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“So Renee,” Master Hendryk said into my ear, leaning over me and putting his left hand gently around my throat. His right hand stayed on my bottom, his fingers touching mine, his palm pressing softly on the base of the plug as if to make sure I could not forget its huge presence inside me. “Did you think about why I left you in Candy’s hands?”
CHAPTER17
Renee
“I need…” I choked out. “I need…”
I felt Master Hendryk’s right hand move, the fingers creeping gently across the lowest part of my right ass-cheek. I felt him grasp the base of the plug and even that tiny movement made me whimper and gasp.
“Yes, Renee?” he asked softly, his lips brushing right against my ear, then planting a startlingly gentle kiss on my cheek, right where it met the fabric of the comforter. “What do you need?”
He wiggled the plug, and the feeling of that tormenting fullness together with the delicate sensation of his lips rendered me utterly speechless. I could only let out little sobs into the mattress with each tiny movement of the disciplinary device in my bottom.
“Candy?” he asked. “Do you know?”
“I think so, Master!” my bed sister exclaimed.
Through the haze of discomfort and helpless arousal I could still feel the impression of strangeness Candy’s almost-human behavior left. A real girl would have gone on to tell Master Hendryk what she had guessed about his decision to leave me with her.
“Yes?” he asked, still moving the enormous plug very gently inside me.
“I think she needs to understand that even when you’re not with her she still needs to behave herself, or she’ll be punished the same way you would if you were there… like when she was mean to me, and you weren’t there. And…”
“Yes, Candy?” Master Hendryk asked. I gave a cry then, because he had started to pull the plug out. The thought of the ordeal of having to expel the horrid thing, the terrible mortification of wondering what it would look like when it came out of me, and the knowledge that my master intended to give me another ordeal immediately, this one on his rigid thrusting manhood, made me feel faint.
“And I think you did it because Renee needs to get used to being punished by anyone you decide should punish her. She belongs to you, and so you get to make those choices for her. That’s part of the strict discipline she needs.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned. Despite the discomfort of Master Hendryk tugging at the base of the plug, I had absorbed Candy’s words, and I had seen the terrible truth of that idea.
“And,” my owner said, pulling harder on the horrible thing filling up my anus, “is that what you need, Renee?”
A kind of keening wail rose from my throat and out my nose. I found that I had started to shake my head as much as I could with my face in the comforter, just a small movement but one that I felt certain my master would recognize as negation and defiance.
“Shh, my dear,” he said into my ear. “You know how. Help me get it out of you so I can put my cock in there. You know you need it. You know Candy is right.”
With a sobbing cry I arched my back and pushed, feeling blood rush to my face and, more dismayingly, to my pussy. I felt the thickest ridge pass the tight ring of my anus, and I wanted to beg Master Hendryk to stop there and let me rest for a moment, but he kept pulling—a sign, it occurred to me very distantly, of the urgency of his desire to enjoy me.
As the plug left me, and left a strangely complex feeling of emptiness behind it, a mixture of emotions came into my chest that surprised—no, shocked—me, and redoubled the blush in my cheeks. I felt proud that disciplining me so lewdly and degradingly had made my master so hard, for I felt certain that his huge penis had gotten that way in teaching me this humiliating lesson. I thought I could feel it in the way the hand around my throat moved, stroking my neck… that he had an erection that demanded swift satisfaction inside the body of the concubine he had purchased for that purpose, for his sexual use when his penis got hard and he needed to fuck.
And I felt…happy.That part shocked me most: I had felt the same strange pride with Master G, when I had gotten his cock very stiff and ready in my mouth, or when I felt him grow long and ready under me while he spanked me over his lap. I had felt happy with Master G, too, I supposed, because he had praised me and made me feel like I had found my place.
Master Hendryk, to my surprise and dismay, had just made me happy in what seemed to me the complete opposite way. I felt contentment, and even the beginnings of affection, despite the shame and pain of this punishment he inflicted on me. As he pulled the enormous plug free of my bottom with a sound so embarrassing it made me whimper, I felt happy that my new owner knew how to treat me with severity when he wished, without any regard for my desires.
It made no sense. I felt my anus close at last, though, and a wave of pleasure and need spread like wildfire through my pussy. An empty ache took hold in my vagina. It all seemed to come from the idea that Master Hendryk would ensure that my misbehavior would receive its just reward even if he didn’t have the time or the inclination to do it himself just then.
“Candy,” he said. “Take this and wash it, please.”
A new wave of heat came into my face.
“You’ll wash it yourself next time, Renee,” my master told me. “But I need to get into your ass this second.”
“Yes, Master!” Candy said. I heard her feet moving. I felt Master Hendryk’s hand leave my throat, and then I felt his weight shift the bed.
“Spread those cheeks nice and wide, girl,” he told me in a voice thick and rough with arousal.
I bit my lip as yet another wave of blushing warmth filled my cheeks. I pulled, feeling how the obscene movement made me more accessible to my master’s unnatural invasion.
The firm softness of the head of his cock pressed at the tiny place where he had already opened me so cruelly and filled me so full. His naked legs straddled me, their wiry golden hairs brushing against my flanks and bringing a shudder at the sheer masculinity of my owner’s powerful body. With a whining moan from deep in my throat, I tried to open to the intrusion of his huge manhood.
