THE MASTER (MFf, light sm)
© 2000
by Abelard

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fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the 
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This is the first of a series about a very rich, decadent American 
expatriate in Italy. The Master is a part time sadist and a full time sex 
maniac.

				THE MASTER

I came down the wide staircase of my townhouse in Rome as Nina was just 
coming up to the front door. Through the door I could see her shake her rich 
chestnut hair and adjust the finely tailored silk blouse she wore.  By her 
side stood a dark haired young woman in the white knee length habit that 
signified she was a novitiate at the convent of St. Sebastiani.
	As she pushed the door open, the heat of the Roman June rushed in.  Nina 
shoved the girl rudely into the entrance hall, where she stood timidly, with 
eyes downcast.  She shivered slightly as the air conditioning chilled the 
hallway once more.
	When she saw me, Nina stepped aside, her stiletto heels clicking, as she 
said,  "I think I have found you a good one, Master, but of course you will 
be the judge of that."
	I approached the girl and lifted her chin so she had to look at me.  Her 
dark eyes filled with tears, as she said, "Please.  I will be good.  I will 
work.  I will please you."
	I slapped her lightly on the face and said, "You will address me as Master! 
  Never speak until you are spoken to, bitch.  Do you understand?"
	Wide eyed, almost in a whisper, "Yes...Master, I understand."
	I turned to Nina.  "Where did you find her?"
	Nina bowed her head and said, "If it please you, Master, I found her by the 
convent school in Lampari."
	"How did you acquire her, cunt? Come, be quick about it."
	"I found her sitting outside the convent gate, Master, weeping. I merely 
lifted her into the car."

	I turned back to the child, "Why were you crying?"
	"Please, Master, I was crying because I had been bad, and they had thrown 
me out of the convent. I had nowhere to go."
	"Come, come, explain yourself you impudent wench.  Why had they thrown you 
out?"
	"Oh, Master, I was very wicked!  I got pleasure from wetting myself."
	"Explain yourself, tramp, or I, too, will throw you into the gutter."
	With real terror, "Oh, please, Master, I only did it because Sister 
Annunciata tied my hands to the bed.  I couldn't get up to go to the 
bathroom."
	"You are a very tiresome child. Why did Sister Annunciata tie your hands to 
the bed?"
	"She did it, Master, because, after vespers, in the dormitory, I used to 
lie with Elisa Grambaldi.  Elisa is so big and strong, and she likes to hold 
me down and kiss me and rub her hands on me."
	"So Sister Annunciata caught you, and tied you to your bed.  Then what 
happened?"
	"The English girl, Mary Higgins, came over to my bed and called the other 
girls to gather round.  They all began to rub their hands on me too, and 
Mary took a candle and pushed it up into my ...belle chose....Master."
	"Your WHAT?"
	"My, um, belle chose, Master. Down there"(pointing).   "I am only an 
ignorant girl, Master, and I do not know any other words for it."
	"Your cunt, you stupid cow.  You are talking about your pussy, your twat, 
your slippery little hole.  And how did you feel about what the girls were 
doing to you?"
	Almost inaudibly, "I liked it, Master.  I know that that is bad, but I was 
tied, so I couldn't resist.  It wasn't my fault.  They could do anything 
they wanted with me."
	"And you liked it."
	Again, barely audibly, "Yes, Master."
	I was beginning to think that the girl was indeed a rare find.  She was 
apparently one who enjoys sex when she is forced, when her will and 
responsibility are taken away from her, when she is humiliated and made to 
feel dirty.  The perfect slave is one who will be sexually wet on command, 
even orgasm on command...while you beat her.
	"So you were tied to the bed, and you had to go to the bathroom?"
	"Oh, that was not the first night, Master."
	"What night was it?"
	"That was the tenth night.  Sometimes I had to go very badly, but I 
couldn't get out of bed, so I asked Elisa to help me.  She would hold a 
basin below my...er, cunt, and I would pee, then she would kiss my...cunt 
while the others watched."
	The young woman flushed along her neck, whether from embarassment or 
remembered pleasure (or both) I could not tell. I slapped her face a little 
harder. "Master!"
	"Master."
	"And then?"
	"Last night Elisa was sick and in the infirmary, Master, and no one else 
would help me.  The other girls just put their hands on me and then shoved 
the candle into my cunt.  They left it there and went to bed.  They had left 
me uncovered, and I was cold. I had to pee very badly, and finally I just 
couldn't hold it back any longer."
	"So you wet the bed."
	"I had to let it go, but then it felt so very good.  My bottom became all 
wet and warm, and pleasant.  I was just finishing, Master, when Sister 
Annunciata came into the dormitory for her rounds.  She found me with the 
candle up my cunt and pee dribbling off the end.  She was so angry she made 
me get dressed and threw me out of the front gate then and there."
	Impressive!  Girls like this were frequently abandoned to the nunnery by 
their families.  I was confident that this one was a waif. If the convent 
had taken the risk of simply throwing her out, no one would be looking for 
her.
	"How old are you, girl?"
	"Sixteen, Master."
	"Take off your clothes, NOW!"
	She looked bewildered, but a serenity came over her face as, standing in 
the cold hallway, the child shed her novitiate's habit and let all the items 
of apparel drop to the floor.
	When she stood completely nude before me, I looked her over. Sexually 
mature, but barely, her small breasts rode high on her chest, and below her 
slim waist a stark black bush contrasted with the whiteness of her belly.  
Her legs were just losing that gawky thinness of puberty, and were set 
widely on her hips so that there was two inches or more between them at the 
top.  Even with her ankles together, the gap narrowed and widened delicately 
all the way up, but never closed.
	She shivvered in the cold hallway.  The little hairs stood up all over her 
body.  Her surprisingly generous nipples hardened and grew erect.
	"Turn around!"
	From the back, the narrowness of her waist was even more obvious as the 
cheeks of her high round ass widened below it.  The gap between her legs was 
more pronounced also, and her plump pussy lips showed clearly.  Even as she 
stood there with her feet together I could see the area between her cunt and 
her anus, almost to the little hole itself. This one was clearly built to be 
fucked in the ass...suddenly.
	"Nina, you bitch, come hold her ass cheeks apart while I see whether you 
have brought me anything worthwhile."
	Nina stepped forward obediently, forced the girl to take a wider stance, 
and spread her cheeks while I slid my thumb into her cunt.
	It was hot and very wet, and I knew this new one would turn out to be a 
treasure.  To become sexually aroused in these circumstances demonstrates 
exactly the response that makes the best slaves.  She would provide hours of 
pleasure to me and then, when I tired of her, she would be docile and 
obedient as my clients did whatever they wanted with her.
	I slid my thumb out of her cunt and traced a line of slime up to her ass 
hole.  I inserted my thumb slowly in that tight little hole while the girl 
gasped. Soon, however, she began to sit back on my hand slightly, forcing my 
thumb even deeper.
	Perhaps she was enjoying this a little TOO much.
	I pulled my thumb out fast, and slapped her hard on the ass.  A bright red 
imprint began to form.
	"Nina, you whore, fetch the collar."
	"Yes, Master...which one, Master?
	 There were two collars on the hall table, a wide, studded dog collar with 
a six foot chain attached, and a thin piano wire collar with a sturdy 
leather leash.  The dog collar left marks, of course, but they faded 
quickly. The piano wire collar, on the other hand, was much crueler.  I used 
it on lesser girls, especially very thin girls, because the marks it left 
were  permanent and suggested further degradations to my clients.  Girls who 
were marked thus seldom lasted long once I offered them to others.
	"The dog collar, you stupid bitch.  Clasp it around the girl's neck."  Nina 
obeyed and handed me the chain.  Pulling sharply on it, I opened the doors 
to the "studio" and dragged the girl in.
	Nina followed obediently behind, closed the doors, and stood in the corner. 
  The studio was much warmer than the hall, and a masterpiece of sadistic 
design.  A rack stood along one wall, an authentic medieval rack that could 
pull a human being limb from limb.  Various instruments of torture hung 
around the place.  One particularly cruel looking whip dangled from a 
byzantine device of black metal, which stood like an ominous human skeleton 
in the middle of the room.  A gymnastics pommel horse sat to one side, and 
beside that a kneeling bench such as you find at the altar rail of a 
cathedral.
	I hauled the girl over to the metal skeleton and looped the chain over a 
bar at the top.  I pulled down slowly, so that the collar tightened and 
forced the girl to rise on her toes.  I backed it off about half an inch and 
secured it there.
	"You can be comfortable as long as you stay on your toes.  If you try to 
lower yourself onto your flat feet you will find that breathing is 
difficult.  You will slowly asphyxiate.  Of course, if you slip, you will 
strangle to death."
	The girl teetered on her toes, trying to find the right balance.  A small 
stream of urine began to trickle down her leg.  She saw that I noticed, and 
looked terrified.
	I turned my back on her, and summoned Nina to me.  At forty, Nina was still 
an excellent physical specimen.  In her spike heels, she stood over six feet 
tall, almost as tall as I, and carried herself erect when we were in public 
together.   Her aristocratic bearing accented her voluptuous breasts, and 
her hips flaired maturely from a still trim waist. At one hundred and fifty 
pounds she was statuesque without being in the least overweight.
	I would have starved her if she had been.
	"Come here, cunt, and move that pommel horse in front of the girl."
	Nina obeyed silently, rolling the horse to within three feet of the girl 
and locking the wheels.
	"Now place the kneeling bench before me."
	Again she obeyed, silently.
	"Now strip, cunt."
	Nina took off her shimmering silk blouse and dropped it on the dusty floor. 
  She was wearing the black lace bra I had ordered her to wear that morning. 
  I now ordered her leave the bra on but take everything else off.  As she 
stepped out of her final garments, naked except for the bra, I told her to 
put her spike heels back on.  She slid her bare feet into them and stood up, 
her eyes averted.
	"Look at me, bitch.  I told you to wear your RED bra this morning, and you 
have deliberately disobeyed me!"
	She never even flickered at my obvious lie.  "Yes, Master, I'm sorry, 
Master.  I have disobeyed.  Do with me what you will."
	"Step on that ugly blouse and rip it with your heels!"
	Again she stepped forward without a murmur, and planted one foot firmly on 
the blouse and slid the heel of the other across the beautiful, expensive 
fabric, ruining it with a ten inch gash.
	I took a little knife as sharp as a razor from my pocket, opened it, and 
turned the blade toward myself.  I thrust it under the front of the bra 
between her breasts and, slashing upward, cut the bra easily.
	Without looking, I carelessly threw the knife over my shoulder, in the 
general direction of the tethered girl.  I knew the girl was going to have 
to move quickly or be cut. I never turned around as I heard her jump, lose 
her balance and make strangling noises as she struggled to reclaim her 
footing.
	I was looking at Nina, who was watching the girl. She nodded almost 
imperceptibly.  Meanwhile, the broken bra opened and Nina's large soft 
breasts swelled out.
	"Kneel on the stool and take my pants down."
	My cock began to respond as she opened my pants and dropped them to my 
ankles.   I made her encompass my cock with her tits and tit-fucked her for 
a while.  She bent her head, opened her mouth, and  grazed the top of my 
cock with her tongue at each upward stroke.
	"No you don't, bitch.  You may not taste my cum today.  You have been a bad 
slave."
	I grabbed a handful of her luxurious chestnut hair and dragged her to her 
feet.  I moved her toward the pommel horse and virtually threw her by the 
hair, face down, over one end. Her big tits flattened on the top of the 
horse and she let her arms fall beside her head.  I watched the long muscles 
at the back of her upper legs become prominent as she spread her feet apart. 
  Nina was totally defenseless.  I could have run a sword into her cunt if I 
had wanted.  My hard-on swelled so hard it almost hurt.
	As the girl watched surreptitiously, I spread Nina's well schooled ass, 
spit into the crack, and as the saliva ran into her already opening rectum, 
shoved my cock roughly into her ass as deeply as it would go. She gasped, 
but did not move.  Keeping my cock firmly embedded in her ass, I lifted her 
around the waist and turned 90 degrees, so she flopped forward like a rag 
doll.  I sat back slightly and, with my pants still around my ankles, walked 
her around to the other side of the horse so that the girl was behind us, to 
the left.
	There, I again forced Nina over the horse and stroked in and out of her 
well schooled asshole until I was close to orgasm.  At that point, I reached 
back and unhooked the girl.  She came down to her feet, and I thrilled to 
see that her calf muscles were threatening to cramp.  I ordered her to go to 
the other side of the horse and sit between Nina's wide spread legs, lift 
her mouth upward, and finger fuck Nina in the cunt while I finished off in 
her ass.
	Soon I came like a bull, deep inside Nina's anus.  I pulled out when I was 
almost finished to dribble the last few drops of cum on the girl's upturned 
face.  I smacked Nina on the ass and said, "COME, you whore. Come on this 
stranger's fingers, slave."
	Nina, a superb slave in her own right, immediately began convulsing in the 
throes of a real orgasm as the girl kept fingering and breathing on her 
cunt.  Then I ordered them out of the room, telling them they WOULD be ready 
to leave at eight o'clock.
	Two hours later, at eight on the dot, I descended the stairs, formally 
dressed for the evening.  The air conditioning was off, the front doors were 
open to the warm June night, and Nina and the girl waited in the rapidly 
warming hallway below. As she did with every new girl, Nina had taken this 
one up to her enormous white bathroom with its gold fixtures, where they had 
bathed and powdered each other carefully.
	Now Nina looked stunning in a long white satin evening gown, and she had 
chosen wisely for the girl.  Accenting her newly cleaned short black hair, 
the girl wore large pearl drop earrings. Her smooth white shoulders and long 
neck were totally unadorned above the strapless top of a short black and 
teal sheath of stiff taffeta.   The tulip design of the bodice made the 
dress seem to ride an inch away from her young body, suggesting at every 
movement the naked girl beneath.   A large but delicately wrought snowflake 
of diamonds and emeralds sat at one hip.  She would turn heads and stop 
conversations all evening.
	I smiled, "What is your name, child?"
	"I am called, Juliette, Master."
	I raised my eyebrows in amusement as Nina said gently to Juliette, "No, 
child, now we play the other game."
	She paused and then continued, "This is Francois. We will ride in his Rolls 
Royce to the Grand Duchess's palazzo, where we will dine with royalty."
	I said, "Nina, you have done well.  The child is perfect."
	Nina blushed and smiled, "Thank you, Francois. I thought you would be 
pleased."
	Offering my arm to the girl, I said, "Juliette, my sweet child, you will be 
brilliant.  Come, take Nina on your other side, and let us streak like 
comets into the warm Italian night."



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