XIII
I awoke near sunrise, with Minx still curled up against my back. It was
a feeling I had not experienced in years. When you have lived alone for many
years without the comfort of a partner, even being touched has a special
meaning.
She stirred slightly and snuggled in closer to me. I closed my eyes and
returned to sleep, thinking of the luck that had brought her to me.
When I awoke the next time, she was no longer in bed with me, and my
hands had been untied. I quickly got up and went into the kitchen to make her
breakfast.
I found a note taped to the stove.
"Slave. I will be out today and will return this evening. You will
prepare a meal for me to be served at 7:30. You will be checked at noon by one
of the other Mistresses. Be prepared to serve her as she desires. M."
I looked at the clock. It was almost noon. I hurried through my chores
and made the bed with fresh sheets. I had just finished putting the clothes in
the laundry basket when the door was unlocked and opened.
A short black woman entered the room. She was dressed in leather pants
and a white silk top. Her boots clicked on the hardwood of the floor as she
walked towards me holding a short crop.
I dropped to my knees and lowered my head in respect.
"Well," she said in a musical voice," at least you know how to show
respect for your betters. I was sent to check on you by Mistress Minx. I am
Master Melody, and you will serve me today. Do you understand?"
Keeping my head down I answered, "Yes Mistress"
She swung the crop across my back, leaving a searing pain behind.
"You will address me as Master, slave."
"Yes Master."
Another swing of the crop, this time the other way.
"Master Melody SIR!" she barked.
"Yes Master Melody SIR!" I repeated.
She walked away a few paces and turned back to me.
"Well boy, keep up with me. Heel!" she ordered.
I scrambled to her side on all fours, and followed, being careful to
match her pace. She led me around the room a few times then indicated I should
follow her out the door into the passageway.
The passageway floor was a mosaic of stone that made it difficult to
stay in step without cutting my hands and knees. She led me to another door and
through it.
The room was well decorated with African paintings and carvings. There
was a low bed in one corner with ornate woodcarvings decorating the frame. Next
to it was a short table and a stool.
"Get on the bed, boy!" was her next order.
I lay down on the bed as directed and waited.
She sat down on the stool and open a drawer inset into the table. From
it she took a cock ring, a package of cigarettes and a cigarette holder.
"Play with yourself boy, and when you're hard, put the cock ring on."
I did as I was told, although getting an erection under her steady gaze
was difficult at best. When I was aroused enough to suit her I put the cock ring
on and waited.
"Put your arms over your head and keep them there. If you move them I'll
have to punish you. And I'd enjoy that, but you wouldn't." she directed.
I raised my arms exposing my armpits and chest for her.
"Hmmm, not much hair on that chest, but more than enough for my purposes
elsewhere." she commented.
She placed a cigarette in the holder and lit it. Taking a puff, she
removed the holder from her mouth and moved the glowing tip of the cigarette
towards me. I held as still as I could. She moved it closer to my chest and then
placing the hot tip on my few chest hairs she burned them off.
The hair sizzled from the heat. I held my breath trying to avoid the
same sort of sizzle from my bare flesh.
She withdrew the holder and took another puff of smoke, heating it up
again. Slowly she moved it towards my armpits. I could see the hot ash moving
towards me. It moved out of my sight and I felt the heat as more hair was singed
from my body. I started quivering from the fear.
"Making you nervous boy? I'm very good at this. In fact, I do all of the
brandings here. Perhaps I should suggest to your Mistress that you be branded."
she teased.
Another puff, and the process was repeated on the other side.
Then she moved towards my cock and balls. My erection tried to collapse,
but the ring held it firm.
"Don't move boy, or I might do some damage that would annoy your
Mistress. And you can be sure that I'd blame you for it!"
She moved the point of flame towards my balls. I could feel the heat
radiating from it. I could see the intent look on her face as she moved it
closer to my cock. I felt a slight stinging as she singed the hair regrowing
around the base of it.
"Tell me what you'd do to keep me from putting it on your cock? I'd love
to touch it to the tip of your dick. Convince me not to." she suggested.
"Please," I begged. "I'd do anything you wanted. I'd lick your boots,
kiss your feet. Worship your ass."
"You'd like that too much. I'll bet you would even eat my shit if I
wanted you to. Wouldn't YOU!" she demanded.
"Yes I'd eat your shit", I groveled. "Please don't burn me Master Melody
SIR!"
"Well I don't have any shit right now, but the day will come when I do
and you'll eat it right from my asshole. You'll be my little shit eater. My
little honky toilet. Yes, I will do that to you the next time Mistress Minx lets
me borrow you. But for now, I think I'd like you to suck my hard black dick."
She ordered me to kneel in front of the stool. Removing a black dildo
from the drawer, she placed it between her legs. Lighting another cigarette, she
forced my mouth over the hard rubber.
"Suck my dick!"
I sucked on it and licked it as she smoked. I took it down my throat as
I had the night before. I tried to be a slut for Master Melody. She just watched
my pathetic efforts to behave as a whore, and smoked silently.
When she finished she pulled my head away from the dildo.
"You are useless as a cocksucker. You'd better improve before we turn
you out. The first client you give that a blowjob to that badly will kick your
ass. Then your Mistress will kick it again when you come back without any money.
You are going to be a whore for us boy. Remember that."
She slapped my still erect cock with her hand.
"You keep that cock ring on until your Mistress removes it. Now follow
me!"
The return trip was worse with my aching erection slapping on the rock
of the floor every tow or three feet.
Master Melody led me back to Minx's room ordered me inside and locked
the door behind me.
I was left with an aching cock, scraped knees, and a sense of foreboding
for my next encounter with Master Melody.
