Heather in Haven Finis

September 15th, 2014

Music filled Haven and tapped a sensual rhythm on the wall of the playroom. Mistress Victoria drew back the long, braided flogger and swung her arm forward, pulling her wrist back and snapping the knotted ends on One’s back. The blonde slave cried out and pulled harder at the shackles that kept her bound to the St. Andrew’s cross.

“Everyone has their own tolerance for pain and their own preferences for how it is inflicted.” Mistress looked down at Heather, who sat on Adam’s back and watched patiently. Adam held himself up on his hands and knees and Heather wondered that he did not get tired. They had been in here at least an hour, Mistress demonstrating different techniques on One and Two.

Heather had only seen Mistress handle the tools herself a few times. Normally, as she had with the show, she handed that work to the slaves to perform on her behalf. She had thought it to be just a matter of showing dominance. Heather thought about her night playing with Mia and having Adam punish Mia for her. The pleasure in it had not been merely having Adam do as she wished, but in knowing that everything Mia felt had been at Heather’s command.

The thought moved down Heather’s body and she rocked on Adam, feeling his warm skin on her bare pussy. She wrapped her chains around one finger and pulled, feeling the tug at her nipples.

“Everyone also has their own desires, things they want from the scene.” Mistress turned her attention back to One and ran her finger from the base of her neck, down her back to the top of her bare ass. Mistress nodded to Two, who took the long flogger and handed her a thin, rose wood paddle. Mistress parted One’s buttocks with her fingertips and brought the paddle down, slapping the skin only hard enough to leave a red mark that quickly faded.

“Please, Mistress.” One cried out. Mistress looked down at Heather and gave her a smile that chilled Heather and sent new sensations of desire running through her. Mistress Victoria was kind. He respected her slaves and submissives and cared for them. She ensured each received attention, from herself or each other. She made sure that they were attended to after shows and sessions, so that any wound, intended or not, could be treated.

“Please what, slave?” Mistress was also cruel, when it suited. “What demand do you make of your Mistress?”

One let out a small whimper. Heather took hold of Adam’s ponytail and pulled. He moaned softly. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I just – I want –”

Mistress brought the paddle across One’s ass again, striking tender skin that would normally be protected from the world. She brought it down again, tracing the edge down the ridge, pressing against One’s ass, as though she were going to push it in.

“Oh yes, please.” One pulled at the shackles again and Heather saw her ass relax. “Please, Mistress.”

“Will you do anything for me?” Mockery dripped from Mistress’ lips. One hung her head down. Heather could see she was humiliated and felt her torso tighten. One was not ashamed of what she wanted. She was humiliated because she had nothing else to offer for it. She was a slave. She had already handed over to Mistress Victoria her consent. Excepting any limits the two women had already set, she agreed to never tell her Mistress no. Heather knew that Mistress would not bargain for her slave to go beyond those limits, either.

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