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It was a quiet scene as the sun began to rise the next morning.

Tom woke up and felt trapped for a moment, but not for long.  There was a luscious female form pressed up against his back.  The tips of her nipples were little spots of extra heat.  Her breathing pressed them into him further then retreated a little…over and over.  It was very nice.

His arms were around another curvy confection of womanhood.  Oh yes, she was a woman because his hands were filled to overflowing with her breasts.  Out of almost pure instinct, he thumbed her nipples softly and was rewarded with something between a sigh and purring.  She snuggled up tighter against him as one of her hands trapped one of his and pressed down harder on her breast.

“Yessssss…Master.” She murmured, not awake.

Ah, this must be Lori!  Well, it could be Annie.  She’d begun to call him that a lot last night, too.  

Last night…he drifted back to the last parts of it where Lori showed just how incredibly talented she was to him.  Annie, perhaps feeling a little jealous and territorial, began to do things to him from behind he didn’t think she’d have known about.  In any case, both women had brought him to climax a total of three times between them before he’d collapsed in their arms.  

Which brought Tom back to the present and the fact he was hungry…very hungry.  His stomach suddenly decided to rebel and growl…loudly.

Lori giggled in front of him.  “Mmmm….somebody seems hungry.”

“Hmmm?” Annie woke up from behind him.  “Mmmm….” she kissed between his shoulder blades.  “Morning, sweet master.” 

He chuckled.  “Morning to you both.  You seem to use that title a lot more now, Annie, why?”  He rolled onto his back so he could see both of them.  Annie’s cheeks were a little pink as she looked down at him.

“Well…you seem to really like it when Lori uses it, don’t you?” Annie asked and cocked her head in that sexy way that meant she was thinking.

Annie did have him there.  “Yes, I do like it…I’d say most men would like being called a master by a beautiful woman or nymph, especially when she truly means it.”

She nodded slowly.  “And…I do mean it when I say it.  I’ve vowed complete obedience to you, haven’t I?  I see little difference in that and acknowledging that you are, in truth, my master and I am your slave.”

“And I.” Lori chimed in as she began to trace her fingernail down Tom’s chest to his groin.  He reached down and slapped her hand.

“Ow!” She squeaked and pulled her hand back.

“Master is hungry.  You two nearly killed me last night and I need protein, carbs, and perhaps something that resembles caffeine?” He asked.

The women shared a short, smug look with each other.

“Is Master complaining about last night?” Annie asked with a face of impish innocence.

“Noooo….Goddess…no.  Just saying that we aren’t bonded yet so I’m still rather mortal.  This mortal wants eggs, bacon, sausage…oh damn…now I’m really hungry.” He shook his head.

“I don’t have those things here, Sir, but I know where you can get them…fairly quickly if we travel The Roads.” Annie explained.

He pointed to himself.  “Remember? Mortal?  I’ll need more context than The Roads.”

“Of course, of course, sorry, Master.” Annie bobbed her head.

She explained there was a doorway or portal to an alternate world where distance meant nothing as compared with this world.  Traveling a dozen or so feet to another portal might cross a distance of thousands of miles.  Her plan was to take such a portal, which wasn’t far away, and go to the nearest Fey City.

Tom stopped himself from saying something like you have cities?  Obviously, they did.

There was really nothing to pack up since all the tableware and cooking supplies had been crafted or molded from discarded tree limbs.  How economical!  Tom had been wondering where Annie had kept a cooking pot and bowls, etc.  A few quick words whispered over the discarded items and they returned to their natural state.

Oh, if only the Greenies could see this!  Tom smiled as he watched.  Zero footprint.

The ladies tried not to giggle or tease him as he began to dress again.

“No one will care, Master.” Lori kept telling him. “Dryads don’t wear clothing.  There are a few other kinds of fey that don’t.  You wouldn’t stand out.”

Annie was nodding in agreement and holding her right hand to her lips to keep from laughing at him and his modesty.  

“Maybe I’ll decide you two need to wear clothes, too.” He retorted.

They shared a look of disbelief.  “What on the Green Sward for, Sir?” Annie asked.  “You find us hideous this morning?”

“Perhaps I don’t want to share your beauty with anyone else.” He suggested.

They mulled that over as they began to lead him deeper into the forest.

“I suppose that’s kind of nice, isn’t it, Mistress?” Lori asked Annie.

“I guess so.  It means he values us highly and wishes to keep his treasures to himself.  Yes, I think it is a sweet thing, even if I really don’t like it.” Annie agreed.

“Why not?” Tom asked in utter confusion.

“Well, first of all, our ambient temperature is warmer than yours so covering ourselves with clothing would only make us very uncomfortable.” Annie answered.  “Secondly, everyone would think there was something…wrong with us that we needed to cover up.  We’d be stared at all the time.”

Tom thought everyone was going to stare either way but he was using mortal logic.  Maybe they were right and it was no big deal.  Whatever, he was staying dressed, thank you kindly.  As they walked further into the woods, he began to notice different plants than he’d seen before.  Ferns that were much larger and thicker than usual.

He was looking around in awe and noticed the ladies looking at him with curiosity.  “What?”

“Do you see the different plants, Sir?” Annie asked.

“Sure…they’re right there.” He pointed.

They shared a look.

“Will you two stop doing that?” He groused.

“Doing what, Master?” Lori asked.

“That thing…where you share a look about me or something.  I’m getting paranoid about it.  I feel like you’re judging me or something.” He explained.

Their heads began to turn to each other but they stopped.

“Sorry, Sir.” Annie sighed.  “It’s just…we’re trying to figure you out better and how to please you better.  Lori and I are kind of sisters in this situation so we begin to feel a…connection or bond between us.”

“You can’t read each other’s minds, right?” He peered at them.

“Oh, no.  We can’t do that.” Annie softly laughed.  She sighed once more.  “As I understand it, this is the same in your world.  Females can communicate on several levels that need no words.”

He nodded.  “Yeah, I get that.  I’ve seen that but could you please just use words around me?”

“Of course, Master.” Lori told him.  “We were being surprised you can see past the glamorous as we get closer to The Roads is all.  Most mortals…all mortals would see nothing different around them like you do.”

“It is confirming to us that you have some fey blood in you, Sir.” Annie added.

“See? Was that so hard?” He asked.

“Well, no.” Annie shrugged.  “But it took a lot longer than sharing a look.”

“Use words.” He left it at that and they both nodded.

A large hill began to rise ahead of them and they began to hike upwards.  At the top of this hill, Tom saw a ring…or a circle that was made up of light purple mushrooms.  They were small and had red dots on the top.  He sniffed and could detect a strange odor or scent that made his nose itch.

“You smell something?” Annie asked.

He explained what he was feeling.

She began to look over at Lori but stopped and turned back.  “I think it means you can detect enchantments.  There is a powerful one over this Fairy Ring because it is one of the entrances to The Roads.”

“Why didn’t my nose act like this when you were doing your…thing to me?” He asked.

She shrugged.  “I do not know for sure.  Perhaps it is because we are compatible that it didn’t affect you this way.  We are in new waters here, Sir.  We should consult someone in the city.”

Tom wanted to ask who but he also wanted to get through this Ring or portal or whatever it was before he began to sneeze…a lot!  “What do I do?”

Annie took his hand on one side while Lori took the other.  They carefully stepped over the mushrooms and stood in the center of the ring.  The circumference of it was well over forty feet.  They had plenty of room.

“It might be best if you close your eyes for your first time, Sir.” Annie suggested.  “We will hold tight to you but you will experience some dizziness.”

He nodded and squeezed both of their hands.  They gave him lovely smiles, squeezed back, and he closed his eyes.  He heard Annie murmur another word in that strange language and POOF.

It was cold, then hot, then cold again but eventually his feeling of moving stopped.

“You can open them now, Master.” Lori told him.

He did and felt the world move under his feet.  Oooo…yeah…dizzy.  That was the word they had used and they were right.  Lori and Annie held onto him with strong arms.  He noticed just how strong they were.  It occurred to him that if they ever decided NOT to be obedient then he could be in for a world of hurt!

The world began to right itself, or, more likely, he began to get his..Ring Legs?  Now that he wasn’t going to fall over or throw up, he could enjoy the view of the city below the hill.  It was an amazing sight!

Honestly, it looked like a theme area of Disney World.  It was too fancy for just plain, old Disneyland.  It was a renaissance fair meets other trope magic worlds with some towers and a mansion thrown into it.  It had a tall pearlescent wall all around it  with gates on each side of the square area.  The gates were open and all manner of…well…people?  Creatures?  Yeah, all of that, they were going in and out.

The noise was loud as many different dialects assaulted his ears.  They began to walk down the hill and towards the nearest gate.  A large area of booths or shops had been constructed around the walls.  It was a bazaar and it was definitely bizarre!  Tom grinned at his own weird humor.

“The better food will be found inside the city itself, Sir.” Annie was telling him as he could smell different meats cooking for sale at the different stalls.

“And safer.” Lori added very quietly.  “There are no rules of health and safety outside the walls.”

“Oh.” He frowned, having noticed what looked like a HUGE roasting shrimp.  

“We can find those in the City.” Annie pulled on his arm.

He trusted his guides and they went through the gates with hardly anyone noticing.  There were large, tall, troll-looking guards on each side of it.  They glanced over them and said nothing.

“They have the ability to see hidden artifacts or spells.  The gates themselves are bespelled to give an alarm if anything invisible tries to enter.” Annie explained like a tour hostess.

Inside, Tom did a double-take because what was inside the gates seemed a whole lot bigger than was possible.  The city was huge!  He saw more buildings now and what seemed to be a downtown area in the center.  Here was where he could see the mansion he’d spied before.

It was now he heard a strident voice calling out: “Auction.  Slave Auction.” Over and over again like a conductor for a train.  He slurred the A in the word to make it sound longer.  There was the sound of chains and a line of humanoids being led past them.  Most of them looked like what he would guess were goblins or gnomes or other gnarled, short, nasty-looking creatures but there was one that stood out.

He stopped.

The ladies turned to see why he had then followed his train of sight.  

Annie sighed, loudly.  “I thought you were hungry,  Master.” She sounded rather annoyed.

Lori just laughed softly. “Oh, he is Mistress, but not for breakfast foods now.  I think he has his eye on other sweetmeats.”

What?  Tom couldn’t help it if he’d noticed a vision of exotic loveliness swaying past.  Her eyes caught his and a small smile came to her lips…her purple lips.  She had dark, jet-black hair with porcelain skin.  There were tattoos or some kind or ornamentation on her arms.  She wasn’t naked but…very close to it.  

“She’s a Water Sprite…a…a water version of ourselves almost.” Annie told him as she pressed closer to him.

“Why is she in chains about to be auctioned off?” He asked.

“Well, it is likely either she has a great debt to someone or she has angered her past master.  He is selling her to punish her and also try to recoup some money from her in the process.”  Lori explained  “She is exquisite and should not be seen in this kind of an auction.  I can feel her power from here.”

“I can, too.” Annie sighed.  “What would you have us do, Sir?” She slouched a little.  

Okay, Tom didn’t want to be seen as chasing every…Sprite or Nymph pussy he saw but there was something. When she’d looked at him and smiled, there had been something.  This was no chance encounter is what it felt like to him.

Drawing the girls aside, he quietly told them his feelings and his experience of it.  They listened and obviously avoided looking each other in the eyes…again.  Lori shrugged to Annie.  “There is one way to know if what he felt merits action, Mistress.”  

Annie nodded.  “I know of it.  Fine.  The slaver is setting up his area not far from here.  I heard where he was going and that the auction is two hours away.  We have time.  Come, Sir.” She took his hand.

After a few steps, he squeezed her hand.  “I’m sorry, Annie.”

She looked back at him and gave him a soft grin.  “There’s no need to be.  I trust you are telling the truth and not just after another…piece of ass?” Her eyebrow arched at what he’d called her last night in the throes of passion.  “What we try now will tell us if there is truth to the connection.  If it doesn’t show, will you be disappointed?”

He blew out a breath.  “I don’t know.  I don’t like to see people suffer like that but…I’m also very happy with who I have with me right now.”  He nodded.  “I will abide by this test or whatever.  No connection…no action.”

She nodded and they continued.

The slaver’s stall was long and stretched-out to give room for the seven slaves to be out of the sun while they awaited their purchase.  A very dirty and smelly looking something that was green with bulbous eyes and an enormous head was the slaver.

He eyes Annie and Lori like he could taste them.  It was gross.  He was actually licking his lips.  

“Good Sir.  Are you here to trade?  One of your harlot nymphs there been bad?  I’d make you a very good deal today.” He wheezed.

“No.  Thank you.” Tom held back and put his hand to his nose to ward off the stench and any possible diseases that might be catching.  “I wish to take a closer look at the Water one.”

“Ohhh…OHHH.” The slaver cackled.  “I see you are a cnnoisseur of fine flesh, as I can see.” He eyed the girls again.

Tom moved them behind him on reflex.

“The Water one?” He repeated.  “Time is money, Sirrah.” He tried to sound pretentious, rich, and about to move on.”

“Oh, yes, sorry, Sir. Sorry.”  The slave led him over to the beautiful water nymph.  She looked up in surprise to see Tom and her eyes flashed in recognition.  Did he notice a pink blush rise to her white cheeks?  She rose gracefully and for a moment he didn’t even notice the chains or the dirt on her.  She was lovely and exuded…well…a hell of a lot of sex appeal.  Cock sure thought so and Brain wasn’t Arguing yet.

“We meet again, Sir.” Her soft voice caressed his ears.

“Yes, indeed. I came to…” He stopped.  Nothing he could end that sentence with sounded remotely good.

She gave an impish smirk.  “Inspect the good, Sir?  Of course, allow me.” She began to undress what few things she had on her body.  The whole time her eyes never left his as she was soon completely bare to his gaze.  She began to turn around slowly so he saw all of her.

She was slimmer than Annie or Lori but still had a wealth of curves.  Her ass was so round and so tight looking?  God, he wanted to bite it, spank it, then ride it, then start all over again.  Her eyes said she knew what he was thinking and didn’t mind it a bit.  Her little thatch of pubic hair was a soft, short strip of darkness but her lips showed clearly through them.  Her nipples..God, her nipples were light purple like her lips!  The areolas were small and very perfectly round.  He could easily cup one in each palm but they were so damned pert.

“I can the young sir likes what he sees.” The slaver said.

“Hush.” Tom barked at him.  “What is your name?” He asked her.

She opened her mouth but the slaver interrupted once again.  “This is Cressy.”

She eyed him like a piece of dung under her heel.  “I am Sucreatia, Sir.  NOT Cressy.” 

Tom chuckled.  “Quite the name for a water nymph, isn’t it?” 

She looked a little embarrassed and shrugged.  “My mother had a wicked sense of humor, Sir.  My father was the brunt of it too often and he kicked us out.”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

Sucreatia cocked her head.  “I stand naked and willing before you and you ask about my mother?  You are a strange male.”

Lori snorted.  “He certainly is, Miss.”

Sucreatia’s eyes narrowed.  “You have not bonded either one?” She asked Tom.

“He is to bond both of us within the next day or so.” Annie explained.

“And you two will be his first?” She asked, astonishment plain on her face.

They nodded.

“I grow quite…curious about you, Sir.” She gave him a heated look.

“Sir, perhaps if you touch her cheek.  You will get a better sense of her…skin.” Annie offered.

Tom didn’t even look at the slaver who was quite cowed now.  Leaning forward, he reached out to caress Sucreatia’s face.  She leaned into it and closed her eyes slightly.  Rubbing herself against his palm like a cat, she hummed softly as her eyes lit up.

It was then that his nose began to twitch a little.  It wasn’t the unpleasant sensation like with the Fairy Ring.  Oh, no.  This was very, very pleasant.  It was as if he were smelling the best, most expensive perfume.  It hit his senses like a punch to his frontal lobe.

“Honeysuckle.” He murmured.

Sucreatia started and stared at him with wide eyes.  “You…you can…scent me?”

She clearly did not say sense but scent.

He nodded.

She closed her eyes and bowed her head to him.  “At last.” It was all she said but her body language completely changed somehow and she was offering herself to him in no uncertain terms.

“When does the auction begin?” Tom asked the Slaver.

In a little over an hour, young sir.  I expect the bidding to be very high.” He cackled.

“Worry not, Sir.” She whispered and kissed his palm.  “I have a plan but you will need some money, I’m sorry.”

He shrugged.  “Why are you here?”

“My last master violated our agreement in a very serious manner.  When I sought release, he denied it to me and sold me to…this thing.” She eyed the green whatever-he-was.

Tom nodded.  “I will be back and I will rescue you, Sucreatia.”

“I do not doubt you at all, Sir.  Do I have your leave to dress once more?” She asked.

He shugged.  “I have no say in that.”

She grinned.  “We both know differently, Sir.  May I?  So this one will stop staring?”

“Please, do.” He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She began to get dressed once more.  Her eyes caressed him now in a way he could quite describe.  A thick scent of the perfume wafted to him and he breathed in deeply.  She smiled and gave a gentle nod.

He had no idea what that meant but smiled back and left with his ladies. They only moved a little ways off before the girls turned to him.  

“It’s confirmed, Sir.” Annie softly said.  “Scenting is what happens with water nymphs.”

“It’s said you scent the aroma that most arouses your sexual urges.  Which tells me, we need to get some honeysuckle fragrance, Mistress.” Lori told Annie.

Annie giggled.  “I suppose so but it might be better to give Master some variety.”

“You two are really okay with this then?” He asked.

They smiled.

“Connections are not to be ignored, Sir, as you well know.  Of course, I accept her into our harem.  You do know that’s what we are, right?  Your harem.”  Annie gave him a meaningful look.

It was true.  Tom hadn’t been thinking in those terms yet and just thought of them as the ladies or his girls.  

“It’s something to be proud of in our world, Master.” Lori further explained.  “Rather than shunned or looked down upon as in yours.”

“Glad I’m in yours then.” He smiled.

“So are we, Sir.” Annie leaned over to kiss him softly.  

Lori followed suit.  “As such, you don’t have to just settle for kisses, Master.  You know that, right?” Her eyes flashed with lustful promise.

He swallowed.  “I do…but…I’d like to take my harem to breakfast; however, I don’t have any funds in this world.”

“Oh.” Annie brightened.  “We need to make a stop at MoneyChangers or the MC.”  She began to lead him again.

Tom wasn’t sure what he expected to see there but it wasn’t what he did see.  The outside looked like any other medieval building but inside?  It looked a whole lot more like a modern, twenty-first century bank.  The workers were small creatures with round noses and darting eyes.

“So, not goblins?” He asked with a smirk.

Annie giggled.  “No, Sir.  Goblins couldn’t be trusted with money.  These are Gnomes.  They have an uncanny ability for math.  They are like walking computers.  I’m fairly sure they can access your funds in the mortal realm.”

That would be good news!  Tom had pictured himself being cut-off from his new found wealth and starting from scratch.  It would have been worth it to stay with the…with his harem.  Mmm.  It felt very…cool to think that way now.  

The process was exceedingly easy.  Once the gnome-teller got a hold of Tom’s ID he had in his hiking backpack, it was all downhill.  They offered an exchange rate that seemed pretty good, but then the wily gnome offered an even better one IF Tom opened an account with them.  It would be recognized all over the fey world. Thoughts of a card saying FeyEx…don’t leave your Ring without it, popped into his head.

He made an account which made the gnome absolutely gleeful as it fulfilled her quota.  Yes, she was a she.  Tom would have never known except Lori gave him a hint about it.  He walked out of the MC with a sizable amount of gold and silver tinks.  It was what they called the rectangular coins.  Made sense because…they tinked.

Next stop was a pub.  This was more familiar territory to Tom.  He got a lot of attention from the staff when he entered with his harem on each arm.  They got preferential seating.  Annie told him it was so the pub owner could use her and Lori as a free stage show.  They were used to it and Tom really didn’t mind it either.  

They ordered a huge amount of food like he’d been wanting.  The harem moved all but two chairs from the table.  He wondered why until they quietly divided up whose turn it would be to sit on his lap and help feed him.  

He also got in trouble if he didn’t have his hand where it should be.  It was on the bare bottom of whoever was on his lap!  Tom didn’t argue.  Oh, they had a use for his other hand, too.  The one sitting needed some attention as well.  Seemed reasonable.  Now, he understood why he needed help eating.

The looks he was getting from other patrons of the place made it almost as much fun as what he was caressing and petting…almost…nah…not really.  At his insistence or command, they also ate some as well.  They politely asked if they could have some fruit as well as all the meats and eggs.  He agreed.  It really was their preference and not just a diet thing.

After being well-fed, well-cared-for, and feeling a bit randy after all the hand play, Tom asked if they had a room he could rent for the night and if it was available now.  The owner gave him a knowing wink and nodded.  His wife, behind him, gave Tom the evil eye but it didn’t faze him.  Annie and Lori were posing a bit for the man’s benefit.  They got a good rate for the room.

He chased the girls upstairs as they squealed and giggled.

Barely shutting the door, he took Annie first.  It was her turn and after some helpful lubrication from herself, he took her ass as she bent over the mattress.  Lori was laughing in a low, wicked tone as she scooted under Annie to begin licking Tom’s sack when it was available.

This meant Tom didn’t last very long before he let himself go and Annie made her own brand of sweet music as she came with him.  Yes, she’d asked first.  Lori begged the privilege of cleaning Tom off as she knelt before him.  He agreed and told Annie to give Lori a good spanking as she did it.  Annie was pleased at that.  Strangely, Lori was also just as pleased and her suction grew stronger as her ass was smacked.  

It was either the food, the place itself, the girls, or a combination because Tom came again into Lori’s eager mouth.  It was unheard of to be able to do so this soon but, Goddess, it felt so good!  He collapsed onto the bed and felt his harem join him on either side.  Their hands were soft and tender as they caressed and stroked him.  Light kisses accompanied the sweet touches.

“Master?” Annie whispered after a time.

“Hmm?” He was somewhere between waking and dreams.  Hello, Tink.  He grinned.

“We need to get going soon.  The auction?” She urged him.

Oh. OH.  That was right!  He opened his eyes to see a bed full of scrumptious femininity around him.  Lori was napping a little with her reddened bottom up.  Annie was right next to him and had been slowly nibbling his earlobe.  All this and she woke him to get another to add to their group?  Tom began to bless the Fates that led to his hiking that day.

After a quick refresh in their own bathroom, it was time to go.  He was, again, pleasantly surprised to see running water and a flush toilet.  Who said Fey had to be in the Dark Ages?  He spied that the shower was probably big enough for some fun later.  His mind was already beginning to think in those terms.

At the bottom of the stairs, he gave each girl a hearty smack on the bum which made them giggle and thank him.  Mostly, he did it because the owner’s wife was watching with a baleful eye one more.  Outside, Annie and Lori admitted they also enjoyed tweaking the woman’s nose.  

They arrived and saw a small crowd gathering by the Slaver’s area.  There was a murmur that arose when Tom and his harem arrived.  The girls naturally preened and posed under the eyes of the crowd and were quite handsy with him to leave no doubt to who they belonged.  Tom remembered his Tink count and soon the auction began.

The wicked slaver was wisely leaving Sucreatia until last.  The others were sold for very modest sums and a few of the crowd left, but it was easy to see that she was going to be the reason for so many being there.

As Sucreatia stepped up onto the short staging area, her eyes scanned until she saw Tom.  Her body visibly relaxed and she gave him that sweet smile she seemed to keep just for him.  The slaver began to hawk her looks and abilities.  She didn’t fight him as he paraded her around the stage but there soon began to be a disturbance from those closest to it.

“What is that stench?” Someone choked and coughed.

“It’s her!  The nymph.  Something’s wrong with her.” Another male voice that sounded disgusted.

“So that’s her plan.” Annie said and nodded.  “Smart girl.  Water nymphs are able to recreate most scents which includes the foul ones of a swamp.”

Befuddled, the slaver tried to hurry and begin the bidding but no one seemed as interested as they had been before.  He only got a bid of twenty-five gold tinks which was nearly the same price as the other slaves had fetched.  

Before he got his wits about him, Tom spoke up.  “I bid one hundred fifty tinks of gold.”

The crowd was silenced as they turned to see who had spoken.  Most of them drew aside as Tom began to walk closer.  He could detect the odor now but it seemed to be lessening.  Sucreatia’s eyes twinkled at him.

The slaver looked around and knew when he was beaten.  The water nymph should have gone for twice what Tom offered. Tom had enough to be sure of his success but had been saved a great deal of money.  The slaver sighed and nodded.  “Done and done.”

Sucreatia was led down to him and handed off.  Tom asked for the chains to be removed, and, no, he would not be interested in purchasing another set.  Anniei and Lori stepped aside and behind him to give him a moment with the new girl.

“Sir, you didn’t have to bid so much.” Sucreatia told him.

“I know but I also didn’t want you to think I didn’t value you highly either.” He shrugged.

Her smile widened and warmed considerably.  “It seems I have a wise master who knows the way to a female’s heart.”  The soft aroma of honeysuckle reached him.

“There are a few who would argue about that.” He told her.

“Then they are fools who don’t understand what a male should be like or a female be for him.” She raised one eyebrow.  

Since Tom was thinking of Mona, he laughed.  “On that, I can heartily agree.  I’ll tell you about her sometime.”

“I’d love to hear anything you wish to tell me, Master…Tom, was it?” She asked.

He nodded.

Placing a delicate hand between her perky breasts, she bowed her head.  “You know my full name, but I do prefer to be called Sookie.  I think of it as my bonded name.”

“Have you been bonded?” He asked.

“No, Sir.  Many have asked and tried to buy that privilege but a female knows who she should wait for.” Her eyes came up to his through her dark lashes.  “And now I know, if…he’ll have me.”

Tom didn’t even need to ask his harem.  He knew they’d expect it.

“I do, but to be formal, Sookie, will you do me the honor and great privilege of becoming bonded to me?” He asked and bowed a little.

“Oh.” She gasped softly.  “I…I didn’t expect to be asked…and not so sweetly.  By the River Goddess, I’m going to cry.” She began to sniffle.  “It’s a weakness with us water nymphs.  We’re easily stirred to emotions.”  She giggled and sobbed.  “And passions, as well, my master.”

She began to take off her small amount of clothes.

“You don’t have to…” He began.

Her eyes came up to his with an imperious look.  “I? Go clothed while my harem sisters go naked and on display?  I think not, unless I am hideous to you, Sir?” She paused.

Tom didn’t think he’d be arguing so much with females about putting on their clothes .  It was usually the other way around! He was more and more glad he’d chosen this pathway or it had been chosen for him?

Sookie left the rags behind and began to walk with the three of them.  Lori was kind and moved aside to allow Sookie a place at my side.  She slid into it gracefully.  Hell, she did everything gracefully, like a dancer.  He supposed it had to do with the fluidity of being a water nymph.

Lori went before them, mostly so she could strut and wiggle.

“I see someone got spanked recently?” Sookie asked.

“Yes. Lori is an avid masochist.  This one was done by Annie at my command.” Tom answered.

“I didn’t need much commanding.  Lori used to tutor me in my training days and was quite hard on me.  I love every chance at some payback.” Annie explained in a very sweet voice.

Sookie laughed.  It was a tinkling one like a stream falling over rocks. “I can understand that.  Master, have you ever whipped a female before?”

He blinked.  “Umm…no.”

She laughed once more.  “Most haven’t and, of those, most don’t know how to do it very well.  I ask because it’s my…special love.  I, too, am and avid masochist for the right master.”

“Ooo, would that be me?” He joked.

“Why, yes it would.” She giggled.  

“Did she say something about whips?” Lori turned to ask.

“Mmmhmm.” Annie answered.  “Whipping is her thing like switches are mine and yours? Well, everything is your thing.”

Lori nodded and laughed.  “Very true…clamps and clips are among the favorites though.  Longer lasting and unending pain/pleasure.  Could we get some in the city, Master?” She asked with excited eyes.

“And might we find a leatherworker for a couple whips?” Sookie asked.

Lori moaned softly.  “Whips…I want to help choose that.”

Sookie assured her that she could have a say.

“Do you think a leatherworker could make a good switch that wouldn’t ever lose its tensile strength?” Annie was asking Sookie.

Tom just kept silent as his harem was discussing the toys or tools they craved for him to have and work upon their lovely flesh.  His cock was rock hard as they chatted so calmly about things he knew would have them squealing, moaning, and sobbing for him.  

“I have a question.” Tom interrupted.

They grew quiet and waited.

“Hmm…how to word this?  You three gift to me the permission to cause you pain and torture you to sobs and begging, or that’s how I see it.  How do you three see it?” He asked.

All three grew thoughtful as they neared the center of the city to look for stores they were wan

ting to find.  

“Well.” Annie began.  “For me, I guess it is a gift I give you but you also give me the gift of…” She hesitated.

“Stripping you down to your most basic self?  Kind of a humiliation to know you are this person who craves to sob for the male she loves and for her own pleasure?” Lori suggested.

“Yes, that’s it.” Annie nodded.

“I agree with them but would also add that we know our…master, our sadist and can feel the exchange of power we give him.  It allows us to be broken in a way each time the lash falls or the paddle strikes.  We break into total submission to our male’s will and his sex. It is…very euphoric for us or for me.” Sookie shrugged.

“She’s right.” Annie nodded.  Lori also agreed.

It was an entirely new way of thinking of it for Tom.  It helped a great deal for him to overcome any old concerns about letting loose his darker wishes.  The women knew he was demonically sucking out their innocence and filling it with primal, lustful, naughty feelings instead.  They wanted it that way.

As they stopped at a leather shop, Tom had some ideas now about what to do with the dress code for his harem.  It would be something to compromise between what they wanted and what he wished.  He began to envision harnesses.