Confession

Nikki woke early. She knew it was early because the sun was barely peeking in through the curtains. It was that strange grey half light of dawn. She was in Mark’s bedroom. Ohh… the night before came flooding to her mind. The ropes. She reached down to feel her rib cage. It was smooth-- she was surprised, she almost expected to feel the indentations where the ropes had been tight across her skin. But it had rebounded completely.

She remembered Mark coming to get her at the end of the evening. The guests had gone into another room for the sit-down dinner and had returned to the room where the party had begun to have dessert and coffee. Nikki, Sunil, Tanuja, and Oliver were all still installed where they had been from the beginning of the evening. It must have been six hours they had been there. Finally the guests had all left. Mistress Valerie was buzzing around the room instructing the caterers and the staff.

Miss Valerie was happy. She told Mark and Susan and Tony that the slaves had been perfect. That they had provided quite the entertainment. She congratulated Tony and Susan on training the boys to shoot unaided. Said it had been a popular event and had made her proud. That they had made a good impression.

She also told Mark that Sylvie had teased Nikki. Told him about how she had brought Nikki right to the brink and left her there. Said that the guests had all gone into dinner leaving her like that.

Mark took one look at her. And she knew. Knew he knew. Knew that he could see written all over her face that she had not been frustrated all evening. Knew that he knew that she had gotten relief. And now he knew that she had not been satisfied by one of the guests. Therefore she wasn’t supposed to have been satisfied. He gave her a look, raised one eyebrow. It was a “we’ll be talking about this later” look.

The trainers had been all business like, undoing the ropes, lining up the slaves, marching them back to their quarters. Nikki had been exhausted. The ropes alone were exhausting – being mounted like that for that long. Staying still, completely immobile, straining against the ropes. And the state of sexual tension! That had added to her fatigue. Her muscles had been tense and straining for so many hours.

Mark had washed her face and brushed her teeth and made her drink a glass of water. Then he let her collapse onto the pallet. She remembered closing her eyes and she remembered him covering her with the blanket, but that was it. She must have fallen asleep immediately.

She stretched her legs now. Why was she up so early? Something must have woken her. She strained to see if Mark was still on the bed. He wasn’t. Well, that explained it, she must have heard him. Where was he?

She didn’t have much time to speculate. He was on her. He’d pulled her from the pallet. Hoisted her arms up over her head and attached them to a chain that always hung down from his ceiling at just the right height to attach to her cuffs. Then he dumped a bucket of cold water over her head. Well that woke her up! Shocking. With her hands attached this way, there was no way for her to protect herself, no way to get herself warm. She felt all her muscles tense against the cold. Felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. Felt her helplessness.

While she was still recovering from the shock, he started in on the questions.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Nikki stammered. “I... I…” Her brain didn’t seem to be functioning. The cold. The lack of sleep. The quick awakening. And fear. Fear of what might happen to her. But also to the girl who had taken pity on her.

“I know you didn’t stay there suffering on the edge of orgasm. I know what you look like when you’ve been satisfied. I know you came. And not just a little one in your head. Somebody helped you. Tell me.”

“Ohh, Sir…. Yes, Sir….”

“Don’t act so sleepy, girl. I let you have your rest first. And I made you cold and wet to make it harder for you to hide. You want me to warm you?”

Now there was a question with a clear answer. “Oh yes, Sir, please, Sir.” Nikki’s voice was strong and clear, though her teeth were chattering.

“Well then tell me what happened.”

Nikki took a deep breath. Tried to calm her shaking. Tried to focus.

“All the guests went into dinner, Sir. I had been left just as you described, on the edge of orgasm, suffering. It was terrible.” It came back to Nikki vividly, just how terrible it had been. “I could feel every inch of my skin. I knew my nipples were erect, my cunt wet, my hips were rocking as much as they could in those ropes. I could feel them digging into my labia, and rubbing against my asshole. But it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to take me up and over. I was stuck.” She was stalling. Adding detail, trying to postpone the moment when she had to tell him the real truth.

“Ok, ok, enough about that. I know what you are like in that state. I’ve seen you.” Mark seemed a bit impatient. “You are a desperate little creature when that happens, pathetic really.” He seemed to be remembering, his gaze a little distant. He looked back at Nikki, “But I want to know what happened next.”

Nikki felt desperate now. Panicked almost. She was remembering what had happened to Mike at the hotel. She didn’t want a repeat of that. Didn’t want to do that to another person. Felt guilty, already. She should have stopped it. Should have said “NO” and “DON’T” even if her mouth was full of basket. Should have calmed herself, resisted it, not allowed the orgasm to come.

“I want the truth. There may be consequences. But I need to know the truth. And I need to be able to trust you to tell me.”

Nikki took a deep breath. She was scared. She had felt so bad for Mike. “Sir, I was suffering. She just felt sorry for me, that’s all.”

“Who???” Mark roared. “I knew it. Damn it. Knew somebody had messed with her.” He was muttering under his breath. “Tell me, girl!” He was right up in Nikki’s face.

Nikki was cowering. She was really scared. Scared to tell and scared not to tell. She took another breath. It was better to be honest. “It was Nadia, Sir. Sylvie’s slave.”

Mark let out his breath in a sound, kind of a cross between a groan and a snort. A sound of exasperated disbelief. Like he had been waiting for a different answer. Nikki wasn’t sure if he was happy or unhappy, angry or relieved.

“Oh, Nikki!” Mark leaned over and got the big fluffy towel from the foot of the bed, wrapped her up in it. It felt so amazingly good, warm and dry after the cold water.

“Oh Nikki,” Mark was holding her close to him, her hands still bound. He was rocking her, murmuring her name, “Nikki, Nikki, Nikki, Nikki.”

“I’m so sorry, hun.” He was speaking softly in her ear. “I know that was hard. But it’s okay, really it’s going to be fine.”

He was warming her absently, his hands rubbing up and down her back, his bulk warm against her chest. Oh how it felt good. “It’s great actually. A really, really good sign.”

Nikki was confused. She had assumed, given Mark’s reaction, that nobody was supposed to take her. That she was supposed to be left in that state.

“I thought it was one of the staff, a caterer, or fucking security again.” Mark shook his head. “Heads were going to roll, let me tell you.” He grinned. “After that scene at the hotel, I’ve been hyper vigilant. I had kind of eased off, was trusting people. But now! Shit. I was thinking nobody was following the rules.”

“Let me emphasize to you, though. You are to give yourself to anybody, staff or slave or owner. You NEVER say no, you NEVER resist. It’s not for you to worry about the consequences. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You need to trust that they know what they are doing. You get that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you need to obey anybody and everybody. You are a slave – and a new one at that. The lowest of the low. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” There was something comforting in being the lowest of the low. Not having to worry at all. To just follow any and all instructions, blindly. Liberating, in a way.

“Now I want to hear the rest of it. Exactly what Nadia did, when, how, and how you felt.” Mark led her over to the bed, and gently lowered her into its soft depths. She sunk into it and he lay next to her. “Take your time, I want to enjoy this.” Mark moved his left hand around Nikki, holding her to him, his right hand down to his crotch, and he took his cock in his hand. “Tell me tall the details.”

“Well, Sir.” Nikki was embarrassed. Hard to believe that she could still get embarrassed even though Mark had seen her piss, shit, cum, had tasted her, had touched her in all her intimate places, had done everything to her. But she was still embarrassed. “Well, Sir. All the guests went into dinner and Sylvie left her slaves with us. Mostly they were just eating and relaxing. But they came and looked at each of the slaves in turn.”

“Did they spend more time with any one of you?” Mark seemed interested.

“Oh, yes, Sir. They spent a lot more time looking at me. It was embarrassing, Sir.”

Mark nodded. “Go on.”

“Well they all looked at me, all touched me. They seemed particularly interested in the stripes on my ass, but they touched me all over. Looked in my cunt, lifted my breasts, poked me and prodded me. I tried to be calm and still, but I was still so very aroused. I know I was moaning as they touched me.”

Mark laughed. “Oh, come on Nikki, fess up, you were hoping for some relief weren’t you?”

“Well, yes, Sir, I guess I was. Particularly when Nadia ran her hand up my inner thigh. She was looking into my eyes, she was tender and sweet, but I felt hopeful she was going to give me what I needed. I know I was straining against the ropes, pushing my hips forward, trying to move into her hand. Trying to show her just how much I wanted it.”

Mark smiled down at Nikki. His cock was rock hard now, and he was moving his hand lightly along the bottom of it. “Then what?”

“Then she touched my…” Nikki struggled for the right word, “my… my sex.”

“Where exactly, tell me everything.”

“She touched my labia, Sir. Ran her fingers along the length of them. And then she touched my…” Nikki hesitated. “She touched my clit, Sir.”

Mark held her a little closer and she rocked into his leg, remembering. It had been part relief and part torture to have Nadia touch her. She had strained against her bonds, pulling them even tighter, feeling them dig into her, tighter and tighter, pulling her labia open, sinking into her belly, constraining her ribs, digging into her chest. She had tried to push her hips forward, get more pressure on her clit. Tried to beg with her eyes, still holding on to the basket in her mouth. Tried to do whatever she needed to do to get satisfaction.

“Tell me exactly what she did, and how it felt. Go on.”

“She rubbed it, Sir, rubbed my clit. She rubbed it in small circles, pulling the moisture up and using it to float over my clit. I was so wet, Sir, I could feel her sliding, slippery. Just the slightest bit of pressure. She watched my face, and looked for where it felt the best. Pushed into me a little deeper. I was moaning, loud at that point.”

“I can imagine! You don’t hold back on the noise do you?”

“No, Sir.” Nikki moaned a little even now, remembering it. “She leaned over and whispered in my ear.”

“What did she say, girl? Tell me exactly.”

“Well, Sir, I don’t know if I remember exactly. I was a bit distracted. But I think she said something like, ‘don’t worry, girl, I’m going to take care of you… I like you and I want you to be happy… can I make you happy tonight?’ I was so relieved to hear the words, I’m sure she saw the joy in my eyes.”

“Oh good. Go on, I’ll tell you later how good that is.”

Nikki was intrigued by his words. What did he mean? What was he going to tell her later? She tried to put it out of her mind. “She kept rubbing. And then she leaned down, Sir.” The image of it flooded into Nikki’s mind. Oh it had been so intense. “She leaned down and took my right nipple in her mouth. She was so beautiful. I could see the back of her neck, her hair, and the curve of her back. And I could feel her mouth. Oh, Sir!”

“What did it feel like?” Mark was rubbing his cock harder now, she could see that he was fully erect and oozing pre-cum.

“At first it was soft. Just warm and wet. But then she started to really suck, harder, and stronger. I could feel her lips, and then her tongue. She was moving her tongue over my nipple, moving it back and forth, rocking my nipple from side to side. It felt like there was a direct connection between my nipple and my clit, that she was working my nervous system from both ends. And I could feel the orgasm building.” Nikki remembered how it felt, her muscles tightening, her body shaking in the ropes, her breath coming hard. The sweat running down her side. There had been one drop of sweat that had run down the side of her nose, tickling her. She had had to really maintain her focus to hold on to the basket and not shake so much as to spill her hors d’oeuvres platters.

“Mmmm. I can imagine that.” Mark’s voice was encouraging. He was enjoying this.

“Then I felt her use her teeth on my nipple. I could feel them rough on me. And it was too much. I came.” She had cried out, behind the basket handle, and writhed behind the bonds. The sweat making her hair damp, making it stick to the back of her neck. But it had felt so good to finally feel the release of it. To feel her whole body relax into the bonds. She had hung there for a moment, almost unconscious.

“Did she say anything after?”

“Yes, Sir. She held my face and whispered in my ear. Said something like, ‘such a sweet cum, from such a sweet girl. What a pretty slave you are.’ I don’t remember exactly.”

“Oh hun. It sounds so hot.” He was still stroking his cock. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Even remembering it is hot.”

“I’ll tell you why it’s such good news to me. But now I want you to slide down and take me in your mouth. Finish me off, girl. Drink my cum.”

Nikki was so happy to do it. Happy to be back on her knees, his cock in her mouth. Happy to feel this connection to her trainer. Happy he was pleased with her performance. Happy it hadn’t been a problem that Nadia had satisfied her (apparently it was the contrary). Happy Mark still wanted her. Happy to feel his desire.

She leaned over him, took him into her mouth, and rubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue. He put his hands on the back of her head, filled his palms with her hair, and pushed her further onto him, pushed his cock deeper. He was fucking into her face now, his urgency building. He had cut off her breath completely, but she knew that this was going to be quick. He was almost there already.

Mark pushed in deeper. Thrust hard, hitting into the back of Nikki’s throat. Two or three more thrusts and she could feel the cum rumbling up, a little fluttery feeling along the bottom of his shaft, tight up against her tongue. He was enjoying being deep in her hot wet mouth, her tongue stroking him and her lips surrounding him. He held on to her head and erupted into her.

Nikki felt the cum hit the back of her throat. Hot and bitter, it was so deep she didn’t really taste it, but swallowed it automatically. It felt so good for him to feed her his cum, shoot it right down into her belly. She loved to feel used this way. His desire palpable, almost overwhelming. She loved the feel of it, she had created it, made him aroused with her story, and then brought him all the way with her mouth and her submission. She felt it, and felt her slavery.