Dark Castle - Sin
BDSM Canada & Training
Reality Better than Fantasy
by Aramock Nanuck
June 2014
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Long Ago in A Land Far Away
Ten years ago, when I was living in Belgium, I had a Vietnamese and Czech woman as supplicants, submissive or slaves as you will. My life was relatively calm and ordered, the lifestyle intertwined with my day-to-day existence. So a particular incident comes to mind, which reminds of many factors. Dominance in a poly setting is a total experience with no OFF switch, and life is meaningful when shared.
I was in my car, being chauffeured by my driver, a very tall Czech woman named Ara, and my administrative assistant, a Vietnamese woman named Nhi. They are bonded to me as consensual "slaves" and display this to all lifestyle-educated parties by wearing chokers of dark green and black fibres interwoven with a silver chain with a single pearl affixed in the midpoint. They wear intertwined bangles on both wrists with rings that can be hooked together, thereby binding hands either in front or back. We are on the way to a meeting in a major European city in the middle of the day. The front passenger's seat folds down with a customized workspace for my laptop.
So it Begins
Ara is wearing a white blouse with ruffles up the centre, not quite see-through but giving passing glimpses of her well-formed breasts. The blouse is tucked neatly into tight dark green dress trousers that cling to her long shapely legs. The blouse barely constrains her full bosom that heaves ever so slightly as she breathes. Her well-shaped breasts have nipples that still point upwards, remarkable for a woman in her mid-30's. She isn't wearing stockings, and spiky sandals gently hold her long slender toes. She is wearing a light fruit perfumed that waifs back slightly from the breeze created by the slightly lowered driver’s window.
Nhi wears a dress blouse the colour of corn silk with ties that wrap around and tie in a bow at her midriff. The blouse is cut short in the front, revealing her belly, and pierced navel; her small pert breast barely making arise and puffy nipples dark lightly show through the blouse. She is wearing a pleated navy skirt that only extends halfway down the firm (if not slightly too scrawny) thighs of a woman who swims and exercises regularly. Occasional whiffs of musk mingle with Ara’s perfume that reminds me Nhi is not wearing any panties and hasn’t bathed for three days. She is wearing dangerously long spikes (almost 5 inches) of a colour that matches her blouse. The delicate fishnet stockings show the elastic tops mid-thigh; she wiggles her legs to and fro.
I am working, drinking coke from a classically shaped bottle while reviewing material for a meeting that we are heading to and get interrupted by a mail notice popping up. The email is from a former slave begging to return to my service. Opening it, I read the message; it quite explicit and lurid. I become mildly excited, and opening the attachment, I see a picture of a mature black woman taking a load of cum full in the face. It takes a moment to realize the man is me. I smile and, sticking my hand into my trousers, adjust the now slightly engorge penis for comfort. Hear the quiet giggles of my companions, realizing I was caught in the act.
Looking up, I say, "It is a sad thing when master must do this for himself. You are failing to please your master." Ara giggles again, but Nhi frowns, placing her hand on top of my crotch squeezes my hand still caught in my trousers, saying, "Master, this poor worthless bitch apologizes, let me correct this shortcoming as a dutiful slave." I smile and give a single nod. She slowly unbuckles my belt and unclasps the top of my pants, pulling my hand from within my trousers. Leaning back, she twists her bottom, causing her skirt to rise, barely revealing the hint of her love mound. Licking my fingers and slowly inserting them into her mouth, she cleans them. She releases them and inserts two of my fingers into her cunt, fully revealing her pussy in the process.
With my right hand free, I empty my coke, turn to her and slap her face. “You are worrying about yourself so soon, slave, leaving master to tend himself, you disappoint me, slave.” I pull my fingers roughly from her vagina and insert the bottle, and using it as a dildo on her. She responds, “My shame is unbounded master and deserving of your punishment. Please master, I will serve you but beg for more punishment for my failures.” Removing the coke bottle from her cunt; I release her seatbelt and roll her onto her knees with her ass facing me. Taking the bottle, I roughly thrust it into her ass and begin moving back and forth. Each time I insert it slightly farther. I then slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark that fades over the next couple of minutes and bite the inside of her thigh in the susceptible zone under her butt cheek. “Nhi, serve thy master!!!”
Sliding to her knees on the floor between her and Ara’s seat, she quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. By now, my dick had gone flaccid and needing resurrection. She spits into the palm of her hand and rubs my cock, restoring slowly. I lift my ass from the seat, and she quickly pulled my pants down about my ankles, and I flopped back into my seat. Looking out the window, I smirked at the people as we passed, noticing we were almost downtown where my meeting was. I opened my legs wide, and she leans over my left leg putting her head in my crotch and began licking the sweat from my balls. Her pert little tits rubbing my thigh show excitement as her nipples harden. I lean to the left flick her skirt up, revealing her perfectly round ass cheeks and the coke bottle firmly wedged in her ass. I spat at the top of the crevice and watched it slowly trickle into her asshole. As it reaches, I begin to slide it in and out, now lubricated. A rough bump sends us up and crashing down. The bottle thrusts roughly and almost fully in her ass.
Nhi - 2003-2008
She had one of my balls full in her mouth rolling her tongue over it, and the shock caused her to the bit, hard. Using my right hand I slapped her face, and she released my scrotum, and as it fell free of her lips, I grabbed the hair on the back of her head yanking her head. Tears form in her eyes, and obviously, she felt that last punishment. “Master, master, master” she squealed “the dog that I apologize for the injury caused… please forgive me.” I looked out and noticed we were descending into the underground car park and realized the bump was Ara entering too fast. “As you should be a bitch,” I responded, “but in fact, the carelessness of your bound partner is truly at fault and consider the harshness of punishment being you accepting her share.” “Oh yes, and thank you master for knowing this makes bearing it now a pleasure. May I suck master’s cock? I want your cum in my throat.” I pause a moment, “Slave Ara, you are a dog and will be punished as well. Park the car in a suitable place, then come here and accept your punishment. Nhi you may suck master, but he has not decided where he wishes to deposit his cum.” I looked out and noticed we were descending into the underground car park and realized the bump was Ara entering too fast. “As you should be a bitch,” I responded, “but in fact, the carelessness of your bound partner is truly at fault and consider the harshness of punishment being you accepting her share.” “Oh yes, and thank you master for knowing this makes bearing it now a pleasure. May I suck master’s cock? I want your cum in my throat.” I pause a moment, “Slave Ara, you are a dog and will be punished as well. Park the car in a suitable place then come here and accept your punishment. Nhi you may suck master, but he has not decided where he wishes to deposit his cum.”
Ara - 2005-2011
Soon the car pulls into a parking spot not in the direct path but near the main travel way and not ten spaces from the elevators. Ara steps out of the car and comes around to my side of the car. On opening the door, Ara reaches in and removes the laptop; whether careless or not, she leaves the door open as moves it into the aft storage compartment. Returning, she begins to enter, “Ara, how dare you to leave master exposed like that? Where is your mind?”
“Sorry, master, I was in a rush to receive my punishment. Please master; make it harsh, for I have now three times cause discomfort to master. I am a worthless piece of shit and surrender to any form your give, even my life.” She sits back on the folded front seat and leans towards me. Now both Nhi and Ara are competing for space. I close the car door. Reaching into the door's pocket, I take the plastic bag from the convenience store that had the coke in it. I place it over Ara’s head, twisting it tight to cut off the air. Then tuck it into her choker. Her eyes widen in fear as I begin to unbutton her blouse, folding it back to display her beautiful tits, now heaving heavily. I twist her left nipple pinching it ever so seriously. I look at my watch, 15, then 20 seconds and Ara begins gasping the bag now sucking into her mouth, but she does not try to remove it. 25 seconds, 30 seconds, 35 seconds and her fear is now turning to asphyxia as I tear the bag open. She takes deep breaths, and the fear slowly leaves her face. I begin to believe she would have let herself succumb rather than disappoint me again. I pull her forward and kiss her lips, slowly caressing her breast, and she openly weeps. “Master, you are forgiving; this worthless piece of shit thanks you for her life.” I smile and kiss her again. “All is forgiven. Nhi stop. Master has decided how he wants to cum.”
Nhi lifts her head and props up into her seat, showing a frown as I reach forward and undo Ara’s pants. And slowly slide her trousers down the long legs. It always marvels me about her how her disproportionately long legs (over a 35” inseam) seem so perfect for her. Her breast now exposed look remarkable and glisten with a little sweat, probably brought on by the fear and punishment. Looking at Nhi, I say, “Slave Nhi, I will fuck your ass while you lick slave Ara’s pussy. Be thorough because I want to watch her cum.” Nhi responds, “Oh gentle master, I thought you would be taking sister Ara. I am pleased and will ensure her joy.” Ara pipes up, “Oh master, such a wonderful treat, thank you.”
Nhi climbs on me and mounts my dick with her ass, her back partially exposed to me as she bends to eat Ara’s pussy. The rhythm is frantic as both women become eager for the pleasure provided. I reach around with my right hand and fondle Nhi’s tiny breast. Reaching across Nhi’s back, I do the same with my left hand and fondle Ara’s tits; gently this time. A quiet moan emerges from Ara, and she pulls my hand from her tits to her mouth and begins sucking my fingers. I fuck Nhi’s tight ass with more intent and felt the mounting pressure warning of impending ejaculation in not five minutes. “Master is about to cum.” “Let’s share,” says Ara. Nhi lifts her head and nods. Soon both of them are between my knees. Licking my dick and, on occasion slipping their tongues into each other’s mouth. Cumming; I squirt across both of their cheeks. Ara flicks my ejaculate with her finger and puts it into her mouth. Expressively swallowing what she has retrieved. Nhi lets it roll off her cheek and fall onto her tiny left tit, sliding slowly to the nipple. Ara giggles and bends over, licking the cum from Nhi’s breast, then sits back smiling.
I look up and notice that a security guard has been watching, obviously from the bulge in his pants for some time. I say to the girls, “make this problem go away while the master is in his meeting.” Ara says, “gladly master,” and unashamed steps out of the car in nothing but her open blouse and spiky sandals and walks over to the guard. Nhi follows quickly on her heels. I pull my pants up, adjust my tie, step out of the car, and retrieve the laptop from the boot. By now, the girls have escorted the guard into the back seat. I hear “thank you, master” from Nhi as the car door closes, and I head to the elevator. Upon return two hours later, the girls are in the car, waiting dutifully for me. They have fixed their clothes as much as possible. I notice Ara is wearing Nhi’s top, and Ara is wearing Nhi’s, but it is tied loosely, and her full bosom threatens to break free at any moment. “So girls, how are my slave’s and was master’s treat of the guard enjoyable.” Ara snorts, “too quick master and totally unsatisfying,” Nhi says, “master he was unimaginative and vanilla sex; not worth it if we were not serving master’s will.” I say to them, “Let’s go home and play,” Ara responds, “yes … with master’s permission.” Nhi smiles broadly, saying, “master, has never suffocated me. Can we try that when we get home?” I respond, “we will see; we will see… Ara, let’s go.”
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