The conclusion of the collaboration on Mysticalraine's

"The Love of a slave, for her Master"

The sounds of the room swirled round her as Susan tried to relax for the upcoming events. She heard her Master rise to his feet and make his way to the rear of the table to join the couple. She knew they were appraising her, judging what they thought she might be capable of handling. The thought frightened her. She told herself to remember that this was about her pleasure, but she also knew her Master’s desire was involved, and that had always come at the edges of her limits. Behind her they spoke in hushed whispers, and she was only able to decipher the occasional word. She listened hardest for her Master’s words, trying to find comfort in the resonance of his voice, but all she could hear was the woman.

Debi scared her. She has always imagined when the day arrived for her to make love with another woman that it would be someone like herself, someone soft, and caring. Perhaps someone who was also experimenting with their first time. She had actually been looking forward to the act, knowing that new worlds of pleasure would be found in the soft caress and curves of another female. But this tiny blonde...this woman, was nothing like her fantasies. Her eyes were cold, an icy blue that made you wish to look away when they caught your own. She seemed to never smile, at least in the short time that Susan had looked at her, and her mouth looked like it was more at home with a sneer. When she felt that finger slide into her, the shiver that ran through her body had been one of revulsion, knowing that Debi was behind her, taking what she wanted despite the way that Susan felt. The real horror had come at the sound of her laugh, a haughty, haunting sound. The cruelty and control inherent in it made her feel vulnerable and she squeezed her thighs tightly together, knowing that the woman was behind her, somewhere...lurking.

The whispers died out, and Susan knew her moment had come. She heard the scraping of furniture sliding across the polished wood floor and knew that the men were arranging the room for its best usage. They worked silently, and this more than anything else increased her level of apprehension. At the sound of movement in front of her, Susan opened her eyes to find her Master and Mike setting the large oval mirror down at the end of the table. Susan had always loved the deep, rich, mahogany of the frame, and in the past had reveled in the sight of her Master touching her, stroking her, while they gazed at their reflection in the looking glass. Now with a start she saw Debi behind her, the sneer she had feared, alive on her face, and her eyes glued to those of Susan’s reflection. An involuntary shudder coursed through her and she saw Debi smile, something she would rather not have witnessed.

Stepping around the mirror her Master came and leaned over her, and she shifted her eyes to meet his. In his smile she saw all of the love and patience he had shown her over the last few years, and her body relaxed, understanding from that look that she was alright. He brought his face close to hers and slid his fingers into the thick hair at the back of her neck.

"Are you ready my pet?" he asked.

She breathed for a moment, questioning herself, canvassing her body for the fear she knew lay dormant there. When she no longer felt the urge to flee the room, she answered simply, in the way she knew he would understand.

"Yes Master..I am."

"And your safe word pet? Say it loudly for everyone so we all understand."

Susan sighed, a very soft sound that could only be heard by her Master. Her safe word...she had never used it, always hated the thought of it because she knew that when she did everything came to a halt. She understood that it was her only protection, that it gave her the final word whenever something was happening beyond her control, but secretly she had always felt that to use it meant she had given up, and somehow failed her Master. She had even picked a silly word, one that helped her to refrain from it’s usage just by the nature of speaking it. She did so now, as her Master’s grip tightened in her hair she said loudly;

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."

"Thank you pet," her Master said, as he released her hair and stood, walking over to the fireplace. On his way she saw him nod to the man Mike, and pick up a long wrapped package she had not seen before she was strapped to the table. His back to her, her Master unwrapped the package and busied himself tending to the fire. Susan felt a hand touch her exposed behind and looked into the mirror to find Mike behind her, letting his hand glide slowly along the downward curve of her bottom. His hands were soft, more like a woman’s that a man’s and the touch felt good after the earlier invasion of his wife. She closed her eyes, and let her mind settle down, pushing her worry away as the rhythmic stroking of Mike’s hands increased. He traced her bottom using the flat palm of his hand, covering the entire surface like a craftsman polishing the aged wood of his favorite possession. Every few seconds he would push down as he stroked, until the movement became a massage as much as a caress, a kneading of the soft round flesh. Susan felt herself sink deeper into the table as her body rocked slowly back and forth with the force of his hands. She could hear the soft rattle of the cuffs that held her ankles as her feet lifted inches from the ground with every upward stroke. Warmth began to spread from the skin beneath his fingers and move along the contours of her body. God...how she loved to have her behind touched, and this man understood full well how to do so. She was not surprised to feel her wetness arrive, and it was not long before single drops began to trace slow paths along her inner thighs, as Mike’s hands worked their magic behind her.

Susan had let herself float with the sensations he had created within her, so the feeling of the table moving, and weight being settled upon it surprised her. She opened her eyes to find Debi, now completely nude crawling over the end of the large table toward her. When had she shed her clothes? And ohh god...the look in those blue eyes had trouble flashing a warning even an ingenue could not miss. Her eyes watching Debi's every movement, Susan felt Mike’s hands stop their rubbing, and a groan was forced from her throat as he parted her nether lips and plunged two fingers inside of her without warning. Debi laughed at the sound of her surprise and the trembling of her mouth, and as she reached Susan, she savagely grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her face up to within inches of her own.

"Are you sure this one is worthy of my time Martin?" Debi called over her shoulder to Susan’s Master, her eyes locked on Susan’s own.

"She’s yours to do whatever you want with Deb," her Master called back, fiddling with something in the fireplace.

Debi laughed once more upon hearing that, and Susan found her body quickly overwhelmed with two very separate emotions. Mike’s fingers were dancing inside of her, tickling the walls of her center with expert care. He would slide his fingers almost to the point of withdrawal, and then force them back in, pressing down on the ridge of bumpy flesh below her pubic bone and sending sparks of pleasure cascading along her spine. But the feel of Debi’s hand in her hair, the pain associated with the tight grip she held, left her thoughts questioning her earlier answer to her Master, and dreading what she saw in the woman’s eyes. As Debi leaned closer still, Susan readied herself for the kiss she knew was coming, but as the woman's lips brushed her own, Susan was astonished as Debi opened her mouth and took Susan's lower lip between her teeth, savagely biting it. Susan jerked backward involuntarily, forgetting all about Mike behind her and in doing so impaled herself upon his fingers, her sudden movement forcing a third finger between those lips. The fullness inside of her, and the pain of the bite caused her body to betray her mind, and all three of them were shocked when an orgasm rocked Susan’s naked frame, the vibrations felt by everyone in the human chain at the table.

Tears stung the corners of Susan's eyes as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled over her. The skin of her face was hot with shame, and she could feel her center contracting around Mike’s fingers buried so deeply inside. She felt Debi open her mouth, releasing her lip from the vice of those teeth, and the relief of blood rushing into the bruised flesh caused the tears to overflow the borders of her eyes, blurring her sight as they splashed onto the table below. Susan felt the hand in her hair tighten and she stiffened as Debi’s face came close once again to her own, only to feel the softness of Debi’s tongue lash out and steal a tear from her cheek. Debi released her hair, and leaned back on her hands, smiling as she tasted the salty reward. After all that had happened, the sneers, the harsh braying laughter, and the bite, this single act struck Susan as the most evil thing the little blonde could have done. Anger throbbed in her chest, fighting with the pleasure spreading upward from her center, and before she knew what she was doing, she had reached out and grabbed Debi’s naked thighs, flipping the little blonde backward in the process. The sound of her back striking the table and the soft "oomph" that escaped her lips as it did so was so satisfying that Susan heard herself laugh through her tears in triumph. She heard a rustle by the fireplace and looked over to see her Master on one knee, an iron bar in his hand, watching these new developments with avid interest.

Susan felt the power of the moment building, Mike’s fingers inside of her were still, her Master’s eyes were watchful, yet not disapproving, and Debi was still recovering from having the breath knocked out of her. Making up her mind Susan wrapped her arms around Debi’s still flailing legs, and pulled her small body towards her, using her bound ankles as leverage in the move. She heard Debi’s say "What the hell...?" as she wrapped her arms around the petite blonde’s thighs, pulling her naked mound closer to her face, while pinning her to the table in her own vise-like grip. This time it was Mike’s laughter which filled the room, a pleasant deep bass sound, and he signaled his approval of this brashness by slowly resuming the stroking of her wetness. Susan tightened her grip on Debi’s thighs, and looked up, to see Debi looking down along her naked body into her eyes, all traces of her former superiority vanquished for the moment. Above her she could see Mike’s image in the mirror, unbuttoning his pants with his free hand as he continued his caress of her now slippery backside, all the while watching intently the power play taking place on the table.

Flushed with her success, Susan leaned forward and nipped at the folds of Debi’s center, using the tips of her teeth to make the small bite sting. The resulting yelp was all the encouragement she needed, and she followed the first bite with a second, tightening her hold anew as Debi began an honest struggle to get loose. Susan bit her hard one last time, and as Debi let loose with a pained howl said aloud, "If you continue to struggle, I will leave bruises here that wont let you wear shorts again until summertime rolls around!" She felt the fight drain out of Debi’s thighs with that threat, and realized that her anger had brought her closer to a woman's sex than she had ever been. She loosened her hold a bit, and when Debi made no move to escape ran her fingers through the soft down that covered her pubic mound. It was amazing how silky the soft curls were, a contrast to the hard woman to whom they belonged. Susan watched as the curls slid between her fingers, opening a path for the caress. She flicked her eyes over to her Master, and seeing his barely perceptible nod, tentatively ran the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh below those curls. Debi’s body jerked at this and Susan tightened her hand into a fist, trapping the soft curls as she licked a second time, this time more boldly. Susan used her tongue to part those lips, starting at the bottom and drawing the flat of her tongue upward, opening her with the stroke. The musky, heady scent which accompanied the delicate taste of her surprised Susan, and she pushed her face forward, licking this time in earnest, tracing the folds of her with each lick, and then using the flat of her tongue to open the folds and tease her inside.

Behind her Mike had succeeded in removing his pants without ever removing his fingers completely from her wetness, and now he stopped, and slid them out of her. The emptiness that they left evoked a muffled sigh, even as she drove her tongue ever deeper into the now spreading wetness of her captive. When she felt the much larger tip of his manhood parting her down below, her mind rejoiced, and she began to alternately lick and suck her prize in earnest. Mike paused for a moment, to let her feel the pulse of his member at her opening, and then slid himself in until the hair of their mounds mingled with her wetness. Susan jerked forward at this invasion, even though she had prepared herself when she felt the first touch of it, she had not expected him to be that large, and the fullness of him ground her hips into the table stretching her to previously unknown limits. She focused her mind on her task, feeling him draw slowly out of her, leaving only the tip of himself inside, and then impaling her once again with that fullness. When she found the rhythm he was building, a slow, steady waltz of his hips, she followed the motion with her body, and translated it to the warm prize in her mouth, forming a chain of pleasure.

She let her mind fall away, and floated, the warmth of him inside, stretching her with each thrust and the soft warmth of the flesh against her mouth becoming one....rocking as one. When his tempo increased, so did hers, matching each thrust of his member with a deeper lunge of her tongue. Susan slid her hands slowly up Debi’s small body, until they came to rest beside her smallish breasts. Noting all trace of fight had fled, she grabbed a tiny breast in each hand, and trapped each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling at the same time as she slid her tongue ever deeper. When Debi moaned Susan felt her blood pulse all the way down to her toes. Never in her life had she felt such power, and that combined with the wonderful pistoning of Mike’s member inside of her pushed her excitement level ever higher. Intent on making Debi squirm, she used her tongue to trace the walls of her wetness, while at the same time turning her head from side to side stretching the skin around the small bud of her clit. When Debi’s hips rose to meet her mouth, Susan pulled her nipples sharply and a groan filled the air as Debi dropped her hips quickly, understanding the message. Behind her, Mike’s tempo had finally outstripped her own and as she looked over Debi’s mound into the mirror she saw from the look of abandonment on his face that he would not be able to hold back much longer.

Intensifying her effort, Susan began to sink her tongue as deeply as it would penetrate, rhythmically shaking her head back and forth as she did so, vibrating Debi’s clit until the small blonde was lashing wildly beneath her. All trace of the controlling bitch that she had been earlier in the evening had vanished, and now she was writing at the hands of Susan like a lover who had no choice but to do her bidding. Watching Mike closely in the mirror now, Susan again matched him thrust for thrust, at the same time pulling Debi’s nipples sharply as she squeezed the soft little breasts in her hands. Debi’s moans filled the room, and the impact on Mike was clearly visible as his own thrusts grew wild and erratic, plunging inside of Susan in an attempt to find his way home. Licking for all she was worth, Susan plunged her tongue as deep as she could into Debi’s wetness. The sound of air rushing from Debi’s lungs was accompanied by bellows from Mike as he grabbed hold of Susan’s thighs and ground his cock into her, shaking violently as he came. Susan used that moment to withdraw her tongue from Debi’s center and just as Debi regained her air and began to cry out with her own orgasm Susan bit the lips of her pussy hard..just as Debi had done to her lower lip. Debi screamed and sudden wetness flowed over Susan’s mouth and tongue as Debi’s orgasm rocked her body from her crown to her toes.

Susan had never been more proud of herself than she was at that moment. As she lay there, with each half of the couple pulsing at either end of her body she understood she had won. She had pushed herself past a limit she never would have believed capable, all the while denying herself her own orgasm, while taking those of the couple by force. Mike slid out of her, now, spent and trembling, leaving a vast emptiness that could not dent the wonder of her achievement. Susan saw her forgotten Master cross the room to the table, silently picking up the tiny blonde in his arms, and carrying her to the couch, where he lay her down next to her spent husband, who had settled there when his legs would hold him up no longer. Susan smiled at the sight of Debi, sprawled across the couch, limp, as a pool of jello, absently rubbing her swollen crotch.

Walking back to the fireplace her Master leaned over, retrieving the rod he had been tending the fire with earlier, and all of the blood drained from Susan's body as he stood and the end of the instrument came into view.

"It’s time," he said to no one in particular as he moved toward her, the red hot glowing initials of his name, "MD" radiating heat she could feel well before he arrived at her side. Susan was instantly terrified, years ago they had talked about one day branding her with his initials, the brand, a deeper and more significant vow than even their wedding had been. She knew it was his most revered act of love, his recognition that she had conquered every wall placed before her. But the sight of the glowing initials caused a tremor to course through her body that she could not stop. In those seconds, her safe word sprang to mind, and she was flooded with relief as she realized she could stop this right here and now, and never have to suffer as much as a single moment of that searing pain. She looked past the branding iron to the eyes of her Master, and instantly regretted the thought that overwhelmed her mind just a moment ago. How could she ever think of turning down this gift from him? This man had given her five years of his constant attention and affection. He had taken an introverted young girl and turned her into a powerful and capable young woman. This brand, those initials were the epitome of his love, the final glowing acknowledgement that his love for her knew no bounds and that despite her submission, they were equals in love and life.

All of these thoughts passed in a flicker, as she stared into the eyes of the man she revered. Looking away, she lowered her eyes and lay her head down on the now cool surface of the table. Loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room Susan said, "Yes Master, it is time..." Making the moment hers, and sealing her fate.

Hours later Susan awoke in their bed, the pain of the brand on her bottom signaling the arrival of consciousness. Her Master lay beside her, gently stroking her hair as he watched her wake up. He smiled as her eyes found his, and told her that their company had left, and that they could not stop talking about how wonderful she had been. Mike had commented that he had never seen a single person handle Debi like that, man, or woman, and her orgasm had been the most beautiful he had ever witnessed. Debi, for her part had been speechless, but completely pleased. Susan smiled at hearing these words and tried to tear her mind away from the throbbing of her behind. As if reading her mind, her Master slid his right hand down to her center, and slowly began to trace patterns across the lips. As time passed, and her wetness began to flow, he placed his body over hers, and slid himself inside. Gently rocking her at first he brought her spiraling higher and higher, until the orgasm she had denied herself earlier crested the plateau of her will and came crashing over her, and just as it did, her Master slid his hand down to her backside and placed his palm over her brand, squeezing it and sending her rocketing into mindlessness with his love.....