The Slave (24 page)

At the time, the very suggestion filled her
with horror. But the event came and went, and Troy never brought it
up again.

Troy, who had sought her out because she
seemed “real” to his eyes, always seemed to stop just short of
behaving in any manner that would demonstrate that she belonged to
him.

She wrote one night:

It seems obvious that he is insecure about
some aspect of our relationship. It could be that Joe and Susan’s
break-up hit him harder than he’s showing, and he thinks that
setting up a similar situation will make a fool out of him if it
doesn’t work out. Or it could be the standard male attitude toward
commitment. But either way, here I am feeling like I’m missing
something and getting trapped in the same old game! I don’t want to
mess up what I have now. But I can’t see that I’m going to get
anything much better by giving up. I have to keep trying. Maybe
he’ll come to his senses.

She decided to try, gently, to remind him of
the things he had spoken about but had never acted upon. She was
always careful to be non-irritating and cheerful, always acting as
his eager to please and easy to satisfy submissive, backing off at
the slightest sign of anger or disinterest. And when he actually
listened, the responses were one disappointment after another.

About the day-time intrusions, the clamps on
her nipples or labia, the dildo in her body?

“
We don’t need that shit,” Troy said,
waving his hand derisively. “I know that if I ordered you to do
those things, you would. And that’s all that matters to
me.”

About the auction?

“
That’s just a show for tourists,” he
had sneered. “I think more of you than to put you through that kind
of humiliation just to make a couple of wannabes squirt in their
shorts. If we had a better quality of people out there, I’d do it
in a minute.”

And finally, after that night of
uncomfortable silence over her suggestion concerning some kind of
mark, Robin approached the last thing that Troy had mentioned but
never acted upon. It was the last chance for her to somehow prove
her sincerity, or so she saw it.

Barry had been Troy’s buddy since college.
They had joined together for various sexual adventures, including a
brief bout with swinging, and then had settled back into doing SM
with their lovers. Unlike Troy, Barry was a switch; he could be top
or bottom as the situation required, and frequently enjoyed both in
a single evening’s entertainment. He tended to stay away from long
term relationships, preferring to keep his sensual activities
casual or brief. For all those reasons, plus the fact that Barry
was a safe and skilled top, Robin decided that he would be ideal
for her purposes. Her idea was to gently remind Troy that she was
amenable to being loaned, and to then add the suggestion that Barry
seemed a likely candidate for such an honor.

She wasn’t stupid enough to link the two
ideas together all at once. But when Troy raised his eyebrows and
told her in no uncertain terms that yes, he knew she could be
loaned, and indeed, he had never lost track of that fact, she
became almost tearfully eager to move things along. It was the
first sign from her man that he was interested in doing something
they had never done before.

* * * *

It happened on a Sunday, over
at Barry’s apartment. They had finished their bagels a little over
an hour before, and were relaxing in the summer heat. Robin was
working her way steadily through the
Times
while the guys talked about baseball. It
seemed all very natural and familiar, but Robin wasn’t in the least
bit surprised when Troy snapped his fingers and made a hand
gesture.

She was instantly wet; a thrill shot through
her body as she dropped the paper and rushed over to his side to
kneel in a formal position, her head bowed and her wrists held
behind her back.

“
Nice trick,” Barry chuckled. “Does
she roll over and play dead, too?”

Robin turned a dark red with blushing. Barry
had never been so casually insulting before, and he had certainly
seen her do similar things on many past occasions.

“
If you want her to,” Troy said
amiably. “I’ve got to run a few errands, it’ll take me until four
or five. You wouldn’t mind keeping her for the afternoon, would
you?”

“
Keeping her? You mean, would I mind
if she just hung out here for a while?”

“
Well, I wouldn’t be so ungenerous,”
Troy said, dropping one hand to her head. “So that you don’t feel
inconvenienced, why don’t you do whatever your heart desires with
her. She’ll obey you as if you were me, won’t you,
slave?”

Robin’s throat closed against her. She
could barely get the words out. Troy had called her slave in front
of someone else―but at the same time, he was offering Barry carte
blanche, and even leaving the apartment!

She glanced up at Barry and saw clearly that
he was neither surprised nor confused by the offer. So the two men
had already discussed it.

Somehow, that thought simultaneously
pleased and worried her. It was nice to know that Troy had given
the matter thought and had contributed some advance planning. But
it was unnerving to think of exactly what the two men had concocted
between themselves.

“
Yes, master,” she managed to whisper.
She hadn’t spoken that word out loud in a long time.

“
Then, sure, I’ll keep an eye on her,”
Barry said cheerfully. “Take your time.” As soon as the door
clicked shut behind Troy, and even while his footsteps were still
audible in the hallway, Barry was on her. One hand reached for the
curve of her breasts, searching and squeezing, while his other hand
whipped to the back of her neck and pulled her up and into his
embrace, his mouth covering hers. The faint whimper of her surprise
was lost in his fumbling around her blouse buttons, freeing her
soft breasts so that he could run his palm over them. Her nipples
were stiff and already tender, and she moaned into his
mouth.

“
I’ve been waiting so long for this,”
he groaned as their lips separated. “You’re so hot! But first,
let’s warm you up a little!”

Quicker than she could have imagined, Barry
pulled her blouse off, threw a pair of cuffs on her wrists and
hooked them to the chain he had installed in one corner of his
living room. She was familiar with the position; Troy had put her
there many times before for private play parties. Barry lost no
time in admiring her, but stripped off her skirt and panties and
began to spank her, one hand cupping her tits, the other swinging
wide to bring up a slight warmth from her rear cheeks.

“
Oh God, this is great,” he murmured,
moving around her to mouth her nipples. “Do you like it, baby? Tell
me you like it.”

His voice was desperate to please.

Robin felt the beginnings of disappointment
and frustration.

“
Come on, baby, tell me you love it!”
his insistent voice demanded.

“
I―I do,” she answered hesitantly.
“Please... I love it when you spank me. Please keep doing
it?”

It was almost comical how quickly he seized
on her nervous query. “You want some more spanking? Coming right
up! Man, I love this!”

And he ducked back around her shoulder and
started spanking her again, this time with slightly more enthusiasm
and force. But the damage had been done. Although the steady
tapping and cupping of her ass cheeks was as pleasurable as it
always was, Robin had already lost her passion for the scene. She
bit her lip to keep from sighing when he stopped spanking and
leaned in to lick her ear and ask her if she would like a little
paddling now.

When she said that she didn’t like
paddles, he asked her what she would like. In despair, she tried
the answer that Troy had taught her. “Whatever would please you,
master.”

“
Yeah, I like to hear that. Well, how
about―some whipping? You’d like that, right? I have a nice whip.
It’s so soft... you’ll love it! Wait right here―slave!” With a
cackle, he ran off to his bedroom to bring out his toys.

This was not one of my better
ideas
, Robin
thought.

Barry proceeded, in his friendly and
genuinely eager to please fashion, to do precisely whatever Robin
wanted. Or at least what he supposed she wanted. He brought out the
lightest, most sensual whips he owned and trailed them over her
body, and then slapped them gently across her shoulders and ass to
no great effect. At the first sign of discomfort from her, he was
immediately caring and tender. He only paused between “whippings”
to kiss her mouth or suck gently on her nipples. He returned to
spanking her, slowly and lovingly, cupping her ass cheeks between
each smack, and asking whether she liked it. When she finally lost
her patience and urged him to hit her harder, he did so for about
three minutes and then praised her lavishly for her ability to
“take pain.”

When he freed her from the
chain and laid her down on her back so that he could massage her
wrists and then work his way down her entire body with his hands
and mouth, she sighed and tried to relax.
This would have been
great
, she
reflected,
if it happened three years ago
. But now, with the need to prove
herself to Troy so strong and the drives within her so directed to
dominance and control, submission and surrender, it was like making
out in the back seat at the drive-in. Sweet, but ultimately
unsatisfying. There was barely a glow of warmth on her
backside.

If I were a normal
woman
, she
thought, feeling slightly tickled as Barry kissed her belly,
I’d want to get
fucked. Or at least, I’d need to come. Being who I am, I really
need to get dragged out of here, strapped until I cry, and made to
feel utterly used.

Instead, Barry brought her into
his bedroom, went down on her with glee if not great skill, and
showed off his erection with all the pride of a teenager who never
realized it could get so big. And it was
impressive
―nice and fat and tubular. As he unrolled a colorful condom
over it, smoothing the latex down over the skin, it reminded Robin
instantly of a red-skinned kosher salami. She held her breath as
his words came tumbling out.

“
See what you do to me baby? Look
a
t it! It’s all for you!
How do you want it?”

Sliced thick and pan-fried with eggs.

Amazingly, different words came out of her
mouth. “Fuck me!” she cried, fighting to keep the giggles back.

And Barry threw himself on her with
exuberant passion, driving into her with a satisfying ease that
filled her and kept her mind off that last image. It was the same
vanilla fucking that dear old Greg had introduced her to, but by
now she knew more about her own body and responses. She lifted her
heels up and hugged Barry to her, making him grind his cock against
her body, pushing her ass up off the bed and putting pressure right
where she liked it, his cock pushing down, his body pushing in. She
rocked against him, moaning when he finally took the hint and began
to match her rhythms with his own. And with the help of a brief
fantasy image of having Troy come in on them and thrusting his own
hard cock into her ass, sandwiching her between their two bodies
and using her until she was limp and covered with sweat and semen,
she did come, a nice, long, drawn out orgasm that engulfed Barry’s
salami and literally milked his own come out of it. Unlike Troy,
who gasped when he came, Barry whimpered.

His saving grace was that he did not ask her
if it had been good. Nevertheless, aware of the fragile male ego,
she assured him that the earth moved. He was so thrilled that he
went out and brought her a glass of water and insisted that she
“rest” after her “workout.”

Robin took the opportunity and feigned sleep
until Troy came to pick her up. The two men had a brief
conversation in front of her where Barry made a big deal about how
obedient and responsive Robin was, and what a pleasure it was to
use her. Then Troy made a big deal out of thanking Barry for his
attention, and they parted with friendly reminders about some
upcoming event they were all going to.

That night, Troy fucked Robin with a
single-minded passion, turning her body and pushing her into
different positions so that his cock could literally assault her
from every angle. She cried out, she wailed, and came for him, over
and over, and when he finally shot his come, he was rigid with
strain and harnessed power.

But the next morning, things began to fall
apart in what Robin instantly knew was such a cliché that she
should have seen it coming months ago.

* * * *

“
You liked it, didn’t you?” Troy’s
voice was as insinuatingly hostile as it had been the first time he
asked that question. And the fifth. And the tenth.

It had started with Troy’s insistence that
Robin give him a detailed description of everything that had
happened at Barry’s. He interrupted her frequently, asking her
questions about how this or that felt, and whether she enjoyed
everything that happened. And she was honest with him, as was only
right; she told him how disappointed she was in Barry’s
un-master-like attitude, but admitted that it was nice to get such
soothing, caring attention.

And then she figured that the incident had
ended. She was sure that Troy was now aware of the full spectrum of
power he had over her, and he knew that she desired only him. She
was completely wrong.