WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 09

"Sam knows some basic Shibari and would like to practice on you tomorrow with my permission. We need to get some rope. What would you prefer, hemp, jute or cotton?"

"Hemp, Mistress."

"Master Sam is meeting with my former funds manager tomorrow. You will go with him, under his control. You will obey him implicitly. After his meeting, he will stop at a hardware store to buy the rope. You will pick out the rope you want to be tied with. Have you any questions."

"What time should I be ready to go, Mistress?"

I said, "We'll leave here at 9:30. Dress appropriately for a business appointment."

"Hai, Sam san."

"Come to my room with Ingrid in an hour," Brianna said.

"Yes, Mistress." It surprised me she didn't say 'Hai' for yes as she did for me, but then I realized she knew Brianna didn't know Japanese, but I knew some common words.

"You're dismissed." Riyuki went back in the pool.

Chantelle had finished with Marcia, whose legs were lying on either side of the back cushion, thrown over the arms. Chantelle's face was covered in cum and a big grin.

Brianna said, "I wish it were me with Marcia's cum all over my face."

"We'll ensure your face is well covered in cum tomorrow afternoon. I have plans."

"It sounds juicy," Brianna said, "I love your plans already and I don't even know what they are."

"My plans usually involve sex. How could you not love them."

I bent over Marcia's face and kissed her.

"You're the only one I've yet to spank, little slave. Since everyone else was given a choice, I give you one as well. What is your preference?"

"Since you can't suspend me, I would like to be bent over as Chantelle was, with my legs straight. I wish you to use the paddle for my first forty, your usual strength for me. The last ten I wish to be delivered to my cunt with your hand."

"Before we start, I want you to clean me off, but continue until I'm hard. I want to fuck you again when I've finished."

"Yes, Master."

Marcia took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of all the fluids Chantelle and I had left behind. She kept sucking and licking me until I had another erection. I wasn't rock hard, but I was getting there. Marcia knew I would be after I finished with her. She smiled up at me, kissed the tip of my cock, stood up and bent over as Chantelle had done, though her legs were farther apart, opening her cunt to me. I found the paddle and took aim at the most perfect ass I've ever beheld. Zoe's was good, Marcia's was better.

"Ask for permission to cum, little slave."

"Yes, Master."

I started in, taking anywhere from four to ten seconds between each swat. I didn't want her to sense any rhythm to my spanking, but compel her to wait, unsure when the next would fall. Marcia was very aroused by her spanking. Chantelle had given her a number of orgasms, so she was excited to begin with, and hard discipline was something she genuinely enjoyed. Her pussy was flowered, opened and dripping. She'd feel the swats of my hand on her cunt acutely.

Finishing with the paddle, I set it down in front of Marcia, so she'd know what was coming next, even if she hadn't kept count. Smiling at me, she braced herself and my hand went between her legs with a wet smack. She jumped and moaned. "Again, Master," she said. I swatted her again and she moaned louder. "Again." I hit her again, grazing her clit with my fingertips.

"I need to cum, Master. Your slave begs permission to cum."

"Not yet. Two more."

"Quickly, Master."

Giving her the next two rapidly, we all heard her sighs of completion as she spent, and more fluids began running down her legs. I waited for her orgasm to pass. I rested my left hand on the heated flesh of her buttocks, red and fiery. I pushed my thumb past her crinkled star and into her rectum and she shook all over as it boosted her climax. When she stopped clamping down on my thumb, I swatted her mound again. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. And again. She grunted.

"I'm so ready for you to fuck me," Marcia said. "Hit me."

I smacked her open cunt and she gasped. "So good. Do it again."

"Eight," I said, striking her again.

"I'm going to cum again. Master, let me cum for you."

"Wait for the last two," I ordered.

I slapped the soggy folds at the bottom of her cunt, and quickly, the last one over her clit. As soon as it landed, I pushed my cock in to the base so I could feel her orgasm around my organ. Her pussy was wet and so hot, spasms of pleasure causing it to contract like a noose.

"Oh, God, fuck me, Master. I'm your whore. Fuck me like the little fuck toy you made me."

Rather than pound her hard like Chantelle, I found a rhythm which would allow me to go longer. I plunged deep, but slow with each stroke. Marcia continued to cum, her fucking extending her pleasure. For several minutes I felt the pulsations of her pussy palpitating my prick. For ten minutes, I continued my long, smooth strokes, stoking her inner fires. She started to orgasm again. When she did I increased my speed. Juice was running down her leg. Her moaning a symphony expressing her pleasure. I went faster, pushing now for my own release, surfing her waves. When she crested again, her whole body shook like an earthquake hit Los Angeles and I went tumbling with her, jamming what little cum I had left in my body, far up her cunt. She collapsed on the lounge, rolled into a ball and I dropped to my knees in the grass, totally wasted.

Chantelle crouched to clean me off, but I stopped her. "Not now, I'm too sensitive. I'll clean myself off later." When she went to Marcia, she told her the same thing. It's been awhile since I was this drained and exhausted. Maybe when I was still fat and had no energy. My right hand were sore from all the spanking, my dick was sore from all the fucking, and I was panting like I'd just run a marathon.

"I'm impressed," Brianna said. "I'm surprised you had anything left. Not bad for a guy."

I laughed. "Help me up, would you. I feel like I can't move at the moment."

Ingrid and Brianna each gave me an arm and I pulled myself to my feet. I felt unsteady. I wondered if it were possible to fuck yourself to death. If I tried again tonight, I might find out.

I patted Marcia's hip. "How are you doing, little slave."

"If anyone had ever suggested I'd be tired of cumming before, I would have laughed in their face. Today put the lie to the contention I have no sexual limits. I'll clock anyone who tries to make me cum again tonight. I need to sleep."

"Unless you want to sleep out here," I said. "You've got to make it back to our bedroom. Come on, Chantelle and I will give you a hand."

I reached down and helped her up. We each put an arm around her and walked her back to the house. When we got to Brianna's room, I said, "In here. We'll use Brianna's shower to wash the sex off. All three of us can fit in there."

Trooping into the shower, we took a quick wash, grabbed some towels and dried off on our way to our room. As soon as we reached the bed, Marcia and I tumbled into it. Chantelle laughed at us, calling us old people.

"Older than you, for certain, but I can tie you to the bed and put the Vibe in on high all night long if you give me any grief, Chantelle. I suggest you tone it down, or you may regret it."

"Oui, Monsieur," she giggled. "I'll be good. Where do you want me to sleep tonight?"

"On the floor if you give me any more lip. Sleep on the other side of Marcia."

She climbed in with us and wrapped herself around Marcia. Then to top it all off, she was asleep before I was. The nerve of her, calling me old. If I wasn't so old, I'd fuck her again just to show her. I smiled and went to sleep.

******

I woke my slaves up in the middle of the night to give me a blow job. My cock was still a little sore, but I was going to lose Chantelle at eight AM, so wanted to take advantage. Although both of them sucked my prick, Chantelle was the one I made swallow my cum. We all woke up at around six-thirty, so I fucked Chantelle's ass as she ate Marcia out. We then took a leisurely shower before going down to breakfast. I formally returned Chantelle to Brianna at breakfast.

"Good, she can help with meals again. I've missed her cooking," Brianna said.

"Me too. The only thing I miss more than her cooking is her fucking, so thank you for loaning her to me. Did you have a good time with Ingrid and Riyuki last night."

"I did. They were both appreciative of my allowing you to discipline them. It's been too long. I need to make sure I don't go so long between discipline again."

"Do you have any restrictions on my use of Riyuki this morning?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

I told her what I had planned. Brianna laughed and told me she would have no objections to my plan.

"Riyuki will find it to be deliciously wicked, Sam."

I told Brianna I was leaving her in charge of Marcia in my absence.

"Don't worry. I will take good care of your slave while you're gone."

"I have no doubt you'll make good use of her."

"I'll leave the cum on her face so you may see."

I told Marcia, Brianna would be in charge of her during my absence.

"Yes, Master."

"We'll have lots of fun when I return after lunch. It's going to involve some Shibari bondage."

"I look forward to it, Master."

When it was time to prepare, I put on a suit. At nine-thirty, I met Riyuki in the foyer. She was dressed in a red ladies suit coat with a red dress, above the knee length but a slit on the right side going to mid thigh, a sheer white shell blouse, no bra. When she buttoned the jacket, you couldn't see her breasts were bare, but unbuttoned, her breasts showed through the sheer material. I wondered if Brianna or Riyuki had picked out the outfit.

"Is your bottom naked below the dress, Riyuki?" I asked.

"Hai, Sam san."

"Let's go then, shall we?"

"Of course, Sam san."

I took my rental car. No point in taking the limo for this trip. I handed Riyuki the butterfly vibrator.

"Do you know what this is, Riyuki and do you need to be instructed as to how to put it on?" I asked.

"Yes, to your first question and no to your second, Sam san."

"Put it on then."

She slipped it over her legs and up under her skirt. She had to raise her skirt to seat it on her clit. I paid attention to the road. She smoothed her skirt down again.

"It's on, Sam san."

"Good. You will attend the meeting as Brianna's representative. I'm going to turn it on during our visit. You may cum without asking permission, but you must not disclose your arousal to anyone else in the office by word or deed. I'm going to turn it on now until you orgasm, so you may practice doing so without alerting me. Tell me in the car when you cum so I may see for myself if you can comply with my instructions." I turned it on. She gave a small start as I did, but controlled herself fairly well.

"I understand, Sam san."

The office was north of Brianna's and fairly close. Traffic was not horrible and we were there in forty minutes. Riyuki informed me she was cumming, and there were tiny signs; a slight flushing of her neck and a certain tension in her posture, but on the whole, she hid it well. Riyuki buttoned her jacket when we arrived, to hide her breasts from the staff. We arrived a few minutes early, and had to wait until he finished up a phone call before we were called back to his office.

"Good morning," I said. "I've spoken to you on the phone. My name is Sam Evans. This is Riyuki. She is here on behalf of Brianna Worth. I hope you don't mind if she joins us."

"I'm Ben. Not at all. I thought Zoe was Brianna's attorney?"

"She's not here in a legal capacity, merely as an observer," I replied.

"Good morning, sir," Riyuki said, sticking out her hand. As he took it, I turned her butterfly on. She didn't miss a beat when I did so. She composed a smile on her face and sat down.

"I've got all her paperwork here," he said, pointing to a box on the side table. "Is there anything in particular you need to look at?"

"No, I've reviewed all the files on-line and I don't see any major issues. On the whole, Brianna was satisfied with your work, though she thought I might be able to improve upon your results, as I won't have any other clients taking up my time. I've back tested some different strategies I would like to implement on her behalf and using those, she would have made just over six percent return over the last five months instead of losing almost ten percent. I know the market hasn't been particularly cooperative recently, but it's the advantage of being able to work on her accounts full time."

"What would you be doing differently?" He asked.

"Using put options, or selling calls to take advantage of some major dips in some stocks or ETF's, or even shorting some stocks which are dropping. Some covered calls on some of her primary holdings that are remaining flat. Nothing you couldn't do with more time on your hands. My primary advantage is I don't have to use buy and hold strategies because I don't have to worry about anyone else. The only two portfolios I need concern myself with are hers and mine, and since I'll be using the same strategies for both, I can respond to daily trends quickly."

"How has your portfolio done the past six months, Sam?"

"I'm up around ten, but I'm going for major growth. I'll be slightly more conservative with her money."

"Ten in six? Not bad. You're doubling your money every three and a half years."

"I made over 30 the last two years while the market was going crazy. It's slowed down some the last six months. I don't double my money because I can't let it accumulate. I have to withdraw some at regular intervals. It's my financial contribution to my marriage, but I don't have to touch my original principle, so I'm happy."

I glanced at Riyuki. I couldn't really say she was fidgeting, but she didn't seem relaxed either.

"It sounds like she'll be in good hands then."

"The only thing remaining is to change her password," I said, pulling out an iPad.

"Of course."

"Are you signed into her accounts now?" I asked.

"I am. I was just checking some things before you came in."

"If you would please log out, Ben, I'll sign in and switch passwords."

Ben did and I signed in on her accounts, checked the balances to see if they roughly matched what I'd seen before the markets opened and taking into account what the market was doing. Everything looked good, so I entered a new password and logged out.

"Are you cold, Riyuki?" Ben asked. "You're shivering and you have goose bumps. I have to keep the office temperature low due to the computers. I can get you some coffee if you'd like?"

"I'm fine, Mister Ben," Riyuki replied. "We're leaving now anyway. The temperature outside is warmer."

"I'm sorry, I should have noticed sooner. I apologize. It was a pleasure meeting you both. Have a pleasant day."

We all shook hands again and I picked up the box of Brianna's accounts paperwork. Ben ushered us out of the office, holding the doors for me. I handed the car keys to Riyuki and she popped the trunk of the car and I set the box inside and closed the lid. We waved goodbye and got in the car.

As Riyuki buckled her seat belt, I asked her how many times she climaxed in Ben's office.

"Three times, Sam san. Having to restrain myself from disclosing my orgasms made me more aroused than normal. Mistress will need to dry clean this outfit."

I turned off her butterfly. "We will do the same inside the hardware store."

"Hai, Sam san."

I checked my iPhone to see where the closest Lowe's or Home Depot was and found a Lowe's nearby, three miles away. I made my way there and when we got out of the car, I turned Riyuki's butterfly on. We went into the store and Riyuki looked around for the ropes, but I told her I'd like to look around for awhile. No other reason than to tease her as we walked. Meandering down different aisles, I'd stop occasionally to look at something I had no real interest in, merely to delay our departure. Riyuki walked behind me, but when I stopped, I'd glance at her to see how she was doing. When I noticed liquid running below the hem of her skirt, I walked to the rope section.

Stopping in front of the different ropes, I asked her to pick out the rope she wished to be restrained with. She looked at and felt the various ropes and picked out one about five millimeters in diameter. I felt the texture and it was quite rough, with fibers of the material poking out of the rope.

"You realize you're going to be naked when I restrain you, including your breasts and cunt?"

"Hai, Sam san. I enjoy the roughness."

Pulling off about sixty feet which would give me five lengths of twelve, I looked the rest of it over and picked out another nylon/cotton mix of the same diameter, but much softer. I pulled out 120 feet of the softer stuff.

"Why are you getting the softer rope, Sam san?"

"I will also be tying Marcia and perhaps your Mistress. They might not appreciate the rough material as much as you."

Calling a store associate, I had him cut the rope to the appropriate lengths and write down the price and code on a slip of paper for the cashier. I handed the rope to Riyuki and she coiled it. There appeared to be more fluid running down her leg, but she was ignoring it, so I did too. I handed the cashier the papers the associate gave us, paid for the rope and we left. As we departed the store, I turned off the butterfly again.

"How many times did you cum this time, Riyuki?"

"Six, Sam san. When do you plan on tying me?"

"This afternoon. Your Mistress wishes to observe and I hope to convince her to participate. I will also be tying Marcia. I'm not experienced in doing suspensions, so all our Shibari will be on the floor or bed."

"I am most ready for our session, Sam san. Your butterfly has seen to that."

"You may remove it now. I want you to wash it as soon as we get home, then leave it on my bed along with the rope."

"Hai, Sam san."

We got home in time for lunch. As Brianna said, she left her cum on Marcia's face. Marcia was kneeling in the entry and her face was well slicked with cum. I touched her face. It was still wet.

"Did you have a good morning, little slave?"

"Mistress didn't allow me to cum, Master. Other than that, it was fine."

"I'll ensure you cum a lot this afternoon. Let's have lunch."

"Thank you, Master. Do you want me to wipe my face off?"

"No, let's leave it there for awhile. I like you with cum on your face. I'd prefer it to be mine, but Brianna's is less messy, shall we say."

We went in to lunch. You could tell Chantelle was helping cook again. We were having lobster bisque with home made croutons in addition to the usual assortment of salads. Healthy, delicious food every day. I was going to love living here. I allowed my slave to eat at the table, soup being a clumsy dish to feed her. Besides, it gave everyone a chance to see the cum on her face. Marcia wore it like a badge of honor, which it was, I suppose. It was the Mistress's cum, and all of her slaves would be honored to wear it. The twins had been fed already and were down for their naps, giving us the afternoon to play around.

After lunch, I nodded to Brianna and she agreed she was ready. I asked if we could use her bedroom and she allowed it would be more comfortable in there. Riyuki gathered the rope on my instruction and brought it to Brianna's room. I had Marcia kneel on the bed. Brianna took a seat with her, leaning up against the pillows. I cut the hemp rope into five, twelve foot sections. I folded a length in two and I began with Riyuki. While she was standing, I kissed her, then started trussing her arms behind her back. To avoid straining her arms, I tied them together flat to her back. When her arms were secure, I fastened another line to her arms and went over her shoulders, across her chest, under her arms and then back across her other shoulder in a large 'x' across her chest, which also pulled her arms up in the back. Next, I wrapped one length of rope both above and below her breasts, pinching them between the lines, and thrusting them out. I wrapped another length of double line around her waist, forming a loop over her abdomen. With the line trailing down her front, I tied a knot in the line which would lie over her clit, then passed the two strands on either side of her inner labia, bringing it up the crease of her ass and tying it to the waist in the back, cinching it tight. When I pulled it tight, the rough rope and knot rubbed against her clit and she gave a small sob and climaxed. The last thing I did was to knot her hair, draw a line through it and fasten it to her arms in back, pulling it taut so her back, head and neck were bowed back, and putting more pressure on her crotch.