The Rent “How do you feel about Mr. R?” My owner and I wat..

The Rent “How do you feel about Mr. R?” My owner and I watched carefully as the tall man and his slave moved carefully around our backyard. We were having a barbecue with some friends that we often interacted with in the kink community. When meeting Mr. R for the first time, it was clear that both Masters had an interest in each others slaves so they were invited to the gathering in order for us to get to know them more. “I like him.” It was more of the fact that he was mysterious to me than anything else. Mr. R was clearly experienced and he had told us many things about his journey in BDSM, but it felt like I hadn’t learned anything about him at all. I took notice of the fact that he barely looked at me except for those sweeping glances he made when my owner was describing my qualities as a professional Fuckdoll. It was like he was unsure whether or not he should close on a business deal, it made me feel hot all over. On the other hand, my owner made it clear that he was intrigued by the slave in front of us. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his eyes trailed over her in interest as they did the entire night. I smiled mischievously when she returned his gaze with a blushed stare. She would endure much with my sadistic Master. “It’s settled then,” my ears perked at Mr. R’s sounds of approval. “Next Saturday, we will have each others slaves for five hours only.” My owner picked his drink off the table and gave me a final look. I knew he was waiting for final thoughts on the agreement, in return I nodded my head with a reassuring smile. With a pleased look my Sir nodded back and sipped his drink. I blew out a breath of nervousness and then also one of frustration. For the week that had passed by, I only felt excitement for being rented out by Mr. R but now that I was waiting at his door it seemed that I am now more nervous than anything. It felt like many minutes had passed by until the door was opened, I almost hadn’t noticed it at first. My eyes blinked slowly when the tall man blinked at me wordlessly. I was taken aback by the sudden smile he gave me, it made the black suit he wore less intimidating. “Hello, Artig. It’s nice having you.” “Hello, Sir. Thank you.” I stiffened at the hand he placed on my back, guiding me inside the house. My eyes made a note of everything that we walked past, everything was so simple and well put together. “You can go bring your bag into the bathroom now.” Thank god something that I was familiar with. It calmed me down. It was usually my sign to get ready to Fuckdoll standards and when negotiating, Mr. R decided that proper standards were for me to be naked but with heels on. It didn’t take long for me to head back into the kitchen where Mr. R was waiting for me. He hadn’t noticed me at first as he was searching for something in the cabinet but when he turned around a look of shock was all over his face. “What is this? Since when are slaves allowed to be intrusive!” My eyes widened in embarrassment as he laughed at my naked state. He sent me back into the bathroom to change so that we can resume his plans for tonight. Now in my dress once again, Mr. R noticed that I was really nervous and walked over to me silently. “Kneel for me.” I was grateful that he allowed me to rest in this position for some time, making a note to run his hand through my hair before getting up to grab a bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses. “I thought before doing anything too intense today, we would have a nice dinner on my terrace. As my slave today you will help me prepare so here is what you’re going to put in the basket.” Before I knew it I was back on my feet and with a large picnic basket in my hand. Mr. R was spilling so many commands, I almost couldn’t keep up. A blush heated over my face when I noticed his gaze on my dress. It was like he was undressing me all over again, or maybe he was appreciating the way that the dress hugged my body. We trailed upstairs and I awed over the terrace that was built with a high ceiling. Mr. R muttered something about the terrace being built in a way that stops other people from being able to look inside. I wasn’t sure how true that was but I decided not to hesitate when he commanded me to get undressed. This is when he made me prepare the table and also dinner for tonight. As I turned around, our eyes met. Eye contact broke for a moment when his gaze moved down to my breasts, he seemed to enjoy them. Tingles spread all over my body when he toyed with my nipples, softly at first. My core began to tighten as he stared into my eyes while tugging at my nipple piercings. Suddenly a jolt of pain erupted through me when he squeezed them both, my eyes widened and had to look away immediately. “Lock at me!” “Did that hurt?” he asked with a sadistic smile. Even though pain still lingered on my skin, wetness was threatening to push past my lips. I could tell Mr. R was satisfied by my frazzled state and allowed dinner to begin. We had chatted for a while until Mr. R it found it was time for us to pack up and head back downstairs. “Finish your wine,” he commanded softly. I had poured too much in my glass and hadn’t thought much of it but Mr. R was adamant that I finished my drink. “It was irresponsible of you to give yourself more than you can handle, and now you refuse to finish?” I was f0rced on all fours. “What does responsibility mean to you, Artig?” A confused look was all I could offer him, I was then punished hard with his hand on my ass. Mr. R asked me the same questions four times and each time I failed to give a satisfying answer. To my surprise, when I looked up at his face he seemed amused. “Responsibility is not simply large tasks alone. Gaining a true sense of responsibility comes from the mindfulness of the smallest tasks that you perform.” He spoke so eloquently that I didn’t notice the unfinished glass of wine that was being held up to my face. “Drink it.” This time there was no room for refusal, so I did. It was hard to ignore the stinging that rested on my ass as we made our way back downstairs. I was commanded to make coffee, in the process he trained me on how to do it and how to hold and present the cup to him politely. It took a few tries but eventually he was satisfied. I was waiting in kneeling position while he finished his drink. “I’m sure you brought your own toys with you for this endeavor.” He was asking me, but it sounded more like a firm statement. I nodded and carefully went to retrieve my dildo from my bag after asking for his permission to do so. After being directed to the position he enjoyed me in the most, I was made to ride the dildo as a show for him and I couldn’t help but moan and gasp under his gaze. Shock filled me when he suddenly excused himself and left the room shortly, right when I was about to release. I nodded and brought myself to a more comfortable position. Mr. R entered the room and his face contorted in anger. “Who said that you could move?” I fell flat on my ass when he went on to explain that I had to be punished. He advanced closely to me, making my breath hitch. “Being punished means that you will be hit in ways that you will not enjoy.” My eyes widened again when he got up again and returned with his belt. Mr. R f0rced me over the couch and leaned closed to my ear. “Count every strike until ten.” The first strike made me jump, I managed to mutter the first number. At the second strike I was already pleading and saying that this punishment may be too hard to take. Mr. R was polite, he comforted me and gave me the decision of stopping the punishment or continuing. I was torn. On one hand I was terribly afraid of what could happen but I was also just as horny. So I decided to go on and take my punishment, so he gave me the remaining of my eight strokes and he was right, I didn’t enjoy it. “For being a good girl and taking your punishment well, now it is time to be hit in the way that is fun for you.” “Have you ever been placed on an electric winch before?” He asked me with a soft smile. “No, Sir!” I shook my head no but was eager to try the device that hung from the ceiling. He didn’t hesitate to place my arms on the metal bar and let it pull me up until my feet barely touched the ground. What proceeded was a very skilled session that started with a flogger for warm up and ended with a long cane. I was more than pleased by the riding crop that was used in the middle of the session. Mr. R circled me thoughtfully, he was looking for every reaction to his actions and at some point I was not sure how far he would go. It was clear that he really liked to hit me. I bit my lip extremely hard, not being able to battle the subspace that I fell into. The session turned me on, each hit was filled with more pleasure than pain and my head started to swim with all the endorphins that I was feeling. Afterwards we took a shower together where he taught me to be his bathroom slave and properly assist his during showering. I tried my best not to get myself in trouble while in the shower but it was hard as the warm water started flowing down my back and soothing my skin that was aching pleasurably. Once back in the living room, Mr. R sank into the couch and ordered me to show him my blowjob skills. He corrected every mistake that I made with a slap on my face until he was satisfied. “Kneel in front of me, mouth wide.” He instructed as his face twisted in pleasure. Suddenly he kicked my knees apart harshly to give a more pleasing look at my spread pussy. I was happy as he then came on my face. In time, our five hours were up. Silently I packed my things and tried to ignore how flustered I felt when he stood behind me and grabbed my hips, pressing them against his own. “How bad do you want me to fuck you, Artig?” The blush on my face was more evident and I hid it by hanging my head down, letting my hair fall over my face. “Terribly, Master.” He said nothing, instead he walked away and allowed me to finish