MICHELLE RETURNS

Master

It was about ten or eleven weeks since Michelle left the fold.

An unexpected knock on my door, when I was on my own for a change, the Christmas holidays had started. Emma was standing there, she was not due until tomorrow, and she had Michelle with her. They both looked rather sheepish.

Michelle was looking good, she at all times did, her black hair was longer, the pixie cut grown out. I’d missed that giggle. She was wearing the silver and pink slave necklace I had bought her.

“Come in.” Both girls were a bit subdued. Emma because it was not her day, Michelle because she was not sure of the reception she would get. “Emma go to room one and wait.”

“Yes Master.” she reluctantly said as she walked off.

“Well Michelle this is a nice surprise. Stand there and let me see you.” This was the original spot from our first encounter when I had spanked her* and this was not lost on her. “You look as gorgeous as ever.”

* See Beginning my life as a dom.

“Thank you, Master.” Interesting, slave necklace and calling me master. I walked round her looking her up and down. I sat down. “Tell me why are you here? Is this a social call? Shall I make you a cup of tea?”

“No Master, I will make the tea.” she said hurriedly.

“Sit on the floor and tell me everything.”

“Me and Jacob are finished, I want you to take me back.” she blurted out.

“Why did you finish with him or did he finish with you?” I asked.

“I finished with him.” I was dreading this. I bet the sex was too vanilla. I’ve ruined her for a ‘typical’ relationship. “He was a lovely guy but a bit too intense, I’m eighteen for God’s sake, I could see him planning our future. He wanted me to meet his parents and stay for Christmas. Three children, two boys and a girl. My life is being planned. I feel really bad but I want to do things before I settle down. Please can I come back to you?”

“Okay, well you know I want you to experience life away from me and I encourage you to meet other boys. I will not be the other man if you do get in another relationship and I hope you do. Take your top off.”

It took a second for her to realise what I had said. “Yes Master,” she said with a big grin while taking her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were just as lovely as before, her brown nipples pointing about twenty degrees above the horizontal and were they a fraction bigger? Still not above an A cup though.

“Skirt.” She quickly removed that. She was wearing a thong. “Crawl to room one.”

“Oh yes Master.” In room one I put her pink padded collar around her neck, I had kept it just in case she returned, and fastened it to a hook. I pulled the hook up so she could stand comfortably but could not bend down.

“Those knickers are not suitable, therefore you must change them. Emma take yours off and put them at Michelle’s feet. Michelle take yours off and put Emma’s on. Emma search round for any knickers we have in the house so that we can find some suitable for Michelle.”

I watched Michelle push her knickers down as far as her knees and then used her legs to get them off. She stood on them with one leg and flicked them away. Using her toes she picked Emma’s knickers up and eventually managed to get them far enough up her legs that she could reach them with her hands.

“No, they won’t do. Take them off. Emma put those knickers down at Michelle’s feet. Then strip off, kneel at my feet and we will watch Michelle try on knickers. The knickers that Emma had found were in the main skimpy, sexy, or open crotch. Being open crotch did not disqualify them but skimpy did.

I wanted something that covered her bum cheeks. Michelle of course was picking the sexiest she could see. Emma and I were enjoying Michelle’s struggle, by about the fifth pair I saw some that would do.

“Emma fetch a bowl of cold water.” I put Michelle’s pink cuffs on her, fastened them to the hook and connected her legs to a spreader bar. Emma came in with the water. “Not cold enough, bring some ice.”

I went to Michelle, kissed her and then her nipples. “I have missed these, her nipples are not only brown, gorgeous and erect, they are situated on small, gorgeous small brown areolas and small gorgeous cream tits.

I moved my hand down to her pussy, the knickers were crotchless, her pussy was wet. I kissed her lips again. “Ice Master.” said Emma as she put it in the bowl. I took a cube out and rubbed on those beautiful nipples. Wow, I have missed her.

I picked up several pairs of the discarded knickers and put them in the bowl. Using these knickers I swabbed Michelle’s arse. “Yeeooow that’s cold.” I smacked her arse with my hand. “Yeeooow.”

I carried on spanking her, she carried on yeeooowing. I stopped and wet her arse again. “Has that cooled your arse?”

“Yes Master, thank you.” I smacked her arse again. “Yeeeeeoooowww.” I stopped smacking her after several more. I unfastened the spreader bar and her wrists, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and fucked her slowly and gently to begin with.

“Yeeoooww.” she came, although she was getting repetitive. I fucked her harder. She yeeooowwwed again. I came into her.

“Welcome back.” I said. She got on top and moved down to suck my cock. It’s good to have you back, I have missed you. Go and make a brew.”

“Thank you Master, I’ve missed you too.” she said as she skipped out the door. I went into the lounge to be greeted by two beautiful, naked teenage girls holding a mug of tea for me. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

“I have been on my own for several days in preparation for the Christmas holidays, so I may be able to rise again when I have finished my tea given the right encouragement.”

“We can revitalise you, do not doubt that.” said Emma. Michelle giggled.

Michelle

I finished with Jacob, he was basically planning our future, how many kids we would have, wanting me to meet his parents over Christmas. I’m too young, I’m eighteen. I want a life before I settle down.

As soon as the Christmas holidays started I was on the train and back home. I called on Emma the following day and told her I wanted to go back to Master. “Will you come with me Emma and I’ll go and see Master today. Do you think he will see me and have me back?”

“He has that new one who’s a friend of mine but I’m sure he will.” I knew all about Pippa as I had been in constant touch with all the girls, if nothing else we were friends.

“I’m sure he’ll see you and of course I will come with you.” said Emma.

“Don’t phone and warn him I just want to turn up.” That is how we ended up knocking on his door that early afternoon. He looked surprised to see us, he was not expecting Emma until tomorrow and we always did as we were told.

I was suddenly literally petrified, I couldn’t have moved if I had wanted to. He looked me up and down, noticing I’m sure that I was wearing the slave necklace. “Come in.” What a relief.

He sent Emma into the play room and stood me in the centre of the lounge. The very spot I had stood in while waiting for the first spanking, I was almost as nervous this time as then. My heart was beating ten to the dozen, my nipples were poking out and my knees were weak. He walked round me in that way he has of inspecting you. I hope he’s pleased.

I had to sit at his feet and tell him about the break-up. He lectured me about boy friends and things ending with ‘take your top off’. I nearly missed it.

Yes he wants to see my tits, I’m back. I wonder if he will make me suffer, I hope so! I took my skirt off and crawled to room one. He put my pink collar on me and fastened it to a rope going to the ceiling.

He said my knickers weren’t right and I had to take them off, the knickers I had spent a lot of time choosing and they cost me not an inconsiderable amount of cash (for a student) and to put Michelle’s on. She of course had no trouble taking hers off while I couldn’t bend down. I managed to push them to my knees and then by lifting one leg up after the other got them off.

The hard part was picking up Emma’s knickers with my toes, lifting them so I could hold them and manoeuvring my legs so I could put them on. The thought of wearing Emma’s knickers just after she had taken them off would have freaked me out a few months ago, now it was no problem (even though they were a bit warm and damp.)

Emma had brought five or six pairs of knickers and put them at my feet. Master said they would not do and to change them. He had made Emma strip off to sit at his feet and watch me try on the knickers. Eventually on the fourth or fifth pair I found some he liked. Quite full briefs in pale pink that covered my bum and had an open crotch.

Satisfied that I was ‘dressed’ to his specifications, that is a pair of knickers and a collar he produced my pink cuffs. Yes he was hoping I’d come back or at least was prepared for the eventuality. It felt comfortable in my own cuffs and collar.

He fastened my wrists together, put them on the hook and raised it. A metal spreader bar was attached to my ankles. I felt so wonderfully vulnerable. He kissed me and sucked my nipples, he loves my tits, God even I love my tits now. He put ice on my nipples and a finger in my pussy. I was back.

He washed my bum with ice cold water, God that came as a shock. An even bigger shock was when he hit my frozen bum. I let out a yell wow that hurt although it did warm my bum cheeks. He smacked me quite a lot, I yelled quite a lot.

He wet my bum with ice water again which cooled off the stinging until he started smacking me again. The spreader bar was removed, my wrists freed and he carried me into the bedroom. We had wonderful missionary sex, most unusual but entirely appropriate. I came with a yell.

He continued harder and faster, I came again, God I’d missed this. He came so I rolled on top and sucked his cock clean. Welcome back he said and sent me to make some tea!

This was a proper welcome back, I thanked him and skipped out.

Master

I finished my tea with the girls wrapped around me. “Well girls you seem to think I have gone soft and you can do what you want. Stand up in front of me, turn your backs to me.” Michelle’s arse was a lovely shade of red but Emma’s pure white.

“What day is it Emma?” I asked.

“Friday, Master.”

“What day were you supposed to come?”

“Saturday, Master.”

“So you think you can just walk in here with whoever you want any time you want do you?

“No Master.”

“Bend over, put your hands on your knees, spread your legs, both of you.” They looked beautiful, lovely teenage pussies and red and white arses. “Spread your cheeks.” Fuck they are wonderful.

“Emma, not only do you need punishment for your major transgressions, your arse is totally the wrong colour, so we will kill two birds with one stone. Michelle come and sit on the settee by me. Emma get number seven, crawl.”

Emma looked worried, she knew what number seven was and she saw how Michelle had had a more severe smacking than usual. There was not the usual happy excitement in her crawl.

She returned with the nasty cane in her mouth and a nervous look. I took the cane off her. “Turn round and bend.” I used the cane to play with her pussy, gently patting it, her arse tensed regularly, she was obviously expecting a more severe blow.

“Over my knee.” She looked like a cross between excitement and fear. I had no intention of using number seven. My intention was her favourite punishment with her face in Michelle’s pussy. “Put your face in Michelle’s pussy.”

Emma wiggled in my lap and put her face in Michelle’s groin, I smacked her arse hard. She yelped. I smacked alternate cheeks. “Thank you Master.” She was grateful I was not using number seven.

“Open your legs.” Her pussy was wet and took two fingers with no issue. I smacked her again, her arse was a much better colour. “Your impressive nipples are standing up, are you becoming sexually excited by any chance?” I asked Michelle.

“Oh yes Master.”

“You have a very soppy cunt Emma, are you also sexually excited?”

“Oh yes Master.”

“Well it’s time for my nap so I’ll leave you.” I said.

“No sir, no. Please stay and finish, I need your cock in me, I need to come please, please.” Emma pleaded.

“Well I could, I suppose. Get up and bend over the back of the couch, both of you.” Two splendid arses, two splendid cunts, two splendid arseholes. I fingered both pussies, put a finger in each arsehole. I fucked Emma and fingered both clits.

“Do you want to orgasm?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, please please.” Emma but I suspect Michelle felt the same.

“Not yet, you can wait for me and any more infringements will result in you being banished for a week, maybe two”. This of course was the entire Christmas holiday from university.

I carried on fingering their clits and fucking Emma, I had my thumb in Michelle’s arsehole. I could feel my balls tingling and as I was about ready I said, “now girls, come for me now.” and I came into Emma. Both girls made their sounds of ecstasy.

“Emma, clean my cock. Michelle you have made a real mess of Emma’s face, your cunt juice all over her, lick it off.

Emma

Michelle phoned me, she had finished with Jacob, she wasn’t that upset because she really liked him but was unwilling to be suffocated by him. She wanted to come back with Master but wanted me to go with her.

I couldn’t let my best friend down so I agreed to go with her in the reverse of when I forced her to take me. I was nervous about our reception.

It was hard to judge Master’s feelings about us turning up. He sent me to room one straight away so I didn’t know what was going on until Michelle crawled into the room, smiling and only wearing knickers. Wonderful, she’s back.

It looked like she was in for some punishment. He fastened her by her collar to a rope going to a pulley, he pulled it so she stood comfortably. She had to take her knickers off and put mine on, not easy for her as she was.

I had to strip and we sat and watched her take knickers off and put fresh ones on, it was funny watching her struggle, I tried not to laugh.

I had no idea what was happening, he sent me for a bowl of cold water and some ice. He swabbed Michael’s bum with the cold water and smacked her freezing bum, she yelled, it must have hurt. He hit her again and again. I could see why he had made her wear knickers, they stayed wet and cold.

He wet her bum again and hit her some more. He untied her and carried her off to his bedroom. I was left not knowing what to do. Michelle was going to get a good seeing to and here am I getting nothing. I’m not jealous, honest.

I went into the lounge and waited, Michelle came skipping out laughing and as high as a kite. “I’ve to make him a mug of tea, he made love to me and fucked my brains out.” Good for you I thought, honest.

Master drank his tea and said he was ready for more. He made us stand in front of him, turn our backs and bend over. He does it on purpose to humiliate us and I knew it was coming. We had to spread our bum cheeks.

Have you ever had to bend and spread your cheeks? If you have, you will know how humiliating it was for us. We were like that for what seemed ages. While he asked me questions he knew the answers to, when I should be there and who I was with.

He sent me for number seven, the worst of all the whips, floggers and canes. It was a cane made of some really whippy plastic stuff that hurt like hell. I crawled back with it, scared, he had never hit me with this before but Sasha told me of the pain. I don’t want that sort of pain.

He had me bend over facing away and tapped my pussy gently with number seven. No, not the pussy, anywhere else, well nowhere I gritted my teeth, it will be coming any minute. These little ‘love taps’ were just the prelude to the crescendo that was going to come. Should I say the safe word, gusset? Despite my fear my pussy was soaking I could feel the build up.

He didn’t hit me on the pussy but had me across his knee with my face in Michelle’s wet, leaking smelly groin. His sperm and her juices were in and around her pussy. I was still registering this when he smacked me with his hand. His hand thank God, my prayers were answered.

He continued to spank me, he put fingers in my welcoming pussy then smacked me some more. He asked if we were aroused, as if he didn’t know and threatened to leave us like that. After the waiting, the watching, the fear and the expectation he couldn’t do that to us. Oh yes he could, he could do what he liked with us. He didn’t, he bent us over the couch and fucked me and fingered us both.

He made us hold back our orgasm until he came. I nearly disobeyed, if he had held on thirty seconds more that would have been it.

I think it was all unfair I had watched him torment Michelle, heard him fuck her and it sounded like she came twice. I had not had an orgasm for nearly two weeks, he had not allowed me to have one, Michelle was probably shagging Jacob the day before yesterday. He has kept me turned on since I got here in fact before I got here, anticipation can be a real turn on.

I came as did Michelle, that’s three to my one, but I’m not jealous. I sucked Master’s cock clean and Michelle had to lick her juice and Master’s sperm off my face and his sperm and my juices running down my legs.

Master

“I have ordered Chinese.” The girls burst out laughing.

“Can we dress up?” the girls giggled.

“Yes you can.” If we had been at Sasha’s house they would have had a plethora of clothes to choose from. Here there were comparatively few things that had been left previously. They ran off giggling.

When they returned I was amazed at their attire. Emma had found a white tee shirt / nightie that was probably Michelle’s and showed her tits and particularly her nipples which pushed the tee shirt to its limits. She also had red stockings and suspender belt, you could just see the stocking tops.

Michelle had on a crop top which came just below her tits, if she put her arms over her head the top would ride over her little tits. Covering her pussy and a portion of her arse was a pair of red knickers. Why do they make a simple garment designed to cover the pussy and arse out of so many straps? Answer because they are a real turn on. There were three straps holding the bit that covered her pussy and straps going down her legs, instead of leading to suspenders they lead to straps around the top of her thighs.

They were both wearing high heels, Michelle’s looked too big. There was a knock and the girls went to the door. I watched the delivery boy’s face, he was gobsmacked. The girls really hammed it up, shaking arses and exaggerating hip swing.

We had the Chinese. “Emma, take that shirt off.” She smiled and crossed her arms holding the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off in the way women do. “You have been neglected and Michelle has had the best of it. Michelle go and get some nipple clamps, Emma lay on the table, on your back.”

She looked gorgeous, what is it about stockings, suspenders and high heels that is such a turn on? Although Emma didn’t need anything to make her more sexy or beautiful. She was totally shaggable. Michelle came back with the clamps.

“Put them on Emma’s nipples. Emma legs up and aside.” While Michelle put the clamps on her I put my tongue into her pussy.

“Oh yes,” said Emma. Whether that was about what was happening to her nipples or her pussy I don’t know. I moved to her clit and put two fingers into her. Leaving my fingers in I licked up her body to her belly button.

I continued licking up her until I reached the nipple clamp chain, I replaced the fingers in her pussy with my cock. The clamps looked quite tight but I decided to give another turn which did cause a gasp from Emma.

I put the chain in Emma’s mouth. “Don’t let it go. Michelle, lick my balls. I started fucking Emma, I pulled her hair back so that the chain pulled on her nipples. I kissed her. Despite the sexiness and all the other great points that Emma has and having my balls licked I knew I would last quite a while having come twice already.