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Submission......Part VI

He has allowed her to move, letting her slowly rise so that she might take care of her bodily functions, and even to leave her alone in privacy to bathe in the hot fragrant waters of the bath. She tests the waters temperature and pours some rose scented bath oils into it as the suds rise with the waters pressure. She watches the water, the rise of steam as she feels the soreness of her body. Each time she moves, a soft pang moves through her inner thighs. As the water rises, and reaches the place where she shuts it off, she rises. Slowly she steps into the bath, testing it with her foot, finding it very hot, but welcomes the warmth of it as she moves to fully lie submerged in the hot water.

Lying back, her head braced on the edge of the tub, she closes her eyes, going over in her mind, the past few days, and what she's endured at her Masters hand. The burn along her inner thigh throbs deeply, but she ignores this. The bubbles form up and surround the soft mounds of her breasts, nipples peeking out around the whiteness of the bubbles. She softly smiles, and feels their caress as soft bubbles pop across the waters surface, along her breasts and lower stomach. Sliding further into the water, she fully relaxes, letting the water soothe her body as it aches.



A knock on the door interrupts her slight dozing as she lies in the bath. "Yes?" she asks. "Finish your bath my thistle, company is here, and we will await you in the downstairs drawing room." says her Master. "Yes, Master.." she answers with a reluctant sigh. She hears him moving away from the door, walking down the steps as her heart lurches. The man is here, she thinks. She wonders who her Master would allow to use her as he pleases, it must be someone that is a very close friend of his. Finishing her bath, she rises, her thoughts constantly on what will happen this evening as she stands, leaving the warm water to towel off carefully. Moving to the mirror, she dries her hair the best she can with the towel, then her body. As she looks into the mirror, she critically observes the darkened circles under her eyes. I've not slept very much the past few days, she thinks.



Finally, she is finished, completing her act of applying a light coating of makeup, and donning a soft blue gown. She turns to the door, her heart racing as she reaches for the doorknob, touching it, and pausing as she thinks of what she might have to endure this evening. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door, and steps into the cooler air of the hallway. She looks to her right, to the stairs she must descend, and moves slowly towards them. Should she just walk in on her Master and his guest, should she call to him to let him know she is arriving? Confused thoughts move through her as she decides just to walk down the stairs, and hope her Master notices her.



Rene turns his head at the sound from the stairs, and smiles broadly, standing as his slave enters the room. His eyes capture hers in a commanding way she knows well as she walks to him, her cheeks dappled with a soft blush. "Ahh, my thistle." he says. Slowly, his hands reach to her shoulders, and he turns her to face this man she has never seen before. Though she keeps her eyes diverted to the floor, she does note the size of this man sitting in a chair to her Masters right. "Jonathan, this is thistle. She will be at your disposal for anything you wish this evening." her Master says to the man.



The man rises, towering over her as he steps near. She notices his masculine smell, the way his body moves behind her, and the touch of his fingers through the softness of her hair, and then the way his breath warms her neck as she hears him inhaling, and whispering.. "Lovely.." A soft tremble moves through her body at his soft words, his whisper so close to her neck. Then the touch of his fingers along the soft flesh of her neck, then nothing as he moves to sit back in his chair. "Come here." he gruffs to her. Her eyes rise to look to her Master, and he nods to her slowly, his eyes saying she is to obey or suffer the consequences of rebellion.



She moves to the man, nervous as she keeps her gaze lowered in servitude. His hand reaches, taking her wrist in his massive hand and twists, until she is made to kneel before him. She gasps at his strength, the pain as he applies pressure to her wrist. He lets go as he takes her chin in his palm, rising her eyes to his. As she looks, she gasps at the beauty of this mans eyes, the deep blue of them that seem to hold her gaze as easily as her Masters do. She then quivers in embarassment as she finds her body responding slowly to this stranger. The room spins about her. His voice speaks deeply, commandingly. "Do you know who I am thistle?" he asks her. Her head shakes in denial that she does, "No ..sir." she responds.



There is a slight accent to his voice, the deep resounding bass within it speaking of a foreign country. His words are all very clear and distinct, but that accent is enticing to her. "I hail from a land far from this one. I am known as the Baron of Kenthner. Jonathan to my friend here." he explains to her. She nods, not knowing what to say to this man. He releases her chin and sits back in his chair. "There are very few women I have found, that could satisfy me thistle." he says to her. Jonathan nods towards her Master, "He has spoken highly of you, saying you can satisfy my sexual urges, and so it is the reason I came for a visit, to see for myself."



He continues, "You see, I am a rather large man sexually thistle." He pauses as his eyes regard her, the way her body seems to shift at his words. Leaning forward, he takes her lips with his so suddenly that she gasps into the kiss, her head swimming in the way this man is so demanding of her, and her thoughts as her Master watches this act, embarassing her further. How can I possibly accomodate this man, she thinks. All the while, as the kiss continues, she thinks to how so quickly her body is responding. He sits back "Undress me thistle." he says to her.



Her eyes look to her Master, almost having forgotten he was in the room as she watches him sipping his wine, nodding to her in approval, and that she is doing fine thus far. The man stands, moving to stand in front of the fireplace. She moves then, to kneel before this man as his fingers move through her soft hair, encouraging her. "I'm not going to hurt you thistle." he says. Her fingers tremble as she undoes the belt about this mans waist, and slides it softly off. Then she reaches to his zipper, pulling it down, and leaving his pants to lie open as her blush deepens, and she looks down.



He lifts her from her kneeling position, as if she is a feather. As she stands before this man he takes her hand in his, and guides it to his exposed sex as it lies thick along his thigh, having removed his clothing. She thinks, how can he do this in front of another. She feels the thickness as his hand guides hers to wrap her fingers about his cock. Another gasp escapes her lips, his sex rising slowly about her fingers. As she touches his cock, he looks to her, noticing with a deep smile of pleaasure, that she is totally entranced with its thickness. "Do you think you can pleasure me thistle?" he asks her. Slowly, so slowly does she shake her head as his hands move over her shoulders, pushing her down to kneel before him.



"Kiss it.." he grumbles in a deeper tone of voice. Her eyes half close as she leans forward, trying to please this man as her lips encounter his sex. He groans softly at the touch of her lips, their warmth as his hand slides over her cheek, to open her mouth with a finger as it slides within her parted lips. "Suckle.. as you will do the same to my cock.." he whispers to her. She does so, slowly suckling upon this mans finger as her fingers grip tighter on his sex, then she remembers her Masters words to her earlier.. anything he wishes, and do not disappoint me..



There is no possible way she can take this man, his size larger then anything she has ever seen, even the statue in the garden. His fingers part her lips further as she feels the nudge of his cock against her lips. A slow pressure is created, she parts her lips more and lets the head of his cock move over lips, his precum coating them as he moves his hips slowly towards a deeper penetration. His soft moan reaches her ears, but she concentrates upon pleasing this man, and her Master.



Her lips stretch, she parts them even more, feeling the ache at the corners of her mouth as his cock moves further into the depths of her mouth. She gags as he shoves it within her lips, only a quarter of his sex. She cannot stop to marvel at his size as her concentration centers on handling the massiveness, swallowing slowly about it. Her body throbs deeply at this stimulation of her senses. "That's it." he says, as he strokes her cheek, feeling the way his cock stretches them, watching as her lips surround his cock. Slowly, he pulls it from her lips, leaving her gasping for a much needed breath.



As the man releases her, he moves to sit back in his chair, reaching for his glass of wine, sipping it as he regards this slave before him. Rene clears his throat and speaks. "Is she not satisfying you, my friend?" "Oh, no ..she is fine Rene, I just wish to watch her for a moment." he answers. He watches her as she becomes more uncomfortable, her cheeks flaming red now. "Do you mind me taking her to my room Rene?" he asks. Rene looks to thistle, watching her reaction to his question, seeing within her eyes the look of uncertainty there. "If you wish it.." he says to Jonathan. Jonathan smiles broadly, and stands up. He stands a good head over six feet tall, his massive frame taking up the space before the stairs as thistle looks to him.



"Then, let us retire for the night thistle." he says to her. She looks to her Master, her eyes pleading softly. "Go thistle." Rene says to her. She sighs deeply, and nods. "Yes, Master.." she whispers. Jonathan turns to the stairs, and ascends them, thistle following him. As she does this, she looks back to her Master once more, seeing the seething anger in his eyes as she looks for reassurance once more. She lowers her gaze, and follows this man as her Master wishes of her, her heart beating in dread of what will happen alone with Jonathan. They approach the guest room, and she thinks he will stop, but he keeps moving down the hallway. Her brow furrows in concern as she watches him walk to the room that her Master sometimes disciplines her in. Now, fear takes hold of her as he opens the door. How did he know of this room, she thinks. He said he would not harm me..



The smell of the room is of leather as she passes into it, gazing about as Jonathan moves to the center of the room. He says nothing as she moves near to him, her eyes kept downwards. "Do you think you can handle me, thistle?" he asks her. She trembles, knowing she wishes to do as her Master bade her to, but she shakes her head. "No ..you are too large I think." she whispers. "Too bad." he says. "You will, anyway, because it is what I wish of you, and you won't resist me, will you?" He easily picks her up, and lies her upon a softly leather padded table in the room, and undresses her casually. She lies nude against the table, trembling violently. Her eyes seek the door, and thinking perhaps her Master will rescue her.



No such luck comes though as Jonathan parts her legs, and leans over her, almost kneeling as his lips encounter the parted folds of her sex. She gasps loudly at the feeling, his tongue sliding along her parted grooves, the sweet moisture of her sex. Her fingers grip the tables sides, her head slowly moving back and forth in protest as Jonathan takes her sex with his lips. Never before has anyone cared to give her this type of pleasure. Her hips rise of their own towards his seeking lips, she groans deeply as pleasure consumes her.



Panting, moaning, and totally taken with the passion this man creates within her, she fails to note how his fingers caress her sex now, and not his lips, her eyes closed as she feels his sex tearing through the folds of her cunt. Her eyes open now, his cock moving within her, tight and causing her flesh to stretch beyond what is normal. He clasps a hand over her mouth, to keep her from screaming out as he lunges forward, feeling the tightness of her cunt about his massive cock, feeling the tearing of her flesh about it as her blood coats it, making his progress easier. Slowly, darkness overtakes her and she lies limply along the table as Jonathan uses her to his ultimate pleasure, finally spilling his seed across her sex and lower stomach.



Later, much later, as she moans, and stirs, she opens her eyes, finding herself in her own bed. She can barely move as her head turns to the side, regarding her Master sitting in a chair beside her. His eyes look to hers as she awakens in a deep pain. "thistle.." he whispers.. his voice seems to take on compassion, but he will not show her this, for it was his doing that he give her to Jonathan in the first place. "Rest.." he says to her, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. In her delirium, she moans softly, and drifts back into oblivion.



Rene regards her as she sleeps, the sweat along her brow showing him that she had a bad time with his friend. Slowly though, he smiles, moving the sheet from her body, exposing her nudity to his eyes. Even in this state, he loves to watch the way her sex pouts, her shapely thighs parted as are her lips. Then he moves to recover her, standing and moving from the room to let her rest.

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