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SirRajah2 -> Coming of Age Chapter 12 through 14 (3/13/2015 5:55:41 PM)
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COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twelve Two weeks
“Margarete prepared the guest room for Thomas and Julian
“Good morning Mister Thomas, Missy Julian.”
“Good morning Margarete.” Margarete sat the tray across his lap.”
“Thank you,” Julian said. “You’re welcome Missy Julian.”
Margarete rolled the breakfast cart into the Master’s bedroom and to the bed. “Good morning Missy Treasure,” she whispered gently touching her shoulder.
“Morning Margarete, I will wake him.”
“Yes. Missy,” Margarete poured the coffee as Treasure disappeared under the covers. Margarete heard Phillip moan she said to herself. “Dat Missy she know how to wake that man good.” Margarete disappeared into the closet. She began packing Mister Phillip’s bags for his trip to the coast; he would go for two whole weeks. She packed one large piece of luggage and one suit bag. She carried his suit bag down to the front hall.
Margarete finished preparing breakfast she called Mister Thomas’ room on the interphone and then she called Mister Phillip, breakfast was ready Margarete had placed all the food on the side board in the dining room. There were scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, fresh chilled melon, strawberries, and some dry cereals. The table was set, orange juice, coffee, jams, and marmalades, fresh butter formed in patties the shapes of stars and flowers fresh flowers adorned the table Margarete rolled the napkins slipped them in the silver holders. The table was perfect. Thomas and Julian arrived; Thomas sat down at one end of the table. “Julian baby, fix me a plate.” Thomas said smiling. Julian dished him up a little of everything she set his plate in front of him and poured his coffee. Thomas reached up her skirt and pinched her,
“Oh you beast you,” Julian said.
“Come here baby, I’ll show you my beast.” Julian started to duck and crawl under the table.
“Go fix your breakfast baby.”
“First a beast, then a tease – oh, men.”
“And you never tease,” Thomas said.
“No I never tease.” Julian said as she licked her lips, shook her tits, and wiggled her ass, “Well maybe a little he, he.”
Thomas roared, “Come here.” He kissed Julian, “Now let us eat.”
Thomas and Julian had just started to eat when Phillip and Treasure came in to breakfast Phillip sat at the other end of the table.
“Missy Treasure,” Margarete said, she motioned for her to sit, Margarete fixed Phillip his plate, and then she fixed one for Treasure. Treasure looked at the pitiful small amount on her plate she looked at Margarete, Margarete leaned over whispered in her ear, “at dis table Missy eat like a bird, when dat man go away, Missy can eat like a pig.” Treasure smiled at her and nodded. “Alright what is going on you girls plotting something with all that whispering?” Phillip said.
“Oh no Sir, Margarete was telling me about a bird she saw this morning.”
“Oh, uh huh, right.” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir, Mister Phillip was a little red bird I saw.” Margarete said, as she left the room.
Thomas laughed, “What?
What? Phillip said. Julian and Treasure snickered. Thomas pushed his plate away from him; Julian took it to the kitchen along with hers. Margarete brought out coffee and poured everyone another cup. She picked up Treasure’s plate on her way back to the kitchen. “Will dare be anything else?”
“No Margarete, I believe we are just fine.”
“Yes Sir,”
Phillip pushed his plate away. Treasure almost pounced on it, “here Sir, I will take that for you.” She jumped up and took it to the kitchen Margarete looked at her.
“Missy, dat my job his and yours plates.”
“Oh Margarete, I have gas. I had to get out of there anyway I could.” Treasure almost made it to the bathroom, “OH! Margarete I am so sorry.”
Margarete began to laugh. “Missy, Mister Phillip do love his morning shower don’t he. He must have pumped you good.” She had tears in her eyes. She was laughing so hard. Treasure looked at her,
“You know, he does.” Treasure began to laugh.
Phillip rang the bell again, “where is that girl?” Margarete come in wiping her eyes,
“You rang Sir?”
“Margarete where is my paper?”
“I will get it for you Sir.”
Julian asked if she could be excused, “I need to pack your bags Master.” Thomas nodded, “Yes thank you Julian.” Julian excused herself. Treasure returned to the dining room. Thomas and Phillip were reading their papers. “Treasure, go help Julian will you.” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir.” Treasure kissed Phillip on the cheek thank you Master she said as she left the room. “Now we will have a little peace and quiet to enjoy our papers,” Phillip looked over his paper at Thomas. Phillip rand the bell, Margarete appeared, “Margarete will you go help Treasure and Julian?”
“Yes Sir.”
Phillip said after Margarete left the room, “now we will have some peace.” Thomas chuckled.
The girls finished packing. The luggage sat in the hall. “With your permission Master Thomas,” Phillip said. “Yes, yes of course Phillip.” Thomas responded.
“Girls come here.” Treasure and Julian came to the study, Phillip pointed to the cushions on the floor, and Julian looked at Thomas. He nodded. Julian knelt beside Treasure. “Margarete, come in here.”
“Yes Sir.” Margarete said. Margarete came into the room, Phillip pointed to the girls, and Margarete stood behind them, her hands on their shoulders. Phillip began his instructions to the girls. Margarete is going to be in charge while Thomas and I are away. Phillip picked up a leather book. “This will be Treasure’s in it are the protocols and rituals I want Treasure to learn while I am away. I want you Julian and you Margarete to help her; if you have to demonstrate something do so. I don’t expect you to have all the rituals, protocols memorized; however, with what you have taught Treasure already, and as smart as I know she is, it wouldn’t surprise me if Treasure knew them already. Now Margarete, I want you to be Mistress in training. I know you can handle that position without any trouble at all.”
Margarete was surprised and she bowed. “Thank you Master Phillip.”
“Margaret you know what I will expect.”
“Yes Sir I do.” Julian looked up over her shoulder at Margarete and smiled, Margarete patted her shoulder.
“Are there any questions, he asked.
Julian shook her head, “No Sir.”
Treasure looked at Phillip she looked so sad, “No Master.”
“With your permission Mister Phillip,” Margarete said.
“Yes you have it Margarete.”
“Girls let us go, put the luggage in Master Phillip’s car.” Treasure and Julian got up went to the hall grabbed the luggage and rolled out to the garage. They put the luggage in the Bentley. “Ok, now let us get dem dam mens out of here.” Margarete said. Treasure looked at Margarete, Julian laughed.
“Come on let us give them a good send off.”
“Ok, when you done wid dem mens, I be in dee kitchen.”
Julian and Treasure were off to find “dem men.” Thomas looked around for Phillip; Julian had pleasured Thomas very well.
“Maybe I should go find him.” Thomas said.
Julian said, “Master, I am quite sure that Master Phillip can find his way here.”
“If Treasure will let him go,” Thomas said.
“I didn't think of that, I will go hunt for them,” Julian said,
“Oh God that woman,” Phillip was adjusting himself. “I love that woman.”
Treasure swept in behind him in a long silk robe. “Master, have a very good trip and I promise I will be good.” Treasure hugged him gave him a big kiss. “Mmmm”
“It is that time,” Thomas said. “Let’s go, love you Julian.”
“Ok, let us go.” Phillip said. Phillip and Thomas walked to the car the door closed.
“Oh thank God,” Margarete said.
“Let’s go girls.” Treasure said, “I’m hungry, now I be dee piggy,” and giggled.
Treasure and Julian sat at the table eating Margarete was cleaning the kitchen.
“I want to see that book, I’ll be right back.” Treasure said. Treasure came back in flipping the pages she looked confused, Julian this is just like the book you have. I know about all of this, what?” “Julian!” Treasure stood akimbo almost glaring at Julian, “Missy Treasure sit.” Margarete said Treasure sat down, “Now we will talk about this and give you some history lesson, so you listen, real good Missy girl.” Margarete said.
“Treasure there are five of these, one the original is in the library it was written by hand, the book belonged to Master Phillip’s daddy. Master Phillip’s momma died giving birth to him; Phillip’s daddy brought in a wet nurse for Phillip, that nurse became his slave. Master Phillip was raised by Cicely she raised him as his daddy was raised. Cicely died twenty years ago.
“That still does not explain the books.” Treasure said,
“Treasure, Cicely was my mother,” Julian said. “I was raised here, we lived in the apartment over the garage, I was raised like my mother, and I was raised like my momma, trained, like she was trained. We raised you and trained you as I was raised, you see Treasure, I was a slave trained to serve and then I met Thomas, fell in love with him, he was not a Master then, he loved me, oh how he loved me, I told momma about him, she told Phillip’s daddy he told Phillip. Phillip talked to Thomas and explained that I was a submissive, Thomas accepted Phillip’s offer; Phillip not only trained him, but also sent him to college and hired him. Now for the book, my momma gave me a copy I gave it to Phillip, he used it to train Thomas; now Phillip made a copy for himself, and momma’s book is in the library. I have the copy momma gave me, you have Phillip’s copy.” “Now the other two books Mister Lloyd, Phillip’s attorney has one and Dr. Paul Gaskins has the other.”
“Phillip’s daddy sent Lloyd and Dr. Paul to college because Phillip asked his daddy to do that for his 18th birthday. His daddy did, Mister Phillip Lloyd and Paul have been friends since they were old enough to walk. Now that is the history of the book.” Julian finished.
“You have known Phillip, all your life,” Treasure asked Julian. “Yes, I have, he is a few years older than I am.”
“Well how did you get me?” Treasure asked.
“Thomas and I found out I couldn’t get pregnant. Thomas told Phillip how depressed I was. He told Thomas one day he had seen two little girls in the market stealing fruit, he had his people check them out, they found out you were and orphan. Phillip made arrangements so we could get you. Honey, Phillip had us appointed as your guardian’s, when you told us you wanted to be just like me, we thought it was a phase and you would grow out of it but you didn’t. Phillip saw you once when you were sixteen or so, he said you were beautiful and he said he would love to have you as a slave. Thomas talked to me, and we thought why not? He had done so much for us it was only then that we allowed you to see more and more of the life style. The more you saw Heather, the more you wanted, we allowed you to see more.”
Treasure looked at Julian, “I should be mad as hell with you and Thomas, but I can’t be mad, I love him so much and I do love you both.” Treasure looked at Margarete. “I suppose you have something to tell me to don’t you?”
“About what Missy?”
“Try about how you wound up here.”
“Oh dat” ain’t much to say. I came here as a young girl to clean and cook after Julian’s momma died. I took care of old Mister Dubois while Phillip was off in college. Phillip came home after college and when his daddy died he went to the bank I worked for him then, like I do now.”
“How long have you been here Margarete?” “I been here thirty-two years, I came here when I was thirteen maybe fourteen. My momma was kilt by my daddy dem dey hung him, my daddy.”
Treasure flipped the pages checking off the rituals and protocols she knew by heart it wasn’t until she got almost to the end that there were protocols and rituals she didn’t know. Treasure looked at Julian, “It won’t take me two days much less two weeks to learn these why did he leave for two weeks?” Margarete looked at Julian then at Treasure.
”Treasure,” Julian said,” Phillip did not really give you two weeks, he gave Margarete two weeks to see if she could get along with you, she was going to retire and leave if she couldn’t.
Treasure stood up, “No way, no way in hell; you leave over my dead body you hear me Margarete?”
“Missy Treasure, I stay only if you stay out of my job what I done for Thirty-two I do for another thirty-two, I don’t do yourn job, and you stay out of my job.”
“Ok,” Treasure, said. “But you have to tell me what you do.”
“No Missy Treasure.”
“What?”
“I will tell you what my job ain't, dat be easier.”
Treasure smiled. “Ok, you have a deal.”
“Well not yet we do,” Margarete said. “Dare are some things, Mister Phillip do to me and I do to him, dats my job too.”
“Like what,” Treasure said.
Margarete looked at Julian.
“Tell her,” Julian said.
“I help, Mister Phillip when he wants two girls or when he wants to poke my butt.”
“Oh is that all,” Treasure said.
“What if I wanted a girl would you be that girl, Margarete?”
“Yes Missy.” Treasure,
“Mister Phillip said I was to be with you any time, he wanted me too, or you wanted me too,”
“Oh did he huh.”
“Yes Missy,”
“He did, well he is the boss isn't he.”
“Yes Missy.”
“Ok then, now do we have a deal.”
“Yes Missy Treasure, we do.”
Treasure went to Margarete, hugged her, and kissed her.
“Now that we have that all straightened out. What should we do? Julian said,
“Hot tub?” treasure said.
“Oh yes, let’s go.” Julian said,
Margarete, Julian, and Treasure went to the hot tub, stripped and got in.
“What are we going to do for two weeks?” Treasure said.
“We vacation wid out dem dam mens!” Margarete said.
“Oh you are such a slut Margarete.” Julian said.”
“Only to you and Missy Treasure I will be you slut.” She laughed.
They sat in the tub and talked. Treasure learned what her jobs were, she learned the secrets of the house and the little things that Phillip liked, and things he didn't like. Julian told her a little about the Society de Sade.
Treasure now knew the how and why of that little scar on Julian’s mound, it was Thomas’ brand.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Thirteen Christmas
Treasure woke, rolled onto her side; she looked at a sleeping Phillip. Treasure leaned over to him and gently kissed him, “Merry Christmas,” Master, Treasure said softly. Phillip stirred, Treasure slipped under the covers. Phillip was startled, his eyes popped wide open, and he sat up, “Damn!” Phillip threw back the covers Treasure lay there giggling. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and spit an ice cube from her mouth,
“Merry Christmas,” she said.
“Oh you little slut, come here.” Treasure jumped into his arms, and then kissed him
Phillip dragged her across his knee. He spanked her spelling Merry Christmas one spank for each letter, he said. ”Want to try for a Happy New Year?”
Treasure moaned. “Oh yes, you mean, mean, man.” Margarete pushed the door open, “good morning, Merry Christmas, oh my we having fun early. I thought the spankings would be after dinner, tonight at the party.”
Phillip said, “This is a pre-Christmas gift.” Y,” spank, “E,” spank, “A,” spank, “R,” Spank, spank, spank,
Treasure moaned, and said, “Many more Master.” Treasure lay across Phillip’s lap, he used her butt as his tray, and the saucer for his coffee cup rested nicely on her right cheek, Treasure was propped on her elbows drinking her coffee.
“Sir, may I get up, I have to pee.” Phillip spanked her butt one more time. Treasure accentuating her walk she stopped struck the pose of a movie star looking back over her shoulder she batted her eyes. “Ooooooh, Master would you like to shower with me, I washee – washee real good Master.” She turned and went into the bathroom; she peed and then she stepped in the shower.
Treasure had almost completed her shower when Phillip stepped in, “now my girl, you said something about a washee, washee.”
“Yes Master, me washee, washee you real good,” Treasure put her arms around Phillip’s neck, “I love you.”
“And I love you too,” Phillip said.
Phillip and Treasure rode the elevator down to the first floor, when the door opened they stepped into a beehive of activity. Margarete was the queen bee directing the decorating crew and the catering help. She looked at Phillip, she pointed to the small table in the corner, Phillip, and Treasure sat. Margarete brought them two plates with silver warmers covering them; she set them on the table and removed the covers. Phillip looked at the plate, and Treasure laughed loud,
“What’s this Margarete,” Phillip said.
“Sir, wid all I has to do, you lucky you gots dat PB&J,” she set two glasses of milk and a cup of coffee on the table. Margarete rushed out of the kitchen, “No! That does not go there.”
Phillip took a bite, “Mmmm, not bad, not bad at all,” he said. Treasure was eating hers with one hand and drinking milk with the other, Phillip smiled pointed to his lip, “my dear you have the cutest milk mustache I have ever seen on a woman.”
Treasure licked her lip, “these are my favorite sammich,” she said.
Phillip took a bite then a sip of his milk, “hey that is better,” he said
Treasure smiled and patted his leg.
“I’m going to my office; at least there I will have a little peace and quiet. I am sure Margarete can find you something to do,” he smiled.
“Ok Sir, if you need anything,” she said, and licked her lips, “call me ok.” Treasure searched for any package with her name on it, she found none, she had searched where she could search, and still she found nothing. She knew Phillip had not forgotten he had bought over 100 presents, plus the ones for Margarete. Treasure had gotten more for Margarete and Phillip; she had sent some to Thomas and Julian. Phillip had hidden her present that was it; he had hidden hers very well.
Margarete sat down, she looked around, everything was ready, the valets, the doormen, the waiters, the bus boys, the food, and the chef was still fussing with some of the food, the champagne chilled. Phillip and Treasure had gone up to dress, Margarete grabbed the waiter who had been flirting with her, “honey go get me a cold beer,” Margarete said while she was patting the waiter’s butt,
“Yes ma’am he said.”
Margarete drank her beer. “Now I go get dressed for dis party,”
“Yes ma’am I could help you get dressed, you know,”
“Honey after this party over, you be too tired and I am too tires now.”
The magic hour approached, Phillip walked around with Margarete the decorator, and the chef. Phillip pointed out several mistakes, the decorator had her people fix it right then. “Yes Bon, Tre Bon.” Phillip said.
Margarete called a meeting of all the people, she talked to the staff as if she was there best friend and she told them if they screwed up she would take them to the Bayou and feed what was left of them to the gators. The staff all nodded they knew she wasn’t kidding.
The valet called in, the first guests had arrived. The chef called places, Margarete said, “Let’s get to it. Remember nobody moves, until they are in the door and their coats are checked and they are greeted, keep a close watch your stations.”
Phillip and Treasure took their places the doorman let them in the coat check took their coats. She gave Lloyd a number.
“Hello Lloyd, Merry Christmas, May I present my Treasure, Treasure this is Lloyd Davis and Karen Lloyd, Karen this is my Treasure,”
“My pleasure Treasure I am so very happy to finally meet you, Karen nodded to Treasure and leaned forward for a kiss on the cheek, my pleasure as well Treasure. Lloyd arrived at 7:20, twenty minutes late; the last guest arrived at 9:10. Treasure was tired, she was kissed, she shook hands with more than 120 couples, and one of the last to arrive was Dr. Paul Gaskins and Dorothy. Dr. Paul wasn't in a tux or even a suit, he had left the hospital operating room only 30 minutes ago, he picked up Dorothy who was dressed to the nines, and she was beautiful. Treasure looked at all the women within her view, they were twenty something to forty something all were very pretty or just beautiful. Treasure noticed that a lot of the women wore a gold or silver choker necklace with a hollow diamond shape in the center of the choker. Treasure looked at Dorothy’s choker, the round bars that made up the diamond shape, also made a cross in the center of the diamond the letters inside the cross on the upper left side was a “P” and the lower right letter was a “G.” Treasure knew for sure the collared slaves wore the chokers; they were like her owned. Treasure felt her neck, she had no choker, no collar, but she was owned, she had signed the contract, she had devoted herself to Phillip.
Treasure saw Margarete come into the hall, “Oh my God,” Treasure said. Margarete was beautiful, a long azure blue silk dress, her hair, her makeup was flawless, she wore a choker necklace on her neck. When Margarete got close enough to Treasure, she read the initials they were J.D. She also had a large glittering solitaire diamond in the center. Treasure hugged her, you are beautiful, she wore no bra, no panties, Margarete, was a, sensuously succulent walking, talking, and embodiment of sex appeal.
Phillip kissed Margarete, “the house is beautiful, and everything is beautiful, you have out done yourself.” He said.
“Mister Phillip, I can remember your daddy, and his Christmas parties, I only try to keep up the tradition.” She said.
“My daddy wold proud, he was always proud of you.” Phillip kissed her again.
“Shall we, Phillip offered, his arms to Margarete and Treasure, Together they walked into the midst of the guests. Food and champagne abounded. People stood in clusters, then went from cluster-to-cluster and talked. Treasure noticed several guests had gone off in the direction of the playroom. The hallway to the playroom was barricaded; it was off limits to the staff.
“Master,” she said, “may I be excused please, I need to pee.”
“Yes Treasure,” he said and patted her arm.
“Margarete, I guess it is you and me, shall we,
“Yes Sir, we shall.”
Treasure went to the powder room, then the playroom. She entered and stood beside the door. There were a dozen or so people in the playroom. She saw several different couples playing, one was dropping hot candle wax all over his girls wiggling body, and another was just beginning to pierce his girl’s breasts with needles of all different gauges and lengths. Treasure shivered, she loved the needle play, the last couple playing he was treating her to fire play.
Treasure liked everything, she saw except fire play, even though she knew it was safe, it was not her favorite play. Treasure, shivered to see the flame dancing to life, and then just as quickly snuffed out by her Master’s hand. Treasure could not get used to seeing Master Phillip rub brandy and alcohol on her beautiful breast then light it. Treasure would watch the clear blue flame leap to life, feel her breast turn ice cold before it began to warm, Master Phillip would rub his hand over her breast smothering the crystal blue flame, the aroma of burned brandy with the slightness aroma of singed hair, “Oh the thought,” Treasure was becoming aroused. She left the room to find Phillip.
Phillip was chatting with Paul and Lloyd, Margarete was off directing the troops after making her presence felt,
“Master, I am back.” Hello Treasure, Paul, and Lloyd said, hello
It is about mid-night, I have to take my place, “come Treasure,” yes Master.
Phillip took his place on the bandstand. He raised his hand. The chamber musicians stopped playing. “May I have your attention please?” The guest began to crowd the stage. Margarete walked forward with Dorothy, Dorothy placed a kneeling pillow on the floor. Margarete held a golden tray. “I would like to introduce you to my slave Treasure.” Treasure looked at him, then at the crowd.” Treasure kneel, “yes Master.” I formally collar you as Treasure slave to the house of Dubois. “Phillip placed the collar on her neck and locked it. The crowd clapped and whistled, the other women wearing collars picked her up and scurried her away, they all kissed her, hugged her, welcomed her into the Society. Treasure looked in the mirror, her collar gold and silver choker necklace, the diamond was cross shape, his initials P and D there was no stone, or even a place for a stone.
Margarete came in the room. The other women moved out of her way and bowed slightly, she hugged Treasure and kissed her. Margarete turned, stood beside Treasure. “Ladies, I want to introduce my Mistress.” Treasure looked around; she couldn’t believe, who was Margaret’s mistress. “Ladies I present to you, Mistress Treasure.” Margarete said.
Treasure was dumbfounded, all the ladies hugged her again, they congratulated her again; a few older ladies hugged Margarete and said, this was a very special and rare event. When the excitement had calmed, Treasure took Margarete by the arm; “what is going on? I am no mistress Margarete, Tell me.”
“It is a long story Missy Treasure, a very long story. I will tell you later when the guest thin out some,”
“Ok,” Treasure said, “and Margarete, your collar the gem-stone?”
“I will tell you about that too, now go mingle, show off.”
Treasure smiled, she joined the other ladies. The other ladies now seemed to treat Treasure with more respect and formality. The respect she liked the formality she didn’t like. Treasure made her way back to Phillip, “Master I have a problem,” she said.
“What is it Treasure, What problem could you have?”
She whispered, “Margarete, said I was her mistress to those other women.”
“She did.” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir,” “well, she can do it. I think it’s great, she has a lot of faith and trust in you only knowing you these last six months.”
“But Master, I don’t’ know what to do.”
“Trust me Treasure, you’re doing fine. We will talk when the crowd thins some.
“Oooh,” Treasure said, as she tapped her foot.
“Come now Treasure, don’t dally, we have guest to entertain.”
“Yes Sir.”
Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Santa said, Wow! Santa Claus is here. Santa all dressed in his red suit trimmed with white fur. His wide leather belt girded his rotund waist and knee high black leather boots. On his head, he wore his cap. Behind him was his elf in her green jacket and short pants her long green socks in her red shoes with the toes rolled up into a point, a little bell hung off each toe. Her little three cornered elf hat sat on her golden curls.
“Come on slave, we have presents for these folks.” “Yes Master Sadist T Claus,” his elf said. Sadist Clause went to the bench and sat. His slave elf dragged his bag full of gifts across the floor to him. When she was close enough, Sadist T Claus grabbed her, pulled her over his knee, and spanked her. “Oh!” He said, “first things first.” He let his elf slip from his knee to the floor she got off the floor rubbing her butt. “I liked him better when he was just a jolly old fat man,” his elf said. The elf pulled a gift from his bag and handed it to Sadist Clause, “oh this is for Dorothy,” Sadist Clause said. “Come her little girl; see what Sadist Clause has for you, everyone laughed. Sadist Clause pulled Dorothy onto his lap, he promptly fondled her, then handed her the gift. “Ho, Ho, Ho,” he said. “Now go ho” he spanked her butt when she left.
“Now” he said, “who’s next.” “Slave elf, which one of our ladies is next,” she reached in the bag pulled out a package and handed it to Sadist Clause. “Where is that girl Treasure,”
Treasure said, “Oh no. I can’t,”
“Oh you will my dear,” Phillip said, he gave Treasure a push; the elf came to get Treasure. Treasure saw the elf close up, “Julian,” she said. “Is that Thomas,” Julian nodded. Treasure pulled up her dress to her knees and ran to Sadist Clause, she jumped into his lap and hugged him, she whispered, “I have missed you and Julian so much,”
Sadist Clause began to fondle and caress her, he handed her the gift and when she rose, she presented her butt for a few extra spanks. She hugged Julian and kissed her, then ran to Master Phillip, “Oh Master I love you so.”
Treasure un-wrapped her gift, it was an empty box, disappointedly she looked at Phillip, and he said “the box isn’t empty Treasure, look again,” in the bottom lay a piece of paper, on the paper a note. “Merry Christmas, love Thomas and Julian,” the other side, read look outside, sitting outside the window was a silver car, with a big red ribbon and bow on it .
“What is it?” she said.
“Honey it looks like a BMW M6,” Phillip said.
“OH! Goody, goody.” Treasure and Phillip walked outside to look at it, it was a convertible, “wow” Treasure said. “It’s just like the one Dr. Paul has.
“Almost,” Phillip said, “His is a hard top. Treasure turned to Phillip hugged him. She said, “I don’t need a car Master, I’m either with you or Margarete, besides, I don’t have a license to drive, I never learned to drive.
“Well don’t tell Thomas or Julian that you can’t drive.”
“I will figure it out, Ok, Master,” Treasure said.
The majority of the guests were gone by two in the morning; the caterer had packed up about all his wares and would be back to finish the rest in the morning. He had cleaned up as much as they could while the guests were still moving around. The chamber musicians had left around one, the people who remained about twenty of them were in the den. Phillip and Treasure went in. Phillip made the rounds shaking hands with all the men, the women who were kneeling bowed and the ones seated also bowed. Margarete seated in an out of the way corner bowed when Phillip and Treasure stood before her, and then she kissed Treasure’s hand. Margarete said one and only one word to Treasure, and said that one word loud enough for all to hear. The word was Mistress! Treasure was about to say something when Phillip squeezed her arm. “Shhh,” he said. “Either say nothing, or command her, or thank her, nothing else.” Treasure said loudly for all to hear, “Thank you Margarete!” Treasure finished making the rounds with Phillip.
He sat in an armchair. Treasure walked behind him to his right side, and then kneeled. Margarete got up, walked behind Treasure, and kneeled on her left side. Phillip asked Treasure to find him a drink. “Yes Master,” she said, she began to rise when she felt a hand on her shoulder, I will get it Missy. Treasure knew from her tone of voice to agree with her. Margarete rose, she took three steps backwards, went to the bar, poured his scotch. She set it on a tray then returned. She knelt beside Treasure, handed her the tray then rose and moved back to her position, Treasure served Master Phillip, “Thank you Treasure, he said.”
“Thank you Margarete,” Treasure said,
”You welcome Missy Treasure.”
It was then that all the collared women rose to fix drinks for their Masters. Treasure, you, and yours pass around the cigars, “yes Master.”
Margarete rose, then Treasure rose, they went to the side board, Margarete put the humidor on the tray, she whispered, you hold the cutter and the matches and the striker, you open the box, I will present it, after he chooses, hand him the cutter.” Treasure interrupted. “I used to light Thomas’ cigars. “ Ok” Missy, we offer the cigars to Master first, he will wave us off, but take his favorite cigar out, now put it behind the humidor, when we go to him last put it back in the box.
Margarete and Treasure went to each Master; a few let their slaves have a cigar. Finally coming back around to Phillip, Treasure put the cigar she saved in the box, they were about to Phillip when Thomas and Julian walked up to them, Margarete opened the box, Thomas took Phillip’s favorite cigar, she handed him the clipper, then the matches, he lit the cigar, Oh this is a fabulous cigar. Treasure looked into the box there were four cigars left. They finally got back to Phillip. Treasure opened the box, Phillip took a cigar holder from his pocket and pulled his favorite cigar out, he looked at Treasure, “he said, I learned the first time to put a few away cause this happens every Christmas, New Years and at Mardi Gras, I saw you try and hide one for me, it almost worked, you’re Good girls.” Treasure lit his cigar, "Thank you.” Treasure, put the cutter on the tray. Margarete set the tray on the sideboard. Treasure took her place beside Master and Margarete took her place.
Phillip stood, “gentlemen a toast to a good year, and a better one next year and as tradition, a toast to our ladies, if it were not for them, we would all be miserable bastards. To our ladies,” “Here, here,” the group said. Then each took his ladies hand, she stood beside him each one said, “Thank you lady, and thank you.” The Master’s all of them, without exception, kneeled on one knee and kissed their ladies hand. Then they rose. Phillip kissed Treasure’s and Treasure then kissed Margaret’s hand. Margarete said, ladies let us adjourn to the den, the ladies all stood, Margarete said go, they won’t go before you Missy Treasure, Treasure led the procession to the den. Once there, Margarete said, “with your permission Missy Treasure,
”yes, yes of course Margarete.
“The bar is open; there are robes if any of you are tired of being trussed up. Several, immediately began to peel their clothes off their bodies. Treasure saw a varied assortment of body slimming body suits. Margarete nudged Treasure, whispered strip girl, put on a robe. Treasure felt Margarete pulling down her zipper, she slipped the dress off, threw it on the sofa, walked nude to the rack, picked out a robe. Margarete was right behind her. Soon all the body suits hose garters, bra’s, panties, thongs were piled on a chair. The ladies drank some, smoked cigars. Treasure said in a whisper, Margarete can we all fit in the hot tub. Margarete nodded, it will be tight, but yes, we will all fit. Treasure said as she stood, ladies follow me. The hot tub waits. Margarete, make sure there are no stragglers,” “yes missy,” she said, then walked out the door into the hall past the study, the Master took notice and followed, the ladies paraded single file through the kitchen out the door across the porch, one by one they dropped their robes on the bench and stepped into the tub. The Masters watched; one said, “We ought to…” Phillip cut him off and said, “Yes we ought to go back to the study, to do anything else would break the tradition and I will not break it or want to be the one that does. Paul how long did Dorothy burn your dinner after you did something stupid. I am going to the study”; the rest followed,
Thomas said, “I hate warm beer, burned dinners, and dirty pussy,”
“Here! Here!” they said.
The ladies all got in the tub; they sat hip to hip arm to arm. It was Dorothy, who started it, when she kissed Pat and told her to pass it on. What is that old adage? One thing leads to another, well it did. There was an orgy in the tub, Treasure felt more than one pair of hands on her, she sat back, spread her legs a little more and enjoyed, she said, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Fourteen the Warehouse
“Treasure, come go with me, I have to check on some cargo at the warehouse.”
“Yes Sir,”
“Dress Vanilla,” We will go to dinner afterwards. Treasure went to get dressed; she came down wearing a skirt, a white silk long sleeve blouse.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“You are my pretty girl, come on lets go.” He opened the car door for her. When she got in the car, he saw the pink thong she was wearing he smiled.
Phillip drove the slick BMW convertible to the warehouse on the pier. He pulled up to a huge building. Phillip left the car running, he got out to unlock, a big door, slid it open, he came back, pulled the car in; he got out and closed the door. The warehouse was huge, it was pitch black inside, and the only lights were from the car's headlights. Phillip drove to the other end and parked close to an office door. The warehouse was spooky and creepy, Treasure shivered. Phillip got out of the car, went to Treasure’s side of the car he opened her door. He offered his hand to her. She reached out to take his hand.
Phillip grabbed her hand; he pulled her out of the car, and twisted her arm behind her back. He threw his other arm around her neck. Phillip walked backward dragging her to the office. “Bitch, keep your mouth shut, you hear me,” Phillip dragged her as if he would a sack of potatoes.
He kicked open the door, the light came on, a pair of hand cuffs were tied to the rope that hung from a rafter in the center of the room, Treasure screamed, she had never seen him this way, he was very frightening, she was scared, “shut up bitch,” Phillip said. He slapped her face; he put one wrist in the cuffs, then the other wrist. Phillip pulled the rope tight lifting her arms until she was standing on her toes.
“Oh! Please Phillip, what have I done? I don’t understand. Please Phillip; let me down, it hurts please.” Treasure was crying, she was shaking, Phillip grabbed her blouse, pulled her to him, took his thumb smeared her lip stick, pressing hard with his thumb he smeared it to the right, then to the left, her lipstick was smeared from ear to ear. “You, fucking painted whore,” Phillip yelled. He pulled her hair, “look at yourself, your dressed like a fucking slut, a fucking piss whore!” Treasure screamed. “Shut up, you fucking piss whore!” Treasure screamed again. “Shut up bitch!” Phillip said and slapped her face. Treasure looked like she was going into shock.
“I know how to fix a slut like you.” He sneered, he reached behind his back under his coat, and he pulled a knife out of his waistband. He pulled the sheath off the knife. The shiny blade caught the light and flashed in Treasure’s eyes. Phillip grabbed her hair with his left hand; with his right hand, he laid the knife on her cheek under her eye. “You painted slut, I will fix you,” he said. He slid the knife down her cheek. He shook her head and showed her the knife, there on the blade was her lipstick he had scraped it off her cheek. Treasure eyes dilated open in spite of the room’s bright lights. Now slut, let’s see what you have under those rags? Let’s see what you’re trying to hide from me.”
Phillip began to cut her clothes off he started with her jacket. He put the knife under her jacket lapel, and cut it to her shoulder then he cut it to her shoulder then he cut her jacket sleeve down her arm to the wrist. Treasure was squirming, struggling she tried to kick Phillip. He laughed, “Yes struggle you slut, Struggle.” Treasure screamed at him, “I hate you! Let me go you bastard!”
“Let you go, nonsense you fucking slut, you must atone for you sins oh, yes, yes, yes,” Phillip sliced the lapel on the left and sliced her sleeve down her arm. Treasure’s jacket fell to the floor.
Phillip ran the knife under blouse and cut the first button off. Treasure heard it pop off and then she heard it hit the floor with a click. Phillip, cut the next button. Treasure was screaming, yelling, pleading, with Phillip. Treasure peed on herself, her pee ran down her leg, and puddled on the floor at her feet. “Oh you nasty piss whore!” Treasure twisted, and turned she kicked at him. Phillip cut the next button off, he pulled her blouse from her skirt, and he flipped her blouse open with the knife and stroked and squeezed her breasts hard. “Oh God, Please Phillip,” she pleaded. Her words fell on deaf ears, he wasn't listening, Phillip cut the last button off, and then he cut one sleeve, then the other sleeve, cutting so slowly taking his time, listening to the knife cut the thin silk. He looked at the knife as if it were talking to him, and in a sense it was talking to him. The music it made as it cut the clothe revealing her body. He cut up the other sleeve, smiling, “Oh slut, it’s a shame I am going to skin such a lovely body.” Her blouse fell to the floor.
Phillip took the knife, laid it on her breast, the cold steel made Treasure shiver. Phillip began to trace the outline of her bra, onto her skin. He took the point of the knife dragging it down her skin leaving a red scratch. He started on her left shoulder, on her back he traced the inside of her shoulder strap, to the top of the elastic strap, then across her back to the other shoulder strap and up to her shoulder he traced the other side of her shoulder strap down to the back strap to her side. Little trickles of blood began to form on the scratches. He traced a line along the bottom edge of her bra strap all the way around her body. He finished in the back where he started. He traced the front of her bra down the shoulder strap along the top edge of the cup, over her breast to the front; Then up the other cup along the top edge of that cup over her breast. The red scratch shone plainly against her skin. He finished at her other shoulder.
He slipped the knife under the strap, pulled on the knife. The strap parted the elastic pulling the strap, she felt slap her back. Treasure was petrified. She knew if she moved he would cut her. He slid the knife across her chest and cut the other strap. He slid the knife down between her tits and cut the fabric between them. Her bra fell to the floor exposing her breasts. Phillip grabbed her nipple, pulled if and stretched it then slid the knife across it as if he was going to cut it off. He stood back, the red scratches outlined where her bra used to be. Phillip took the point and flipped the barbell in her nipple. “I will delight in taking that barbell out of course you know, I will take the nipple too.” He laughed. Treasure had not stopped screaming and cursing him.
Phillip traced a line down her belly to the skirt she was wearing. He traced it down until he felt her mound then her crotch; he pushed the knife through her dress at her crotch and cut her skirt to the hem. Phillip traced a line up the inside of her leg to her crotch, then to her mound. He slipped the knife under what was left of her skirt to the waistband and in one quick pull cut through it. Her skirt fell to the floor, “Oh how sweet” he said. “Little pink panties they will soon be red with your blood when I skin you alive. Treasure screamed, she had screamed so much she was becoming hoarse. Phillip put the blade of the knife between her legs pulled the point up in her slit, Treasure moaned. “O God Phillip, please stop.” Phillip cut her panties off; he pulled them from between her legs with a jerk. Her panties were wet with her pee, Phillip smelled them, yes, yes, he said. He put his knife on her clit. “Piss you fucking slut.” He commanded. Treasure was so scared she strained to piss; she pissed on herself and farted.
Phillip laughed. Now slut! Phillip broke up laughing he reached up cut the rope. Treasure started to giggle,” I am so sorry Master it slipped.” “I guess I scared it out of you huh. Phillip laughed,” Come here you bitch.” Treasure went to Phillip, he unlocked one cuff, and Treasure slipped the other off her wrist. Phillip hugged her; kissed her. “I am so horny she said. Treasure reached down, and touched Phillip, he was erect “Come on” he said.
She started to pick up, “no leave them, get in the car,” Phillip drove to the other side of the warehouse and out the door. He drove to the end of the pier, “get out,” he said, Phillip walked to the back of the car, Treasure took his cock from his pants, he bent her over the trunk and pounded her, “Oh God yes,” Treasure said. “Harder, Master, please Master.” Treasure screamed when she orgasmed, he pounded her harder, Treasure felt Phillip cum. “Oh God!” he said.
“Ok, shall we go he said? Treasure got in the car, leaned over to his seat, and gave him head on the way home. Phillip would begin laughing he made a little fart sound with his mouth. Treasure would nibble a little harder on him. “Ok, ok,” he said. Treasure rose up and laughed, she farted again. Phillip laughed so hard he had to pull off the road. Treasure was red from embarrassment, she was hiding her face and giggling, “Oh baby,” he said. “I am sorry,” “Excuse me Treasure said.” Phillip farted and laughed, Treasure slapped him on the shoulder, “ooooooh men,” she said. Phillip laughed.
He pulled back on the road and drove home slowly, they both would chuckle, and giggle, Treasure said, “I don’t see anything funny about a fart.” Phillip laughed said, “it was a man thing,” “it must be she said, “I don’t get it.”
Margarete was up drinking a beer in the kitchen. When Phillip and Treasure came in your home early, she said, “yeah” Phillip said.” “I’d like one too.” Treasure said, “Getting beer is a man thing ain't it,” Margarete said. “What” Treasure exclaimed.
Phillip laughed and said, “I will tell you later.” Phillip walked to the fridge, got two beers, he put them on Treasure’s back she turned, and he kissed her. “I do love you,” he said you know that don’t you. Whispering, she said, “Yes, I do.” Now get those fucking cold beers off my back and I love you too.” Treasure and Phillip finished their beers and went up to sleep.
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