idea what state they were in, or for that matter what country. Knight told her nothing and sometimes whipped her if she asked questions. You’re a slave now, he’d say, what d oes it matter where you are so long as I’m there to serve ?
The room was sumptuously appointed, in Knight’s characteristic blend of gorgeous antiques and high Modernism. The chairs were upholstered in plush velvet and stood as poised as antelope, but elsewhere in the room was the flash of steel. And slave furniture, there was that too.
Alice had come to recognise furniture that was meant for slaves. At first it wasn’t always obvious. They didn’t always have shackles or… attachments. But if something was low to the ground, or small, or uncomfortable, or degradingly ugly, then she knew that she’d sooner or later be forced onto it - a little piece of sub-human furniture. The rest of the time she spent lying at her Master’s feet, which he never got tired of. If he was in a good mood maybe he’d reach down and ruffle her hair, like she was a favourite dog. It disturbed her how much she enjoyed that.
Now that she had a chance Alice examined the slave furniture more closely. It looked at first glance like a footstool but slightly too high, slightly too solidly built. The top was padded, covered over with soft, dark leather. It looked innocent enough, but sometimes the innocent ones were the worst.
Knight caught her looking at it, and grinned, an expression that never reached his eyes. “Good choice.”
Alice fought down a whine of panic as he dragged her over to it, trying not to trip with her tiny steps. With silent efficiency Knight snapped her wrist cuffs away from her harness, freeing her hands. Before she had a chance to enjoy it he picked her up like she weighed nothing, setting her on top of the thing on all fours. There were small depressions in the cushioning that snugged up around her knees and hands. The top was too small for her to get a comfortable posture, instead she wiggled, helplessly cramped. Her back arched and her bare, crop-striped ass thrust up in the air humiliatingly. Her tender breasts were crushed together between her arms.
Now it was obvious why the thing was shaped this way- it put all her holes at cock-height for a taller man. Just the thought made her exposed slit flinch, and she pressed her thighs together self-consciously.
“I’m not going to tie you.” Knight circled her with a smirk on his face. He admired the way her ass looked in the air, the youthful suppleness of her body. “You need to learn some self-discipline. But if you come down off the bench before I tell you to you’ll spend the rest of the night in immense pain.” His hands traced over her body, stroking her soft flesh with casual intimacy. His hand smoothed hot over the plump roundness of her ass. Even with the little stings of pain from her whip marks his stroking warmed her chest pleasurably, she heard herself panting.
“Yes Master,” Alice looked up at him miserably. His cum was cooling on her lips, and where it had splashed down onto her breasts. She wanted badly to wipe it of but knew she couldn’t. She only squirmed uncomfortable on her little platform, with her glistening pink slit peeking out from between her thighs. Knight couldn’t resist. He let two fingers trace her folds, making her moan and lean back against his hand. Behind her she heard him laugh.
Then his fingers kept sliding, drawing her slick wetness out over her hot flesh. She shuddered as they dragged up the tender strip of skin towards her asshole, making a weak noise of protest. When his fingertips circled damply around that flinching hole she actually gasped, tried to wriggle away from his touch.
“Still, Alice.” He snapped, with so much command in his voice that she instantly froze. Her body rebelled as he continued to explore, tracing fiery little circles around her puckered hole. Alice was openly crying now, unable to contain a little
The room was sumptuously appointed, in Knight’s characteristic blend of gorgeous antiques and high Modernism. The chairs were upholstered in plush velvet and stood as poised as antelope, but elsewhere in the room was the flash of steel. And slave furniture, there was that too.
Alice had come to recognise furniture that was meant for slaves. At first it wasn’t always obvious. They didn’t always have shackles or… attachments. But if something was low to the ground, or small, or uncomfortable, or degradingly ugly, then she knew that she’d sooner or later be forced onto it - a little piece of sub-human furniture. The rest of the time she spent lying at her Master’s feet, which he never got tired of. If he was in a good mood maybe he’d reach down and ruffle her hair, like she was a favourite dog. It disturbed her how much she enjoyed that.
Now that she had a chance Alice examined the slave furniture more closely. It looked at first glance like a footstool but slightly too high, slightly too solidly built. The top was padded, covered over with soft, dark leather. It looked innocent enough, but sometimes the innocent ones were the worst.
Knight caught her looking at it, and grinned, an expression that never reached his eyes. “Good choice.”
Alice fought down a whine of panic as he dragged her over to it, trying not to trip with her tiny steps. With silent efficiency Knight snapped her wrist cuffs away from her harness, freeing her hands. Before she had a chance to enjoy it he picked her up like she weighed nothing, setting her on top of the thing on all fours. There were small depressions in the cushioning that snugged up around her knees and hands. The top was too small for her to get a comfortable posture, instead she wiggled, helplessly cramped. Her back arched and her bare, crop-striped ass thrust up in the air humiliatingly. Her tender breasts were crushed together between her arms.
Now it was obvious why the thing was shaped this way- it put all her holes at cock-height for a taller man. Just the thought made her exposed slit flinch, and she pressed her thighs together self-consciously.
“I’m not going to tie you.” Knight circled her with a smirk on his face. He admired the way her ass looked in the air, the youthful suppleness of her body. “You need to learn some self-discipline. But if you come down off the bench before I tell you to you’ll spend the rest of the night in immense pain.” His hands traced over her body, stroking her soft flesh with casual intimacy. His hand smoothed hot over the plump roundness of her ass. Even with the little stings of pain from her whip marks his stroking warmed her chest pleasurably, she heard herself panting.
“Yes Master,” Alice looked up at him miserably. His cum was cooling on her lips, and where it had splashed down onto her breasts. She wanted badly to wipe it of but knew she couldn’t. She only squirmed uncomfortable on her little platform, with her glistening pink slit peeking out from between her thighs. Knight couldn’t resist. He let two fingers trace her folds, making her moan and lean back against his hand. Behind her she heard him laugh.
Then his fingers kept sliding, drawing her slick wetness out over her hot flesh. She shuddered as they dragged up the tender strip of skin towards her asshole, making a weak noise of protest. When his fingertips circled damply around that flinching hole she actually gasped, tried to wriggle away from his touch.
“Still, Alice.” He snapped, with so much command in his voice that she instantly froze. Her body rebelled as he continued to explore, tracing fiery little circles around her puckered hole. Alice was openly crying now, unable to contain a little
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