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“I…don’t know.” She gasped and shook her head.

Jim stroked her bare lower back, which was covered in a sheen of sweat.  Ivy’s breathing was erratic, and her body shivered under him.  Her dark hair was more than just mussed; it was wild.

Her cheeks were flushed red as if she had a fever.  It was almost true.  Ivy was overcome with something, but not a disease.  She was overloaded from being fully taken.

Jim enjoyed the achy feel of her lovely ass against his pelvis.  Her inner muscles still held tightly to his cock where he’d just finished claiming her in a frantic ride from behind.  

The noises she’d made were…Jim’s breathing was still rapid from the climax they’d shared.  Her squeals became growls, then giggles, and finally a deep, shuddering tone as her world exploded.  Ivy had never cum so hard as she did tonight.  

Jim had asked if she was good.

A stammered, “I don’t know…” Had been her only response.

He knew what was happening.  “No words?” He asked.

Ivy nodded in a jerky motion.  

“Head down, humble pose.” He murmured.

Ivy’s well-trained body listened to her master and moved into a stretched position, with her head down and her bottom arched up.  

Jim moved his hands to rub her lower back and shoulders.  Letting his nails trail back on her skin, he felt her shiver and hiccup.  He began to pull back, but Ivy shook her head.  

“No…please?” She begged in a whisper.  Her hands flitted behind her to touch his hips and hold him still inside of her.  

“I’ll stay.” He murmured and pressed deeper into her tightness once more.  

Ivy moaned softly and nodded.  Bowing her head, she began practicing breathing exercises.  She needed to calm down faster.

There was one thing he could do, so he reached up and wormed an index finger under her silver eternity collar and tugged.  

Ivy’s body froze, and her head leaned back in longing.  “Mmmaster?” She whispered.

Jim had learned with his girls that a firm pull on their collars reset their minds a little, and their bodies automatically submitted to him.

“That’s better.  Good girl.” He crooned.

“Thank you, Master.” She murmured, and her breathing became more normal.  “I…I was gone there.” 

He softly laughed.  “I noticed.  Good?”

She glanced back with feral eyes to growl at him with a grin.  “You know it was, Sir.” She shuddered against him.  “You did it, Sir.  You…broke me.” She smiled back at him, then closed her eyes.

This time, he didn’t give her a choice but pulled slowly out from her and sat back on his heels.  She wasn’t moving and wouldn’t move until he gave her permission.  She was in deep, deep submission mode right now.  

Surveying her backside put a broad smile on his face.  Ivy’s bottom was almost purple from the whipping she’d begged for just moments earlier.  She was a Heavy Bottom or someone who was deeply masochistic.  

“I’ve been asking so many…for so long…I want to be taken.  I want to be broken into a mewling, sweet, submissive toy.” She’d told him when they had first started talking a month ago.  

He’d collared her two days ago and had been enjoying learning her limits.  She barely had any!  Tonight, he’d started with a firm spanking, then moved onto a thick paddle, but finished with the dense, black skull paddle.  It was one of his most wicked impact tools.

As he’d rubbed it up and down her already bruised ass, she’d purred.  Her ass had arched to follow the movement of the paddle as she moaned for more, please.  

He’d given it to her until she hit deep subspace and lost words.  From there, he’d let her cool down, rub her bottom while he enjoyed watching it, and she’d been monosyllabic then.  After he’d ridden her very sore bottom to climax, she’d lost words completely.

“You’re going to have some lovely marks right here.” He gently touched an area of her left butt cheek.  “And over here.” He felt the right side in a perfect spot for the sit spot to be very tender for a day or two.

Ivy had perked up.  “What? I do?  I will?” Her voice became that of a young woman who has just found out Christmas was arriving early.  

Jim reached for his phone and snapped a quick photo.  “See?” He handed it to her, and she stared in amazement.  

“Yeah…” She said in awe.  “You marked me.” 

Ivy was notoriously difficult to mark and hadn’t really had one on her bottom for a while, according to her.  

“You’re welcome.” He teased her.

She grinned up at him and over her shoulder.  “Thank you, Master.” Her eyes blinked and became deep and dark.  “Thank you so much.”

He helped her rise and turn to him.  Her arms clasped around his neck as she pushed her body deeply into his.  Her breathing was still quick, but now her body melted into his, as if it knew where it belonged.  

Once more, his hands traveled her curves and cupped a bare ass cheek.  

“Mmm…yes, Master.” She nuzzled his neck.  “Thank you.” Her voice was barely audible, but he knew what she was thanking him for.  She’d traversed the line and was now completely his.  “Finally.”  She nibbled his earlobe.  

“Kiss me, Toy.” He whispered in her ear.  

Her mouth came up to devour his in a deep kiss as her fingers ran up the back of his neck and through his hair.  Her nails made his skin tingle as his little slave girl became the lusty little slut he’d unlocked in her.

“It’s because…well…I feel your pride, your confidence in owning me, and it makes me incredibly hot, Sir.” She whimpered once when he’d asked where this new part of her had come from.

Kiss me was his phrase to unleash her sexuality on him.  She’d already marked his right shoulder not long ago.  Joni had marked the left shoulder.  Right now, she was watching with a bemused look from the kitchen where she was finishing her chore of the dishes.

Her ass was already a deep reddish purple, and her eyes were sparkling from her own orgasms earlier.  Jim kept his girls happy, and they made sure their master was delighted.  

Ivy came up for air.  “Joni!  He marked me!” 

“I heard.” Joni giggled.  “I think the whole building heard.”

Ivy’s face blushed a deep red.  “Oh God, did I…was I?” She gazed back at Jim, then over at Joni, who nodded.

“You were…quite so.  It’s okay.  You heard the noises I made for him.” Joni shrugged.

“True.” Ivy giggled and eyed her master as if he were a delicious mouthful.  “Mmmm…true.”  Her grin widened.  “Master looks insufferably pleased with himself.” She commented to Joni.

Jim laughed.  “Because he is.”  He patted her bottom.  “Go on now, you promised you’d get to the mopping, or did you not want to go to Build-a-Bear?”

Ivy whined but got moving.  

Jim sat back and took a long drink of his cold soda.  

Joni gave him a knowing look.  “You’ve had a workout today, Sir.” 

Jim shrugged.  “Well worth it…very much so.  Right?” He leered at her.

Joni blushed now.  

Jim leaned back and sighed.  Ivy went by with the Swiffer to get a new pad for it.  Joni was turned, putting the dried dishes away in the cupboards.  She was on her tiptoes so her bare, bruised bottom peeked above the countertops.

“Lemme see.” Joni turned to Ivy and they compared asses to each other.  

Jim loved watching his girls compare markings and chatter about how it felt, whether it was raising or burning.  They sounded so damned pleased, and it made him feel good to have made them this way.  

Once upon a time, he’d considered three slaves at the same time, but…that changed quickly once he had these two.  Two was a fine number for his little harem.   His Merry Maids came by once a week to work together in cleaning and doing other chores for him.  

Yes, they were spoiling him, but they loved doing so, and he’d earned it.  Only when you combined their ages did you surpass his age.  He looked suitable for the early sixties, but playing with later-half thirty-somethings will do that for a guy.

His reverie was interrupted as the two women were discussing which mat would go to which girl.  Jim had bought each of them a Pokey Mat.  He loved masochists so much.  They were excited to try out sitting down with their bare, sore bottoms on the pricklies.  

“Enough of that…Joni gets the black and white, and Ivy gets the plain black.  Go on, try them out.  You know you want to.” He teased them.

They gave them soft glares but were careful not to show too much attitude.  He was right, but he also had no problem spanking the attitude out, too.  

“Yes, Sir,” Joni murmured.

“Yes, Master.” Ivy shrugged.

As he watched, they unpackaged the mats, compared them to each other, then set the mats on the kitchen table and chairs.  Sharing a look between them, they lowered themselves in tandem.

“Ohhhhh GOD.” Ivy began to vibrate.

“Mmmm, oh, mmmm, OOHH.” Joni moaned.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Hands up, and you know what to do with them.  Now.” He commanded.

They obeyed and reached up to pinch and twist their own nipples.  Master was a wicked, wicked sadist.  Two sets of eyes popped open wide, and the stereo sound of the two women whimpering sweetly at the overload of sensation.  

“You like?” He asked.

They each nodded quickly but couldn’t form words.

“Good girls.” He replied and watched for the signs.  When he could see they were going to lose it, he quietly commanded them to stop and said they could beg to get up now.

Each woman softly pleaded to get up, then thanked him for allowing it when they rose.  They swiftly turned around and giggled at the “cute little hole pattern” they had on their butts.

“Come here.” He beckoned.

They obeyed, and he took a photo of each one.  It was shared around and commented on by them.  He told them he’d post them for Fine Ass Friday the next day.  Each woman liked the idea and laughed a little.

It was soon time to allow them to dress so they could go to dinner.  It was fun sitting in the family restaurant watching his two girls squirm and shoot him reproachful glances as they tried to sit comfortably.

They ended the evening back at his apartment with a game of twos.  Each girl picked out two toys to be spanked or paddled with, then enjoyed watching it happen to the other girl.  They each had work in the morning, so they dressed and kissed goodbye for quite a while before they left down the hallway, chatting away.

Jim sat back and sighed.  He’d sleep well tonight.