The Master - Chapter 18

[jessmartin]

After Literotica in English, and TodoRelatos in Spanish, this is the third page where I complete the publication of this series, a series that is the central axis of almost all my publications. I've already published two other series, plus several independent stories about some of the characters that appear here, and I have two series going on developing in this small universe that I've created.

I will try to publish all that material little by little, alternating it with more stories of the Medieval Fair and other self-conclusive stories.

Thank you very much for reading my stories and for the comments you leave.

The Master - Chapter 18 - Taylor's Decision

I park in the same area as always, on the edge of the Griffith Park and as I do every day when I get home since I moved to this area ten years ago, I look up at the Griffith Observatory building that presides over the hills surrounding the neighborhood.

I could have tried to park closer to my apartment building and avoid the cold and rain that has plagued Los Angeles for the past two days, but I don't mind getting wet and the cold reminds me of my childhood in Boston, although I don't remember such intense cold in early spring in the more than ten years I've lived here.

One of the things I like most about this particular area is that, due to the location of the Observatory, it has a different lighting at night to the rest of the city, without this having led to an increase in insecurity, although today, probably because of what has happened over the last few days, I feel a little strange.

As I approach my building, I can't help but have the feeling that someone is watching me, even at times I seem to see someone following me. When I reach the door of my building, two men approach me in silence, although I immediately recognize them and quickly calm down.

"Good evening, Miss Pryde;" one of them greets me. "I'm Inspector Mckoy and this is Inspector Drake."

"Less formalisms Peter;" I interrupt him. "We've known each other for a long time."

"Good evening, Arthur;" I greet his companion. "What are you doing here at this hour?" I ask them somewhat angry at their presence.

"Lieutenant Rogers sent us to keep an eye on you;" Peter replies. "Some of Leroy's men have escaped and he's worried they'll come after you;" he explains.

"Not even in your dreams are you going to be escorting me;" I answer now very angrily. "You can go home and tell Edward that I don't need babysitters;" I order them opening the door of the building to go inside.

"I'm sorry Taylor, but the orders come from the top;" Arthur tells me who until now hasn't spoken. "Margaret and the Chief of Police have decided, we are just following orders."

"Good night, Arthur, good night, Peter;" I say good night to them without another word, closing the door in their faces.

When I get to the door of my apartment and see the amount of mail accumulated, that's when I realize that I have been away from home for ten days, the last four practically without leaving the office, only to give a couple of press conferences with the Chief of Police to report all the details about the arrest of Leroy and his henchmen.

I do not bother to read the mail, I leave it on the living room table and go straight to the shower, although the prosecutor's office building has several rooms with showers and beds to use in situations like the one that has happened these days, I have hardly used them more than absolutely essential.

I get out of the shower and get dressed in a simple pair of pajama shorts, leaving my breasts in the air, it's at that moment when I notice the cold coming through the open window and I go over to close it. While I close the window, I look at the street and I see the two inspectors sheltering from the rain under one of the roofs; just when I close the window, I see a few meters away a couple of men in suits, I'm sure they are not policemen, although they don't look like Leroy's men either, they look like military or bodyguards.

I ignore the presence of the two men and head to my bedroom, despite the accumulated tiredness of the last few days I'm hardly sleepy, and I lie down on my bed with my laptop with the idea of continuing to look at all the documentation that has arrived about Leroy. As soon as I turn on the computer, I start receiving messages to my private email, I'm going to ignore them all when one of them catches my attention because of its heading, 'ONLY FOR YOUR EYES;' the same heading as the email that arrived with all the information about Leroy.

I open the mail and find a dozen videos and a small presentation text:

"Good evening, Taylor.

I'm sending you the recorded videos of your stay in Palace, you can keep them or delete them, your decision.

Caleb."

I start to open the videos attached to the email, practically everything I did those days in the Palace is shown in them, and I say practically, because none of the moments I shared with Caleb appear in the videos.

"Damn you're Caleb;" I scream slamming the lid of the computer.

The worst thing about all this isn't that Caleb seems to want to forget what happened, the worst thing is that I've been getting horny watching the video clips. I open the computer again and look for a particular video, as soon as I start playing it, I bring my hand to my pussy and start stroking myself.

I see myself tied standing upright to the bedposts, my body is shiny with sweat and my ragged breathing causes my tits to move up and down, the image stays fixed on me for several seconds, until Vincent enters the shot playing with his cock to get it hard.

The scene is rawer than I remembered, without a hint of romance, after whipping me with a leather whip for more than twenty minutes, Vincent gets behind me and starts to fuck me fast and hard, until he cums in my pussy, then he unties me and throws me on the bed placing his head between my legs.

I close my eyes, imagining that it is Vincent's mouth and not my hand that is caressing my pussy, reaching orgasm practically at the same time as I do in the video. I don't remove my fingers from my pussy, I continue to masturbate despite having reached orgasm.

The video looks more like a porn movie than a home video, I don't know if the rest of the videos will be the same, but in this one it is obvious that it has been recorded with more than one camera, and with someone in charge of exchanging them and zooming in and out when he thinks it is necessary.

As embarrassed as I am to see my pussy filled with Vincent's cum in the foreground, I can't help but come to another orgasm, at which point I decide to turn off the computer and try to get some sleep.

I must be much more tired than I thought, when I wake up its almost noon, and although it's late to go for a run, as I usually wake up before ten o'clock, when I look out the window and see that the sky is still cloudy, I decide to go for a run.

Just as I finish getting dressed, a video call from Yaiza comes in on the computer and I sit down to answer it.

"Good morning, Taylor;" she greets me with a smile. "I hope you've had a good night..."

Yaiza interrupts the sentence in the middle and turns to talk to someone, at the moment I see Niama appear on the screen.

"Are you going to go for a run in the cold weather?" Niama asks me, shivering despite the turtleneck sweater she is wearing.

"You can't go for a run;" Yaiza yells at me! "I forbid you!"

I'm about to switch off the computer when Irene appears on the screen reassuring Yaiza and Niama.

"We've already talked about it;" she tells them in a firm voice. "I have sent one of my best bodyguards to take care of you;" she continues to speak to me, gesturing at me when she notices that I am going to interrupt her.

"I assure you that it will go unnoticed;" Irene comments to me. "At least a lot more than the two security agents of the Embassy that Yaiza sent you last night."

I can't help but smile as I remember the two huge men in suits, I saw when I closed the window. "I don't need the police or your bodyguards;" I tell them angrily. "Besides, you have seen in the Palace that I can take care of myself."

"Don't take this as a joke Taylor;" Irene scolds me. "Leroy is much more dangerous than you think and has very important people protecting him."

"Was it Caleb who sent me the information?" I ask them.

'You'll have to ask him;" Yaiza replies that she doesn't stop fighting with Niama as if they were two kids.

I smiled to see Yaiza with such joy, after the way she left the night several days ago in 'The Cave'.

"Gretchel is not going to stray from you, whether you want to or not;" tells me Irene. "If she likes you maybe she'll show you all her abilities;" adds between the laughter of Yaiza and Niama.

I cut the connection and go down to the street, as soon as I go out the door, I find the two inspectors waiting for me, with a beautiful blonde talking to the two men in suits a few meters from the door.

"Fucking hell Taylor, where do you think you're going;" Arthur asks me.

"To run for a couple of hours like I do almost every Saturday and Sunday of the year;" I explain. "And you are not going to accompany me."

"I'll go with you, Miss Taylor;" says the bodyguard sent by Irene, approaching us.

"My name is Gretchel Gustafson, and I work for Miss Dior, I'm going to be her bodyguard until further notice even if she doesn't want me to, and I assure you that if I have to oblige, I'll enjoy doing it."

"Go unnoticed;" I tell myself, it is impossible that with her six foot two inches, her light blue eyes, her curly blonde hair and her body full of curves that she could go unnoticed, although I doubt anyone would think she's a bodyguard.

"We'll take care of her security;" says Inspector Drake, unable to take his eyes off the slender blonde.

"You haven't even detected the presence of the two men I sent, I don't know how you're going to protect her;" Gretchel tells them. "Besides, there is nothing to discuss;" she tells them handing them a piece of paper.

"Damn it!" Arthur exclaims, passing the paper to Peter, who reacts the same way.

"I'm sorry Taylor;" Peter says, handing the paper back to Gretchel. "But the Chief Commissioner and Prosecutor Margaret have decided that we will watch your house, but that she will be in charge of your personal security."

I ignore Peter's words, and I start running in the direction of the park, if I decided to go for a run, it was not only because I do it every Saturday and Sunday that I have free, but because I knew that neither the two inspectors, nor the two agents of the Embassy were going to be able to follow me.

As soon as I get a few meters away I look back and am surprised to see Gretchel handing her coat to one of the two agents, revealing a set of sportswear and starting to run after me.

Seeing her coming increases the pace, but to my surprise not only do I not move away from her, but I have her closer and closer, until a few meters from entering the park I have her running by my side.

"You're not going to get rid of me this way;" Gretchel tells me. "For you information, I was a silver medalist in heptathlon at the Rio Olympics Games before I started working with Miss Dior."

For the next twenty minutes we walk through the park without saying a word to each other, mingling with the other people who are quietly exercising. Seeing that Gretchel has relaxed a little, as soon as we reach the foot of the observatory I suddenly speed up, darting through the trees with the intention of throwing her off the scent.

I know this area well, I've been there several times, it's a small labyrinth of vegetation through which you can cut through and cross the park to the side. As soon as I get out of the park and reach the street, I start walking quietly, confident that I've lost Gretchel's attention.

Suddenly, as I pass through an alleyway, strong hands grab me and pull me inside, pushing me out of sight of the people and slamming me hard against the wall.

"You think you are very smart;" Gretchel yells at me. "Miss Dior has commissioned me to ensure your safety and I assure you that I will not disappoint her, even if that means having to tie you to the bed so that you do not leave the house or walk with a leash;" she tells me lowering the tone of her voice.

Knowing Irene and the way she trains, I do not doubt that Gretchel is capable of doing it, although I try to struggle with her to let me go.

"Although I prefer that my clients collaborate of their own free will and let me watch them very closely;" she points out to me, starting to move her hands under the top and between my panties.

"Stop!" I shout at her, though as soon as her fingers touch my pussy a shiver runs through my body.

Gretchel not only does not stop, but while she holds me with one of her hands against the wall, with the other she lowers my pants and panties and places her mouth at the height of my pussy.

After the five days in the Palace, full of sex and orgasms, the last four days I've barely had time to even masturbate, my last relief was a few hours ago watching the video of Vincent fucking me. Gretchel's tongue explores my pussy deeply and her fingers caress my clitoris exciting me more and more, to the point that I don't even realize that she has stopped holding me against the wall.

"Fuck yes!" I exclaim loudly. "Don't stop, I need to cum!"

Gretchel does not stop at her games, and soon I notice how orgasm is forming inside me, suddenly, she withdraws and without saying anything she pulls up my panties and pants, and stands up smiling.

"If you behave well, I'll let you orgasm as soon as we've finished training at the gym;" Gretchel tells me. "Now let's keep running, you've barely done half the usual route."

"I wasn't kidding about the leash;" she tells me when she sees that I don't react.

I resume the march completely excited, the simple touch of my thighs when running causes light moans to escape from my mouth, before Gretchel's funny look. After what happened in the last few days, I'm not surprised that the bodyguard knows exactly what route I usually take and which gym I go to next.

I'm surprised to arrive at the gym and find it completely empty, although that fact doesn't seem to surprise Gretchel at all.

"As long as this whole situation lasts, we'll have the gym to ourselves," Gretchel tells me.

I decide to ignore her as I try to forget about my excitement as well, and start doing my usual exercise routine. For the next hour I am barely aware of Gretchel's presence, only when a towel hits my back, I turn around and see her smiling at me.

"Miss Dior tells me that you are very good at martial arts and that you defeated Yaiza;" Gretchel comments to me. "Defeat me and I'll tell Miss Dior that you don't need a babysitter;" she proposes pointing to the tatami.

Half an hour after stepping on the tatami, I am exhausted, bruised, humiliated and very embarrassed by the ease with which Gretchel has knocked me down time and time again, at no time have I ever come close to being able to beat her.

Luckily for me, Gretchel doesn't want to gloat any more than necessary, and the last time she knocks me down, she doesn't even help me up, she leaves me lying on the tatami and heads for the showers.

It takes me a few seconds to get up and follow her, while I shower, I keep looking at the door waiting for Gretchel to enter willing to pick up where we left off in the alley and give me the long-awaited orgasm, but none of that happens, and what's worse is that I feel so tired after the hours of training that I don't even have the strength to masturbate.

When we leave the gym, a car is waiting for us with the two Embassy agents beside us.

"I thought you'd have little desire to walk home;" Gretchel tells me, opening the car door for me.

I get in the car and Gretchel sits behind the wheel, starting the car and leaving the two agents standing there.

"You're good Taylor;" Gretchel tells me. "You've been about to throw me several times, with a little more training you'll become as good as me or as Miss Dior."

We greet the two inspectors when we arrived at the building, and quickly went up to my apartment, while Gretchel starts browsing the books in my small library, I go to my bedroom lying on the bed and falling asleep immediately.

When I wake up, night has fallen, it raining heavily again, and when I look out the window, the normally bustling streets are completely deserted, except for the two police inspectors and the two embassy officers.

I go out to the dining room and find Gretchel preparing the table with food from a Creole restaurant near my apartment.

"Have you also investigated what I like for dinner?" I ask Gretchel angrily.

"Surely, they have;" she replies without further ado. "That's none of my business, although in this case, all I needed was to see all the tickets you had on the table;" she adds, gesturing for me to take a seat.

"I'm sorry to be so rude;" I say to Gretchel. "But this whole situation is beyond me;" I add, popping a piece of jambalaya into my mouth.

"This is better than sex!" I say aloud ignoring Gretchel's presence.

"When you want, we discuss it;" Gretchel replies causing me to almost choke.

For the next hour we enjoy the half dozen dishes Gretchel has ordered, starting with the turtle soup and ending with the panacas cake without leaving a trace of the jambalaya, the Creole chicken, the quiche or the blackened salmon.

"I want to go to 'The Cave' tonight;" I say to Gretchel as I savor a drink of the sazerac I've poured.

"All right;" she calmly answers me to my surprise. "I haven't been going for a while;" she adds smiling.

In less than half an hour we are crossing the side door of 'The Cave', being greeted by Lady Venus as the previous time.

"Welcome Miss Gustafson, it is a pleasure to see you again after so long;" greets Lady Venus.

"Welcome, Miss Pryde;" she greets me. "We have a pending talk;" she adds reminding me that on my first visit she promised to tell me that she knew me if I returned to 'The Cave'.

Lady Venus guides us to the huge dressing room full of closets, when I open it, I see a closed bag with a label with my name on it, I look at Gretchel and I see that she also has a bag with her name on it.

As I get dressed, Lady Venus enters the locker room, and as she approaches me, she removes her mask revealing her face. At first, I don't recognize her, but as soon as I see the scar that crosses from her forehead to under her eye, I let out a little gasp of surprise.

"Camile?" I ask in surprise.

"That's me, Miss Pryde;" she replies as she sits next to me. "I never could thank you for freeing me from that brothel and locking up all those pigs;" she adds with teary eyes at the memory.

It was one of my first cases almost seven years ago, Camile was barely eighteen years old, she had been forcibly brought from Mexico and forced into prostitution, she managed to contact the prosecutor's office and thanks to the evidence she provided we dismantled several groups of trafficking women, although we didn't manage to prevent one of the men from slashing her face.

"How did you get all this?" I ask her again, although I soon realize the answer. "The money that never turned up, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Pryde;" she replies, getting up and putting on her mask again. "Ask me for anything you need, I'll be happy to help you."

I smile at Camile's words and meet Gretchel, who as I expected looks spectacular, with a set of corset, boots, stockings and mask all in bright red leather.

When we enter the huge club lounge, unlike my first visit I decide not to sit down, accompanied by Gretchel, I walk around all the sites, discovering numerous doors that lead to smaller rooms where sexual encounters of all kinds take place.

I stop especially in one of the rooms, where a young woman is stretched out on a wooden structure, surrounded by at least half a dozen women who do not stop playing with her body, two of them drop hot wax on her, while two others beat her with small leather whips, the last two are fucking her pussy and her mouth.

Although this show is exciting me a lot, it is not what has caused me to stop to observe, it has been the other scene that takes place in the room, through a door in front of where I am, I have seen how two young couples agree, who quickly tilt one of them on a table and tie it up, leaving her completely exposed, then they leave the room, leaving them there.

At the moment through another door a man enters, who without wasting time stands behind one of the girls and begins to fuck her.

Seeing my curiosity, Gretchel grabs my hand and introduces me into the living room, leading me to a couch, where two other girls are sitting watching. To my surprise, Gretchel does not sit next to me, takes off her corset and joins the six girls who do not stop playing with the helpless young woman.

She starts fucking her so that she is in front of me, looking at me at all times, as if she wants to challenge me to join her, although I do not know well in what role. The two girls next to me have started kissing and masturbating watching the show, I am also very quoted, but I dare not let myself go.

Gretchel spends the next five minutes fucking the bound girl, not stopping until she reaches an intense orgasm, then comes out of her pussy and approaches me, I can see the fake cock tied to her waist shining from the orgasm of the bound girl and I can't help but wish I was in her place.

Instead of approaching me, Gretchel approaches the two young women next to me and offers them her hand, they hesitate for a few seconds, but in the end, they get up and take off each other's corsets, as soon as they are naked four of the women approach them, while the other two untie their exhausted and exhausted victim and sit her next to me after dressing her in the corset.

I don't know what the two girls were expecting, but from their reaction not what happens next, one of them is taken to the table and bent over it, being restrained in a few seconds, once in that position she barely has to wait a couple of minutes for a man to walk through the door and start fucking her.

Her friend watches on as she is strapped to the wooden structure and begins to be treated like the young girl before her. Gretchel is the first of the seven girls to fuck her and bring her to orgasm.

This time I can't help but bring my hand to my pussy and start masturbating, next to me, and despite the half dozen orgasms she's already had, the young girl seems to have recovered and is also playing with her pussy. I look at her red, swollen pussy, her body covered in fine whip marks and still covered in traces of wax and I can't help but speed up the rhythm of my fingers and come to orgasm.

When I recover from my climax, Gretchel is standing in front of me offering me her hand, like an automaton I stand up and let her remove my corset, taking my hand she leads me to the table where the young woman sitting next to me is being fucked by a different man, before reaching the table, Gretchel stops and changes direction leading me to the wooden structure that has been freed again.

Before I get to the table, something happens in my head, and without knowing why, I push Gretchel and run out of the room. I run for a couple of minutes, and when I stop, I don't know if I'm in the main hall or in any of the rooms, all I know is that everyone around me is watching me like hungry wolves.

Suddenly I realize that I am naked, and therefore anyone can approach me and use me as they wish, two boys do not waste time and approach me, with their cocks ready to fuck me.

Before they reach me, I panic and shout the word of security that Lady Venus told me, while I do it, I feel like I get dizzy and hands hold me so that I do not fall to the ground.

When I regain consciousness, I find myself in the dressing room with Gretchel and Lady Venus by my side.

"Take her home and don't let her go anywhere tomorrow;" Lady Venus orders Gretchel in a tone I didn't expect. "She's been under a lot of stress for several days and needs to relax."

Gretchel doesn't even answer Lady Venus, she reaches for my clothes and starts undressing to leave, I'm so nervous and exhausted that when she's fully dressed, I haven't started yet, and she has to help me get dressed.

I barely hear about the trip home, and I only seem to recover a little when Gretchel wraps me in my bed as if I were a little girl.

"Rest Taylor;" she says giving me a kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry for what happened tonight, it won't happen again, it's clear you're not ready for that world yet."

I hear Gretchel's words, but I don't understand them, I'm going to ask her what she means, but she gets up and leaves the room leaving me alone.

Once alone in my bedroom, it takes me only a few minutes to fall asleep, and again, as has happened to me several times in the last few days, I sleep for hours, waking up late in the afternoon.

I put on my usual shorts and head to the dining room, where I find Gretchel quietly watching TV, as soon as I see her, I cover my tits a little embarrassed, provoking laughter from the beautiful blonde.

"I don't know what your plans are for tonight, Taylor;" Gretchel says to me. "But the storm is raging and it's not advisable to leave the house;" she explains as she keeps changing the channel on the TV.

I sit next to her and we spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies on TV, although I'm looking forward to Gretchel touching me, she doesn't make any gesture to approach me, and I dare not take the first step. Only when we finish the dinner, we have ordered this time from an Italian restaurant, Gretchel sits next to me and begins to caress me.

"I'm sick of watching movies;" she says, getting up from the couch. "I'm going to bed, are you coming?"

I can't help but smile when I hear Gretchel's words, the only bed in my apartment is the one in my bedroom, she has had to sleep on the couch.

I stand up and taking her by the hand I lead her to my bedroom, starting to kiss as soon as we walk through the door.

"No games, Gretchel;" I say breaking the kiss.

"Alright Taylor;" she replies pushing me down on the bed and getting on top of me.

Just like the last day at the Palace with Yaiza, Gretchel and I behave like two simple lovers, focusing on giving each other pleasure, forgetting about anything else.

We have only been kissing for five minutes, when I realize the many differences between the two situations, Yaiza is ardent and passionate, but she is still an eighteen-year-old girl accustomed mainly to dealing with slave girls who give themselves completely to her. Gretchel on the other hand is much more experienced, she uses her tongue, her fingers, her hands in ways that I would never have imagined, quickly bringing me to orgasm

The night progresses slowly between kisses and caresses, Gretchel not only gives me pleasure, she teaches me how to give it to her, and if I am guided by the moans and orgasms that I tear from her, I must not be a bad student. The only thing I don't get all night is to take control of the situation, it's always Gretchel who stands on top of me, kisses me all over my body and brings me to orgasm whenever she wants.

The alarm clock surprises us hugging in bed, we are both exhausted and sweaty, without having slept all night. For a few moments I'm tempted not to get up, but the messages start coming to the phone, and in the end, I get out of bed leaving Gretchel lying down.

"Aren't you getting up?" I ask her before heading for the shower.

"No;" she replies stretching out in bed. "The inspectors will watch you at work, I will pick you up at the exit accompanied by Yaiza, I think she wants to take you shopping."

I shower quickly and go down to the street where the two inspectors are waiting for me, leaning on the car. I say good morning to them and notice how they both smile when they see me.

Neither of them says anything until we're on the road, but as soon as they start talking, I realize they're going to have some fun at my expense.

"You're looking grim, Taylor;" Arthur says to me. "You look like you haven't had much sleep."

"I'm sure you wouldn't have slept much either with a blonde like that Gretchel by your side;" Peter points out with a chuckle.

"Fuck off!" I shout at them, taking some headphones out of my bag to put them on so I don't hear their comments.

My face must be much worse than I imagined, as soon as I walk through the door and meet Carmen, she takes me by the hand and leads me to one of the women's toilets pulling a small vanity case out of a cupboard.

"I know you don't like to put on makeup, but I assure you that today you will thank me;" she tells me, placing me in front of the mirror.

I let out a scream when I see my face in the mirror, not only because of the dark circles I have, but because my face seems to scream to everyone that I have spent the night fucking. Luckily Carmen does an excellent job and when we leave the bathroom I look like a completely different woman.

"Thank you very much;" I say to Carmen when I arrive at my office.

"I don't want you to thank me, Taylor;" Carmen replies. "I want you to tell me everything, and without leaving you any details;" she adds.

Luckily for me, Angela and Inspector Rogers enter the office and free me from Carmen's interrogation.

The morning goes on forever, with constant phone calls and meetings to continue preparing Leroy's case, and coffee is the only thing that keeps me on my feet. When it gets close to three in the afternoon, I'm surprised to see Carmen enter my office accompanied by Yaiza and Gretchel.

"We've come to rescue you;" Yaiza says, coming up to me and giving me a hug.

Gretchel stands in the doorway next to Carmen, who looks at me with a wide smile on her lips.

"See you tomorrow boss;" Carmen says to me. "I hope you get more rest tonight than yesterday;" she adds closing the door behind her.

"Witch!" I exclaim even though I know Carmen can't hear me.

"Get up quickly;" Yaiza tells me, "I'm going to take you to eat and after shopping, you can't go on TV again in those old-fashioned outfits."

Despite my protests, we go to eat at an Arab restaurant, owned by Yaiza's family, where we can taste all the typical dishes of the Emirate, then we go to Beverly Hills, where I cannot help but buy half a dozen expensive suits and several more sets of clothes, shoes, and even lingerie.

If I thought Yaiza could not surprise me more, I was wrong, she does it again by stopping for dinner at a McDonald's ignoring Gretchel's protests. The night is over us after dinner, and when leaving the hamburger restaurant, I think they are going to take me home, they do not, after half an hour of travel, luckily driving Gretchel, we arrive at the beach of Malibu, stopping at one of the houses on the beach.

Yaiza gets out of the car and I do it behind her, when I stop waiting for Gretchel, she starts the car away from the house, I turn to look at Yaiza who does not seem surprised by the reaction of the bodyguard.

"I have no intention of sharing you with anyone tonight;" she says, holding my hand and leading me to the back of the house, to a huge indoor pool.

Before reaching the water, I stop suddenly and drawing Yaiza towards me, I push her against the wall holding her firmly with my body while I begin to caress her.

"You're a bad girl who needs to be punished;" I tell her, bringing my hand to her pussy finding it completely wet.

Yaiza tries to return the caresses, but I hold her hands and lift them over her head, quickly fastening them to chains that adorn the walls of the garden.

"You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this to you while we were in the Palace;" I tell Yaiza a few steps away from her to enjoy herself while she struggles against her restrictions. "I'm sure you have some toys around here;" I add by going around the garden.

It takes me a few minutes to find what I'm looking for, I pick up three or four toys and return to Yaiza, who looks at me with a mixture of fear and excitement on her face.

"You won't dare!" Yaiza shouts at me in a threatening tone.

I don't answer her threat, I simply walk over to her and start cutting off her clothes with a pair of scissors, leaving her naked in less than a minute. Her pussy glistens with wetness and her nipples are hard, helping me with what I have in mind next.

I bring my mouth to her tits, kissing and biting them, focusing especially on her nipples, I notice how Yaiza's body trembles under my caresses, and the first moans escape between her lips.

Those moans are replaced by a small scream, followed by a more intense one when I close two metal tweezers joined by a golden chain on each of her nipples. I pull the chain upwards, until it is brought to Yaiza's mouth, forcing her to hold it with her teeth.

"If you drop it, I'll have to punish you;" I warn Yaiza as I kneel between her legs bringing my face closer to her pussy.

My tongue makes its way between her wet lips, as my fingers gently pinch her clitoris, I'm sure Yaiza will drop the chain before she reaches her first orgasm.

My suspicions are formed in a few minutes, when after taking a small bite on her bulging clitoris, an intense moan escapes from her mouth letting the chain fall down.

I get up and move away from Yaiza, leaving her on the verge of orgasm, I take two of the toys I have brought and support one of them in her pussy holding her with a strap to one of her thighs, I start the vibrator at a speed that will not allow me to cum. I bring the other one to his mouth pressing against her lips.

Yaiza shakes her head and protests in silence, trying to prevent her from forcing the huge between her lips.

"Come on Yaiza, don't resist;" I tell her. "Imagine it's Vincent's cock."

Yaiza tries to kick me without success, causing me only to get behind her and keep trying to force the dildo into her mouth.

"The truth is that it is something smaller than Vincent's cock;" I comment to Yaiza taking the dildo into my mouth to see if what I say is true. "But it will be good for you to practice."

Yaiza continues to try to avoid the, until tired of her resistance pull the chain that joins the tweezers of her nipples causing her to scream in pain and taking advantage of the circumstance to force the between her lips.

"I won't let you run until you swallow it whole;" I point to Yaiza.

At my threat Yaiza seemed to start to cooperate, licking and kissing the dildo as if it were a real cock, slowly swallowing it until she had almost six inches of rubber cock in her mouth. While Yaiza has been trying to take the cock all the way down her throat, I've increased the speed of the vibrator in her pussy, finally bringing her to orgasm.

"That wasn't bad for the first cock you've ever sucked;" I tell Yaiza, releasing her restrictions and then jumping into the pool.

Yaiza takes several minutes to recover from the intense orgasm, as soon as she does she jumps into the water and swims towards me, who have been waiting for her sitting on the edge of the pool or a while.

As soon as Yaiza reaches me, she separates my legs with her hands and begins to play with her tongue on my pussy and with her hands on my tits. It didn't take long for us to lie next to each other, giving each other pleasure. The dildo I've forced Yaiza to swallow is soon coming in and out of my pussy, along with a similar one in my ass.

The passion moves from the pool to Yaiza's bedroom, where after several more orgasms we end up cuddling and caressing each other.

Yaiza is about to say something to me, but I interrupt her before she can say anything.

"I know what you want to talk to me about;" I point out to Yaiza. "The Arab restaurant with the typical food of the Emirate, the clothes ordered to measure days ago. I'm sorry, but now I don't want to talk about Caleb, maybe when we wake up."

I do not talk about Caleb with Yaiza, neither when we wake up nor during the following days, only the nights in the company of Gretchel allow me to escape a little from work and continue to maintain a small connection with what happened in the Palace those increasingly distant days in my mind and my memory.
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As soon as I enter the main hall of the mansion in downtown Los Angeles, I drop the cloak that covers my body to the floor, revealing to anyone who looks at me that I am naked except for the pink silk stockings and matching high-heeled shoes, plus the white mask that completely covers my entire face except my eyes.

The truth is that I do not know very well what I do again here, it is the third time in five days that I come to 'The Cave' without knowing very well what. The first time I came with Gretchel and for a while I watched as together with another half dozen girls fucked two young observers who were excited by the situation decided to participate in the game, when Gretchel proposed me to join them, I was assailed by panic and I ran out of the room.

Yesterday I came back here again, this time alone, after managing to mislead Gretchel for the first time, but again, as soon as one of the naked boys approached me, I panicked again and said the word of security, running back to the changing rooms, where I had to wait almost an hour for the a very angry Gretchel came looking for me to take me home.

The truth is, I think, that subconsciously I try to look for similar feelings to the ones I had during my stay at Caleb's Palace in those strange days, but not only I can't find them, but I can't get them out of my head.

I miss him very much, and Yaiza too, although I talk to her practically every day, and last Monday night, we fucked passionately for hours at her luxurious beach house in Malibu.

Today I come determined to take the initiative, I've asked Gretchel to leave me alone, and as soon as I see a muscular looking boy with a good-sized cock, I quickly approach him. I do not want warm-ups or caresses, holding his hand I take him to one of the couches where I push him to sit down, I kneel between his legs and lifting the mask I take his cock to my mouth, I know I could make him cum in a couple of minutes, but that is not what I intend, as soon as I put his cock completely hard I stop sucking it and I get on top of him letting me fall on his cock until I get completely impale.

Despite all the efforts of the boy, caressing my whole body with his hands, I do not feel anything while his cock enters and leaves my pussy, it is as if I were masturbating with one of my dildos, in the end I decide to take my hand to my clitoris and start masturbating, reaching orgasm before the young man cums, to his surprise, I get out of his cock and walk away from him.

"Finish with the hand;" I tell him angrily heading for the door to leave.

Before I can reach the door of the living room, strong arms grab me and push me against the back of one of the armchairs, I try to struggle to get rid of it without getting anything.

Several of the observers stand curiously watching the scene, kissing and caressing each other as if they were watching a movie, I know that no one is going to do anything to help me, this is part of the routine of the club, something you accept when you walk through the door, although if I wanted to, I could stop it immediately.

I don't have to wait long before the man starts fucking me, his cock is much bigger than the young man I just fucked, and he stretches my pussy wide. As I expected from the way he has grabbed me and pushed me against the couch, the man doesn't care about my pleasure, he just wants a quick fuck and that's what he gets, just a couple of minutes later he pulls his cock out of my pussy and cums all over my ass and back.

To my surprise he does not move away from me and begins to masturbate with his fingers while licking and sucking my neck, just when I reach orgasm, I notice how he kisses me on the neck for several seconds.

"You have a very nice pussy slut; I hope to see you here again;" he whispers in my ear as he wipes his fingers stained with my juices in my hair.

It takes me a few minutes to get up and head to the changing room to get dressed, tonight I hardly have to wait for Gretchel for a few minutes, she must have witnessed everything and followed me as soon as I left the big hall. We drive at full speed until we get home, as soon as we arrive, I jump in the shower with cold water. I don't understand what's happening to me, I've gone almost three years without having sex, masturbating every now and then, and now I'm horny all day long, I've come twice in barely fifteen minutes, but I'm still horny.

"Damn you, Caleb;" I shout out loud.

"You're in love with him;" I say to myself repeating the words Yaiza said to me a couple of nights ago when after fucking for hours we ended up talking irretrievably about him.

When I stand in front of the mirror to dry myself, I am surprised to discover that the hickey that Caleb made me last night in the Palace and that had practically disappeared, is visible again, even more visible than the first day.

"It couldn't possibly have been Caleb;" I say to myself, remembering the man who fucked me a couple of hours ago in 'The Cave', and who left me the hickey as a reminder.

"You must end this once and for all, or you will go crazy;" I repeat in my head picking up my phone to send a message to Yaiza.

Although the deadline to agree to be his submissive ended more than a week ago, and I run the risk that he does not want to see me, I know I have to see him one last time and say goodbye to him, I put a message to Yaiza telling her that I will go to the Palace to see Caleb in five days.

I could have gone to see him tomorrow, but first I have some issues to resolve in Leroy's case, although in order to do so, I first have to get rid of Gretchel's surveillance.

I walk over to the couch where Gretchel is lying, and I'm not surprised to find her awake - these days I've even wondered if she sleeps at all, and what she does to keep herself so refreshed after nights of non-stop passion.

She stretched out her hand to Gretchel, inviting her to accompany me, she responds instantly, and we soon be in bed naked, after the first orgasms, I take out the handcuffs she has used these nights to hold me and play with me and waved them in front of her.

When Gretchel goes to take them, I push them away from her and shake my head.

"Not tonight;" I say to Gretchel. "Let's switch roles, please;" I plead.

Gretchel accepts a little reluctantly, but once she does, she accepts her submissive role and even struggles and protests as I close the cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

"We don't want to wake up the neighbors;" I say to Gretchel bringing a ball gag up to her mouth, which I close easily without me being able to do anything to stop it. As soon as I check that all the restrictions are tightly closed, I get out of bed and start dressing before the surprised look of the helpless bodyguard.

"I'm sorry Gretchel;" I say with a kiss on her forehead. "But I have to do this by myself. When the inspectors see that we did not come down, they will come up to look for us and untie you."

I take the bag and the phone to leave, and right next to it I see one of the vibrators that we have used these nights, I look at Gretchel and a perverse idea comes to my head, with a few quick movements I place the vibrator on her clitoris and hold her well so that she does not fall, activating her before closing the door.

I don't know if the two inspectors or the two Embassy agents will be watching the exit of the building, so I decide to go out through the window of the apartment on the ground floor, which apparently no one has discovered that it is also my property. A few meters away Carmen is waiting for me with a car to take me to Miami, and if all goes well definitively end the entire criminal structure of Leroy.
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As soon as I return from Miami, I stop just enough to leave Carmen at her house and deliver the last documents obtained to Lieutenant Rogers, who cannot help but feel relieved to see me, despite the tremendous anger he has for my disappearance for four days.

I drive to the Palace in my own car, although I know that both Gretchel and the two police inspectors have been following me since I left the Lieutenant's office. When I park at the entrance of the Palace, Gretchel does it next to me, getting off before me, looking at me very angry, although at no time does she say anything to me.

I get out of the car and I find Yaiza waiting for me in the same position in which she received me twenty days ago, the only difference is that instead of formally greeting me she comes towards me and gives me a big hug.

"I'm glad you came Taylor, nobody has heard anything about you in the last few days, we all thought something had happened to you, until two days ago, Irene and Gretchel did not discover that you were in Miami, and you can imagine the humor that Caleb has had when not knowing where you were, Ruby and some other slave girl are going to be a week without being able to sit down;" she tells me smiling and making obscene gestures.

"I'm sorry for the other slave girls;" I say to Yaiza. "But that bitch of Ruby has deserved everything that happens to her;" I add giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"And I'm sorry I worried you, I had to travel to Miami in connection with the Leroy's investigation and then I decided to spend a few days with the family to get away from it all;" I lie to Yaiza to reassure her.

"He is waiting for you at the viewpoint;" Yaiza tells me. "I will accompany you there if you want."

"I'll go alone if you show me the way;" I reply.

"Are you going to say no to him?" Yaiza asks me with tears in her eyes.

I wiped away Yaiza's tears and again we hugged, "I have always had fantasies of this kind, and I enjoyed very much all those days I spent in the Palace, but I do not want this life, I do not want to tie myself to anyone in that way, surely I would enjoy coming from time to time and letting myself be carried away by sex and passion, but you know as well as I do that Caleb doesn't want that, I'll see him one last time and we'll say goodbye forever;" I add without realizing that I've started crying too.

I follow Yaiza's directions and reach a viewpoint where I find a table prepared for two, I ignore it and go to the railing to observe the views; they are extraordinary you can see the whole bay and the entire interior area and from that high point the Palace shines with the last rays of the sun as if it vanished before me, then I hear a few footsteps and smell its perfume standing still trying not to make any noise.

"Good night, Taylor, I'm glad you came;" he tells me in that voice that makes my body shudder. "You did not come on Saturday, I understand therefore that you do not accept the proposal I made to you on the day of your arrival at the Palace;" he adds, trying to keep his voice firm.

I turn to look him in the eye before I replying, "That's right Caleb, I've come to say goodbye and to wish you find the woman of your life;" I say to him by lowering my head and starting to run away from him.

Before I can advance a couple of steps Caleb grabs me and turns me towards him taking over my mouth with the same passion as that first time in the library, when he breaks the kiss, I try to say something but he puts a finger in my mouth to prevent me from speaking while resting one of his knees on the floor.

"Miss Taylor Pryde, do you want to be my wife, my lover, my submissive, my mistress and my queen for the rest of our lives;" he asks me opening a box before me.

I smile when I see the contents of the box, a ring with a large diamond, a small golden ring with a diamond and a blue metal anal plug with its upper part topped with several precious stones forming the head of a lion.

This time I'm the one kissing Caleb passionately and when I break the kiss I say, "Yes, but there are certain things we have to discuss before the wedding;" I tell him.

"Ask me what you want;" he says, lifting me from the floor and throwing me on the table prepared for dinner; "You can leave telling me while we make love for the first time."

Caleb pulls my blouse open with force popping the buttons, and releases my tits from one of the bras I bought in Yaiza's company, without wasting any time he starts kissing my nipples making me giggle softly at the tickle of his several days old beard.

When I realize the detail of the beard I look more closely at Caleb, his dark circles are visible and his beard is more than two days, I let out a small scream knowing that he is like this for my disappearance of these last days.

"We'll talk about that before the wedding too;" he tells me, showing a slight gesture of anger.

I open my mouth to try to explain what happened, but again he starts kissing me and prevents me from talking.

"You don't have to explain it to me Taylor;" he tells me when breaking the kiss. "You are a free and independent woman with important responsibilities and I have to understand and respect it even if I don't like it."

I don't know if it's because of Caleb's words or his tongue stroking my nipples, but my whole body seems to float, and that feeling only increases when he pulls down my pants and positions his mouth in my pussy.

It doesn't take long for me to start moaning with pleasure and approaching orgasm, at which point Caleb retreats and takes a few steps away.

"You can't cum;" he tells me as he begins to undress.

I sit up a little, starting to get angry that he is trying to control my pleasure as if I am still his slave girl. At the sight of my face Caleb lets out a light laugh and pushes me back down on the table.

"I want both of us to cum at once;" he tells me by slowly inserting his cock into my wet pussy.

I let out a small cry as I feel Caleb's cock stretching my pussy, and I close my eyes, biting my lip to keep from cumming. Caleb must have gone days without cumming, I immediately feel his cock start to swell even more.

"Now Taylor!" Caleb tells me, I obey him gladly and I orgasm as he starts to cum inside me letting out a cry of victory.

Caleb leans on the table with rapid breathing, as if he had run a marathon, although that does not stop him from staying inside me.

I rest my hand on his chest to get him up, without being able to move him in the slightest.

"Don't even think about it Taylor;" he says pushing my hands away and getting back on top of me; "I've been wanting to fuck you for twenty days and I haven't fucked any of the slave girls since Yaiza told me you were coming today. So, I have to make up for lost time;" he explains pushing his cock deep into my pussy again.

I cross my legs to his back attracting him more towards me and grab his head to bring him closer to me and kiss him.

"If that's how Caleb makes love, I never want it to stop;" the voice in my head tells me.

I couldn't agree more with that statement, and to confirm it, a second orgasm runs through my entire body.

The orgasms come and go as night falls, I ride Caleb's cock like a wild horsewoman and mark his muscular chest with my fingernails, then Caleb rides me from behind using my tits as a grip. When I reach another orgasm as he fucks my ass, I can't help but let my body collapse from exhaustion and pleasure.

Caleb gently lifts me up and heads towards the Palace, but not towards the main building, but towards the private area where I woke up the night after what happened to Lady Frost, and where according to Roxanne he has never taken a woman.

"Don't fall asleep;" Caleb tells me, pinching my ass, "We still have a lot of night ahead of us."

I let out a scream and punch him in the chest, probably hurting me more than he does.

"I had thought of forbidding you to fuck the slave girls;" I say looking at his face waiting for his reaction, "But I'd rather you keep doing it and spend a little energy with them."

"I have plenty of energy for them and for you;" Caleb replies. "But if you want I won't touch any of them again."

"It is not necessary; besides I do intend to fuck your slave girls many times, especially Nadia;" I say referring to the beautiful blonde of Russian origin.

Caleb makes a strange face when he hears the name, as if he doesn't know who I'm talking about.

"You don't even know who I'm talking about;" I shout angrily. "Your slave girls don't matter to you in the slightest, you only care about fucking them."

Caleb lets go of me abruptly, causing me to yelp thinking he drops me to the floor, although where I fall is onto the huge bed in his bedroom.

"Nadia Illianova, eighteen years old, blonde, slender body and small tits, two years in slavery, a Chemical Engineering student at UCLA, quite shy and very intelligent;" Caleb tells me with a serious face.

"They are not only my slave girls, both the Kanaan girls and the condemned slave girls are my responsibility as Emir, and I don't let anything happen to them;" Caleb explains to me.

"I'm sorry;" I say sitting on the bed, gesturing for him to sit next to me.

"I'm going to give you a break before I keep making up for lost time;" Caleb tells me, sitting next to me, kissing me on the neck, "Take the opportunity to ask me for everything you have in mind."

I keep silent for a few seconds and take a deep breath before speaking, some things are clear to me, but others are emerging in my mind little by little.

"I want you to release Noelia;" I tell him wishing to get rid of the beautiful and annoying brunette.

"I released her a few days ago when I traveled to New York;" he quickly replies. "I said her she could go back home, but he preferred to stay in Los Angeles to study dance as she has always wanted, she has an apartment in her name and a good amount of money in her account."

"You can see her if you want, even invite her to the Palace on occasion;" I tell Caleb without knowing very well why.

"I'm not going to quit work;" I let loose at once, even though I had planned to tell him something else.

Caleb smiles and shakes his head affirmatively, but I notice as if something is on his head and before I speak again, he does.

"What do you plan to do with Anna?" he asks me with a serious look on his face.

I can't deny that every time I've thought about saying yes to Caleb, I fantasized about everything I was going to do to Lady Frost when she was my slave girl, but I know Caleb wouldn't like that.

"I renounce owning Anna as my slave girl"' I reply to Caleb. "But in return, I want you to send her to another city in charge of one of your other businesses and name Yaiza your heiress."

"Neither of them will like it;" Caleb points out to me.

"What Anna thinks I don't care and it's your business to solve it;" I say lying on the bed. "As for Yaiza and I take care of making her understand, I can be very persuasive if I wish;" I add giving a yawn.

I intend to continue seeing Yaiza, no matter what Caleb says, I do not want to tell him directly and I hope he has understood the meaning of my words.

"Go to sleep and rest;" Caleb tells me with a kiss on the cheek. "We have a lot of things to do and decide starting tomorrow."

I hope Caleb gets into bed with me, but instead he gets up and leaves the room turning off the light. Be well where he goes, and although I get a little angry, I understand that it is difficult to change his way of behaving from one day to the next.

"Don't worry, Taylor, between the two of us we'll make Caleb not feel like parting with you;" says the voice in my head.

I am going to say something when the door opens again, and I feel someone lying on the bed, I do not have to look back, I have recognized its smell as soon as the door has opened. Caleb stands behind me and grabs me by the waist drawing me to him, kissing me on the neck, in the same place where he left his mark on me the day, I left the Palace.

THE END

[Sissy]

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[jessmartin]

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[Sissy]

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