The Penthouse Ch. 14: Sakura

The sack went in the back seat with slut, Sakura again in the front seat with Master. A short drive later Master made another stop in a seedier part of town. As we walked into the small shop the smell of leather was overpowering. A large, tattooed gentleman came out of the back of the store and greeted Master as an old friend. Master told him what he was looking for and the gentleman kept looking over Sakura and nodding his head. He took Sakura by the hand and led her over to a rack of cuffs and fitted her with both wrist and ankle lined leather cuffs. Meanwhile Master was over looking at collars. He picked out a heavy black leather one with chrome studs and a much smaller modest burgundy one, both like the ones Master had given slut.

Once the shop gentleman had fitted the cuffs, he took a short chain and connected the ankle cuffs together and them clipped the wrist cuffs together behind her back. Master called her over and told her to kneel when she got to him. Sakura had difficulty with her wrists behind her back and her ankles hobbled, so the shop gentleman helped her down. Master took the heavy black collar, put it to Sakura’s lips and she kissed it. Master asked if she accepted Sir as her Master and when she whispered “Yes Sir, Please” fastened the heavy collar around Sakura’s neck. Master picked her up and she hugged him, smiled, and started to cry. Master gave me a confused look but held her tight until the tears stopped.

Master had some things to discuss with the owner as well as settling the bill. Sakura and I wandered through the store. Sakura was still hobbled with the chain connecting her ankle cuffs and with her hands fastened behind her back. There was a large selection of crops and whips which caught Sakura’s eye. I explained what they were and what they were used for. I tried to explain what each one felt like but she didn’t have a frame of reference to grasp what I was saying. Master noticing her interest wandered over. From her questions Sir quickly understood her issue.

“Sakura, lean over that counter” Master told her. She was startled but quickly complied. Master raised Sakura’s dress up to her waist, leaving her panty less ass bare.

Master took several implements off the wall and handed me a crop. “slut, show Sakura what each implement feels like. Gently, no mark should be visible tomorrow.”

I’m not that used to being the one wielding the implements. My first strike was harder than I intended and got a shriek and then a moan from Sakura. Master gave me a very stern look. I started again much softer and built up slowly almost to the first strike. About halfway through Sakura’s ass was a nice shade of pink and she had started to moan.

Master took the crop and handed slut a flogger. I took a few practice swings in the air, but even though my first stroke on her ass was light it wrapped badly and the tails left angry red marks on the side of her cute ass. I got another look from Master that told me I was in trouble. I managed to land a dozen strokes with the flogger without further mishap. Sakura’s moans were now steady, though the pitch was increasing.

Master took the flogger from slut and stepped up to Sakura with the paddle. His first blows were merely taps which increased in intensity until Sir saw her head pop up after a very firm strike. Master laid the paddle down and took Sakura into his arms.

Tears were running down her cheeks and she was breathing heavily but was also smiling from ear to ear. She spoke softly, “Thank you Sir and slut for showing me the devices. I think I understand why people like them. There is pain, but it turns into something else.”

Master held her tight and said, “Yes, it releases chemicals in the brain that can give a sense of euphoria, we call it subspace, long distance runners call it runner’s high. Now slut and I are going to show you how they are used in a more severe scene.”

Master motioned for slut to take Sakura’s place leaning over the table. I felt my dress lifted up over my ass. I heard the whistle of the crop before I felt the pain explode on my right butt cheek followed closely by one on my left and then a dozen more covering my ass. My ass was on fire as there was a very brief respite while Master changed tools. I think the wrap of the flogger around my ass was intentional to show slut why it is avoided. It tore a scream from slut, which was still echoed as slut received another dozen proper flogger strokes across her ass and thighs.

I heard Master pick up the paddle and Sir’s command to count. There were only six paddle strokes, but they covered my ass from the top down to the final hard stroke in the tender spot where the thigh joins the ass. The “six” was more of a scream than a count.

Master pulled me upright and into a group hug with him and Sakura. Master kissed my mouth and Sakura my tears. Then Master kissed Sakura, a long deep kiss that she quickly returned. We stood there together in the hug Sakura and my red glowing asses still on full display under our raised dresses. Suddenly I heard applause behind me which caused a big smile on Master’s face. Apparently, a small group had come into the shop during Master’s demo, and had enjoyed watching our asses get beat.

Master whispered, “Turn and bow to your appreciative audience.”

Sakura and slut both complied though Sakura’s cheeks turned as red as her ass. Our bows got another round of applause and a few appreciative comments which if possible, turned Sakura’s cheeks even redder.

Master lowered our skirts and told us to go look around the store while he settled up with the owner for buying the instruments we had used. I noticed several of our audience were also talking and asking questions of Master. I held Sakura tight both from friendship and to stabilize herself as she learned to walks with her ankles still chained together and her hands still connected behind her back.

Sakura suddenly stopped. It took me a moment to realize she was seeing a red leather cheongsam or at least someone’s interpretation of one. We found one in her size and took it to Master and the store owner. Master removed her wrist cuffs, and the owner showed her the small restroom to use as a changing room. I went in to help her.

After we removed her dress, she kissed me and I hugged and groped her naked body as we kissed like two teenagers, until I heard Master ask “Are you ok in there.”

I’m not sure our giggles were the answer he was expecting. We quickly slipped the leather dress on her and struggled with the frog closures. When she stepped out of the restroom, she got a wow from Master and whistles from a couple of the spectators from our earlier exhibition. She looked amazing.

It had the traditional Mandarin collar but had an opening below the collar button down the front to about her navel which really showed off her small breasts. It helped that the dress had some built in support that helped push her breasts toward the opening, enhancing the visible cleavage. It was about fingertip length, but the bottom frog closure was a bit above her cunt, so it showed a lot of thigh when she moved. It also fit like a glove, hugged her body, and showed every curve.

Master loved the look, enough that I soon found myself standing naked on a stool in the back room while the owner’s young rainbow attired female assistant was taking my measurements for mine, although I’m not sure how some of the measurements she took related to the dress. She was very hands on while taking measurements, not that I minded. She was very interested in my still bright red bruised ass and finger traced every line and bruise. Master and the owner were going through the store’s leather supply to pick the color for my version.

By the time she finished taking measurements and I got dressed, Master and Sakura were waiting at the counter. Master had put her wrist cuffs back on but they weren’t clipped together and her hobble chain had been removed. On the ride home, once again, I was sitting gingerly in the back seat with all the packages and Master and Sakura were in the front seat. Master asked her what her reaction was to the paddling demonstration. She admitted that while it hurt, it also excited her and made her wet. Master asked some questions about her growing up and married life, it was obvious he found her total lack of sexual experience amazing.

Sakura finally told Master, “Sir I have had more sexual experiences in the last few days in your penthouse than the rest of my life combined. Please continue my education.”

Master smiled and commented. “Be careful what you wish for, but remember you are always free to say no or stop.”

Sakura softly replied, “Thank you Sir, but I feel safe and can’t imagine having to stop a new experience with you or slut.”

When we got home Master gave Sakura the impact toys and told her to bring them when told to do so. He kept the new sex toys downstairs except for the new plugs. He made it clear that Sakura was not to use the John or the new larger plug without his permission. Sakura and slut went up to my room to strip and put away Sakura’s impact toys.

I also gave Sakura a quick enema and switched her to a smaller plug. Sakura gave me a quizzical look and I explained, “Master wants your ass tight for when he enjoys it, and he isn’t planning on sharing it with anyone for a while.” That got a big smile from her.

I told her that I was sure she was sharing Master’s bed tonight. All she needed to do was be obedient to Master, relax, and enjoy Sir’s attention. I did warn her about Sir’s snoring, but she said her late husband snored and she would find the noise comforting. I also explained Master’s morning routine. That in the morning I would set my alarm, fix the coffee and bring it to Master’s room. That she would then wake Master by sucking his cock as I do every morning. Once again be obedient and do what Master tells you to do. That he may want you to ride him once he wakes up.

That got a very quizzical look from Sakura, “Ride him, I don’t understand.”