The Nanny

THE NANNY

Time’s passed and Jo faces an anniversary causing her to reflect on her new found lifestyle as Master gives her a special present.

Chapter twelve

       Jo relaxes across the reclined pool chair on her back, nude.  Her well oiled body glistens from the generous applications of body lotion her likewise naked stepdaughter’s been enthusiastically applying periodically between swimming and lying next to her on a matching recliner.  The Caribbean weather couldn’t be more perfect as a slight breeze off the ocean wisps across the Olympic size pool as the fluffy terrycloth beach towels gently flutters under their naked bodies.

       Thinking back with her eyes closed as she contently daydreams, Jo feels the final touches of the girl’s fingers gliding back and forth across her naked flesh, spreading her thighs, massaging her breasts with the warm lotion.  Laying the cell phone down beside her chair, having just spoken to her husband, she anticipates at any moment the welcoming sound of the Bell helicopter’s powerful blades as it swoops in from off the ocean.

       She still finds it hard to believe that tonight it’s actually been a year to the day that she was flown to this island.  The memories of her abduction and the abuse her mind and body were put through are still as fresh as if it were just last week.  But, all in all, looking back, everything’s been more then worth it, now seeming a small price to pay for her present lifestyle, a lifestyle she’s grown to love, along with Master who has taught her well.  Her survival instincts have paid off in spades and she’s found the unexpected pleasures of a once unexplored Dominatrix trait somehow mixed with a similarly suppressed submissive trait, both able to give her satisfying pleasure in their separate ways in her uninhibited surroundings.

       “All done Barbie!”  Jo hears the girl whispering in her ear with a slight giggle.

       “Thanks Jess.”  Totally relaxed, she answers with a slight smile, her eyes still softly shut as she slowly nods her head, appreciative of the bonding friendship they’ve nurtured these past few months since Madam was expelled to Singapore from the island and the son accepted in an Ivy League school in the states.  “You’re excused; I’ve just talked with your father and the copter will be arriving any moment!”

       Listening as the girl collects the lotions and such from the nearby table and step quietly away; she continues to listen for the familiar whirl of the copter.  While continuing to reminisce, the faint sound over the surf becomes the whirl she’s been awaiting.  Waiting till the last moment, stretching, spreading her self completely spread eagled as the sound of the copter circles around the patio, the downdraft from the Bell 407’s Rolls-Royce Allison engine powered rotors splashes the pool water as it blows across the twisting fabric of the sun umbrellas, the disturbed water misting across her naked body.  Glancing through her squinting eyes as the sleek black copter circles toward the pad, having followed her husband’s dare from their phone conversation, she’s certain she’s given more then an eyeful to its occupants, just another added bonus of being an avid exhibitionist, another trait she’s culminated in the past year.

       Setting up, slipping her bare feet into the stilettos lying next to the lounge chair, she stands and checks the tight single braid of dark hair swaying across her back.  Glancing toward one of the white beach towels, picking it up then tossing it down, she decides not to wipe her self off.  Oiled and glistening, she slowly walks toward the gate on the side of the house to the heliport.  Waiting for the chopping sound of the blades to finally become just a whispering hiss before becoming completely silent, she opens the gate and steps toward the pad while sucking in her already flat stomach as she glances down toward the pair of glistening gold studs jiggling from her nipples.

       Master DeSade being the last of the men to exit, she steps assertively toward him with only a smile.  Ignoring the stares of the other three occupants she kisses him on the cheek as she lifts his right hand, sliding it across her bare, perfectly tanned breasts as she twists her torso.

       “Welcome home Master!”  She grins as she glances toward the three obviously awe struck men.  “Would you like me to welcome our guests?”

       Smiling with an affirmative nod, he steps toward the other side of the copter leaving her with the trio.  Stepping provocatively toward the men, all seeming of a Ukrainian descent, she gives the first a smiling peck on the cheek.  Her bare breasts pressing across his white satin shirt, he reaches up with his open hand, cupping her left breast.  Firmly gripping his wrist with her right fist, shaking her head slowly back and forth with a darting glare, she firmly drags his hand downward from her bouncing globe, hissing.  “I’m not one of your fucking whores!”

       Just as quick, a smile returns across her face as she turns toward the second man giving him a similar peck on the cheek.  Remaining motionless he feels her thrust out breasts against him leaving an oiled stain on his shirt.  His hands remaining at his sides as she stares directly into his eyes, she flirtatiously turns toward the third man as she catches him finishing unbuttoning his top couple buttons on his shirt.

       “Hot, isn’t it?”  She grins as she glances toward his open shirt.  “That’s why I stay naked most of the time!”  Reaching up, slipping her fingers across her symmetrical globes, leaving the traces of her fingertips in the glistening oil as she spreads her hands apart, she leans toward him, kissing him on his cheek.  Pressing forward, practically grinding her bare breasts across his tanned chest as she arches her shoulders back, she feels the hot oil spreading across his flesh as her gold nipple studs scrape across his Pecs.  Blocking his raising hands with hers, she again gives her mixed signal with an instant scowl.  “Hands off!”

       Quickly turning away after immensely enjoying her tease, knowing she’s driving the confused men crazy, she glances toward the rear of the helicopter noticing a tightly blindfolded thirtyish woman with her arms secured behind her back.   A bright red ball gag stuffed between her lips, she’s being led toward them by Master DeSade along with her original escort, who had originally bought her to the island, Greg.   The woman’s practically naked, appearing the worse for wear with multiple tattoos and piercings, along with the slightest of faint whip marks.  Obvious tears streak from under her mask as her barely concealed body glistens under her skimpy tattered and disheveled clothing.

       “May I?”  Jo nods toward Master DeSade as she reaches toward the woman.

       A quick nod and he steps toward the men, leaving the escort to return to the rear of the copter while Jo grips the saliva spewed torn halter and rips it from the woman’s chest.  Her breasts, decorated with tribal style tattoos sway, the dark nipples jiggling with heavy metal rings spreading apart as she reflexively turns her head, her body noticeably stiffening.  Gripping both breasts, giving a slight twist, Jo leans her face towards the eye mask.  “No need for that anymore!” Reaching down, jerking at the remnants of her skirt, tearing it from her bare thighs, she adds.  “This either!”  A trio of metal rings glisten, exposed between her thighs, a matching pair of smaller ones piercing her labia folds with a larger one the size of the nipple rings impaling her clit just below the brightly colored tattoo of a dragon across her shaved pubic mound.

       Completely naked and barefoot, the woman staggers as Jo slides her hands up to the firm dark skinned flesh of the now bare breasts.  Melding, twisting, Jo glances toward Master.  “They’re real.  I’d guess at least C, maybe pushing a D.”  Smiling she adds.  “Perfect for a good entertaining workout, right Master?”

       The men’s attentions are still mostly attracted to Jo flaunting her incredible, unmarred body, totally naked and glistening as she struts around the distressed woman.  Letting them ogle her as she continues to explore the bound woman’s body while glancing toward Master DeSade, she asks.  “She’s receiving a session by me this evening, right Master?”

       “Yes Jo, as soon as the plane arrives with out other guests.”  He answers as he glances toward the men, pointing them to the side of the manor.  “Take her for us; don’t remove her blindfold until she’s being prepared, okay?”

       “Absolutely Master, my pleasure!”  She grins as she grips the woman’s wrists from behind her back, still acting as if she’s ignoring their lewd stares while actually enjoying every moment.  “I’ll get Jessica to help prepare her if that’s okay… That way, I can service you if you have the time… I mean if that would please you, Master!”

       “Yes… Yes of course Jo… Always thinking of me, aren’t you?”  He nods toward the men with a smile, glancing back toward her glistening full body, making the woman next to her, as well endowed as she is, seem scrawny.  “Let me have our guests shown to their suites… Then I’ll be in my room.”

       “I’ll be waiting Master, eagerly!”  She states with an animated pout on her face as she again provocatively arches her back, letting her bare breasts stand out and sway one more time for the obviously infatuated foreigners.  Glancing evilly toward the gawking men, she lowers her head while spreading her hands beside her hips.  “I’ve missed you Master, I haven’t seen you in almost a week!... Look at this, it’s all wet!”  Intentionally turning in a slow arc so all the men could get a perfect view, she glances downward, her braided hair brushing across her quivering right breast as she spreads the folds of her labia between her thumb and forefinger.  Her exposed gold clit stud glistens as she whimpers.  “All I’ve done was lay at the pool naked everyday thinking of you… A real man!... I was hoping you’d fuck my brains out and then let me lick you clean, before supper!”

       “Shaking his head as he again grins; he points the dumbfounded men toward the door.  “Yeh, okay Jo… I think we can work something out!... Now go ahead and take her.”

       “Okay!”  She blurts, giving a quick glimpse toward the three men as they hesitantly turn away.  “Thank you Master, I’ll be waiting for you!... To do whatever you want with me!”

       The obviously aroused men led out of sight into the house, Jo turns toward the girl while laughing and thinking to herself at the stupid Ukrainians who could only wish they could have her, the dumb bastards.  She wouldn’t fuck them with this blindfolded woman’s pussy.  A slight grin still on her face while knowing how delighted her act has made Master, content in knowing he wouldn’t share her now with anybody, she also knows that putting on this little act has caused her to really be wet for him.

       “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Jessica.”  Gripping the woman by her left nipple, giving a twist, she causes her to tiptoe as she leads her toward the house.  Listening to the woman’s whimpers she scoffs.  “You’re going to be receiving a special workout tonight!... For a special anniversary present.”

       Leading her to into the house and directly down the stairs to the white room, Jo swings the iron door open.  Directing the woman past the apparatuses to a corner stall toward a waist high floor mounted wooden square post, she backs her against a black iron ring connected with a pair of leather cuffs affixed to its top.  Slipping the cuffs around her already bound wrists, she releases the woman.  A floor drain right behind the post, Jo runs a bucket of water from the wall mounted faucet and with a scrub brush in it, sits it next to the drain.

       “Here’s Jessica now.”  Jo smiles while heading for the door as she glances toward Jessica, herself scantly clad, entering the chamber.  “She’ll get you cleaned up, won’t you Jess?”

       Smiling, nodding as she approaches the cuffed woman, Jessica reaches for the blindfold.  “Barbie!”  Jessica shouts, turning her head toward Jo entering the hallway.  “Look!... Look who it is!”

       Quickly turning, glancing back into the chamber, Jo stares unbelievingly toward the unmasked woman.  Staring closer as she re-enters the room, she softly mumbles.  “My God!... It’s Madam!”

       Quickly stepping back into the room, Jo slides her hands across the thick ‘O’ rings daggling from the pair of tattooed breasts as she stares directly into the swollen eyes while blurting.  “Look at you!... It’s… It’s been almost a Year!”

       “It’s just Bonnie now!”  Jessica chimes in.  “You’re Madam now… Jo!”

       Grinning, nodding toward Jessica, Jo mutters.  “Damn right, and I’ve got the suite with that familiar chair and whip closet to prove it now, too!”

       “Where you want her!”  The escorts voice echoes through the room as he leads another nearly naked, mouth gagged woman.  Also cuffed, also similar multiple tattoos and piercings exposed from under her tattered clothing, her red hair spreads disheveled across he shoulders.  Carrying an oversized black sports satchel he drops it on the floor.  “This is their clothing, courtesy of Master DeSade.”

       “Greg!”  Jessica practically squeals as she prances toward him.  “I’ve missed you!”

       “Yea… That was a little surprise for you; I knew he was coming with Master when we talked on the cell phone.”  Jo smiles while stepping toward the redhead.  “Look who it is Jessica… Another of our favorites!  Madam’s… I mean Bonnie’s Dom buddy, Kim!”

       Reaching out, ripping what was left of the torn blouse, the redhead’s bare breasts display similar markings and piercings as Bonnie’s.  The tattered shorts ripped away leaves more rings and colorful tattoos exposed.

       “Those Ukrainians sure like their women decorated, don’t they Jess?”  Jo smirks as she glides her finger across the designs inked into the global mounds.  “At least they’re well done, actually rather professional!”

       “Oh, they really think it all adds to the beauty!”  Jessica offers as she steps toward Greg and gives him a hug.   “The rings aren’t just ornaments!”  She grins as she jerks and twists the ring piercing the woman’s right nipple.  “Oomph!”

       Letting go, she smiles as she glances toward Jo’s gold studs.  “See… They’re for inflicting pain, too!... Damn, Barbie, you should know that!”

       Cuffing the redhead next to Bonnie, Jo asks, “Greg, this is all a really big surprise…?”

       “Yes, Madam!”  Greg explains.  “Master DeSade actually didn’t sell them in Singapore.  He placed them with a rather exclusive club he’s well vested in.  Extremely exclusive…. They’ve spent their time as entertainment…. Actually, after their short stay to help celebrate your special occasion, they’re being flown right back!”

       “Really?”  Jo smiles while turning and staring into their glazed eyes.  Turning toward Jessica, she adds.  “I think you wouldn’t mind assisting me with your friend there, huh Jess?”

       “Oh God, I’d love to!”  Jessica grins.  “Thank you Barb!”

       “I’ve got to get upstairs to welcome Master… Scrub ‘em up and dress ‘em.”  Jo quips as she momentarily hesitates, hearing the roar of the Jet swooping over the house toward the landing area.  “Sounds like Master’s guests have arrived!... Have ‘em ready in an hour or so, okay?”

       Almost an hour alone with Master, Jo performs to her exceptional standards while concentrating on his favorite sexual habits.  Enticing him to inflict minimal pain on her as their sex always borders on the rough side, she also finds it an acquired pleasurable pain for her.  Directed mainly toward her breasts and clitoris, she mounts him in various positions as she alternately contorts her own body for his pleasure.  Nearly an hour of vigorous, exhausting sex, using all her orifices, she’s allowed an orgasm as a reward for her enthusiastic aggressiveness.

       Afterwards, preparing for the session with the pair of women, she thanks Master DeSade for the gift of the unexpected present for her one year anniversary since the flight to the island.  Given the instructions for what he wants her to do and administer to the pair, Jo finds herself almost giddy with excitement, anticipation as he leaves her to meet the others in the parlor.

       Finished with their preparation, the escort leads the women toward the parlor.  The dozen or so seated men’s attention’s attracted toward the pair of approaching bound women as the room becomes quiet.  Identically dressed in the skimpiest of black latex body suits covering the very bare minimum of their otherwise virtually naked bodies, they struggle to walk side by side.  Their eight inch stilettos are obviously a challenge for them to balance in with their arms secured in singular bondage sleeves forcing their shoulders to bow back.  Their naked tattooed breasts thrusting outward, their impaled nipples jiggle from the weight of the nipple rings as black stretched hoods form fit their heads and cover their faces.  The hoods are fitted with a pair of openings allowing for bright red ‘O’ rings to stretch their lips apart and their hair to flip out in ponytails.

       Their multiple tattoos prominently exposed across their bare breasts and pubic areas, the women are directed by the escort to the front of the raised platform in the corner and ordered to stand.  Equipped with a couple sets of adjustable mountable bondage restraints, the most ominous device is a black metal kettle in between, with glowing coals.  Several dark metal iron handles spread around the kettle’s smoldering rim as sparkles of glistening flecks rise toward the ceiling with the whisking smoke as the escort administers to the flames.

       All eyes on the struggling women turn toward Jo as she enters from the opposite entrance.  Dressed in her risqué form fitting black latex Dominatrix apparel while carrying a black satchel in her left hand, she’s followed by the similarly attired Jessica.  Meeting in front of the platform, they lead the bound women up onto the podium.  Business like, raising and securing the bound women’s sleeved arms up behind their backs to the restraints, facing the pair toward the kettle, the Velcro leather eye covering straps are flipped open revealing their darting eyes.  Strapping their spread ankles to the lower halves of the devices, the glow of the ambers reflect off their latex and glistening naked flesh.

       Turning toward the redhead, Jo smirks.  “Kim, you can go first!”

       Reaching for an iron and stirring the hot coals with its smoldering flat end causing the ambers to dance and swirl upward in the rising smoke, the escort lifts it out and glances toward the ornamented tip.  Heated just right, he hands the back of the handle to Jo.  Swinging it slowly toward Kim’s widening eyes, she smiles as she whispers.  “Pubic mound first!”

       Terrified grunts with traces of spittle emit from the ‘O’ ring while Jo glances toward Master DeSade, seated along with the other aroused men attending the private gathering.  Turning back and nodding toward Jessica, she orders.  “Swipe her cunt with the damp clothe from the satchel, get it good and wet.”

       Obeying, following the directions as instructed, Jessica kneels and grabs the dripping clothe vigorously swiping it back and forth between the trembling thighs at eye level.  Standing, excitedly staring toward Jo, the steaming hot iron, she rasps.  “Done!”

       “Okay, step behind her… Hold her thighs Jess!”  Jo grins as she feels her heart pounding, the excitement of feeling the warmth, the heat at the handle end, realizing how excruciatingly hot the branding end is as she slowly reaches it out toward the redhead’s flexing thighs.

       Glancing toward Bonnie’s terrified eyes darting toward the branding iron, toward her redheaded friend, watching with amusement at the drool streaking from Bonnie’s ‘O’ ring, dripping down between her trembling bare breasts as she grunts with each rasping breath, Jo turns her attention back to Kim’s pubic mound while kneeling down.

       Kim’s grunts, almost gurgling sounds resonate as the sizzling iron’s centered within an inch or so of her drenched bare skin where she can feel the intense heat.  Jo’s fascinated with the iron’s reflection off the clit ring as the reddened glow also shimmers from the quivering flesh as she waves the brand teasingly back and forth.

       “Shish!” The searing sound’s followed by the screams.  “Aaaagggghhhhh!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”   The hot metal presses against Kim’s jerking body as she hoarsely and repeatedly screams.  Steam, smoke swirls upward, the stench of burning flesh instantly spreading around the room.

       Pulling the smoldering iron away, Kim’s branded flesh adhering, stretching until snapping back as it tears from the still sizzling metal, Jo glances toward the flat end, swings it up toward Bonnie’s darting eyes.  “Damn… Smell that?”  Turning back toward Jessica, she smirks.  “Break a capsule… Whiff it under her nose to keep her alert!”

       Glaring, rasping through the ‘O’ ring as she tries unsuccessfully to twist her hooded head away, not to watch her friend’s hysterical jig before she slumps, Bonnie senses the heat as her own body jerks in the latex leather, her own tattooed breasts swaying back and forth as Jo glides the glowing iron across a jiggling nipple ring, practically touching the nub of the pierced nipple.

       “Don’t worry, Madam.”  With the emphasis on ‘Madam’ Jo smiles.  “It’s not your turn… At least not yet!”

       Turning back toward the redhead as Jessica presses the capsule across the perforated nostril pinholes in the black leather; Jo switches irons with the escort who’s already picked out another.  Also perfectly heated, it’s narrower in height but wider in length at its branding surface.  Stepping behind Kim’s trembling body, she barely hesitates, pressing it against the small of her back.

       “Shish!!”  The burning odor’s followed by more screams.  “Aaaggghhh!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Kim’s body jerks forward as the iron’s pulled from her searing flesh. Smoke rises from behind her, past her sleeved arms as her flailing breasts jerk back and forth, the ‘O’ rings twisting at her tugged nipples.

       Again turning toward Bonnie, Jo smiles.  “Now it’s your turn.”  Teasing with the still hot, almost nauseating smelling branding iron, she flicks it across the other nipple ring, barely searing the very nub causing Bonnie to squeal as she frantically twists.  “Oomph!”

       “That’s not it!”  Jo smirks, giggling.  Feeling wet between her thighs from the heightening pleasure of brandishing the dreaded branding irons, burning the symbols into Kim’s naked flesh, Jo slides the second iron back into the brazier of glowing coals as she glances toward the saliva drooling from Bonnie’s bright red ‘O’ ring, streaking down across the colorful tattoo spread over the upper curves of her naked breasts.

       The urge is hard to resist, too press an iron directly against the nipples thrust out in front of her as Bonnie’s grunts are obviously wasted pleas.  Realizing the brandings are actually meant as ornamentation and not mutilation, Jo refrains.  Picking out another iron, the escort hands it carefully to Jo while she kneels and eyes Bonnie’s trembling pubic area.  “Jess… Swab it down, okay?”

       Glancing up into the welling eyes, toward the spittle dripping from the mask with Bonnie’s grunts, Jo positions the branding iron.  Centering it just above the glistening mound of the top of the shaved separation of her slit, the clit ring jiggles between the pair of smaller rings impaling the puffy folds of her labia as her hips tremble.

       “Hold her hips, Jess.”  Almost whispering, Jo grips her fist clenched around the heated iron handle with her free hand.  Sliding the flattened head of the brand just above the reflection of the across the clit ring, she presses forward as Jessica grips tight.

       “Shish!”  “Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Hips flinching, then jerking as Jessica holds firm with both arms, Bonnie’s scream echoes across the parlor.  Holding the branding iron a tad longer against the burning flesh, Jo watches the steam rise off the heated end of the metal as short spurts of urine gushes out from between Bonnie’s spasm wracked thighs.  Pulling back, her searing flesh also adheres against the simmering metal before snapping back.  Smoldering, a putrid odor rises with the misting smoke.

       As Bonnie nearly collapses forward, Jessica reaches up from behind, tugs at the bondage sleeve with one hand while whiffing the already open capsule across the front of the drooping hood.  Handed another brand, Jo steps beside Bonnie and centers the poker between the dimples framing the hollow of her back.  The capsule working, she jerks back to reality just in time to be branded a second time.

       “Shish!!”  The now familiar sizzle and instant odor’s quickly followed by the expected piercing scream.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       Stepping aside, giving the iron back to the escort, Jo watches as Jessica again flourishes the ammonia capsule.  Finishing with Bonnie first, Jessica gives another whiff to the slumping redhead, revitalizing both to feel the full excruciating pain of their matching brandings.  The haze of the smoldering coals and burning flesh distorts the lighting above the platform as the burnt odor spreads across the room.

       Allowing a couple minutes for the hysterical women to begin to recover, unfastening the restraints, the escort and Jessica lead the weak kneed pair off the platform.  Parading them around the room to allow the men to examine the fresh brandings along with the multiple tattoos, Jo steps beside Master DeSade and kneels.  Thrusting her chest out, spreading her hands palm up on her outstretched knees, her own body’s practically naked and glistening.  Feeling her heart pounding from the satisfaction of applying the branding iron across their bare flesh, the excitement of the men infatuated with her, she revels in her status with Master.

       “Good job, Jo!”  He smiles as he intently watches the others engrossed with the tortured women in their midst.  “Remember the last time you saw her?... What happened?”

       Glancing up toward his face, she smiles back.  “Yes Master… She rode the knotted rope while you had me use the crop on her!... How could I forget that?”  Glancing back toward Bonnie being shuffled around the room, she adds.  “That’s just before you exiled her from the island and promised our wedding on the Yacht!”

       “Yes!”  He nods.  “And then I did replace her with you, didn’t I?”  He quips as he gives her neck a gentle squeeze as he continues watching across the room.  “Tonight she’s riding the rope again, along with her friend Kim on the wooden pony… You won’t mind giving the guests another show after dinner, will you?... Strip ‘em naked and give ‘em both a good workout before they’re sent back?... This time though, I want you completely naked too in front of our guests, even for dinner!”

       “I’d love to, Master!”  She answers, knowing how to keep him pleased. 

End Part Twelve