Between Two Masters by Steve Maser
Author of 2012 NLA Award Nominee EVE: Portrait of a Submissive
Julie’s Master, Alex, is in trouble—his small ecommerce business is failing. In desperation, he turns to wealthy investor and fellow kinkster Thomas Blaine, who agrees to extend a lifesaving loan on condition Alex puts up his slave as collateral. Out of loyalty to her Master, Julie agrees to live with Blaine as his slave for six months until the loan is repaid. The change proves a difficult one for Julie. In contrast to the easygoing Alex, Blaine is a harsh and demanding Master with an elaborate set of rules, which he doesn’t hesitate to enforce by means of his favorite instrument, the cane. Humiliating rituals and rough anal sex add to her travails. But gradually she adjusts to his ways and through his extreme dominance comes to experience a deeper, more profound level of submission than she had ever known before. Yet she also misses the intimacy and easy give-and-take of her relationship with Alex.
Julie’s horizons are further expanded when she is introduced to Blaine’s sculptor friend Slater and his beautiful slave Nicole, a self-styled bondage and pain slut who is also bisexual. Nicole is a fascinating young woman who grew up in Europe and is a talented painter. The two become fast friends, later participating together with another girl in an extreme BDSM/sex orgy.
But as the end of Julie’s six-month term approaches, she finds herself in a quandary. Blaine's charisma and glamorous lifestyle have come to exercise a powerful hold over her, yet she wonders if she can accept living permanently in a relationship of such radical inequality and extreme submission. Nor can she forget the old ties of affection and loyalty binding her to Alex. Looming above everything is the question of the loan—will Alex be able to repay it and how that will impact her decision? Indeed, will the decision even be hers to make? Or will it be the two Masters together who ultimately decide her fate?
Features male domination, spanking, caning, figging, bondage, humiliation, anal, oral and vaginal sex, m/f and f/f.
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“Now that you’ve heard the rules I’m going to give you a practical demonstration of the consequences of violating them. I’m going to cane you. Since this is only a demonstration I’ll limit it to six strokes. You will count each stroke.”
It may have been merely a demonstration to him but it sure felt like a punishment to her. Whether it was the type of the cane or the force he used, it hurt a lot worse than either of the canings she had received from Alex.
“Of course, if I have to punish you it’ll be more.”
Point taken. She heard him put the cane down on his desk. She felt something penetrate her asshole. It was his fingers applying lubricant. Having this man who was still very much a stranger touch her in this intimate way intensified her feeling of humiliation. He took his sweet time with it too. She should have been grateful for that, for the preparation, but all she could think of was that she wanted it to be over. His finger went in and out as he applied fresh lubricant. Then he stopped doing it. She held her breath. Seconds passed during which nothing happened. Then she felt a soft fleshy thing touch her anus—it was the soft tip of his penis. It grew bigger and harder as he slowly penetrated her. Despite all the lubricant it was still painful. She had forgotten just how large he was. He penetrated her until she could feel his pubic hair grazing her cheeks. She emitted an involuntary cry of pain. He put his hands on her back and said “Relax.” This attempt at comfort had little effect. A feeling of terror gripped her. The sheer size of his cock seemed to rend her apart. She genuinely feared he might injure her. Her eyes filled with tears. She waited helplessly for him to satisfy himself. She began to lose her sense of time. She may have passed out briefly. When he finally withdrew she was shaking all over.
He unfastened the leash and told her to get up. Her legs felt wobbly. He again tugged on the leash and she followed him to a small room at the back of the house. It was sparsely furnished with a bed, chest of drawers, chair, end table and lamp. Her suitcases had been placed atop the bed. On top of one of them were some papers.
He took off the leash. He said, “There’s a bathroom next door. You should be up and ready by eight tomorrow. There’s an alarm clock by the bed. I’ll come and get you. Now unpack your things and go to bed. Good night.”
She made a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. Sitting on the toilet seat she felt a twinge of pain from the brief caning. Back in her room she picked up the papers on the suitcase. It consisted of several typewritten pages stapled together under the heading “Slave Rules.” She put it aside and hurried to unpack, hanging up her coats and blouses and few dresses in the closet along with her shoes. She put her skirts and pants and stockings in the drawers. She had brought no underwear for she wasn’t permitted to wear them.
She turned out the light. She lay down on the bed on her stomach. She was in a state of shock. Both her ass and her asshole ached. The caning was bad, but the anal fucking was much, much worse. It was true what he said, that she didn’t like anal sex. It was Alex who had introduced her to it. The first time occurred very early in their relationship. She had acceded to his wish with considerable reluctance. But she was in love with him and wanted to please him. And he handled her with great tenderness. She still found it painful yet didn’t force him to withdraw but allowed him to proceed to climax.
The next time was more than a year later, shortly after her “collaring.” They had gone out for the evening. On the way home he gave her some instructions. Upon returning to the apartment she went into the bedroom. The first thing she did was to strip naked and put on her collar. That much was standard operating procedure. Then she pulled the covers off the bed. She took a large throw cushion from the closet, placed it in the middle of the bed and lay down, her hips propped up by the cushion. Then she waited. She heard noises in the kitchen; maybe he was fixing himself a snack. No doubt he also wanted to make her wait. She assumed he was going to spank her with his belt as he usually did when he had her assume this position, and she loved the waiting and sense of anticipation.
But when he finally came into the bedroom, instead of spanking her he sat down beside her and told her he was going to fuck her in the ass. He said he knew she hadn’t liked it the other time but he believed she would get used to it in time. The key was to relax. “Yes, sir,” she said. He began applying lubricant to her asshole, working slowly and lovingly. He spent quite a long time doing it, even longer than Blaine did tonight. Next he straddled her and massaged her back and shoulders. It was one of the things he liked to do and he was very good at it. Only then did he penetrate her, entering and moving very slowly. When it was over he said, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” and she replied, “No, sir. It wasn’t so bad.”
Really, he couldn’t have been kinder or more considerate. It didn’t bother her that he had told her they would be having anal sex rather than asking her. Wasn’t that part of what it meant to be a slave? Unlike Blaine, Alex never set out a bunch of formal rules. A lot was assumed. They both had formed their ideas of the subject from reading on the internet. For example, it was a given that he could tell her what to do and that she had to obey him, although it was equally well understood that he would exercise his power with due consideration for her feelings and refrain from demanding anything unreasonable. Another of the givens was that she always be ready to satisfy him sexually at a time and manner of his choosing. When he wished to fuck her in the usual way it was her job to spread her legs, assuming whatever position pleased him at the time. If he demanded a blow job then willy-nilly she would end up on her knees with his cock in her mouth. So how could she refuse to perform anal sex, the practice of which had become so common even in vanilla circles? And why should Alex have to deprive himself of what was for him a genuine pleasure, when he gave her so much pleasure in return?
Even so, and notwithstanding her “not so bad” comment, it was still painful, and Alex must have realized it, for as they lay cuddling in bed afterwards he told her they would only be doing it now and then. That turned out to be about twice a month. Though she never really enjoyed it she came to regard it as her gift to him and even liked the fact that he had imposed it on her, as it reinforced her feelings of submissiveness.