Slave Girl 2: Chapter 115 (Patreon)

It’s a tricky thing getting home, opening the door, then navigating the dim halls and stairs of my villa while also literally carrying my family with me, especially as they wiggled and giggled all the way, but I manage it and before long we are in our bed chambers.  The windows and balcony door had been left open so the room was fresh with the early autumn breeze.  Outside the golden evening light bathed the countryside in a warm glow.

First I let my Lady down, placing her delicate feet upon the floor as softly as a falling feather.  She thanks me with a smile and a cute bat of her big magenta eyes.  With Cassie, still slung over my shoulder, I slap my hand into her plump ass and grip it before plopping her down not nearly so daintily.

“Damn.”  I say as I roll and rub the shoulder that Cassie had just been hanging from.  “A bit less cheese and dates might not be a bad idea for your girl, my Lady.”

“What did you just…?”  Cassie stammers at my flagrant impudence.  “You are a dead man, boy!”

With a big grin I stand ready for her wrath.  I’d said it purely for this reaction of course.  While naturally thicker built than Rosa she was in no way overweight.  In fact after these last weeks of training Cassie was even slimmer and more toned than ever while still maintaining that nice big rump and bosom.  But it was still fun to tease.

“Hold on there my lovely.”  Rosa steps between us and pats Cassie’s heaving chest to soothe her.  “Not tonight.”

She grumbles under her breath before saying.  “Yes, my Lady.”  Her shoulders relax though her eyes promised me that her revenge was only delayed.

Rosa turns around to me and touches my chest.  “Tell her how you really feel.”

I sigh and confess.  “I don’t actually think she’s heavy.  I love her body just as it is.”  With a bow of my head I add.  “Apologies Miss Cassie.”

Cassie gives me a nod of acceptance then looks to our Lady with big, expectant blue eyes.  She seemed to know what was coming next.

“Very good, Master.”  Rosa pats me.  Finding my big hand she holds it in both of hers and asks in the sweetest tone.  “May we undress you, Master?”

“Master?”  In the privacy of our chamber was an odd time for her to reach for that title.

Cassie steps to my other hand and takes it in a similar fashion to Rosa then, in a very un-Cassie like way she bows her head demurely.  “Please, Sir?”

“Sir!?  Cassie?”  I look back and forth between them, confused at what they were hatching here.  One thing was clear though, they really wanted my clothes off.  “Uh…sure.”

“Thank you!”  They say in unison then begin to giggle.  Their laughter brightens the already wonderful energy that was filling the room.

As they remove my tunic the women speak among themselves.  “We are so blessed to have such a powerful Master.”  Rosa says with a gentle smile as she runs her petite hands down my muscular arm.

“Such strength.”  Cassie says as she runs fingers across the span of my chest.  “Such vigor.”

“No man is his equal.  No foe his better.”  Rosa leans in to kiss my stomach then press her cheek against my chest.  “I feel so safe in my Master’s arms.”  Taking the hint I put my arms around my slender slave girl.  Welcoming my embrace she snuggles in close.  “Mmm.”

“Loved by his women.”  Cassie smiles as she begins to remove the training subligaculum that she had made for me.  “Respected by his men.”

“Feared by his enemies.”  Rosa’s soft hand glides up and down my bare torso as Cassie pulls my bottoms away leaving me in just my cage.  “The conqueror of the fearsome harpy.”

“Vanquisher of thugs, both city and country.”

“Charmer of amazon, human, demon, wizard and goblin alike.”

“A man of honor.”  As Cassie stands she draws her hands up my calves and thighs.  “Provider.  Warrior.  Leader.  Lover.”

“Father.”  Rosa smiles as she gazes up at me, her blind eyes wide and vulnerable.  “My savior.  My hero.  My Master.”

“My man.”  Cassie presses in to join the embrace and I am only too happy to bring her into it.  “My betrothed.”

“My perfect boy.”

“Why are you speaking like this?”  I whisper to them.

“Why think, my love?  Why question?”  Rosa nuzzles my chest.  “May we put you to bed, Master?”

“Um…yes.  Sure.”

“Thank you, Master.”  Slipping her arm around me Rosa leads me to our bed, Cassie walking along held to my other side.  Beside the edge Rosa stops and turns me toward her.  “Cassie dear.  My knife and our ropes.”

“Ropes?”  I let out a whispered gasp as the breath catches in my chest.  “Oh, my Lady!  Tonight?”

With a honey sweet smile Rosa kisses my chest again.  “Shhhh.  Be at peace, my Master.”  Her fine fingers rub in a small circle at my heart.  “Be at peace.”

Cassie fetches the special extra sharp blade that Rosa had bought in case of any emergencies mid-bondage and gives it to her Lady before returning to the shelves where we kept our special vermilion ropes.  Snip.  Snip.  Snip.  At my thigh laces are carefully sliced.  Rosa cuts each securing lace then pulls my chastity cage away from my body.  The rush of clean, cool air felt incredible as it breezed against my manhood.  Except for my regular wash in frigid water my junk had not felt freedom in a long time.

At Rosa’s direction Cassie lays the ropes at the corner of the bed then takes my cage to put it on the shelf where we kept our lifestyle items.  When she returns both she and Rosa guide me into bed with tender hands and warm, loving smiles.  I am laid flat on my back in the center of the great bed.  With a soft pull here and a gentle push there Rosa has me position so that my hands and feet point to the four corners of the mattress.  Kneeling tight to my side she lays her demon warm hand across my chest to feel it rise and fall with my breath.

“Bring us clean water and a cloth.”  She says softly.

“Yes, my Lady.”  Cassie bows deeply.  Just before leaving she stops to bend low and kiss my knee.  Gazing up at me she whispers.  “You deserve this Quin.”  With that she is away.

I turn my head and look to Rosa.  “My Lady…thank you!”

“Shhhh.”  She places her finger tips at my lips and slowly traces them.  Down below her tail slithers down and over my leg.  “You are safe.  You are loved.  You are under our care.  You are Master.”  She croons with a lullaby lilt.  “Let go your worries.  Let go your fears.  Let go.”  She strokes my hair, love aglow brighter than magic in her special eyes.  “Tonight, my love, you may soar.”  Leaning in she kisses me, soft and tender.  “Away on Morpheus’ wings.”

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