Club Mephisto by Annabel Joseph Page A

anything to please him. Just as she would for her other Master.
    Mephisto had finally mastered her. God help her. She drifted off in his arms, not even thinking once about how many days she had left.

 
     
     
     
    The Fifth Day
     
     
     
    They slept late the next day, Mephisto awakening with mutters of all the things he needed to get accomplished for the party. After a hurried breakfast, he led her back in the bedroom and ordered her to bend over the bed. She expected the dreaded harness, but he brought a substantial butt plug instead. She groaned inwardly as he lubed it—without tingling lube, thankfully. But still...
    "I know many of my guests will want to use your ass tonight, kitten," he said at her sigh of resignation. He spread her legs apart with his feet on the floor and landed a couple sharp slaps on her ass cheeks. "Open for Master."
    She braced herself and pressed back against the toy as he drove it forward. He worked it in and out, slapping her ass again when it didn't slide in. Finally, with a numbing, aching burn, the plug popped in and her sphincter closed around the wide base. The flange rested between her ass cheeks, a reminder of her status and a visible humiliation.
    "Here," he said, pointing to the place at the foot of the bed where he often left her tethered—the place easily visible from his camera. She knelt, feeling the fullness of the plug as she sat back on her ankles, a fullness that triggered a predictable low throb between her legs. He gathered his keys and cell phone and then stopped by his bookshelf of erotica in the corner. Molly had scanned the shelves the few times she'd had a free moment in his bedroom, finding many classics and many lesser known titles as well. He picked out a small book and placed it on the bed beside her.
    "Some reading for you," he said with a smile. "Don't want you to be bored."
    He sauntered off, not even looking back at her. Such freedom he enjoyed, and here she sat, leashed to a bed, bisected by a massive butt plug. She smiled to herself. She wouldn't have changed places with him for the world.
    A moment later, she reached to look at the book he'd left her. Some torrid fantasy-sex-slave novel. It was exactly the type of book she used to read before she started actually living the lifestyle, and she knew just from scanning the back cover that it would turn her on to a dangerous degree. She placed it back on the bed, determined to resist temptation. She had no confining harness on to keep her honest, and the toy in her ass was already prodding her arousal level into the caution zone. No doubt he'd left the book to create another predicament for her. Avoid boredom, but deal with mounting horniness, or be bored but not so horny. What a talented sadist he was.
    She sat and thought about other things. Her mind was quieter, much more serene since he'd explained the purpose behind his treatment of her. She knew she shouldn't have to depend on explanations and reassurances to prop up her submission, a lesson she was still learning. But for the moment, at least, she felt herself in a comfortable place. She thought about Master and how near she was to seeing him again. Today was Wednesday. He would return for her sometime on Friday. She closed her eyes and daydreamed about his blue eyes, his voice and the sensation of his touch. She knew she'd grown in her experiences and in her submission this week, which is what he'd wanted of her. She would use what she'd learned—about denial, about unselfishness—and apply it to her service of him.
    Time passed quickly as she thought about the various ways to do that, although her stomach was rumbling by the time she finally heard him out in the other room. She smiled, unable to disguise her pleasure to see him when he came into the bedroom. He returned her smile, but then frowned at the book lying on the bed.
    "I expected to find you reading. What did you think of the book?"
    All the self-satisfied pride she'd felt about her