“Please, Master, don't send me back to him. Please,” she begged.
“I'll see what I can do, Sharae."
She sighed in relief. It wasn't exactly a no, but it wasn't a yes, either. Didn't he want her? She was sure he was attracted to her just as she was to him.
“First,” he continued, “I want you to observe what punishment you will receive for disobedience. That is, if I accept you as my slave."
She nodded. Preston took her by the arms and helped her to her feet. He circled her waist with another length of rope and threaded it between her legs. Sharae gasped slightly as Preston pulled the rope snug before tying it. He tied another rope to the crotch-rope, and used it as a leash to lead her down the hall.
The cord rubbed teasingly against her sensitive folds of moistened flesh. Without realizing it, she began to hold back, causing Preston to tug at her, forcing the rope further into her. She moaned, and heard Preston quietly chuckling.
He guided her just inside the door to Angel's room, then stopped. “Stay right there and don't say a word. Understand?"
She nodded. Her gaze strayed to the girl huddled in the corner. Angel's sobs were barely audible behind the harness gag she had strapped on herself at Preston's command. Sharae felt her own body quiver in anticipation. Was she really prepared to submit herself completely?
Preston stood over Angel in silence for a moment. Sharae could tell by his breathing that he had calmed down considerably from his angry outburst. “Angel,” he said at last in a surprisingly quiet voice. She turned, but remained huddled low. “Do you have anything to say to me?"
She nodded and began to talk through her gag. “Massr. I hussa had grrl. Heeze huniss me.” She spoke haltingly, gasping for breath often.
Preston turned to Sharae, smiling. “You see how a slave knows when she's been bad and begs to be punished? In case you didn't catch that, she said she was a bad girl and asked me to please punish her.” As he spoke, Angel looked up at Sharae and blushed. She apparently hadn't realized she was being observed.
Preston noticed the look. “Sharae is here to see how a slave gets punished.” For the first time, Angel looked up at Preston, her face asking the questions she couldn't say. “And that's all you need to know."
Angel lowered her eyes. “Eff ir,” she mumbled.
He stood her up and turned her around. Taking a length of rope, he bound her wrists and elbows. Sharae couldn't help wincing at the tightness of the ropes as they dug into Angel's skin. She heard the bound girl groan as Preston stooped down and tied another length of rope to her ankles. He left about a foot of slack between her legs.
He stood and looked Angel in the eye. “You're to be flogged now, Angel. I have a particular whip in mind for you. You're to go to the playroom and pick one out from the toy box. Bring it back and I'll tell you if it's the right one."
Angel nodded and turned. Half hopping and half shuffling, she made her way to the door and turned down the hall. Sharae watched her intently. She recalled how it felt to have her arms so tightly bound. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt herself oozing with arousal. She worked her fingers under the crotch-rope and began pulling on it, trying to get just the right pressure on her clit.
“Ahem!"
She opened her eyes, to see Preston staring at her, shaking his head. “You're not to make yourself come without permission."
Sharae sighed and sucked in her lip. The feelings were so strong inside her, she didn't think she could stand it. “Please,” she heard herself saying, “may I come, Master?"
“No,” he said simply. He smiled and winked at her. “The answer isn't always no. But you must demonstrate your obedience."
Just then, Angel hobbled back into the room carrying a flogger behind her in her bound hands. She turned so Preston could see it. It had a thick black handle with several thin leather strips attached to it.
Preston glanced at the flogger and waved his hand dismissively. “Wrong! Try again."
Angel's shoulders sagged as she turned and headed down the hall again. Sharae watched, wondering just how many types of floggers they had.
CHAPTER 24
Sharae watched as Preston inspected the fifth whip Angel brought to him. He shook his head. “No. I think the first one you had will do after all. Go get that one."
Angel huffed ever so slightly, then obediently turned and hopped out of the room.
“She's such a good little slut most of the time. I almost like it when she makes me angry. The little things she does to get back in my good graces are so exquisite,” Preston said thoughtfully. “Angel is definitely one of a kind."
Sharae wasn't sure if she was supposed to respond so she kept quiet. Her mind was in a state of confusion. She was so horny she couldn't stand it; the rope pressing into her crotch was driving her nuts. She kept tugging on it slightly, stimulating herself surreptitiously.
Suddenly Preston was next to her. She gasped as she felt the yank on the crotchrope, driving it further into her pussy. “Sharae,” he whispered in her ear. “Don't come."
She held her breath, as the urge for release overwhelmed her. Preston continued working the rope and his own fingers into her moist folds. Her lower lip trembled in concentration as she fought the battle within her. And lost. She gasped again and a soft moan escaped her lips. Preston chuckled.
“You know I'll punish you for that.” His voice was deep and soft. Sensual. It sent shivers down her spine.
She nodded. “Yes,” she heard herself saying. “Please punish me.” Without thinking about it, she repeated the words Angel had uttered.
Angel hobbled back into the room. At the door she paused, observing Preston and Sharae, and their closeness. She glared at Sharae, then turned and offered the flogger to Preston.
Preston set the whip aside and untied her arms. “Well done, Angel.” His voice was cold. “Now strip."
Angel unclasped her black velvet bra, shook it off her shoulders and tossed it aside. The matching panties went next, falling across Angel's ankle ropes.
Sharae shuddered in excitement as she gazed upon Angel's naked form. She remembered the passionate lovemaking they'd shared and wondered if Preston would allow that to happen again.
Preston stood behind Angel. He reached around and cradled her breasts. While he kneaded them he turned to Sharae, “You like these, don't you?"
Sharae watched as he fondled his slavegirl. “Yes,” she murmured.
“You're such a slut, Sharae."
She quivered at his words, knowing it was true. She wanted this life more than she'd ever wanted anything before. She knew Preston would be good to her. She saw the love between Preston and Angel and she wanted to be part of it.
Angel whimpered as Preston withdrew his hands. He leaned down and cut her panties off with his pocketknife, tossing them aside. He picked up a coil of rope and tied one end around Angel's wrist, then made her bend her arm so her hand rested on her shoulder. He wrapped it around her upper arm and wrist and cinched it down tight. He did the same to her other arm. When he was done, she looked as if she were pretending to be a bird, with her folded arms as wings.
Sharae watched Angel test her bonds, then stole a glance at Preston. She lowered her head, as she felt the urgent tingling again in her loins. She bit her lip and fought the orgasmic reaction.
Preston grinned at her, then without another word, he lifted the flogger above his head. Sharae jumped at the sound of leather hitting flesh.
Angel jumped too, instinctively trying to hop away from the source of her torment.
“Stand still, slut. And count it off."
“Uhhhn,” Angel cried out through her mouth-filling gag. She added the gag-talk equivalent of “More, please.” Preston obliged, delivering several more blows to her ass and back while Angel counted them off. Sharae could see Angel's body trembling as she fought to stand still. Vivid red welts began to cover her skin.