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Serena
by Arty

8.	First Steps

The journey to the estate was beginning to feel like
routine. Unlike my last few trips, I was once again clothed.
Serena was naked as always. I spent the time looking at her
and thinking. The last few weeks had been some of the
strangest of my life, but one thing had remained constant:
my love for Serena. The weight of my gaze made her look up
and catch my eyes, for some reason she blushed and moaned
gently then resumed staring at the floor. I leaned forward
and captured her mouth with mine; soon it would be my turn
to own her. I felt her lips open under mine and the
surrender implicit in that simple action was intoxicating. I
sat back, leaving her flushed and panting gently.

Salome and Jack were both waiting for us this time.

Serena knelt before them and Jack placed the collar on her.
I suppressed the twinge of jealousy I felt almost before I
felt it. Then he turned to me and spoke formally.

"This is the Pleasure Slave that has been named by me as
Sofia. I am giving her to you in recognition of your love
for each other. I renounce for all time my claims to
Mastership over her. Will you accept her as your Slave?"

I was shocked, this wasn't anything like what Serena and I
had discussed! I thought quickly for something appropriate
to say. I fell back on the mantra of developers everywhere:
Keep It Simple Stupid.

"I will."

He turned to Serena. "Will you accept this man as your
Master in Training and finally as your Master in Fact when
you deem him ready?"

"I will."

Jack removed the collar from her. Then he bent forward and
kissed her gently.

"Goodbye, Sofia."

"Goodbye, Master."

"I'm not your Master any more, Jane. You call me Jack from
now on. Unless your Master commands you otherwise, of
course."

Jack handed me the collar.

"Collar your Slave, David."

I took the collar from him and turned to Serena. I paused as
the enormous responsibility that I was about to assume
descended upon me like the proverbial ton of bricks. Serena
looked up at me through her eyelashes and smiled
encouragingly.

"Submit, Slave." 

Good grief, this was so melodramatic. I felt so
self?conscious. Serena frowned at the less?than?sincere tone
that I had used. I resolved to take this more seriously. Her
displeasure not withstanding, she leaned forward and I
wrapped the collar about her neck. I felt her shiver as it
clicked shut. I searched my memory for a form of words; we'd
covered this sort of impromptu ceremony in our discussions
previously. Serena had told me that her ex-Master had tended
towards the less formal and the less prescriptive end of the
Domination spectrum. Apparently other Masters had written
ceremonies for all eventualities and punishments for Slaves
who were not word perfect. Eventually I recalled the words
that she had used only a few weeks ago when our situations
had been reversed.

"Do you willingly submit to me?"

"I do."

"Will you do your utmost to obey me in all things?"

"I will."

"Do you accept punishment as the consequence for being
unable to do my will?"

"I shall."

"Will you love, honour and obey me?" Two can play at that
game.

"I do." I gulped at the adoration that was in her gaze.

"Shall you accept the collar you are wearing as a token of
the vows that you have just taken?"

"I shall."

"Stand, Slave, and kiss your Master." 

We kissed and I think we would be kissing still, but Jack
coughed in an exaggerated way and we both came to our
senses. Serena seemed to be having trouble standing and I
realised that I was none to steady myself.

Jack beckoned me away from Salome and Serena. When we were
far enough away he spoke to me. "Thank goodness that's
over!" I raised my eyebrows at his obvious relief but said
nothing. "She's all yours David, so don't screw it up." His
relief at being released from what, I could see now, he
considered an onerous burden had broken through his normally
formal speech patterns. He stopped speaking and I could see
that he was visibly composing himself. "Sorry, one doesn't
realise how much a thing has been weighing upon one's mind
until one is relieved of the burden. Would you take some
advice from a former Master?"

"You know I would."

"Now that you're her Master in training, she will probably
transfer her pleading to surrender her virginity to you.
Don't give in. She will appreciate you for your firmness and
she will be all the happier if you delay it until after your
wedding. If I were you, I'd do it altogether after the
wedding ceremony. She is her mother's daughter and she will
revel in the formality of it all."

"I'll do my best."

"It'll be hard for you, but don't forget that she is your
Slave. Be firm, with her and yourself."

We returned to the women, who were talking quietly together.
I turned to Jack. "May I borrow your Slave Salome? She is
still my Slave's mistress and I would appreciate her advice
and guidance."

"Yes, of course. Salome, show Master David the facilities
and obey him in everything."

Salome nodded. "Yes, Master."

With a nod to me, Jack headed off to continue doing whatever
he had interrupted to hand Serena over to me. I waited until
he had re-entered the house before turning back to the two
Slaves.

"Jack has made a couple of suggestions to me and I'm
inclined to agree with him. I can always change my mind
later if I decide differently." I turned to Serena. "Slave,
I don't want to hear anything on the subject of surrendering
your virginity." Serena pouted and looked cute, but I
hardened my heart. "Nor will I name you until after we're
married. So until then, we'll just use 'Slave' or whatever
is appropriate." She gasped at this, but I carried on
anyway. "Like 'darling' or 'sweetheart'." Serena gaped at me
and then she realised what I had said.

"You ratbag, you scared me half to..." 

She stopped speaking as she realised what she was doing.
Swiftly she knelt in the 'ready' position: knees spread
wide, back straight, head high with fingers interlaced on
the back of her neck. "Master, this slave begs humbly to be
punished for her disrespect, Master."

I was about to shrug it off when I caught Salome's eye. I
waited to see what she would say.

"As well you should Slave, what were you thinking of?"
Serena kept her eyes downcast so she didn't see Salome
winking at me. "Master David, shall we see if a spanking and
10 strokes of the strap will remind this Slave of her
station?" I felt my lips quirk as I tried to suppress a
smile. Salome walked to my side and whispered in my ear, "If
you say 'Charing Cross', I will never forgive you!" I
resisted the riposte from the television comedy programme we
were unconsciously reprising -- 'I wasn't going to say
Charing Cross. I was going to say St. Pancras.' -- as being
incongruous.

"That seems an eminently practical suggestion. Please lead
us to an appropriate venue and you may instruct me in the
proper procedure in chastising a disrespectful slave."

Our little procession ended with the three of us in a
soundproof room. It contained a few pieces of odd furniture
and the walls were festooned with whips and straps of all
weights and sizes. I was a little taken aback at the number
and variety of the instruments of punishment that I could
see. Salome could see my disquiet and reassured me.

"They're just for show. Nothing on the wall is ever taken
down and used. Most of them are just antiques anyway, they'd
probably fall apart if they were used in earnest."

"Thanks. I thought I'd stumbled on the Marquis de Sade's
playroom!"

Salome directed me to sit on an ordinary straight-backed
dining chair. Then she signalled for Serena to place herself
across my lap. There followed a lengthy discussion on the
correct posture of the Slave and the Master. She showed me
the various means of holding a recalcitrant slave in
position and finally she advised me on the various methods
of spanking. In general terms, this last topic came down to
'try something and then judge the result'. I decided that I
was going to have to be a lot more observant than I was used
to being. Then realised with a start that I'd learned to be
observant when I was being trained as a slave. And, of
course, the memory of how it felt to be on the receiving end
was fresh in my mind. The forethought that Jack had put into
Serena's and my situation staggered me. I realised that
Salome was waiting patiently for my attention to return.

"Sorry, I was marvelling at the attention to detail that
Jack has shown me over these last few weeks - I just hope I
can live up to his example."

"Just do your best, Master David. That's all anyone can ever
ask."

All this time I'd been allowing my hands to stroke Serena's
bottom, every now and then my fingers would dip between her
cheeks or slip between her legs. Each of these actions would
elicit a moan from her. Salome coughed and indicated
silently that it was about time I started.

"Keep your hand relaxed and start out gently. Then, when you
feel a slight stinging sensation in your hand, increase the
strength of the smacks until you are using as much of your
strength as you are comfortable with. Try to keep the colour
of her bottom as uniform as possible."

I nodded and let my hand fall. Salome made encouraging
noises and I began to feel a tingling sensation in the palm
and fingers of my hand; like you get if you clap for too
long or too enthusiastically. I started to increase the
force of the smacks. Serena started to squirm a bit but
otherwise made no sound. Salome moved closer to me and spoke
quietly to me.

"She will start to cry soon; don't stop. You must keep
going. Do you understand?"

I nodded and tried to harden my heart. I was unprepared for
the anguish that doing so would cause. My darling was
crying, sobbing even and I was the cause of it. The truth of
the old adage, 'This hurts me more than it does you', long
held up for ridicule in my mind, was proven to me with a
vengeance. Salome whispered encouragement to me, urging me
on. I felt Serena relax suddenly and instinctively I knew
that I should think about stopping. I promised myself that I
would make the last ten smacks the most memorable.

Salome murmured her congratulations, "Well done, it won't be
so hard the next time. The final ten were a good idea, but
next time make her count them out loud."

I stroked Serena's bottom, feeling the heat and trying to
stroke some of the sting away. My fingers slipped between
her legs. She was as wet as I'd ever felt her. Her bottom
may not have liked the spanking, but it turned the rest of
her on like nothing else. I began to feel a bit better about
it. I indicate that she should get off my lap and kneel
before me.

"How do you feel, Slave?"

"Master, I feel owned and dominated and pleased that you
care enough for me to take the trouble to punish me so
nicely. Also, I'm as horny as hell, Master."

"There are still 10 strokes of the strap, Master David."
Salome interrupted the love-fest that was developing between
the new Master and his Slave. Serena pouted at this but said
nothing. Salome instructed me in the various positions that
it was possible to use. I settled for securing Serena to a
padded bench with her legs slightly spread. I took the
opportunity to see how she was feeling; seriously horny if
her sex was anything to go by. I tried to phrase a suitable
form of words. At least half of the fun for Serena, I had
realised, was the formality of it all.

"I will now administer 10 strokes of the strap as punishment
for disrespect towards your Master." I paused and then
continued. "When you are ready."

"Yes Master. May I please have my first stroke, Master?"

My first few strokes were fairly ineffectual; so much so
that Serena refused to count them. Salome insisted that I
repeat each of them until she did. Eventually, I realised
that Serena would be hurt less if I made each stroke as hard
as necessary the first time -- preventing needless
repetitions. By the time I administered the tenth stroke, I
was sweating freely and Serena was crying out with each fall
of the strap.

"That was ten, Master. Thank you for administering my
punishment, Master."

I think that I agreed with Jack on the strap-kissing thing
and I decided then and there to dispense with it. I handed
the strap to Salome and told her to put it away. She looked
questioningly at me.

"No. I agree with Jack. Kissing the strap is completely
unnecessary and I am dispensing with it from now on." Both
Serena and Salome were pouting a little at this. Damn! Who's
the Master here anyway? I had an inspiration. "If she's
going to kiss anything, she can kiss the hand that
administered the punishment." Matching my actions to my
words, I held the palm of my hand to her lips. She kissed my
hand. Do you know that the palm of the hand is an erogenous
zone? I didn't until she kissed it! Reluctantly I pulled my
hand away from her attentions and instructed Salome to
unstrap my slave.

When this was done, I turned to my slave and instructed her
to turn round so that I could inspect the damage. I ran my
hands over her rump and I could feel the ridges where the
edge of the strap had caused small welts. The heat from her
bottom was amazing. Throughout my examination, Serena
remained largely silent -- only gasping once or twice as I
pinched her bottom gently to feel a particular welt.
Suddenly I had an impulse and since she was my Slave and I
was her Master I decided to act upon it. I pushed Serena
forward and pushed her feet apart. With almost no warning, I
thrust first one and then two fingers deep into her sex. The
copious lubrication made this absurdly easy. I removed my
fingers and traced them behind her and proceeded to wipe the
excess lubricant over the rosette of her anus. Almost
roughly, I thrust my thumb into her sex. When this was
sufficiently lubricated I rubbed it over her anus and
pressed firmly. With a gasp from Serena, my thumb slipped
into her rectum. Now I was ready; I reinserted my first
finger into her sex and left my second finger flickering
swiftly over and around her clitoris. Awkwardly at first, I
started to thrust my thumb and forefinger into her. Her
gasps turned to moans and eventually to a shriek as she came
strongly. In the end I was taking almost all of her weight
with the hand between her legs. Finally she seemed to regain
her strength and I was able to remove my hand. Turning her
round, I put my hand at her mouth and ordered her to clean
it. With no hesitation at all she licked and sucked at my
hand and soon all her juices were cleaned from it.

I looked at Serena. "You have something to say, Slave?"

"Thank you Master, for punishing me and using me. Master."

"You're welcome." I smiled at her and she looked at me
adoringly. I turned to see Salome staring at me transfixed.
"Yes, Salome?"

"Master David, where did you learn to do that?"

"It just seemed to feel right." I was still feeling
masterful so I signalled for her to take Serena's position.
Without thinking too deeply about the fact that the naked
woman bent submissively before me was my future
mother-in-law, I proceeded to do to her what I had just done
to her daughter. Mindful of where my thumb had been I
switched hands. While I might have got away with it - they
were on intimate terms already - I didn't want to take
unnecessary risks. While part of me was cataloguing the
differences between Salome and her daughter, most of me was
observing Serena acutely. But apart from a slight flaring of
her nostrils as her mother climaxed loudly, I couldn't work
out whether she was upset or not. I resolved to ask her when
we were alone. In the meantime I was still exploring the
boundaries of my status. In this room, surround by
instruments of punishment, I was feeling quite dominant
indeed. Salome was still bent forward.

"You may stand erect and face me." She did so and stood
flushed and breathing heavily, the effects of her orgasm
still apparent. I sat once more in the chair, but this time
I opened my legs and called Serena forward and made her
kneel between them.

"Until I say otherwise, and if you are not otherwise
engaged, your resting position will be kneeling before me
with my penis in your mouth. I don't want a blowjob; I just
want to be held in your mouth. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master." And she carried out my instructions.
When my cock was warmly ensconced between her tender lips, I
sat back in the chair with a sigh and stroked her hair. I
could definitely get used to this. I turned my attention to
Salome who had recovered, somewhat, from my ministrations.

"Were there any activities that you felt I should be
covering today? If not, I would like to retire with my Slave
to bed."

"No, Master David."

"In that case, would you take us to the room to which we
have been assigned?" Salome started to say something, then
changed her mind.

"Yes, Master David."

"Was there something else?" Salome looked uncomfortable. "If
it's something in my power to grant then I'll consider it,
but the one way ensure it doesn't happen is not to ask."

"Master David, would it be possible for me to spend some
time with my daughter? We have much to discuss about the
arrangements for the wedding."

I looked at Serena who was doing delightful things to my
cock. And then I had a wicked idea.

"I think that can be arranged. Let's get to the room first."
I indicated to Serena that she could stop what she was doing
and stood up. I waited while she rearranged my clothing. "Oh
yes, we need to stop for some nipple clamps on the way."

We arrived at the room and I saw that our bags had been
unpacked for us. The problem with this level of service is
that it spoils you for everywhere else. I sat in an
overstuffed chair while Serena knelt in front of me and
resumed suckling me. I could definitely get used to this. I
turned to Salome.

"How long do you think you will need?" She smiled at this.

"How long is a piece of string, Master David?"

"I won't limit you, but my Slave shall wear these nipple
clamps. When they become too painful to bear, then she will
return here and I shall remove them for her."

"Stand up and let me attach the clamps."

They were cloverleaf style with a chain connecting them.
Serena could wear them without having to remove her nipple
rings. A sharply indrawn breath was the only indication that
Serena gave that the clamps were at all painful. I kissed
her and told them to have a good time. In the meantime I
decided to undress and rest on the bed.

I awoke disoriented in darkness. I fumbled around for a
light and winced at the unexpected brightness. Serena was
kneeling by the side of the bed with tears streaming down
her cheeks. She whimpered quietly as each indrawn breath
caused the chain connecting the nipple clamps to sway. The
nipple clamps! How long had she been wearing them? Oh God
she must be in agony.

I slipped out of bed and knelt before her.

"Christ Serena! I'm so sorry, why didn't you wake me?"

"You didn't say that I could Master." 

Shit! Oh shit! Her nipples were purple and swollen. When I
removed the clamps the pain would be excruciating. I looked
around the room and my eye lighted on a small fridge.
Perhaps there was ice? I quickly opened the door and to my
abject relief, I spied an insulated container in the icebox
section and Glory Halleluiah it was full. I returned to
Serena with my prize. I told her what I thought we should
do.

"I'm going to try and deaden the nerves with the ice. When
you think the time is right, I'll remove the clamps and then
I'll try and ease the pain with more ice." 

Serena nodded and I put my words into action. I winced at
every gasp of pain, but after a while she nodded to me and I
dropped the ice and prepared to remove the clamps. I slipped
the clamps off, dropped them, and had ice in my hands and
pressed to her breasts before she had time to react. Then
the pain registered as the blood flowed back. She screamed
and sagged into my arms as she fainted. Being careful to
avoid unnecessary contact with her swollen nipples I lifted
her as gently as I could onto the bed and the reapplied the
ice. My tears dripped onto her chest, but I had no hands
free to stem them so I continued to let them fall.
Eventually she came around. Being careful not to disturb my
hands on her breasts, she wiped my tears from my cheeks. I
sobbed gently as I didn't want to disturb my hands. She
pulled my face towards her and she kissed me fiercely.

"Please don't beat yourself up about it, Master. You made a
mistake. Mistakes happen. I'm not dead, nor seriously hurt.
Just don't do it again! Master."

"When I took your mother, what were you thinking? Was that
another mistake?"

"I don't think so Master!"

"You didn't look very happy about it."

"I was jealous, Master."

"Jealous?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why?"

"I wanted you to do it to me again, Master."

I smiled at her speculatively. "How are your nipples now?"

"They are throbbing Master, but I think they will be okay in
a few hours, Master."

"So if I were to order you to stand up and bend over you
wouldn't mind too much?"

"No, Master."

"Stand up, Slave and bend over..."

The next morning I awoke to the strangest feeling. I stirred
and realised that I was being suckled again. Lifting the
bedclothes, I could see Serena lying with her head on my
legs and my penis in her mouth. She seemed to be asleep.
There were worse ways to wake up I supposed. I needed to get
up though, as I had a full bladder. Reaching down I stroked
Serena's face until her eyes opened.

"That's enough for now. I need to go to the toilet."

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Now there's a really dirty thought, but I'm not doing it so
you can just put it out of your mind."

"Mmmmmmm."

"No!"

I pulled her off me and lifted her face to mine. "I admit, I
find the idea intriguing, but not today. You understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Now I really have to go." 

Hydraulic pressure meant that I practically teleported
myself into the en-suite bathroom. I sighed the contented
sigh of a man who has held off peeing for just that little
bit too long.

"Master, you've left the tap running ... oh."

Serena was standing in the doorway and she smiled a Mona
Lisa smile as I turned to respond to her. As I did so the
stream weakened and stopped. Before I could do anything
else, Serena was kneeling by my side and was cleaning me off
by the simple expedient of sucking on me. I hadn't quite
finished though and her attentions caused a further couple
of spurts of pee. She didn't seem to mind and swallowed it
without complaint. I shrugged mentally; whatever turns you
on I suppose.

"Okay I'm clean down there, but what about the rest of me?"
She looked at me with a question in her eyes. "Start the
shower, Slave. And be quick about it!" I'd always wanted to
say 'be quick about it' so I said it with relish. Serena
must have thought I was serious because she dashed to the
shower and turned it on, frantically adjusting it to the
temperature that I liked.

"Wash me."

She used her breasts as a washcloth, a process that I always
enjoyed. I interrupted the process to check that her nipples
were fully recovered. My inspection brought a few moans and
by the time I'd finished she was flushed and panting.

"Please Master?"

"Finish washing me." 

Serena pouted and looked disappointed, but continued to wash
me. When she had finished washing me, I spent some time
making sure that she was clean too. Mostly, I was just
enjoying being able to explore her body without any pressure
to perform. Eventually I decided that it was time to get
dried. I ordered Serena to dry her Master and when she had
finished I left her to finish her toilet.

I sat in an armchair, overstuffed of course. Did Jack own
any other sort? I wondered - and waited for Serena, my
slave, to leave the bathroom. The rest of the weekend
stretched before me. My mind was a blank. What sorts of
things should I be doing? Serena was right, being a Master
(or Mistress) was hard work. Serena appeared before me and
knelt between my legs. Once more she engulfed my sex and
suckled gently. I sighed; I could definitely get used to
this!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Salome entered the room. She smiled at the sight before her.

"Good morning Salome."

"Good morning Master David."

I waited, something was niggling me and then I realised what
it was. "Salome, does your Master excuse you from his
standing orders?"

"I don't think so Master David." She looked confused. "There
are many sets of standing orders, Master. Which ones did you
have in mind Master David?"

I answered with a question. "What should your resting
posture be in the presence of the Master or his guests?"

A sharply indrawn breath was an indication that I'd
remembered correctly; that and the fact that Salome knelt
swiftly before me in a variant of the resting posture. I
took the time to admire the way that her breasts were
enhanced by the posture. She blushed under my scrutiny. My
gaze fell from her breasts and roamed past her waist and...

"Salome!" She looked at me, startled by my raised voice.
"That's not quite the posture you should be adopting, now is
it?" Her eyes flashed at my condescending tone of voice.

"No, Master."

"No, Master. Well don't just agree with me! Correct your
posture!"

Reluctantly she spread her knees.

"Wider!" Startled, she adopted the correct posture and I
took my time to admire her sex. I marvelled again at the
similarities between her and her daughter. Finally my stare
returned to her face, which was blushing furiously.

"Now was there anything specific, Salome, or where you just
reporting as ordered yesterday?"

"Master David, I just came to say that breakfast was served,
though the kitchen staff are available throughout the day if
you choose not to eat at the usual mealtimes."

"Thank you. Stay there while I get ready and then all three
of us will go to breakfast."

I stopped Serena and placed her in position facing her
mother. In a fit of devilment I retrieved the nipple clamps
from last night and placed one on each the two slaves.

"You may talk quietly whilst I shave and get dressed."

I left the nipple clamps in place until we had once again
returned to the punishment room. I could see Serena looking
slightly puzzled. Her conduct so far today had been
exemplary. Salome seemed resigned to her fate though. A
quickly indrawn breath was the only reaction to the removal
of the clamps. I was pleased to see that Salome had adopted
the correct posture this time. If anything, her legs were
spread even wider than usual. I smiled to myself; it wasn't
going to save her. I spoke to Salome.

"I can see that your daughter is a little confused as to why
we are here, Salome. Would you care to enlighten her?"

"Yes, Master David. I did not adopt the correct posture in
your presence Master David."

"Very good, Salome." She flushed at the deliberately
patronising tone that I had adopted. "Perhaps you would like
to inform us of the usual punishment for such disrespect to
a visiting Master?"

"Master David, this Slave would not presume to suggest a
punishment. Master David."

I thought about this and I could see that she was trying to
be absolutely punctilious so I put her out of her misery.
"Since it was a fairly minor infraction, I think a three
minute warm-up spanking followed by five strokes with the
light strap." I could see her relax slightly. "However since
you were trying to hide your sex from me, I think all the
strokes should fall on that which you were trying to hide."
A slight gasp betrayed her as she finally worked out my
convoluted pronouncement. I was watching Serena closely and
I could see a smirk cross her features. Had I not been
looking for such a reaction I would have missed it. I
resolved to find out what the pantomime this morning was all
about; however, first I had to administer some corporal
punishment to my future mother-in-law!

Once Salome was across my lap, I took the opportunity to
fondle her a little; ostensibly to gauge the springiness of
her bottom. With her toes turned inward, it was almost
inevitable that my fingers should slip between her legs.
When they did, I discovered a veritable cauldron of heat and
wetness. I filed this fact away for later processing. I
spoke the words that began the ritual.

"You may proceed."

"Master David, may I have my warm-up spanking?"

I looked at Serena. "Tell me when the three minutes are up
Slave."

And then I began. Since I wasn't doing the timing, I was
able to concentrate more fully on ensuring that Salome
received a thorough warm-up. It was only as I was starting
on the final phase of the spanking that it occurred to me I
was warming up the wrong part of her. I mentally shrugged my
shoulders and increased the pace and the force of my
spanking, trying to compensate for the fact that her bottom
would not be receiving any further strokes after this. I
felt Salome relax and her tears began in earnest as the
final seconds of the spanking ticked away. I stopped as soon
as Serena informed me.

"Three minutes, Master."

I waited a short while as Salome brought herself under
control. Then I bade her stand up and we moved to the padded
spanking bench. She cried out as her buttocks contacted the
leather of the bench for the first time, but I allowed her
no respite as I forced her to lay back and started to strap
her in. In a minute or two she was strapped to the bench
with her legs wide apart. Had I been worried if she was
enjoying this, then the wetness of her sex would have
allayed my fears somewhat. Wondering where the ideas came
from, I turned to Serena.

"It appears that the little slut is dripping, please clean
it off. Take off her clit ring while you're at it."

I watched enthralled as Serena took off her mother's ring
and then licked at her juices. Salome moaned almost
continuously, but I was cruel and refused to allow Serena to
make her cum. Finally I pronounced myself satisfied with
Serena's cleanup. I beckoned her over and kissed her deeply.
Serena moaned into my mouth as she realised that I was
making a point of tasting her mother's juices on her lips
and face. I forced myself to stop before I got sidetracked
and selected an appropriate-looking strap from the draw.

"You may continue, Slave."

"Please continue with five strokes of the strap to my pussy,
Master David."

Now that it came to it I was unsure how to proceed. This had
seemed a great idea at breakfast. With Salome strapped down
waiting for her first stroke, I began to have my doubts. I
looked up at Serena. To my surprise, she smiled broadly and
winked at me. I looked down at Salome and this time I could
see the flush of arousal spreading across her breasts. I
could see that I had been engineered into this - or at least
something like this - so who was I to argue. I cocked my
wrist and sent the strap flicking towards its target.

Crackkk! The lighter strap made less noise. I could see a
faint red mark just starting to appear. Salome seemed
unaffected. I waited for her to acknowledge the stroke and
realised that she was waiting for me to redo the stroke.
This time I raised my arm and put twice as much force into
it.

CRACCKK! Salome gasped and a much more livid mark appeared.

"Thank you, Master David. That was one stroke, may I please
have my second?"

Things continued in this way until the fourth stroke; when
much to my amazement, Salome just shook and shivered and
grunted and groaned. At first I thought she was having some
sort of seizure and I started forward intent on unstrapping
her from the bench. Serena coughed; I looked up and she
shook her head. Then my mind caught up with my body and I
blushed as I realised that Salome was cumming. I waited as
she finished.

"I didn't hear an acknowledgement of the last stroke so I
think I'll just repeat it."

The final two strokes went off without any further
unscheduled orgasms and I sat while Serena undid the straps
holding her mother to the bench. I told them that they could
talk if they wished. Serena was first in, predictably.

"Mother, you are such a slut! And you had the nerve to
complain about me!" This was delivered with a broad grin.
She parodied her mother's comment from a few weeks ago, "'I
can see we are going to have to think of some other
punishment if you are going to get this turned on.' At least
I had the decency not to cum while you were strapping me."

"But Master David did it so nicely. Master doesn't like
doing it so I only get the occasional strapping from your
Dad and then only when he's feeling especially masterful
himself - which isn't that often. Do you think, after you're
married you can persuade our Masters to trade off
occasionally?"

"Mother! You're shameless."

"But you love me anyway."

"Don't I get any say in this?" I thought it was time to
interject a note of reason into the proceedings.

"No!" They chorused adding, "Master" after suitably pregnant
pause. After which they collapsed giggling into each other's
arms.

"So how much of that was planned?"

The two of them looked at each other guiltily. "And who's
idea was it?"

"Mine, Master David."

"Mine, Master."

The two answers weren't quite synchronised.

"Okay Spartacus, I think I'll let it slide for now. Just
don't do it again or I may have to really punish you."

"Mmmm! Yes please Master David."

"Mother!"

"I meant by tying you both into a frame, facing one-another
and then leaving you gagged for a few hours!" The two of
them gaped at each other. "Now that's what I call a real
torture -- mother and daughter in the same room for hours
but unable to talk? Hell on Earth, wouldn't you say?" I
couldn't help myself I laughed out loud at the horrified
expressions on their faces.

"Master, that's awful. You wouldn't really would you
Master?"

"Don't count on it, my darling Slave. Talking of
punishments, I don't remember rescinding my standing order
to you." Serena gasped, knelt quickly and within seconds my
erection was nestled between her beautiful lips. I sighed in
contentment having a Slave looked like it was going to be
fun as well.

Our trip home was an enormous change for Serena. For the
first time since she was sixteen, she was clothed and seated
in the limousine. She tried to protest, saying that a Slave
should be naked for her Master. It was almost an argument. I
realised that submissive didn't necessarily mean
subservient. Finally I cut off the debate by saying that it
was my decision and that was it. A little later I explained
that I wanted to distance her from Jack's mastership of her.
She seemed to accept this but I could see further arguments
in the future. And I thought owning a Slave was going to be
easy! One forgets that roses have thorns and a 'bed of
roses' isn't as comfortable as it's supposed to be. Oh well
things would work out.

Home once more. Serena wanted to undress, I said no and we
compromised. Now she was wearing a loincloth made from a
silk scarf folded and hung from a thin leather belt.
Originally it had been two scarves, one at the front and one
at the back, but I'd felt the urge to spank her and hadn't
put the rear scarf back. Paradoxically she'd pouted at this.
Women! Would I ever understand them?

The date of our wedding seemed to approach with breakneck
speed. Serena openly wore my engagement ring now and she had
delighted in the congratulations of her peers. For some
reason my role as Serena's Master had given me a newfound
confidence around all women and I found myself the object of
endless flirting conversations with the rest of the female
office staff. None of them could hold a candle to Serena
however. I wondered what the rest of the office would think
about the true nature of our relationship.

I'd modified her standing orders almost from the first. As
much as I liked seeing her naked, I'd long felt that it
risked making her nudity common place and so her indoor
uniform now consisted of a halter-necked top and a short
skirt. Then to be perverse, I insisted that she could only
use the furniture if she were clothed, but that on sitting
she would have to raise her skirt so that she always sat on
her bare bottom. If she were naked for whatever reason, then
she couldn't use the furniture. I considered making the rule
about lifting her skirt universal, but I decided to leave
that for a future occasion. Since I loved talking with
Serena and having her suckling my cock at all times made
conversations a little bit one-sided, I restricted this
activity to times when I wanted peace and quiet, such as
when there was a television programme I wanted to watch.

An intense weekend session with Serena and her mother
convinced both of them that I was ready to start my life
with Serena as her husband and Master. And so the die was
cast, the course set, and the final nail was placed in my
coffin ... no sorry I didn't mean that last metaphor. I was
ecstatic that tomorrow I was marrying the love of my life.

-Continued-

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