Rosebud's Second Day

Hey lovely readers,

This story is part of a series about the capture and training of a woman by a gentle dominant and his sadistic assistant/slave. I've tried to make each chapter a standalone, but you may want to start with the first one anyway.

As always, this is just fantasy, and very much not something you should try.

-IT

A friend and client once joked that I pick names like a demented horse trainer. I suppose it looks that way from the outside. Most trainers give their girls fairly normal names, although with a preference for the exotic and suggestive (Candy, Cherry, and the like.) But I like a name to mean something more than, "hot girl." The names I give my hobby girls (i. e. the ones I intend to keep for a while) reflect something about the personality of the slave, generally based on something that happens during training.

Take my assistant Cubby Hole ("Cubby" for short.) She's a petite girl with a dancing and gymnastics background. I acquired her almost by accident while exploring an old, abandoned building. She was an aspiring photographer at the time, and had gone to do a a shoot with a friend -- a tall, skinny tattooist and aspiring model looking for an unconventional setting to setoff her striking looks. She fought like hell at first, but I quickly discovered something about her: Cubby liked bondage. She was especially keen on confinement, and even during those first weeks, would get quite docile and horny when I had her packaged up tight. So I gave her that name, and had her friend tattoo it over her bare mound, adding a cute graphic of her tight little ass peeking out of a drawer on her lower back. It gave her a new identity based on something that we'd experienced together, which helped her form a new identity around her place in her master's household. I kept the friend around long enough to teach Cubby some basic technique, and then sold her off to some fashion designer and bondage afficionado as a living doll.

Perhaps I was pushing things this time, but to me, the name just seemed right for my new slave. After all, she'd mostly go by Rosebud, which was a pretty name. And the experience of her sudden attentive compliance as soon as I stuck my cock in her bum was a moving milestone in her training, for both of us, I think. And if I ever did sell her or give her away, the name would ensure her new owner never lost track of how to maintain the girl's devotion.

At any rate, I hadn't had a girl with such a natural aptitude for submission in quite a while, and I was eager to give her every opportunity to excel in her training. So I arranged for Cubby to give her the tattoo the next morning. When Cubby walked her up to me at breakfast, I could see that she'd progressed over night. She was still kept blind, as per my instructions, but as soon as she heard my voice, she rushed over to me, wrapping her arms around my legs and pressing her face against me.

Of course I knew this wasn't just a show of affection for me; the nervous way she'd whimper and glance blindly behind her at her mistress made it very clear that she was trying, in her limited way, to entice me to keep her to myself. But motives don't really matter at this stage. Given enough repetition, worshipping her master and appeasing her mistress would become second nature, however mercenary her apparent affection at the beginning.

The girl got restless after a moment, sniffing the air forlornly as Cubby cooked a meal of sausage, eggs and hashbrowns. "Are you hungry, girl?" I asked, stroking her head. She nodded, climbing up my legs like an over-excited dog, and began nosing my crotch through my pants. No doubt, she thought if she could entice me into accepting a blowjob, I'd have to take out the gag and, perhaps, feed her.

"Aww, good girl. Were you good for Mistress?"

She froze for a moment, then went back to nosing me even more enthusiastically. I sighed, pushing her back, and lubing up a dildo. "Turn around, Rosebud," She spun, took a deep breath, and then raised her ass in the air, wiggling it. She yelped as I pressed the dildo home. "I asked you a question, slave." Were you good for Mistress. She nodded, swallowing audibly.

"You followed all her rules, and didn't act up?"

"Mmhmm," Rosebud squeaked out, pressing her face against the floor as if she thought she could disappear into the floor. I resisted the urge to chuckle. Instead, I began to work the dildo in and out. Her ass was red from bare-hand smacking, but there were no stripes. Then again, there wouldn't be -- Cubby knew better than to damage the canvas in a slave we were about to mark.

"What do you think, Cubby? How did she behave?"

"Like a dumb, spoiled little cunt, Sir." Rosebud audibly whimpered at the description, but by Cubby's standards, it was practically praise -- Rosebud had put up some resistance and perhaps there'd been a bit of a power struggle, but no real rebellion or serious misbehavior.

I shared a smile with my assistant. "That's too bad. How much punishment has she earned?"

"I'd say a nice whipping and two hours in The Machine should do it."

"The Machine? Wow. I thought you said you were good, Rosebud."

The slave whimpered miserably. In reality, there was no piece of equipment we called "The Machine," but the name worked wonder on the imagination of a new slave.

"It's a pity," Cubby said, solemnly. "Such nice skin. I didn't want to have to, mar it so quickly. But you know, rules are rules."

"Hmm." I pulled out the dildo and knelt down behind Rosebud, stroking my cock. "What if we marked Rosebud another way?"

"You mean a tattoo? I don't know if she can sit still that long. She was pretty fidgety last night."

"What do you think, Rosebud?" I asked, sliding into her ass. "Instead of welts and scars and all that nastiness, we'll give you a pretty little tattoo right here?" I slapped her ass to demonstrate. "Just a rose and your name."

Rosebud took in a deep breath and held it, as if trying to figure out how to make a counter-proposal with her mouth glued shut and my cock up her ass. She let her breath out, sagging in defeat. "Mmm hmm."

"If it's okay with Mistress, of course," I added.

Rosebud immediately tried to sit up, begging in the style her mistress preferred. It did not work with my dick in her ass, and she grunted in pain and nearly fell on her face, but Mistress chuckled good-naturedly.

"Just this once, Rosebud."

I washed up and hooked up Rosebud's breakfast: a meal replacement shake in a bag, fed through a little valve that screwed into her gag. She huddled on the floor, sucking it down while the two of us enjoyed Cubby's home-cooked meal. I thought she looked a little better afterwards and seemed more steady on her feet, but her mood was sullen and withdrawn, and the morning enema did not improve it. It was probably starting to sink in that she wasn't getting out of this any time soon -- especially now that we were permanently marking her.

Too much time to think isn't good for a new slave, so I decided to drug her to get her mind off things. This time, I opted for a muscle relaxant and a hefty dose of hash oil in a syrup. I'd found a bit of marijuana in her bag, so I hoped my own supply would have a salutory effect on her mood. It was hard to guess what was going on inside, but by the time we finished eating and led her out of the kitchen, she seemed pretty chill and peaceful. She plodded along passively, and would pressed against me sensuously when I stroked her, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

For the massage, we had her on a special worktable, with a built-in wedge that lifted her ass up nicely and displayed both of her holes. I was contemplating starting a streaming channel for her, and made sure to set this up carefully, so it would all look consentual should I use it later. Her hands were still in the ratcheting gloves, and her feet, contained in training ballet boots with ultra-high stilettos that could be unscrewed from a threated socket under the heel.. I removed the stilettos, bolted the bottoms of the boots to pedals on the sides of the tables, and ratched the gloves closed on a bar in front of her, so it looked like she were holding on, posing herself for the activity. Her head was through a massage-table style hole, her collar bolted down out of view of the cameras. I kneeded her sex while Mistress got everything ready, setting things up for the ubiquitous cameras we'd installed all over the house.

"Look how excited our little Rosebud is for her first tattoo," I said, pulling out my finger to show how wet it was. "It's not too late to pull out and play with The Machine instead. Are you sure this is what you want?"

: Mmmh," she purred, sleepily.

"Good girl. I know how horny this makes you, so we'll be sure to take breaks if you need a little extra stimulation. If you need anything, just raise a hand." She gave a rueful snort at that, jiggling her hands, but I knew that it would read as acknowledgement from the camera's perspective.

I continued to kneed her sex as Mistress traced the design onto her ass. Rosebud was surprisingly relaxed; in the few minutes it took her Mistress to trace the design, she was already breathing slowly. She must have fallen asleep, because she gave a little jump when the needle started, seemingly confused momentarily, but I stroked her head, telling her what a good girl she was, and she settled down again, and soon was stil and quiet.

Now and then, Mistress would stop and stroke Rosebud's sex with her thin, agile fingers, and the slave would stir, pressing herself against the digits, but it was just as a way to establish her as a sex-obsessed character for her future fans. We'd planned to just do the line work and come back for coloring and shading, but Rosebud was doing so well, we opted to stay an extra hour to finish it.

When it was done, I rubbed Rosebud's back gently, waking her up, and gave her a slap on her unmarked cheek. She giggled, stretching as much as she could in the bondage. "We're gonna give you a little buttplug to set it off. You ready?"

It was an artglass buttplug with a lead jewel on the base. Rosebud was a quick study at anal, and it went in quickly with a bit of lube and a little twist, the jewel sparkling in the bright light.

"Show off your new work, girl. Wiggle your butt so everyone can see." She let out a sound like a low chuckle into her gag, shaking her ass back and forth. It really was good work. The rose vine snaked out of the cleft in her ass and over her right cheek, weaving through a three word phrase in simple, elegant lettering, before finally becoming a closed bud, like a period at the end. It read, "Shaft My Rosebud."

I kissed her tailbone. It was all so right. I could tell she was curious about what we'd done to her, but blind, deaf, and gagged, all she could do was give us little grunts and the only reply she got was fingers up her snatch.

We took her to our wardrobe room and screwed the stilettos back into her training shoes so she could walk, then fitted her into a silver bodycon dress with an ultra short skirt and built-in shelf-bra. Pulled down, it covered most of her ass, leaving the underside of her cheeks hanging out. It was perfect. Her big tits looked huge in it, and the skirt sexualized her ass in a way nudity alone never could.

I flipped on her microphone. "Do you feel sexy, Rosebud?" I asked, my fingers buried in her cunt as she teetered in her heels. She nodded, pressing against me. "You look sexy too. Especially with your new tattoo." I kissed her lips through the mask. "Do you want to see it?" "Mmm!" she chirped.

"Alright," I said, leading her up onto a little pedestal in front of a set of dressing mirrors. Then I stepped away into the shadows, and turned on her vision, so all she would see was herself in the dark room. She stared at herself in the dress, pressing her breasts together playfully, as she glanced over her shoulder trying to spot me. And then, she turned. She could see the bottom of her ass in the silver dress, and she hooked her fingertips under it and slowly pulled it up. I waited for a reaction, but she just stared, seemingly unable to process what she was seeing. She put her head down, as if to signal she was done. I darkened her vision, and walked up to her, stroking the side of her face.

"What do you think, Rosebud?" She didn't respond, her head down. I tried to lead her away, but she seemed dazed, and only stumbled when I pulled her hand, so I threw her over my shoulder and carried her off the platform. She hung there, limply, until I deposited her facedown on a matt I'd left nearby.

"Do you know why I gave you your pretty name?" I asked as I pulled out the buttplug. She gave a small, noncommital grunt. Sliding my cock into her ass seemed to revive her. She let out a series of grunts, although it was unclear if she was trying to communicate or just mumbling to herself. "I named you that, because you're such a good girl when you've got a dick in your ass." She huffed as I rocked my hips, building up a rhythm. "I will share you, and I may sell you or even give you away. But wherever you end up, I want your Master or Mistress to know how to enjoy my submissive little Rosebud just like I enjoy you. Do you understand?"

She was grunting now with each thrust. I saw that she'd shoved her hand under herself and was humping against it, turning and bending the wrist to try to get a little more stimulation. I fucked harder, until she cried out and I came deep inside, her ass gripping me like she'd never let go.

"Come on, Rosebud," I said, pulling out. "I have some friends to introduce you to."

An hour later, I had three men gathered in my sitting room, drinking. Cubby entertained, alternately playing piano and fluffing my guests. They were close friends and confidants. All of them were tested regularly, and they often came over to help me break in new slaves. I'd contemplated letting them all go at Rosebud at once, but she wasn't ready for that. For now, she was going to meet new people one at a time and learn to make introductions.

So far, I hadn't let Rosebud see anyone's face -- not even her own -- but for this activity, she'd needed use of her eyes, so I brought out masks for my guests. However Sten, my personal trainer and sometimes bodyguard, had opted to bring his own: a gas mask from his time in the military. I was wearing black slacks and a black button down, with a simple nylon mask. Sten was in ripped jeans and a fitted tee-shirt that showed off his muscled physique. I led Rosebud in in her silver dress, collar, and hood, her silver doll hands and sky-high heels. A harness held a curved vibrator in her snatch. It was currently turned off, its blunt head nudging her g-spot, ready to drive her into a frenzy.

"Damn, you're a pretty thing. What's your name?" Sten asked, pulling out his cock and stroking it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I'd instructed Rosebud how to greet my guests, and with a little encouragement she turned her back to him and bent forward, the position pulling the skirt up and revealing the tattoo. Sten chuckled as the skirt pulled up, exposing her tattoo.

"It's nice to meet you, 'Shaft my Rosebud.' I like a girl who knows what she wants. " He lubed up his short, thick cock and walked up to her, rubbing it against her back hole. She grunted, her legs shaking as he pressed the tip against her. Then all at once, he shoved it inside. Her legs collapsed, but he quickly wrapped her arms around her holding her in place.

"Tight one you got," he said, pounding her. "Can you add some vibration?" I nodded, turning up the vibrator/ Rosebud squealed and thrashed, but he just kept pounding away until one of her heels kicked him in the shin. He hissed and lifted her up, carried her over to a sofa and then rutted her over the armrest. "That's it, bitch," he grunted, burying himself one more time inside her. Then he slapped her ass and pulled out. "That's for kicking me," he said, and walked out of the room.

I turned off the vibrator and wiped her down. "Good girl," I said. "Shake your ass next time."

She giggled at that, which I didn't expect. And when I helped her up, she rubbed her crotch lewdly against my leg. "Later, if you're good," I said. We could hear the rumble of male voices in the next room, and Sten slapping hands with the other men.

The next one was Vince. He used to play piano at a local bar, then he was a roadie, before falling in with some mob guys. Now he was a connected guy, a sort of fixer for various illegal and semi-legal enterprises. He was chubby, average height, and wearing an immaculate suit with thinning hair slicked back. Over his face, he wore a red devil mask with a big nose.

"Well hello, sweetie," he said as he looked at Rosebud. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting this evening?"

She turned aruond, spreading her legs, and waved her ass back and forth. "A backdoor beauty, I see," he chuckled. "Why don't you bring that a little closer?"

Rosebud carefully raised herself and walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively in the towering heels. "Good girl," he said, grabbing her collar. He pulled her down across his lap. "Nice find," he said, stroking her ass. "You mind if I use the cunt to lube up?"

Vince was like that: a little extra. I hadn't intended to let anyone else have her cunt for the time being, but it wouldn't do to quarrel in front of a trainee, and he knew it. I suppose I didn't mind doing him a favor after he rushed out in such short order.

"Suits me, if you'll put the equipment back."

"Equipment?" he spun her over. "Oh, I see," he said, rubbing against her outer lips. "Well, if she comes with a built-in vibrator, I guess I can't complain. Come on, backdoor, let's see that sweet ass up in the air."

Rosebud turned over, sticking her ass in the air. Her legs were pushed together, and I could see her grinding her hips, hungry for more stimulation. He picked up a bottle of lube off the side table and greased his shaft, then plunged into Rosebud. She let out a deep moan, pressing against him hard. "Easy, sweetie," he said, gripping her hips. "I like to start nice and slow. Hey, mind if I try out her remote?" I shrugged, tossing him the little toggle. "That's it, little fuckdoll. Damn, how'd you train her to grip like that?"

"She's an anal savant," I said, modestly. "All I have to do is encourage her natural talents."

"Natural entertainer, huh? Lucky you. You know, I could use a girl like this." He turned up the vibe so high that I could hear it humming across the room, and gave Rosebud a thorough workout.

By the time Vince was done, Rosebud was curled up on the couch shaking. She'd torn one of the straps on her dress with her thrashing, and I thought she was hurt for a minute. And then I looked closer. Her hand was at her cunt, desperately shoving as if trying to will the vibe back to life.

Ralph was last. I'd thought about leaving him out because he was a giant in every dimension, and none too gentle on top of it. I didn't know what he did -- he made it very clear early on that it wasn't any business of mine. But he'd been buying from me for years, and was always game to help "train up new snatch," as he put it.

Rosebud greeted him on her knees, her legs too wobbly to stand by this point. "You mind if I skip the formalities?" he asked in his deep rumble, one hand already greasing up his massive rod.

"Yeah, be my guest. Just take it slow with that thing."

"Story of my life," he chuckled. "I heard you got a vibe in her. I'd prefer using my fingers, if it's all the same." He held up a big, perfectly manicured hand for me to inspect.

I shrugged. He'd never hurt a girl of mine -- impressive, considering his dimensions. "Works for me, " I said, unstrapping the harness holding the vibe in, which practically shot out of her. Ralph chuckled as Rosebud immediately pressed her hand against her crotch, her whimpers sounding like she was complaining about having the thing removed. He knelt down and lifted her up with an arm around her waist. "Thirsty slut, aren't you? Let's see what you've got here." She whimpered as he stuck his big middle finger inside her. "Damn, swollen up nicely and still rearing to go. You thinking of selling?"

"Not yet, but one thing at a time," I said.

"Fair enough," he said, watching her reach down and run her hand over his shaft in awe. "All for you, girl. You ready for it?"

He spun her around to face him, dangling her in his arms with her legs on his shoulders, like she were some sort of inflatable doll. Then slowly, he lowered her down. She squirmed and whimpered, but his hands tightened. "Be still, bitch. I'm not gonna hurt you." And so she was still, submissively panting as he stretched her ass wide.

"Now," he said, "since I can't get this all in you, you're gonna do some of the work to please the part I can get in, but I'm gonna help you with it," he said, shoving a finger deep in her cunt. "That's good. That's real good. You know this bitch squirts?"

Soon, he had a rhythm, bouncing her in the air, his fingers working energetically inside her. I had the strange impression for a moment that she'd somehow fallen asleep, But no, her chest was rising and falling with his thrusts, her whole body completely focused on the cock inside her -- too focused to even move. Five minutes later, he had a big smile on his face, and she was lying on the floor, as worn out as I've ever seen a girl.

"There we go. Sleeping like a baby. Give me a call when you get to the real fun," he said, slapping my back.

I toweled Rosebud off and slung her over my should, poking my head out into the room to bid my guests goodnight. Everyone was more than happy with the entertainment. Sten didn't believe me when I told him it was her second day, and as for Ralph and Vince, they'd already gotten in a bidding war over her, despite me giving no indication I was going to sell. Needless to say, all three were eager to come back any time I needed help. I waved goodbye, promising I'd have them back later in her training, and patted her ass, hoping she knew just how well she'd done. Then, I blacked out her vision, carrying her to the master bedroom to clean her up. By the time I'd climbed the stairs, she was asleep.

Cubby was already upstairs, fully cleaned up from her hosting duties. I stripped down and took off Rosebud's clothes, leaving her only in the mask, collar, and gloves. We went in the big shower together, where she sprayed Rosebud's orifices out while I held her up. Then Cubby added rubber cuffs to her ankles, and we lowered her into my oversized jetted tub. We leaned her against a custom metal grate that covered one of the narrow ends, clamping her collar near the rim, and her wrists further down, each at about a 30 degree angle from her body. She looked like she was just lying back to relax, and we could leave her there without having to worry about her sliding under, getting out, or generally causing any trouble.

It had been a few days for the two of us, and Cubby was eager to feel her master inside her again. She gave me a wicked smile, and reached into a side cabinet where we kept a few essentials, grabbing out a rubber harness, which she wrapped around the slave's back. It had two loops for the bases of her breasts, connected by two straps. She tightened them, causing Rosebud's breasts to swell and redden, then tightened the connecting straps, pulling them together.

Rosebud shifted, but any moans she made were lost under the roar of the water filling the tub. Then Cubby lay back, adjusting the slave's breasts like pillows. They were pressed against either side of her neck as she lounged against Rosebud's body, a look of bliss on her face. I laughed at that, and went out into the bedroom, bringing back a pair of clover clamps on a chain. I turned off the water, and attached them to Rosebud's nipples, across Cubby's neck. "Now you're both trapped," I said.

Cubby laughed, "Oh no! Let me out!" she cried theatrically, leaning forward to pull the chain, causing Rosebud to grunt and twitch. Then she leaned back, letting Rosebud's breasts pillow her head where they floated in the water.

"She's growing on you, isn't she?"

"She has her good points," Cubby replied, tugging on the chain until Rosebud groaned. "She has a nice voice, and these are quite the luxury." She reached up, pressing the swollen breasts against her neck.

"No 'Sir?'" I asked.

"Would you like me to call you Sir?"

I thought about it. "Maybe later. How was your night together?"

"Like I said, she's a little sullen, a little bratty, but... well, she does make an effort to please." She pulled on the clamps again, tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing, the clamps alternately biting in and relaxing. Cubby's eyes widened. "The slust is grinding against me! After taking her master, two of his friends big cocks and Ralph's elephant trunk -- which almost dislocated my jaw, by the way, so you're welcome."

"Who's bratty now?" I asked, splashing her with water.

"Miss Tits here, that's what I'm trying to tell you! After all that dick, now she's grinding against me."

"Well, what should she be doing?"

Cubby's eyes narrowed. "Certainly not treating he Mistress like a dildo." She gave the chain a sharp tug as if to illustrate the point, and Rosebud yelped and kicked out, splashing water over the edge of the tub. "Or making a mess of the bathroom," she added.

I sighed, stretching Rosebud's legs out and clipping them it to the hand rails on either side, so she lay half floating, stretched out and spread. "You know I'm keeping you, right?"

"As you wish, Sir," she muttered sullenly.

"I mean it. Rosebud is fun because she's a new toy. New, and easy. But I need someone tough and a little difficult by my side. And this little puffball is neither of those things."

Cubby smiled in spite of herself, her face flushing cutely. "Thank you, Sir. I guess she is fun," she said, jiggling the chain, teasingly. "Cozy too. You want to try her?"

"Maybe later. Right now, I want to try you."

I leaned forward, grabbing onto Rosebud's tits, and pressing them in against Cubby as I kissed her. The new slave groaned, her swollen tits crushed in my hands while her Mistress sighed in pleasure, I slid forward, pressing my dick against Cubby's dusky slit. Then I was inside her, pressing her against Rosebud, her small, tight ass pressing against the slave's crotch. I could feel what Cubby had meant. The slave couldn't have been getting much stimulation in the position, and yet here she was, grinding what little pleasure she could out of her predicament. It was a kind of resilience, or maybe practicality, gladly taking any iota of pleasure or relief her situation offered.

I'd been honest with Cubby, but I'd also downplayed my interest in Rosebud more than a little. There was a lot that was special about Cubby, but she was becoming less my slave and more my partner every day I had her. Rosebud, though -- well, who knew what the future held, but right now she was exactly what I wanted in a slave. Her soft body, seemingly unlimited sexual apetite, and the deep susceptibility I'd found on the first day awakened something in me. I needed to play this carefully, because however much I might need Cubby, I wanted Rosebud more. And if it meant setting back our relationship, being less her friend and more her master, that's what I would do.

Cubby was being a good girl, moaning and humping back, but I could tell that she was more than a little distracted; I couldn't blame her, half lost in my own thoughts as I was. Cubby's favorite thing was being used as my bondage sub, but like me, she delighted in variety. We'd had sex without bondage many times, and although it was less intense, it could be very fulfilling. And of course, we would use slaves together, which was an entirely different experience. She was like a man then; she wanted to feel and use her power over the slave, building to a single, powerful climax of her own.

But this thing we were doing was neither one thing nor the other. Bound, well-used, but still thirsty for more, Rosebud was too alluring of an object to both of us to simply use as furniture. I pulled out, and turned, reaching up into the cabinet.

"What are you doing?"

"Sir," I said, sternly.

"What are you doing, Sir?"

"Getting ready to enjoy my toys, slut," I said, pulling off the clips. Rosebud's sigh of relief turned into a squeak as the blood rushed back into her nipples, the pain made worse by the swollen state of her breasts. "I need you to grab a few things from the toy room, and meet me in the bedroom."

"Yes Sir!" she said, with a wicked smile.

I unlocked Rosebud's feet from the tub, and for the first time since Ralph had finished with her, I turned on her hearing, picking up her foot. She jumped a bit and let out a whine as I started to rub her sore arch with my thumb. "Does that feel good, pet?" I asked, working my way down. She nodded, her head looling and leg twitching as my finger brushed down it. I could tell her feet were sensitive, and probably very sore from the shoes she'd been wearing the last few days.

"You've done well so far. My friends were very impressed with you. Two of them even offered to buy you," I said, gently pressing my foot against her mound. "You'd probably end up with Ralph -- the one with the monster cock. Would you like that, pet? Or would you prefer to keep me company?" I switched feet, watching her. She paused a moment, mumbling something, then half nodding, half shaking her head. She must have been quite a talker in her previous life, because she was really struggling to go without now. She finally let out an emphatic grunt, and then began rocking her pelvis against my foot. I obliged, lowering my toes so she could enjoy them a bit.

"Good girl. Don't worry, I feel the same way. I'm in no hurry to let go of such an eager, submissive pet. Especially a girl who's so popular with my guests." She shivered and whimpered, then pressed harder, pushing my big toe inside herself. That was interesting. Was she aroused by the thought of me keeping her, or anxious to avoid thinking about how long this might last, or who else I might lend her ass to? I supposed it didn't matter; that was the point of keeping her bound and unable to communicate, or even see or hear except when I saw fit: all that mattered was what she did, and what she did was under my control.

"Let me ask you something else: do you like having your Mistress in charge of you?"

She tensed at that question, tilting her head to the side as if listening for Cubby. I leaned forward, pressing against her, my lips by her ears. "How about I just take that as a 'no?'"

She nodded, shivering. "Would you like the chance to take control of her and share my bed instead?" I murmurred.

"Hunh-" she cleared her throat, and let out a little nervous grunt. "Just nod if you agree," I said.

She nodded. "Good girl. Here's what I have in mind."

* * *

"Did I say to start using the toys, Cubby?"

"Huh? I don't think I'm using toys, Sir." I glowered and she followed my gaze down along the full-body catsuit she was buckled into.. "Oh, you mean, my cock?"

What she called her cock was a double-ended dildo Cubby used to train slaves. It had a knob she'd insert in herself, and a long, curving shaft at an acute angle such that, when she was wearing the dildo, it looked like she had a long, shiny, purple cock. The design let her be in control, while also providing sensory feedback and pleasure she wouldn't get from a regular strap-on. When she was playing Mistress to one of my slaves, she could wear it at will. But tonight, I had other plans.

"Take it off and put it on the shelf."

"Yes Sir," she said looking in my eyes as she fondled it boldly, before pulling it out. I smiled at her little display of brattiness. It meant Cubby was in the mood for some strict discipline. I'd make sure she wasn't disappointed.

Her eyes widened when she saw what was already sitting on the shelf: a long, flexible double-ended dildo, which gave neither woman an advantage, and beside it, another one in the style of her cock. This one was pink, and had been custom made for Cubby to be on the receiving end of. It was similar to Cubby's dick, but also had a harness to make it easier for a beginner to control. Cubby had not seen, much less experienced it in a long time.

"Let's get you both ready, and I'll explain the rules," I said, sitting Rosebud on the bed. She was still naked except for the collar, mask, and gloves. I'd left off her boots, but given her cuffs wrist and ankle cuffs, which would help with my plan later on. Cubby sat down on my other side, and I strapped a blindfold over her eyes, then gave her a kiss, gently fondling her sex. She leaned back on her arms, sighing and lifting her crotch towards me. I indulged her with a fondle, then ordered her on her stomach, and pulled her lower legs back, strapping ankle to thigh.

I bound her arms behind her in a box tie, then turned her over onto her back. "Open," I said, and leaned down, licking her lips before pressing a ring gag behind her teeth, currently fitted with a plug to mute her completely. That surprised her; she'd taken it for granted that, even if I were tying her up, I'd give her some advantage over the new slave.

"Now your turn, Rosebud," I said. She lay on her stomach without further prompting, and I strapped her in, adding an electronic buttplug. I'd thought of binding her in a catsuit as well, but I don't think the bondage turned her on the way it did with her Mistress, and I liked the contrast of her pale naked body and Cubby's black, shiny catsuit. I turned them on their sides, pressing the two against each other, so that their collars were joined, their faces, cheek against cheek.

"The rules of the game are simple: when I tell you to start, you will try to make the other one come. The first slave to come loses. The winner sleeps in my bed tonight. As for the loser... I'll explain that later."

I lubed up Cubby with slippery Silicone lube, giving Rosebud just a bit of water-based lube to ease insertion. Then, holding the dildo in the center, I had them push their crotches together, pressing the dildo into both of them, and tightened a strap across their waists. Finally, I released the dildo. "Begin, slaves," I said.

Cubby was easily the stronger of the two, but Rosebud was taller and thicker, and at the angle I'd tied them, had her hips below Cubby's. I'd also tied her legs a bit more loosely, giving her more leverage. Immediately, she spreadthem wide and rocked, leveraging herself over Cubby until the Mistress was on her back, the new slave on top. I shocked her ass with harsh, painful shocks that would send the the dildo deep into her Mistress. She bucked, vigorously, pounding for all she was worth as a series of shocks forced her body to drive it out.

I could tell Cubby was taken by surprise at first, freezing as she tried to process how her trained body was getting such a thorough poinding from her underling. She squirmed and tried to get out from under the other girl, but between the friction, the position, and the little electronic helper, Rosebud had it won almost before it started. Finally, Cubby arched her back, letting out the low wail of surrender I'd heard so many times from her.

"Well fought, Rosebud. You may stop when you're ready." Under the influence of the shocking dildo, she gave Cubby several more vigorous thrusts, sending the girl over again. Then Rosebud stopped, collapsing on top of her. Both girls were breathing hard, and I licked a bead of sweat of Rosebud's shoulder as I loosened the strap around their waists and eased the two apart, extracting the dildo and the buttplug.

Finally, I undid the binds on Rosebud's arms and legs, settling her on her back with her legs akimbo. I popped out Cubby's plug and slid her onto her belly, sliding her forward until her face was sitting on Rosebud's mound, before pulling her legs down, balancing her on her knees. I unzipped, pressing my dick into her slick cunt. "Start licking, you lazy slut. I expect Rosebud to come before you do this time," I said, pulling her back by her hair.

She stuck out her small tongue, reaching for Rosebud's slit as I pounded her from behind. She was too well-trained to complain out loud, but I could tell by the little growl in her throat that she knew I wasn't playing fair, pulling her back and for so that she could barely stimulate the new slave while giving her the kind of vigorous fucking that she really couldn't resist. I could feel the moment she gave up and just let her body move under her master's control. A few moments later, she came, her trained pussy pulsing exquisitely around me, trying to force me to join her. I pulled out, dropping her with a sigh of disgust.

"Apparently, one cock isn't enough to discipline this lazy, horny slut," I said, fetching the pink, double-ended dildo. "Rosebud, why don't you assist me. Stay there if you want her pussy, kneel if you'd prefer her ass." I smiled as Rosebud pushed herself up on her knees, and pressed the dildo into her, strapping the harness around her waist. Rosebud gingerly shifted her hips, trying to get used to the new addition as I clipped a chain leash to the back of Cubby's collar, and lubed up Rosebud's shaft. I moved Cubby close and wrapped her leash around Rosebud's hand, clipping the end to her wrist cuff so she could control it. Finally, I picked up Cubby, impaling her ass on the cock, and slid under her. "Slow down, Rosebud, I'm not in her yet," I chuckled, hunting for the woman's opening. "There. Go ahead."

Rosebud was rough and unpracticed, but it was clear she'd been quite eager for her revenge, tugging on the chain and pounding her Mistress. Cubby went wild, squirming helplessly between us, her pinioned legs providing no leverage. She growled and thrashed, but was coming almost immediately, then again and again as I taunted and teased her for losing control, while admonishing Rosebud to "show this cunt what she's for."

Finally, Rosebud shoved the cock all the way in, leaning back and forward to move the shaft inside of her, and coming violently. She collapsed on top of Cubby, who came one more time with a long moan. I reached up, wrapping my arms around the pile of girlflesh on top of me, then came deep in my little Cubby Hole. I finally pushed the girls off, and strapped Cubby into her tight sleepsack.

I'd "accidentally" turned on Rosebud's vision earlier. It was actually halfway on, making the room hazy and dim, but allowing her to see enough to make out her master and mistress, and the general shape of her well-lit surroundings. I could feel her eyes on me as I packed Cubby's holes with electric toys that would buzz and shock her on and off throughout the night, disturbing her sleep, and ensuring that she would be groggy, slick, wound up, and eager for revenge by morning.

"You did well, Rosebud," I said, fixing a short hobble between her ankles. "And don't worry; your mistress is very forgiving. You haven't broken any rules, after all." I heard her breath catch at that comment. Apparently, she hadn't been thinking about Mistress' revenge. I set a household system that would play a role in my plans and turned her on her side, then pulled up the blankets, spooning her with my cock sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Then I closed my eyes. "If you need to use the bathroom, just rub your ass against me, until I wake up, slave. Sleep well."

Whether or not she found it odd that I went to sleep with the lights on and the door to the hall open, she didn't seem to suspect a trap. Not twenty minutes later, I felt her ever so slowly easing away from me, her butt cheeks gently tugging at my cock. She froze as I mumbled, rolling over, and pretending to fall back asleep. I could sense her waiting tensely for several minutes. Then, slowly, she scooted over until her legs were dangling out of bed.

I was surprised by how quietly she managed to lower herself down. I could feel the bed move, but there was very little sound; even the rattling of the chain between her ankles was barely louder than a whisper. Carefully, she crept to the bedroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open, and making her way into the hall. As soon as she did, there was a beep from the panel near my bed, and I heard Rosebud grunt, and thud against the wall. As soon as she'd left the room, the collar had given her a strong shock. At the same time, the reservoir had released a dose of the same paralytic I'd used to capture her the first day, and her vision had gone black. Being released into her mouth, it absorbed a bit more slowly than when injected into her body. She was sinking to the floor when I came out, her arms weakly scrabbling at the wall.

"What are you doing, silly girl?" I asked, grabbing her from behind, my erection sanwiched between her ass cheeks. "Were you jealous, seeing your Mistress get all the punishment and you not get any?" I picked her up, carrying her back into the bedroom, her body flopping about weakly.

I lowered her gently on her back. "Don't feel too bad -- it was partly my fault for giving you too much freedom too quickly. We'll see about some new restrictions in the morning," I said, removing the chain between her legs. "You can start to make it up by helping your master fall back to sleep." I spread her legs and slid into her, drawing the blanket up over my shoulders. I sighed, her warm snatch and breasts pillowing me from below while the heavy blanket warmed me from above. A perfect end to a perfect day.