Bought and Trained (20 page)

David put his fingertips at Rose’s lips, now, and Hannah watched him push them gently
inside. Rose gasped as she had to take her master’s three middle fingers into her
mouth. Hannah felt her own wetness come at the shameful sight.

“Mostly,” Master continued, more slowly as he moved his fingers slowly inside Rose’s
little mouth, “married couples concentrate on building their own family lives. Grace
and I played with other couples, and with girls we met in various ways.”

David’s other hand was behind Rose’s head, stroking her hair, but now he gathered
her tresses together and held them back forcefully in his hand, at the same time working
his fingers faster between Rose’s lips, while the submissive sounds continued to come
from her throat.

“But I had always had a fantasy of having a concubine of my very own,” Master said.
“I wanted a girl who had to do what I said, and had to please me in whatever way I
chose, no matter how wicked; a girl I could beat when I wanted, and have when I wanted,
any way I wanted. Other men in the enclave had girls like that. Grace’s father had
a lovely one, of whom Grace has always been very fond.”

Rose’s little cries seemed to grow frantic at these words, as if she were so aroused
she were begging for someone to touch her between her legs.

“She came,” Mistress said, “from a school that was like the Institute, but not as
careful. When my father bought her, she was very inexperienced, I remember, and she
was often breaking rules and being punished, though I suppose that may have been because
she wanted to be punished. This was after I was eighteen myself, which is a kind of
informal rule… Hannah, sweetie, kiss Master’s hand.”

Hannah moved her head forward, and kissed the back of David’s hand, and then his knuckles,
as he held them inside Rose’s mouth.

“Kiss Rose, now,” Master said. Mistress held Hannah’s hair back just as Master was
holding Rose’s, and Hannah obeyed. Rose sobbed into Hannah’s mouth, and they kissed
for a long, long time.

After a lovely dinner of chicken Kiev in the suite’s dining room, overlooking the
beautiful little pond on the grounds of the Institute, surrounded by tall oak trees
that prevented any attempt to see what lay outside those grounds, Master said, “Rose,
why don’t you go get into the red lingerie set, and go back into the big bedroom and
lie on the bed?” He turned to Mistress, and said, “You’ll take Hannah into the little
bedroom, alright?”

“Certainly,” Mistress replied.

“Hannah, honey,” Master said, “please help Rose get into her new things. Then you
can go and wait for Mistress in bed.”

Rose thought she was beginning to understand Master and Mistress’s relationship a
bit. They clearly loved one another very deeply, but they seemed free of possessive
feelings about one another. Perhaps, Rose thought, when people grow up surrounded
by everything they could ever want, they understand possessions differently. To own
a concubine—to
own
a concubine—didn’t mean that you were possessive, but that you could enjoy yourself
in a way you wouldn’t otherwise be able to enjoy yourself. For Rose to
belong
to David and Grace as a possession like that, as a birthday present, didn’t mean that
David and Grace loved each other any less; it meant that they had the means to create
a completely different kind of household.

As she took off her nightgown and began to put on the lacy red panties, with their
matching red suspender-belt corset and white stockings, she realized that she had
never even considered that there might be families that were different, while still
being families. She remembered what Mistress had said about the concubine Mistress’
father had.

“Hannah,” Rose whispered as Hannah stood behind her, lacing up the corset, “they seem…
nice, don’t they?”

“Yes!” Hannah said. “I love them!”

“Is she… is Mistress… a… um… switch, do you think?”

“I think she must be.”

“Did she spank very hard?”

“Not as hard as Master N!”

“Do you think she’s going to spank you again, now?”

Hannah giggled as she finished the lacing. “Maybe.”

“Oh, Hannah, I love you,” Rose said. “You make everything seem so… so OK.”

“I’m going to get in bed now, alright?”

Rose nodded. She put on the stockings and clipped them to the suspenders on the corset.
Then she ran to the bed and kissed Hannah on the cheek. “See you later?”

Hannah smiled and nodded back. Feeling a knot in the pit of her stomach that was somehow
both scared and thrilled, Rose walked slowly out of the door of the little bedroom.
Master and Mistress were sitting on the couch, holding hands and talking quietly.
When she emerged from the little bedroom, they turned to look at her.

“Lovely,” said Mistress. “Just lovely. Are you happy, my love?”

Master kissed Mistress, while Rose stood there, uncertainly. “Thank you,” said Master.
“Grace… just, thank you.”

“Thank
you
, David, for my sweet Hannah!” Mistress stood up, and walked over to Rose. She took
Rose’s hands in her own, then leaned down and kissed Rose on the lips, tenderly. “Lovely
Rose,” Mistress said, “I hope you can learn to be content, the way my aunt Sally did.
Your master is a wonderful man, and I think we will all be very happy together.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Rose said, timidly, looking at the floor the way she should.

“You’re a good girl, Rose,” Mistress said. “We know, because we’ve watched you. But
we know you’re still a little sad.” Mistress kissed Rose again. “I think we can help
you learn to enjoy the way you are made. I hope that makes sense. You may look at
me, by the way.”

Rose looked into her tanned face, with its beautiful hazel eyes looking at her in
concern, but also possessively. “Yes, Mistress,” she said.

Mistress kissed Rose again, and stroked her cheek briefly. Then she went into the
little bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

Rose cast her eyes to the floor, lost in thought for a long moment. It seemed to happen
to her very often these days; she supposed she had always been a bit of a daydreamer,
but since Master Leo had come for her, she could slip into a reverie that went on
and on, just looking at the floor and waiting for her master to tell her what would
please him. Was that what Mistress meant by contentment?

“Rose?” she heard his voice across the room.

“Yes, Master?”

“Shouldn’t you be getting into bed?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Master… it’s just… When Mistress…”

“That’s alright, Rose,” Master said with a little chuckle. “She’s a very arresting
woman, isn’t she?”

“Oh, yes, Master. She… I…” Rose felt herself blush. “I like her very much, if that’s
alright.”

She heard him cross the room, saw his feet come into her field of vision, felt his
hand on her neck again.

“Look at me, Rose,” he said. She obeyed, and saw in his blue eyes that it was alright.
“I am glad.” He bent his head down, and kissed her, hard and long, running his right
hand all over her body, lingering on her breasts, and between her thighs, feeling,
she was sure, the way the lace claimed her charms for his pleasure. “Into bed now,
girl,” he said when he had broken the kiss.

Rose turned her eyes back to the floor, and turned her body toward the door of the
big bedroom, in obedience.

When Master entered the room, he was naked once again, and Rose could see his cock
begin to stir and rise as he came toward the bed. Her new master’s cock was not as
big as Master N’s or Master Leo’s, but, somehow, knowing that it was the cock of the
man who had purchased her for his pleasure made a thrill go through her body where
she lay on the bed in the wicked garments he had bought for her.

Master stood next to the bed and said, softly, “Rose, we are going to fuck now.”

“Yes, Master,” she responded, breathless at the note of command in his voice, and
at the way his refined way of speaking had suddenly expanded (not changed—for he said
‘fuck’ in the most refined way imaginable) to include such humiliating coarseness.

“Turn over, and get that backside up, right here in front of me. You’re going to get
a fucking with your panties on, to teach you that I don’t care whether your little
cunt is covered up or not. Have you ever been fucked with your panties on, girl?”

“No, Master,” Rose’s heart fluttered as she complied with his command, getting onto
her hands and knees and presenting her rear as Master N had taught her, back arched
and knees a little more than shoulder-width apart. Why did it make her feel so submissive
to be told that her master would put his cock in her even when she was wearing panties?

“Well, you’re going to get very used to it. To fuck a pretty little cunt in red lace
is just about the most heavenly thing in the world, as far as I’m concerned.”

Rose felt her master’s hand on her bottom, cupping possessively around both cheeks,
caressing gently. “It’s very hard to believe, Rose, I must confess, that you really
are mine, but I feel sure I shall get used to it.”

Then to her uncomfortable surprise, David began to spank her, with his open palm.

Rose cried out as he gave her spank after spank, in a steady, but quickening, rhythm.
She was desperate to know why her master was spanking her, but all she could do was
take the reasonless chastisement and keep her bottom high the way she should.

At last, when her backside felt very tender, still without a word, she felt David
running his fingers under the lacy material that didn’t cover her bottom as much as
it showed that as his concubine she was not allowed to have it covered—the thin strip
between her bottom cheeks that widened just a bit as it ran forward and marked her
pussy out, too, as a wealthy man’s property. Her master pulled that strip aside, and
held it out of the way, across her right bottom cheek, while he put the head of his
cock at the entrance to Rose’s pussy.

Then David entered his new concubine in the place where his cock could give Rose pleasure,
as well as himself. He rode her with an easy rhythm, resting his right hand, which
still held the gusset of her panties in its fingers, upon her bottom, and grasping
the laces of the corset with his left, to control Rose’s own movements upon her master’s
cock. Each time he thrust all the way into her, Rose felt his hips against her spanked
bottom, and gave a little whimper.

“Do you know why I spanked you, Rose?” David asked, his breathing coming a bit harshly
in his pleasure.

“No… no, Master,” Rose replied, with difficulty.

“Because I could,” her master said, simply, “and because I like to spank girls. You
are going to have to get used to being spanked, because I can spank you whenever I
like now, since you are my birthday present.”

“Oh, God…” Rose cried. David’s words seemed to make the pleasure in her pussy grow
until it was almost too much.

“How does that make you feel, Rose?” David grunted, as his thrusts became more spasmodic
and uneven, which Rose could already tell was the sign that he was close to coming.
“How does that make your little cunt feel, when I fuck it the way a master should
fuck his little concubine’s cunt?”

“Oh, Master… Master… I… I can’t…” Rose cried, and then she had to scream, “Please,
may I come?”

“No, Rose, you may not,” said David, and came himself, letting the panties fall from
his fingers and holding both her hips in an almost-painful grasp as he jerked out
his climax against her still-blazing bottom.

He released her hips and withdrew, and left her there for a moment. She heard him
get something from a little table, and then he returned. The gusset of the lace panties
was still across her right bottom cheek, so that she knew he could see her charms
laid out before him: her glistening, hairless pussy; her cringing virginal anus above
it.

“I want you to think about your ass-night now, Rose,” David said quietly, and she
heard a click, and buzzing sound, and then something was entering her there, where
her master would, someday soon, put his cock. “It’s your cute little pink vibrator,
Rose. Master Leo gave it to me, because I own you now.”

Rose gave a little sob, and without willing it, tried to make her anus tight against
the vibrator. But her master insisted, and finally, with another sob, Rose took what
she had to take, much deeper than she had ever pushed it into herself, those nights
in bed alone.

Rose could do nothing but whimper with every breath, so overwhelming was the feeling
in her bottom, and when David began to push his fingers into her pussy, and touch
her clitoris with his other hand, she had no choice but to scream, “Master, please!”

“Shh,” said David, withdrawing the vibrator, and taking his hand from her pussy. “You
are going to beg me to put the vibrator back, so that you may come with it deep inside
you.”

Rose felt herself rebelling against the terrible, shameful thought. In her mind she
heard Miss Abigail saying, “Your pleasure comes second.” Now her master was showing
her the way he claimed that pleasure, and made it wicked, because Rose was a naughty
girl who put things in her bottom.

“Oh, God…” Rose said.

“Beg me, you wicked girl,” David said quietly but forcefully. He spanked her. She
whimpered.

“Beg me, or I’ll get the cane, Rose.”

“Master… Master, please…”

“I hope you’re going to say, ‘Please put it in my ass,’” David said, and spanked her
again.

“Please put it in my ass, Master,” Rose sobbed.

“Why, Rose?”

“Oh, God…” Rose felt her pussy clenching uncontrollably, felt her hips working up
and down, desperate for relief.

David spanked her again. “Why do you want your little vibrator all the way up your
ass, Rose?”

“Because I want to come with it inside me!”

Rose screamed as she felt the tip returning to her, entering her, filling her, deeper
and deeper. The buzzing of it inside her made her breath come so quickly she thought
she would hyperventilate. Then at last her master returned his fingers to her pussy.