Golden Girl and The Kryptonite Effect
Part 2: The Masters’ Ball
by OTWGuy; email: OTWGuy@gmail.com
Chapter 6
The van didn't seem to have any shocks. As they drove along, all Golden Girl could think about was her clitoris. She bit her lip trying, and failing, to stifle the sensations of her pulsating clit.
After about 15 minutes of deliriously exquisite orgasms and soft moans with an occasional loud gasp, the van pulled over. Red team carefully escorted the naked Golden Girl out of the van. They had stopped in the middle of nowhere. They led her about 10 yards from the road and removed her hood.
"Where are we?" asked Golden Girl.
"Not far from town. Someone should be along shortly."
"Can you leave me a blanket or something?"
Red team laughed. “Ha! You’re more likely to get picked up naked," one said.
“Yeah, picked up and fucked" said another. The Red team laughed.
Red Leader grabbed Golden Girl with one hand between her silky legs and jammed his fingers between her wet pussy lips. His other hand began mashing and squeezing a firm, big tit. Then he kissed Golden Girls hot lips, pushing his tongue deep into her slut mouth. Golden Girl’s tongue eagerly wrestled with his as she pulled him close.
Read Leader’s fingers slid along Golden Girl’s wet vulva. He found her used fuckhole and plunged one fat finger in. Golden Girl gasped at her pussy’s exploding rapture.
“AAAAAHGAAAH!” The intensity of Golden Girl’s orgasm dropped her to her knees.
In her orgasmic delirium, Golden Girl pressed one hand against Red Leader’s 10 inch bringer of orgasms. She looked up at him hoping for permission to bring it out so she could please him with his favorite part of her body.
But, Red Leader backed away. “Next time, Goldilocks."
Devastated, Golden Girl fell forward onto her hands and knees. “Please, sir. Please use me." she whined. But Red Leader and his team kept walking to the van. “PLEEAASSEE, SIIIRR! PLEASE USE MY HOT PUSSY!" Golden Girl wailed, one arm out-stretched, beseechingly.
Red team got in the van and drove away.
Golden Girl burst into tears and pounded the ground with her fists. “He left me. He left me!"
Golden Girl stared down at her two hard nipples, then her huge, incomparable tits: (o )( o). I am still Golden Girl, she thought... “I am Golden Girl," she reminded herself out loud.... “I AM GOLDEN GIRL!" she declared in loud voice to the moon and stars.
Golden Girl got to her feet, hands on hips, in a superheroine stance. She assessed her situation.
“Completely naked and no way to get home. Oh shit, my dog collar! I look like a total slut!” Oh fuck! And with uh, a tasp driving me to orgasm after debilitating orgasm! Not good.
Golden Girl decided the only thing to do was flag down a car. She would explain that her boyfriend got mad at her, stripped and collared her, gave her a facial, and left her to fend along the side of the road. A female would understand. A guy may want some sort of recompense. Unfortunately, she had only one negotiable asset: _//o\\_. Whatever it takes, she thought.
It was getting cool out. Golden Girl’s nipples became two hard, pointed knots. After a couple of minutes headlights appeared around a bend in the road.
Golden Girl stepped onto the road waving both her arms. The headlights lit up her perfect naked body like a spotlight on a stripper. The car slowed in a cautious manner, then stopped beside her and a passenger side automatic window dropped down.
The driver was a man. Of course, thought Golden Girl.
He was about 40 years old. He had short dark hair. His build was medium. Medium size shirt. Medium size underwear. The only distinctive thing about him was a trim van dyke growth around his thin-lipped mouth. He stared at Golden Girl’s big tits with his deep-set brown eyes as she approached the car.
"Please sir, I need a ride back to town." Then added, "I'd do anything if you would." Damn! Why did I say that?
He flicked a switch and the door unlocked. Golden Girl got in.
As Golden Girl sat, the driver stared at her bare crotch. She was self-conscious and covered her nipples with one arm, and covered her pussy with the other hand. It didn't matter, the driver stared at her boob overflow and her long, beautifully bare legs. He finally drove off.
"Thank you so much. I didn't know how I was going to get home." Golden Girl offered. The driver didn't say anything, but continued to peek at her glorious legs. "I'm Anna, by the way."
"Brian. Nice to meet you, Anna." He turned on the heater for Anna.
I bet, thought Anna. I mean, how often does a naked girl just fall into your lap?
Anna explained her boyfriend story. Brian was sympathetic.
Then he reminded her, "you said you would do anything right?"
Busted. "Yeah" mumbled Anna.
"Well, there's a special dance next Saturday night. My usual partner can't make it..."
"Of course I will go with you, Brian.” Anna blurted. “I totally owe you." She was relieved. Just go to a dance with this oldish fart, give him a goodnight kiss. Maybe let him feel me up. Anna felt like she was getting off easy.
"It's a very special dance. It's called the Master's Ball."
Suspicious, Anna asked, "How special?"
"It's a ball for Masters to promenade and to put their submissives on display. My usual submissive has retired. It would require a bit of a learning curve for you. There are rules...."
Good lord! thought Anna. I’m fucked. Truer words...
Chapter 7
On the drive to his house, Anna agreed to spend the week before the Ball with Brian, learning the submissive role. When they arrived at Brian’s tract home, he drove into the garage and shut its door. Anna got out of the car and followed Brian into his house.
“Do you have anything I can wear?" she asked.
Brian sighed and gave a disappointed smile. “For the next week you’ll be learning the role of a submissive. First lesson, as my sub, you will address me as “sir” or “master,” always. Is that understood?” He waited.
“Yes, sir” replied Anna. She just had some experience in that department. “Do you...”
Brian raised his hand.
“Subs speak only when spoken to. Is that clear?” Brian didn’t wait for an answer. “Since you are so new at this, go ahead.”
“May I please have something to put on,... sir?” Anna asked quietly.
“And,” Brian interrupted, “subs only wear what their masters allow them to wear. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.”
“First, I want to get a good look at you, Anna. Straighten up." He ordered. Anna stood up straight and glanced at Brian. “Do not make eye contact.” He blurted. “You are not worthy.”
Brian stared at her melonous tits. He squeezed a nipple between his thumb and index finger. When he released it, her nipple began to harden. He took her hard nipple and pinched it again. Anna, concerned, look down.
“What are you looking at!” Brian bellowed. “What a master does with his sub’s body is not her concern. Now bend over.” Anna hesitated, then leaned over.
“What is wrong with you!” Brian demanded. “Always say SIR!” Brian grabbed her red-streaked, blond hair firmly. “WELL?”
“Yes sir” gulped Anna.
Brian slapped her on her bare ass. It stung, but somehow arousingly so. “Don’t ever forget.”
“Yes sir.”
“Straighten up.”
“Yes sir.”
Brian grabbed Anna’s two tits in his hands and squeezed them. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
“For the next week you will do as I say, when I say.” He paused.
“Yes sir.”
“You will make your body available to me for any sexual desire I may develop, perverted or otherwise. Are we clear?” He stared hard at Anna.
“Yes sir. Crystal.”
“At the conclusion of the Masters’ Ball next Saturday, you will be released from your bondage.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now, get on your hands and knees. I want to put your clit toy to the test. Anna obeyed. Once she was positioned, he dropped his pants and knelt between her bare legs. He aimed his hard six inch dick right into Anna’s quivering pussy.
“OOOOOOHHH FFUUDDGGEE!" Anna moaned anew. Sometimes size really doesn’t
matter. As Brian began banging her wet pussy, the clamp bit into her
receptive clit.
“AAAAAHH JEEEEEEZZ GAAAAAHH!” Anna closed her eyes in delirious orgasm.
Her cries excited Brian to the point he shot his load deep into Anna’s well used cunt. She fell on her stomach, holding her pussy ...whimpering.
Anna learned that she was always to be in a state of undress. Her normal dress code was lacy panties. That’s it. She learned that to bring up a subject, she was to stand in front of him and look down. He may or may not then give her permission to speak.
Brian like to strip Anna naked, tie her wrists behind her back and her ankles together. Then he would watch her writhe around upon the floor.
It reminded Anna of the time when she was 18. Professor Satyrmann asked her to babysit his twin 11 year old boys, Randy and Peter. Thinking it was easy money, she agreed.
The boys were manipulative brats. They got Anna to let them tie her like Brian did. Only the boys took advantage and pulled Anna’s skirt off and her panties down around her ankles. Then they pulled her shirt and bra up over her head and down her arms.
Naked, Anna sternly warned them of the trouble they were in when their father returned. They just smiled and watched her squirm naked on the floor.
Changing tactics, she pleaded with them: “Please, please, pleeease untie me. I won’t tell if you do.” The boys just continued to smile and watch her flail.
In desperation, she cut a deal with the boys. She would let them inspect every inch of her naked body in return for her clothes.
/(o )( o)\
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After a long 20 minutes of being poked and groped by four little hands, Anna was able to get dressed.
The boys continued to grope Anna’s tits and ass. She calmly removed their hands with hers and explained to them that boys can’t touch a girl’s body without her permission.
“But you let us touch you when you were naked.”
“That’s different. I had to to get my clothes back. And....well, naked girls have no power.”
When Professor Satyrmann asked her to babysit again, Anna declined; happy the boys hadn’t thought to video the humiliating episode. Otherwise, she might have had to submit to them. And who knows what those two nasty boys would have made me do. Anna shuddered to think.
***
Anna learned to be ready to relieve her master from his constant erections. She learned she liked to have her hair pulled hard during sex. She also learned she liked to be spanked. Travis was so lame, she thought.
As a form
of graduation, Brian removed Anna’s collar and tasp.
Chapter 8
Saturday came. Brian had fucked Anna’s glorious body everyday. She was now a fairly competent novice submissive.
Brian had arranged everything for the Ball. He showed Anna the invitation he had received.
Baron Adolf von Schpader:
I would be deeply honored if you would accept my invitation to this year’s Masters’ Ball. It shall be held Saturday, <the date> at the estate located at 666 Old Castle Road. Please bring your lowly submissive as our serving staff will be minimal.
The bar opens at 5:30PM. Introductions begin precisely at 6:00PM. The Ball begins at the conclusion of introductions.
The Marquis Richelieu de Guillotine
P.S.: The Leash Law will be in effect.
***
“Master? Who is Baron Adolf von Schpader?”
“I am. Each master takes a high title suck as Duke, Duchess, and other titles. We try to be unique. In fact, every master can take any title he or she pleases, except ‘king’ or ‘emperor’. We don’t use them because they signify a ‘most high’. I took the title of ‘Baron,’ added the sinister name, ‘Adolf’ and converted James Spader‘s last name into German because I greatly admire his Secretary movie.
Also, there can be only one Marquis or Marquess. That title is reserved for the Ball’s benefactor. In honor of the Marquis de Sade.
“As for the submissives, they don’t get respectable titles. Instead, they get derisive descriptions of their level of submissiveness. Long time submissive women will be introduced as whores and cunts. Followed by “slut” or “bitch.” Followed by “wench”, etc. It can get very creative. Since you have only been a submissive for a week, you will have a less demeaning description.”
“Please, master. What’s the leash law?”
“All submissives must be on a leash, of course.”
***
Brian obtained a black mask made with rhinestones for himself and a pink version with tall feathers for Anna. He explained that masks were optional and very important. Few of the masters wanted their real identities known.
Of course, all submissives wore masks. Brian said that it was a well known rumor that one of the city councilwomen was a sub. But, since she always wore a mask at this annual Ball, circulating that rumor to the outside world was forbidden.
Brian had Anna’s costume made. It was in two pieces. A see-through pink chiffon top that clasped at the neck and just below her breasts. The front of the jacket had holes cut away to display her fabulous tits without obstruction. Her pants were made of the same material, but with the crotch and ass cut artfully away.
Brian also procured rhinestone nipple clamps that were connected by a gold chain. From the middle of the chain a German Iron Cross hung. He also secured her elbows behind her back with a gold bungee cord. Her magnificent breasts surged forward.
As Anna’s leash, Brian wrapped a leather leash around her waist, ran the leash through the metal clip, above her ass crack. He pulled the leash between her legs so that it was embedded between her pussy lips, thus rubbing her sweet clit. The leash was then brought up to and over her leash waist band. The slightest tug brought Anna clitoral stimulation.
Brian kept reminding her, “Remember, to curtsy to every master and only address them by their title or as “M’Lord” or M’Lady.”
“Yes master.”
“And don’t look the masters in the eye. Look down when addressing them."
“Got it...master."
“You’ll easily be the hit of the ball,” Brian said encouragingly. “Oh yes, quite.”
***
The day of the Ball arrived. Anna put on her pink feathery mask and her costume that served to accentuate her awesome feminine parts.
Brian looked quite debonair in his khaki World War I German aviator uniform. He had a brown scarf, knee high black boots and an Iron Cross medal upon his chest.
The drive to the Ball took them beyond the outskirts of town, out in the countryside. Brian’s silver Malibu drove through heavily forested areas of pine and oak.
Brian and Anna drove up a circular drive to a large, two-story, antebellum style house. Anna thought it more like a mansion. At the front walk, a male valet took the keys and drove off to park the car.
Inside the house’s grand foyer entrance, beneath a mammoth crystal chandelier, another male attendant took their coats.
Anna was, for all intents and purposes, naked. Her huge tits were on display, complete with her sparkling nipple clamps and the Iron Cross. She was grateful for her mask. //( 8 )( 8 )\\
Brian took her by her crotch leash. Anna felt the leash tighten against her clit. Her eyes widened in divine pleasure. He pulled her along like the dominated slut she trained to be.
Brian stopped at the photographer’s setup for a souvenir photo. In front of a canvas mural of a dungeon scene was placed a single high-back chair for the master. The Baron sat cross-legged, looking stern, holding Anna’s leash as she sat back on her knees on the floor beside him, her hands on her knees palms up.
From there, they sauntered over to the bar under the watchful eyes of every guest. They toasted each other with champagne.
At 6:00PM precisely, a tall, thin butler dressed in a black tails coat tuxedo stood at the top of the foyer stairs and rang a small bell.
“Lords and Ladies and your servile submissives. I present to you the magnanimous Marquis Richelieu de Guillotine!”
The Marquis stepped forward to eager applause. He was dressed as peacocky as King Louis XII. Complete with high heels and a tri-cornered hat with a long blue plume. He wore no mask.
“Lords and Ladies. Cocks and cunts.” Began the Marquis, extending both arms. “I welcome you all to this year’s Master’s Ball.” More applause.
“This year’s ball will be our finest and biggest yet. We have three new Lords and a new Lady.” Applause.
“Yes, 34 masters have accepted my invitation.” Applause. “Food can be found in every corner and drinks at the open bar.” Vigorous applause.
“If you have any question, such as ‘the restroom whereabouts’, my cock slut, Molly here, or any of my servant staff will assist you.”
Molly, dressed only in the skimpiest of panties and a pair of rhinestone nipple clamps, stepped forward: (* )( *). She too, wore a mask. She had shoulder length curled, black hair. On her wrists and ankles were leather straps, each with a metal ring.
“Now, as is our custom, ...the introductions!” More vigorous applause, plus a few whistles.
A string quartet began playing a tango. Couples moved to the ballroom and began to jockey for position.
On the floor were two parallel lines of tape, ten feet apart. On one was the alphabet, A, B, etc. The other line had no markings. The masters took the alphabet line and stood in alphabetical order by their titles. Their subs stood across from them.
The butler spoke. “Lords and Ladies, cocks and cunts, presenting his gloriousness, the Marquis Richelieu de Guillotine and his harlot in training, Goldie.”
The Marquis appeared at the head of the improvised walkway. His left hand held a riding crop. His right hand held short reins that were attached to a bit and bridle that commanded the pretty head of a busty young woman with her dark red hair in a ponytail. A bit was pulled deep into her open mouth. Her wrists were tied behind her back. The mask she wore was painted on in gold.
She was dressed in a gold crop top that had been pulled up to expose her plump C cup breasts: (* )( *). Two plain wooden clothes pins gripped her hard nipples. A short, almost non-existent, gold skirt presented her matching red pubes and her pleasing round ass for viewing. She was barefoot. Her ankles were shackled and chained together, inhibiting her gait. She was a living caricature of Golden Girl.
The caricature was wide-eyed in fear, moving from side to side, making loud, imploring vocalizations. If she ventured too close to a guest, the Marquise pulled back on the reins.
At the end of the walk, the fake golden girl turned to the guests and cried out in frustration. The Marquis swatted her bare ass with his crop and pulled her away. He then handed the reins over to a large masked man who led her, still yelling, into another part of the mansion.
The Marquis turned to his guests, and with hat in hand performed a sweeping bow. The Ball guests erupted into applause, and “Bravo! Bravo!”
Anna was stunned. That was supposed to be me! An enslaved cunt... Which, I kinda am...
Anna stifled those thoughts. Then, “It looked so real” she confessed to Brian.
“Yes. The Marquis certainly has a flair for drama.”
The butler resumed. ”And now, your attention please.... In alphabetical order presenting:
Admiral Gaylord Hornblower and his carnal cabin boy, Kenny.”
A man dressed as a 17th century English Navy captain walked to the center of the two lines. His sub, a 20ish young man dressed only in ragged shorts, met him from the other side of the aisle and handed over his leash attached to a leather collar around his neck. They started off slowly for the applauding onlookers. They walked down one end of the line, back up, and then down again to the end of the lines. There, they separated to their original lines.
The butler continued the introductions by presenting:
“Ambassador Serena Dickbreaker and her cock and ball boy, Toby.”
A black woman, 50ish, in a long baby blue gown took the leash of a 40ish white man with a small beer belly in another loin cloth. Again, the couple made the slow walk down, up, and back down again to applause.
“Baron Adolf von Schpader and his ass-kissing, cock nymph, Peggy “Tits” Galore.” All eyes turned to Anna.
Meeting in the center of the aisle, Brian took Anna by her pussy leash and gave it a tug. Anna gave a little squeal. Brian pulled her along their slow promenade down, back, and down again. The attending couples gasped at Anna‘s stunning naked beauty and applauded loudly.
“Ass-kissing, master? Peggy?” whispered Anna.
“Ass-kisser is an inexperienced sub. You’ll see.” answered Brian. “Peggy is my ex. And no sub uses their real name. ”
With their walk concluded, they returned to their place at the end of the line. All eyes followed Anna’s huge firm tits (o )( o) and even firmer round ass: ( ):( )
And so it went with the butler announcing each couple and each master dressed as his or her title would suggest and the subs in skin and rags:
”Baroness Eva Braun Gestapo and her slavish fuck-stick, Solomon.”
“Bishop Maurice “Moe” Lester and his confessed sinful slut, Juicy Loosie.”
“Bwana Ebola Zulu and his Third World slut slave, Whoopsie.”
“Chief Red Bone and his kneeling squaw bitch, Fucks Like A Dog.“
”Colonel Angus Butler and his mewling quim, Scarlett.”
“Commissar Vlad “The Impale Her" Ghoulag and his submissive cunt caddie, Heidi Ho.”
“Commodore Henry Spankbottom and his red ass, fuck slut, Spankie.”
“Contessa Mata Hari Oswald and her beta whimp, Poppy.”
“Count Miklos Vulture and his white-titted, cocksucker, Robin.”
“Dame Demona Strappon and her clit-licking tramp, Ruby.”
“Doctor Arnold von Mengele and his surrendered French pussy, Margot.”
“Don Diego del Diablo and his erection predilection whore, Rica.”
“Duke Peter DeVirgin and his Windsor breeding bitch, Diana.”
“Duchess Anita Bobbitt and her obedient boy toy, Alfie.”
“Field Marshall Erwin Auschwitz and his wet-ass pussy, Jewess.”
“Governor Hunter Wrath-Bone and his pig-in-a-blanket of cum, Petunia.“
“Grand Inquisitor Ignatius Castro del Fuego and his cock-riding whore, Dicksie.”
“Imperial Wizard Beauregard Glock and his sperm monkey, Dorothy.”
“Judge Benedict Gallows and his saggy tits and obsequious cunt, Doomie.”
“Kaiser Klaus von Reichstag and his shameless fuck fraulein, Yvonne.”
“Lord Harvey Whorebanger and his Singapore slut, Shiloh.”
“Madam Secretary Olga Mangelder and her ball-less cock slave, Neut.”
“Maestra Allegra Dirge and her groveling man-whore, Lewdwig.”
“Professor Franklin Stein and his bottomless cum dump, Shelley.”
“Reverend Aloysius Sharptongue and his unpaid whore, Laura.”
”Saheeb Kali Yuga and his ass-licking whorest of whores, Latha.”
“Senator Brutus Maximus and his cock-whipped, fuck hole, Slutavia.”
“Sheik Osama al-Aleash and his dick-licking cum-aholic, Laila.”
“Sheriff Clyde N. Justice and his felonious whore, in the first degree, Bonnie.”
”Sir Henry Tudor Cumsalot and his racked and pinioned cunt, wench Gwyn.”
“Shogun Tojo Hiroshima and his leg-spreading cock fodder, Penny.”
Brian was right, Anna thought, the intros were quite entertaining... even arousing.
He was also right that she would command the interest of every person at the Ball. Couple after couple approached and greeted them. Anna would not make eye contact with the Lord or the Lady. However, even though masked, she could eye-greet the accompanying sub. They all welcomed Anna and congratulated Brian on his impossible submissive.
The Baroness Eva Braun Gestapo, along with her submissive, Solomon, greeted the Baron.
“Baron, where did you find this exquisite creature?” Checking out Anna up and down.
“An upgrade from last year, wouldn’t you say Baroness?”
Frowning, the Baroness told her boy to fetch her a white wine spritzer. Brian ordered Anna to fetch him a beer. The Baroness stepped forward and pulled Brian close. She began leading a stiff dance.
“You gave her my name?” blurted an indignant Baroness.
“Come, come now, Baroness. You don’t possess ga-lore-ius tits.”
“You were a such a weeny of a master. You should have been more strict with me.”
Brian squeezed her hand hard. The Baroness gave a little yelp and then looked at Brian in overt arousal.
“Now, you’re a master,” said Brian. “But then, you always were a master... leg-spreader and cocksucker, that is.”
The Baroness glared at Brian as Anna and Solomon returned with the drinks and a surprise.
“Aah, my good Baron,” said the Marquis from behind. Brian and Anna turned. “You look mahvelous...so very dashing. I’m so happy you were able to attend.” The Marquis’s sub, Molly, stood behind him, looking at Anna with eyes that asked, what are you doing here?
“Thank you, Marquis. The Masters’ Ball is always the highlight of my year. This year’s bigger and better than ever.”
Unable to catch the Marquis’ eye, the Baroness walked away with Solomon literally in tow.
“Indeed.” said the Marquis looking at Anna, “I see you have a new submissive.” Anna could feel the Marquis’ penetrating eyes studying her body. “I especially appreciate your interpretation of the leash law.” The Marquis reached out and gave a little tug on Anna’s leash. Again, Anna gave an audible gasp of pleasure. Marquis released the leash and lifted Anna’s nipple chain. Then he let the chain drop. The chain tugged teasingly on Anna’s pinched nipples.
“Marquis de Guillotine ... my cock-nymph, Peggy.” Anna looked down and curtsied.
The Marquis reached out and lifted Anna’s chin. Anna did not make eye contact. “Striking Baron. Quite striking. Come Baron; let me show you around.” Brian nearly burst his buttons with pride. The Marquis seldom invited a guest anywhere on the premises.
The Marquis extended his hand in the direction of the banquet hall. Brian walked beside the Marquis and pulled Anna along by her swelling pussy.
The Banquet Hall was large and white with a wall to wall mirror on one side. A large black table surrounded by many black chairs with white cushions stood in the middle of the room under two magnificent crystal chandeliers.
“Impressive, Marquis. Very impressive.”
Anna scanned the room and wondered what the Marquis did that gave him so much disposable income. A silver spoon no doubt, she thought.
“Come, let me show you the library.” The Marquis started out the door. Brian caught up. Anna followed close behind.
They walked across the ballroom to a set of double doors. The Marquis opened the doors into a large room where three of the four walls were covered in books, including titles such as: “The Life And Ideas of The Marquis de Sade," “Slave Girl of Gor,“ ”Fit To Be Tied,” “Better Bondage For Every Body," and “Bondage for Dummies."
The far wall had a large log burning fireplace. Above it was a framed poster of a book cover. The title was “The Ringworld Engineers” by Larry Niven. Intrigued, Anna forgot about Brian and the Ball and drifted over to it. She just stared at the poster. Strange, I’d never heard of Larry Niven until a week ago. Now this...
“Ah, your nympho seems to have found something to her liking.” Said the Marquis stepping behind her. “Tell me Miss Tits, are you a fan of science fiction?”
“I’m just beginning to get into it, M’Lord,” Anna lied.
“Well, Larry Niven is one of the world’s finest science fiction authors, and yet strangely under appreciated. Try him. You’ll like him.”
The Marquis and Brian turned to leave the library. Anna felt like her head was going to explode. Oh my god! The Marquis and Mr. Picasso were the same person!
Chapter 9
Anna was excited, both sexually and emotionally. She couldn’t wait for the Ball to end to fuck Brian’s socks off like those saloon whores of yesteryear. And then to get to work bringing down the Marquis. Until she could get Brian alone though, she would just have to be horny. On the other hand...
Anna tried to get the layout of the mansion by making the excuse to use the restroom. She carefully avoided the staff so she could roam around “looking” for one. She concluded that holding rooms must be below the main level.
She returned to Brian and, and on impulse, got down on her knees before him. She leaned forward onto her hands and kissed his boots. She rose and looked down submissively.
Brian and the guests watched in wonderment. Now that, is cunt-worthy stuff, he beamed. Brian decided to reward her with a promotion.
“Lords and Lady’s, may I have your attention. I would like to now present my boot-licking cock slut, Peggy!” Applause exploded from the guests.
Brian and Anna danced a few waltzes to the music of the string quartet. Again, the other guests gave them room so they could gawk at Anna’s ridiculously hot body.
***
The Ball ended. The Marquis and his stoic sub, Molly, stood at the door thanking his guests as they left for their cars.
“My dear Baron, you and your sub were the absolute envy of this year’s Ball.”
“Thank you Marquis. No one knows how to throw a Ball as well you. Well, maybe Tom Brady. But, seriously, It was extraordinary.”
The Marquis smiled and turned to Anna. “Peggy, you are a delight. Keep listening to the Baron. He is a good and fair master.
Anna gladly looked down and curtsied. It served to hide her utter disgust for the loathsome man. “Of course; thank you M’lord.”
On the ride home Anna was so excited about her deduction that she decided to reward both Brian and herself. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. She proceeded to suck it vigorously. His cock grew until it filled her mouth.
Brian put one hand on her head and one hand on the steering wheel. Anna slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Then she took the entire thing into her mouth and bobbed her mouth up and down on it until he shot his warm cum down her throat. Anna sat up and swallowed with a smile.
Once home, Anna practically ripped Brian’s clothes off. Brian was game and, still in his master persona, ordered Anna on her hands and knees. She, like a good sub, eagerly obeyed. Brian entered her sopping pussy from behind. Anna let out an audible moan.
Brian took her hair in his hand and pulled her head back. He knew she liked it.
“Oh Gawd, yes!” moaned Anna. “I’ve been a very, very good bad girl.” Then Anna surprised herself with, “Hurt me master.”
Playing along, Brian said, “You’re such a dirty little slut. You need to be punished." With that he yanked Anna’s head back more by her hair and slapped her bare ass cheek hard.
That did it, Anna was so excited by his hair pulling and punishing spank that she climaxed with a shudder and collapsed to her elbows, “AAAAAAAH! GAAAAAAAH!”
Anna got up and put Brian on his back. He had cum in the car, so he could go longer this time. She mounted his stiff rod and proceeded to plow her hot pussy up and down on it energetically while Brian squeezed and squished her firm round tits. Anna was sweating when he shot his seed in her. She quickly sat down on his stiff dick to get full penetration and ground her wet pussy forward and back: ( i )
Finally, Anna leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on Brian. Her tongue stabbed deep into his hot mouth. Then she rolled off and laid beside him.
“Not very sub-like, but then, you’re free now... That was great!” Said a panting Brian.
“Best sex ever, master!” Anna exclaimed.
***
Brian gave Anna a robe and drove her to her car.
“Thank you Brian. You have done so much for me (the Marquis). I can never repay you.”
“You already have, Anna. I’m an instant legend. I can have my choice of subs now.”
Anna retrieved her hidden car key from the fender and got in as Brian drove off giving a farewell honk.
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