Bought and Trained (23 page)

Always Rose could see a few spectators, and notable among them was David himself.

The lessons that Master Leo had begun with her, in multiple orgasm, Miss Abigail had
brought to a high state of readiness for this sort of activity. Rose came under the
cocks, and the fingers, and the toys, over and over and over. Every time she did,
David seemed to be there next to her, saying, “Good girl. Good girl. Come for Master.”
More than once, the person playing with Hannah would try to synchronize Hannah’s own
climax with Rose’s. Often Rose felt like hearing Hannah come made her own orgasm even
more intense, and it seemed to be the same way for Hannah, because when they had simultaneous
climaxes, those climaxes always seemed to be so loud that they heard laughter at the
sounds from the guests on the patio.

After what seemed like an endless time of that, Rose heard Grace say, “Alright, let’s
give the girls a rest.” Tied as she was, facing away from the party, Rose couldn’t
tell what was going on, but Hannah brought her little stool close and sat upon it
and talked to Rose.

“Most of them are naked now,” Hannah whispered, with a giggle. “Some of them are having
grown-up time with each other.”

“What’s Uncle Peter doing?” asked Rose.

“He’s in his underwear,” Hannah replied. “He’s sitting off to the side with another
man, who’s naked, and it looks like they’re talking business.”

“He looked at me like he wanted to eat me, while they were doing the cake,” Rose said.

“I think he said something when he was over here about having you come over for special
time, like I did.”

“Would Master send me, do you think?” asked Rose. She shivered. “I’m not sure I could
do that.”

“I don’t think Master would make you do
that
. He’s so nice, isn’t he?”

Rose sighed. “Yes,” she said. “It’s so strange. He beats me nearly every day for no
reason, but I love him more than I ever loved my ex-husband.”

“What do you think your ex-husband would have done if you had told him that you wanted
him to beat you?” asked Hannah, curiously.

Rose felt her brow furrow. “You remember I told you about that movie I saw, and the
conversation I had with my friend Joanne?”

Hannah nodded.

“Well, after that, I tried to hint at it to Joe over and over. But the one time I
actually came out and said I think I deserve a spanking, he said ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’”

“Oh,” Hannah said.

“So I never said anything like, ‘If you don’t beat me I’m going to leave you,’ but
even though we never talked about it, by the time he left it was completely clear
that he was not a dominant and didn’t ever want to try to be one.”

“And now you’ve got Master.”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said, really just because she wanted to say the word, and think
about David. “But… I don’t think I’m in love with Master. And that’s funny, because
I was so sure I was in love with Joe.”

“Maybe you were,” Hannah said, “but being in love isn’t as strong as loving your master.”

“He just makes me feel… I don’t know… whole… safe… loved… and maybe just content to
be who I am. This fantasy that I never let myself really have… I mean, I played with
myself thinking about it all the time, but when I thought about it in real life, I
said no, never… to be a good, strong man’s possession. Then Master Leo came, and all
of a sudden I just was. It’s like being abducted was the best thing that ever happened
to me.”

That was when another of the visions came. Rose saw Joanne Goshen’s face, watched
her mouth move, and make the words, “You won’t remember that you said Yes.”

“Rose,” Hannah was saying, “what’s wrong?”

“Um… nothing,” Rose replied. “Just daydreaming for a second.”

* * *

After all the guests had departed, David and Grace came to get Rose and Hannah. Before
they released them, Grace sat in the big chair, with Hannah on her lap, and watched
while David took Rose in her ass. Then David took Rose back to his bedroom, and Grace
took Hannah back to hers. As Rose fell asleep in David’s arms, still in her garter
belt and stockings, strange dreams surrounding those visions seemed to play in her
head. David gave Rose to Uncle Peter, saying, “She doesn’t remember that she said
Yes.” Miss Abigail, wearing an enormous strap-on, came toward her, saying, “You agreed
to be penetrated in your bottom. Now get that backside nice and high for me.” Grace
sat in the big chair, with her knees wide spread, and said to Rose, “Don’t you remember
that you asked for this? Now come be a good girl for me.”

Peter came by the next morning to plan the night he had asked David about, at the
party. David had been very amenable, so when Peter came down to the Handelsons’ beach,
David called Rose in from the water where she and Hannah had been splashing, so she
could hear about her duties the next night.

“Now, tonight, Rose,” David told her as she stood before his lounge chair, “the Millers
are coming to meet you and Hannah, as I told you yesterday. But Peter here was wondering
last night at the party if I might like to share your ass with him tomorrow night,
and I said I thought it was a great idea.”

David watched the look of horror that spread across Rose’s pretty face, and felt himself
get very hard as he saw it “What, Master? I… thought…”

“You heard me, Rose. Do I need to have you fetch your paddle and get over Peter’s
knee right now?”

“No, Master.”

“So we’ll go over to Peter’s house for dinner, just you and I, tomorrow night, and
after dinner Peter will take you in your bottom, while I watch, and hold your hands.”
David turned to Peter. “She’s still really tight, but don’t use too much lube, okay?
I want her to feel like she’s getting it hard.”

“Sounds good to me,” Peter said.

“Master…” Rose said, the fear in her voice dominant, he thought, but not completely
covering over the arousal.

“Are we going to have a problem, Rose?” David asked.

“No, Master,” Rose replied, but uncertainly.

“Then run along back into the water and play.”

* * *

David knew it was going to be hard for Rose; much harder than having the Millers over—and
much harder than it had been for Hannah to go over to Peter’s the previous week for
her punishment. Rose was precious to David for the way that such things were hard;
she was exactly the concubine he had always wanted precisely because he had to make
her submit to having her ass enjoyed by a friend of the family, over his dining room
table after dinner: because of the way he knew her heart was quailing now, thinking
about how it would feel to have her master hold her hands while he watched Peter’s
cock moving in her backside.

All that day David was hard, thinking about watching Peter having Rose’s ass. Of course,
since David and Grace had taken possession of Rose and Hannah, it seemed hardness
was his constant state—something David didn’t mind a bit, knowing that when he wanted
to he could summon Rose or Hannah or both of them, and have them precisely as he wished.

In the morning, Rose had emerged from her bedroom in a skimpy black bikini bottom
with knots on her hips: the one David had put out for her, thinking about the way
he would untie those knots later. He, her owner, had chosen that wicked bathing suit,
which modest Rose Hutchison would never have worn before her breaking, but which at
David’s command Rose wore with nothing else save the silver collar with his initials
hanging from it, all day.

In the early afternoon, when the sun was high, he told Rose to go to her room and
to wait for him, bottom up over the cushions that were kept next to her bed for the
purpose. When David emerged from Rose’s room a half-hour later, he turned to look
back, and had a delicious, shameful glimpse of his Rose, bottom still raised over
the cushion, left upon her bed after serving her master. Just as he knew he would
see and longed to see, the little black bikini bottom, untied at the left side, hung
now upon Rose’s right knee where he, her master, had carelessly left the tiny garment
when he had unclad Rose’s bottom to enjoy himself there.

When she had emerged, and they were all by the pool in the blazing sun of the afternoon,
and Rose’s beautiful little breasts seemed to cry out for him to touch them, and his
hard cock strained against his own bathing suit, it was his right to call her over,
and rub sunscreen into those beautiful pert peaches. It was his right, too, to have
Rose bend over, and to rub precautionary sunscreen into the apples of her bottom,
too.

That night, as they had informed the girls, John and Carol Miller, with whom David
and Grace had grown up on Long Island, came to dinner. Rose was naked except for a
little apron (because John had a maid thing) and Hannah was in virginal white lace
(because Carol loved Victorian play).

After dinner, over cognac in the living room, David said to John, “My girl Rose is
a good lay, and she gives good head.”

Grace had taken Carol and Hannah off to the patio, and they were playing in the pool
like schoolgirls. No bathing suits were being worn.

David turned to Rose. “Rose, come over here, and let my friend get his hands on you.”

“Yes, Master,” said Rose, in that lovely soprano touched just the tiniest bit by a
twang from her Wisconsin upbringing.

In fact, John Miller had been slipping his hand up under Rose’s apron all evening,
stroking her lovely little bottom cheeks, and tweaking the little cherries of her
nipples to make her shriek and giggle.

Now David had Rose get over the ottoman, with her naked backside presented to John.
David looked at Rose’s face: her eyes were downcast and a blush suffused all her features.
David stood to one side, bent over, and put his hand on Rose’s bottom. He stroked
the lovely, pert cheeks that belonged to him.

“You know, John,” David said, “about me and a pretty little ass like this one.”

John Miller laughed. “And you know I’m the same way, David—that’s why we’re such good
friends.”

“Well,” David said, “tomorrow I’m bringing it over to Peter’s for him to try out.”

John chuckled and shook his head. “That guy has all the luck. I heard he had a great
time spanking your Hannah, too.”

“Rose,” David said, “John’s going to take you into your room, and I want you to give
him a nice blowjob.”

Rose’s face betrayed apprehension as she said, “Yes, Master,” in a nervous voice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” John said, “you’re so pretty that I’m just about ready
to come already.”

“You’ll swallow, Rose, understood?” David said.

“Yes, Master,” she said, and John led her away.

Listening to the sounds coming from Rose’s room, as he sat drinking cognac in his
enormous living room overlooking Orient Bay where the boats were prettily lit as they
rode at night anchor, David sighed in a kind of pleasurable disbelief at the blessings
life had brought him. An extraordinary wife with whom he had a lifelong bond that
he could hardly imagine any other man in history had enjoyed with his spouse. The
means to live exactly as he pleased—and to acquire two beautiful creatures to be part
of their family, who, it was clear, already loved David and Grace just as David and
Grace loved them.

He heard John say, “Take it now, sweetheart,” and then the rhythmic wet sounds of
Rose complying, and then John groaning, “Oh, Rose, sweetheart, you’re so… you’re so
good, baby, oh, God…”

David smiled. Sharing Rose seemed to make him harder even than having her himself,
sometimes. And the most extraordinary part—the part that he’d read about in the Institute’s
materials, but which hadn’t made a great deal of sense until he had actually had Rose
in his possession—was that Rose’s need to be forced, to be made to suck David’s old
friend’s cock, to be spanked until she got her bottom up as high as David wanted,
made this new life of theirs, all together, a kind of fulfillment that had seemed
impossible. The four of them, together, all living out the erotic identities they
had thought they could never live out, playing with each other, using each other,
loving each other.

* * *

When the Millers had left, David and Grace and Rose and Hannah were all in the master
bedroom, which had a super king-sized bed that could fit them all. Hannah was very
tired after what Grace and Carol had asked of her, by the side of the pool, but it
was so nice to be all together in bed that she didn’t want to go to sleep and have
the day end.

Master had Rose lie on her back on the high bed that came up to the middle of Master’s
thighs, with her bottom just at the edge and her legs dangling over, and then he told
Hannah to crouch over Rose’s face, turned toward the foot of the bed. Mistress sat
on the bed and held Hannah’s hand as she whimpered at the lovely feeling Rose’s tongue
and lips were producing, underneath the little white nightgown so that Rose’s face
was completely hidden. Master kissed Hannah, very gently and chastely, while he had
some sex time with Rose, spreading her legs around his own and putting his thing inside
her while Hannah watched him pump gently in and out of his concubine.

Mistress held Hannah’s hand tight, while she bounced up and down just a tiny bit,
loving the feeling of having Rose’s face underneath her little pussy. “Naughty girl,”
murmured Mistress, as Hannah found the top of the hill of her pleasure, with a little
cry.

After that, they lay together on the bed. Hannah watched David lift Rose’s left leg,
so that he could put the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then he put
his left hand gently around her throat, under her chin. Rose whimpered, and Hannah
whimpered in sympathy to see the terrible, lovely sight.

Now David was fucking Rose in slow, gentle strokes. Hannah felt Grace working her
hand up under Hannah’s white nightgown (she wore her nightgown every night, at her
mistress’ command) and pushing insistently between her thighs.