "I'd appreciate it if you'd go easy on her tonight while I think." He calls back as he unlocks the door. Taylor nearly draws blood as she bites on her lip, watching him drive off. As soon as his car leaves the drive she turns around with a bubbly expression on her face and almost a skip in her step. She shuts the door and grins widely, clapping her hands.

"Pet!!" She calls out, her slave's head poking out of the kitchen door in a matter of seconds. "Drop what you're doing and head to the dungeon. Set up another bed at the post and find me a spare leash and tag." She commands. Her pet nods and bows lightly, dutifully heading down the hallway to the dungeon door. Taylor grins and bursts out into the back yard where Asurie is leashed in the fenced area, still in her cat outfit. "Good news, kitten. You're off the hook for tonight." She says with a grin, unleashing the trembling girl from her post and tugging her firmly inside.


The next morning arrives with a predictable knock on the door at eight-o-clock sharp.

"Looks like your training stops today, kitten." Taylor chimes out, getting up from the breakfast table. Asurie blinks up from the floor and wipes her mouth, watching Taylor FINALLY remove the shock harness from the poor girl's hips. The boy toy watches from the opposite end of the chair with curiosity

"W-what? Please don't... joke like that." Asurie replies in a haggard voice, sitting on her legs. "Please, I accept you own me... but I'm begging you, please stop screwing with my head." She pleads out, looking up to Taylor with a weak gaze.

"Ooohh, normally I'd punish you for making such a facetious request. But I'm quite serious, Asurie. You're still mine of course, but as far as punishments go, you're off the hook." Taylor states with a laugh, getting right up and practically floating as she heads out of the dining room.

"...What the hell is going on...?" She asks the young man who promptly shrugs, equally confused. The two slaves sit up slowly and walk to the kitchen door, peeking out from the doorway, watching Taylor rush to the front door. As they watch, the mistress grins and flings the front door open, staring Master in the face, eyes fixing on his small leather collar.

"Right on time... good boy." Taylor coos, gripping his arm and tugging him right into the mansion, shutting the door behind him, Asurie gasping quietly at the sight.

"I hope you went easy on her last night-" Master starts out but he quickly finds a finger planted over his lips.

"Oh dear, that won't do at all. I can't have my newest pet talking all firmly and stoically to his owner now can I?" Taylor says with a grin. She slips behind Master in a flash and presses against his back, lifting a ball gag up in front of his face with both hands. "Don't worry dear, I took it easy on her. Now open wide..."

"...Thank you." Master says amidst a sigh as he opens his mouth up. Taylor shivers against his back and grins, slipping the red rubber ball past his lips and locking the strap behind his head tightly.

"And that's the last time you'll be able to talk for a long time..." Taylor coos out, sliding her left hand down his chin and her right down his side. With a swift movement, she gives him a firm spank and grips his bottom, growling a little hungrily. "Now strip. It's time to get my new toy in costume..." She says, releasing his bottom and heading straight to the closet. Master bites down on the gag for a second and calmly starts to tug his shirt off, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Asurie swallows, still watching from the doorway, staring at her Master as he pulls off his shoes and socks and shifts out of his pants, his eyes squinted just a little in thought, clearly rethinking this for a moment. As soon as he's stripped bare, his head lifts from staring at the floor to see Taylor standing at the closet door, eyes fixed on him and drinking in the sight with a dark grin, her finger tracing slowly up the length of a slick, four inch dildo with a dog tail on the end of it. After a few seconds she licks her lips and starts walking towards him slowly. "Hands on your head. Now then... I've got my dog... and I've got my kitten..." She coos to him, sliding like a snake behind him as he puts his hands on his head and grips his hair in preparation. "So I think you... I will refer to as my bitch." She growls in his ear, pressing the tip of the dildo to his bottom and easing it slowly inside. Master's eyes squint and he groans through the gag painfully for every inch the mistress forces him to take, gasping suddenly as his bottom closes tight on the tail. His head turns towards Taylor with a slight glare in eyes, Taylor simply grinning at his face. "I'm sure you expected nothing less from me, dear... Now then, let's get you ringed so I can use you properly." She coos in his ear and slips her arms around his hips, a hand pressing below his belly and a second wrapping slowly around his semi erect member, stroking it slowly. "Oh kitten!" Taylor calls out, Asurie gasping and ducking back in the kitchen in a big hurry, responding from behind the door.

"Yes madam?" She calls out, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"If you're going to watch the whole time, I think it's proper you join in. Come suck your old master and help me ring him." Taylor states rather firmly, Master groaning through the gag as her hand continues to work. Asurie swallows tightly and blushes, stepping out of the kitchen slowly and walking towards the two, eyes fixed on the ground. Master's head turns and he stares at Taylor with a stern look in his eyes. The mistress laughs and releases his shaft, spanking him firmly and gripping his bottom again, scolding him. "Don't give me that look, my little bitch. I keep my promises. I won't break her or train her anymore, but I fully intend to use her as long as I have the opportunity." Asurie sinks to her knees and blinks, looking up to Master's face from his feet.

"Promise...? What did you do?" Asurie asks him with a confused look. In an instant, Taylor's fingers snap firmly in front of the girl's face and points to his shaft. The girl jumps a little from the snap and swallows, steeling herself and gently getting a grip on her Master's leg, slipping her mouth gently over his shaft. He lets out a muffled and quiet moan as he feels her lips wrap around him, Taylor teasingly giving the tail inside him a slow twist.

"I suppose you'll find out eventually kitten... Your little owner here just couldn't bare to have you in my clutches... so he made a trade. I stop breaking you in and he becomes mine for the rest of your training time." Taylor coos out, keeping her eyes on the girl's head as it slides back and forth along his shaft "This is the last time I'm allowing him to freely cum, kitten. You may want to make it good." The mistress laughs to herself and gives the tail another twist, causing him to moan a bit harshly. He looks down to Asurie's face and catches her eyes, the girl looking up to him a little guiltily. The kitten's cheeks flush red and she faces forward again quickly, sucking and licking his shaft tenderly, actually taking Taylor's advice out of guilt. As she swirls her tongue warmly and tightly around his shaft, the Master lets out another moan through the gag, a hand resting on her shoulder to massage it gently. That only lasts a moment, however, as Taylor quickly snags a hold of both of the man's wrists and tugs them firmly behind his back. He blinks in a bit of shock and bites down on the gag, feeling the mistress clutch his upper arms together behind his back and wrap them tightly in leather straps. Taylor purrs at the sight and slides a hand up his neck and cheek with a blindfold in her hand as well, the master gasps for a second before it's tugged around his eyes tightly, robbing him of his sight. Asurie glances up and whimpers from guilt, seeing him blinded and she leans in further, easing him into her throat, suckling a bit tighter. Master soon finds himself panting through the gag, reaching his edge as Taylor playfully tugs back and forth on the tail plug. After a deep moan, he twitches and arches his back, a warm load of cum pouring into Asurie's mouth. The kitten blushes red and swallows it down as it spurts, keeping her lips on him until he's done. Her job ends abruptly though as a light finger snap is heard in her ear. She slides her mouth off him and turns her head, seeing Taylor lightly dangling a leather cock ring on her finger.

"..Sorry Master." Asurie says, lifting his still erect shaft in her hand and wrapping the ring tight around the base of his shaft. He groans, feeling his base gently squeezed and a tingle go through his hips.

"His name is Aaron, kitten. You won't be calling him master again for a while." Taylor interrupts, attaching a leash to Aaron's collar and tugging him suddenly towards the dungeon. "Now come this way, bitch. It's time you learned just how I use my pets... Kitten, Toy, come." From behind the kitchen door, Taylor's toy pushes open the kitchen door with a worried look and nods his head, following her towards the dungeon, just a little ahead of Asurie. The four of them descend rather haphazardly down the stairs, Aaron needing a second to find his footing on the steps though Taylor tugs his leash the moment he falls behind. Finally the mistress pulls him over to a familiar table and pushes him over the edge, locking his ankles, waist and thighs to the wood and resting his head in a pillory which she promptly shuts and locks. Aaron bites down nervously on the gag and groans, feeling the dildo tail slowly pulled out. "Kitten... remove his gag and sit at his face."

"...Yes madam." Asurie responds with a worried tone of voice. She looks guiltily at her former master bent over the table for a moment before reaching down and removing the gag from his mouth. He takes a few deep breaths and licks his lips before speaking.

"Taylor you- AH!!" A sharp, stinging pain suddenly shoots through his bottom as Taylor smacks him with a riding crop.

"No talking. Kitten, get his mouth busy right now." Taylor says with a grin as she ties her dress to the side. Asurie jumps a little from the sound of the smack and quickly nods, sitting up carefully in front of Aaron's face and sliding lightly forward, pressing her slit against his mouth. Her cheek flush from the feeling and the sight of his mouth hesitantly opening up to cup her opening. She shivers and glances up to Taylor, eyes widening a little as she watches the mistress ease the pleasure end of a strap on that's at least as large as her master inside of herself. The mistress moans gently as she secures it and grins, looking to her boy toy and gesturing to the table. The young man blinks and quickly fetches a bottle of lube from the table, handing it to her in a hurry.

"F-forgive me mistress, but... that's the size you usually use on me..." They young man protests in his soft voice, looking down to the strap on as his mistress calmly coats its surface.

"That's an hour in the box for questioning me, pet." The mistress says calmly, hand stroking her attachment slowly. After a second she bites her lip with a grin. "Actually, I have a better idea. Remove your ribbon and the kitten's tail and go rut with her freed up hole. It's time we showed these two how different this house is..." She trails off and runs a hand down Aaron's bottom, staring and savoring the sight as the tip of the toy presses to his exposed, virgin hole. Asurie blushes red and takes a hold of her former master's head to hold herself steady against his face, as the boy toy very, very gently eases the cat tail from her bottom and coats his own stiff member in lube.

"I'm sorry..." The young man whispers in Asurie's ear, affectionately wrapping his arms around her waist in a hug as his tip prods her bottom. The girl's cheeks flush red and she grips Aaron's hair suddenly, her insides getting sudden torrent of hot, panicked breaths from his mouth as the mistress gets a firm grip on his hips and starts angling her hips.

"It's alright." She whispers back, not wanting him to feel guilty and a very small part of her a bit excited. Asurie bites down tightly on her lip and stares down at master's head, stuck in her grasp as she waits. She soon moans out, the boy toy and the mistress both sliding forward at the same time. Aaron immediately starts to rattle the table, gasping and groaning painfully against Asurie's insides as he's impaled, inch by inch. Asurie though, moans out hungrily along with Taylor as the young man easily slides into her bottom. She blushes red and turns her head back towards the young man, the two of them staring at each other for a second before kissing each others lips quickly. The mistress doesn't notice however, far too engrossed in her prize, savoring the sight of the last bit of the toy disappearing into Aaron's hole. Taylor moans luxuriously and grinds against his bottom for a moment, hands rubbing his sides as she drinks in the feeling.

"Oh... I've wanted you this helpless for a long time..." Taylor coos out, her hands caressing his immobile hips for a moment before she starts to pull the toy back and thrust. "Now make sure your little kitten enjoys herself. If I cum before her, I plan on having a round two..." She threatens and licks her lips, lightly slapping against his hips. Aaron's cheeks flush red from the stimulation and a shudder goes up his body. It only takes a few seconds for his tongue to go right to work, lapping inside Asurie's slit with abandon.

"Master!!" The girl gasps and squeals from the sudden rush of pleasure, the boy toy thrusting slickly in her bottom as Aaron's tongue swirls inside her. She trembles and grips her former master's hair a second time, cooing as affectionate kisses are planted on the back of her neck and two soft hands reach up to caress and massage her bare breasts. Her eyes glaze over a little from the full wave of stimulation running through her body and a small smile cracks over her face. She can tell this is the first time in a very, very long time that the boy toy has been able to actually have someone like this, his motions may be gentle but his hips tremble with eagerness against her bottom as he tries to steady his thrusts and rub against just the right spots. As usual, the young man is good at what he does and only a few minutes pass before Asurie moans out in ecstasy, forgetting all about her master's humiliation and instead grinding her hips wantonly against his face as the boy toy's thrusts pick up in speed.

"He's not your master, kitten. He's my little bitch now." Taylor coos out and grins, reaching down to trace a finger up Aaron's shaft. "A bitch who is sooo stiff from his new mistress pounding him." She teases, pinching the tip of his bound shaft as she picks up the pace. A wide grin quickly forms on her face as she hears Aaron let out a heavy and labored moan and sees his shaft throb in its harness. She licks her lips and traces the finger down his spine instead, thrusting faster and faster against his helpless bottom. "I bet you thought it would be all pain..." She whispers as she hunches over his back, gripping his hips tight. Feeling herself on edge, Taylor starts pounding in earnest, letting out long, sustained moans the more she thrusts. Asurie too moans with abandon, feeling herself edge along with the boy toy until Aaron's tongue suddenly stops licking inside her. The kitten looks down in confusion and flushes red, seeing him gasping and moaning crazily, Taylor's hand having shakily reached for his ring.

"Oh... Aaron..." She whispers between gasps, seeing her former master tremble and quake in the harnesses, cum gushing wildly from his tip into the collector beneath the table. A few moments pass before Aaron's head is clear enough to regain control of his mouth. He dizzily laps at Asurie's insides again, making the kitten gasp and tremble as she comes right back to her edge. As she feels herself peak though, she watches the opposite end of the table at Taylor who throws her head back and moans out, grinding against his bottom crazily. Her heart sinks a bit for him but her thoughts are soon robbed as a wave of pleasure floods her senses, the boy throbbing and flooding her ass with a long held back load. She droops her head and shudders, climaxing powerfully, her juices dripping down her former master's face. For a time, the four of them simply pant, coming down off of their respective orgasms slowly. It's Taylor that is first to speak of course, cooing out and massaging Aaron's bottom, leaning in to get near his ear.

"Oh dear... My poor thing got distracted... Such a pity." She says smoothly, her hand giving his shaft a few merciful strokes as her hips ease backwards and begin to thrust slowly once again. The helpless Aaron can only let out a painful and weak moan as he feels it slide, barely having the energy to lick his lips.

"So.. sorry master.." Asurie whispers as she trembles lightly, the boy toy painlessly sliding from her ass. Almost by instinct she turns her head and locks the young man in a kiss on the lips. He trembles for only a second before returning the kiss to her passionately. Across the table Taylor watches the two of them with a light grin, a wicked tingle going up her spine.

"Now then Kitten... there's a spare toy on the table. You two switch places." She chimes out, thrusting her hips...




One week later...

A man with short, brown hair opens the door to Taylor's mansion, letting himself in. Immediately he smirks, seeing two slaves on their knees in front of the door, Asurie with her kitten ears and tail and the boy toy with his dog ears and tail.

"Greetings Master Richards. Mistress Taylor awaits your arrival in the dungeon." The boy toy says softly, looking up from his spot on the floor.

"She has instructed us to offer to suck you off before your meeting. Would you like one or both of our mouths?" Asurie asks with a blush, both she and the toy opening their mouths wide.

"Later. I need to talk to your owner." The man says with a smirk as he pushes past the two of them, heading right for the dungeon door. As it shuts, the two slaves look to each other and blush, sitting against the wall. Asurie leans into the young man's arms and he pulls her close to him, sweetly kissing her cheek and caressing her stomach.

"Mistress has been sloppy with security since she got her claws on him..." He says quietly into her ear.

"Sshhh... We'll escape together when the time is right. Let's just enjoy this for now..." Asurie whispers. The two of them smile and look at each others eyes and lean in, sharing a long, uninterrupted kiss.

"I see the training with the girl took." Master Richards says as he reaches the last step of the dungeon, spying Taylor standing over Aaron, bound naked and sitting on a large vibrator on the floor, back strapped to a pole, blindfolded and gagged.

"As if there was any doubt." Taylor coos, turning and walking over to the fellow council member. "But I'm sure you read my letter by now. I take it you're here to personally hand me the papers?"

"Astute as always. We all agreed that a master who was willing to free a slave into the world is far too big a liability and, as usual, your unorthodox suggestion was far less paperwork than excommunicating him. It's the council's decision to revoke his citizenship of the community." The master says, handing her a few signed forms, looking to Aaron with a piteous laugh. "Just another sad soul we kidnapped now. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun training him." He finishes and turns, heading back up the dungeon stairs. "See you at the next party."

"It will be ball, dear." Taylor responds with a grin. As soon as he's out of sight, her sly smirk fades and quickly turns into a look of unrestrained excitement. She drops the papers and frantically stumbles out of her dress to reveal her completely bare form, save her high heels. With a blushing and quivering face, she lowers herself eagerly down on Aaron's erect shaft, moaning out desperately as she settles and grinds into his lap. Already short of breath, she lets out sweet little whimpers as she slides herself up and down his shaft, kissing his cheek lovingly as she whispers in his ear. "Oh sweet little Aaron... I'm so, so sorry. But I couldn't let you go." She coos out, pressing herself against his bare form wantonly and sliding her hips faster, listening to the weak but deep moan escape out of his gag. "But don't worry... You're going to be my most treasured possession... And I'm going to take such wonderful care of you... my little slave I've wanted for so long..."