well—all in all, she’d been a very good girl and she deserved it. He sent a short text to Clayton. “Molly’s fine. Sore ass, worn out. She misses you.”
He left out the part about kissing her. Twice. She was his to use anyway, Clayton had said so. Mephisto played with several girls that night, but he didn’t kiss any of them. He rarely kissed anyone. It was just her lips, he told himself. They were spectacular.
Oh hell. Tomorrow they’d have to play some new games.
The Second Day
The next morning was very much like the first. Routines. They were good for slaves. He fucked her pussy and her ass—and this time he didn’t have to use nearly as much force to take her tight hole. She didn’t want to endure another day of being plugged, undoubtedly. Quick learner. But he was moving on to other training today.
After breakfast he went out, leaving her under the supervision of the club’s many cameras. He made it clear she wasn’t to go anywhere at any time where she couldn’t be seen. He pointed out the few areas that weren’t monitored. The dark corners, the bathrooms and some of his back rooms. She wasn’t to go into any of those. She didn’t seem overly aroused this morning, which rather disturbed him, and cleaning the club was unlikely to make her more aroused. Still...he wouldn’t take a chance on her stealing any forbidden orgasms. Not with the plans he had laid out for her.
Mephisto rode through downtown streets to his favorite fetish store. He hadn’t put a slave into deep chastity for a long time, and he wasn’t sure why he wanted it so much for Molly now. Perhaps because she’d once been so reckless. Perhaps to see if she was still reckless now, and only hiding her impulses really, really well. He sent a text to Clayton, only to have him call back a moment later.
“Why exactly do you need my slave’s measurements?”
Mephisto laughed. “Let’s just say I want to buy a surprise for her.”
“You’re evil,” Clayton said. “Are you buying her a harness? Or lingerie?”
“A chastity belt. Now, do you know her measurements or not?”
As Mephisto suspected, her Master knew them to the half inch. He jotted down Clayton’s numbers for her waist and hip measurements. A little more small talk, and then conversation turned back to his slave.
“Is she behaving? You’re not putting her into chastity out of necessity?”
“No. Actually, she’s been an angel so far. It’s tough on her though. She’s in this haze of mourning, to be honest. God, Clay,” he added, laughing. “Don’t die, okay? Ever.”
“I’m trying not to. But as far as I know they haven’t discovered the secret to immortality yet.”
“Well, I’m going to try to distract her a little more today.”
“With chastity?”
“It can have a way of filling up a horny slave’s mind. We’ll see.”
“Is she that bad? Do I need to come back?”
“God, no. She’ll be fine. She’s a tough girl.”
“Will you keep her in chastity until I return?” asked Clayton with enthusiasm. “That would be great. I mean, you could take your orgasms, of course.”
“I don’t know. If I’m going to do all the work of keeping her in chastity, I think I might want to enjoy the final result. Nothing like an orgasm-deprived slave letting loose on one’s cock.”
“True. Selfish ass.”
Mephisto laughed. “Just like you, my friend.”
Using Clayton’s measurements, Mephisto bought a chastity harness in black leather. It was high quality, supple, soft, with notches to adjust the fit precisely and attachment points for plugs or dildos. The front was a convex metal plate, designed to prevent any contact for her clitoris when it started aching. It was wonderfully evil. His friend Lorna, the owner of the eponymously named shop, smirked in collusion with him as she wrapped it up.
“I sell a lot of chastity gear for men, but not so many for women,” she said.
“That’s because it’s so fun to make women come. But
He left out the part about kissing her. Twice. She was his to use anyway, Clayton had said so. Mephisto played with several girls that night, but he didn’t kiss any of them. He rarely kissed anyone. It was just her lips, he told himself. They were spectacular.
Oh hell. Tomorrow they’d have to play some new games.
The Second Day
The next morning was very much like the first. Routines. They were good for slaves. He fucked her pussy and her ass—and this time he didn’t have to use nearly as much force to take her tight hole. She didn’t want to endure another day of being plugged, undoubtedly. Quick learner. But he was moving on to other training today.
After breakfast he went out, leaving her under the supervision of the club’s many cameras. He made it clear she wasn’t to go anywhere at any time where she couldn’t be seen. He pointed out the few areas that weren’t monitored. The dark corners, the bathrooms and some of his back rooms. She wasn’t to go into any of those. She didn’t seem overly aroused this morning, which rather disturbed him, and cleaning the club was unlikely to make her more aroused. Still...he wouldn’t take a chance on her stealing any forbidden orgasms. Not with the plans he had laid out for her.
Mephisto rode through downtown streets to his favorite fetish store. He hadn’t put a slave into deep chastity for a long time, and he wasn’t sure why he wanted it so much for Molly now. Perhaps because she’d once been so reckless. Perhaps to see if she was still reckless now, and only hiding her impulses really, really well. He sent a text to Clayton, only to have him call back a moment later.
“Why exactly do you need my slave’s measurements?”
Mephisto laughed. “Let’s just say I want to buy a surprise for her.”
“You’re evil,” Clayton said. “Are you buying her a harness? Or lingerie?”
“A chastity belt. Now, do you know her measurements or not?”
As Mephisto suspected, her Master knew them to the half inch. He jotted down Clayton’s numbers for her waist and hip measurements. A little more small talk, and then conversation turned back to his slave.
“Is she behaving? You’re not putting her into chastity out of necessity?”
“No. Actually, she’s been an angel so far. It’s tough on her though. She’s in this haze of mourning, to be honest. God, Clay,” he added, laughing. “Don’t die, okay? Ever.”
“I’m trying not to. But as far as I know they haven’t discovered the secret to immortality yet.”
“Well, I’m going to try to distract her a little more today.”
“With chastity?”
“It can have a way of filling up a horny slave’s mind. We’ll see.”
“Is she that bad? Do I need to come back?”
“God, no. She’ll be fine. She’s a tough girl.”
“Will you keep her in chastity until I return?” asked Clayton with enthusiasm. “That would be great. I mean, you could take your orgasms, of course.”
“I don’t know. If I’m going to do all the work of keeping her in chastity, I think I might want to enjoy the final result. Nothing like an orgasm-deprived slave letting loose on one’s cock.”
“True. Selfish ass.”
Mephisto laughed. “Just like you, my friend.”
Using Clayton’s measurements, Mephisto bought a chastity harness in black leather. It was high quality, supple, soft, with notches to adjust the fit precisely and attachment points for plugs or dildos. The front was a convex metal plate, designed to prevent any contact for her clitoris when it started aching. It was wonderfully evil. His friend Lorna, the owner of the eponymously named shop, smirked in collusion with him as she wrapped it up.
“I sell a lot of chastity gear for men, but not so many for women,” she said.
“That’s because it’s so fun to make women come. But
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