The Photo Shop Ch. 63 - Sex Stories

The Photo Shop Ch. 63

... another instrument, which would make her back and front look red instead of just pink, with maybe the occasional welt, but I was sure that wouldn't be enough to satisfy Jack either, that's why I had asked Bethany to help me out. Now I only needed to convince Elisa to participate in this ruse as well.

But first and foremost I wanted to arouse her, and with the two vibrating eggs in strategic places in her body, I hoped I would succeed. When I switched on the one in her pussy at low, she sort of jumped up, suddenly realizing what I'd done while touching her pussy. When after a short while, I then switched on the one in her backdoor, it had the same startling effect on her. All the while she was preparing the food I kept on changing the intensity of the vibrations, alternating between the front and the back. Regularly I heard her moan or utter a high-pitched squeak when I increased the vibrations of one or the other too high.

After 45 minutes of preparation, the meal was ready to be served. She absolutely surprised me.

The first thing she served was a small empadão, something I had tasted on one of my business trips to Brazil visiting one of the many street food stalls. When she joined me at the table she made the same mistake one of my previous slaves had made, she forgot to take off her apron, breaking the rule to always be completely naked when in a private residence, with the exception of working in a kitchen.

"Haven't you forgotten something slave?" I asked ...

... with a chuckle. She knew immediately she'd made a mistake, but didn't immediately catch on to which one.

"Is something wrong or missing with the food Master?" She said.

"Why are you not wearing the appropriate attire slave?" I asked pointing at the offending apron. She still didn't catch on and looked at me with huge question marks in her eyes.

"I will have to punish you so that you remember the rule about what, or better still, what not to wear when in a private residence."

She belatedly realized which mistake she had made, jumped up, and quickly removed the offending piece of clothing.

"I am so sorry Master, and you are right I do need to be punished."

Maybe it was the moment I'd been waiting for to broach the subject of the ruse I wanted to play on Jack.

"You know Elisa..." I used her name instead of calling her slave to sort of create a conspirator effect, "that Jack wants me to give you a serious hiding?"

"Yes Master," unfortunately she didn't pick up on the conspiratorial tone I had used.

"He also said that if I didn't punish you severely enough for participating in this wager, he would do it."

"I am sure he will, Master, and I deserve it."

"Maybe you heard from your sister that I enjoy some BDSM play, but I absolutely don't want to really hurt the one I'm playing with, which is what Jack implied."

"Yes, she told me, Master."

"I also know you are very faithful to your Master Jack and you would never want to deceive him in any ...