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  “I’d like that, Ma’am.”

  “So would I.” The Domme got up and strode toward the doorway. “There’s also a part of me that thinks I should make you wait until tomorrow for more fun. You gave me two good orgasms. I’m very content.”

  “Thank you, Ma’am.” But we only have three days—two days, really, since Sunday is half a day. Please, don’t make me wait. Jovina knew what she had to say, though. “I’m here for your pleasure, Ma’am.”

  “So you are.” Martie studied her, and Jovina imagined she was thinking about what she should do next. “Your whipping took a little more time than I thought it would. I’m going to untie you; then I want you to go to the main house. Gather some fruit and come back, and if you see Sir K, ask him if there’s some sort of schedule for tomorrow.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jovina hoped her voice didn’t convey her disappointment. She wanted to play. She knew Sir K had some events planned for tomorrow, but Jovina didn’t want to play with the group. She wanted to spend time with Mistress Martie.

  The Domme undid her ankles, then went to the case she’d brought with her. She brought out ankle and wrist cuffs, which she gave to Jovina. “Put these on.”

  As M went back to the case, Jovina attached the cuffs to each of her limbs. It took her a bit longer with the wrists, but when she was done, Mistress M ordered her back to the bed.

  “Spread eagle.” Jovina lay down. A wonderful sense of belonging spread through her as M locked each of the cuffs with a padlock.

  Jovina bit her lip when the Domme stroked her clit, then used two small padlocks to secure her labia piercings together.

  “Now, do as I said, and hurry back. I’m in need of a snack before bedtime.”

  * * * *

  When Jovina first entered the house, there had been one couple sitting in the kitchen. She knew the sub as one, and the Dom was someone she didn’t recognize. He’d ushered “one” out as soon as Jovina started to gather fruit.

  She’d found apples, bananas, and peaches on the counter. She pulled out a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator and was just starting to pick them off the stems when a voice sounded behind her.

  “I’m a little confused.”

  She turned to see Avery standing there. Her friend was naked, and like Jovina she had marks that showed she’d been flogged recently.

  “About what?”

  “Why did you put your number in before you got to Master Earnest? I told you he’s wonderful. I spent some time with him before.”

  Jovina went back to her task. Avery walked over and then picked a piece out of Jovina’s basket. “Did you eat some pussy tonight?”

  “Avery.”

  “Did you?” Her friend sounded pissed.

  “Yes.” Jovina hurried her pace. She wanted to get out of here and back to Mistress Martie. She’d already found a sheet of paper that announced that, if the Doms/Dommes so wished, there would be a mud-wrestling event tomorrow and the subs would perform for their Masters/Mistresses. There was also a group spanking planned, during which subs would be bound to benches and any Dom/Domme could take turn at their asses.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Avery.” Jovina slammed her hand down on the table. “It’s none of your business.”

  “Isn’t it? Why haven’t you told me you’re a lesbo?”

  Instead of denying it, Jovina let her anger take center stage. “Why does it matter? Does it change who I am because I like to have sex with women?”

  “Yes it does!” Avery’s face was bright red, and Jovina wondered what her friend was so pissed about. “You lied to me. I bet you’ve been at Behold all this time, licking pussy and taking a plastic cock up your ass.”

  “I never lied to you!” She wouldn’t deny the rest of what her friend had said, since it was basically true.

  “You did. You led me to believe you liked men. One time when I said I hated to eat pussy, you nodded, which meant you agreed too. If you had told me the truth… I worked hard to get you with Master Earnest, and all the time you were trying to find a way to get to Mistress Martie’s snatch. You’re disgusting.”

  “So it’s okay to eat pussy when you’re forced to, but if you want to, it’s sick?”

  “That’s right. You’re a lesbo, and you’ve passed yourself off as straight. Why did you lie?”

  “Avery.” The deep voice startled both of them. Jovina saw Master Earnest in the doorway, a frown marring his features. “What’s this all about? Avery, aren’t you supposed to be with Lord Kinley right now? And Jovina, Mistress Martie is probably wondering where you are.”

  “I’m getting her food,” Jovina replied.

  “I’m doing the same thing for Lord Kinley,” Avery said. “The only difference is I just found out my friend is a lezzie. But the worst part is she’s a fucking liar.”

  The Master strode into the room. “I don’t care for your tone,” he said to Avery. “Whomever sub six likes to have sex with is her business, not yours. I’m surprised at you. I thought you would be a little more understanding of a person’s needs and wants.”

  Avery directed a pissed glare at Jovina. “She’s eaten me before. Now I know she didn’t do it because a Master told her to, but because she liked it. All these years she’s lied to me. It changes everything.”

  Master Earnest stepped between them. “Was she obeying a Master’s orders?”

  “Yes, but she probably—”

  “Enough.” He held up his hand. “I think you need to go and stand in the corner for a while, so you can think about your reaction. Are you upset because your friend is letting her true self come out, and you think this will change her? Is that it?”

  “Who cares?” Avery pushed away from the table and went to the corner, turning her back on the situation.

  “Forgive me, Master Earnest,” Jovina said as she picked up the now full basket. She started to leave the room.

  “Sub six.”

  She stopped. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Never be ashamed of who you are. It’s a hard lesson we all have to learn, but don’t let someone else’s opinion, no matter how much they mean to you, change what you want. That’s what should be important.”

  “Thank you, Master Earnest.”

  “Go back to your Mistress.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jovina hurried out the door and into the cool late-evening air. Moans, slaps, and cries met her ears, but all she could concentrate on were the words “she’s lied to me.”

  Her stomach felt as if someone had filled it with cement. Tears burned her eyes, and she hurried to a gazebo. Once there, she put the basket down before she wiped at the tears with trembling hands.

  She should have told her friend how she felt long before this. She certainly hadn’t expected Avery to be so upset about it. They’d been the best of friends for years after they’d met at college, especially after they’d discovered they both had submissive tendencies.

  Obviously, that made it worse to Avery, that all this time Jovina had wanted women and hadn’t told her. Maybe she thought Jovina had wanted her, but that hadn’t been the case. Jovina had never thought of her friend as anything more than that.

  She supposed she could understand her friend’s anger, but it still hurt to hear it. She would have to find time to talk to her this weekend, if Mistress Martie allowed it. Of course that meant telling Martie about the argument. And she didn’t want to do that. She wanted this to be a fun weekend, when she submitted to the woman she’d long desired.

  Avery wouldn’t understand anyway. Jovina’s friend enjoyed the feel of a hard, male body. She liked arms with muscles, and a stiff cock inside her.

  What Jovina liked, had always preferred, was the gentle touch of a woman, with skin so soft she felt as if she were touching rose petals. Looking at a woman’s body made Jovina wet. Looking at a man’s body didn’t do anything for her.

  Avery would not understand Jovina’s desires; of that Jovina was certain. No one in her life would.

  Jovina w
iped her eyes one more time, hoping Martie wouldn’t notice she’d been crying. She picked up the bowl and headed toward the cottage. She would deal with Avery later.

  Right now, her Mistress waited.

  Chapter Four

  If she wasn’t careful, Jovina was going to lose her balance. Martie had Jovina’s hands linked together behind her back. Her legs were spread wide apart, kept that way by a spreader bar.

  They were in Sir K’s empty playroom. Jovina was sure the rest of the guests were asleep, but M had woken her early, put her on a leash, and made her crawl behind the Domme through the courtyard to the main house so they could “welcome the day properly.”

  Martie had sat on the throne and spread her legs wide while Jovina had feasted on her, bringing the Domme to orgasm twice. Jovina wasn’t sure what came next, but her body hummed with anticipation. At M’s instruction, Jovina’s gaze focused on the floor, as her mind concentrated on not falling over. She could hear M moving around the room, and Jovina imagined her looking over the toys as M decided what to do next.

  After a few long moments, the Domme was back. From her position, Jovina could see a long, hard dildo between M’s thighs.

  “I prefer my own strap-on, but I’ll make an exception this time. Whipping first, though.” Jovina almost screamed in pleasure as a flogger with long, purple rubber band strands, the handle in the shape of a cock, appeared in front of her mouth. “Kiss it, slut.”

  Jovina kissed the handle. M turned it toward her mouth. “After it’s kissed your ass, you’ll get it nice and wet so it slides into your cunt.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jovina closed her eyes as she anticipated the event.

  “First, though, we’re going to bind you between the columns. I want to keep you in place while I mark your beautiful skin.”

  “Thank you, M.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Jovina’s clit felt as if it tightened at the sweet sound of the woman’s voice.

  Jovina stood as still as possible as Mistress Martie undid the spreader bar. M pointed to the columns in the center of the room. Jovina walked to them slowly. Once she was there, she turned so she faced the chairs set up along the far wall. There was no one there, but in her mind they were full, the seats housing people who would watch her Mistress flog her.

  M unlatched the bindings on her wrists. Without being told, Jovina stretched her arms out so she could be bound to the posts. She immediately dropped them to her sides, however.

  “Forgive me, Mistress, for not waiting for your instruction.”

  “Very well,” M replied. “Stretch out your arms, slut.”

  When she was secured in place, Mistress Martie stood in front of her. “Tell me, Jovina, what you want to do today.”

  “To please you, Mistress.”

  M smiled in response, and Jovina lowered her gaze. M started to kiss her skin with the flogger, the strikes soft, almost ticklish. Jovina loved this part—the warm-up before the actual flogging began. It made her tingle and increased the desire she felt for what was about to happen.

  The strands seemed to touch every part of her body, including her arms and legs. When the first hard strike landed on her ass, Jovina inhaled sharply. Another came down on top of the same spot, then another, and another.

  Soon M was directing the strands at different parts of her body, her lower back, her ass and thighs. She moved around and flogged Jovina’s breasts. Her nipples tightened even more, and Jovina closed her eyes, savoring every strike.

  The strands landed on her pussy, a few of them slipping between her wet folds as M struck her mons over and over.

  “Mistress, please,” Jovina groaned. It was getting hard to hold her orgasm back. It had been years since she’d allowed herself to come without permission, and she didn’t intend to start now, not when she was with the woman she’d fantasized about for so long.

  M didn’t reply to her plea. Instead she struck Jovina harder, moving the flogger to different places. Jovina’s body was on fire now, her clit pulsing. The feeling she might explode took over. She bit her lip and mumbled, “Please, please, please,” under her breath.

  Just when she thought she would break her vow not to come without M’s permission, the Domme thrust the head of the flogger against Jovina’s pussy.

  “Come, slut.”

  Jovina screamed, “Yes, Ma’am,” or that’s what she thought she said as the orgasm slammed into her like a wall of water. Her body tightened before she sagged against her bonds.

  “Thank you, M,” Jovina managed to say. She was thankful for the columns, which kept her from crumbling to the floor.

  “Exquisite,” M said next to her ear. “That’s the best response I’ve had from a sub in ages.”

  M put the cock-shaped handle of the flogger against Jovina’s lips. “Suck.”

  Jovina took it into her mouth. She licked and sucked as M moved the instrument in and out; the Domme pressed it in so hard at times Jovina gagged. When that happened, M gave her precious seconds to catch her breath before she started to fuck her mouth again.

  When she pulled it away for the last time, Jovina licked her lips, wanting to feel the cock again. Jovina realized, though, that M’s attention was now focused behind her. M had obviously turned around when she’d pulled the cock away for the last time, and Jovina hadn’t even noticed.

  “Master Earnest,” M said. “You’ve missed most of the show, but you and your sub are welcome to watch while I fuck my slut up the ass.”

  “Thank you,” Master Earnest replied. “Then I’d like to speak with you about something.”

  It was then that Jovina realized Master Earnest held a leash, which was attached to Avery’s collar.

  “Of course,” M said. “Perhaps your sub could undo my slut’s bindings and then position her over the table for me.”

  “She will.” Jovina didn’t watch as Master Earnest ordered Avery to follow Mistress Martie’s commands. Avery was silent as she undid Jovina’s arms and legs. When Jovina was free, M pointed to a table. Jovina went to it and bent over. Avery lashed Jovina’s ankles to the legs.

  “Put your arms above your head and leave them there, slut,” M instructed her. Jovina complied. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Avery walked to where Master Earnest sat. She knelt down next to him and offered him her leash.

  Jovina knew what would happen later wouldn’t be good, but she tried to put it out of her mind. Right now she was ready to be fucked.

  M wasted no time. She worked the flogger handle into Jovina’s pussy, slamming it into her repeatedly. The rubber strands slapped against Jovina’s thighs as M fucked her. It felt incredible to have the Domme use her in this manner.

  “Ready for a cock in your ass, Jo-Jo?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Then hold this in your pussy. If it comes out, you’ll be standing in the corner for the rest of the weekend.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jovina was sure that, after Martie had spoken to Master Earnest about last night’s fight, this might be the only time Mistress Martie fucked her.

  Jovina could hear noise behind her. She tried to put aside the thoughts of the coming problems with Avery. She could hear a squishing noise, and she imagined M putting lubricant on the strap-on she wore.

  When she entered Jovina’s ass, M was considerably gentler than she had been when she’d put the flogger into her pussy. She pressed against Jovina’s anus, pushing the head of the dildo just inside the ring of muscle before she stopped.

  “You should see yourself, slut, with a dildo in your pussy and one in your ass. The perfect little sub.”

  “As you like, Mistress.”

  “Exactly.” M pushed the cock in deeper and deeper, until Jovina could feel M’s hips pressed against her backside. Jovina worked the muscles in her pussy to keep the flogger in place.

  The Domme fucked her slow and steady, massaging Jovina’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart from time to time. When M picked up the pace, Jovina could hear her
labored breathing. She wondered if M had some sort of vibrator placed against her clit that would make her come.

  Jovina’s answer came moments later when M cried out in pleasure. Mistress Martie didn’t say a word as she slipped from Jovina’s ass. She pulled the flogger from Jovina’s pussy. Jovina wanted another orgasm, but she didn’t dare ask for one.

  “Master Earnest, please have your play toy release mine, and then we can talk.”

  Jovina barely heard Earnest command Avery to follow Mistress Martie’s orders. She wanted nothing more than to go back to last night and tell M what had happened. At least then M wouldn’t look at her as a liar, as Avery did.

  Jovina felt as if she had been called to the principal’s office, and the teacher was ratting her out for cheating on an exam. She knelt at M’s feet, just as Avery knelt at Master Earnest’s feet. Neither of them looked at each other as Earnest recounted the fight, how he’d walked in on it, and what the argument had been about.

  When he was done, Mistress Martie simply said, “I see. Well, obviously something like this needs punishment. Real punishment, not the fun sort.”

  “I agree.” Earnest sounded resolute. “I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit, and I think they should forgo tonight’s playtime. Instead they should be tied to chairs, fully clothed, and forced to watch the others have fun.”

  The first thought that came to Jovina’s mind was to tell Master Earnest he had no right to decide her punishment; she belonged to Mistress Martie for the weekend. But M’s words shot her down.

  “Since you witnessed the fight, I think you should decide the punishment. I agree with your sentence.” Martie paused for a moment, and Jovina thought M was going to say something. Her heart sank as she prepared to hear the words, “I don’t want a sub that’s going to be a bother.”

  But they didn’t come. Instead Mistress Martie stood and snapped her fingers. “Come with me, Jovina.”

  Jovina stood, keeping her gaze averted from Avery and Master Earnest. She fell into step behind her Mistress, the palms of her hands sweating, her heart pounding. When they neared the main room, she could hear the laughing voices of the other attendees.