The Master's Lodge

[ma****]

This story is entirely fictional. It’s a bit different from my other content, as I’m trying to explore different kinks through my stories. This one comes from a fan request. Thanks for the idea. 😘

Story Prompt: I’d love to see you write about a really submissive girl who loves pleasing and getting used!!

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Part 1 - Long Grass

The long, uncut grass of the empty field caressed her bare legs. Walking along, the faint sound of squelching could be heard as her bare feet stepped into the rain saturated mud. She shivered, as the air above and wet ground below caressed her naked body in the cool autumn breeze. She itched from a pair of mosquito bites, one on her midriff, the other annoyingly located on her left thigh. 

 

Absently, she tugged on the padlocks securing her wrist cuffs to the slave collar around her neck. Alas, both were leather padded steel bands, and she could no more lower her arms from their raised position to scratch at the bites than she could remove the plugs inside her, one filling her ass, the other her pussy, both held in place with a chastity belt, which was padlocked around her waist.

 

On the bright side, she mused silently as she kept walking through the empty field in the middle of the estate, her ample breasts swinging in the open air: the thick intruders filling her holes were doing a fantastic job of making those mosquito bites easy to forget about. Her every laborious, squelching step shifted the plugs around inside her, and a constant wetness ran down her inner legs at the eternal stimulation they provided.

 

It was Master’s idea, of course. Every time he was to have a Lodge event, he had her holes kept filled for the whole week up to it, save for twice a day bathroom and feeding breaks with medical checks, and her hands were kept securely locked out of reach above or behind her at all times. He also had her out like this, tanning in the sun and slimming down with long distance walks across the estate. A wise plan from Master, but it left her so horny she could barely see straight.

 

Dear God she needed to get fucked right now. She couldn’t wait for what was to come. At moments like this, she thought back to her old life, and every half decent man she’d turned down a one night stand or friends with benefits from, because of her so called ‘standards’. Right now, she’d have happily fucked and sucked the lot of them all at once, then run into a crowd covered in cum and begged every single man there to pound her pussy so hard she fell into a coma.

 

Instead, she quickened her pace, though the added stimulation made her moan into the penis gag filling her third fuckhole.

 

Finally, she saw it ahead. The Lodge. Where Master brought his friends for her to entertain. She practically skipped the last hundred feet. Approaching the servants entrance, she bent over to reach the handle, turning it with difficulty given how her arms were secured at the wrist near her neck.

 

Finally, it opened, and she pushed her way into Master’s Lodge.

 

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Part 2 - Preparation

After entering the Lodge, she had been cleaned up by members of Master’s personal staff. His showpiece must be presentable for the guests, after all. 

 

Her hair was washed, conditioned, and brushed. Her plugs and belt were removed, she was fed and relieved herself, and her entire body was cleaned and treated, though her wrist cuffs were kept securely locked to a metal loop at the end of her table while they prepared her, and somehow they managed all this without making her cum once, damn them.

 

Finally, she was ready. A pair of tall, muscular eunuchs wearing masks of polished black and not a hair more, their bodies fully oiled, escorted her to the guests. They each were holding a rope secured to one of her wrist cuffs, as though dramatically escorting her in against her will. They needn’t have bothered, she was a very good girl. But it really made for a good show.

 

Finally, she entered the main hall of the Lodge. It was old, with antique furniture, oversized plush leather chairs, grand solid wood tables laden with food and drink. There was even an oversized fireplace with a roaring fire within, and a massive chandelier hanging above the center of the ceiling. A hundred eyes turned towards her as she appeared from backstage with her escort.

 

They were a diverse group, Master’s friends. Politicians, Movie Stars, Billionaire Philanthropists, Warlords and Criminal Masterminds. They often discussed business at these things, as countless fortunes exchanged hands. 

 

Could she service enough of these people to please Master? He always said that tongues wagged more easily after he let hers wag first.

 

She stood there, in the middle of the room, drinking in the attention, the woman of the hour. Her body was flawless right now. Her full round breasts rose and fell with her eager breath. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass with them. Every hair and imperfection and scratch and blemish had been treated, removed, or otherwise covered up, save for her long flowing brunette hair, which flowed like silk as she moved about. Master once told her that her hair was what first drew him to her, all that time ago.

 

She realized suddenly that her ‘escort’ was gone, her ropes undone and her arms free. Her two escorts were orally servicing the women’s table. She knew from experience how skilled their tongues were, those ladies were in for a treat.

 

For the first time in a week, she wasn’t tied to a thing, and none of her holes were filled. Finally, it was her turn. She almost reached between her legs to her freshly shaved, still incredibly wet pussy, then stopped herself. She would be a good girl, and do her job.

 

Dropping to her knees, she came down onto all fours on the soft, thick, lust red carpeting and began to crawl towards the first guest she saw. He was portly, in his 50s, and had already begun to stroke himself, apparently unable to wait.

 

Coming to kneel at his feet in first position, she said in a soft voice: “Please sir, may I suck your cock? My Master keeps me on a diet of cum, and I am… so…. hungry.” She inched forward with each word, the last one whispered with her head between the man’s legs. She was close enough her breath would be felt on the erection before her. She waited, slowly opening her mouth and extending her tongue.

 

The man exploded all over her face in seconds, and she eagerly swallowed every properly aimed drop. The rest, she licked up with her tongue and fingers. She smiled, delighting in the taste, savoring each drop. Master would be very, very pleased with her tonight!

 

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Part 3 - Entertainment

She was very good at what she did. Master trained her well, and soon enough she was coated in the cum of a dozen patrons. She had given 16 blowjobs and three tit jobs so far. Maddeningly, not a single one of them made a move for her asshole or pussy, despite how sensually she kept them on full display.

 

She would soon fix that. Standing up suddenly, she moved across the room to a table she hadn’t approached yet. Two men were in a heated discussion, rapidly talking over each other in hushed tones. Without saying a word to interrupt them, she straddled one of the men, kissing his neck as she began to pull his cock out. She would get fucked, damn it all. She needed this!

 

Slamming down on the man’s disappointingly short dick (how could any compare to the perfection that was Master’s throbbing shaft?), she began to fuck him. He faltered in his discussion at the sudden turn of events, then soon picked things up again as she began to stick her tongue in his ear. Apparently he was in a very important discussion indeed to not let her ministrations lead to a short recess from discussion. Damn it, he was too short to allow her to cum, despite how much she needed it.

 

She moaned and writhed with pleasure regardless, faking an orgasm as the man shot his load inside her. She d***d herself across him a moment, panting, then kissed his cheek and moved on. He kept his conversation with the other man going the whole time, the jerk.

 

Damn it all, she nearly swore aloud. Who would finally make her cum…

 

She spied him. A tall man with a five o’clock shadow, built like a boxer, his body the hard muscle of a man who worked out constantly. Unlike most who were there in suits or dresses, he was wearing the loose fitting attire of a man who came to fuck first, talk business afterwards. She cleaned herself up in the back, as she tried to do after every patron or group who left her a mess. Master got upset when he got complaints of cum stains on bespoke suits.

 

Within minutes, she was ready, and to shake things up, instead of approaching him like the others, she instead casually sat down next to him in an empty chair, poured herself a glass of wine, and slowly drained it in one long pour. She could feel the man’s eyes upon her, and soon his hands joined them in touching her every delicate curve.

 

With this man, she took her time. She kissed him, nibbled his earlobe, slowly rubbed herself against the bulge in his sweatpants. Finally, breathless, she slid down his body, kissing down his muscular body until she reached his pants, pulling them down to reveal the treasure within. He was massive, though a bit too thick for what she was used to, (again, who could compare to the perfection that was Master’s flawless cock?).

 

She started with her mouth, working her tongue along the head, tasting his precum. She roughly grabbed his balls, massaging them as she milked the sweet elixir into her mouth. Finally, she turned around, lining him up with her, and slowly lowering herself onto him. She moaned (this time it was real) as the monstrous cock stretched her wider than her plugs ever had, and she came on the spot, still only half way down onto him as she cried out in pleasure.

 

A moment later, she recovered her composure, and ***d herself down the rest of the way onto the massive cock. It was so large, it practically impaled her to the brain, she thought deliriously. It took every ounce of her training to keep her composure. Within minutes, she had cum twice more, and she moved herself off him, biting her lip as instead she began to fit him into her tight asshole.

 

She moaned deeply at this, letting her head fall forward, her hair hanging across her face as she lowered herself down, her ass soon stretched wide upon this man. He seemed pleased with this turn of events, and who could blame him? This was not the kind of cock that most women could fit in their ass without splitting in half.

 

She came again, locking tight on the man’s shaft, and that finally sent him over the edge, as he pumped his hot load in her. She whimpered, apparently he was as productive as he was well endowed. She took it all, then pulled herself off him, dropping to her knees, and licking his slowly sagging cock clean. She looked up at him as she finished, placed one kiss across the head of his cock, then left the room once more.

 

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Part 4 - Results

As she returned to the pit crew backstage, who drained her of cum, cleaned her up and redid her hair, then redid any makeup work that was ruffled, she suddenly let out a primal groan of wild NEED, as the scent of her Master filled her nostrils, and she looked up to see him tower above her.

 

He was perfect. Every hair, freckle, dimple, whisker and glint in his eyes made her wetter than a week of Lodge prep ever could. She slid off her stool into position, her hands behind her head, arms apart, back straight, legs wide while she kneeled and looked straight ahead. Master inspected her, and the staff’s work, with a very practiced eye and hand. She moaned softly despite herself as his rough fingers slid across her breasts playfully.

 

Finally, he pulled out his cock, and gave her the nod. She dove upon it, enveloping him so deeply her face practically bounced off his torso as he slid down her throat. She reveled in the perfection that was Master, sucking him urgently, desperately, hungrily. At last, she made him cum, then cum again. She would not stop, massaging and squeezing his balls, she would drain every delicious drop of this man down her throat until a lesser man would not be able to walk for a week.

 

Done at last, she returned to position, looking up at Master with worshipful eyes, waiting for his next command.

 

He smiled down at her, lovingly, and stroked her cheek. She leaned against it, sighing happily. The moment continued like this, the two of them simply enjoying each other’s presence. Finally, Master spoke.

 

“Did you do your duty well tonight, my dear? Are my guests talking happily? Are their tongues wagging as much as yours was?”

 

She smiled up at him, a mischief revealed from behind her continued horniness. “The warlord at table two is planning to move a convoy he does not want inspected across the border tonight, and will pay handsomely to do so unmolested. Meanwhile, the infamous man known as Tri-Blade, seated at table five, has been hired to frame a certain politician, one who has been making a big splash lately on a campaign claiming "moral authority", in a compromising scenario, next Tuesday night. While this will destabilize western policis some, it will also drive down stock prices of circuit boards sharply, as his wife, a CEO in Silicon Valley, will be hit by the prepared media storm to follow. Estimates are that stock shorts will yield as much as 20% ROI over the next three days of the news cycle.”

 

She continued like this, sharing a half dozen pieces of highly profitable intel on Master's guests she had managed to learn. Finally, she was finished talking. Master smiled. He looked pleased indeed. After a moment, he asked, “And what of the sample, did you manage to get it?”

 

Her smile grew even more mischievous, as she reached to her table and revealed a vial of semen within, drained from the bag which had been inserved into her asshole after being donated by the well endowed man in the other room. “The DNA confirmed bastard son of the Duke you have made with this will ruin his marriage and *** his younger brother into power. Or… you’ll profit off the blackmail and have an easier time moving goods into Eastern Europe. Either way, I don’t think you’ll have much trouble with him any longer.”

 

Master looked extremely pleased as he took her hand, helping her to her feet and gesturing to the beautiful emerald dress and matching tiara being proffered by a servant. “See, this is why I married you. Now get cleaned up, your makeup redone and those crude slave bindings replaced with your lovely golden ones. Then, let the Master and Mistress of the estate make their grand entrance. We have much to celebrate, and the night is still young.”

 

She gave him an affectionate kiss on the lips, then asked eagerly, "And after that?”

 

He chuckled. “Yes, my dear, I promise I’ll make up for every orgasm you’ve missed out on in the last week, once our evening is concluded.

 

She actually giggled aloud as she hoped in place, before finally, she let the servants get to work. 20 minutes later, the two of them joined the party. She was charming, a brilliant hostess, speaking five languages as she laughed, wined, and dined the guests. Truly, she was the woman of the hour.

 

Funny enough, her Husband’s important friends never seemed to notice that she was the same slave woman that had been sucking their cocks not an hour before. Some people could really stand to profit from paying more attention.

 

THE END

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Hey all, I hope you enjoyed my new short story. I made a point to focus more on the senses this time, and really deep diving the kinks involved. Plus I think that twist at the end was awesome. Did any of you see it coming?

Like and comment to let me feel your love, I crave it oh so much! 😘

 

[ch****]

INCREDIBLE !!!!!

[Deleted Member]

Nicely written. I love the ending.

[ri****]

Superb. I didn’t spot the twist!