Marlena’s Re-Enslavement – By Strawberry1

John feels Marlena needs to be retrained. It’s a rough start, but John knows just how to soothe her.

It was nearing 6 pm at Salem University Hospital as Dr. Marlena Evans completed her last patient file for the day. “What a long day,” Marlena sighed and spoke audibly, sinking into her chair at her desk. She began to take off her earrings, staring into the screen of her laptop absent-mindedly until a ping from the computer caught her attention: 1 message from John Black. She flashed back to yesterday night when John had insisted on synching her laptop to her cell-phone so that she could respond to text messages on the computer. I wonder what this is about, she thought to herself as she clicked open the message.  

“Marlena,

I left a package with your secretary. When you are finished with work, open the package and follow the instructions. Be home by seven.

– Master.”

Marlena felt a tingle rise from her toes all the way up to the hairs on the back of her neck. She recognized this type of message, this tone, this way of writing. And “Master.” She gulped. It had been a long while since they had played like this, but Marlena recognized an order when she saw one. The last time John enslaved her was… God, she couldn’t even remember. Before the separation. It had been a long time and her stomach churned with the anxiety of it all as she wondered and hoped she still had the stamina to survive the torment that he would surely inflict on her body tonight. Having just finished her last patient file for the evening, she nervously headed just outside of her office to find the package John had apparently left with her secretary.

“Just about done for the day, Dr. Evans?” Angelina asked, filing her nails and ignoring a mountain of paperwork. Per usual.  

“Yes…But I was… uh… wondering if you happened to have a-“ Marlena began to ask nervously, trying not to sound suspicious, but failing miserably.  

“Had a package from that hottie husband of yours? Yep, right here,” she chirped, bending underneath her desk to retrieve a box addressed to Dr. Evans.  

“Yes, thank you,” Marlena replied, trying to preserve what little modesty she had left. Marlena picked up the decently sized box, surprised by its lightness. Marlena turned to make a b-line back into her office.

“Hey! Not so fast,” Angelina called out. “Open it! I want to see it, too ya know. Give me some entertainment.” I really need a new secretary, Marlena thought to herself.  

“Uhh, actually, I was thinking you might want to head out now. Take the night off. You can finish that paperwork tomorrow,” Marlena suggested, trying to get rid of the inquisitive 20 year old.  

“Really?! Thanks, Dr. Evans! And I will totally finish that paperwork tomorrow,” She promised as she grabbed her belongings and left. Marlena rolled her eyes as she stepped back into her office.

She placed the box on her desk, and tried to quell the nerves in her stomach. “On the count of three,” she counted aloud. “One… two…three… Here goes nothing,” she soothed herself as she began opening the first and then second flap. The box contained fragrant, lavender tissue paper and a note which laid perched on the top.  

“Slave,

In this box, I have enclosed the bra and panties I will expect to see you in tonight. You may wear them under your work clothes if you would like. Remember, I am expecting you home by 7 – freshly shaven.

– Master.”

Marlena gulped. She nervously tore away at the tissue paper, desperate to see just what John had picked out for her to wear. Finally, at the bottom of the box she found a pair of crotchless leather panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. In addition, she found a “bra,” if that was even the right word for the leather contraption John included in the box. It was essentially two leather rings that would encircle her breasts, attached to a strap that went around her back. Marlena’s stomach was in knots. She looked up at the clock: 6:15. Damn it, she was running late and she still had to shower.

Marlena decided to save time by showering in the hospital on-call room, making sure to shave every last bit of hair below her eyebrows. When she felt that everything was to John’s liking, she stepped out of the shower and put on the items John selected. Staring at herself in the mirror, she could not believe they were doing this again. It had been a long time, too long, she thought to herself as she she tugged on the leather around her breasts. The bra was tight, and her breasts were already reddening from the leather. She stared at the panties which left her pussy and ass exposed. Why even bother wearing anything at all, Marlena chuckled nervously to herself as she threw her blouse, blazer, and dress pants back on and headed to the car: 6:45.  

Marlena did her best to speedily navigate the Salem rush-hour traffic, switching lanes like a madwoman while glancing at the clock. 6:55. Her stomach began to do flips. She was still a solid 15 minutes away from the townhouse. Do I dare call John? She thought about it, but decided to just try her best to get home in time. She really wanted to make a good impression on her first night of enslavement in the past two years. Taking the first high way exit she saw, she flew down the back roads to the townhouse. After sloppily whipping the car into the first parking space available, Marlena ran out of the door and bolted toward the entrance. 6:59.  

Running down the townhouse hallways until she reached their door, Marlena struggled to catch her breathe as her hands searched around frantically in her purse. Where the hell is this damn key, Marlena thought to herself as she continued to rifle through her back until she came across the key chain in question and let herself into the house. When she opened the door, she entered a dark room. Why were the lights off? Marlena gently set her purse down, listening carefully for any signs of John.

“You’re late,” he spoke from the sofa. Marlena struggled to see him in the darkness of the room. “Two minutes late exactly. I thought I told you to be home by seven, slave,” John spoke sternly as Marlena stood in the center of the room, struggling to get her bearings. John lit a candle beside him on the table by the sofa which illuminated the room slightly.  

“I’m sorry, Mas-“ Marlena attempted to speak, but John interrupted.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” John asked, staring into her eyes intently and enjoying watching her fidget nervously. Marlena shook her head no.

“Good girl. It’s nice to see you following orders for once. You will be punished for this infraction later. For now, drink this glass of wine I poured for you on this table and wait for me in the bedroom for further instruction. With that, he disappeared off into the hall as Marlena tried to calm down. She picked up the glass of wine and gulped it down in nearly one sip. The alcohol felt good and helped to calm her a little as she racked her mind for what her punishment might be. Not wanting to be late yet again, she headed to the bedroom where she read another note instructing her to remove her work clothes and lay on the bed. Not daring to disobey him again, Marlena stripped and propped herself on the bed and waited for John.

Minutes passed with no signs of John. Marlena began to grow more and more anxious with each passing minute until John finally emerged, ropes and vibrator again. Marlena recognized this equipment, and so did her body. Goosebumps spread across her milky skin. She couldn’t believe John still owned all of this. She assumed he had gotten rid of it during their separation. She certainly hadn’t seen it in the storage.

Without words, John approached Marlena and began to fasten her arms and legs to the bed. He tied both her wrists together and tied them to the post above her head. Then he tied her feet and attached one to the right bed post and the other to the left so that she was spread wide for him and what he was about to do. Still keeping his silence, he propped himself on his knees between her legs and switched the vibrator on. Marlena’s eyes grew wide. She knew just how relentless he could be with that thing.  

“Slave, I am going to give you pleasure with this vibrator. You may not make any noise, and you certainly may not cum unless given permission. Speak so that I know you understand these instructions.” John’s eyes were stone cold.  

“Y-yes, Master. I understand,” Marlena spoke nervously, her pussy clenching with excitement as John turned the knob on the vibrator, increasing the setting. The hum of the machine heightened Marlena’s anticipation.

Spreading her pussy with his index and middle finger, John lifted the vibrator just above it with his other hand. Agonizingly slowly, he lowered the vibrator until it finally made contact with her clit. Marlena’s hips immediately rose up from the mattress as she bit her lip, trying her best to stifle her moans. He was surprised by her control. He fully anticipated that she would cry out. Clearly, he was not trying hard enough. Flicking the knob deftly without removing the vibrator from Marlena, he switched it onto the maximum setting.

“JOHN, FUCK!” Marlena screamed, arching her hips off the bed and tilting her pussy away from the vibrator. John placed the vibrator onto the bed and grabbed her hips, forcing them back down into the mattress.

“John? Who is John?” He asked, holding Marlena still as her body refused to calm down. “You may speak.”

“M-master,” she stammered, her hips writhing in John’s large hands.  

“Do you want me to stop?” John asked, knowing full well he had no intention of stopping.

“No master,” Marlena answered nervously, unsure if this was the answer he was looking for.  

“Then you will be quiet. Understood?” John asked, his eyes boring into her soul.

“Yes, master.”  

John turned the vibrator on again and once again spread her pussy lips. This time when he made contact with her clit, Marlena managed to still her hips somewhat, bucking less frequently as she stared at a particular spot on the ceiling, attempting to keep her focus.  

“Good girl. I will reward you by allowing you to speak. But you still may not cum.” John pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, making sure it roamed every surface of her clit and the inside of her lips. Marlena still remained silent, biting down on her lip until it bled slightly. Her eyes slammed shut and her breathing became ragged.  

“You better not be thinking about cumming,” John warned as he noticed the change in her breathing.

“Master, can I please cum?” She begged shamelessly, knowing her orgasm was approaching and struggling to control herself.

“My, my, what a naughty girl we have here tonight. Why can’t you seem to follow any orders? No, you may not cum. You will continue to enjoy what I am doing to your pussy, but you may not cum.” John instructed, continuing to move the vibrator up and down her slit. John’s hard-on ached in his black jeans as he watched Marlena try to comply with his orders with every fiber of her being.  

“Mmmph,” Marlena moaned, pursing her lips together and furrowing her brow. Beads of sweat emerged from her forehead as she tried her best to control her body with her mind. You will not cum, you will not cum, she recited to herself in her mind.  

After nearly 15 minutes of constant vibration on her clit, Marlena’s juices were pooling in the sheets below her pussy. It took everything in John not to suction his mouth to her hole and drink from her like a fountain. But tonight wasn’t about kissing her from head to toe. No, tonight was night one of Marlena’s training. Well, re-training to be exact. It had been some time since he had enslaved her, and tonight would serve as a warm up for nights to come. It may have been awhile, but Marlena’s stamina was impressive. Despite the constant flow of liquid from between her legs, she managed to stave off her orgasm thus far.  

Switching off the vibrator and removing it from her pussy, John stepped off the bed and placed the equipment on the night stand. Marlena laid on the bed, still bound and quivering, her hips bucking intermittently despite the removal of the stimulus. Once again, John disappeared off into the hall.

Marlena could not believe what John had just done to her body, and it was only the beginning. How did I withstand this before? She thought to herself, her body exhausted from orgasm denial. John re-emerged, this time in the nude and Marlena could not help but stare at his large penis which stood erect and glistened in the low lighting.  

John got back on the bed and loomed over Marlena. He inched up until his cock was just above her face.

“Suck me off, slave,” he commanded, his penis resting against her mouth.

Marlena began kissing the head of his dick, savoring in the salty taste of his precum. The task proved much more difficult than usual, unable to use her hands for leverage. John grabbed her hair in his hand and pushed his shaft down her throat, causing Marlena to gag at first. Eventually Marlena willed her throat to accept him and John continued to feed her his length over and over. Each time he withdrew, Marlena coughed slightly, saliva and precum dripping from her mouth. John continued to feed her his dick, until he felt his own orgasm pending.  

“Slave, I am going to cum in your mouth now and you will swallow it.” He instructed, before quickly grabbing a tighter hold on her hair and slamming his cock down her throat, holding her face against his abdomen, her lips pressed up against his pubic bone. He released spurt after spurt of his cum as Marlena stared up into his eyes. Finally, he released her from his penis and Marlena continued to swallow what was left of his semen in her mouth.

John got up off the bed again and began to untie her in silence. Confused as to what was happening, and still horny as hell, Marlena watched him inquisitively. Once he got her last limb untied, he stared back up at her.

“Thank you, slave. Your training for tonight is over. I will choose to re-enslave you next whenever I wish. You will receive notice via email. You may shower off and go to bed.” With that final message, John collected all of the equipment and disappeared off into the hall.

Marlena was left, stunned. How dare he bring her to such heights and not allow her to release? She felt tears burn in her eyes and felt even stupid for getting so frustrated by this game. She laid on the bed, still clad in her leather under garments and began to cry softly against her pillow.  

John was down in the storage, putting away all of his equipment. He knew was rough on her tonight, but he also knew just how much fun they could have once she built up her endurance. Stashing away his equipment with the rest of the sex toys he planned to introduce into their sex life, he closed the box and headed back toward the bedroom.

When he entered the bedroom, he found Marlena changed into a pair of her pajamas and laid beneath the comforter. Her back was toward him, and he could tell she was pretending to be asleep, but the tell-tale sniffling gave her away. Suddenly, he pelt a pang in his heart. He wasn’t anticipating that the first day of training would be so hard on her. Deciding to reward her, he turned off the bedroom light and snaked under the covers.

Suddenly, Marlena felt John crawl between her legs under the covers and attach his mouth to her pussy.

“M-master, what are you doing?” Marlena asked, out of habit from the game.  

“Shh, it’s John, baby. I’m gonna get you off, don’t worry,” John soothed as he buried himself in her pussy which was still swollen and wet from her training.  

Marlena felt herself sink into the familiar loving touch that only John possessed as he tongued her folds, taking her clit into his mouth and suckling it.  

“Mmm, doc, baby, you taste so good,” he murmured against her damp skin. “I love this part of you,” he whispered deep and hot into her womanhood.  

“Oh, God, John, I want to cum so badly,” she cried, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes as her body struggled to let go.

“Cum for me baby,” John urged her lovingly. “Tell me what to do to make you cum for me,” he asked from beneath the sheets.  

“I want to see you,” she cried.  

John emerged from underneath the covers and threw their comforter on the floor. Wasting no time, he pulled her hips to his waiting mouth and threw her knees over his shoulders.

“Watch me while I do this for you baby. Watch me get you off,” he instructed lovingly as Marlena focused her eyes on John’s face between her legs. John began to french kiss her center, dipping his tongue into her hole, allowing it to feather against her. He slurped, almost drawing her juices out of her from within as Marlena refused to fully relinquish control.

“Baby, I need you to cum,” John asked, worried that the game had somehow rendered her unable to release.

“I can’t,” Marlena cried, frustrated with her body.

“Shh, yes you can,” John encouraged, rubbing her ass gently as he continued to suck. “I love you so much, sweetheart. Come on, do this for me,” he spoke to her softly.

This was her undoing and suddenly all of the pent up frustration from the past couple hours came pouring out of her in the form of cum which coated John’s cheeks and jaw.

“There’s my girl,” John spoke, attempting to collect every last drop of her honey with his lips.  

The past couple weeks had been quiet. Quiet in the most blissful way. With their wedding in the near future, it felt like romance was in the air at all times. John and Marlena spent most days at work, then came home, discussed wedding plans, and then headed to bed. Bed, where John had made slow, delicate love to her the past few weeks. He’d made no attempt to enslave her for the past 18 days. Mainly John’s reasoning was to keep their sex life balanced. Sure, tying Marlena up was always fun, but he didn’t want to lose the sweeter, softer aspects of their love life either. Plus, Marlena needed to rest up for what he had planned for the next installment of her training. The timing was perfect.

Currently, Marlena sat in her office, tidying up her file cabinet. Her last patient of the day had cancelled, and she decided to spend the extra chunk of time organizing her files. She and John had plans tonight. Specifically, they were invited to attend a gala thrown by one of John’s closest investment partners. With their demanding careers, it was somewhat rare for she and John to have the opportunity to get dressed up and spend an evening on the town together. Deciding that tidying up could wait, Marlena decided to quickly check her e-mail and head out of the office early and get ready for tonight. After all, she wanted to spend the extra time getting ready to look good for John. Marlena smiled in spite of herself. She felt a rush of warmth spread from her toes, up her legs, and resonate between her legs as she thought about what she and John would likely do tonight. Her breathing became heavy as she thought about John driving himself between her legs, controlling her body the way only he could. She had enjoyed the last couple weeks of slow, tender love making but deep down she wanted and craved submission. It was difficult for her to admit to herself at times. After all, she was a doctor. An independent, successful woman in her own right. So, why did it turn her on to have John say that he owned her? Why does being called slave make her cum? I need to get home, Marlena thought to herself as she hurriedly opened a new tab on her laptop and brought up her e-mail. 1 message, titled: For my special girl, from Master.

Marlena felt her heart begin to race. She wasn’t expecting this tonight. After all, they had a party go to. Maybe John had forgotten? Eagerly, she clicked open the e-mail, not even realizing she was holding her breath as she bit her lip and began to read:

Slave,

Part two of your training will take place tonight. I called your secretary earlier and was informed that your last patient cancelled. I have arranged for you to get your hair and nails done for tonight’s festivities. See Angelina for details.

See you at home,

Master.

Marlena could not believe what she was reading. John planned on enslaving her… tonight? She couldn’t tell if she was curious, anxious, or horny or a combination of all three. Despite her growing nerves, she could feel herself growing wet in the seat of her panties. She could try to deny it in her mind, but she couldn’t deny what her body craved – which was to be possessed by John. Marlena poured herself a cool glass of water from the water jug in her office and stepped outside to get the details from Angelica.

She stepped outside of her office to find her secretary on the phone with her boyfriend. Wow, it’s amazing I have any appointments or patients at all, Marlena thought to herself as she poked the young girl on the shoulder to get her attention.

“Hang on, babe,” Angelina spoke into the phone before covering up the speaker and turning to Marlena, “Hey, Dr. Evans, need somethin’?”

“Yes. Actually…” Marlena spoke, unsure exactly what John had discussed with her “Have you spoken to John today?”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry! I almost forgot. He left this for you,” she spoke as she rummaged through the drawer in her desk and pulled out an appointment card. “He said to give this to you when he stopped by earlier.”

Marlena took the card and stared at it in shock. “John was here?”

“Yeah, a couple hours ago. I asked if he wanted to see you, but you were with a patient and he didn’t want to interrupt. Can I get you anything else?” She asked, clearly wanting to get back to her boyfriend.

“No, that’s it. Thank you. Listen, I’m going to head out soon. You can leave once you finish the schedule.”

“You got it, Mar,” she spoke, sinking back into her swivel chair. “Ooh, sorry I mean, Dr. Evans,” she corrected before returning her attention to her phone call. “Sorry, babe, I had to work for second, so..”

Marlena went back into her office to grab her purse and coat as she looked at the card in her hands. It was an appointment card for 6:30 at Embrasse Moi Salon. Marlena may have forgotten much of her high school days, but if she remembered anything from French class then the name of this salon was “Kiss Me Salon.” Typical John, Marlena thought to herself. No. Mentally she corrected herself. Typical Master. as she headed for the elevator.

Beating the traffic, Marlena soon arrived to the salon which was located in a strange part of town. It certainly explained why she hadn’t seen it before. She got out of the car and walked into a tall brick building. She was pleasantly surprised when the inside was surprisingly bright and modern. The hair dressers looked like models, and women sat under hair dryers drinking champagne. Marlena felt like she had entered another dimension. Feeling out of place, Marlena cautiously approached the blonde at the front desk.

“Name?” the perky blonde asked.

“Marlena, Marlena Evans-Black,” Marlena repeated, distracted by all of the pretty women and lights.

“Oh! Yes! Your husband booked you a 6:30 everything appointment,” the blonde explained to Marlena.

“Everything appointment?” Marlena asked, not understanding the salon’s lingo.

“Yes. Here at our salon, we do some special services that many hair salons don’t offer around here. Your husband booked you for a hair cut & color, mani & pedi, and full Brazilian wax,” the blonde spoke casually. Meanwhile, Marlena stared at her as if she had 600 heads. Brazilian wax? She gulped. What was John thinking? Once again, she had remind herself – this wasn’t John, this was Master and she didn’t have much choice in the matter.

“Is that okay?” the woman asked, interrupting Marlena who was lost in thought.

“Oh, yes. That is fine,” Marlena responded, smiling nervously.

“Great! Follow me. Your chair is ready,” she chirped, leading Marlena over to a leather chair. “Your stylist is named Blaze. She will be right over.” With that, the receptionist disappeared back into the lounge area. Marlena slowly lowered her feet into the hot bath below her chair. and waited for Blaze.

One hour and 30 foils later, Marlena was transformed. She stared into the mirror as Blaze spun the chair around and allowed Marlena to see her new hairstyle. It was about an inch shorter than she was used to, and much blonder. The platinum highlights seemed to sparkle in the bright lights of the salon.

“Wow! You look so HOT!” Blaze exclaimed, jumping up an down as she marveled at her masterpiece. “Your husband is going to FLIP!”

Marlena continued to stare, speechless. It would be an adjustment, but surprisingly she didn’t hate it. In fact, she kind of liked it. It felt fresh, and edgy. It was certainly adding to the thrill of the night.

“Thanks, Blaze. I really like it,” Marlena finally spoke, caught up in her own reflection.

“I’m glad you like it. Now, follow me and I’ll lead you to the wax room.”

Marlena had almost forgotten about the dreaded wax. Marlena was used to being shaven down there, but she usually did it herself. The thought of a complete stranger doing it was less than appealing. Blaze led her into a small room off the side of the salon. It was dark, save for the light of a few candles that lined the sides of the table.

“You can lay here,” Blaze instructed, gesturing toward the padded table in the middle of the small room. “Maya, our wax girl, will be in shortly.” And with that Blaze was gone, and Marlena undressed and laid down, closing her eyes and trying to soothe her nerves.

A few moments later, Marlena heard the doorknob turn slowly as she opened her eyes and looked up. But it wasn’t Maya who entered the room.

“J-“ She almost began but quickly caught herself, “Master?”

“Are you surprised to see me, slave?” John asked, closing the door behind him. Marlena nodded, speechless and wet with want. The same want she felt whenever Master was near.

“Well, I wasn’t going to let just anyone near my pussy,” John spoke very seriously, making direct eye contact with Marlena. Marlena held his gaze, quivering with anticipation and dripping with lust. “Lay back down,” John instructed, noticing Marlena had begun to sit up. Marlena complied.

John moved in silence toward the counter beside the table where Marlena laid and began to warm the wax.

“Spread your legs,” John spoke as he pulled out a stool and made himself comfortable between Marlena’s long, milky white legs. The room was quiet, except for the sounds of Marlena’s heavy breathing. Once the wax was hot, he grabbed the bowl from the counter along with a wooden wand.

“Slave, this is going to be hot. If it is too much, you can tell me. But remember, the better behaved you are now, the greater your reward will be later,” John reminded her. Marlena nodded.

John dipped the wooden spatula into the hot wax and slowly began coating her pussy which was on display for him. To his surprise, Marlena hadn’t made a peep yet, but he could see her knuckles gripping the sides of the table.

“Good girl,” John praised her, giving her the slightest hint of a smile. Setting the wax down momentarily, John got up and scavenged around the room for the waxing paper. Finding it tucked away in a drawer, John returned between her legs and began smoothing the paper against Marlena’s wax-covered pussy. Once the papers were secure, he looked back up at Marlena who was pinching her eyes closed.

“Slave, I am going to remove the paper. I will try to make this as painless as possible. You have been a very obedient girl so far, and if you can keep it up, Master will reward you greatly.”

Marlena liked the sound of being rewarded. It certainly sounded better than her last training. John began to slowly peel back the paper, drawing the patches of hair on her pussy up and out of their follicles. Marlena winced, but remained quiet. Once her pussy was completely smooth, he picked up the bowl again.

Puzzled, Marlena stared down at John between her legs as he stirred the hot wax with the piece of wood. Scooping another glob of wax onto the spatula, John began to coat the crack of her ass in wax. At this, Marlena yelped slightly from the burning sensation. John chose to ignore her, and grabbed the wax paper again and fastened it between her ass. Without warning, he ripped the paper from her.

“AH! Master!” Marlena cried out, her legs shaking from the unfamiliar sensation.

“You were very good, slave,” John praised her. “Your wax is complete. I will you see you at home,” John spoke as he quickly threw away the rest of the wax and papers. Marlena was left stunned. But what else was knew. Marlena quickly put her pants back just in time for Blaze to return.

“Okay, Dr. Evans, now your manicurist is ready,” she chimed, leading Marlena out the doorway.

The rest of the appointment was fairly uneventful. Marlena enjoyed a peaceful pedicure. John left special instructions: French on the nails, red polish on the toes. Marlena enjoyed the pampering, but couldn’t get tonight’s festivities off her mind. Finally, she was finished – hair, nails, and wax and she got her into her car and drove home.

When she entered the town house, everything looked normal. The lights were on, John’s brief case laid on the desk by the door. She noticed a note on the desk. It simply read: Bedroom. Not daring disappoint Master, Marlena quickly made her way into the bedroom.

On the bed laid a silky red dress and pair of strappy black heels. And another note. “Slave, this is what you will be wearing tonight. I am in the bathroom freshening up. Please, get dressed and wait for further instruction.” Marlena picked up the red gown and began to undress. She slinked into the dress, and smoothed it against her body. It was certainly form fitting, Marlena thought to herself as she looked in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself with her new hair cut and such a tight dress. The dress really accentuated her ass, even more so when she stepped into her heels.

John finally emerged from the bathroom, and it took everything in his power to keep his composure and poker face when he saw Marlena in that dress. God, he loved this woman. He knew as soon as he saw this dress two weeks ago on his way home from work that Marlena had to have it. He also knew Marlena would never wear it under any other circumstances. Maybe John couldn’t get her to dress like this, but Master certainly could. John smirked, but then his face went serious again.

“Slave, please sit.”

Marlena sat on the edge of the bed and stared up at John.

“Now, last time, I was very easy on you because it was your first time as a sub in a long while. But as a good Master, I need to punish you for being late,” John explained. Marlena gulped. She was hoping he had forgotten about that. “This brings me to your punishment…” John reached into the pocket of his pants and retrieved a small egg-shaped object. Marlena stared at it curiously. “This is a vibrator,” John explained, placing it into Marlena’s hands so that she could see it. “It is remote operated. Now, listen closely because this part is very important. I will insert this vibrator before we leave for the party. It will remain inside you for the entire length of the party.”

Marlena felt her eyes bulge out of her head. He couldn’t be serious.

John continued, “I, and only I, will have access to the remote control. I will decide when and where I will stimulate you. And as always, you may never cum without permission. Understood?”

Marlena looked up at John in disbelief. He couldn’t seriously be suggesting pleasuring her in the middle of a party.

“Am I clear?” John repeated. “You’ve been a very good girl today. I certainly hope you are not thinking about disobeying me.”

“Yes, Master,” Marlena agreed reluctantly, handing the tiny vibrator back to John.

“Now, I know the stakes are high,” John spoke, twiddling the vibrator between his fingers. “Which is why, if you are successful, I will reward you greatly. But you must remember not to cum until I say you can cum. Speak so that I know you understand my instructions.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, what?”

“Yes, Master. I will wear the vibrator and I won’t cum until you let me.”

“Good girl.”

John and Marlena drove in silence as Marlena shifted uncomfortably in the leather passenger seat of John’s car. John kept his eyes on the road, but noticed Marlena’s somewhat obvious discomfort.

“Is something the matter, slave?” John asked, his eyes still focused on the road.

Marlena eyed the remote control which lay idly in the cupholder of the console between them. Her mind flashed back to when Master had instructed her spread her legs on the bed and the way the faint trace of a smile flickered across his face for just a moment as he slipped the vibrator inside her. The way he then slipped his thick middle finger inside her, pushing the tiny egg further up inside as her mouth fell open and she exhaled sharply against his face. The way she could tell that it took every fiber of his being to remove that intrusive finger from her, slide her panties back up, and pull her dress down. “We don’t want to be late” he said, clearing his throat as he grabbed her hand to lead her out the door.

“I asked you a question, slave,” John repeated himself, drawing her back into reality.

“No, master.”

“Then why are you moving around in your seat?”

“No reason,” Marlena stammered, crossing her legs tightly.

“Then why are you biting your lip?” John asked, intimately aware of his Marlena’s body language. He knew she wanted to come; he also knew she was being naughty by attempting to stimulate herself discreetly by gyrating against the sex toy resting in her pussy. “It wouldn’t be in your best interest to lie to me,” he warned, his eyes still focused on the road.

Deciding to take a somewhat wild risk, Marlena gathered up the courage to ask Master a question. “Master, may I turn on the vibrator?”

John coughed harshly, his collar suddenly feeling increasingly tight around his neck. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his trousers feeling much tighter than they were a couple of seconds ago. “Have we forgotten the rules, young lady?” John asked.

Confused by the question, Marlena remained silent.

“Who did I say had control of the vibrator?” John asked, attempting to jog her memory.

Marlena flashed back to his very specific instructions on the bed. “I, and only I, will have access to the remote control. I will decide when and where I will stimulate you. And as always, you may never cum without permission. Understood?” John’s voice repeated in her head.

Deciding to rephrase her question, Marlena asked something slightly different. “Master, can you please turn the vibrator on?”

“Good girl,” Master praised her for remembering his instructions. Deciding she had been a very good girl this evening, especially considering the wax, he quickly pulled the car over into a thickly wooded area.

“Spread ‘em,” John stated quite blankly, and Marlena understood. Grabbing the bottom of her skirt, she lifted the garment around her waist and parted her legs. John licked his lips, a gesture that wasn’t unnoticed by Marlena who smiled, loving seeing her Master lose control even if it was just for a millisecond.

“I want you to close your eyes,” he instructed, reaching for the controller in the cupholder. Marlena relaxed a little, closing her eyes while John reclined her seat. Without warning, he turned on the vibrator nestled inside of Marlena. Immediately, Marlena’s legs began to shake as she tried not to make a sound. After all, Master had not given her permission to speak.

Deciding to reward her good behavior, John threw her a bone. “Slave, you may express your gratitude.”

As soon as she got the approval from Master, Marlena let out a guttural moan as her pussy proceeded to drench her lace panties. John wanted more than anything to remove those panties and see those folds glisten in the moonlight, but he knew they would never make it to the party and that Marlena would never receive her punishment for being late on her first day of training. Thinking of the sheer torture he would inflict on her later, he decided to reward her in this moment and allow her to cum. Judging by her high pitched “Yes, Master”s and “Thank you, Master”s, she was close.

“You may cum, slave,” John spoke, unable to decide between watching her facial expressions or the peach between her legs as she came.

“Oh, god,” Marlena cried out, giving into the sensation and wishing she could play with her clit but she didn’t want to jinx her luck by asking for a favor. After all, he had been so good to her thus far. Instead, she helped herself to the edge by thinking of John’s long, hard cock and the way it must be straining for release in his pants right now. She imagined the veins, and the way they expanded whenever he was about to enter her. Finally, when she thought of how roughly he would likely take her tonight, she gave into the sensation and squinted her closed eyes as she came.

When Marlena came to after such an intense orgasm, she found Master staring at her from the driver’s seat. “I see you have left quite a wet spot on my seat,” was all he said as he shifted the car back into drive and they drove to the party in silence.

Marlena was surprised when Master got out of the car and proceeded to take her hand when he opened her car door. Usually, he wasn’t so tender when they played these games. But then again, they weren’t usually in public when they played them either. Taking her hand in his, he led them to the giant glass door of the hotel that was housing the function. The first thing Marlena noticed when she got inside was the swarm of women holding masquerade masks to their faces. This didn’t go unnoticed by John either.

Quickly pulling her into the nearest elevator, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black sequin masquerade mask and handed it to Marlena. “I almost forgot. You’ll be needing this.” Confused and unsure what to make of this, Marlena tentatively took the mask. “You don’t need to put it on just yet, but when we reach the party upstairs, you will need to wear it. Understood?”

Marlena slowly nodded, running her fingers across the sparkly material of the mask. She thought it unusual that a business function would have a theme, and a masquerade theme at that. But knowing better than to question, she assumed the mask as soon as the elevator dinged to signal their destination.

Marlena nearly forgot about the mask when she was awestruck by the sheer size and beauty of the rooftop bar as they walked in, arm in arm. “Wow,” she whispered, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t have permission to speak. John let it slide, enjoying watching her as she sized up her surroundings. As they walked through throngs of people, Marlena began to notice a few things. One, there was an inordinate amount of women here, all in masquerade and many were arm in arm with one man. Some were paired off like she and John. And then some sat in a designated area without male companions. Noticing that Marlena was starting to piece together what was going on, John decided to drop a major bombshell.

“By the way, this isn’t a work function. It’s a BDSM ball,” he mentioned as if it was nothing. Marlena swallowed hard as her eyes bulged and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. She never thought John would be involved with something like this. And she expected to be outraged, but instead… she was turned on by it. Her emotions were confusing her. Sensing her discomfort, John ushered them both toward the bar.

“I will have a scotch, and my slave will have a Long Island Iced Tea,” he spoke, sliding a couple bills to the bartender. Once their drinks were ready, he handed Marlena her drink and escorted her to a quieter section of the room.

Once they escaped the main crowd and were able to hear each other again, he explained tonight’s rules. “Slave, tonight will be something different for you. I am giving you freedom to talk to whomever you want, whenever you want, about whatever you want.”

“Yes, Master,” Marlena spoke so that he knew she was paying attention. She liked the sound of this.

“However, the one thing you will not have control over is your orgasm. As usual, you will cum only when I ask. Understood?”

“Yes, Master, but will I have to cum in front of all of these people?” She asked.

“I gave you permission to speak, don’t make me take it away,” he warned, unwilling to answer that question.

As the night progressed, Marlena was shocked at just how much freedom John had given her. In fact, for the majority of the evening, she was free to mingle with other guests without him even by her side. John appeared to know a lot of the men at the event, and spent considerable time chatting to them. Marlena busied herself by ordering drinks and people watching. The psychiatrist in her was enjoying being able to observe such a unique subset of the population. John stood in the corner as he spoke to another a Master. He was far from Marlena, but she was still in his site. He could see her sitting on a leather sofa talking to another slave. When she glanced back at him momentarily, he waved her over.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me,” Marlena told the woman as she made her way over to John.

“Slave, this is Mark. You may introduce yourself,” John said to Marlena as draped an arm around her.

“Hello, Mark. My name is Marlena,” she spoke, unsure of what else to say. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Mark smiled. “Actually, I was interested in you. You are a picture perfect sub. But Mr. Black here has informed me that you are already taken. Can’t say I’m not disappointed, but I asked if I could at least have the pleasure of introducing myself. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Marlena,” he spoke, accentuating the “Lena” part. He smiled, and Marlena blushed nervously. She looked up at John, who appeared tense.

“Let’s go,” was all he said as his grip on Marlena tightened.

“What? Master? Did I do something wrong?” Marlena asked nervously, fearing punishment. Did she reveal too much? Suddenly, she was panicked. Was she supposed to tell this man her name? Her thoughts raced as John practically dragged her toward the elevator. Once they were inside, John surprised her by pressing the Upper Level button. “Where are we going?” she asked, assuming John had been taking them back to the car but that was apparently not the agenda.

“You’ll see,” he spoke, devoid of any emotion but the intensity was still there in the grip he had on her arm. Once the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival, John quickly led them out onto the rooftop of the hotel. Marlena was immediately drawn to the skyline. “Wow,” she spoke again in amazement of its beauty. But she didn’t get much time to enjoy the view as John quickly yanked her arm and led her behind a brick enclosure on the roof.

“Master, you’re hurting me!” She complained as John dragged her and bent her over a stack of cinder blocks behind the brick enclosure. Immediately, John bore his weight against her, as she laid on her stomach bent over the stack of blocks which formed a table-like structure. Her feet remained planted on the ground, and John stood behind her, his upper body against her back. Grabbing her arms, he placed them above her head as he leaned into her neck, placing aggressive kisses down its long column. Marlena had never been in so much pain at the hands of John before, but yet had never been so turned on. This lifestyle brought out something within her… some perverse fetish that she at t times did not want to admit she harbored. And it was in this moment, she realized she could have never been satisfied with Roman and his vanilla sexuality.

John interrupted her thoughts by whispering into her ear, “Did you see the way he was looking at you?” he asked, grinding his cock into her ass through the fabric of her red dress.

“No, Master,” she responded, unsure what response he wanted to that question.

“Well I did. And I know exactly what he was thinking,” John spoke wet and hot into her ear, as the grip on her wrists above her head strengthened as he continued to grind. “Ask me what he was thinking, slave,” he commanded, hot into her ear.

“What was he thinking, Master?”

John let go of her wrists, trusting her to keep them above her head as he lifted her skirt. “That he wants this view right here,” John spoke, looking down at Marlena’s round bottom, accentuated by her black string thong. He grabbed the thong and pulled it back before releasing it, allowing it to snap back between her cheeks, causing Marlena to yelp. “Come on, step out of these panties,” he instructed, bending down and helping her slide her legs, which were still strapped into five inch heels, out of her panties. John took a moment to look down at the beautiful site before him, Marlena’s bare ass bent over in front of him on top of a hotel, in the middle of a party, in the city with her arms above her head in submission. He had never seen something so intensively erotic or someone so intensely beautiful and no one else could fill the special place in his heart he had for her. But this wasn’t the time for romance. No, it was time for Marlena to be fucked properly.

Poising himself at her entrance with one hand and resting the other hand against the back of her shoulder, he pressed his weight against her without yet entering her. This was torture for Marlena, who felt as if her sheer desire for his cock would cause her pussy to suction him inside of her. But John had a few things he wanted to do before giving her what she wanted. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the control, switching the vibrator on.

“OH, Master,” Marlena cried out, her pussy aching to be filled and struggling to be satisfied by the tiny vibrator.

John smacked her hard on the ass, “Who does this ass belong to?” he asked, loud enough for the entire city to hear him, but not really giving a fuck.

“You, Master,” Marlena responded, agreeing to whatever would get her his cock faster.

John smacked her ass again, “And who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Master,” responded again, feeling the heat spread across her bare bottom from the sting of his slaps.

“Good girl, now you’re gonna get this cock,” John spoke, grabbing his dick and prepping for entry.

“Master, wait – the vibrator-“ Marlena tried to warn him, thinking that he forgot to remove the vibrator before entering her. But her plea fell on deaf ears as John slide his hard length into her, pushing the vibrator up into her cervix, as he attempted to shove his entire penis inside her with the vibrator already inside.

“This is gonna be a tight fit, baby,” he spoke oddly tenderly given the circumstances, as he put one hand on her hip and the other around the back of her neck. And then roughly he began to pound, stretching her pussy so much so that the skin around it appeared taut around his cock. Every time he humped her small frame, the vibrator bobbed around, hitting her pussy walls. Marlena began to orgasm uncontrollably, unable to differentiate where one stopped and another began as tears poured down her face. She never felt so loved or fucked so good. All she could see was white, and all she could hear was ringing as John continued to pound into her from behind.

Unable to stave off his release any further, John came inside her, spraying the vibrator, and the inside of Marlena’s pussy, with hot cum. He slid himself out of her, revelling in the “pop” sound that echoed as the head of his dick slid from her gaping hole. Inserting a finger inside her, he pulled out the tiny vibrator which was covered in their combined juices and put it in his pocket.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart, you have patients early in the morning,” John spoke, as he helped her up from the cinder blocks and straightened her dress.