Master Laura's Property Pt. 13

This is one part in a series of stories. While it can be read as a stand alone story, I encourage you to read the preceding chapters. This particular chapter includes elements of femdom, CBT, humiliation, golden showers, and orgasm denial. If that's not your thing, please select another story.

I was at Master Laura's house for the weekend, cleaning it top to bottom while She relaxed with a glass of wine and a good book. Weeks of denial had left me on edge, and even the simple act of being naked in Her presence left me aching with need, my pathetically small cock straining against the pink chastity cage i wore at all times. It followed a vicious cycle, stiffening and hardening, to strain against the confines of the cage, then softening as the discomfort overwhelmed the excitement. Within minutes, the cycle started again, my cock struggling to grow erect before being cruelly denied by the hard cage.

I was on my hands and knees in Her bathroom, scrubbing Her toilet inside and out when i heard Her phone ring. Her cheery greeting to whoever was calling immediately turning serious as She listened. All i could hear was Her side of the conversation, but She sounded increasingly upset.

"Oh no!"

"He didn't!"

"Are You serious?"

"Ohhhh i am so so sorry!"

"Wow!"

"OHhhhh! I can NOT believe that!!"

The conversation continued on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes before i heard Her calling me. Knowing She was upset, i scrambled to obey, presenting myself on my knees before Her. Master Laura's voice was curt, almost angry.

"We need to go see Ms. Camila. Throw some clothes on and get my keys."

I immediately acknowledged Her instructions, and hurried to obey, taking only moments to prepare at meet Her in Her garage. But even as I hurried, my thoughts turned to Ms. Camila, the stunningly beautiful spa owner that Master Laura was good friends with. The last, and only, time i'd met Her, She'd waxed every hair from my body below the neck, and then humiliated me by stroking me to an overwhelming powerful orgasm in just four strokes of Her perfect hand. Master Laura had rewarded Her by allowing Her to drench me in Her golden fluids, while Ms. Camila's lover gave Her the pounding that i never could.

On the drive over, Master Laura gave no indication of what was upsetting Her, and no hint at what was to come. She drove in a rush, the only stop at an ATM, where She instructed me to pull everything I could from my account. My hands shook with trepidation. I was accustomed to Her financial domination, and having to make regular tributes to Her, as well as paying for Her dates with one of Her bulls, but this was a new turn. Despite that fear, so deep was my submission that I knew I would keep withdrawing until the machine stopped dispensing cash. The ATM limited me to $400 per transaction, so I maxed out to withdrawals. With my third attempt, a message popped onto the screen that there was a daily withdrawal limit of $1000 per day, so I selected $200, and returned to the car with $1000 in hand. Once I handed it over to Master Laura, we were on our way once more.

We arrived at the spa, and Ms. Camila greeted us at the door. She was even more ravishing than I remembered, although Her smile greeting Master Laura was forced and tight. I knew I shouldn't, but couldn't resist looking at the stunning woman before me, and felt a surge of excitement. She wore a skimpy white sports bra, that lifted and presented Her D-cup breasts perfectly, while the fabric contrasted so erotically with Her golden tan. Her stomach was taut and flat, and showed the benefits of hours in the gym toning Her incredible physique. Perhaps the shortest pair of spandex shorts ever made hugged Her hips. The white fabric clung to Her curves, and ended just where Her perfectly sculpted ass met Her thighs. Ms. Camila had rolled the waistband down once or twice, to display a maximum amount of skin, and the effect was truly awe inspiring. Long, toned, muscular legs, with perfectly formed calves practically screamed to be worshiped, and the small, glistening white sneakers She wore only emphasized Ms. Camila's athletic build. I forced my eyes away from Her perfect body and glanced quickly at Her lovely face. It was just as beautiful as I remembered, only perhaps a bit colder this time. Her make up was darker, with harsher lines, and seemed to reflect the anger flashing in Her crystal blue eyes.

She led us into the treatment room and within minutes, I was stripped and on the treatment table. Ms. Camila had already prepared the waxing equipment, and immediately started. Her almost aggressive technique as She applied the wax, then forcefully pressed down the cloth strip, and yanked it violently off was effective in removing the hair, but left me gasping in pain each time. I tried to distract myself from the pain by listening in to their conversation, as Ms. Camila launched into a diatribe about Her lover, Roger. Well, ex-lover it seemed.

"So, you know Roger and I had an open relationship. We could both fuck whoever we wanted. The only rules were, we had to practice safe sex, we had to tell each other about it either before we slept with someone, or right afterward if it was just a random hook-up, and nothing that resembled a relationship. So no multi-day stuff, no trips together, nothing that might be considered 'dating.' That's worked for us for several years now. I know I've definitely enjoyed it. I mean, he's not really into the submissive stuff, so getting to express my dominant side with little slaves like yours, or other guys I meet works perfectly for me. But I found out that last week he took some 19 year old slut intern on his business trip, and was fucking her the whole time!!!" Ms. Camila's voice was rising in volume and intensity as She continued. "And, he's been fucking that little slut for months now, behind my back! Once would have been fine. We do that, and how can i blame any guy for wanting to bang some 19 year old. But over and over and over?!?! She probably doesn't even know what to do with a cock. I bet she just lays there, flat on her back, letting him pound her until he's finished. What the actual fuck!"

Master Laura said nothing, only murmuring an occasional, "oh my."

"The worst thing, I mean, the absolute worst thing, is I actually met her this week. I went over to his office to drop something off and she was there. That piece of shit of mine introduced her like it was nothing. Like he wasn't fucking her every chance he got. 'April.' That's her stupid name. And she's not even hot. I mean, I could get it if she was a hot new piece of pussy, but really! She has the most boring, bland face you can imagine. She has NO chest. I mean, she MIGHT have small b-cup titties, but I'm not even sure of that. And absolutely no ass. Flat as a board back there. I bet fucking her is like fucking a.... well, i don't know, but nothing good."

In her anger, Ms. Camila had finished the waxing, and I looked down at my hairless body, flushed pink from the process. Ms. Camila looked me up and down, then over at Master Laura.

"Normally, i'd put some aloe on his skin to help soothe it and calm it down, but i'm feeling a need to inflict some pain on a man right now. So do you mind if I skip that step?"

"Oh, Cami. Of course you can skip it," She responded with a laugh. "Although it's very generous of you to refer to my pet as 'a man'. After all, what kind of man lets someone lock his little cock away for months at a time? And as small as he is, even if he were unlocked, I don't think he'd qualify as a 'male'."

My face flushed with shame as Master Laura so openly denigrated me, a new sign of my ever deepening submission as i became less and less Her submissive slave and more and more a piece of property to be used.

"I know, Cami. Why do you work some frustrations out on my little pet here. It will make you feel better, I think."

Master Laura ordered me off the table, instructing to stand directly in front of Ms. Camila I could feel my body tensing in anticipation as I realized I was about to suffer at the hands of the stunningly beautiful woman.

With anger in every word, Ms. Camila instructed me, "Spread your legs!"

I immediately obeyed.

"Wider!"

I obeyed once more, my feet now well past shoulder width apart and leaving my nether regions exposed completely.

"Clasp your hands behind you head!"

Once more, my compliance was immediate. I clasped my hands, and forced myself to breathe slowly and calmly.

Ms. Camila stood before me, shifting Her weight from side to side. Despite my fear at what was about to come, I couldn't help but marvel at the way the muscles in Her toned legs rippled with each move, and felt a surge of arousal coursing through me. Her icy blue eyes looked me up and down, and She moistened her lips in anticipation.

With a suddenness that showed the results of Her regular workouts in the gym, Ms. Camila lashed out, Her sneaker clad foot impacting me squarely in my balls. The blow lifted me onto my toes, and without thinking, I reached down to cup my groin in my hands.

"Hands behind your head," She snarled.

I obeyed instantly, not wishing to further anger Her. Ms. Camila stood silently, watching me suffer, my heavy breathing belying the effort it took as I struggled with the pain. Just as the pain began to subside, Ms. Camila once again kicked me squarely on my balls. I dropped to my knees in response, only through sheer will keeping my hands clasped behind my head. After an initial cry of pain, I gritted my teeth, choking back my moans. Moments stretched to minutes, as the two women watched me struggling to recover. Ms. Camilastretched one leg out, resting it on the floor before me.

"Kiss it, slave. Worship the foot that inflicts so much pain."

I inched forward, and kissed the top of her sneaker-clad foot, grateful for the chance to express my submission to Her. A second kiss led to a third, and a fourth, before, finally, once more, Ms. Camila spoke.

"Stand up."

I lurched to my feet, and once again assumed the position.

Ms. Camila stepped close to me, so close I could feel the warmth of Her body. She reached up, and stroked my chest with both hands. Her perfectly manicured nails teasing my nipples as they became quite stiff under Her attention. Looking deeply into my eyes, a cruel smile twisting Her lips, She suddenly gripped my nipples tightly and twisted them savagely. I cried out once more in pain, but forced myself to remain still and endure. With a smirk, Ms. Camila pressed one shapely finger against my lips, allowing me to show my appreciation for the pain by kissing Her finger. She gazed deeply into my eyes, a predator eyeing Her prey, and I realized from Her dilated eyes and Her parted lips that She was growing aroused at the pain She was inflicting on me. Before I could finish processing that realization, Ms. Camila jerked Her left knee upward, slamming it into my balls.

I instantly collapsed to my knees, almost howling in pain, as I rocked from side to side, struggling to endure. Ms. Camila stepped back, and watched coldly as I gasped for air, pleased beyond words at the effect She had. She allowed me longer to recover this time, but even so, before I had completely caught my breath, She stepped forward. Bending slightly, Ms. Camila tapped one finger against Her knee, a silent command that I instantly understood. After forcing myself to my knees, I pressed my lips to Her skin, marveling, despite the pain, at how soft and warm Her skin was. She was gracious, and allowed me to worship Her knee for several minutes before stepping away.

"Whew! You're right, Laura. I needed that! I feel so much better now! In fact, I'm a bit turned on right now. And your slave! Such a good little pet."

"Mmmmm. Glad I could help Cami," She responded with a smile. "Now, if you're in the mood, and want some... relief... my pet can help you with that. You're welcome to take him down the hall and.... enjoy."

"You know, I wasn't really in the mood before you two got here, but, now that you mentioned it...." She trailed off with a smile. Looking down at me seemed to help Her decide. "Pet, start crawling. Down the hall. You know where to go."

Indeed, I did know where to go. On my last visit there, Ms. Camila had taken me into a small room fitted with a shower, where She'd proceed to allow me to worship Her pussy before drenching me with Her golden fluids.

Despite the still lingering pain, I began crawling from the room, hoping against hope I would be allowed to worship Her. Master Laura and Ms. Camila had a brief, but muffled, conversation as I left the room, before I heard Ms. Camila approaching behind me. I was about halfway down the hall when I heard Her soft voice.

"Stop. Right there. Stop."

I obeyed, pausing on my hands and knees, and awaiting further instructions.

"This is almost too perfect," She said, more to Herself than me. "I just can't resist, the way those balls are hanging down, just begging for attention." Louder now, "Spread them, pet."

I swallowed nervously, but obeyed, spreading my legs wide open so that once more I was fully exposed. Facing away from Ms. Camila, on my hands and knees, legs spread, I'd never felt more vulnerable. Without warning, She lashed out once more, a brutal kick that nearly lifted me into the air. Once more, I gasped in pain, and resisted the urge to retch at the pain radiating from my tormented balls. Ms. Camila gave a low, sexy, laugh as She watched, before ordering me to continue.

At last, we reached the end of our journey - a small room fitted with a shower. She instructed me to lay flat on the floor, and then stood over me, straddling my hips and allowing me to gaze up at Her flawlessly perfect legs. Despite the abuse my balls had taken, the sight of this perfect Woman standing over me left me aching with desire, and my little cock beginning to stiffen in its cage. Ms. Camila could see the effect She had on me, and reveled in the lust Her perfect body inspired. She slid Her thumbs in the waistband of the microscopically small spandex shorts, and with the sexiest shimmy imagineable, slid them down Her legs, working them over Her sneakers and then tossing them aside. A long pause followed, as She allowed me to admire Her perfect pussy lips. Perfectly shaven, small, tight, and flawless like the rest of Her body, Her pussy practically begged to be devoured by a devoted slave.

With an almost feline grace, Ms. Camila squatted down, offering up Her pussy to be worshipped, and I greedily pressed my lips to Hers. Every inhalation filled me with the musky scent of Her arousal, and with the first caress of my tongue between Her pussy lips, I could taste Her arousal. After the brutality of Her abuse, the moment was surprisingly intimate, and I savored the opportunity to once more give Her oral pleasure. I lapped hungrily at Her pussy, my tongue stiffening to thrust inside Her, with each thrust eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from Ms. Camila. Her wetness increased, as did the scent of Her arousal, and She began lowering Her weight onto my face, grinding Her hips, taking Her pleasure from the eager slave beneath Her. I lay beneath Her, loving the way Her juices were coating my face, looking up at Her, watching Her toned abs flexing as She ground hard against my lips. At last, Ms. Camila cried out in pleasure as an orgasm ripped through Her body, and She shuddered from the force of it, before letting Her full weight rest on my face, almost suffocating me as She recovered. Despite my difficulty breathing, I wanted the moment to last forever, as each breath filled me with Her scent, and Her taste lingered on my lips.

Eventually, Ms. Camila stood up, stretching her toned legs and looked down at me. The cruel glint in Her eyes had faded, as though Her anger had been relieved by the punishment She'd inflicted and the pleasure She'd received. After a few minutes to recover, Ms. Camila took a step, so that She straddled my waist. Squatting down, She lowered Herself until Her pussy was only inches from my caged cock. I gasped with lust and desire, as I could not recall the last time my tiny cock had been so close to a woman's pussy. And I had never been with a woman as flawless sexy and beautiful as Ms. Camila. Sensing the effect She had on me, Ms. Camila smirked down at me, before closing Her eyes, visibly relaxing, and releasing a stream of Her hot, golden fluid onto my caged cock. The warm fluid coursed over my abused balls, and almost pleasing bit of relief after the repeated punishment they had endured. When the golden stream finally stopped, Ms Camilla again straddled my face, allowing just a few moments for me to eagerly worship Her pussy once more. I could taste the salty tang as my tongue caressed Her pussy, before whimpering in frustration as She stood up. Ms. Camila stepped from the shower, and then reached back in to turn on a stream of cold water, so that i might rinse myself before She returned me to Master Laura.

Once rinsed, and dried, I returned to the treatment room to join the two Ladies, who were chatting as they waited. At Master Laura's instruction, i dressed quickly and knelt at Her side while they finished their conversation. Just as they wrapped up, Master Laura reached into Her purse, and pulled out a thick stack of bills - the same stack I'd withdrawn from the ATM earlier that day.

"Cami, this is a gift from my pet here. He knows he is unworthy of You, and wanted to make up for that inadequacy by giving You a tribute."

Ms. Camila took the money and set it on the table beside here, before She glanced at me.

"You know, pet, it's nice that you know you're inadequate. Remember, I've seen what's inside that little cock cage of yours, and I know you can never please a woman with that tiny thing. And so, you have to serve and please in other ways. Tributes really are the best way to do that, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ms. Camila. Thank You for allowing me offer You a tribute. Thank You for accepting such a gift from me."

With that, Master Laura decided it was time to go. We rode in silence to Her home, and, once inside, I stripped naked once more. I had grown so used to being naked, or dressed in lingerie, that it was almost a relief to shed my clothes. Following Master Laura into Her living room, I knelt before Her as she settled into Her favorite armchair.

"You did quite well today, pet. I suspected Cami was going to punish you, and you endured it very nicely. You're turning into a very well trained slave, I think."

I didn't respond, but felt a surge of devotion at Her words. Her praise gave me more pleasure than I would have thought possible.

"In fact, you did so well, I think I'm going to give you a reward." As She spoke, She unbuttoned Her blouse, and reached inside, freeing one massive breast from Her bra. She pulled it free and released it, so it hung, heavily, exposed, sagging against Her body.

"Pet, I will allow you to worship My breast for a few moments. As a reward for being an obedient little pet for Me."

I greedily leaned forward, my lips wrapping around Her nipple, my tongue flicking against it to coax it into stiffening in my mouth. Just that act alone was enough to send me deep into subspace as I suckled from Her enormous breast. I glanced briefly up at Her, seeing Her watching me as I nibbled and kissed Her pale flesh, before closing my eyes in blissful ecstasy. Master Laura allowed me to continue for several long minutes, covering Her breast with soft caresses of my lips, regularly returning to suckle Her erect nipple, before She finally pushed me away.

"That's enough, pet. You're dismissed for the day. I will summon you when I need you."