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The Connoisseur: A Romance of Sexual Captivity

Copyright© 2021 by Jack Corwin

Chapter 13: Sarah’s New Position

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Sarah’s New Position - Jack is a connoisseur of women, and a trainer of submissive slavegirls.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Slavery   Heterosexual   Fiction   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Oral Sex  

It was late, just after eleven o’clock that night, when we came inside at last. I removed Sarah’s coat and ankle bonds, keeping her naked with her wrists cuffed, and led her on a tour of the place. She marveled at the art and antiques; she expressed earnest admiration for my swords and my twin suits of armor. We spent considerable time in my library. I think she would happily have spent her life in there. Truly, the girl had excellent and refined tastes, especially for one so young, and of such limited experience of the wider world. After the Spartan, thrift shop drabness of her cheap apartment, she took it all in with eyes wide with wonder.

“You have quite a collection, Mr. Corwin.” She smiled up at me through her lashes. “You truly seem to appreciate and acquire the finest life has to offer.”

I reached out and gave her bare breast a caress as I nodded my agreement. “That I do, my treasure.” I gave the nipple a tweak before I attached a leash to her collar and led her on the rest of the tour.

At last, I led her down the winding staircase and showed her the wine cellar, and to the almost hidden door to the training room, but I did not take her inside. Let that wait. Let her anticipate. I held her body close to mine, her bare back against the coarse wool of my sweater, my hands across the smooth and taut skin of her belly, while I showed her the entrance. She rested her bound hands on mine. “We’ll explore that room tomorrow, my treasure. For now? Let your imagination run wild. I assure you, the Beast with his castle dungeon would roar with envy. His Beauty would surely tremble. That’s where I will mold and shape you, pet, where I will make you a true slave indeed.” I felt Sarah shudder against me and she swallowed, either with anticipation or fear, or more likely with both.

I showed her the kitchen, and had her kneel, chained to the floor by the leash on her collar, while I prepared us a tasty supper. I bade her play close attention; she would do well to know where things were stored, and to intuit my preferences. She would be servicing us both in the future. I served wine with dinner, a vintage pinot noir dark with spice and mystery; another excellent pairing if I do say so. I unhooked Sarah’s chain and let her kneel at my feet while I fed her from my own plate. She said, “Thank you, Sir,” after every bite, and she beamed when I stroked her hair.

It was quite late when we finished at last, and by then, the closeness of her nude body, with the chain of her leash falling between the slopes of her generous breasts, had my cock raging again. I was mad with hunger for her already, as though I had never taken her at all. She yelped with surprise when I seized her and lifted her over my shoulder.

I carried her to my bedroom, chained her wrists to the headboard, and stuffed her mouth her with a red ball harness gag ... more for training than any practical need. Moonlight spilled though my open window and fell on her like a silver spotlight.

For a long moment, I stood still and gazed at her, and her stunning beauty took my breath away. Her long, shapely legs were unbound; one was stretched out long, the other bent at the knee, her bare foot resting on the sheet. Her cunt was neatly trimmed. I made a mental note to shave her in the morning; I could have her permanently denuded below the neck with a laser later on. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her large, perfect breasts rose and fell with her heightened breathing, her nipples proud and erect. Her arms were stretched above her head and bound with silver-plated chains. Her long, lush hair fell around the leather straps of her gag like a cloud. Her eyes were large and lovely, and she watched me with a strange mix of desire and apprehension. And something else, something deeper, something that unnerved me.

I undressed as quickly as I was able. A part of me knew I should use the opportunity to begin her training; a woman’s first days as a slave, the ones before she is truly conscious of her new position, are crucial. I should work on her orgasm control; I should stretch her ass with a plug to ready it to be put to the cock when the proper time came. At the very least, I should spank or whip her, to continue conditioning her to crave the pain as well as the pleasure, and the rare and intense storm of overwhelming sensation that arises when they mix. The slave offers her body and devotion to her Master; this perfect storm of feeling is His gift to her in return.

I did none of those things.

I wanted her, and I took her.

I dropped my body on top of her, feeling again the pressure of her full breasts against my chest, and I kissed her deeply, drinking her breath from her lips, and then devouring the smooth flesh of her neck and ears with renewed appetite. I was ravenous with desire for her. My heart pounded with need.

Sarah felt the hard tip of my cock pressing against the warm slit of her cunt and I saw her straining to control herself, expecting another course of my merciless teasing. That would come. Tomorrow. Instead, I trust fully inside her with a single great stoke. She moaned with unbridled joy behind her gag, and I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

I made no effort to slow or control my thrusts; I fucked her with the full force of my passion and need. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me like a vice, like she was a cowgirl holding on for dear life, desperate to stay mounted on the bucking bull. I fucked her harder, harder and faster. Her breasts bounced and shook.

I felt her cunt gripping mine with renewed strength, and I knew her climax was near. “Don’t hold back, my treasure,” I commanded her. “This once, and this once only. Come for me. Come. Come NOW!”

And she did. Her eyes were wild with her climax, and she screamed behind her gag. I didn’t not relent or slow my thrusts. Harder still I fucked her; her climax made me wild. When she came for the second time, I came with her, filling the depths of her cunt with my boiling seed.

When I caught my breath at last, I ungagged her and had her clean my cock with her mouth. She seemed reluctant at first, but the tastes of our mingled pleasure must not have offended her for soon she was sucking me hungrily. Soon enough, and rather to my surprise given my recent activities, she had my cock stirring again.

I pulled out of her mouth and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. It would be a delight to come in her mouth, and indeed I intended to do so soon. But at that moment, I was anxious to try that tight and luscious cunt again. But it was time to try my Sarah in a new position.

I showed her the gag again, and she opened her mouth to accept it without protest. I knelt and retrieved from under the bed a flat cushion with a padded wedge protrusion. I placed it next to Sarah atop the sheets, and snapped its straps to the head and foot of the bed to hold it secure. I saw her gazing at it, and from her perspective its purpose must have been plain. It had more straps at each of its four corners, cleverly designed to hold a captive girl firmly in place, arms bound before her, legs bent at the knee and cuffed, her bottom raised enticingly for the gentleman’s discernment and pleasure.

Next, I retrieved a jar of lubricant from a drawer in my bedside table and applied it liberally to her waiting bottomhole. Sarah squirmed in a most alluring manner; no doubt she thought I intended to take her there. I did, of course, just not at that particular moment. Instead, I inserted a plug with a rather generous girth. Let her get used to progressively larger objects back there. That way, she would be ready for me soon enough. She forced herself to relax as I pushed the intruder deep inside her.

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