3 comments/ 38998 views/ 13 favorites A Slave for Valentines' By: queenhobart "It's just as much a gift for me as it is for you," Erica said, typing the finishing touches of the contract on her laptop. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair pulled back, wearing her reading glasses like she did when she sorted their bills—looking, acting like this was a real contract. "I still don't know, babe," Gabe sighed. " You really don't have to do this...don't you think it's a little, I don't know, extreme?" Erica moved to the printer, where her contract was emerging , popping her ass out in an exaggerated motion. "It's very extreme, which is why I'm doing it. You show me up for Valentine's every year...." She strutted to the desk chair where Gabe sat, swaying her hips, paper held behind her back. Even in her plain boy shorts and t-shirt, Gabe felt she was unfairly attractive. Anything he agreed to, he wasn't sure he could be held accountable, he was so distracted. Erica straddled Gabe and lay her head against his shoulder affectionately. "You really brought this on yourself. Last year's rose garden? Way too much." Gabe's Valentine's Day gifts to Erica had always been theatrical, extravagant...cheesy. Last year's was by far the worst, as Erica came home to their tiny apartment to find every window fitted with a window box garden full of tea roses. "You loved it." Gabe said, tucking his hands behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks. He may be able to get out of this yet, he thought. "Begrudgingly. Now read." She said, rustling the papers at him. Gabe took the contract and read: Seeing whereas the Author, Erica James, Is a filthy, submissive slut and the Signer, Gabe Smith, is reluctant to Dominate her ass like she deserves, the author, Erica James, does bequeath full use of her body for any all purposes, sexual and otherwise, to the signer, Gabe Smith. "The isn't legally binding, you aren't a lawyer. And I'm pretty sure that's all nonsense anyway." Gabe sniffed. "Read it!" Erica laughed, kneeing him in the ribs. "It doesn't matter, I use 'whereas' a lot. That makes it legal." "Fine." And seeing whereas the signer Gabe Smith is a cheesy, Valentines' Day pussy, does the Author, Erica James, order command of her own pussy to the signer as her Valentine's gift. Until the date of February 15th, the Author does transfer ownership of any and all orifices for use as the signer sees fit. This includes the Author's mouth, pussy, and heretofore virgin asshole. The Author additionally recommends that the Signer use the Author in any way the Signer deems appropriate, through use of force, discipline, spanking etc." "Et cetera? Erica, I'm not really into that stuff," Gabe said "And I want to do something nice for you." He sat aside the contract and kissed Erica's forehead. "This is nice for me." Erica whined. She pouted her full, red lips. Gabe sighed, and kissed her. "Alright. I love you ,weirdo." He signed his name beside Erica's, and wrote the date. She bounced with glee on his lap, grinding her pussy against his cock in a way he suspected was intentional. "So, now that you own me, what do you want to do with me?" She asked, grinning. February 1st Gabe walked a pace behind Erica, hands cupped over her eyes. She was dressed in a silk robe he'd not seen before, which he could only assume she'd bought for the occasion. "It's a surprise." he whispered. She shuffled into the bedroom, where Gabe had changed the sheets to a new set of red satin, tossing a handful of rose petals in the center. Thirty or so candles burned in various locations around the room, giving the appearance of a romance paperback cover. Gabe uncovered her eyes. "Oh." Erica said, disappointment obvious in her voice. "Oh? I thought it was sweet." Gabe said, crestfallen. "No, it is. and if this is what you want, well, you own me." Erica said, smiling at the word 'own'. Against his will, Gabe felt his cock twitch. "But don't you ever want to just...you know, rough me up?" Erica asked. "What? No! I love you." Gabe gasped. "And I love you. But sometimes...I don't know, don't I...step out of line?" "There is no 'line', Erica. We're equals. I don't control you." Erica rolled her eyes, then smiled. She slid the silk robe off , revealing a red teddy that barely concealed her breasts and her pert ass. She threw it aside like a challenge. "Well, you don't fuck me then, either." She blew out a whole row of candles and brushed the rose petals from the bed, flouncing onto the mattress dramatically. "Wait...I'm sorry...." Gabe pleaded. "I don't know if I'll ever sleep with you again. Definitely never make love." Erica rolled onto her stomach and made a gagging face. She propped herself up by her arms, folded under her round, pale breasts. They were barely concealed by a black lace teddy, and the way she pushed them together, Gabe could tell she was trying to entice him. "And never, EVER ," She winked an eye "Fuck you." Gabe cocked his head to the side, put his hands on his hips. Erica winked again. "Ohh," Gabe said, finally catching her hint. Erica nodded. Gabe climbed onto the bed, rolling Erica over forcefully. She moved to cover herself, but he was stronger (at least, stronger than she wanted to fight). His cock was growing harder and larger against her creamy thigh. He pushed a hand between her legs and was surprised to find an out of character pair of lace crotchless panties, her cunt dripping wetter than he'd felt her in years. Erica writhed under his touch and moaned a little. "Not gonna fuck me, huh?" Gabe hissed. Erica shook her head. "No, not ever!" She said in a high-pitched, damsel in distress voice. She flailed her arms against Gabe's well-muscled chest, giggling. He gripped her pussy harder, his cock throbbing. Like Erica had forced it with her mind, Gabe grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her head with one hand. He looked into Erica's eyes with hunger, and she nodded. "You don't get to choose, bitch!" He growled, and pushed the opening of her crotchless panties apart. He slammed his cock inside of her wet, wanting hole, and pounded deep. He picked up rhythm, hard, fast. Erica pushed against him, as if she were trying to escape. "No!" He shouted, and released her hands just long enough to rip her teddy off. Her breasts bounced out, her pert nipples hard and dark like chocolate kisses. He sucked them greedily. "Oh, no, don't hurt me," She said in the same falsetto. "You mustn't just use me for your own pleasure." Gabe laughed. "I'll fuck you however I want!" He laid into her, harder and faster than before, jack hammering against her cunt. Something strange came over him, as he started to think less and less of Erica's pleasure, and more of his own. He hiked her hips up higher, like she was just a wet hole he was feeding his cock into. Erica was beyond words now, sweat trickling from between her perfect breasts, her mouth hanging open while she cooed sounds of pleasure syncopated by sharp moans of desire. "Oh, fuck..." She moaned, and Gabe felt her pussy tighten around him and her hips start to buck. He watched her whole body roll with the strength of her orgasm, pushing him over the edge too. His cock pulsated, and as he moved to pull out, and exhausted Erica panted. "No, I want it, give it, in me...." Gabe groaned as he exploded into Erica, he could feel the force and the volume of his cum filling her up. So much that it seeped out of her around his still-hard dick. They collapsed next to each other, still breathing heavily. With as much energy as he had left, Gabe felt guilt creeping into him. "I'm so sorry..." Gabe panted. "Don't be," Erica sighed. Gabe saw her for the first time after pulling out, saw her face glowing with contentment, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She had not even moved to wipe his cum off her healthy thighs. "You're not a bitch." He said "I don't know what came over me." "I know who came over you," Erica laughed, snuggling closer to him. "I love you and respect you." Gabe felt his whole body relax, his guilt melting away. "I love you and respect you, too." He a answered. "Good," Erica smiled. "Now, I can't wait for what my master has in store for me tomorrow night." She dropped into sleep like a stone. But Gabe lay awake for a long time, thinking of things he'd tried for so long to repress, things he thought he would never do, things he thought he should never do. He looked at his lover, smiling , her thick red curls falling over her face, asleep on her stomach. Ah, the things he'd do for her. February 5th "Good," Gabe said, surveying Erica's costume. She was dressed in a skimpy French maid outfit. More correctly, she was wrapped in the costume, only barely covered- the hemline only covering her pussy by a few inches, though it was lined by with a flouncy petticoat. A tiny white pinafore stretched tight over her tits, lace-lined puffed sleeves falling off her smooth shoulders. "You found it." "Oh, I think so." Erica gave a smirk. She'd opened her closet that morning and found it empty but for the costume she was wearing and a few others which were equally revealing. Gabe traced his fingertips across her collarbone. "See, you've been so insistent, I have some, um...requirements of you, now." Gabe smiled. "What would those be, master?" Erica asked brightly, her hand in her lap pushing subtly through her skirt. "Well, none of that, for starters," Gabe said, seizing her hand and pulling it away. "I have to go to work today," Erica made a pouting face at this, but he raised her chin and smiled "How else will I provide for you? You're awfully good at some things..." He squeezed one of her breasts and she gasped in delight , "But over all, I think you know where your place is." He patted her head patronizingly. "I expect a clean house today. But first, I can't focus at work knowing I have this hot little piece of ass back home. I think you know what I need." Before Gabe could finish his sentence, Erica had fallen to her knees and started unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. She licked him in one long, slow, motion, grinning . "Ah, no. We don't have time for that, do we? And I just wanna get off." He grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her head down hard on his cock. She gagged and pushed back, but he was stronger, more forceful. Even against her struggling he could feel her attempting to suck, drool dribbling from her mouth and dotting her pinafore. He pulled her face away. "Do you like this, slave?" He ordered. Erica began to answer, before Gabe growled "I don't care." He laughed, and pushed her back down. He looked down to see her bobbing on his cock as he banged the back of her throat, pleased to see her rubbing herself with her free hand. He had no idea Erica was such a demented little slut. There had been such things he wanted to do to her, but he couldn't, not to the girl he loved. But seeing her joyfully gag on his cock while stimulating herself...he could see her hand begin to grow wet. He felt his balls tighten. He'd warn her, ordinarily, he never made her swallow. But today wasn't ordinary. Gabe moaned and pushed Erica's head down the furthest yet and unloaded into her throat. She gagged, a noise that made his cock twitch each time, gasped, and fell backwards. A thin smear of cum was left on her face. He helped her to her feet and kissed her mouth. "You leave that there like a good slave, while master goes out to work. No masturbating. Don't think I won't check on you, either." Closed the door with a smile on his face, leaving Erica on her knees. Later that evening, he surprised her, coming home a full hour early. "I'm home, honey." Gabe called from the living room. "In the kitchen!" Erica called from the kitchen Gabe stood in the doorway, staring down at Erica. She was divine, her round ass perched in the air, her petticoats falling forward to reveal silky white undies, her pinafore soaked through by water she'd splashed on herself when she tried to clean. "You call this clean?" Gabe shouted. The kitchen was always a mess, today was no different—but his feigned anger excited him. "I'm sorry master. What can I do to fix it?" Erica smiled. "Nothing. You can't fix anything, you're good for one thing, you know that?" He watched Erica reach for her pussy, slowly, in a way he could tell she meant for him to stop her. "Stop that! A filthy habit. That's why you never get anything done," He said, crouching behind her. "Only one way you'll learn." He raised a hand above her ass , but hesitated. Erica made a tiny gasping noise, and looked over her shoulder at him. He swung his hand down, the connective slap louder than he expected. She moaned. "You like that? I'm punishing you, whore. You're no fucking maid , that's for sure. Maybe all you're good for is cock sucking, huh?" She was arcing her back so her ass was higher. " You like that, you sick fuck?" "Oh, no master, I just need to be disciplined." She laughed, a little. Gabe did not smile. He hit her ass again. "Don't lie to me, whore, " Gabe snarled, pulling her head back by the hair. He slapped her ass again, hard enough to leave a bright red mark. "And don't laugh at me either." Erica stopped smiling, another expression fell over her face, as she whispered: "I'm not good for anything, master. I like being spanked, I do." "Well, you're good for one other thing I can think of.: Gabe made a laugh that sounded cruel, and pushed Erica's face into the linoleum. He unzipped his pants, pulled her panties aside and slammed his cock in her hole. He was pleasantly unsurprised that she was already soaked through her panties, wet enough that she offered no resistance. "You're awfully wet, slut. Have you been playing with yourself?" "No, master. You own my pussy, you choose when I come." She grunted, her words muffled by Gabe's hand pushing against her face on the floor. Like something had possessed him, he spit on her. "You're fucking right." He spanked her again, noticing, for the first time, that the red handprints had spread, leaving her whole ass a bright, stinging red. He cupped his other hand around her pussy and squeezed. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Cum, bitch," Gabe demanded. I can't, I can't..." Erica gasped "I want to, but I can't" Gabe hit her ass again, and she cried out in real pain, real pain and something else.... "Cum right now, you useless cunt, or you won't come again for the rest of the month!" He felt her contract, felt her collapse against him, as his hand cupped around her pussy felt like it was filling with water. He could take no more, and unloaded into her. They fell into a pile on the kitchen floor. "Did you just squirt?" Gabe asked Erica. She nodded, exhausted. "Yeah, pretty sure." She rolled toward him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He laughed. "That's awesome." Gabe looked at Erica, who was smiling contentedly, the dried cum from earlier in the day still marking her pretty lips. He reached out and brushed it away. "And I'm sorry about the spit." "Are you kidding? That pushed me over the edge." Erica sighed happily. "You aren't a whore, not at all...and you're good at lots of things." Gabe said, earnestly, clasping Erica's hand. "You really don't have to do that every time." Erica laughed. "Do what I want, I'm the master." He scooped her up in his arms. "Now, servant, lets get you cleaned up." Gabe carried Erica to the bathroom and drew a bath for them both. Leaning against him in warm water, she was all smiles and giggles, never mind the beating he'd given her or the degradation. She was happy. But how far could he let himself go? February 8th "I wasn't sure about princess dress." Gabe smiled, "But princess dress was a good idea." Erica curtsied in her purple gown. It was unlike the other dresses in that it fell to her ankles, all gauzy purples and blues, poofed out by several layers of translucent tulle. The bodice, though, was as tight as any corset, and served her breasts up as fruit on a platter. "M'lord," Erica said, offering her hand to be kissed. "M'lady," Gabe answered, and pointed to the bed. She lay down obediently. "That's a good little princess," Gabe said. She started to squirm, and Gabe caught her by the waist. " Ah-ah, my little slave-princess," He said, lifting the dress " You're mine. You think I'll make love to you as a man does a woman? No. I bought you like an animal, I'll fuck you like one too. " He pulled her onto her knees, positioning himself behind her. Her ass, exquisite and round, was red with spankings, her thighs marked with thumb-print bruises. Gabe bit his lip, guilty he had left marks on Erica. The flog in his hand hesitated. "Today, though, I think, I want to...enjoy you." He said, sliding his hands over her backside. Erica looked over her shoulder, scowling. "Spread your legs, princess. I'm gonna eat you up." Gabe said, flipping Erica on her back. He nosed into her pussy from behind, making her jump in surprise. He slid a finger inside her, which she accepted with no emotion. Puzzled, he licked again, and she leaned away from him. "Is something bothering you?" Gabe asked. "You're too close to my asshole," Erica said, with a quiver of self-conciousness. A smile played on Gabe's face. " What? Too close to this?" He licked her asshole , and she jumped. "Gabe, it's ok, you don't have to." "Shut up, slave girl," Gabe said, pushing his tongue into her tight asshole. Erica squirmed, unable to make up her mind, It seemed, torn between her embarrassment and pleasure. Gabe grabbed her from behind, seizing her thighs in his strong hands. The dress fell down over Gabe's head, obscuring her wet ass and pussy. He tore it away without thinking. "You like this?" "Yes!" She shouted, before he muffled her cries with his hand soaked with her juices and musky ass. "Shh. I've about had it with this topping from the bottom bullshit you're pulling. I think today I'm going to take what I want. Suck this finger!" He shouted, pushing one, then two fingers into her mouth. Then, a shock to both of them, he shoved the two wet fingers in her tight asshole. This was the first night they had had so much as touched her there, and he was fingering hard, fast. Erica moaned and bucked as he worked his hands, licking her pussy at the same time. "Oh, you think this is for you? I'm training your asshole, you little bitch," He shouted. "I'm stretching it to make it fit my huge cock, like your mouth does, like your cunt does." He felt her body tense and knew she was close to orgasm. "You wanna cum?" He asked her. She nodded. "Not yet!" He shouted back. He flipped her over, feeling her body rotate around his fingers. Erica moaned as Gabe pinched her nipples hard. "Actually..." He said, motioning for her to wait, he removed his fingers from her and left the room, returning with a pair of clothespins. Slowly, he pulled the panties from her mouth. "Ask nice." "Please, please clamp my nipples," She begged. He set a clothespin to one and listened to her scream. "The other, please, please the other!" She begged. "What will you give me?" He asked. " What do I have left? You have all of me!" She moaned. "Just so we're clear." He smiled, and clamped the other nipple. He reinserted his fingers into her asshole, feeling the extra give now that he'd been stretching her. She could hold herself no longer, and came, squirting all over Gabe's face. Erica's looked as if she would faint, but opened her mouth, licking her lips, begging for his release. "Not tonight, dear heart. I'm saving that for something special." Gently, Gabe untied her. "Love you," She panted, eyes fluttering, fighting sleep after her exhausting orgasm. "Respect you." He whispered back, rolling on his side to hold her. A Slave for Valentines' February 10th "Say it!" he sneered. Erica shook her head and closed her mouth, tight. Her eyes darted from Gabe to the camera set up on the sink beside him. "What, now that you're on camera you're a real angel?" He chided. She'd worn a little angel outfit that morning, one of the costumes left for her in the closet; a loose, short, white dress cut low on her breasts, and high on her legs, knotted gold rope around her narrow waist. Her thighs were striped with blows from her disobedience and her halo hung sideways in her hair. Gabe held her nose shut, and she opened her mouth with a gasp. Quickly, Gabe shoved his cock in, pushing her head back. He withdrew and smacked her face. "I'm a dirty piss-slut," she moaned. Gabe smiled and nodded. "That's what I wanted to hear. Just the truth." He held his cock in one hand, her head in the other and sprayed in her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let the piss flow into her mouth, tongue licking her lips. Gabe stepped back and sprayed her costume too, wetting the thin material against her breasts transparent, so that it clung there, her dark nipples showing through the white fabric. "Thank you, Master!" She moaned. " You aren't done." She smiled. "How can I please master?" Gabe did not answer, but pushed her backward in the bathtub, and slapped her pussy smartly. "You can be the whore you know you are." He said, with a twisted smile that looked cruel. "How can I be a bigger whore?" She asked, desperately, as he slapped her wet cunt again. Gabe pulled a small digital video recorder from the bathroom counter and flicked it on. "Get off," He ordered. "What?" She asked. "Get the fuck off. Cum for the camera." Erica started to rub herself with frantic hands, before Gabe slapped her hands away. "With this." he said, thrusting a plastic handled toilet plunger at her. Without questioning, she inserted the handle into her wanting hole, pushing it back and forth. She moaned, loud, hiking up her skirt to give the camera a good view. "Show your tits." He ordered. Gabe had started to stroke his cock with one hand while filming with the other. "Show your tits and suck on your pussy with the plunger." She pulled the handle from her pussy and placed the plunger over her mound, pumping it up and down. Gabe groaned and picked up the pace on his cock. "That's it, that's it..." Erica was playing to the camera like a pro, cooing and moaning as she clutched her piss-wet dress, rubbing her tits together. He slapped her hands again to signal her to stop. "On your knees, scum. Position 4." Immediately, Erica sprang to her knees and folded her arms behind her head, opening her mouth expectantly. Gabe focused in on her. "Now smile...." He gasped, as thick white jets of cum shot from his cock. Erica dodged to get as much as she could in her mouth, scooping globs of the dripping semen from her breasts. "Beautiful." He said, turning the camera off and laying it back on the counter. The both fell into giggles. "Come here, my beautiful girl, let me clean you up." He said, peeling away the disgusting dress and tossing it into the trash. Gabe turned on the shower, standing in front of the water spray until the hot water cooled down. He didn't want to scald Erica. She smiled and stood, letting Gabe turn her into the stream of water. Gabe rubbed soap between his palms and began to lather Erica's breasts first. She laughed. "One track mind. I let you piss on me, beat the hell out of me, film the whole thing, and still, its 'Titties!!!". Gabe scrubbed her neck gently before beginning to kiss it, leaning into Erica's slick body. "I can't help they're so nice. That's your fault." He reached for the shampoo, and Erica turned to allow Gabe to work it through her thick hair. "This is still my favorite part," He whispered in her ear. "Being sweet, feeling your body, all strong and soft and curvy..." He said, sliding his hands up and down, pausing to tickle her clit. "That's because you're a romantic goon," Erica said, beginning to soap Gabe's muscled body. "You seemed to enjoy that whole plunger and piss business quite a lot too, though," She said. "Not one to judge my master," she said the word close to his ear, "But that was weird." Gabe leaned forward to let her wash his hair too. "I was wondering about that. Why the hell would you fuck yourself with a plunger, of all things? That's filthy." "Because its brand new. Plastic, clean as any sex toy," She said, scratching the back of his head. "How do you know?" He had bought the plunger earlier that day, taken the tag off and painstakingly scrubbed it with antibacterial soap. "Because, if it wasn't, it would be super dangerous and the kind of filthy that could hurt me. I love you and trust you. You'd never hurt me , unless I wanted you to. " "You're right. Why do you like ...this...so much anyway?" He asked, gesturing to the welts of her thighs, where he'd flogged her the day before. "Why do you?" She countered. Gabe had been thinking about this a lot. "There's so much we do, you know, to hurt each other all the time...but this..." "This," she said "Is you over thinking." "Yes. Yes I am," Gabe responded, beginning to knead her pussy in his strong hand, feeling her tremble. February 15th, Valentine's Day Night "You good and clean?" Gabe asked Erica, fastening her collar around her neck. It was an accoutrement he'd picked up for her some days before, complete with a silver ring. "Yes, sir," She smiled. Gabe had , as dominantly as he could, demanded that she take an enema earlier in the day, while he was at work. "Don't smile!" He demanded, feeding a length of rope through the loop on her collar. He pulled her toward him as if it were a leash and kissed her. "Of course," She said, biting her lips against a smile. Gabe continued to loop rope around her, pushing her to her knees in a straight backed chair. Her ass was exposed, as he lashed her wrists to either side of the chair. Gabe trailed his hand between her legs and laughed. "My, you're eager." He laughed, and gave her a slap. Erica wiggled her ass, but Gabe held her steady. "No, slave, we're not playing right now." He said, sternly, pulling the rope around her tits, watching them squeeze under the rope as his cock grew harder. He fumbled with the knots but recovered himself, securing her feet to the legs of the chair, so that she was kneeling, ass in the air, lashed in place." It's important I have you in place..." He trailed his fingers over her trembling body " Just in case you decide to do something stupid like change your whore mind." He stooped and cupped her breasts, kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "You remember the safe word?" Erica rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, slut," He said, slapping her ass. He massaged her pussy, which had already leaked down her legs. He pushed the wetness up toward her asshole, as she sighed loudly. "You like that?" He asked, pushing his wet fingers in and out of her ass. She clenched her asshole against him and moaned. "Aha, the slut wants it in that hole." He said. Say it! "I want it in my asshole," She said, flatly. He slapped her again. "Ask right!" "Please, master, please give me your cock in my whore asshole!" She shouted. He poised the tip of his cock against her asshole, teasing his head in and out. Erica moaned and struggled against the ropes, trying to pull her hands back toward her pussy. "What? You want your little cunt played with?" Gabe growled. "Uh-huh." She moaned. "Not till you take my whole cock." He hissed, slamming the rest of himself into her tight, spread-out asshole. She groaned loud and long, a wanton noise Gabe had never heard from her, bucking against the chair. She tightened her asshole, arching her back. Gabe reached around her and rubbed her cunt, wet fingers searching for her clit. Erica screamed, now, and he felt a spray of wetness against his hand. "You came, slut? You came without me?" He spanked her loudly. "I apologize, master," She gasped. "I'll make you pay for that." Gabe said, slamming his cock in with a renewed fury. Her asshole was so tight, it felt like she was milking the semen out of him. He grabbed both her hips and slammed deep into her, one last time, before exploding inside her. He groaned, and pulled out midway, dripping what was left of his orgasm over her lower back. As he pulled out of her , Erica trembled again, and collapsed against her ties. Gabe stepped back, and began to untie her. Erica panted, letting her limbs fall of the chair as they were released. " Are you ok?" She nodded, exhausted . " More than ok. God, I love you, " Erica sighed. Gabe scooped her up and stood her unsteadily on her feet. She smiled, wobbling. Her beautiful body was criss-crossed with pink impressions from the rope, faint blue indentations where he had gripped her hips. The way she stood, Erica was making herself look vulnerable; he could tell. She was strong enough to be used the way she wanted, and Gabe admitted, at last, the way he had always wanted to use her. "Let's get you cleaned up." He smiled, kissing her. " Slave."