Asurie's Experiences

“…I am pleased, pet.” Master says calmly, nodding at his shirt from last night, now cleaned and ironed out. “I must admit, I was surprised when you offered to do the laundry out of the blue like that. I won’t delude myself thinking you felt guilty for spitting on my shirt, but none the less you did a fine job.” With a nod, Master folds up his shirt and walks to his dresser, Asurie standing nearby with a smile on her face, hiding tightly clenched teeth. The fact that he’s not questioning her motives any more than he already is is a good thing, but she’d really hoped he’d leave his keys in his pocket that day. Him being forgetful isn’t exactly unheard of… guess luck wasn’t on her side last night. She sighs in her head as she stands in front of him, trying to present herself as obedient, eyes occasionally scanning the room for sharp objects. “I’m leaving for a trip today, pet. Since I’d rather not come home and walk into a deathtrap when I get in the front door…” Master continues, shooting a light glare that makes Asurie jump for a second. “…and since I can’t… and since I’d rather not lock you in the basement the entire time, I’m going to keep you in the care of a friend of mine. I’ve told them not to harm you… if you behave of course.” Asurie swallows at that statement as Master closes up a suitcase. “Now then, we’ll be leaving in about a half an hour. Can I trust you in the car ride or am I going to take more… elaborate measures?” The girl blinks a few times, getting a bad memory of a trunk ride and she shakes her head quickly. Master smirks and picks up his suitcase, heading to the door. “Front door in ten minutes.”

“Yes master!” She says quickly, watching him head out the door. She scratches her head curiously for a moment as she heads to her room. This trip could go any number of ways for sure… If the party the other day was any indication, he has all manner of friends. Hopefully he’s not talking about the man with a penchant for whips and spanking. That could go south very quickly. Of course, if there’s a hands-off rule which was sort of implied, how hard could behaving be? She considers that for the moment as she packs up a few things and leaves the room, trying to see if he’s left the kitchen door unlocked this time before arriving at the front door. She walks to master’s side and sighs inwardly, standing still while he slips a collar around her neck. Again she forces a smile, part of her truly detesting the collar while part of her can sort of get why he thinks it’s necessary after the last two incidents. She gets into the front seat with a rapidly fading smile and sits back with a quiet sigh as Master hops in the drivers seat and starts the car. The trip is decidedly not-talkative. Asurie spends most of the trip staring longingly at the window as the forest stretches onward. She muses for a few minutes about what’s beyond the forest… how close the nearest town is… if there’s a train station nearby… maybe a gun shop… really the usual stuff. The time seems to fly by until they pull down a dirt road, quickly coming up on a stone wall and an iron fence, beyond which lies a manor. Master hops out of the seat and walks to a small control panel on the side of the gate and taps a few numbers in. Asurie watches him carefully as the gate open, trying to commit the pattern her typed in to memory while he walks back. As she goes over the number in her head, they pull up to the front of the house and park. Master hops out of the seat, apparently content to leave her in the car for now. As he rings the doorbell she quickly checks if he left his keys… no dice… can’t hotwire the car without him noticing… gate closed behind them… damn. Her options drained, Asurie sighs and leans against the car window, staring at the door and waiting for it to be opened. After a few seconds the door creaks open and Master smiles…

“Well you’re looking splendid today.” Master says with a calm smile to… Asurie blinks leans in suddenly, trying to get a better look.

“And you look the same as ever.” A woman in a violet evening gown with black hair down to her legs responds, leaning on the doorway with a smirk. Her somewhat piercing eyes turn towards the car and cause Asurie to blink and sit a little further into her seat from the surprise. “And still acting the same as ever too. I’ll have to change the codes to the front gate before nightfall I guess.”

“For what?” Master asks, glancing back to the car for a second. “For her? Nah, she couldn’t have… I mean she wouldn’t… Hm.” He rubs his chin and lets out a sigh.

“Honestly. I don’t see how you manage to keep a pet in line with your kind of attitude.” She replies as another smirk crosses her face. “Though, if rumors are true, you don’t keep her in line in the least.”

“SHE… is in training” Master retorts defensively, leaning in a bit. “And I can handle her just fine. I trust you can do the same while I’m gone?”

“Ten times better than you, darling.” She replies coolly, leaning on the door and lifting a single finger to her lip with a smile. “Yell you what… I’ll turn her into a perfectly obedient little toy while you’re gone… if you’ll be my pet for a day.” Asurie blinks her eyes at the statement and looks to Master’s rather uncomfortable expression.

“You never stop do you?” He replies, managing a smirk of his own after a second. “I doubt you could anyway, but the arrangement doesn’t change. No punishment unless she misbehaves… and no breaking her, in any form.”

“Stubborn as always…” She says with a shrug. “Sure. I’ll keep her in the cells, show her around… have her meet the toy.”

“I’ll be back the day after tomorrow then. I’ll bring news.” Master says, lightly taking her free hand and kissing the back of it before returning to the car. Somewhere in the back of Asurie’s mind, the image of him doing that was somehow upsetting. Any trace of THAT thought, however, is quickly washed away when Master takes the end of her leash and lightly tugs her out of the car, walking her to the manor door and handing the woman the leash. With a brisk tug, the woman pulls Asurie into the manor and shuts the door, after a brief farewell wave to Master as he climbs into the car. For a moment, Asurie is left standing in a fancy, white foyer, admiring a statue of a man carrying a water pitcher. The manor is… a lot more fancy than Master’s home. As her eyes lift towards a chandelier, she hears a soft click as her collar is removed. She blinks in surprise and turns her head towards the woman holding her collar with a smirk.

“Asurie, yes? I’m Taylor. You can call me madam.” She says as she sets the collar down, the girl a bit too surprised to answer. “You’re not going to give me a reason to put that collar back on you, I trust.” She says smoothly, lifting up a finger to just below Asurie’s chin, staring into her eyes with a gaze so piercing she feels her knees shake for a second. “You’re going to follow me around my house, enjoy the scenery and not cause any trouble. …Because if I get a reason to put the collar back on you, I promise I’m going to make you very, very sorry you did. Do we understand each other?” Asurie blinks a few times and nods lightly, leaning a little backwards. Taylor smiles lightly at her reaction and turns away, starting to walk towards the kitchen, stopping just short of the archway. “Oh. And don’t touch my toy without my permission. Got it?” She calls back with another piercing stare.

“Yes madam.” Asurie responds quickly, a little surprised by the reaction. Actually, the surprises don’t seem to stop in this house. The two of them spend the next hour touring the manor, Asurie being shown every fancy room and told little tidbits of information that she can’t help but feel are coming off as bragging. Regardless, this is a lot different than what she expected. She thought she was going into the care of a guy that would feel her up or toss her right in a cell and forget about her, not wander around a nice manor with a woman. The woman part is especially surprising, a little part of her was hoping Master could never have women friends after the way he treated her… After coming back inside from the outdoor pool (a really NICE outdoor pool), Taylor turns back to her with a slight hint of menace in her eye.

“Well, unlike your master I don’t keep locks on my doors or a special room for my pet. So when I can’t keep my eye on you and when you sleep, you’ll be stored in the dungeon with my toy, understand?” She asks, walking towards what looks like a basement door with a large lock on the front. Asure, having been waiting for the other shoe to drop, nods lightly with a sigh on the inside. “I can see you’re not thrilled. But that’s no reason we can’t have a little fun, now is it?” She says with a grin, pulling open the door and heading down slowly. Asurie looks to the steps leading down, catching sight of a spanking bench in the distance. “Yes, I think it’s going to be quite fun… I’m sure you’re used to seeing men in a much different way…” She finishes as she reaches the bottom step. Asurie steps down behind her and blinks once. The dungeon is rather shockingly similar to Master’s in that there are rather fiendish looking contraptions and braces strewn about the wide floor. The only major difference is the rather large cell embedded in the opposite wall with old-fashioned iron bars blocking it. She glances around a little nervously, looking at the devices as Taylor walks towards a large black box. The girl gets a twinge in her stomach, waiting to see what’s inside… Slowly Taylor pulls it open, Asurie’s eyes widening at the sight. A slightly pale young man is inside the box, his arms suspended over his head and locked to the back of the case by two iron braces. Her eyes trace down his body, from his short, curly black hair, past the leather blindfold and ball gag on his mouth, down his terribly thin form… and finally to his member, fully erect and twitching with a little bow of ribbon tied around the top. She arcs her head lightly and notices a slight hum, realizing he’s sitting on some sort of vibrator. A light blush goes across her lips as she hears the young man panting through the gag, little beads of sweat glistening in the overhead lights. “Asurie… meet my toy.” His head lifts weakly upwards at her voice, a weak little whimper coming from his mouth. Taylor grins a moment, looking to where Asurie’s eyes are fixed and reaches down, pressing a finger to the young man’s swelled tip and flicking it lightly. “Cute bow, don’t you agree? Keeps the little pig from making a mess without permission. All I have to do is press the button on it…” She coos out, her finger rubbing the button in the center of the tiny ribbon bow on his shaft. The young man gasps and trembles almost uncontrollably as she puts pressure on the button and his tip. Taylor’s grin widens as she lightly presses his shaft to his bare stomach and very nearly clicks it. Of course, just before it’s pressed she yanks her finger away with a light laugh, leaving the boy’s head to drop and a heavy breath sound through the gag. She grins and lightly bites down on her fingernail, watching the reaction. “Ooooh, I love it when he trembles like that… It’s exquisite how helpless he is.” Her grin widens as she talks, reaching to the side of the box that had been hidden from Asurie up to this point. Asurie blinks, seeing Taylor take a rather fair sized strap on from the side of the box and set it down to her side as she reaches in, turning off the vibrator and freeing the boy’s legs. With a short, sinister laugh she looks up to Asurie, easing the boy’s hips up from the large dildo he was impaled on. “Well… he’s got me in the mood for some fun. I can’t force you of course, but you’re perfectly welcome to join in, if you like.” She says as she unlatches the boy’s hands, causing him to weakly spill into her arms, panting and trembling.

“T-that’s alright, madam.” Asurie says in shock as she watches Taylor run a hand through his hair almost nurturingly before gripping his arm and dragging him to one of the tables.

“Suit yourself… but your presence is hardly going to deter me from using my pet, you understand.” Taylor replies, tossing the young man stomach-first onto a long, thin table with a little board sticking up out of it. She whistles cruelly as he shackles the boy’s legs apart at the end of the table, keeping him bent over and his swelled shaft held in a little groove pointed downwards. With that done, she moves on and opens the board on the table up, resting his neck inside it and locking it closed, his arms bound together down a groove in the table’s surface. The mistress grins and lightly opens up her robes, sliding the strap on up her legs and securing it, letting out a hungry purr as the ‘pleasuring end’ slips inside her. She steps up and traces a finger slowly along his bottom, the young man letting out whimpers through the gag as he feels it trace along his bottom. Asurie’s face flushes red, unable to turn her eyes away from the sight. She watches in a heated fascination as the woman’s hands slap onto the boy’s bottom and pull his cheeks apart. In a single motion, Taylor leans onto the young man’s hips and pushes forward, the strap on easily violating his hole and sliding forward slowly until their hips meet. Asurie shivers, hearing the muffled and heavy groans coming from the boy as Taylor begins to move her hips, sliding in and out of him like a well greased piston. As she thrusts, she lets out a satisfied sigh, turning her head towards Asurie with a smirk. “You know, his head is perfectly free… and the invitation is still open. You think you’ll get another chance like this?” She says temptingly, giving the boy a playful spank as she thrusts, the young man twitching and lightly rattling the table. Asurie swallows for a moment, watching her slow, steady thrusting and blushes deeply. The thought had crossed her mind, admittedly and with the dungeon door sealed and the gate closed, this is probably a bad time to attempt some sort of getaway. She bites down on her lip, starting to consider it. Taylor had been leading her around the house like an honored guest rather than a pet after all… maybe she felt a sort of feminine bond with her that she wouldn’t get in a circle of peers that are primarily male? Heck, maybe if they bonded a little she might help her out in some ways… not to mention, she’d never been on the receiving end of oral.

“Well… Probably not… As long as it’s ok with you.” Asurie replies, biting down on her lip. Taylor’s smile widens and she politely extends her hand to the other end of the table, her thrusting not missing a beat. Truth be told, seeing the young man naked and wanting had gotten her just a little heated. With a swallow, Asurie walks to the other end of the table, seeing the boy’s head basically resting in the center of a seat carved in the table. With a piteous look her hand gently rests on the boy’s cheek, feeling him moan weakly with each of Taylor’s thrusts. Carefully she reaches behind his head and unfastens the ball gag, lightly resting it on the side, causing the young man to gasp out, gulping full breathes down as fast as he can. She watches with a blush as he composes himself, his unfettered pants sounding positively effeminate. After a few moments of this, another slap sounds from his bottom, Taylor giving him a sound spank and rubbing his bottom with a grin.

“Well pet, we have a guest. You’re not planning on disappointing me, are you?” She says with a widening grin. “I might be tempted to give you some release if you do a good job…” Asurie blushes at the statement and looks down at the boy. She watches as he swallows hard and lets out a weak moan before his mouth opens wide, just waiting. Far too late to back out now, Asurie swallows and lifts her skirt up, straddling the chair for a moment before sitting down in the carved out seat, her slit sliding perfectly against his wide open mouth. She hears him whimper for just a second and she slides her skirt to the side, lightly shifting against his maw to get comfortable. She feels the boy take a deep breath against her skin and soon her folds are encased in a steaming hot breath and a slick, firm tongue gently eases up her opening to her clit. Her entire body shivers for a moment and she gasps. Yes, she thinks, this is definitely a new experience. She leans back on her arm for a moment, watching his blindfolded head in fascination as she feels his tongue glide up and down her folds at just the perfect speed to ease her into the feeling. Taylor laughs lightly and smirks over to her, giving the boy another spank. “Well, by the look on your face I think you’re enjoying it. Good. Keep to my house rules and I’m sure we’ll get another chance to have fun.” She cackles a bit and reaches down to stroke the boy’s aching member, her hips starting to fully slap into his now. Asurie doesn’t reply to the statement though, partially out of embarrassment and partially out of having a hard time focusing. With terribly hot breaths flowing over her skin and the boy’s tongue flicking deeper inside her with every girly moan he makes, Asurie’s hips feel like they’re resting in warm honey. She soon finds herself caressing the boy’s cheek as his tongue swirls in a wet circle inside of her, not fully unlike what master does to her when she’s servicing him. She looks down at his flushed face and swallows, his lips getting sticky with her juices and letting out an occasional affectionate moan in between the labored pants he lets out from the thrusts. She licks her lips a moment, feeling her throat go a little dry as his tongue reaches a rather sensitive fold inside her, flicking back and forth teasingly between swirls. Unconsciously her hand clenches a bit, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth tighter to her slit, Taylor grinning at the sight, looking a bit flushed now. The minutes tick by in this way with Asurie slowly descending into a lustful haze, each sensitive part he can reach being given a long and thorough tonguing all the while his breaths continue to flood her insides with extra heat. She quickly finds herself moaning loudly in earnest, a suckle on her clit pulling the beginnings of an orgasm to the surface.

“Yes… More…” She whispers with a breathless, sweet voice. For a moment she catches herself and blushes, looking up from the boy’s head expecting to see an ever widening grin on Taylor’s face. Surprisingly though, she doesn’t. Instead she blushes even fuller, seeing the mistress hunched over his backside, a vice grip on his hips and her hips pumping with abandon, letting out her own hungry pants, betraying the stirrings of her own climax. Without even having to worry about being embarrassed, Asurie quickly finds it far easier to enjoy the boy’s mouth. She gasps, her breath quickly picking up as she feels his tongue mercilessly lap over her insides and flick tightly over her clit. Her head darts back down and her face flushes red, watching his head bob up and down with his licks like a kitten. His tongue flicks tighter inside her and she gasps out, a blazingly hot climax engulfing her hips. She moans loudly, mindlessly grinding against the boys mouth as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her vision refocuses after a little and she pants deeply, looking down at the boy’s face, his lips, cheeks and nose glistening with her juices. Watching him pant weakly and breathlessly, she shivers, opening her mouth to apologize when Taylor suddenly pipes up.

“Oooh… there’ll be a show under the table-.. ah! Very soon dear… If you care to watch.” She says, her breaths short and her hips pounding furiously. Asurie swallows and looks down to the boy, panting and gasping out, clearly going crazy from the pounding but his tongue dutifully gliding over her opening to lap up the juices still outside of her. She bites her lip and watches for a second before getting up, knowing that if he keeps licking her like that she’ll want to have more of his head… and also pure curiosity drives her to her feet as well. She shivers and lets her skirt drop, keeling below the table and taking a look. She blushes red, looking to the end of the table, seeing his swollen tip tremble in place, hovering over a large measuring cup. Her eyes widen a little as she sees the mistress’ hand slide down below and lightly finger his tip. “N-now… you get to see the pig being honest…” Taylor gasps out. She moans almost as dark as Master and drives herself forward, forcing every inch of the dildo inside of him. She shudders in lust and lets out a deep, heavy moan, letting her finger push forward as her climax overtakes her. The ribbon ring almost seems to fall off in slow motion. In the next instant, the young man screams and moans out mindlessly in practically a higher pitch than Taylor. The entire device trembles a little and Asurie’s eyes widen, the boy’s tip gushing cum in a huge, almost constant gush. Her jaw drops a little, watching the high-pressure stream of cum very nearly fill the cup in its entirety before trailing off into weak spurts. There’s another twitch and a light thump. Asurie blinks out of her staring and stands up slowly, watching Taylor catch her breath. She glances to the boy’s head for just a second, seeing his eyes glassy, having pretty much passed out. After a few moments, the mistress lifts herself up straight from the hunched position and brushes back a strand of hair over her ear with a grand, calm smile on her rosy face. She looks to Asurie as she stares at the boy’s head and smirks, a hand gently tracing over his bottom as she backs up, easing the strap on from his hole. “Now you see my toy at his most honest self…” She says smoothly, easing herself out of the strap on and kneeling down, taking the cup from beneath the table once she’s out of it. “I know that all men secretly yearn to be treated this way. The… proof is in the pudding, as they say.” She snickers out, lifting the cup. “My toy is desperately lucky to have me… He has the honor of pleasuring me and I allow him to experience the greatest ecstasy he can feel.” She laughs lightly and walks past the table, casually turning the cup over and setting it on top of his head, the cum quickly spilling over his face and covering it a mask of goopy white. Asurie gasps a little at the sight and lifts her head, watching her head for the stairs. “Well, I think it’s time for dinner, don’t you? Come on then, let the little toy rest. You’ll have time to talk when you’re down here for the night.”

Asurie blinks and quickly starts after her, not liking the thought of missing dinner in the slightest. As she reaches the stairs though, she blinks and turns back to the boy, still locked in the device with a little glob of cum rolling down his cheek. The thought quickly hits her that she’ll probably be spending the night close by this young man… what the heck do you say to a person you just effectively raped? She swallows a little nervously at the thought and quickly turns, heading upstairs. ‘Well’, she thinks, ‘if Master can do that every day, no reason I can’t.” She hurries up the stairs to follow Taylor, letting her mind drift. After all, there’s a night and a full day left in this little trip, a lot could happen.