Thread: Between: A slave's life (Angel X QB)

Hearing the two squirm, struggle and moan brought much joy to him, yet caught in the passion of the music melodies continued, bringning Mallory to the familiar high points of the arousal. He played through many of her favorite tunes Chopin's piano concerto, No.1. With every note brought upon almost mind-blowing pleasure, compounded by her extremely sore and sensitive pussy orgasms came and went by like a blur, leaving her in a permanent state of afterglow and soreness as each orgasm furthered her sensitivity. Soon enough her eyes were a glazed blue, clear as the skies on a sunny day and no longer reacting to much except a few guttural moans or panting that signified each orgasm that came. He counted two since he started, but he could be wrong. Meanwhile, Heather must be having quite the time of her life unable to orgasm as her arousal slowly slithers down to baseline, yet is unable from the feel of Slut's hoarse breath from up close to her needy pussy. It wasn't enough...the girl's wanton tongue against her delicious pussy would be more than enough to bring her to full climax...yet no stimulation from the masochist came. Leaving her in a sexual fugue of arousal and frustration. The jealousy as well...perhaps now she can see what obedience would bring to her...pleasure and his hand to bring her to new heights of arousal. And then, with one prolonged press, he easily brought the girl to climax fiercely, the high note held for so long that it may have easily brought Heather to climax even if he hasn't even pleasured her at all! Smiling, he watched as Mallory hung like a ragdoll he wasn't even sure if she reached through six perhaps she only came, with that added, five times. While many women would feel pain upon further orgasms, he was surprised that she took it all well. Softly untying her rope-marked body, he gently held her close, slowly removing the ring gag and the sexual implements on her anus and her pussy. Then, carrying her before Heather, romantically he leaned in and kissed his starry-eyed slave. Good work, Mallory. to hear her name being used...it truly meant that Master was very pleased with her performance. Then, he softly carried her away, laying her to rest on his bed. A bath with her master was to come after for now she needed to warm herself. Aftercare was crucial. Gently rubbing her fair wrists, he kissed her gently, saying I'll join you after I take care of that girl... he whispered to her ear, not knowing if she was still awake from the intensity as he left, returning to the rebellious Heather. Now on the peak of desperation, it was clear who had the upper hand now. No, I won't let you cum so let this be a lesson to you. he said, softly stuffing a vibrator inside of her pussy, but this one was special it had a key hole right where the speed settings should be. Only your new master has the key. If he wants you to cum he will turn this key and let you ride away a mind-blowing orgasm. If not, then he will simply let you endure chastity until you are returned to me. Trying to cum any other way will lead only to more punishment...am I clear? he asked, softly untying her bonds but he left her ball gag on and her arm binder steady. She was to be transported, after all. Taking the girl, forcing her to hobble along from weak arms, he brought her to his room, where he bound her arm-binder to a small hook on the roof as he went to bed, slowly removing his shirt as he kissed Mallory deeply, hand softly stroking her pussy. While she was weak, he said to her in a voice that perhaps Heather could hear. Slut...do you want to give me a good blow? he asked, slowly beginning to undo his trousers...