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Elizabeth 3
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ELIZABETH - Part 3
by His Lordship
A year passed. Cindy graduated, and moved to Toledo.
Shortly afterwards Dr. Anderson started driving a
new sports car. He told Elizabeth that he had bought
it with the money Cindy's new master had paid for
her. Elizabeth did not quite believe him until she
received an envelope containing a picture of Cindy.
She was hanging upside down by her feet, her legs
spread apart, her hands tied behind her back. A
burning candle was sticking out of her pussy, and
her body showed the welts of a recent whipping. On
the back was written "Wish you were here. Love,
Cindy." Elizabeth stared at the picture for a long
time, then pinned it to the wall of her room. She
wondered how it would feel to be sold to a complete
stranger, and decided that the worst thing would be
having to move to Toledo.
Every week Elizabeth would spend a night at her
master's apartment. She lost interest in other forms
of sex. Though she still masturbated frequently, her
fantasies were filled with whips and bonds, welts
and humiliations, horrors even her strict master had
not yet inflicted on her. When Robert, one of her
fellow students, developed a crush on her, and
repeatedly asked her out, she largely ignored him.
Eventually he became so annoying that she complained
to Dr. Anderson about him, and he ordered her to go
to bed with him, "...to get it out of his system."
The next time Robert has approached her and said
"Lizzie, would you like to go to a movie with me
tonight?" she had replied
"Wouldn't you rather come back to my room and
fuck, instead?" For a moment he was flabbergasted,
but then he agreed with haste.
That night Elizabeth had greeted him at the door
of her room wearing a bathrobe. He handed her a
large bouquet of flowers, and said "Hello, Lizzie,"
with a grin on his face.
"Oh, those are nice. Thank you. I like to be
called Elizabeth, by the way. Come in, sit down.
Would you like a blow job?"
Robert was not sure he had heard correctly.
"Elizabeth, what...yes, I mean... damn, wouldn't you
like to talk, first. I love you, you know."
But Elizabeth did not appear to be listening.
She knelt down in front of him, unzipped his fly,
extracted his cock and began to suck. For a few
moments Man the Romantic and Man the Animal were at
war within Robert. Man the Animal won, at least for
the time it took for Man the Animal to come in
Elizabeth's mouth. Afterwards, while she was putting
the flowers in water, Man the Romantic tried to get
into the conversation again.
"Elizabeth, I want you to know how much I admire
and respect you. I think you're the most beautiful
girl I've ever seen."
"Look, I shave my pussy." Elizabeth held the
bathrobe open. "Will you be able to come again soon?
I need to wash my hair later, but we should have
time for a proper fuck. Or would you prefer to butt
fuck me? I do that a lot." She leaned over him. "You
don't think my breasts are too small do you? Go
ahead, you can touch them."
Robert's gaze became fixed on the rings in her
nipples. "What are those?"
Elizabeth grinned, and teased them with her
fingers. "Do you like them. I think they're cute.
They hurt like Hell going in, though. Pull my rings
and I'll follow you anywhere, baby. Look, I have
them in my pussy lips, too." She stood up straight,
and put one foot on the arm of Robert's chair so
that he would have a clear view of her cunt. Robert
was shocked and frightened. He stood up hurriedly,
knocking the chair over, and almost knocking
Elizabeth over, too.
"Elizabeth, I thought you were... pure...
wonderful. I didn't know you were such a slut!" He
ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Well, that got rid of him, then, didn't it?"
thought Elizabeth. She shook her head, and lay down
on her bed. Soon a finger found its way to her clit.
"I didn't know you were such a slut... a slut... a
SLUT..." she repeated to herself as she came.
After this, various rumours started to circulate
about Elizabeth, and several of her former friends
started to avoid her. Elizabeth was amused by most
of the rumours, especially the one about her making
a thousand dollars a night as a call girl. "If I
could make that sort of money," she asked, "would I
bother to come to college?". One freshman, a plump,
attractive girl called Jo, with short curly brown
hair, seemed attracted to by the rumours, and hung
around Elizabeth. She looked as if she was always on
the point of saying something very important, but
could not quite bring herself to do it. Elizabeth
wondered if she should tell her master about this,
but decided that he could do his own recruiting.
* * *
The alarm clock rang. Dr. Anderson stirred,
turned it off, threw a bunch of keys at Elizabeth,
pulled the covers over his head and went back to
sleep. Elizabeth wriggled over to reach the keys.
She was on the floor at the foot of the bed, naked
and chained, right wrist to right ankle, left wrist
to left ankle, collar to the foot of the bed.
Certainly not the most comfortable way to spend the
night, she reflected, but it could have been much
worse. It took some contortions, and a little trial
and error before she was free.
She padded into the bathroom. In the shower she
caressed her body, gently soaping the welts from the
previous night. This time she had been beaten on her
bottom and inner thighs only. She wondered if there
was more to come this morning. Being whipped on the
inner thighs was bad, but being whipped on the
breasts or pussy was worse.
She was tempted by the vibrating shower head,
but there was no time to masturbate now. She got out
of the shower, dried herself, and paused to admire
her body in the mirror, front and back. Oh, those
welts on her ass! And between them she could make
out the word "Slave" in cursive script tattoed on
her right buttock. This had been her idea, a gift
for her master on his birthday. He had enjoyed it so
much that she had spent an entire weekend in tight
bondage, with every orifice plugged, a tight leather
punishment hood on her head, and periodic unexpected
whippings, each one worse than the last.
Back to the bedroom for her high heeled shoes,
then into the kitchen to cook breakfast: pancakes,
coffee, orange juice, bacon, fresh fruit salad,
toast. She arranged everything on a tray, along with
a riding crop and a pair of handcuffs, then returned
to the bedroom, about an hour after the alarm first
went off. "Here's your breakfast, Master."
"Good." She knelt by the side of the bed, and
Dr. Anderson cuffed her wrists behind her back. She
watched as he ate. Sometimes he would take a piece
of pancake and pop it in her mouth. She liked to
lick his fingers as he did this. When he had
finished eating, he pushed the tray away, and lay
back in the bed. Elizabeth ducked her head under the
covers, and began to lick his cock. He pushed the
covers back with the riding crop, so that he could
see her face. "Slave?"
Her mouth was full so she could only nod her
head and say "Mmmmmf," in relpy.
"You may answer this question freely, slave. Do
you love me?"
"Oh, yes, Master. Totally. Didn't you know
that?"
The riding crop caressed her bottom, then gave
her one fairly tentative blow. "Yes, I suppose I
did. It's just that you never told me.Well, this is
hard for me to say, but I love you, too." Elizabeth
felt as if a firework display was going on in her
stomach. "Next week I would like to brand you on the
bottom. I would not
do that without love and without
your wanting it. Do you accept?"
"Oh, yes, my love, yes please. I want your
brand. Oh, God, yes. Master."
His Lordship
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