13 comments/ 86493 views/ 33 favorites Cleverly Disguised By: BuckyDuckman An early spring rain pelted the parking lot, dropping the temperature to a new low. Inside the frozen yogurt store, Terri shared at one of the round tables with her boss, Derrick McIntire, waiting for customers they knew would be rare. The dark storm clouds triggered the electronic eyes of parking lot lights, adding to the gloom. Inside the brightly lit store, Derrick grinned at the faint blush on Terri's cheeks. "Wow, what are you reading that can make you blush?" "Porn," Terri replied, looking directly at him though her cheeks were pinked with embarrassment. When Derrick laughed, he saw her embarrassment fade as her eyes narrowed. "What's funny about that?" Derrick considered where to start his list. Terri Saunders had all the hallmarks of being an innocent. Her sunny demeanor matched her blonde hair, blue eyes, and sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He hired her because she was perky. Quick witted and smart, she laughed easily and weathered the rudest customers with patience beyond her twenty years. Once he tried giving her a guest spot in a fantasy. Stroking his hard cock, he got as far as imagining her bare, small breasts before giving up and replacing her with someone else. Terri Saunders was too much of a good girl to star in one of his masturbatory delights. "How you blushed," he said. "So what do you use when you're doing it yourself? Probably videos, right?" "Usually," he said, wondering if his cheeks were turning pink, too. "So, what kind of stuff are you reading, erotic romances?" "Ew, you're not even close. Tell me what kind of porn you like to watch and I'll tell you what I like to read." Considering her condition, Derrick felt a stirring in his lap as he imagined telling her the truth. He wouldn't. No way. "The usual stuff," he hedged, earning another steely eyed glare from her. "Seriously, just man on woman stuff. Now your turn." Her answer surprised him. "Mostly hardcore BDSM erotica." When Derrick started laughing, he earned another glare, but he couldn't help it. The idea of this sweet, innocent girl reading hardcore anything was funny enough, but BDSM? He struggled to rein in his laughter. "Sorry. I just, I don't know, wasn't expecting that answer." Terri didn't looked hurt by his laughter, she looked pissed. His glee faded. "So, um, what's the attraction?" "Being in control," she said. "Making people do stuff." Derrick chuckled. He liked Terri's personality, but it was her work ethic that had room for improvement. Lazy, she never displayed a single trait of leadership. "Like what?" "Everything. Anything," Terri answered with a shrug. "Kinky stuff. The kinkier the better." There was a faraway look in her eyes as she stared at a spot on the wall just over his shoulder. She shivered. "I just think it would be hot to own a real sex slave." "Well, let me know when you're taking applications from forty-something old guys." Once again, her answer surprised him. "Tease." Derrick considered the pretty blonde for a long moment. Could she be serious? "What if I wasn't joking?" he floated. "What if I'm not, Mr. Mac? Do you really want to be a tool with no rights, forced to worship me without a promise of release and to cater to my every desire, no matter how sick or twisted it may be?" He held her gaze before chuckling. "Now who's the tease?" "Show it to me," she said, never cracking a smile. "Show what?" "You heard me. If you want to do this, then let's do it. Show it to me. Right here. Right now." "You'd freak if I did." "No, I wouldn't. But I would have accepted you into my service." "What do you mean, 'would have?'" She patted his hand. "Slaves have to be strong, Mr. Mac." "You're saying I'm chicken?" he asked, wondering if it was a game. "I'm saying you're not made for a life of service and you just proved it." "Ask me again." "Wrong answer," she laughed. It took him a moment to catch up with why it was wrong. "Sorry," he said, realizing it wasn't his place to ask her for anything. "Thanks better," she acknowledged. Tilting her head to the side, she considered him for a moment with half a smile on her face. "Make it hard for me and we can try this again." Derrick felt his willpower fading. He had bought a fitness center membership in hopes of meeting a higher caliber of women. For three months, he worked off his middle-aged spread; tightening and toning his body into a shape the twenty-something version of him never knew. Proud of his new body, he was frustrated each time he spent time with another woman in his age bracket. He deserved better, but three months of doing it himself had worn thin. Grabbing the front of his work khaki's he rubbed the beginnings of a hard-on. "You know I'm really going to do this, right?" "I'm counting it," she said, grinning as her eyes flickered towards his crotch. "Want to go into the backroom?" he asked, feeling his hard-on reaching acceptable lengths. "No. Right here. Right now. Stand up, pull your pants down, and show it to me. If you're not hard, the deal's off." "And if I am?" Leaning across the table, she propped her chin in her palm and held his gaze. "Then it's playtime for me. Now show it to me, bitch." On the wrong side of forty, he was too old for this. He knew better. He was risking his reputation and job. At barely twenty, Terri was too attractive and vibrant to want him. He knew this was just a game for her. What if he did it? Risking her laughter didn't give him pause, it was losing a good team member weeks before things would get busy. But life is made from tiny choices made on the fly. Working in steps, he undid his belt, the button at the top of his khakis and worked his zipper while staring at her. Terri held his gaze, her eyes never wavering from his. Reaching inside his underwear, he laid his hand the long, firming rod of his manhood. He caressed the instrument of his pleasure, wondering what her reaction would be. While he wasn't blessed with porn star proportions, Derrick wasn't embarrassed of his length or girth. He knew he had more than most and those with more were few. Letting the smaller head made the final decision, he stood. Terri's eyes tracked his as he stood. Derrick glanced at the dark, empty parking lot. Someone could walk by the windows, but no one had for the last hour. He pushed down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard cock to the young woman. Standing with his hands on his bare hips, he nodded. Terri's gaze slipped down his body until her eyes landed on his swollen manhood. The nodding throb his prick gave her gaze was involuntary. Her serious expression never changed, though he saw the pupils of her eyes widen. He smirked. "Now jerk-off," she told him. "Here? Now?" Her eyes flashed back to his, narrow and intense. "Did I stutter?" After giving the parking lot another glance, he gave his hard cock a few tentative strokes. Yes, he was hard, but was he excited enough to produce an orgasm quickly? He kept stroking. She looked, watching his hand move with the same impartial look on her face, as if she was watching him read or fill out a piece of paperwork. Still, she was watching him. He felt a thrill surge through him, spurring him to keep going. Glancing again at the empty parking lot, he looked past it at the cars driving past the center. This was crazy. Someone could see. Not from the road, but if they pulled into the center, they would. Inside the brightly lit store, he would be on display for any mother out running errands while the kids were in school or retiree too bored to stare at their TV. What about his neighbors? The strip center was big, but another manager might stop by for a drink or to shoot the shit. He worked his cock faster. The sooner he came, the sooner he could get dressed. He felt his thrill grow. He was close, arriving there faster than he expected. A week's worth of unintentional celibacy worked in his favor. "So close," he muttered. "Cum on the table," Terri said, watching his expression as much as his hands working on his hard cock. There was a hint of a smile at the right corner of her mouth and a twinkle in her blue eyes as he reached his peak. His cock erupted, spraying his orgasm in a loose line from one end of the table to the other. Terri's laughter wasn't the reaction he expected. "Good one," she said. "Now lick it up." After a last shiver of pleasure worked through him from his shoulders on down, Derrick looked at her with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He looked at his semen laid out in wiggly spray of lines punctuated with drops and a small puddles against the faux marble topped table. He knew the table was clean, he was meticulous about keeping his store clean. Her wide smile told him everything he needed to know. She didn't think he would do it. Pants and underwear still around his knees, holding his hard cock, he bent and lapped up the mess he had produced. He worked from one edge of the table to the other, tasting the Formica top as much as his spent seed. Glancing up, he kept an eye on the parking lot and front door. No one saw him. Finished, he hesitated before pulling up his pants. "May I get dressed?" "You learn fast," she said. She grabbed his balls, watching her hand caressing them for a moment before she looked up at him. "If we do this, I own these. Are you sure that's what you want?" "Yes ma'am." She stroked his still hard cock. "Stand against that wall and wait for me," she said, looking as if she had reached a decision. Pants still around his knees, exposed to anyone who might drive or walk past his store, Derrick moved where she directed. From behind the counter, Terri grabbed her cell phone from her purse. Cell phones weren't allowed during working hours. Turning it on, she pointed its camera at him and snapped a picture before moving to stand in front of him. "Get dressed," she said, sitting back down at the table. Derrick pulled his clothes back into place and joined her. Terri's phone displayed the picture of him standing next to the logo painted on the wall. Beneath the picture were two buttons, save and delete. She positioned the phone in front of him. "Your choice. One button leads to your destruction. The other?" She shrugged. "I guess the other means I just got a free show." "My destruction?" Terri covered the phone with her hand. "I'm serious, Mr. Mac. My role becomes finding your limits and pushing you past them. The more you squirm, the more fun it becomes for me. Discipline is only part of the deal. If you fail me, I'll send that picture to corporate headquarters." "It's a sex game, though, right?" "For one of us, it will be." When she moved her hand, he pressed the save button. "Umbrella is your safe word," she said, picking up her phone and putting it her pocket. She explained what a safe word meant, how he was to call her only Mistress when they were alone, and difference between living in the world and being "of" the world. "You live in this world, but are no longer of it. You have no rights. No one is to know of our arrangement. Lie to anyone but me." As her list of instructions and rules went on, Derrick's second thoughts began. She had clearly thought about this in much greater detail than he had imagined. When she was done, she produced her phone again with the picture of him standing in front of the logo. Once more, there were two choices, upload or cancel. "If you press upload, it's saved to a private folder on the internet. If you press cancel, we'll delete the picture from my phone and forget all about it." He hesitated before pressed upload. "You're a stupid, fucking bitch," she said, laughing and heading behind the counter again. He guessed she was putting away her cell phone. Instead, she brought her purse back to the table and sat. "Can you get hard again?" "Yes," he said, the anticipation of her next command teasing him. "Good. Throw away your underwear, you won't need those anymore and let me see how hard you can get." Recognizing his lack of choice in the matter, Derrick slipped off his shoes, pulled off his khakis and underwear, and threw away his boxers. Sitting bottomless next to her, he rubbed his cock back to life. It didn't take long. "Good. Put your pants on in case someone comes in." Relieved that he was allowed to dress, he scrambled back into his pants. "Thank you, Mistress," he muttered, using her new title for the first time. Beneath the pleated front, his hard on was still obvious. "Do you have a camera on your phone?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Then you can text me a picture of your hard cock every five minutes. Exactly every five minutes. And not a picture of it through your pants, but of your bare prick, understand?" Holding her purse, she pulled out her car keys and stood. Derrick nodded. "Where are you going?" "You don't get to ask me that anymore, bitch." "Sorry, Mistress," he said, wondering how he could still be her boss at work. Did that still apply? Digging through the menu on his phone, he found a timer and set it for five minutes. Lost in thought, he had to revive his hard-on for his first picture. Bored, he walked around the store, pacing until another five minutes had passed. This time, his hard-on was waiting for its picture. He unzipped, pulled out his penis, snapped the picture, and was busy sending it when headlights moved through the parking lot. He realized he was standing in plain sight of the car with his hard cock sticking out from his pants. He turned his back to the window, finished sending the text, and tucked his prick back into place. During the next several alerts of his timer, he remained cautious. Nine times, he sent Terri pictures of his hard cock. After the second one, he sent the rest from the relative privacy of his backroom office, sure that he was safe from prying eyes. He was getting ready to snap off his tenth picture of the afternoon when the service door opened. Spinning away from the open door, he fumbled with his phone and exposed prick, dropping his phone on the floor before he heard Terri's laugh. "Just turn around," she said. He did, his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He saw the delighted smile on her face and felt good to be a part of it. Walking around him, Terri ran her hands over his body. She grabbed his pecs, squeezed his ass, and for whatever reason she had, tweaked one of his ears. Standing back in front of him, she caressed his hard cock. It felt strange to have this young employee of his touching him so intimately. Six inches shorter than him, she stared up at him as she rubbed his prick. "You were a good boy," she told him. "Every five minutes, right on the dot, you sent me a pic. That deserves a reward. Did you know I love to suck cock, Mr. Mac?" "No Mistress," he said, his cock throbbing inside of her hand. "Mm, I do. I love the feel of a nice, long, hard cock between my lips. You know the best part of sucking cock, Mr. Mac? Feeling him exploding inside your mouth. Fuck, I love that feel. I get wet just thinking about it. Would that be a good reward, Mr. Mac? Would you like to feel my warm, wet lips around your hard cock?" "Yes Mistress," he said, though he was sure his throbbing cock was answer enough for her. "Or maybe you'd rather see me naked. Would you like that, Mr. Mac? Would you like to see how I look naked? I know I don't have big tits, but they're perky and my nipples are really long. Everyone loves my nipples. Do you liked shaved pussy? That's how I keep mine, nice and smooth. Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Mac?" He felt his mouth go dry. Was she setting him up? Was there one answer that was better than another? "Yes Mistress," he repeated, thrilling at the idea. "Hm, which should I do, Mr. Mac? Should I suck you off or should I let you see me naked?" His need had grown to great. Forced to choose, he chose the answer that included a release for him. She looked up at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for an answer to her question. "A blow job would be good, Mistress." "Wrong answer," she said, still rubbing him. "Would you care to try a second time?" "Seeing you naked would be a privilege, Mistress," he quickly amended. "That's true, it should be a privilege for you to see me naked, but it's still the wrong answer." Derrick felt lost and confused. How could both answers be wrong? Ignoring the confused look on his face, she pressed forward. "Strip," she told him, backing away and watching as he took off his clothes. He pulled off everything from his logo shirt to his shoes and socks. "Good, now bend over and grab your ankles." He did as he was told, unsure what to expect until it happened. Using one of the long handled spatulas they used for cleaning the yogurt machines, Terri swatted his ass. The restaurant quality tool made a loud smacking sound as it bounced off his left buttock. A moment later, he felt the sting from her attack. She followed with a second smack on his right cheek. Once more, he experienced a momentary delay before his body registered the pain of the assault. Again and again, she spanked him, alternating cheeks and precise locations until his ass felt hot and on fire. He winced with each subsequent swat. Finally, she stopped. "Keep your eyes forward," she commanded. He kept himself frozen in place, unable to see or guess what she was doing until he felt it. She was pressing something against his asshole. He didn't know what it was. He guessed it wasn't a finger and she had somehow lubed it. It felt uncomfortable, but it was slender and she was gentle about working it inside his asshole. "Hold it there or I'll beat you with it again," she said, solving the mystery. She had pushed the handle of the spatula up his ass. When she let go, he felt it threatening to slip from his ass and clenched down on it, willing it to stay in place. She moved in front of him, grabbing his chin and turning his face up to hers. She solved a second mystery for him. "The right answer was 'Whatever you wish, Mistress.'" She pulled the makeshift toy from his ass and he heard her toss it in the sink. "You can stay naked. Maybe I'll decide to reward you later." "Thank you, Mistress," he said, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The bell on the door chimed and Terri pushed her way up front, leaving him. He listened to her talking to the customer with her usual cheerfulness. Hoping it was okay, he stood up. His ass hurt, but his cock was still hard. He spent the rest of the day hiding in the backroom. At the end of the day, she sent him home in need of an orgasm and with a list of supplies in his pocket. "I'll call you tomorrow and we'll begin your training," she said, leaving him naked in the backroom of the store. It was eleven thirty when his phone chirped with a message from Terri asking for his address. At noon, she showed up on his front step. Derrick had filled her list, shaved his cock and balls, and was hard with anticipation when he opened the door for him. Standing in the small foyer, she inspected him, running her hand over his shaved flesh. His cock danced from the attention. "Are you in need?" she asked. "Yes Mistress." He was. He had spent the night and his morning excited and hard. "Do you want an orgasm?" "Your will, Mistress," he said, careful not to repeat yesterday's mistake. He saw her smirk, catching his careful reply. "You learn fast," she said, grabbing him by his cock and leading the way into his small home. It was her first visit and she gave herself a tour of the two bedroom, two bath bungalow. She pulled him behind her as she moved from room to room. Living alone since his divorce, Derrick kept his space meticulously clean. She paused in front of his dresser. "Open your underwear drawer." When he pulled open the top drawer, she shook her head. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a pair of his boxer shorts. Cleverly Disguised "Underwear?" he replied, confused. "Didn't I say you won't need these anymore?" "Yes Mistress," he said, squirming. She had been in home for less than ten minutes and he had already disappointed her. "What kind of guy folds his underwear?" she asked, pulling out each pair of boxers and throwing them around the room. Leaving him standing in his bedroom, she returned from the main room with the package of spring clothes pins from her shopping list. Opening the package of plastic clips, she began clamping one after another of the rainbow colored clips on his balls. The pain was exquisite. As she added each clip, his cock bobbed and throbbed. "There," she said, leaning back to admire her handiwork. "Ten pairs of underwear. Ten clothespins. Now pick them up with your teeth and throw them away." Dropping on all fours, Derrick crawled around his bedroom. One by one, he picked up a pair of boxers with his mouth, carried it to the wastebasket in the corner, and dropped it inside. The clothespins on his balls felt like bee stings, but his prick stayed hard. He was on the last pair when one of the clothespins worked its way off his balls. Any hope he had that she wouldn't notice or wouldn't care vanished quickly. "Worthless bastard," she said, picking up the plastic clamp. "Stand up." He did. She replaced the clothespin and added one to each of his nipples. "Wait here," she instructed, returning again to the other room. Turning him around, she used a length of rope to tie his hands behind his back. Next, she wrapped a scarf around his eyes, blinding him. Hands on his shoulders, she turned him around and backed him against the wall. He stood, listening intently. He sensed her still in front of him. If he looked down the bridge of his nose, he could see his hard cock, the clothespins on his body, and his feet. Feeling something soft against his toes, he looked down to see a pair of panties resting on his toes. A moment later, they were joined with a bra. His cock throbbed as he realized Terri had gotten undressed, too. He fought the urge to raise his chin so he could see his bed. Listening, he heard her soft moans of pleasure and the faint moist smacking noise of fingers rubbing a pussy. He heard her gasp as an orgasm overtook her. When she shoved two fingers inside of his mouth, he tasted her sex for the first time. "When you're ready to try to serve me correctly, I'll be in the living room. Take off that shit and join me." Looking down the bridge of his nose, he saw her pull away her panties and bra before he heard her leaving the room. When he wiggled his hands, he found it easy to undo the job she had done lashing his wrists together. He found it interesting that she hadn't bound him any tighter. Hands free, he pulled off his blindfold. The opened package of clothespins were still on his bed. He pulled off the twelve clothespins he wore, put them back inside the bag, and walked into the other room. He found Terri standing naked at the dining room table where he had positioned the supplies from her list. Her firm, tiny ass was as tanned as her back. She turned when she heard him. "Looks good," she said, smiling. "Thank you Mistress," he said, his prick throbbing as he drank in the sight of her so casually naked. "Balls hurt?" "Some," he admitted. "Relax," she said, opening a couple packages. "This is supposed to be fun, remember?" He wanted to ask for who, but stayed quiet. "So many toys," she mused. When she faced him, his eyes drank in the beauty of her naked, young body. He admired her firm, perky breasts and the long, hard nipples that stood out proudly from those twin swells. Below her flat stomach, he saw she was shaved. Her pussy looked puffy from her recent orgasm. "Got anything to eat around here?" she asked, turning and heading into his kitchen. She opened his refrigerator as if she owned it. Setting aside two cups of yogurt, she rummaged through his kitchen drawers until she found two spoons. Pulling the top off one, she held it in front of his prick. "Jerk off," she told him. In need, Derrick began stroking his cock. She watched him, a pleased look in her eyes. "Fuck that looks hot," she said. As his orgasm neared, he aimed his cockhead at the open container of yogurt. He didn't need to be told that's where she wanted his orgasm. The force of his orgasm rippled the yogurt. "Good," she said, stirring the yogurt before handing it to him with the spoon still inside the cup. She picked up the other one from the counter. "Go ahead. Enjoy," she said, spooning her untainted yogurt in her mouth. Derrick ate his, aware that he was eating his cumshot at the same time. He felt humiliated and excited by the idea. Terri's eyes danced across him as openly as his eyes absorbed her. "How's the yogurt?" she asked. "Good," he said, not sure he tasted the semen. "How long before you get hard again?" "I don't know," he admitted. His prick had lost its firmness, but remained fat and full looking. "I'm going to torture you until you're hard again," she said before popping another spoonful of yogurt between her lips. He wondered if she could look more casual. "As you wish, Mistress," he replied, experiencing an odd mix of fear and excitement. Finishing her yogurt, she found a tall glass in his cupboard and filled it with water. He noticed how she turned on the water filter before filling the glass. Handing it to him, she told him to drink up. After he tossed back the glass of water, she refilled it. "Again." It took him longer to suck down the second big glass. She filled the glass a third time. "Take your time," she said."It's not a race." He sipped the water, feeling bloated from the first two glassfuls. Sitting at the table, she picked up the thinnest rope that was on her list. It was quarter inch nylon. Using scissors, she cut off a two foot length and then opened a pack of lighters. Carefully rolling the cut end of the rope over the flame, she fused the strands together. Derrick was fascinated. Waving him closer, she wrapped a loop of the rope around his balls. As he watched, she made a single coil, looped the cut end through the coil, around the length of the rope, and back through the coil. "It's called a bowline knot," she told him. "It's a good one for two reasons. First, because it's easy to untie. Second, once it's done, it won't tighten." She pulled the rope snug around the top of his ball sac and finished the knot. It was snug, but it didn't cut off the circulation. "See?" she asked. When she pulled on the rope, he was forced to move towards her. Doing a second bowline at opposite end of the rope, she formed a second loop. He winced when she pulled on the rope. "Perfect. Now turn around and bend over, I've been waiting to try out this bad boy." Before he turned, Derrick saw her picking up the leather clad paddle that was on her list. Several of the things on her list required a visit to a specialty store in a shady part of town. The combination store offered tattoos, piercings, had a full line of "tobacco" accessories, and an adults' only area that featured a wide array of "marital" aids. Along with the expected assortment of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and lubricants; there was an entire section devoted to whips, chains, paddles, leather accessories, and other objects that filled him with dread as much as it had excited him. After a day of being teased by Terri, he had been very excited. That was where he found the rope, the paddle, and many of the other things sitting on the table. Terri spanked him with the paddle, swatting him again and again until his backside heated up as it had yesterday. The paddle covered both cheeks, though she alternated her aim alternate between them. She giggled as she worked and when she stopped, his ass stung hot and tender. "Are you hard yet?" "No Mistress," he reported. She swatted him again. "Drink some water, rest, and we'll try again in a few minutes." Standing at the table, he watched her measuring out thicker ropes. After cutting different lengths, she melted the ends before they could fray. "Rope work is such an art." She talked about web pages devoted to the practice and how she used to practice on a girlfriend. "We never fooled around, just played with rope," she explained. "She wasn't very good at tying, but was nice about letting me practice. I think she liked it." Collecting her ropes, she dragged a chair from the table into the living room. She had Derrick lay across the seat on his chest and stomach. Working quickly with the ropes, she lashed his wrists to two legs and did the same with his knees, leaving his backside exposed to her. Kneeling in front of him, she offered him a drink from his glass of water. "Drink up," she told him, pouring the water faster than he could drink it. Moving behind him, she pulled on the rope that still hung from his balls. Derrick was powerless to stop her from doing it. "Are you hard yet?" "No Mistress," he said, wondering how he would get hard if she kept hurting him. "Aw, that's so sad," she said, moving back to the table for her paddle. She gave him a couple swats, quickly bringing back the stinging pain from her earlier spanking. "How about now?" "No Mistress," he repeated, feeling helpless. "Maybe this will help." Derrick felt her pushing a finger inside his exposed ass. She pushed as deep as she could go. Pulling out her finger, she did it again with a second finger. She rotated her fingers, stretching and lubing him. She replaced her fingers with a butt plug. Reach between his legs, she caressed his cock. Her fingers were still slick with lube. She rubbed him until his cock was hard again. "Much better," she said. Standing in front of him, she picked up her clothes from the couch where she had laid them. She put them on. Pausing to give him another drink of water, she patted him on the head. "Don't go anywhere," she said and he heard her leave. Derrick didn't know how long he spent tied to the chair with the butt plug in his ass. He guessed it was half an hour, but he had no way of measuring time. He tried counting, marking off the time, and found it difficult to keep track. Counting slowly, he reached six hundred twice, but he knew he had lost his count twice when he thought she was coming back. He wasn't sure how long he had waited before he started counted. A long time, he was sure. Five minutes? Ten? His ass hurt from her spanking. His cock stay swollen. Fuck, she was pretty. Where was she? When was she coming back? Did she really play tie-up games with her girlfriend? Which girlfriend? Did they take turns tying each other up like this? He started counting again. When he reached three hundred, he decided that was another five minutes. He was distracted by a need to pee. Was that what the water was all about? He starting counting again, at first from three hundred one and then deciding it didn't matter. He started over at one. Derrick's nose itched. He wiggled it as best he could. What if something had happened to her? Who would find him like this and how long would it take? He could yell, but not yet. He started counting out loud. "One. Two. Three..." He reached six hundred again. Lost in worried thoughts, he realized he wasn't hard anymore. Dammit, he can't let her find him like this. He willed his cock to grow hard again. He imagined Terri's naked body, her cute ass and perky tits. Damn, he had to pee. Her nipples were so fat and big. How did she hide them when she was at work? He laughed, imagining her walking through the frozen food section of the grocery store. Damn, that would be a show! When he started counting again, he flexed his prick with every number. In part, because he had to pee and partly to keep himself hard. He was still working his way to one hundred when he heard his front door open. "Aw, you waited for me," she said. "Still hard I hope?" "Yes Mistress," he said, relieved to hear her. Terri undid the ropes. "Well stand up, shake it off, and let's get a look at you." While the ropes never impeded his circulation, it still took him a moment to get his footing. His hard cock stood up proudly. "Mm, that looks nice," she said, rubbing him. She was eating an apple. "Want some?" she asked. She rubbed the apple against his cock and balls before offering it to him for a bite. Whatever lube had been on him must have been absorbed by his cock but the symbolism wasn't lost on him. "Thirsty?" she asked, rubbing the apple on his cock before feeding him a second bite. "No Mistress. I do need to pee." "Bad?" "Sorry, I can wait." "Here, drink some water," she said, handing him the glass. He took a sip. "Aw, you can drink more than that," she insisted. He took another sip. "Let's get some more." Using the rope tied to his balls as a leash, she pulled him into the kitchen, ran the water, and filled up his glass. The sound of the rushing water added to his need to pee. She smiled when he squirmed. "Problem?" "I really have to go," he admitted. "Bad?" she asked, leaving the water run. He nodded. She handed him the glass, told him drink again. As he sipped at the water, she opened his freezer, removed a couple ice cubes, and tossed them inside the glass. Pulling his leash, she led him back into his living room. "I'll need your help with this position," she said. She had him lay on the ground, curl up, and put his knees over his head as if he was stuck half through a somersault. "Perfect!" she told him, patting his butt. Making it easier on him, she had him rest his back against the front of his couch. While the position was awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. Moving the chair near his head, she lashed his knees to it, locking him into the position. Smiling, she patted the underside of his balls. "Comfy?" "Not really," he said, worried she was going to leave him like this. "Aw, but this is so fun," she said, working the toy from his ass. Heading back to the table, she returned with a long, slender dildo and more lube. Applying a bit of the lube to the toy, she poked it inside his upturned ass. "See? Isn't this fun?" Derrick didn't reply. His cock was hard, pointing directly at his face, and he still needed to pee. She poked the toy up and down, as if churning butter. "C'mon, admit that you like this." When he wouldn't she frowned. "Bet I can spank you like this, too." She got up, fetched her paddle, and gave his tender ass a few smacks. "Is that better?" "No Mistress." "But isn't this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be controlled, didn't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Used. Humiliated. Abused?" "Yes Mistress." "Tied up, ignored, or whatever else I choose to do, right?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Still need to pee?" "Yes Mistress." "How bad?" she asked, picking up the glass of ice water and laying it against the bottom of his ball sac. "Bad," he said, forcing himself to hold back the flow. "Then go ahead," she said, a wide, evil grin on her face. Derrick fought the urge inside his body, regretting everything. If he peed now, he would pee on his face and his carpeting. His safe word came to mind and moved to his lips. "Um...." he said, stopping before he said anything more. "Yes?" she asked, looking as delighted now as ever. "Did I break you already?" She moved the glass around his balls, teasing him with its cool wetness. She splash some of the water in his face. From the kitchen, he could still hear the water running at the faucet. "Maybe this helps instead?" she asked, grabbing his cock and stroking it. "If you cum in your face, then maybe I'll untie you before you pee on yourself." Derrick wished it was that easy, but that bridge has been crossed by his body. His need was to release his bladder, not his nut sac. "Please Mistress," he begged. "Your safe word is 'umbrella,'" she reminded him. "Say it and I untie you. Say it and all this ends." Derrick moaned. He wouldn't say it. He couldn't. She wasn't going to win. "Fuck you," he said. "Oh, wrong answer," she said, pouring the ice cold water over him. The ice cubes bounced off his face as the water splashed against him. She laughed. "I'm very patient," she said. Setting the glass aside, she began pulling off her clothes. Naked, she straddled him. "All this talk about peeing makes me need to do it." Picking up the glass, she held it between her legs and released her bladder. He watched the glass fill with her pee. He listened to the splash it made. It was too much for him. He peed, splashing his face with the warm, wet stream. The warm piss splashed against his mouth and up his nose. When he gasped for air, it went in his mouth. Unable to stop, slow, or control the flow, it went in his eyes, hair, and when he tried to turn his head away from it, in his ears. Worse was when it was going up his nose, forcing him to gasp for air and spit it from his mouth. His stream eased until the last weak bit of his need sprayed on his neck and chest. Laughing, Terri turned over her glass and poured her pee on top of him, too. Her deft fingers undid the bonds around his knees. She allowed him to uncurl, but kept him laying on the wet carpet. Her hands guided him as he kept his eyes shut from the pee on his face. She had him turn, lay flat, and felt her kneeling over his head. He peeked, seeing her straddling his head. "Open your mouth," she said, pressing her pussy against his face. "Oops, a bit more," she said, spraying a last, short stream of her piss into his mouth before rubbing against his face. Laying in a puddle of piss, he ate her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit and bare pussy lips as his cock throbbed with a different need. Humbled, embarrassed, wet, and feeling dirty, he still felt the lust for an orgasm that only she could allow. Laughing and squealing, she came. "Damn, Mr. Mac, you're good at that!" Still blinded from the piss in his face, she helped Derrick to his feet. Pulling the rope around his balls, she led him into his bathroom and helped him step over the lip of bathtub. Turning on the water, she left him behind the plastic shower curtain. He showered, dried himself, and found her sitting in the dining room back in her clothes. Calling him over, she undid the rope around his balls, pointing out how even wet, her knot was easy to untie. "You did a good job," she told him, holding his hips. "This is your reward." Caressing his shaved balls, she sucked his cock, giving him the best blow job he could remember. He warned her before he came, in case she didn't like to swallow. Some women were funny about that, but she didn't stop. But after he came, she stood, pulling his face to hers, and kissed him deeply. As they kissed, she pushed his orgasm from her mouth to his. After she left, he got dressed and rented a carpet cleaner. The requirement to be naked as often as possible was easier than trying to be constantly hard. But after their afternoon together, he found both things easy. Picturing his Terri naked thrilled him. His sense of ownership would soon get him in trouble. "Who am I?" Terri asked him when she arrived at work. It was the second time she asked the question. "My Mistress," he replied again, though doubt crept into him. "Assume the position," she demanded. Dropping his pants, he bent over, exposing his bare ass to her. She used one of the store's spatulas again. After turning both cheeks pink, she asked him again. "Who am I?" "Terri Marie Sanders?" he offered. "Fuck, you're a stupid bitch," she said, smacking him again. Terri had a system for spanking his ass. She alternated cheeks and locations, producing an even, stinging sensation from the top of his thighs to the bottom of his back. Her first series of swats had stung. The second series set his ass on fire. "Here's your hint. You were closer the first time. Now tell me, who am I?" Cleverly Disguised "Mistress Terri?" he tried. "Dammit, you were so close!" she said and struck him several more times on each cheek. "Who am I?" "Mistress, please," he begged. "I don't know." "No, you do know," she said, tossing the spatula in the sink. "You just said it. I am Mistress. I am NOT your Mistress. I am Mistress to whomever I please. Mistress and only Mistress, do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress," he said. Terri slapped his face. "Stand up. Let me look at you. Are you hard?" Derrick straightened up, afraid. He had been hard. He was hard when she arrived to work, but during the brutality of her spanking, his erection had faded. His cock wanted to be hard, but his body found it difficult to sort out the mixed messages of a sore ass. His cock stood out straight from his body in that half mast position between a full erection and being too soft to be of use. She looked down at his cock. "What if I wanted to fuck right now? Could you fuck me with that?" "Yes Mistress," he assured her, the idea sorting out the confusion in his brain. His cock grew stiffer. "Do you want an orgasm?" "Your will, Mistress." Derrick refused to fall into her traps. "Yes, my will," she agreed, digging insider her purse for her cell phone. She tapped through a couple screens. "If I wish it, will you give yourself an orgasm right now?" "Yes Mistress." "Then you have sixty seconds to do so," she said, tapping on her phone and showing him the timer. Derrick worked his cock fast and hard, straining to move to an orgasm in the required time. It didn't happen. "Oh, so sorry," Terri said, smirking. "Better luck next time." Picking up the spatula, she delivered six more swats before allowing him to dress. Next time happened an hour later. "Are you still hard for me?" she asked when he finished ringing up elderly lady and her husband. "Yes Mistress," he reported, stepping around the counter so she could see the lump inside his pants. "Sixty seconds," she told him, pulling her phone from her pocket and starting the timer. Derrick darted into the backroom, pulling open his pants, and tried jerking off for her. When he couldn't produce an orgasm in the allotted time, she waved her finger in a circle, indicating that he should turn around. Six more swats brought back the heat, burn, and sting on his beleaguered ass. "Go again," she said, restarting the clock. He received six more swats for failing. Determined to win her game, Derrick did everything he could to keep himself on the edge of an orgasm. He rubbed the front of his pants, keeping himself hard and needful. If there were customers, he rub against the counter, in hopes of keeping his edge. But he made the mistake of complacent when Terri took one of her unannounced breaks. After waiting on a couple customers, his mind drifted. When Terri came back to the store, she checked the front of the house, pulled out her phone, and said, "Sixty seconds." While he tried, it wasn't worth the effort. He accepted his beating and learned his lesson; to be ready, stay ready! He finished the work day without receiving another beating or another sixty second challenge. He felt on edge, his swollen, needful cock aching more than ass did after one of her spankings. Before she left, Terri caressed the lump in the front of his pants. "Poor baby. You look ready to burst." Up on tip-toes, she planted a kiss on his lips and left. Before closing the door, she added, "Remember, no orgasms without permission." Terri had the next day off. Working the store with one of his other team members, Derrick wore an apron to hide his hard-on. He didn't mean to be hard. He didn't try to get hard. But his need was too great. Simple things set his imagination racing. He sent his help home early and closed the store alone. Feeling better control, he worked out before heading to the house. When he got home, he saw Terri's supplies sitting on his dining room table and had two reactions. His cock grew hard as he stripped off his clothes and he felt lonely. Dammit, had she crawled beneath his skin that quickly? He spent a restless evening in front of the TV wishing she would call or stop by. She didn't. He worried he was being punished. He worried she had lost interest. He thought about calling or texting her and decided he shouldn't. Sitting naked on his couch, his cock stayed hard. In a lonely funk, he went to bed at eleven. Friday morning, Terri arrived at work two minutes before open. "Hi Mr. Mac," she beamed, as full of sunshine as ever. "Good morning, Mistress," he said, glad his prick was hard for her. Terri breezed by him, clocked in at the cash register, and helped with the rest of the opening. "Looks like a nice day, think we'll be busy?" "Probably," he said. "Guess I'll get busy on the windows," she said, collecting the step stool, window spray, and stack of paper towels she would need. Window cleaning was a regular Friday morning chore. Derrick liked the store to look extra clean going into the weekend. "Unless you have something else you want me to do?" "As you wish, Mistress." She gave him a smile and set to work, leaving him wondering what was going on. Had she abandoned their game? The sunny spring day brought out the customers. Soon, they were busy restocking the topping bar, monitoring the frozen yogurt machines, and cleaning up after customers. Derrick worked in a funk, wanting to ask Terri if things were okay between them, but he couldn't find the words. She asked before taking a break, took only half an hour, and later suggested he take one, too. Derrick didn't need a break, but didn't want to disappoint Mistress. He sat in his car for half an hour, his cock aching for attention she refused to give. On Friday and Saturday, the store stayed opened until nine. At four, the second shift showed up. When he saw Terri clocking out, Derrick went into the backroom, hoping for a hint of what was going on. She paused in front of him, looked down at the firm hard on inside his pants, and smiled. She rubbed the lump and said, "I'll see you tonight." Near midnight, Derrick gave up on seeing her. Turning off the TV, he started his nightly routine. His hard cock ached, throbbed, and demanded attention he refused to give it. He was setting up the coffeemaker for the morning when he saw a flash of headlights pulling into his driveway. He smiled, wondering where he should be when she walked in. Should he turn the TV on again and act casual? Should he stand by the door? Abandoning the coffee, he decided to kneel in front of his door. A drunk Terri swung his door open wide. She staggered inside with three guys close to her age. "Holy shit," said the blonde hair man with his arm around Terri when he saw Derrick kneeling on the floor. He was the only sober one in the group. "Did you think I was fucking lying?" Terri asked, tussling Derrick's hair. "What the fuck!" said a muscular young man with dark hair. "Hey, does this slave of yours got anything to drink?" the third man asked, bringing up the rear of the party. He stopped at the door way. "Dude, you're naked!" "Okay, this is officially weird," the blonde said, looking unsure of himself. "Fuck it, Carl. Terri said it would be weird," the dark haired guy said. "Yeah, but damn," Carl insisted, holding Terri's waist, but staring at Derrick. "Naked guys bother you?" Terri asked him. "Just weird. Can you make him get dressed or something?" "I could, but I like him like that." "You fuck him?" the muscular dark haired guy asked. "I fuck with him," Terri laughed. "What this." After making Derrick stand against the wall, she began clamping clothespins to his balls. "Oh fuck, that's got to hurt!" the last man into Derrick's home said, squirming and instinctively holding his junk. "You want to try?" she asked him. "No way!" "Come on, Travis. Let her put a clothespin on your balls," the dark hair guy taunted. "Fuck you, Gary. You do it." "So, he has to do like anything you say?" Carl, the sober blonde, asked. He still stared with wide open eyes. "Anything," she said, smiling up at him. There was a pleased twinkle in her eyes that made Derrick feel good. "Make him jerk off and eat it," said Gary, the muscle bound guy. Terri turned on the dark hair man, grabbing his crotch. "Don't tell me what to do, Gary, or you'll be standing next to him." Gary winced. "Whoa baby, relax. I'm just trying to have some fun." "Me too," Terri said, holding her grip a moment longer before she released him. Gary stumbled back a step, giving her a wary look. Derrick smirked. "But if she asked you to do that, you'd do it, wouldn't you?" Carl asked Derrick, his eyes finally moving away from Derrick's crotch. It was a guess on his part, but Derrick didn't reply. Terri considered him for a moment, smirked and gave him a discreet nod of approval. "He's mine, Carl, not yours," she told the blonde. She removed the clothespins from Derrick's balls, turned, and faced the trio of men. "Okay, who wants to fuck?" "Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants," Travis said. "Looks like we have winner," Terri said, pushing Travis in front of her towards Derrick's bedroom and pulling Derrick behind her by his hard cock. "You going to fuck them both?" Carl asked. "Maybe," Terri said. As they moved down the short hallway, Derrick heard his TV come back to life as Carl and Gary began laughing. Terri positioned Derrick against the wall at the foot of his bed. "Does he have to watch?" Travis asked. "Who cares?" Terri said, pressing against the man. As she kissed him, she pulling his hand to one of her tits. Any concerns Travis had about Derrick vanished. Travis and Terri had sex together. They fucked. Derrick didn't know how else to describe it. There wasn't affection, love, or passion to what they did. Terri tore at Travis's clothes, stripping him down and rubbing his hard cock while he finished taking off her clothes. "I want to eat this," he said, cupping her bare pussy. "I want to fuck this," Terri insisted, pushing the man backwards on the bed. She climbed on top of him, guiding his hard cock inside her pussy and bouncing. "You're crazy as shit," he said, grabbing at her perky tits. "Just shut-up and get off," she said. "Can't last," he moaned. He glanced at Derrick, but quickly looked away. Their fucking lasted a few short minutes. "Come for me," Terri told him. "I want to feel it." "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!" Travis said, hands on her ass. Derrick watched the man's pleasure consume him. He watched as Travis let go, releasing his orgasm inside of her. "Oh fuck yeah!" Terri rolled off of him. Laying next to him, she kissed him. "Thanks," she purred. "Give me a minute and we can do it again." "Maybe later," she said, nodding at the door. "Really?" "I said I wanted to fuck, that's it. We fucked. Now get the fuck out," she told him. Travis looked confused, but climbed out of the bed, pulled on his underwear and jeans, and looked at her. "You're a freak," he said. "You're probably right. Shut the door behind you." When he left, she looked at Derrick. "Clean me." Kneeling on the side of his bed, Derrick didn't hesitate to press his mouth against her used pussy. He didn't care about Travis's orgasm. Instead, he thrilled at being allowed to please Mistress. He licked, lapped, and sucked at her bald pussy, delighting in how she squirmed beneath him. He gave her the orgasm she didn't have with Travis. "Enough," she said, pushing away his head. She pointed to the foot of the bed. Derrick didn't need more instruction than that. He stood against the wall, his hard prick leaking pre-cum, as she walked naked out of her bedroom. "Who's next?" he heard her ask. There seemed to be a discussion in the other room before Carl walked in behind Terri. He looked back and forth between Terri and Derrick. Even as Terri undressed him, Carl looked at Derrick. "You're not hard," she said, rubbing him. "What's he going to do?" Carl asked. Terri was focused on Carl's soft prick. She waved from Derrick to come closer. With a hand on his shoulder, she pushed him down. "He's going to suck your cock while we kiss," she said. "Once you're hard, you can fuck me." Grabbing Carl's face, she pressed her lips against his. Keeping one hand around the back of his head, she pushed Derrick's head forward. Derrick opened his mouth, taking the young man's limp cock between his lips. Carl wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft, either. His prick was full, just not full enough to be hard. As Derrick sucked, he felt the man grow. He heard the two of them moan inside each other's mouths as Carl's cock found its strength. "Do you to fuck or do you want him to finish?" "He's good," Carl said, looking between them with the same wide eyed expression he had been wearing since arriving. "If he sucks me off, does it make me gay?" "Not you, but it does make him a cocksucker," Terri said, giggling. She pushed Derrick's face against Carl's crotch and went back to kissing the man, leaving Derrick to finish him. Derrick didn't know what to expect. He never considered the idea of sucking cock. He felt a heated blush reach his face when Terri pointed out that he was now a cocksucker, but it passed quickly. He enjoyed having his cock sucked and tried to do the things that felt best to him. He swirled his tongue over and around the head of the young man's prick. He bobbed his head back and forth, knowing that felt good when it was done to him. He felt the man's prick throb, that was interesting, and he grew aware the man would soon orgasm inside his mouth. Without knowing how to prepare for the experience, he kept a steady pace and waiting for it. When it happened, the strength of the first spurt against the roof of his mouth surprised him, but didn't gag him. The man's semen had a slight acidic taste to it, but it wasn't unpleasant. "Think we can fuck, too?" Carl asked. "One orgasm to a customer," Terri said, pulling away from Carl. "Gotta pee," she said, leaving the room. "Ever do that before?" Carl asked, pulling on his pants. "No," Derrick said. "Was it weird?" "Not really. It was okay." Carl's eyes flickered back to Derrick's hard prick. He glanced at the open door, shrugged, and finished getting dressed. "Later dude," he said. Derrick stood at the foot of the bed while Terri and Gary got down to business. Gary was drunker than the Travis. Once he was naked, he didn't care about Terri's lack of foreplay. He slapped Terri's bare ass. "You ready for this?" he asked. "Bring it on," she said, flopping backwards on the bed. "Alright," he said, working the front of his pants open. Not pushing his pants down any farther than his ass, he fell on top of Terri and started fucking her. "Do it, you fucking stud. Come for me." "Oh yeah, baby. I'm going to," he promised. He moved faster, shaking Derrick's bed, but he didn't last any longer than Travis before he arched his back and came. "How was that, baby?" "Average," she said, pushing him off of her. "Oh yeah? Give me a minute and I'll show you," he said, sitting on the bed and clawing at her tits. Terri slapped his hand away. "You had your shot. Now get the fuck out." "Why, so you can do him?" "Maybe," she said. "Unless you want to blow him first." "Fuck you," Gary said, standing and pulling up his pants. "You want me to send Travis back in?" "Nah, I'm done. Go home." "Aw, don't be like that, baby." "Don't be like what?" "I don't know, a bitch?" Terri sprang off the bed in a flurry of waving hands, slapping the much bigger man. "What the fuck did you call me?" "Hey, hey, hey! I was just kidding," he said, retreating. "Get out!" she yelled, following him down the hall. "All of you. Get the fuck out." Derrick heard a few confused objections. He moved into the hallway, standing behind Mistress with his arms crossed. "You heard the woman. Get the fuck out before it's my turn to fuck you." That seemed to convince the younger men it was time to leave. "Fucking faggot!" Gary yelled, last out of the door. "Nice job," Terri said, turning and smiling up at him. Pulling him by the hand, she led him to his couch. She turned off the TV, sat, and spread her legs. "Still want to eat this pussy?" Some of Gary's semen had leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh. "Yes Mistress," Derrick said, dropping to his knees. Holding her calf, he started by licking up her thigh, his tongue tracing the length of semen. Taking his time, he licked the rest of her bald pussy before burying his tongue between her nether lips. Terri squirmed and moaned her pleasure again and again before stopping him. "Enough," she said, pushing him away. Cradling his wet face, she considered him for a long moment. Leaning forward, she kissed him, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth. "You like this, don't you?" "I like you, Mistress," he admitted. "Sit," she said, patting the couch next to her. Leaning forward, she picked up a couple clothespins left on the coffee table. She attached them to his nipples before swinging her leg over him, facing and straddling him. She positioned herself just right until her warm, wet pussy slipped around his hard aching cock. She settled on top of him, not moving. His prick throbbed madly inside of her, threatening to orgasm from nothing more than the feel of her around him. Terri caressed his face. "You sucked dick for me." He nodded. "You know that makes you a faggot, right?" "Your will, Mistress." She kissed him. "I think I believe you." "Mistress should," he said, sure he was crossing a line by saying it, but she rewarded him another kiss. Staring at him again, she put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly, she raised off of him once before settling back down. Once more, his cock throbbed its need deep inside of her. "I've wanted this for a long time," she told him. "Since before our game started." Derrick stared up at her, unsure what to say. Deciding it was better to remain silent, he did. She raised off of him and down again, smirking when his cock throbbed again. "How many times do you think I can do that before you cum?" "Not many," he admitted. "If I told one of those guys to fuck you up the ass, would you have let them?" "Yes Mistress. Your will. Always." "What does that feel like?" Again she rose and fell. "To give yourself to me so completely. What does it feel like?" "Heavenly." "What if I left you right now?" she asked, pulling away. She pushed backwards, sitting closer to his knees while his hard cock danced in the air. "Would it be cruel if I left you hard like this?" "Your will." "Should I paddle you again?" "Your will." "And you wouldn't care? Don't you need an orgasm?" "Not as much as I think I need this," he said, nodding at the clothespins on his nipples and meaning everything. "Explain." "I feel you everywhere. Always." "Even today when I ignored you?" "Especially today. I was confused, afraid you didn't want me, but it didn't change anything for me." Giggling, she moved back on top of him. "You were really hard at work today." His cock throbbed with new force. He was glad she had noticed. "For you, Mistress. Because of you, I was hard yesterday, too." She giggled again. "I know. I heard. You're getting quite the reputation for having an issue." "I do. You, Mistress." "This is for me," she said, rising and falling on him. "Don't hold back. Give it to me. I want this. I want to feel you coming inside of me, for me." She fucked him with long, slow strokes; as if she were savoring the feel of him. "Do it," she purred. "Come for me." As if by command, though it was probably from pent-up need, Derrick did. He came with a force and satisfaction that curled his toes. He saw her watching him, studying him as his orgasm worked through his body. Cleverly Disguised "Fuck, that was hot," she said when he relaxed, spent for the moment. Reach between them, she rubbed her clit, bringing herself to an orgasm that he felt as a series of rhythmic squeezes around his still hard cock. "Can you do it again?" "I think so," he said, squirming beneath her. Terri's body was so fine and his need was so great, he felt as if he could do it hundred more times that night and still want to do it again. She moved up and down him, delighting him. "Are you ready yet?" Feeling like an eighteen year old, he nodded. "I think I am." "No, bitch. Don't think. Tell me. Are you ready? Can you fill me a second time?" "Yes," he said, feeling a reassuring pulse from his cock. "Good," she said, bobbing up and down on him a couple more times before squirming to a stop. "Fuck that's good," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed. Remaining still, she took several slow, deep breaths. "Okay," she said, opening her eyes. "I'm good." Derrick smiled, unsure what she meant, but finding it funny. It looked as if she were trying to compose herself. She tossed her head, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulders before pulling the clothespins off his nipples. She rubbed his chest, as if wiping away the pain. "Is it okay if I call you Derrick?" she asked. It was the first time he had heard her use his first name. "Your will, Mistress." Terri shook her head. "No, that's now how I mean it. I mean, can you be just Derrick for a moment and I be just Terri?" "I guess," he answered, confused. "No, I'm serious. This isn't a command, it's just a question. I just want to be Terri and Derrick for a minute. Can we do that?" "Yeah, I guess," he repeated. "Sort of weird timing." "I know," she said and she looked nervous. "But it's important and I want the real answer." He nodded. "When you're my slave, is there anything you wouldn't do for me?" "Kill someone," he said, shrugging. "But that's not really a sex game, is it?" "Right. That's how I mean it. Sexually. Is there anything you wouldn't do as my sex slave?" "I can't think of anything," he said, his cock throbbed, agreeing with him. "Why?" "Because it's fun?" he offered. "Getting spanked is fun?" "In a way," he said. "I mean, it hurts, but you're doing it for a reason. It hurts more when I disappoint you." "So, if I wanted to watch you get gang raped by bikers, you'd do it?" "As your slave, yes." "What about as Derrick?" "Sorry, I don't roll that way," he laughed. "But you sucked cock for me." "No, for Mistress, though you're hot enough I would probably do it for you, too." "Really?" "Probably not," he admitted. "Maybe. I don't know." She wiggled against him. "This okay?" "It's hot as hell, but I'm okay." "Can you kiss me? I mean, as Derrick. Can you just kiss me?" Leaning forward, he did. He wasn't sure what she expected, so he kissed her as he would any lover. As their kiss lingered, he slipping his tongue inside her mouth and enjoyed the moment. "Like that?" "Yeah, that was nice." He had felt her pussy contract during their kiss. Without being asked, he kissed her again. As before, she squirmed and her pussy contracted. "I had a girlfriend once who told me every woman should have at least one fling with an older man." "Is it weird?" "No, it's good. She was right. Older guys are better." "Older guys are suckers for a pretty face." "Just face?" she asked and they both laughed. "Well, face and other things," he said, caressing her long, fat nipples. When she leaned backwards, arching her back, he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her nipples. "Don't stop," she said, raising up to kiss him before leaning back to offer him her chest again. Derrick didn't. He sucked at her tits as he would if she were his girlfriend. He caressed her tiny ass, groping the firm flesh of her butt. When she squirmed, he moved his hands to her hips. Guiding her up and down, they kissed and fucked. Unlike the young men she had fucked earlier that night, Derrick took his time. He gave to her with passion, taking her as he would have done with one of the fitness bunnies at the health club if given the chance. He wasn't surprised when she came nor did he stop. He brought her off a second time, finding his peak of pleasure with her. "Damn, Derrick" she said, hugging him. "You're good." "So are you," he said, holding her until their breathing returned to normal. "Is it okay if I take a shower?" "Sure," he said, letting go of her. "You could wash my back if you want." Washed and dried, she held his hand as she led the way back to the living room. "We're still just Derrick and Terri, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good, then it's okay if I do this, right?" She pushed him to the couch and climbed back on his legs. She caressed his cock and balls until he was hard again. Smiling, she mounted him again. "I'm not drunk," she said, kissing him. "You were earlier." "I was tipsy," she allowed. "But not drunk." "Interesting." "Do you believe me when I say I'm not drunk now?" Derrick nodded. If she was, enough time had passed for her to sober up. After they kisses again, she pulled away. "Thanks." "For what?" "For letting me feel the difference between real Derrick and slave Derrick." She kissed him. "That makes me want this more." "Want what?" he asked, wondering if their game had ended. "This," she said, picking up the clothespins still sitting on the couch. She winced after clamping the first one to her right nipple. "Wow," she said, looking surprised at how much it hurt. She clamped the second one to her left nipple. She climbed off of him, picked up the paddle, and handed it to him. "Now it's your turn. Do me."