WARNING: this story features non-consent. Do not continue to read if this is triggering for you.

Enjoy this episode. The next one has been written but needs to be proofread. I'm not in a hurry here, as I'm enjoying Kasha :) Let me know if you are enjoying her as well, or perhaps would like to be in her place :)

Previous episodes:
- The groundskeeper - 01 - Kasha
- The groundskeeper - 02 - Kasha

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I moved my hands to her chest and cupped both of her breasts. They were a perfect fit, and touching my palms against her nipples made her inhale sharply: “I really, really, like your breasts, little girl. And I will have a lot of fun with them.”

Kasha exhaled, she seemed relieved. She straightened her back and leaned into my hands. For the first time, I noticed the hint of a smile on her face.

Not for the first time this evening, I wondered what was happening here. What really occurred in her relationships with others that made her respond so submissively and accept being told what to do so easily? Not that I was about to complain about it; I was enjoying every moment of the experience... Still, something to think about for use during her training.

I took a step forward so I was standing just in front of her and let my hands wander to her back. Kasha looked up at me, but didn’t move her position an inch. I kissed her forehead while telling her: “Good girl, “which made her smile more pronounced. Her skin felt wonderfully smooth, and I could feel her back muscles under my hands. Taking my time, I kneaded her back, watching her eyes flutter closed as she clearly enjoyed the experience.

When I let go and grasped the clasp of her bra, her eyes shot open again, and once more an uncertain and pleading look appeared in them. I kissed her forehead again, and unclasped the bra. Using my hands to move her arms like she was a doll and slide off her bra, then putting them back in position behind her head. Still looking in her eyes, I let my fingers play softly closer to her breasts, then over her breasts, avoiding her nipples. When I finally allowed my fingers to play with her pink aureola and long protruding nipples, her eyes fell closed again and a long moan escaped her. At the same time she stumbled forward, and I had to catch her body against me to avoid her falling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry, this just feels so strong, and I didn’t expect it!”

I chuckled and wrapped my hand back around her throat to steady her: “I thought I was using you against your will, but you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit, aren’t you, my little slut? Are you wet, Kasha?”

If possible, her face went even more red, and she lowered her eyes and remained quiet. My other hand found a nipple and gave it a sharp pull and twist: “Answer me!”.

She produced something between a moan and a cry of pain: “Yes, Sir, I think so Sir, I mean, I’m not sure, but…”

She clearly was a masochist who got aroused by pain as well, I thought, and I decided to test my theory. I stepped back just a bit and grabbed a nipple with each hand. I didn’t apply a lot of pressure, just made sure to keep them securely between my fingers. Doing so, I had to admire her breasts; they hadn’t sagged at all when I took off the bra and they really were a very nice size. They would do wonders during Shibari play, and I looked forward to torturing them as well.

I looked at Kasha and smiled at her, then: “Kiss me, Kasha”. She moved her head to meet my lips but because I was taller had to stand on her toes, and quickly found out that that put strain on her nipples as I wasn’t moving my hands.

“Sir, I…”

“Kiss me! Now!”

She stood on her tiptoes again, and pulled her nipples so that she could reach my mouth to kiss me. A series of whimpers and moans accentuated her efforts, but she did make it and kissed me softly, then stood back with a sigh.

“What matters are my orders, little girl, not your comfort. Keep that in mind."

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

“Good, kiss me again then."

Knowing what was going to happen, she this time didn’t hesitate and tortured her own nipples to do as I asked. A kiss with her mouth open this time, and a hint of tongue against my lips. I felt like my jeans were going to rip open if we kept doing this. I have always prided myself on having excellent self-control, but this was taxing it.

I pushed her a step back and played with her nipples without inflicting further pain, which sent shivers through her body. “Good girl!”. I noticed that, even though her legs were open wide, she seemed to roll her hips and had trouble standing still. I was beginning to wonder how wet she really was, and how it was possible that she hadn’t had an orgasm in her life. She was starting to look as if she was one of the most sexual people I had met, and I had quite a few experiences in my life.

I decided to find out – no reason to frustrate me, right? – and walked around her. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and pulled down so her head was tilted backward and she couldn’t move. Then I let my right hand scratch her back, then grab her ass. The skirt was in the way of course, but I could already feel it was spectacular. I bunched up her skirt in my hand until I could slip it underneath and felt her naked legs. They were as toned as the rest of her body; I really needed to thank someone for pushing her into swimming. She was sculpted as a Greek goddess.

As I touched her legs and came closer to her pussy, Kasha became more restless and clearly had a problem to stand still. But I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, with an audible moan of myself this time, I brought my hand up all the way between her legs and flattened it against her pussy. Immediately, I felt how wet she was.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please, I know I shouldn’t be! I’m not normal, I’m sorry, I’ll do better, Sir.” Kaska went into an endless, soft apology, straining against my hand in her hair and trying to squirm away from my hand on her pussy.

I pulled her hair sharply and barked: “Stop right now! This is not acceptable behavior and I will not tolerate it! You are to stand still, shut up, and let me do as I please with your body. Not another word from you!”.

She froze, and I saw new tears appear on her face, but she didn’t move an inch and made no sound. After waiting a few minutes to make sure she understood what was expected of her, I started to move my hand on her pussy, using my fingers to trace her lips and find her clit, just missing it whenever I came close. My wet fingers also traced by the entrance to her pussy, and over her asshole, but they only probed lightly without applying real pressure. Kasha was a statue, but was clearly getting more and more aroused – she was hardly breathing at times.

“That’s better, Kasha, don’t make me say this again or there will be punishment involved. As of today you are my property, and that means I can do anything, anything, with your body that I want. If you’re in pain, it’s because I want you to be in pain. If you’re aroused, it’s because that pleases me. If you’re dripping wet, it’s because I made you wet. It’s my prerogative and my responsibility. Not yours. You’re this thing that belongs to me from now on, and you’ll take whatever I choose to do with or to you.”

While I was saying that, my fingers started playing with her clit, and almost immediately she couldn’t keep in a long “aaaaaaaaaaah”. I brought my head next to hers so that I could hear her breathing get deeper and more irregular. Her eyes were scrunched closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, the muscles in her neck tensed up.

I slowed down my fingers and avoided her clit, whispering in her ear: “Do you like that Kasha?"

Hiding her disappointment that I stopped as well as she could, she whispered back “Yes, Sir. I do, Sir. Can I… ask something, Sir?”

“Yes, little girl, you can. What is it?”

“I know I’m yours to do with as you please, but… I feel like I might cum if you continue what you were doing, Sir. Would it be possible for you to continue?”

“Continue what, my little slut? Tell me what you want me to do.”

She swallowed loudly and whispered: “Can you please use your fingers on my pussy and on my clit, Sir? It feels better than anything I’ve experienced, Sir. I would be very grateful.”

Hearing her talk to me like that, I almost came on the spot, this was not how I had imagined this encounter to go. I chuckled in her ear, and started moving my fingers back to her most sensitive area. She sighed and leaned her head against mine.

I kept my touch light and consistent, and slowly increased the pressure around her clit. Kasha started to move back and forth and almost meowed as a kitten against my ear. Several minutes of this made me doubt my sanity as I was attempting to continue with my plan, and not give in to the urge to throw her on the floor and ram my cock in her. Her building up to her orgasm was off the scales erotic, and my cock now definitely hurt.

Hearing her breathing change, I increased rhythm and pressure and Kasha couldn’t hold in her moans any longer, I turned my head against hers, held her hair even tighter and spoke into her ear: “That’s it, my little slut, just like this, come for me now.” I nibbled on her ear lobe, and my fingers went crazy on her clit.

Kasha froze, all her muscles tensing up, and opened her mouth wide. No sound came out at first, but she looked like she was screaming. After those first seconds, she started screaming loudly, and then went completely limp. Luckily, I was in a good position to catch her, so she fell into my arms rather than on the floor.

I picked her up and carried her to the couch. There I sat down carefully and cuddled her up against my chest. She looked as if she passed out, and breathed deeply against my chest.