Kitten pulled me into her arms and asked me, "Do you want to hear of my first visit to Sir Brendan's, baby?"
I nodded and she began.
"I inquired as we stopped here in front of this wrought iron gate. 'Is this our destination Master?'
"'Yes, Kitten, and it will be an evening we will both enjoy.' He replied punching in the code to gain entrance. I could make out a large stone mansion at the end of the oak tree lined drive. He went on to add, 'I know this is something you've fantasized about and I want the full impact of the evening to be a treat, with no preconceived notions about what's in store for you.'
"The car came to a halt at the mansion's front entrance. Three circular stone steps led up to a set of large double doors. Master moved to my door, opened it and extended his hand to help me out into the cool fall evening. I was dressed in a red silk wrap around blouse, black leather mini skirt black garters and hose, set off by red leather over the calf fold top boots.
"As I stood awaiting his next command, he ran his hand under my skirt and passed his fingers lightly over my shaved pussy, then back to my plump heart shaped ass."
She giggled then, "I was so excited, I started to roll my hips as his fingers returned to the front of my body and started to massage my clit. He watched my face become a mask of sensuous longing as his fingers worked their magic. I had belonged to him for quite a while. He had become very familiar with my body and took great delight in the movements and responses he could elicit.
" 'Just a little appetizer,' he told me. 'Go to the door and ring the bell.' I complied.
"The double doors swung open and a large, very athletic man in a formal butler's cut-away uniform greeted us. I was really impressed by his size. He was about six foot five and around two hundred thirty-five pounds. I remember musing; this was a man that could make me feel petit.
" 'Host Sir Brendan will greet you in the Great Room. Please walk this way.' We entered a well-lit room with sumptuous furnishings, and a welcome fire in the handsome marble fireplace.
"Sir Brendan rose from a large over stuffed sofa to greet us. 'A pleasure to see you again,' he said to Master and they shook hands. Sir Brendan looked at me with an expression I could not quiet define. He appeared to be appraising me, but there was more behind it.
" 'I would like to present my slave, Kitten," Master said, as he indicated the gold "K" on the two inch wide black collar around my neck. Master motioned with his right hand and I placed my hands on my head and turned around for them, making four ninety-degree pivots to my right. He would often use hand signals as well as commands, saying "A slave should be totally aware of her Master's every demand'.
"I stole a glance at Sir Brendan. He is of average height and build, about five foot ten and one hundred seventy-five pounds. He was dressed in a blue silk shirt, gray wool slacks, and black leather boots. He offered us some hundred-year-old brandy and joined us, by offering a toast 'To a night of firsts,' he said. This puzzled me, but I raised my glass and tasted the drink. The brandy traced a warm pleasant trail down my throat as I sipped it.
" 'Let's go to the workout room.' Sir Brendan suggested and we descended a spiral staircase down to the next level, the workout room came into view. The lighting was indirect and it took several seconds for my eyes to focus on the various pieces of equipment throughout the slate-floored room with its stone walls. There was a padded whipping block in the center of the room with two sets of stirrups at the top and bottom of each corner. Chains hung from the beams at numerous locations, recessed rings in the floor, a pillory, three whipping poles, a large gymnastic vaulting horse, a bondage/whipping cross on either side of the fireplace, and a large one armed sofa exactly like the one upstairs. There were large upholstered benches against two of the walls."
Kitten slid one hand up my skirt to roll my clit and the other cupped and squeezed my breast.
" 'What do you think of my little gymnasium my dear?' Sir Brendan asked.
"I'm not the least bit disappointed," I replied.
"I have talked to your Master on several occasions and we decided to help you satisfy a longing you've had for some time."
"I looked at Master. He smiled and motioned for me to sit beside him. My skirt rose to expose the tops of my black garter hose. I moved to pull my skirt down but Master stopped me. Sir Brendan reached over and pushed a button on the wall as he remarked, 'You are quite exquisite, my dear."
Several seconds later the butler descended the steps. He was naked. I watch his muscular body ripple as he knelt in front of Sir Brendan and licked his boots. 'This is Cunt,' Sir Brendan said. "I use him like a cunt and treat him like one. Did you lay out the proper outfit?"
" 'Yes, Sir," he said, his face still pressed against the black boots.
" 'Good. Now entertain our guests while I go and change."
"What form, Sir?" he asked, and was told to perform the 'infinity circle', and Sir Brendan was gone.
"Cunt moved to the couch and sat beside me. He was only partially erect. After several moments of stroking himself, he had an erection I knew to be over ten inches long and quite thick. I know I licked my lips as he circled the base with his right hand and cradled his balls with his left. The long thick cock pointed directly toward the ceiling. He drew in his stomach and bent at the waist and neck.
"Then to Master's amazement and my delight he took four to five inches of his penis into his mouth and began to auto fellate himself. I was transfixed by his feat. All I could do was stare at the spectacle before me. My breathing became quite rapid, and I tried to slip my hand under my skirt, but Master patted it away. I couldn't take my eyes off the man beside me.
"Let me hold it," I whispered hoarsely. He let go and I grasped the base of the shaft with both hands. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing as he worked it harder and harder with his mouth. Just then Sir Brendan's voice cut through our erotic reverie.
"I jumped and pulled my hands away as he said, 'You weren't going to cum with out permission were you, Cunt?' Cunt abruptly stopped and sat bolt upright.
" 'No, no Sir', came his shaky reply and his penis rapidly deflated.
"Sir Brendan snapped his fingers and Cunt scurried on his knees to the bench on the far wall and pushed the seat open with his mouth to reveal a storage area. He plunged his head into it and emerged with a large well made strap-on dildo between his lips. The straps were strong and well made with a ten-inch realistic latex cock protruding from it, a replica of the original on cunt. He crawled back to the sofa and placed it at Sir Brendan's feet. He then made several more trips back to the bench for a riding crop two punishment straps (one short, one long). A heavy braided leather cat, quirts, restraints, and various chrome snap clips. He stopped, panting at Sir Brendan's feet and looked up for approval.
" 'You finished well within the usual time limit.' he told Cunt and a small smile of accomplishment began to appear on his face, but it became a look of total dejection when Sir Brendan said, 'I don't see any canes, do I?' He delivered a ringing smack to his slave's upturned face and I gasped. 'Tell our guest what that means, you worthless little slut.'
" 'No limits during this session,' he uttered weakly before he crawled back to the still open storage bench. He had begun to whimper when he was reprimanded again. At last he located three canes and as he crawled back he began to sob openly.
" 'You know what's in store for you don't you, you little bitch," smirked Sir Brendan. He placed the canes at Sir Brendan's feet and fervently resumed tonguing the boots.
"Sir Brendan was dressed head to toe in rich soft leather; a tailored black leather shirt and cut-away jeans held up by chrome studded red leather suspenders. There were two zippers on the front of the jeans one each from just inside the suspender and attachment to beneath his crotch to form a chrome V. A pair of dark black riding boots with spurs completed the outfit.
"He barked a command for Cunt to get the short punishment strap. It had a stiff polished leather T handle to which was attached a double over spanking strap eighteen inches long by four inches wide.
" 'Ups and downs,' he said to him and Cunt crawled to the whipping block in the center of the floor, raised his upper body and placed his hands on the block. He was kneeling on the floor facing us his torso and arms were parallel to the floor. His eyes blinked rapidly as his face betrayed the fear in his mind. Sir Brendan raised the strap and let it hover behind his right shoulder, letting the anticipation build.
"Just as the kneeling figure emitted a sob, he walloped the muscular buttocks with an ear-splitting stroke and followed it at once with a second stroke and applied, in all, ten heavy cuts. I had slipped my hand into Master's and was squeezing it tight.
"The instant the tenth stroke was given, Cunt vaulted up on top of the block and knelt on the side closest to the sofa, his hands on the opposite side. The ten initial strokes had been given across the middle of Cunt's bottom, and Sir Brendan's skill was such, there appeared to be only a single four inch wide red band, all ten had been delivered in exactly the same area.
"While his subject was kneeling on the block, Sir Brendan worked ten additional blistering shots down the left thigh from the creases to just above the knee. The openly crying servant dropped back to the floor and received a second dose of ten on his smarting ass. They were applied just above the initial ten. Back up on the top, Sir Brendan changed sides to prove he was quite proficient with his left arm as well, as he worked the right thigh top to bottom. Returning to the bottom of the block, Cunt's ass received its third dose of ten just below the first ten. His entire ass was a bright pink. Up on top of the block again, Sir Brendan moved in directly behind him and applied a set of five stingers to each outer thigh. With Cunt back on the floor, Sir Brendan stepped back a bit to bring the punishing leather across the cheek nearest him with the tip curling into the crevice between the reddening buttocks."
I could feel the heat in my ass as she told me, and I wiggled under her hands. "You okay, Baby?" she asked, "I think you're starting to see why Master asked you not to go in without him."
All I could do was nod in reply.