0 comments/ 52724 views/ 4 favorites Blush Ch. 01 By: violent intimacy I do not know what it is about those dusky pink cheeks that I find so alluring. As I sit staring at the young girl before me, her hands clasped nervously in her lap, it is all I can do to stop myself from pulling her into my lap. She blushes at almost every other question I ask, her face turning various shades of rosy pink in accordance with her level of embarrassment. Though never actually refusing to answer, she spends a lot of time stumbling over the more personal questions, in a voice so soft I have to strain to catch the slight tremor it holds. I do not let up, pushing her to answer with more depth, never allowing her to beat around the bush for too long before pulling her ruthlessly back on track with me. She had come to me from a close friend, a petite nymph with the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. How could she have known that I already knew who she was, why she had come to me, and my plans for her? She stammered so prettily, the words tripping over themselves as she stood on my front step, floundering helplessly while trying to explain herself. In the end I had taken pity on her, drawing her into the entranceway and ordering her to kneel. She had dropped to her knees with obvious relief, the act of doing so seeming to give her courage. "I want to be a submissive," she said. "A sexual slave." She wanted to be MY slave. I made her think it over for two months, exchanging emails with me from her home fifty miles away. I wrote to her of my expectations, her limits, training, submission, slavery, pleasure, pain. Her responses to me were well thought out, expressive, and revealing. It was hard not to let my desire to have her show in my written words. Now she is back. So is the stammering. I wait patiently for each answer, my hopes for her growing as I listen. She is so fresh! So young! So desperately eager to please. I have to keep reminding myself to take things slow with her. She gasps when I touch her, the pink tinge on her cheeks growing darker when I casually slide my hand up her thigh, nodding at her to continue. Her skin is velvety smooth and I can feel the goosebumps rising under my fingers. Push her skirt up as I go, until I see a flash of pale pink panties. She stops talking completely when I make her part her legs, my fingers gently pinching the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh. Intent on my exploration, I do not tell her to continue, thumb pressing into the cotton crotch and finding it delightfully damp. Soft moan. Legs falling further apart. Pretty skirt framing the cotton covered juncture between her legs. The moist material is almost see-through, allowing me a glimpse of the shaved lips underneath. Clearly outlined is the curving mound, the tantalizing slit. I push a little harder, smiling when she gasps, color rising in her cheeks. There is a soft sigh when I take my hand away. Her eyes are locked on me, torn between watching where my hand goes and trying to read my facial expressions. I unbutton her blouse quickly and push it off her shoulders, suddenly impatient to see the breasts I had ordered to be left bare under her clothes. They are small with dark nipples, already hard like tiny pebbles. I pinch each one in turn, hard enough to see her wince, her legs shifting involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure no doubt went shooting down to her groin. Knowing her sensitivity in this area, I take my time playing with her breasts, cupping and squeezing each one slowly. Then she is made to stand, her back arching as I have her bend over, forearms resting on the back of the sofa. She trembles when I tug her panties down around her knees, pert little ass displayed prettily amidst the ruffles of the short skirt. Her juices slick the insides of her thighs, now that the panties are no longer there to hold them in. I stroke the slippery lips, loving the way her hips sway to the movement of my hand. Two of my fingers inside her pussy - she gasps out loud at this - I push them in deep, my thumb rotating in firm circles on her anal ring. I penetrate her there too, feeling the muscles in both places react, clenching and unclenching in a series of spasms. Still holding her in this manner, I lean over her quivering form and whisper, "I'm going to have the boy come in and fuck you." Obviously surprised by my words, her head snaps up, mouth dropping open with a quiet little 'o' sound. I pull my fingers from her before she has time to react further, calling my pet's name as I do so. Ever obedient, he crawls in quickly, the metal discs on his collar jingling much like a dog's would. He tries not to show interest in the girl but I can see he has noticed her, and is hopeful. Stopping right next to her, he settles himself back into a perfect kneel, brown eyes staring up at me. I laugh softly at him and tease him about his cock already being hard, making him blush furiously. She is whimpering softly, nervously, her body shaking as she stares resolutely ahead, even though I know she desperately wants to turn and look at him, and at me. A quick gesture from me and he turns towards her, leaning forward and reaching his head up to lap at her pussy from behind. Startled, she pulls away, only to be drawn back into position by his gentle hands. I sit quietly, watching him push his face into her wet folds, tongue searching for her clit. She cries out when he finds it, hands gripping the upholstery, hips pushing back. Moments later, she comes with a muffled shriek, face buried into the back of the sofa and legs all but buckling under her. My boy turns back to me and grins, his face wet with her juices. I laugh with delight, pulling him to me for a quick kiss, and to whisper further instructions into his ear. He wastes no time, rising eagerly to grasp her hips and support them on her shaky legs. His cock pushes into the slick pussy folds, finding the entrance quickly and plunging in. I see him bite his lip to keep from shouting out his pleasure; it has been a long time since I allowed him to fuck anyone. She is not as quiet, letting out a long moan when he slides all the way in. He jerks his cock out almost immediately, slippery with her lubrication, and slips the glistening tip between her buttocks. This time he cannot help but groan at the entry, the tightness of her anus constricting his cock. She wails, body taut as her ass gives way to his long but narrow shaft. Catching his eye, I mouth, "Wait for her." With difficulty, he nods and starts to fuck her slowly. I shiver, feeling my own pussy soaking through the crotch of my pants. I know he cannot last much longer, he is already groaning softly from the effort of holding himself back. He pulls out almost all the way each time and I can see her shudder when the length of his cock travels back into her bowels. He notices my nod, bucking into her so hard her feet are lifted momentarily off the ground. With a low keening sound, she comes again, writhing on the end of his cock, the spasming anal ring pushing him over the edge into his own orgasm. He is always quiet when he comes, swallowing the loud moan that seems to get trapped in his throat. His leg muscles are taut as he rams himself as deep as he can, pumping his come into her ass. I let out my breath, not realizing that I had been holding it while I watched. They are still attached, both of them trembling from their exertions. I say softly, "Good boy." Pause. "Good girl." Motion for him to take her away and clean her up. "And when you're done, bring her to my room." Blush Ch. 02 An hour later, I walk into my bedroom to find them both kneeling obediently beside the bed, the dark swirling design of the carpet a sharp contrast to their skin tones. My boy is perfectly still as always, but she is shaking and obviously trying so hard not to. I ruffle his hair affectionately, see him smile in response, and reach past him to tip her face up towards me. Her pink cheeks are tear-stained, but her eyes brighten when I trace my finger along her jaw, stroking the soft skin. Knowing full well the answer, I ask, "Did you enjoy yourself downstairs?" The blush blooms gorgeously up the rest of her face and she tries to duck her head, nodding quickly. I slap her cheek lightly, reminding her to always look at me when I am talking to her. The dark blue eyes that snap back to mine are brimming with tears again and she opens her mouth as if to speak, to apologize, but I shush her gently. Taking her arm, I draw her up onto the bed with me, stretching us out next to each other. Her skin is baby smooth and smells like the soap he used to wash her with. I bend my head and kiss one of those hard little nipples, making her gasp as I suck it into my mouth, teeth grazing over the tip. She is moaning and pressing herself into me by the time I stop, her pussy moist and throbbing against my thigh. I lie back and order her up onto her hands and knees, grabbing handfuls of her hair to pull her head between my legs. No instruction is needed, she pushes her face into my wet pussy eagerly, soft tongue already lapping away. Beyond excited from watching them romp earlier, I tell her to slow down, not wanting to come too quickly. She lightens her strokes, tracing along the edge of my pussy lips with that delightful little tongue. When she dips lower to lick my asshole I cannot help but moan out loud, hips squirming on the bed. Still shivering from the sensations, I signal to my boy that he is to take while she kneels between my legs with her ass raised. I hear her whimper, "Oh please, not there, not again," as she tries to pull away. Tightening my hold on her hair, I tug her back down, watching the boy squat over her ass, his cock slick with clear lubrication. He slides its slippery length up and down the cleft between her buttocks and after a moment, I feel her tongue start on me again. She whimpers once more when he starts to prod at the sore opening to her ass, but does not try to escape or stop licking. Pleased, I loosen my grip on her hair, stroking the back of her neck gently with one hand. He slips in easily despite her muffled cries, her back arching naturally as his cock once again fills her narrow back passage. Watching the muscles bunching in his legs when he starts to thrust, the long cock glistening on its way in and out of the tight anal corridor, I can no longer hold back my own orgasm. My hips buck into her face and I come repeatedly, moaning and shuddering uncontrollably. She stays in position even when I push her face away, pressing her cheek into the inside of my thigh, hands clutching my leg. Having come once earlier, I know he will be able to last longer this time even though he is fucking her hard. He drives her into the bed, making her bent over body bounce a little with each thrust. He groans with frustration when I make him stop, yanking his cock out roughly and making her yelp at the suddenness of his movements. I only laugh and send him off to wash his cock, intending for her to suck it when he comes back. A light touch to her stretched anus brings forth a soft cry. I dab carefully at the tiny specks of blood on the ring of muscle with a damp cloth, making sure there is no real damage before selecting a small buttplug from my bedside drawer. She grimaces when I hand it to her but, to my pleasure, does not protest even when I tell her to insert it herself. She moves stiffly to the floor and squats, opening her knees out wide when I tell her to and slowly pushes the blue gel plug into her rectum. I praise her softly, "Good girl," adding, "You'll wear that to sleep tonight." She nods quietly, falling back onto her heels when she sees my boy crawling back into the room. Still softly, "Suck him." He kneels on the bed so that she can reach him without bending over. The look on his face is almost beatific as her lips close over his hard cock; it has been a very very long time since he has gotten this kind of attention. She suckles on him eagerly enough, though a little timidly, as if afraid that she will do something wrong. I watch closely, one hand massaging my boy's buttocks, probing roughly at his tight asshole very now and then, making his hips jerk forward. His cock fucks into her mouth each time he does this and she gags when it hits the back of her throat; soon the tears are streaming down her cheeks from choking on his long shaft. I take my hand away briefly and allow him to find his own rhythm, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he slides it in and out. His startled yelp is cloaked by the loud smack my hand makes when it connects with his right asscheek, the skin turning white for a split second before the telltale pink handprint blossoms into shape. I spank him hard, continuing until he is groaning loudly from the mixture of pleasure and pain of being hit while his cock is sucked. Months of being with him has taught me to tell when he is close to coming and when I see the signs heralding his fast-approaching release, I force a finger deep into his ass. He erupts into her mouth, almost shouting with relief, anus spasming around my finger. Surprised, she mewls and splutters, come trickling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin when he pulls out. She still manages to swallow most of it, her little tongue darting out to lick around her lips, almost kittenish in its quickness. I take my finger from his ass and push him down onto the bed. He immediately curls up on his side, still dazed from his orgasm. I know she is desperate to come again by now but she will not be allowed the desired relief tonight. She spends the night chained to a fold-out cot on the far side of the room, jealously watching when he is allowed to sleep at my feet. As I fall asleep, I hear her squirming with frustration, fighting with herself not to disobey the strict orders I gave to not touch herself. My boy is warm against my leg and, contented, I smile.