Chapter 18
By the time he called for her, Anna was so lost in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the
announcement. It wasn’t until another one of the subs touched her shoulder that she realized what was
happening.
“Sub Anna. Orion Room,” the metallic voice droned.
She rose, leaving behind the half eaten te of food someone had brought her. Head held high—
because she didn’t have any other choice—she made her way through Las Palmas. She had no way of
ignoring the Masters and Doms who examined her as she passed. The “A” on her breast let them know
what was going to happen to her, while the chastity belt made sure everyone knew that her pussy was
owned. They may not have been formally bonded yet, but Master Jensen had left no doubt as to whom
she belonged to.
Above all there was the posture cor, forcing her to face her choices, and her submission.
Anna had no desire to wear a permanent cor once they were bonded. A piece of jewelry wouldn’t
make Jensen any more or less her Master. She understood the appeal of the cor, and certainly
enjoyed them—except, perhaps, for the one she wore now. But Anna could not, as much as she might
want it, give herself over to her submission. The person she was outside these walls would no more
wear the same ne every day—especially a choker style one, which hadn’t been in fashion since
the 90’s—than she would go to work in mismatched shoes.
The only jewelry she wore with any regrity was her engagement ring. She’d taken it off as soon as
she’d arrived at Las Palmas. It had no ce here, the same as a cor had no ce in the outside
world.
She stopped outside the Orion Room and took a deep breath.
“Wait.”
She jumped. A dark haired sub decked in body jewelry and chains appeared beside her. It was the
same woman who’d been there yesterday.
“Your Master hasmanded me to take you to the bathroom.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“It’s over here.”
Together they slipped into a bathroom located a few doors down.
“Inspection,” the dark-haired sub said.
Anna stiffened, but then spread her legs and raised her arms,cing her fingers behind her neck. She
touched the warm metal of the cor and wondered if the sub had the key.
The other woman undid the chastity belt, then slipped out, allowing Anna to relieve herself. She
washed her hands and fixed her hair, then examined herself in the mirror.
There were still faint patches of pink on her fair skin from the abrasion, and she could see one or two
spots of darker pink from the various spankings. She’d cleaned herself up after she’d used the toilet,
but she could already feel her sex growing wet once more. Her eyes seemedrger and darker than
normal.
The cor made her neck seem slim and pale, held delicately within the hard ribs of metal. She
touched her pulse point and swallowed. She knew what wasing. It was all she’d been able to think
about.
Slipping out, she found the other sub waiting for her. Together they returned to the Orion Room.
“What’s your name?” Anna asked the other woman.
“Pet.”
“Your name is Pet?”
“I am my Master’s pet.”
Anna took a deep breath. “You’re a ve, not a sub.”
“Yes.”
It made sense that Master Jensen would have asked one of the Owners to loan out his ve to be
used as a helper. Most ves lived the lifestyle 24/7, and had no expectation of pleasure the way a sub
did.
Anna opened the door.
As before, the room was dark, and it took her eyes a minute to adjust. The pinpricks of light sparkled in
the ceiling overhead. A single spotlight highlighted arge steel structure. There were two upright metal
pieces supporting a long horizontal bar ten feet off the floor. Add stacks of weights, pulleys and hand
grips and it would be gym equipment.
Instead of rubber grips and stacks of weights, this piece was outfitted with rings, straps and chain.
Master Jensen stepped into the light.
Her breath caught and a flood of desire poured over her. Just the sight of him was enough to have her
teetering on the brink of orgasm. He looked more himself than he had yesterday, wearing nothing but
jeans. His arms were folded, showing off his imposing muscles. His hair hung over his forehead and his
stare was intense.
“To me, Anna.”
Naked save for the cor, Anna walked over to him. She dropped to her knees. She could look neither
up nor down. He circled her, touching her head, her shoulder, her breast.
“Hands.”
She held up her arms, wrists together. She heard footsteps, then Pet appeared and handed him
something. He held it down for her to see.
“Do you know what these are, Anna?”
“Cuffs, Master.”
The ck restraints were thick, with a singlerge buckle on each. They were lined with a softer
material that looked like suede. Instead of an “O” or “D” ring, there were straps attached
perpendicrly to the cuffs so that when they were on, the straps would drape over the back of the
hand.
“Not, just cuffs. Suspension cuffs.”
Anna started to look up but her head hit the back of the cor and she winced. That exined the
straps, which would distribute the weight, allowing the sub to hang by the wrists without damaging the
fragile joint.
Master Jensen fastened the cuffs around her wrists, tugging to check the fit. Then he drew her to her
feet. Taking the key from his pocket, he undid the posture cor. Anna blinked back tears as it was
taken away.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
“Was it so hard to be reminded you’re mine?” He touched her cheek.
“No, Master.” She wanted to kiss him. “I like knowing I’m yours.”
“Good.”
Master Jensen positioned her under the bar, and then raised her hands, attaching her to the frame with
chain. Her arms went straight up from her shoulders, and were pulled tight enough that standing t
footed wasn’tfortable. She rose onto the balls of her feet, swaying a little. She wouldn’t be able to
stand like this for long, but there was enough y that she could drop down onto her heels to rest her
calves.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Not exactly.”
He grinned. “Good.” Jensen circled her, touching and rubbing her, making sure every inch of her belly,
breasts, back and ass got attention.
He stopped in front of her, and the grin was gone.
“Do you remember what’s left on our list?”
“Yes, Master.”
Jensen fondled her left breast, then slid his hand up to her neck. “Are you scared?”
“I don’t know.”
“Bring me the first mask.”
Anna heard Pet’s footsteps. Her heart was pounding in her chest. What mask had Pet gone to get? A
gas mask? A hood?
“Trust me, Anna.”
“I do, Master.”
Pet returned and Jensen released her to turn to the other woman. When he turned back, Anna saw
panels of ck leather and straps.
Material ? N?velDrama.Org.
“Smell.” He lifted the thing he held.
Anna took a deep breath. “Sandalwood.”
“Figures that you’d know the proper name for it. Remember the items left on our “A” list?”
She took another breath, inhaling the warm, woody smell that was distinctly male. “Aromas,” she
eximed.
“Exactly. Did you know that the sense of smell is most closely tied to memory?” He circled behind her,
pulling her against his chest. His cock pressed against her ass and she danced on her toes to keep her
bnce. “I’m going to make sure that when you smell this, you have very, very good memories.”
He lifted the leather mask and pressed it over her face. It wasn’t just a mask, it was a muzzle. The
heavy leather covered her from just below her eyes to her chin. A strap ran up from the bridge of her
nose, over her head to meet the straps that crossed her cheeks. It wasn’t tight to her face and that,
coupled with the vents, meant she could breathe normally—but each breath she took was rich with the
scent of sandalwood. He must have coated the inside of the muzzle in scented oil.
“Can you breathe?”
She nodded.
“Okay, baby, are you ready for some fun?”
Pet appeared again, this time she holding a Hitachi Magic Wand. She dropped to her knees and
opened a small panel in the floor, plugging the heavy-duty vibrator in. Behind her, Anna heard a zipper,
then felt the hard length of Jensen’s naked cock against her ass.
His hands cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing them. His thumbs flicked her nipples, then he
pinched them, tugging gently.
“Use the vibe on her pussy. Not her clit yet.”
Without hesitating, Pet reached for Anna’s pussy, rubbing it before flipping the vibrator on. The rounded
head of the wand pressed against her, just above the start of her slit. Anna moaned as the vibrations
trembled through her.
Master Jensen pulled harder on her nipples and Anna arched into his hands. She was dancing on her
toes, spreading her legs to give the vibrator better ess. Jensen grabbed her left leg at the knee and
lifted, folding it up along her side. For a moment she was off bnce, hanging by her wrists, but then
she adjusted her weight to her right leg. Pet pulled the vibrator back, the hum of its motor and Anna’s
breath echoing in the muzzle the only sounds.
Her Master’s cock rubbed against her pussy. The head bumped her clit and Anna gasped. She sucked
in a breath, the air perfumed with the scent he’d selected. Holding her leg in one hand, the other arm
wrapped around her torso, hand on her breast, Master Jensen adjusted his hips and then his cock was
at the entrance to her body.
He slid up into her in one long, smooth stroke. Anna dropped her head back onto his shoulder. His cock
retreated, then slid in again.
“I can feel you around my cock. You’re hot and wet. You like being chained up and fucked.”
Anna mumbled into the muzzle as the rhythm of his fucking picked up.
“Pet, put the vibe on her pussy.”
The vibrator rubbed over the lips of her sex, making circles along her sensitive flesh yet never touching
her clit. Jensen adjusted his grip and then mmed his cock into her. The force of his thrusts lifted her
off the ground. Anna gasped into the mask as pleasure ripped through her.
Master Jensen pulled his cock from her aching pussy and lowered her leg. Anna swayed before finding
her bnce. Pet still held the vibrator against her, and Anna’s leg muscles twitched from the pleasure.
“Stop.”
Anna’s head jerked up. He couldn’t stop now, her body was warm and tingling with pleasure. A few
more minutes of the vibe and his cock in her and she’d be orgasming so hard the whole mansion would
hear her.
Jensen reached back and undid the mask. “Where there’s pleasure, there’s pain.”
Both her Master and Pet disappeared into the darkness outside the circle of light. Anna sighed in
frustration, but knew that a spanking—which is what she guessed wasing—would only make it all
the better when she finally did orgasm.
Master Jensen carried a simple wood horse, the kind they sold at home improvement stores, over. He
positioned it in front of her, then reached up and undid the chain.
“Put your chest on the horse, breasts on either side.”
Eager to get the scene started again, Anna obeyed. Pet returned, carrying the same gray bag Jensen
had used yesterday. She passed Jensen another mask.
“Lift your head and open your mouth.”
Anna obeyed. This mask didn’t smell like sandalwood, but sage. It was a gag, with a small ck piece
that fit into her mouth. Two straps ran alongside her nose to meet on her forehead. It had the same
cheek straps that connected to the one on the top of her head. Jensen fitted a hose into the front and
squeezed the pump he held. The piece in her mouth started to inte.
Anna grunted as it pushed her tongue back and pressed against her cheeks. Jensen kept pumping.
She looked at him, shook her head. Jensen grabbed her by the hair and forced her cheek against the
wood. A shiver ran through her. Her mouth was stuffed full, painfully so. Her nose wasn’t covered, but
the scent of sage was still strong.
“You notice this one has a different aroma. This scent will remind you of pain.”