She yanks the jeans down baring me to the room. She only pulls the jeans down to my thighs, not bothering to take them off all the way. I’ve been whipped, flogged and caned by this woman. She has left bite marks on most of my body. I’ve learned to expect anything from her.
She takes hold of my lifeless cock. She hates that I don’t get hard for her. She hates it even more that only medication can make me hard.
I feel rubber bands being slipped over the length of me, one at the base of my cock and the other right underneath the head.
“I got you a present, Slave,” she purrs as she strokes me. Her grip tightens when I don’t get hard. It takes the medicine longer and longer to work, every time. I can’t wait for the day that nothing will work to make me hard. “Tonight you will get hard for me!”
An electric charge shoots from the one band to the other, pulsating through my cock. My whole body tenses as the pulse sizzles all the way to my groin. I wish I was tied down, at least then I’d have something to hold on to.
“See how hard you’re getting for me now,” Mistress Westbrook purrs. When I keep my eyes on the ceiling she snaps, “Look at your hard cock!” My eyes leave the spot on the ceiling and I let them travel down my chest, past my abs to where my cock is standing rock hard. I hate that she managed to get me hard. I feel degraded as she strokes me a couple of times and then another electric charge shoots from the one band to the other, this time stronger. It makes my cock throb and I fall back onto the table with a thud. The electric pulses come faster and stronger, and I clamp my teeth together so I won’t orgasm for her.
She’s had my blood but never my orgasms.
Just as I’m about to explode I hear a soft voice, “I believe the thirty minutes are up. The slave is mine now.”
“This is ridiculous!” Mistress Westbrook cries. “I’m sure you can wait another ten minutes!”
This time the voice has a bite to it. “No, I paid for every minute and I intend to enjoy every minute.”
I feel a small hand rest on my shoulder. “Get up and take that thing off, then follow me.” I shoot up and almost yank the electrosex bands from my cock, which is still throbbing something fierce.
I pull my jeans over my sensitive cock and only zip it up. I’m in such a hurry to get away from Mistress Westbrook that I don’t even bother with the button.
I slip from the table and stand on shaky legs. Mistress Westbrook comes to stand in front of me. Her face is tight and caked with make-up which only makes her look older. “I’ll see you next week, Slave.”
A cool hand slips into mine, making my eyes jump to the other woman. I’m shocked to see that it’s Mistress Ryland. “Not if I have any say.” Mistress Ryland lets her eyes travel over Mistress Westbrook with a clear look of disdain. “You enjoy your evening now.”
She tugs my hand lightly and I start to follow her out of the room. Never has a mistress held my hand.
I steal glances at her as we walk to the room assigned for us. She only reaches my shoulder, and has a petite build. Her brown hair shimmers in the electric lights. She’s quite beautiful to look at. I’m not used to having a beautiful mistress. I actually prefer them ugly it’s easier to switch off then.
There’s something about her that’s different than all the other mistresses. She has a confidence that shows with every step she takes. She doesn’t have that cruel or lust filled gleam in her eyes that the others normally have when they look at me. I’ve never seen someone like her and I’m not sure how to handle that.
She leads me into a room and locks the door behind us. I wonder what she’s into, how she expects me to please her.
She stands with her back to me when she whispers, “Please go take a shower and wash that women’s touch from your body.”
I don’t reply. We are only to talk when asked a direct question. I go into the bathroom and strip out of the jeans. I’m thankful that she’s allowing me this moment. I need it so I can regain my composure.
~*~
Chapter Two
River~
My boobs are shoved up, creating a cleavage I didn’t think I’d ever be capable of showing, and the leather skirt is way shorter than I’m comfortable with. It feels as if my ass is hanging out for all the world to see. But this is what we need to wear to get into the party.
Cameron Hawkins loves his leather and lace parties and there is just no way in hell I’m wearing lace. It took me a year to get this invitation from him. I’ve heard over and over that he has the biggest collection of slaves, and I hope to make a dent in it.
Adam comes out of the bathroom. Dressed in his leather pants he looks very attractive. We’ve become very good at playing our part as a young married couple who loves to dabble in the taboo. Only two other people know that Adam isn’t my husband, but actually the head of my security team. I trust him with my life.
Miss Ella and Tristan keep watch over the plantation, while Adam and I go out looking for slaves.
After Father died I sold everything. The first thing I did was hire Adam. He helped me create The Sanctuary - the perfect healing place. The plantation has become a place where people can heal and find themselves.
He brought his grandmother, Miss Ella, in to help take care of the people we rescue. Miss Ella has become the glue that keeps us all together. Tristan joined us a few years back and Adam trained him as his second-in-charge. There are six more men that work under Tristan. They’ve been hired to protect the sanctuary. I pay my staff well, hoping they will never turn on me. Together Adam and I have created the perfect healing place for damaged souls.
Father must be cursing me from the pits of hell. Every dollar he made from the sex trade is being used to rescue slaves. I’ve made it my job. I have to make up for the devastation Father created with his greed and malicious ways.
The slaves I buy can either choose to remain on the plantation and do an honest job, or go their own way. I’ve been in the business of buying slaves for nine years now. We manage to buy two slaves a year, sometimes we’re lucky and we can get three or four, but more than that would draw attention to our operation. Out of the twenty eight we have managed to buy, thirteen have chosen to stay on with us. Those who have made The Sanctuary their home get along well. We don’t tolerate trouble. If someone places The Sanctuary at risk then Adam and Tristan take care of them. Once you decide to stay at The Sanctuary there is no option of leaving. We can’t risk placing the others at risk if one suddenly decided to leave.
Because of the people now working the farmland it’s turned the plantation into a successful venture. We all live peacefully together, a little community tucked away on the plantation. We grow our own fruits and vegetables, and we’ve got some livestock as well, that way we don’t have to go into town that often.
I’m good at what I do. I act out the part of Mistress Ryland. It’s not hard to play the roll of a conniving bitch when you know that at the end of it all you get to save someone’s life. We choose slaves who aren’t broken beyond repair, those who have a chance to become a part of society again. It’s sad, but there are those who are too far gone.
You learn to look past all the darkness and to just focus on those two or more rays of light – if we walk away from the party with just one slave, then it’s one life more we got away from those deprived demons who dare to call themselves humans.
Adam comes to stand in front of me and he tilts his head slightly, giving me that intense look I’ve grown quite fond of. He’s checking to see if I’m okay to walk into the ‘party’. He’s become more than just the head of security to me. He’s become my best friend.
I meet his grey eyes. It’s quite intimidating looking into them. There is nothing you can hide from this man. That’s why I chose him. A man with his skills and background is hard to come by and I’m thankful for him.