2 comments/ 15401 views/ 7 favorites Serving Her By: lipstickandligature Mimi tried the key in the lock only once before realising that Sven was already home and had bolted the door. She banged twice, mild irritation swimming in her chest. Despite her continuous reminders, he always forgot and it annoyed her. She was tired; ready to sigh heavily and tell him to avoid putting the bolt on if he got home first but the sentiment faded the moment he opened the door in a sauce spattered apron and, much to her surprise, his collar. "Hey." He said, "Come in, I'm making dinner." "What is this?" she asked, the sound knotting into embarrassed, regretful laughter, vaguely ashamed of her annoyance in the face of his sweet domesticity. "You lit candles and there's music and-oh." Sven exchanged her bag and coat for a glass of wine, nodded towards the table. "Take a seat." He kissed her on the cheek and headed past her. Mimi wailed, blushed furiously as she wondered past the table and into the kitchen. There were plates set on the counter and vegetables drained in the sink. "You did this for me?" she looked up at him as he walked past her. "Oh, baby." She set her wine on the counter and pulled him close, tiptoed up to kiss him again, properly this time. "I was going to shout at you for bolting the door and then you threw this at me." She smiled at him, her eyes full of remorse, her thumb tracing across his cheek. "I'm a cranky old grump and you are relentlessly adorable." Sven shrugged, nonchalant. "I know. I figure if I balance pissing you off with being cute I should be able to get at least 25 years out of our marriage when it comes." Mimi laughed, swatted at him on the chest. "Idiot. You're doing a pretty good job. I think you'll get there. You got home early, then?" Sven nodded, threw a dish-towel over his shoulder. "Yep. About an hour ago, We're finished with Sunlight Bakeries now. End of project perks, I suppose. How was the dreaded review?" Mimi sighed heavily, kicked her shoes off. "Okay." She nodded, thankful to be home and safe out of the analytical eye of Harry Goldwell, her boss and the gallery owner. "I think. Harry said he was pleased with my work, liked that I'd taken initiative with the Young Artist's programme I set up. I'm not fired, so it's all good. I was a bit tense because they asked how I was getting on with Sarah." "Who?" Sven licked a spoon, frowned. "Try this." "Sarah Boyd." Mimi said. "She's the gallery manager but she's something of a prize bitch. She's never happy with the work I do despite the fact I've sold something nearly every week I've been there, my goddamn degree is Art and Design. Frankly, I know more about art than she does, I've been an artist, I know it from the other side, too. I know the artistic process." "But you didn't say that, did you?" "Hell no." Mimi shook her head, took the spoon from Sven. "I said-" she blew on the spoon, looked up at him, "I said that she was a really great leader and I loved being part of the team. You know she's sleeping with Harry? That's why she's got the job." "Awkward." Sven pulled a face. "What do you think?" "Ugh. Whatever," Mimi rolled her eyes. "She used to work as an estate agent before. Met harry when she sold him his house down in London." "No." Sven grinned, "I mean the sauce. What do you think? Too spicy?" "Oh, sorry." She squeezed his arm, her hand flaring up between them, landing on her cheek so that the skin wrinkled beneath it. "I'm sorry, I'm so focused about work. It's really good, perfect. I can't wait." "Good." He bent, aiming for a quick peck, but Mimi soon transformed it into a grasping kiss full of want and shame. The spoon clattered to the floor as he grabbed her, held her close so that she was doubtless that he didn't mind at all. "I'm so proud of you." "Thank you." She held his wrists, love bubbling inside of her. She looked at the chaos in the kitchen then back to him. "And you did all this for me. You knew the review was today and I was dreading it." Her shoulders sagged against him, her body curling up with tired, grateful thanks. "Best boy ever." she hooked her fingers into his collar and pulled him down for another kiss. "I try." He kissed the top of her head, turned back to the stove. "You'd do the same for me." "I would." Mimi said, "Always." "Now, sit." Sven repeated. "Get comfy, drink some wine. Just relax, okay?" Mimi shook her head, gave him a long look. "You are too cute. I'm going to get changed." Twenty minutes later and the very last thing on Mimi's mind was eating. She watched Sven place the apron he'd been wearing over the back of a chair then placed the rest of the dirty crockery in the sink. "I know what this was." She laughed. "The food, the wine, the music." She narrowed her eyes at him as she joined him on the sofa. "It was an elaborate plan to get into my pants." Sven's face went serious and a furrow dipped between his brows. "Fuck." He looked away from her, sighed heavily, frustration clear in his tone. "My plans have been foiled." Mimi laughed, her fingers slipping between his neck and the collar. "I trust you haven't killed anyone or have been having an affair." "Actually, I've been Mrs. Cooper's toy boy for six months. I didn't know if this was a great time to tell you." He shrugged, an amused grin glinting over his features. Mimi laughed. "I knew it." She kissed him again, lay back on the sofa, "A thing for the older woman." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Typical." "I don't think so. She's about nine hundred years old, Mimi. I was just fooling." "I know." Mimi wound her fingers into his hair, a kick of pleasure jolting through her when the breath caught in his throat. "I'm glad." She purred, pulled his mouth towards hers into a hard kiss, her fingers tugging at his hair. "I'm not inclined to sharing." "I know." Sven breathed. He sat up and curled his hand around her thigh. "Are you tired now?" he asked. Mimi giggled, shook her head at him, the mellifluous laughter twisting upward. "Are you not paying any kind of attention?" she teased. "Well, you've had a busy day and-" Sven never finished the sentence because soon enough Mimi was in his lap, working at the buttons on his shirt, her mouth against his. That old weight of desire began forming in the base of his brain, filtering through his body like water through ice and everything else was pushed out. Business closed, come back tomorrow. "I do not want to go to sleep or watch TV or take a shower." Mimi breathed, her hand fumbling at his t-shirt beneath. "I want to hurt you and then, I'll fuck you." She sighed, "Maybe the other way around, I've not decided." "Yeah." Sven said, annoyed that once more, his responses were so damn illiterate. Words were his job, for God's Sake. He blushed and Mimi tilted his head upward, looked at him. "There it is." She grinned. He could feel himself colouring up, the embarrassment mixing with the hot ache of desire searing in his guts. "Oh." He nuzzled her shoulder then looked up. "God fucking damn, why am I so easy around you? Christ, it's embarrassing. You're so good at controlling your emotions." Mimi frowned at him. "Welcome to womanhood." She said. "What do you mean?" his hand was rubbing her hip, moving in gentle, soothing circles. "I am full of emotion but my entire life I was told to stop being dramatic and so, I crushed myself down into a box that got smaller and smaller until I was utterly passive on the outside. I'd get told I had too many opinions or was too emotional. And then," she paused, looked up at him, blushed when she realised he was smiling at her, fixated on her fluttering hands and rushing words. "people thought I was arrogant or boring and inside I was haemorrhaging life. I bet that sounds crazy doesn't it?" "No." He said. "Not at all. I hadn't thought about it but I suppose so." He shrugged. "You're talkative with me." His hand stroked the back of her neck, tangled into her hair. "Sweet thing," he scooped her up, held her close and felt her sigh against his skin. "I didn't mean it like that." "I know." Mimi shook her head, pushed her hair from her face. "That was a while ago. I just ignore people who talk like that now." "Good." Sven said, "So you should." Mimi nodded, wordless, kissed him again and let the action communicate for her. "Have you decided?" Sven said. "What?" "If you're going to fuck me or hurt me first?" Mimi laughed, her hands still working at his clothes, lower this time, fingering the buckle on his belt. "I have." * * * By the time Mimi was finished Sven found himself naked and bent over the dining table, the rounded edges digging into his hip bones. He could feel the dry, scarred wood under his cheek and had the surreal thought that it could probably do with sanding down and re-varnishing at some point. It hung in front of him in the dark then shattered, exploded by the electric of Mimi landing one hand across his backside. Behind him, she smiled, watched him flinch to the left then settle again. "How's the blindfold?" she asked, "Working?" "Completely." Sven said, "Not a thing." "Not lying are you?" Mimi grinned, walked around the table to the opposite side where he lay out, his arms pulled open in a wide V-shape. "Can you see this?" she asked, her hand splaying out in front of him. "How many fingers? Don't lie." "Really." Sven said. "Not a thing. I don't know." "Okay." Mimi stood back, leant against the counter, admired his body spread out in front of her, the patient waiting, the pinkness of his buttocks fading into the pale, smooth back. She pulled off her own clothes, peeled each layer off with practised efficiency until she was in her underwear. "I'm just going to leave these here." Immobile, Sven listened for the hiss of fabric against skin, focused so hard he felt like the only part of him left that would move were the muscles around his ears. "What?" Mimi said nothing, watched with delight as her lover registered the feint, familiar musk of her underwear barely inches from his face. He smiled sucked his lip and as he did, Mimi felt herself shiver, like every nerve between her thighs had been awakened by the vision of his stilled body and pouting mouth. Silently, she slipped away, pulled her harness out of the toybag and fixed a curved, ridged dildo into it. The straps pulled satisfyingly taught against her thighs, she picked up the lube and walked back to the table. "I love watching you listen." Her hand ran over Sven's backside again, raking over the tiny, downy hairs there. "And you have such a cute bottom, you know?" she gave his left buttock a playful squeeze, laughed when he flinched. "Thank you, Ma'am." He said, "Was that your harness I heard you stepping into?" "It's not your job to ask questions." Mimi said, her hand still working in soothing circles over the curve of Sven's backside. They seemed to be travelling straight through him so that every inch of flesh from his sweet spot to the very end of his hardening cock ached for her. "It's your job to stay still and look pretty and let me play with you." She leant forward, her hand running upward, over his back then, she bent down, sank her teeth into his exposed neck like a hungry wolf. Like she had so much churning, tempestuous desire in her it would never be quelled. He mewled in response, tensing against the ropes, his backside still aching. He was acutely aware that her cock, her softness and her inevitable, ravening mouth were inches from his as though the pull were magnetic and their draw to one another was simply an inescapable fact of nature. Mimi stalked around the table, pressed the length of the dildo against his cheek. "Put it in your mouth." She said, "Feel it. Get it nice and wet so I can put it in you." Sven laughed, nervous desire running through him. Mimi knew that he'd find it embarrassing enough that it would help him settle into that obliging, submissive mood she loved. She shifted gently in front of him, watched, thrilled as he mouthed at the dildo, tongued the bulbous head and the undulating ridges., took it right down to the base. "It's the purple one, isn't it?" he laughed. "Oh, ow." There was more rumbling laughter as Mimi rubbed the spit slicked length against his cheek. "Heh. It is." She replied. "Thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine. The last time I was over this table, if you remember, you did the same to me. Made me wear a blindfold and suck your cock." "Oh." He tried to shake his head against the surface of the table, the movement moved into his shoulders, arcing them up into a tense roll. "Shit." Mimi nodded. "Exactly, sweet thing." She threw his pet name for her back at him, slapped him on the bottom. "Two halves of a whole. We're not so different, you and I." "I know." "Well then," Mimi pulled off her bra, crouched down so that her mouth was close enough to his that Sven could feel her breath against his lips. "You want my cock, sweetie?" "Yes." "Louder." Mimi smiled, wondered back around the table, began untying Sven's secured ankles. "Sound enthusiastic when you say it. I know you're a slut for me most of the time, aren't you?" A softer, reassuring pat landed on his bottom and Sven found himself grinding up into it. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm yours. I want your cock." "You do?" Mimi rubbed the opposite ankle, began working on his wrist that was secured to the right. "Does it make your dick hard?" she pressed him further, watched him laugh and blush. "Huh?" "Yes Ma'am." He nodded, grinning fiercely behind the gag. "Oh, Mimi, baby, please. Please." "What was that?" Mimi pulled the final piece of rope away, let him wind their fingers together. She kissed the back of his hand. "Are you begging for my cock, tough guy?" "Yes," He sighed, shame and lust and love and the tense desperation to feel Mimi against him began pinging about in his chest like he was full of hot ball bearings. "I'm begging for your cock, Ma'am." Mimi smiled, kissed him on the mouth. "What a cutie." She smiled, eased him backward and up off the table. She stood in front of him, whipped the blindfold off. "Hey." Mimi smiled at his blinking face, rubbed his chest as he squinted, his eyes readjusting to the light, adrenaline still slopping about inside of him. "Let's go to the bedroom." Mimi nuzzled his chest, kissed him, her hand in his. "I want to see your face when I fuck you." "Okay." He nodded, followed her happily to their bedroom. The room was warm and bathed in soft lamplight that was comforting after the cold and the relentlessly busy day that Mimi had had. She wanted nothing more than the soft sheets and the weight of Sven lying next to her. This was their space, their time and Mimi was fiercely protective of it. She had gone long enough without it to know well how its absence affected her. "It was so cute what you did earlier." She smiled, "Thank you." "No problem." Sven said. "Just trying to make my lady happy." He kissed her on the mouth, rubbed her arm as it curled around him. "And get yourself fucked for being such a good boy. Am I right?" Sven blushed. "Well, I, uh, that wasn't why I was doing it but..." Mimi erupted into laughed, patted him on the chest. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm kidding." She sighed. "I've had a bad, tiring day. There was going to be some stress relief fucking at some point." "Oh, this is that this is?" Sven raised an eyebrow. "Shit, I had no idea." "Silly." Mimi kissed him again, her hand rubbing his belly. "Love you." "You too, sugar. Love you. You want me to fuck you?" he asked, acutely aware of the Mimi's strap on pressing into his thigh. "Or a massage instead? You know I'm good with your shoulders." He rubbed her back and she shook her head. "Not yet." She answered. "I'm going to fuck you and if you have any energy left afterward then you can put that cute face of yours between my thighs." "Thank you, Ma'am." "You have got to stop with that." Mimi teased, "Or this is coming off and your dick is going in. That face and those thank yous are making me wet." "I'd like that." "We have all night." Mimi smiled. "Nothing much to do tomorrow. It's the weekend." "Thank fuck for that." "You're getting distracted. " Mimi reached down and began jerking his cock in her palm, pulling it back to life. "Spread your legs, let me fuck you." She kissed him, reached behind her for the lube. "Give my boy what he wants." Sven watched rapt as she slicked the dildo then reached lower and began working the lubricant into the yielding pucker of his asshole. She purred against his neck, kissed him. "Oh, baby likes that, don't you?" "Hm, yes." Sven said, his eyes flickering open, to find Mimi watching him, smiling. "What?" "That face you pull." Mimi pushed her hips forward, felt the strap on push into him with ease. She fell silent, began slicking his cock again, let his body settle around the fullness of her cock. "Slow first." She said, "Then faster. It's been a while since we did this." "Too long." Sven sighed. "But, I-oh, fuck. Oh, so good." Mimi continued grinding her hips towards him in slow, wide circles, felt his cock twitch in her palm. She kept up the movement long enough that he started to drip and push back onto her, harder and faster until his hands were gripped into the sheets. "Slow down a little." She shifted her weight, pulled out of him tortuously slow, her cunt aching for him, slickened and desperate to devour him. "I've changed the plan a little." "How?" he asked, felt her nip his neck. "Come inside of me." She breathed. "Lick me out." "Oh." He smiled, watched her back off him, the strap on glittering. Mimi undid the harness and crawled back onto him with all of the expectant hunger he'd come to love. He pulled her close, kissed her hard and soon enough she sank back onto him, and began working with the shallow dips that were so, singularly effective, the muscle clenching around him. "I can feel you tensing up." She whispered, laying out so their legs tangled together. She bit his neck, sucked harder. "Did you touch yourself today?" "No." Sven shook his head in the shadows, grinned. "Thought about it. Then I made you dinner." "What a good boy." Mimi grinned, kissed him softly on the mouth. "I was thinking, you should keep your collar on all weekend." "Really?" the request made his heart clatter against his chest. "Yes, baby." Mimi stroked his face, turned to the side. Sven moved behind her, felt the swell of her ass press against his hard on then moved forward again, sliding into her the slick heat making him sigh, moving faster desperate for the taste of her. Her mewling made him happier, harder more desperately eager to please her and she did not stop him when he upped the pace, his fingers dug into her side. Mimi urged him on, the delectable feel of his length pressed against her g-spot so that the pressure built in her gut and she had no need to sink her hand between her thighs. Instead, she let the sensation boil up and spill out into her body. "Lower, lower, lower." The order came out fast as though there were one word and for a moment Sven stopped, pulled back as Mimi moved him. "Oh." He smiled, met her request for long enough that soon he was working faster, his hand flat against her hip, his mouth pressed to her neck breathing her name over and over until he shuddered, leaking into her, holding her close. For a moment they lay tangled up and breathing hard. Mimi kissed the back of Sven's hand, ground herself against his fading erection. "You're still not finished." She breathed. "I'm not finished." "I know." He kissed her neck again, peppering her shoulder with kisses. Mimi turned over and looked up at him, pushed her hair from her face. Her mouth was sore and her body ached for him, utterly, completely with all the desire she'd pushed down as if scratching at the surface had opened up an age-old wound that could only be healed by the acceptance of her desire and in completely devouring him. That sad, old hunger coming back; that hunger nice girls weren't meant to have. Serving Her by Servicing Him Let's begin with the idea that I am very submissive in nature, but my job (college professor) often calls for a façade of dominance. I found over the years that most people never pick up on the real me even though I often behave in an accommodating and submissive way. Over the years, I have had a few highly submissive interactions with people. Some of these have been brief encounters (including a wonderful women I met at an airport who gave all mew meaning to the word "layover"), while others were longer term (a neighbor couple that used me as their toy for almost 2 years until they moved out of state). But in most semesters I glide through my job without being recognized for the submissive person I am. Well, this semester I have a student who is very perceptive and thus picked up on my submissive nature and it has made for a wild, but excellent semester. It started with an email from this student about three weeks into the semester. She asked if she could meet me that Monday to discuss something important. I agreed without hesitation. Just getting an email from her was exciting because I wanted this girl from the first time I saw her. She is not everyone's type, but for me her curves are basically flawless. She is thinner then most, but not a rail, and where she carries her weight, mainly her tits and in her shapely ass, makes her perfect in my eyes. The ironic part of this is that the very first time she walked in to class, she was late, and instead of being a hard ass like many professors, I waited for her to sit and scurried to get her the syllabus we were discussing. She told me later that my behavior was her first clue that I might be a submissive she could take control of. Over the next few weeks she noticed other little things I did that were easily interpreted as submissive. For instance, while handing back a quiz, I tried to slide hers to her, but it shot off the desk and I quickly apologized, bent down and grabbed it from under another desk and carefully handed it to her. Most students would have just thought I was being the typical nerd I am, but she picked up on how this was really an act of submission. And while she took notice of me, I made a point to notice her. As soon as class was over I Facebooked her name and saw that she had the sexiest, most playfully devilish photos of herself posted. I have seen many near porno photos posted by some incredibly hot coeds, and none of those photos affected me like hers. She took the photos herself and they were at quirky angles, but nonetheless she looked as desirable as I have ever seen. So while she was sizing me up in those first few weeks of the semester, I was busy masturbating to her photos while dreaming of having her dominate me. In some ways it was a self fulfilling prophecy as my obsession with her was causing me to do the little things that she recognized as indicative of my submissive nature. But back to the story. I have two offices and my main one is really a tall cubicle, so I suggested we meet in my secondary office on the lower floor as that one is a traditional office with walls and a real door and thus what we discussed would be confidential. I spent most of the night before masturbating with my dick and balls bound in rope (I am pretty good at self-inflicted CBT), a plug up my ass and her photos on my laptop. I came harder then I think I ever had masturbating that night. So when the meeting day finally arrived, I was so on alert I practically buzzed. As usual, I figured I was the only one who had fantasies for the meeting beyond what it would likely be about. The typical meeting I have fantasies about involving some coed turns out to be to be a "can I get an extension on the paper because my grandma is sick" conversation. It usually ends with me closing the door and masturbating thinking about the hot coed who just left my office. I was expecting a one-sided meeting with Katie. She came to my office in a wonderfully low cut sweatshirt / athletic top outfit that gave her large breasts a wonderful shape. I was thinking the meeting would be hard to concentrate on when she introduced me to Michael, her "friend and confidant". Adding him to the meeting refocused me away from her breasts, at least for a short while. I offered them both a seat and was very awkward in their presence. My fantasies never included a multiple gender meeting. Michael was about 35 and well dressed, and had a very confident air to him. He sat down and seemed to be sizing me up. Katie spoke first: "This is hard for me but I must share some things about my situation because they have an impact on my participation in your class." It sounded very formal and I just let her continue. "Michael and I have a special relationship: I have voluntarily given him control of my life and thus have become submissive to him on all matters. The reason this relates to your course is that I should have asked for his permission to take the course and give up three hours per week of time I would usually spend serving him. But I was thoughtless and enrolled without that permission and this has displeased him. I am here because I need to provide adequate compensation to Michael for the three hours each week that I spend with you." At this point I was speechless, but was also getting a hard-on. It sounded so awesome to think of this gorgeous young lady as a submissive. So many thoughts were circling in my brain, but she snapped me out of it as she continued. "My solution for Michael was a promise to seduce you and then blackmail you to receive a good grade without attending. But he did not approve of that idea. He decided that what he wants is direct compensation from you, as you will get to spend time with me and not him. Thus, I am here to ask YOU to submit to Michael as payment for the time you will get to be with me." I started to protest and Michael held up a finger and I found myself remaining silent. Katie continued: "so in return for your commitment to serve Michael, you will get to see me in class and if Michael is pleased with you at the end of the semester, Michael will allow me to thank you in some appropriate way. During your service to Michael you will be required to be fully obedient to his wishes. He will use you mainly as a sexual toy, and yes that would mean serving him sexually." She stopped for a moment, stood up and walked slowly to me and then behind me. She bent down so her breasts were just behind me and she whispered in my ear "it is time to accept Michael's offer. Please get on your knees in front of him. I am counting on you getting me out of my jam." Well at this point I was so stunned I couldn't move, even my most depraved fantasies had never taken things in this direction. I just looked back at Katie. Her eyes were alluring and her breasts were amazing. She pressed herself to me and said, "Please don't keep Michael waiting." As a submissive I was powerless to say no, even though my logical side screamed for me to run away from the situation. With my submissive side fully in control I got out of my chair and went over and kneeled in front of Michael. Michael didn't say a thing, but stood there with his crotch directly in front of my face. Katie came over and whispered in my ear, "Ask to please him." I looked up at him and said, "May I serve you in order to allow Katie to finish this course?" He nodded a yes. Katie again urged me on, "it is time to suck Michael's beautiful cock and show your loyalty. Go ahead unzip his pants, get that beautiful cock." My hands shook but I started to unzip him, and then I reached in and found his hardening cock. I pulled him out. He was much bigger then me, and he wasn't fully hard. "Suck his cock, professor, bring him pleasure. Go ahead..." I seemed to be powerless with Katie whispering instructions and soon enough his cock was in my mouth. I sucked as best I could. In all of my submissive encounters I had only crossed the gender line once before and that was nothing like this. Katie encouraged me and pushed my head down on his cock so I had to deep throat him. I choked and gagged, but she kept doing it to me. She whispered instructions and also belittled me. "Be his bitch.... That is a real man's cock.... Focus on his pleasure you cock sucking whore..." She just basically controlled me as I brought Michael pleasure. "He likes his slaves to swallow." With that she grabbed my head and held me impaled on his dick. Finally his dick got even firmer and he started to pump his sperm down my throat. He pumped for a while then pulled out and squirted the remaining cum on my face. He rubbed his dick around on my face and I cleaned it for him. Katie cooed encouragement and congratulations towards me. I felt humiliated and proud at the same time. This response fascinated me. I am not gay, and would not suck a man's cock under other circumstances, but put a beautiful woman into the mix and have that woman press all the right dominance buttons and suddenly I am sucking cock. It was very humiliating, but at the same time I found myself focused not on the task, but on the person who commanded me to perform the task. I sucked the cock not to please the man, but to please the dominant woman involved. And in this case even though Katie had announced herself to be submissive to Michael, she was definitely dominant over me, thus I was proud that I had served her well by servicing him well. She now told me to strip naked and stand with my hands intertwined behind my neck. I stripped revealing my normal sized dick that even rock hard was inches smaller then Michael's. Now she told me to masturbate while looking at her. She stood in front of me and as I stroked myself she took off her top revealing her wonderful breasts. I was close to cuming when she knelt in front of me and cupped her breasts. She invited me to squirt my cum on her breasts. I was just about to cum when Michael, spoke his first words: "stop." I stopped stroking just before I would have ejaculated. Katie got up. As she did she ran her finger up my cock and said: "oh so close, but now it is time to give up such pleasures for a while." With that she reached over to the large cup of ice water she had brought with her, took the plastic top off and told me to stick my balls and cock in it. "Slaves don't get pleasure, Michael owns your dick now and he would like it subdued until you have proven your obedience." As she told me this she continued to hold my cock in the water. It was very painful. She continued, "if you cry out Michael will be displeased." I remained silent so as to not displease him, although really I was more concerned about pleasing her. Finally my dick was a flaccid little poke of skin and she released me. "Hands back behind your neck, slave," She commanded me. I returned to this position. "I am locking you into this chastity device and keeping the key. Your dick is off limits to you and anyone else unless Michael has given you permission, understood?" I responded that I did. She locked me up, and within this device I could not get a hard on. She then started to fondle me and kiss me and rub herself against me. I could not get hard and it hurt as my penis pushed against its constraints. Finally Michael snapped and Katie quickly backed off and put her clothes back on. For the first time he spoke. "I have to be leaving in 15 minutes, but you will be at my loft at 10am tomorrow where your training will continue. Enter and strip naked then walk directly to the end of the hall. Kneel in the opening, eyes to the floor and we will pick up things from there. Now turn around and invite me to fuck your ass." I turned around, bent myself over my desk and said, "Michael please pleasure yourself by fucking me in the ass." Katie went and sat in my chair opposite me and put her legs up on the desk. I felt Michael pour some lube down my crack and then he entered me. As Michael sodomized me, Katie sat in my office chair facing me, rubbed herself and reminded me what a cock whore I was. I kept eye contact with her throughout and focused hard on her pleasure. I wasn't directly providing her with pleasure, but by being her master's willing bitch I was honoring her and pleasing her in an indirect way. And that was enough to make me a focused and willing recipient of Michael's cock. Michael took full advantage of my submission to Katie. I was his fuck toy and he started to give me a serious ride. I took his long thick cock all the way into my ass and after the initial pain found myself very fond of the feeling. I have always enjoyed anal play and even though I was getting ass fucked by a guy I met only moments before, the physical pleasure was still present. And although my dick was locked down I was seriously aroused. I really offered my ass to him and he pounded me in return. Eventually he started to cum in my ass and he shot a large load deep into me. When Michael was done, he pulled out. Katie told me to remain in my submissive position as she came around, inserted a large anal plug into my ass. She then put a leather chastity belt around me that held in the plug. She said "don't move" and then proceeded to thank Michael and see him to the door. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him fondle her right breast and give her nipple a hard pinch. His parting words were, "don't take it easy on him, I expect him to be ready to take it up a notch tomorrow." I was completely stunned both by the experience and his parting words. I wasn't sure how much further I could go. Katie came back to me and told me to stand in a submissive posture (hands behind my back, eyes on the floor) while she made some phone calls. I was naked, with a chastity device on my dick, a plug up my ass and a man's cum on my face and in my mouth. And somehow I was satisfied with myself. Don't ever try to explain that one to someone is not submissive, but to others who share my perversion, they know that is a wonderful place to be. I really didn't hear Katie's phone calls but very soon there was a knock at the door. I was terrified. But Katie told me not to move and she opened the door. A beautiful coed that I recognized from some of Katie's Facebook photos walked in, stood in front of me, and looked me up and down. As she did this Katie settled into my office chair and just observed. Then the new girl addressed me in a straightforward voice. "Michael sent me. And from now on when you hear those words you should respond, "How may I serve you?" She repeated, "Michael sent me." "How may I serve you?" "Kneel in front of me." I obeyed the command and quickly was looking down at her feet. I heard her dial her phone. I did not look up but just listened. "I have him here. He needs to lose 20 pounds and get some tone, but I should have him ready in 6 weeks. May I present him to the ladies at 7pm tonight? (Pause). Thank you Michael, I will be sure to have the video uploaded by 9pm." She put her cell phone away wriggled out of her tight jeans and removed her panties. "I want an orgasm so get to work." With that she leaned back against my desk. I hesitated as I didn't really know where to begin. She commanded, "Do NOT make me wait." I began to lick and tongue her clit and her pussy lips. She grabbed me by the head and pushed me hard into herself. I sucked and flicked and tried to breath. After a good 15 minutes of this she started to moan and writhe and soon she was cumming. At this point she was holding my head firmly and her juices were literally spraying into my mouth and all over my face. Finally she released me and told me to not look up and get on all fours. She put her clothes back on and sat in my chair. "Come over hear and suck on my toes." I did what was instructed. Then she began to speak. "I am one of the many people you are going to find who are owned by Michael. We will approach you and tell you Michael sent us, and at that point you are to serve us just like you would Michael. My job is to get you into shape so we can start using you in our video productions. Thus, from now on you only eat the food I tell you and you do the exercise I tell you. I will email you a daily meal plan and exercise regiment, and you will follow it without question. Twice a week you will also come to my apartment and I will work on your humiliation training. That is, I will humiliate you in many ways and you will remain obedient. This will all be training for when you start to be in our videos and when Michael starts to present you publicly to his friends and associates. Do you understand?" I answered yes. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up roughly and said "You will answer 'yes Mistress Amber', understood?" "Yes Mistress Amber" "Good, now nothing to eat the rest of the day, just drink five 20 ounce waters, one every two hours. Go for a 4 mile run when you get home, and yes you must run with your butt plug in. Tonight at 7pm you are going to be the featured entertainment at my sorority house. Arrive at the Zeta house back door at 6:30. I will be there to let you in and prepare you. Understood? "Yes Mistress Amber" "Good, now stay in this position. Katie and I are going to go for a coffee. Your first day of training is not done. Your eyes must remain on the floor until you are given permission by to look up. I will see you at 6:30pm." With that both ladies left. I was terrified about the engagement at the sorority house -- I could have 100 girls on campus see me in some humiliating way. I was getting very upset with the notion when I heard my door open. Someone walked over, and then a male voice said, "Michael sent me." Without looking up, I responded "How may I serve you?" He told me to just be quiet and cooperate. He brought a blindfold around over my head and put a gag in my mouth. Both were secured tightly. He then repositioned me bent over my own desk. He removed my belt and ass plug and immediately replaced the plug with his cock. He reminded me to keep quiet and he ass fucked me. He came in my ass and then pulled out. Almost immediately another dick entered me. This one was shorter but extremely thick. And this person literally lifted me off the ground as he violently hammered me. I was in severe pain, but I remained silent. He finally finished, and another dick entered. This pattern continued for about 45 minutes. Finally I felt a dick entering that was cold and hard. I felt soft hands run over my back and I heard Katie's voice, "you served well, now be a good strap-on toy and act like you are enjoying this." And even though I was exhausted, sore and fully humiliated, I did enjoy feeling Katie pressed against me. The blindfold I was still wearing made the whole experience even more sensual. I focused on feeling, listening, and smelling her. Those senses were on hyper alert and it made the slow deliberate ass fuck I got from Katie wonderful. Katie finally finished with one hard, forceful penetration and then I felt her dildo slowly slide from my body. I slumped onto the desk, part from exhaustion, and part from disappointment that she was done. This body language earned me a hard slap on the ass. "Never slouch, always be ready to serve!" she commanded. I fought through my exhaustion and returned to the "ready to serve" position. She slapped me again and laughed. "That one is just to make the left cheek match the right one!" I actually laughed with her a bit and thanked her for her thoughtfulness. Her demeanor was definitely softer as she gently undid my blindfold, and returned my plug and chastity device. She told me to get dressed, which I did. She walked up to me gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me I had done well, wished me good luck at the sorority house that evening and said, "See you Wednesday for class." Amazingly, my only reaction was to regret that it would be that long until I saw her. Serving Her Country The mall was teeming with people, which was a bit odd for Super Bowl Sunday, but she was not paying attention to the masses. Moving with her friends through the crowd, she tried to focus on what was going on around her, trying to listen to the conversation, trying to be interested. But all she could think about last night. Her asshole of a current boyfriend had once again gotten to drunk to recognize her face, puked his guts out in her car on the drive home from the party, and then passed out on the couch in her room. This morning the signs of hangover had been written on his face as if by stencil. So he had stumbled home after kissing her, his breath stinking of puke, alcohol and smoke. She almost gagged. Jerk. They stopped in front of Express, but she decided to sit down on the bench instead of going inside with the rest of the crew, leaning back and closing her eyes. Carrie sat with her, and the two shared a moment of silence together, before the blond could not hold it anymore. "I saw you guys leave last night. Not to bad, I hope." "Nothing abnormally bad." "So he just puked, and then passed out?" "Oh, yeah." Sarah sighed, and leaned forward to say something else, but Carries attention had already passed somewhere else. Following her friends gaze, she looked across the drop down to the first story of the three story mall, up, up, up to the third story. The mass of people up there was a bit lighter, as half the stores had closed after Christmas. But she instantly spotted him. The long hair was gone, replaced by a crew cut that left nothing on the sides, and stubble on top. He looked tanned, and his body moved with confidence and fluid muscle. Dark sunglasses obscured his features, and he was clean-shaven, not the rough stubble and attempts at mustache he had sported before. But she would recognize him anywhere. Jason Morris. They both smacked their lips. "I'm going to go say hi." Sarah rose, and dashed to the elevator before Carrie could stop her. The glass cabin was already to full, but she crammed inside, ascended upwards, and then almost ran down the walkway. Finally she was behind him, taking a second to compose herself. She could see all her friends standing down in front of Express, but she ignored them. "Hi Sarah." His voice caught her of guard, and she almost tripped over a grate, but he was already next to her, giving her a big hug. That did nothing to help her regain her balance, so she just hugged back, holding him tight until she found sure footing. Damn these heels. "Hey Jason, how have you been. Nice haircut." Finally they released each other, slowly walking along. She noticed that instead of dirty khakis he was wearing jeans, which looked fairly new, and had been heavily starched and creased. The black sweatshirt also looked new, and he had pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head. "Goes with the job." He smiled, and he actually looked glad to see her. Launching into the standard back and forth that comes when you see somebody you have not seen in about three years, he learned that she was still going to school locally, living with her parents, and once again dating a loser. They laughed at that, and he reminded her that he once asked her to go to prom with him. She laughed, then asked what he had been doing. "Well, I went to college for a year in Arizona. The only thing I learned is that college is not for me, so I joined the Marine Corps. Just in time for 9/11, it turns out, so I got to go to Afghanistan, and I've been to Iraq twice." He shrugged, leaving it at that. They had reached the end of the Mall, and he indicated the smoothie stand with his head. She only nodded, and he bought them each one. She was surprised that he still remembered that her favorite fruit was peach, but he still only smiled. "Just came back two weeks ago, so I took leave to come see the fam', see home. Weird, haven't been home in years. A lot has changed." He was looking at her again with those eyes, and she wanted to melt. He had always had an animal magnetism about him, a wild side that had been famous at school. He had streaked the Nevada High School Football State Championship on a dare, but only after careful planning that allowed him to get away with it. Everybody knew it was him, but the administration had never been able to prove it. As a senior prank he managed to erect a chain link fence around the teacher parking lot in 35 minutes during a class period, then put up a huge sign on the highway that ran by the school proclaiming a one day only auction. And yet, at the time she had turned him down, trapped in another relationship that had gone nowhere. He looked at his watch, sighed, and told her he had to leave, his mother was having a bunch of people over for lunch before the big game, and he ought to be there. "It's for me, I guess, after all." "I'll walk out with you." It was unseasonably warm as they walked out into the sunlight, and he slipped his shades back down over his eyes. It seemed natural when he put his arm around her, pulling her close, smelling her hair. She pushed herself into him, laying her head on his shoulder, feeling his body. He was lean and hard, and she enjoyed it. They were at his dads' truck way to soon, standing there without saying anything. Finally he broke the silence, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. "Listen…I'll be here for another week. Can I call you?" "Sure." She gave him her number, and he gave her his. Again the silence, and finally he jingled the keys out of his pocket. "It was good to see you again." "Yeah. It was." She smiled, trying to keep the conflict inside her from spilling over. Ahh, what the hell! Leaning forward, she took his face into her hands, kissing him on the lips. First he was surprised, then he pulled her close, responding with urgency and desire, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She moaned against him, her body pressed into his, feeling the heat, the reaction. Quickly she looked around. They were in one of the back rows, next to the trees used as a visual barrier, between several trucks and large vans. In a flash she was on her knees, pulling out his hard cock. He gasped at her fast fingers, but with one large smile, she swallowed him whole. He almost cried out. It had been a long, long, long time since he had enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman, and the fact that he now had the pleasure of getting that company from one he had dreamed about, made it that much sweeter. Reaching down, he grasped her hair, guiding her slowly into the rhythm he liked. It should be said that Sarah was talented at the throat massage, taking him all the way down, swallowing him, then sliding him back up, her hands working his shaft and balls, the tongue flicking across the head, tickling the hole, flipping around the ridge. Her teeth teased him, dragged across the tender flesh, as she pulled him in and out, her whole body rocking back and forth as she sucked him off. Breathing failed him, and his knees almost buckled under the joy she gave him, sucking his cock as if her life depended on it. It was incredible, and he did not want it to end, but he knew that he could not hold out. He tried to slow her down, but she was not to be deterred, and much to soon he felt that familiar trembling in his balls. She felt it, too, and doubled her efforts. She heard him cry out as he busted his nut, shooting down her throat. Greedily she sucked it all down, milking his balls, swallowing it until he was dry. Reaching down, he pulled her back into his arms, kissing her long and hard. That surprised her. Her boyfriend never kissed her after she gave him head. Jason did not want to stop, and she could tell by the pleading look in his eyes. Finally she pulled back. "Easy tiger." "That was awesome." "How long did you say you were gonna be in town?" "Another week or so." "Why don't you call me." She tried to say it with as much sex-kitteness as she could muster, smiled again, kissed him again, then walked away, making sure to let her hips sway as much as possible without tripping. She knew he would call. He hadn't known that this many people could fit into his parents' house. But the place was packed, and popping at the seams. Actually, it was his parents, and the neighbors on both sides, one massive party. It was a combination welcome home/super bowl, which he was glad for. When the ball sailed across the big screen his parents had bought after his sister had left home for college last year, the attention turned from the battle of Fallujah to the battle for XXXIX. Walking outside, he cracked open his second beer, and took a long pull. Despite the reputation of the Corps, he had not become a heavy drinker during his time in. It had a lot to do with the fact that alcohol was hard to get in the places he had been, but also because he had become somewhat of a workout nut. And he had managed to resist the urge to start smoking or dipping, two very popular habits, so why not resist the drinking as well? It made him a more efficient killer, he always told his platoon sergeant. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the black cell phone, flipping it around in his fingers. Ahh, hell, why not? He dialed the number, and waited. "Hello?" "What are you doing?" "Couldn't wait, could ya?" "Don't play with me." He had to smile, but yeah, he was fucking horny. "You at your parents house?" "Yeah, where else?" "Want me to come by? I'm in full super bowl attire." "What's that?" "You'll see. Am I invited?" "What a stupid question." He shut the phone, and took another pull from his bottle. She was awfully eager, not at all the way he remembered her. His mother had pulled out the old yearbooks earlier, and he wandered over to the garden table, picking up the one from senior year. Flipping to the back page, he found her entry. She had signed it with the girly flourish that was her trademark back then. The caption was short, again apologizing for turning him down for prom, her phone number and email address, and an admonition that he was the hottest guy at Clarence High School. He had to smile at that one. They had first meet in eight grade, when his family had moved to the bedroom community from Dallas, brought about by his father taking a better job. He did not mind moving, he had not really been a big fan of Dallas, having been born in Wyoming. And from the day he had first laid eyes on the brunette, he had crushed, and crushed hard. He had watched her in a series of failing relationships with idiots, knowing that she was part of a clique that had been born here, would probably live here, and die here if nobody got them the hell out. It wasn't even the kind of crush that he could have been her friend, no. He wanted her to bad for that. All he could think about was being with her. They had made out once, both drunk at a party senior year. She had been dating somebody at the time, as had he, and they had both felt bad the next day. But his fire still burned. "Hey tiger." She walked out onto the porch, followed by his mother. He had to turn to look at her, and his eyes almost popped out. Earlier she had been in jeans, with simple black heels, and a winter jacket that had been a bit superfluous in the heat that had developed during the day. So apparently she had gone home, and gotten dressed up for the big game. Now she was in black boots that reached to her knees, with a black matching skirt that came half way down her thighs, and a white spaghetti strap top that let him know that she had not been done developing when they had walked the stage a couple of years ago. She looked damn good, and his body was already responding, cock hardening, mouth watering. Her brunette hair had still been wet from showering earlier, but now it had been blow dried, and styled away from her face. Damn good looking. They hugged again, and his mother made sure to tell Sarah all the things her son had been doing since he had left home. Jason groaned the way sons will when their mothers' brag on them, Sarah listened and awed the way that girls will, then offered to help inside for a second. Jason groaned again, but she pecked his check as she walked away, telling him to hold on just a second. Jason took another pull from his beer, breathing deep. Relax, he told himself. Be cool. A lot of people around. No need to bend her over the railing here and give it to her the way he wanted to. Just take your time, and do it right, he said. But he already knew that it was futile. His other brain was taking over. Looking behind himself, he saw his mother come back onto the deck, and walk up next to him. "Didn't you have a crush on her in high school?" "Mom!" "I'm just saying. You're a war hero now, that should work for you!" His mother would not let it go. He should have never told her. Shaking his head, he begged her to not say anything to Sarah. Finally he got her to promise, just as the girl walked back outside. "Upstairs." Jason kissed her lips in passing, took her hand, then led her upstairs into what used to be his room. His parents had since turned it into a guest room, but were so kind as to let him stay there during his time at home. All his furniture was gone, replaced by what he had to admit were more high-class items, with better taste and quality. And the bed was better. She commented on that as they sat down, and he laid back. "Sorry about my mother." "I've always liked your mom." "Not enough to go out with her son." He smiled, and she kissed him. "Does he know you are here?" "All he knows right now is that his team is down by three, and that if he drinks another beer, their chance of winning will go up." She kissed his lips, letting the feeling linger for a bit. "Don't worry about him." He pulled her down on top of him, and she slid her hand underneath his shirt, running it across his body. Her hand came to a ragged scar along the left side of his ribcage, and she sat up, pulling his shirt up. Looking down, it looked as if somebody had taken a knife, and cut him from the bottom rib halfway up his back and body. "What is that?" "A lucky shot from an RPG. Hit my track as me moved on An Nasaryha." He pushed her hand away. "That's what my mom was talking about, I got a purple heart for that one." Sitting up, he pulled his shirt all the way off. She sighed when his full body was revealed. It was clear that he spent a lot of time in the gym, or at least doing crunches and push-ups. Taking her hand, he traced it to another scar on the back of his right shoulder. "There I got shot in Fallujah. It actually grazed off my interceptor vest, went into the shoulder, tore out some muscle, and kept going. Anything else you want to know?" "You've been wounded twice?" "Two purple hearts. Give me twenty years, I'll be in the senate." She pushed him back down on to the bed, sliding on top, and started kissing him. Their hands slowly started to explore one another. She asked if it hurt, he laughed, sliding his hands to her breasts, and slowly rolling her nipples. She purred, and he pulled her top up over her head. He commented on how nice her breasts looked in the demi cup, and she asked him how long it had been since he had seen a nice set of tits. "Way to long. Lock the door." He watched as she shook her hips across the room, did what he had asked, then turned around. "You remember the fuck-me-boots I had in high school?" "Yeah. I told you that I would ask you to wear them on our wedding night." "Yup, those. I laughed at you. Well, so this is my way of making up for it." Slowly she walked towards him, her skirt slipping off her waist as she did so. The blue thong matched the blue bra, and he licked his lips. Damn she looked good. Dressed now in only black boots, blue thong, and blue bra, she crawled on top of him. Again they kissed, and again he felt her tits. "How big are these babies?" "36D." "Nice." Reaching around, he unclasped her bra. Apparently he had not been practicing in a while, as it took him a second. She didn't mind, she enjoyed his touch, and just kept kissing him. Finally it fell away, and he pulled her tits up. Sucking her nipples into his mouth, he bit them gently, rolling them with his tongue. Slowly he worked his way across her boobs, licking, sucking, kissing. She moaned with the attention she was receiving, as one hand slipped down her body, grabbing her full ass and squeezing it. "I apologize now, but this probably won't last very long." "Oh, just shut up and fuck me." Shoving her tongue into his mouth she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. Slowly she drew one leg up along his body, the soft suede of the boot dragging up his skin, driving him mad. She heard his belt unbuckle, pants get unzipped, then the condom wrapper tear. Lying on top of her, they kissed again, then he pulled her thong aside, and she felt him at her opening. "Take it." She whispered to him, and he responded by slamming forward, filling her all the way. She cried out as he slipped inside. His pace was hard and fast, and she held on tight for all she was worth. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, as he kissed her, biting her neck and nipples, driving his cock into her hard and fast. He seemed to be fucking her like a man possesses, and it felt damn good! Her breathing was fast and ragged, and she felt him shudder, trying to stop himself, but it was no good. She kissed his ear, nibbling it, encouraging him. "Go ahead baby, go ahead. Blow it, go ahead." That was all he needed. He bit into the sheets to keep from screaming, but she heard it anyway, felt his cock spasm against the condom, and felt it twitch in her. Squeezing him with her pussy, she kissed him softly, scratching his back. They were both breathing heavy, and it took him a second to push himself back up, high enough to kiss her on the face. "You are awesome." "Thank you, you are not to bad yourself." She returned the kiss, cuddling close to him. "Is this a one time thing?" "What do you think?" "That I don't want you to leave." "I won't." They kissed again, cuddling up close. He sat in the truck, looking across the lot, and made a small admission to himself. His father was a useful human being. He had not had what one might call a close relationship with the man for a long time, but when he had first gone to Afghanistan, that had started to change. His father had since become one of his most prolific letter partners, and the two had found common ground in service in the Marine Corps. Dad was a Vietnam Vet, and Jason was now glad for the man, and all the things he had taught him, even through their pain and anguish across the years. This was a case in point. Jason knew next to nothing about cars, short of the fact that they ran of internal combustion engines, which functioned on some kind of explosion in the engine. Good enough. His dad, on the other hand, was a car freak. So when Jason decided that it was finally time to spend some of all the damn money he had made and saved while being deployed, the two went down to a car dealership that another Rotary member owned, and started looking around. "Why not a Corvette?" "What are you going to do with a Corvette?" His dad almost laughed. "Drive really fast." "And kill yourself. No way. Your mom would have my head." "Ok. Fine. One of those new mustangs." "Those are so ugly." His dad shook his head. "OK. Fine! Damn! A big truck then!" Finally, he knew he had it this time. "What are you going to haul around?" "Holy shit, did I bleed all over Iraq so that I can buy a damn Civic?" "That would be a sensible car." Dad smiled at his son, then pointed across the massive lot that was the car dealership. "I was thinking that one right there." Serving Her Country "Really? That's good dad. You are pointing at several rows of cars, each about fifteen cars long. Could you narrow it down a bit?" "Smart ass." The old man threw a punch into his sons shoulder, which the young man easily absorbed as they walked towards the cars. Finally they stood in front of the black truck. Jason walked around it twice, looking at the tinted windows, shiny rims, and custom graphics. The bed was covered with some kind of stretched fabric that was also kind of shiny, and three antennas sat on the back of the trucks cab. "You know I don't know shit about this stuff." "Ford F-150 Harley Davidson Edition. To go with the bike you always wanted." "But don't have yet." "Got to start somewhere." "True." Jason walked around the truck again, then they slipped inside. "Markus told me that a guy bought it, along with all the custom shit, then his wife left him, and he had to ditch it all in a hurry, so he can give it to us for a good price." Jason nodded, looking around. He was trying to hold himself back, which was a hard thing to do. He knew he was young, had never bought a car before, inexperienced, and had way too much money. Which was why his father was here. And the man said it was ok. What more did he need? "Can I pay cash for it?" "Sure can." "I need insurance." "Already covered. Your mom knows some girl through her gym that got us a good deal. I paid for the first year already." "If you got all this extra money, why don't you slide some this way?" "You seem to be doing alright. I hear you are buying a new truck." They laughed, then headed over to the main building to do paperwork. "What are you doing?" "I was thinking about doing some homework for class, why, what are you doing?" "Well…I was calling to see if you wanted to go to dinner with me." And afterwards I'll try to get you to have sex with me in my new truck, he did not add. "I sure would. I haven't eaten yet." But I'll swallow your dick whole, she thought to herself. "Where do you want to go?" Between your legs, was his first instinct, but he throttled that one. "Whatever. I've seen all these new restaurants all over the place, I don't even know what's good. How about I pick you up, and on the way to your house, I'll find us a nice place." And try not to wreck as I think about your sweet pussy. "Ok. See you at seven?" Or right now, if you want to come fuck the taste out of my mouth again. "Sounds good." Seven? That was in two hours, what was he supposed to do until then, try to keep his hands to himself? So he went for a run, his second that day, did some push ups, and called some of his buddies. The whole battalion was on leave, and they all seemed to be having a good time, either spending time with wives and girlfriends, or trying to get laid back home, wherever it was. Two had already gotten married, and five had bought cars. All things their Platoon Sergeant had predicted. Finally it was time to get ready, so he took a shower, dressed, and walked out to the truck. His sister was standing by her car, which had once been his car, watching him come out. "Going on a date with Sarah?" "What's it to you?" "Her boyfriend is an asshole. Have fun." "Thanks." "But one thing…if she decides to go out with you again." "What's that?" "Normal people don't iron their jeans." "Whatever." He gave her the finger, climbed inside, and roared off down the street. "Nice ride." "You like it? I wanted a 'vette, but my dad advised against that." "Easy to get laid in a 'vette." She flashed her eyes at him, then flashed him with her skirt. Today it was strappy heels, a white skirt, and a pink tube top that seemed barely able to contain her ample bosom. His cock had twitched in his pants when she had opened the door, then gone to full hard on when she had hugged and kissed him. He had picked up flowers on the way over, and she ohh'ed and ahh'ed over them, and put them in water before going to grab her purse. Her mother had hugged him, expressed how thankful she was that he was home safe, then her dad had asked about it. Their church had sent a care package to the battalion at one point; he thanked them for that before she dragged him outside. They rolled down the road, him trying to act like he knew where he was going, but not really having any clue which of the brand restaurants to chose. The fact that the image of her black thong was burned in his mind did not help. Finally he saw a Longhorn Steakhouse, and a part of him seemed to remember that those tended to be dimly lit, so he pulled into the parking lot. They got a table almost instantly, slipping into a booth in the back. Sitting next to each other, they took a minute to get some serious make-out time in, before focusing on the menu. Their conversation came as easy as the kissing did, as well as the touching, both above and below the table. Her hand seemed to constantly be stroking his cock, until he had to get her to stop, or he would blow his load. She giggled, and then waited for their food to be served, before taking his hand and slipping it under the table. She had pulled her skirt up, hiding this fact through use of the tablecloth, and somehow had slipped out of her thong. His finger slipped right into her wet pussy, and she purred again, leaning against him, vibrating his neck with her voice. Slowly he began to rub her, up and down, tracing along her pussy, feeling it, teasing it. Inserting another finger, he slowly began to fuck her with them, flicking her clit when they drew back, then pushing it when they pushed back in. She let out a little gasp, wrapping one arm around him and squeezing tight, holding him close, biting into his shoulder now, then suddenly shuddering as a small orgasm washed over her body. Easing his fingers out of her, he tasted them, and smiled at her. They kissed long and, and during the rest of dinner she kept rubbing her naked leg against him, or teasing him with her exposed toes. It was driving him crazy, and he told her so. "I just have fun with you. I like hanging out with you." "I like hanging out with you, too. I tend to hang out with my wang out when I'm with you." They kissed again, and she giggled. He told her how beautiful she was when she did that, and she kissed him once more. "How come you never wrote?" "I did write, in boot camp. You never wrote me back." "You asked for a naked picture of me!" "Boot camp was rough." He frenched her, and all past sins were forgotten. "So what are we doing after dinner?" "Honestly?" "Yeah, honestly." "Well…I've been trying to think of a way to get you to have sex with me in my new truck." "Typical man." "But honest." "But honest." He finally got to pay, and they rose, walking out of the restaurant hand in hand. They were laughing, walking through the parking lot when the other two couples came towards them. Just like that the smile disappeared of Sarah's face, and Jason saw the color drain out of guy #2's face. Guy #1 had a similar reaction, but both girls seemed a bit confused. Sarah and Mark looked at each other for a second, then he kissed the girl he had his arm around, and waved his head to the row of cars, detaching from his little group. "I'll be right back. And hold that thought about your truck." She smiled at him, then walked over to were Mark was lighting a cigarette, something that she knew always calmed him down. "How long?" "She came in to get her car fixed a couple of weeks ago, right before Christmas." "That's like a month and a half." "Yeah. I'm sorry." He actually looked sorry. Well, so much for plan angry break up. "Well, I guess this is it then." She smiled, and they hugged. "Glad to see Jason made it through ok. He'll be better for you then I ever could be." "Don't be to hard on yourself. She's cute." They hugged again, then walked back to their new partners, and parted ways. "That was peaceful. I already had a plan for bitch slapping all four of them." There was a nervous energy about him, which somehow turned her on. "Forget it. So about your backseat…" He was pretty sure that he would never take this thing offroading, for one because he was not into that sort of thing, and secondly because the truck came from the manufacturer already lowered to the ground, something the previous owner had built upon with the enhanced engine, and additional half inch drop. But he managed to slowly roll down the farm road, and then turn into one of the access roads between rows and rows of something. He was not even sure what they were growing out here, but tonight it was perfect cover. They climbed into the back, and it was on. He slid her tube top over her head, left the skirt, let her pull his shirt off, pull his pants down, and swallow him whole. She worked it like the pro she was, up and down, hands on his balls and shaft, licking, sucking, swallowing, obscene noises filling the car, which only turned him on more. Seemed to truly enjoy it, which made the whole experience that much better. It took a lot of effort to stop her before he blew it, but he wanted this to last. Switching around, he lay her down on the seat, and slipped onto the floor. Pushing his head between her legs, he tried to remember the best way to do this. His mind failed him, overwhelmed by the sweet fragrance of her wetness, and he just dove in, his hands on her ass and tits. One finger pushed into her pussy, wiggled until it was nice and wet, then played with her ass, while the other hand rolled her nipples, massaging her tits. His tongue pushed into her, flicking around. He found her clit, teased it out from under its hood, and then went to work. With quick, strong flicks he tattooed her, working up and down, in and out, sucking it, nibbling it, his tongue fucking her, over and over, sliding in and out, working her. He found her G-spot, hit it with her tongue several times, and then went back to her clit. That built her rhythm, in and out, between the two, beating out a pattern she did not understand on her pleasure spot, taking her higher and higher. Several times she shook in orgasm, screaming out his name as her legs wrapped around his head, her fingers scratching his head. But he did not stop, until she begged, breathlessly. "Stop…stop, please…stop, you are killing me!" She tried to push his head away, and reluctantly he pulled back. He had rediscovered his love of eating pussy, and promised himself that he would be back. But for now he slid up her body, stopping off at the tits for a moment to suck and nibble, then sat on the bench next to her. She climbed on top, and within seconds, he was inside. She was kneeling on the bench, her tits in his face, and it was on now! Riding him like a bucking bronco, she fucked up and down on his hard stick, giving him her all, as she cried out and begged for more. Reaching up, he held her tits into his face, sucking, licking and biting. She screamed his name as she came again, then felt him cumming inside of her, pushing her over once more. Collapsing into him, they sat together, kissing, cuddling, holding each other tight. "You just keep getting better." "You are not to bad yourself." "Can I ask you something?" "Anything?" "Do you still have those boots?" "The leather ones?" "Yeah." "Yes, I do." "Those are so sexy." He kissed her forehead, tasting her sweet. "Not that those sandals are not sexy as well. They are. Very much so. I mean, I was hard as a rock all night. But those boots, I think they are my favorite." "Maybe I should wear them for you then." "I think you should." They kissed again, then he took her home. She asked if he wanted to come inside, and he decided why not. They were both in their twenties, grown up enough. Her parents were sitting in the living room watching some movie, and her father made a joke that it was fine for him to keep her out as long as he wanted. Jason laughed, because it seemed like the thing to do, then they went upstairs, and closed the door. It was only later that night, when they came up for air, having used up his last condom that he brought up what he had been wanting to ask all night. "I'm driving up to Lake Tahoe this weekend to see some buddies of mine from the Battalion, before I head back to Pendelton. I want you to come with me." She rolled over, looking into his eyes. "You trying to take me far away so that you can take advantage of me?" "Something like that." "How would you take advantage of me?" "Eat your pussy, make you wear lots of boots and high heels. I think I could develop a serious spanking fetish on that ass of yours. Can I say something?" "Sure." "You have a big ass. And I mean that as a complete compliment. You have a nice ass, as a beautiful ass, but I think big ass just say's it so much better." "Really?" "Yeah." "You are so sweet. I'll go with you." "Thank you. I might ask you to marry me." "What?" "Nothing. A joke. The last two times the battalion came back from deployment, all kinds of people come back and get married." He kissed her again, then dove down between her legs once more. She tried to fight it, but he was stronger, and again she had to muffle herself with a pillow as he ate her pussy. A hidden benefit to the truck was that he finally had enough room to take the last of his stuff out of his parents' house. He took a lot of the clothes to goodwill, sold some of his furniture to the neighbors' son who was going to college, then packed the rest into three trash bags, and slid it into the bed. His father helped him, a benefit to the fact that the man now tele-commuted three days out of the week. Which nicely coincided with the fact that his mother only worked a half-week. "So Sarah is going to Reno with you?" "Yeah." His dad smiled a knowing smile, rolling his wedding band on his finger. "You know that is how your mother and I got married." "What?" Jason stopped, turning to his father. "I thought you guys got married when you came back from your second tour, down at grandpa's church in Dallas." "That's what everybody thinks. But I guess I can tell you the truth now." His father took him inside, and pulled a small photo album out of a box in the master bedroom. Flipping it open, he showed his son a picture of six Marines, along with six girls. They were standing in a small chapel, the guys in uniform holding bottles of beer, the girls a mixed drink glass of some kind. "It was after my first tour. She had flown from Dallas out here to meet me in Cali when I came back. We drove back together, along with some buddies of mine, and some of her friends, and these girlfriends." He pointed out two girls. "And one stop was Vegas." "Vegas." "Yeah. We had been married over a year by the time we had our church wedding. If I died, I wanted her to get all the benefits. But I lived, so we never told anybody. Our parents would have been crushed." And still would be, he did not add. But he did not have to. Jason would keep his mouth shut. "Is this a coded way of giving approval?" "Jason, you are a man now. I know you are. A sergeant in our beloved Corps, it doesn't get any more grown up then that. You don't need my approval. You just be thoughtful in what you do." Ryan came from money, even though you could not tell by looking at him. In a strip club, he was the one throwing quarters on the stage, and punches at the bouncers. In combat, his primary form of motivation was loud strings of curse words at his Marines. And when he was with his girlfriend of seven years, it was only a matter of time before they had a loud screaming fight, slammed some doors, then made out, and basically got naked wherever they were, and had sex. Well, now wife of two weeks. "Congrats." Jason was trying to hug them both and look around the big apartment that Ryan's parents owned in the resort town. Several other Sergeants were there as well from their battalion, with their wives or girlfriends, and he had introduced Sarah to them all. The party had been in full swing by the time they got there, so they only dropped their stuff in the room assigned to them, then grabbed some drinks, and joined the festivities. Sarah listened to them swap stories, watching the easy camaraderie between the guys. The girls were all very friendly, and seemed happy that Jason had brought a girl. One was as blunt as to say that she was starting to be afraid he was gay. She assured them otherwise, and told stories from high school. Finally they found themselves alone, lying in the dark bedroom, trying to catch their breath. She could see him moving, the glistening sweat giving him away by the light of the stars falling through the window. "Are you having a good time?" "Let's see…the ride up here you finally let me suck your dick the way I want to…then you screwed my brains out at that rest stop…we get here and your friends are all super-nice, and I finally get to find out what you really did over there…then you fuck the taste out my mouth again, eat my pussy until I have to beg you to stop, and you are still awake five minutes after we get done. Yeah, I'd say I'm having a good time." "Smart ass." But he kissed her, cupping her tit, and squeezing it. She moaned into his kiss, and he slipped his tongue to her, which she hungrily sucked inside. "I have reservations at a nice restaurant that Ryan told me about here in town the day after tomorrow, you down for a date?" "You gonna ask me for a date after you screw my lights out?" "Seems like a good time, figure you'd be very receptive right now." "You plan on hitting a home run after the date?" "I plan on knocking it out the park." "You can take me wherever you want then, just bring your Louisville slugger." She grinned, and they kissed again. She was standing in the bathroom, trying to decide what to do with her hair when there was a knock on the door. She pushed it open with her elbow, and Maria slipped inside. The petite Mexican woman was the oldest amongst all the girls here, having been married to Lopez for four years now. Her and Sarah had instantly bonded, "You guys going on a date?" "Yeah, he said he had some special place picked out." "I warn you, that's how they get you." Maria laughed, and Sarah smiled. "If he asks, I'll say yes." She even surprised herself. "What?" "Well, you guys are all so happy. Look at Jackie and Adam, she said they knew each other for a week, and they have been happily married for over two years." "He has been gone most of those two years." "Still. I've known him for years, and I would say yes." Again she surprised herself. Maria stood, and hugged the younger girl. "Good luck." Slipping back out the door, she walked down the hallway, and into the living room. Jason was standing with Lopez and Ryan, watching ESPN on the big screen hanging over the fireplace. She gave them a thumbs up, and the boys high fived. It was in the bag. Now time to pop the question. She was glad that her mother had taught her to always pack something 'nice.' For women, the stand in 'nice' thing is the little black one, and she had one with her, along with matching heels, thong, and bra. This one was not actually a technically a little one, reaching almost to her knees, but he commented on it several times, and seemed unable to keep his hands off her. He looked nice himself, in khakis and a button down shirt, and she said so. They had a booth with a beautiful view, and once again sat next to each other. They seemed to be making out all through dinner, until finally the desert tray came. He ordered cheesecake for them, and she asked if he was trying to make her fat. "We'll split it. Come on, it's vacation. You know how long it's been since I've had cheesecake?" Serving Her Country She smiled, and they kissed again. Finally the sliver of heaven came, and he sliced the tip of it with his fork, slowly feeding it to her. She closed her eyes, letting the metal slide into her mouth, closing her lips around the tasteful morsel, and enjoying it. When she opened her eyes again, he was leaning down on her, softly kissing her lips. "I love you." "I love you, too." They kissed again, this time harder, his arms wrapping around her. When she pulled back, he had set a small black box next to the cake. She looked at him, his eyes starring back at her. "I'm not good with the romantic stuff, you know that. I'm still the kid asking for your naked picture, the kid that will spray paint your name on the side of a school trailer cause I'm crazy about you, the kid that slapped your ass with frogs paws in biology, the guy that wants to laugh with you for the rest of your life, who wants to make you happy, make you smile, give you whatever your heart desires. I don't promise a dream marriage. I deploy a lot, and I'm a grunt, so there is a chance of me getting hurt. I've never really been in a long term…" She put her finger on his lips, shutting him up. "Just shut up and kiss me, you fool. Of course I'll marry you." And they kissed. He had brought cash for this purpose, and just dropped a wad of bills onto the table, as they rushed to the truck, and back to the house. There was no time to show of the ring (everybody had already seen it anyway), and by the time they got to their bedroom, they were almost undressed anyway. She was on bottom, but this time she did not let him go down on her, grabbing his head, and pulling it up to her. He knew what she wanted, and reached for the condom. "Leave it." "You sure?" "I'm on the pill, so we won't have a kid. And I'm sure enough about the rest to marry you." She smiled warmly at him, and they lip locked. Then he took her, and she screamed his name in pleasure. He smiled, and was inside her in a flash. She screamed his name, his hips slamming into her with building ferocity, harder and harder. She clawed his back, her legs wrapped around him, her heels driving him deeper into her. She could not get enough; he could not give too much, lips locked, kissing, biting each other, sucking nipples, his hands mauling her tits, grabbing her ass. She moaned, moaning out loud, her eyes rolled back in her head as he screwed her for all he was worth. He felt her fingers draw blood on his back, and then just like that he exploded in her. There was no warning, his body simply surrendering to her allure. They both cried out, bodies intertwined in sweat and desire, panting, trying to hold on to the moment. Then they kissed, closing one chapter, and opening another. "He done went and did it." "I know you encouraged him." His wife kissed him, snuggling into his arms on his lap. "What do you think her parents are going to say?" Her husband returned the kiss, looking over at the last family portrait they had taken before he had gone off to boot camp. There was his son, goofy looking as ever. "Well, they always liked Jason, but I don't know if they liked him like that." "Yeah. What are we getting them as a gift?" "You need to stop spoiling your son." "Only got one." "Touché'." It was Reno, not Vegas, but it was still a honeymoon suite, even if they only had it for one night. They had already played with the massive Jacuzzi, trying to decide if the point was to bring the entire wedding party in for a massive orgy, or if it was meant as a lap pool. Then they had screwed on the bathroom counter, on the balcony, gone to dinner, come back, and finally took the time to look at each other. "Wife." "Husband." "That's so cool." "I like it." He sighed, looked at the clock, then told her he had to make a phone call. She gave him a questioning look, as he pulled out his cell phone. They had already called the 'rents, who else could there be? "My Platoon Sergeant." He kissed her, then stepped outside. And again she realized that she had a lot to learn about being a military wife. She watched him walk back and forth on the balcony. He was so sexy, she realized for the thousandth time that day, starting at the little chapel with all his friends. The ceremony had been short and sweet, followed by a quick lunch, then they had come here to start screwing like rabbits. But she was not yet done. With a wicked grin, she walked into the bedroom to prepare for her husbands return. Outside, Jason was laughing with Staff Sergeant Greer. Apparently him and Lt Worley had a pool going on how many of their Marines, and who, got married over leave. And with Jason solidly in the 'married' category, Staff Sergeant was a winner. That, and his team had won the super bowl, so he was in good spirits, telling him that the leave extension was no problem. Jason had planned on coming back before the end of block leave, so now he would just stay out as long as he had originally been authorized anyway. Closing the phone, he walked back inside. The couch was abandoned, and he wondered where his wife had gone. Walking into the dark bedroom, he saw her standing by the window, her body silhouetted by the lights of the city beyond. His breath caught, and she smiled. "I had a hunch, so I packed accordingly. Sit down." Her voice was low, like the purrs she let out when he was turning her own, and the only thing he could do was comply, dropping into the loveseat behind him. He watched, his pants bulging, as she slowly stalked across the room, the light from outside flashing on the leather. For a second he thought he might cream himself, then she was standing in front of him. He had not believed it at first, but she was wearing them. The leather fuck-me-boots from senior year, in all their glory, reaching up past her knees. Other then that, she was beautifully naked, and he had a hard time breathing. "I have a gift I haven't given you yet." Dropping to her knees, she pulled down his pants, and began to lick his cock like an ice cream cone. He was so hard it hurt, and he told her so. She purred, cooing over his massive shaft, sucking on it. Standing, she turned around, facing her ass towards him, then bent over. He moaned out, touching her ass, feeling the firm globes, sliding his fingers across her pussy. Again she purred like a satisfied kitty, and he slid his tongue into her pussy. His wife moaned out as he ate her, bent over before him, her hands on the floor, ass high in the air. He was diving into her pussy like a starving man eating his first meal in forever, tonguing her ass, eating her pussy, sucking her clit, fucking her with his tongue. She could only take it so long, then her legs almost failed her. He caught her, picking her up into his strong arms, and carrying her onto the bed. They kissed again, and he went to enter her, but she stopped him. "Not like that." She kissed him, and reached for something on the nightstand. "I have something special for my husband on his wedding night." Rolling onto her stomach, she beckoned him forward until he was lying on her back, and they kissed again. "I thought about what you said that day often. And I never had sex in these boots, even though there were others that asked. These are your boots." He pinched her nipples, his hard cock rubbing against her clit. She moaned, flexing her ass, and he felt it along his shaft. Biting into her neck, he got her to purr again. He loved that noise. "But I always envisioned something special. I always envisioned you taking my ass cherry when you did it." She looked at him, the question in her eyes. He looked back, his mind racing. He had never done it that way, only thought about it. And he had to admit; she looked fucking hot, lying on the bed like that, legs wide open, and those fucking boots driving him mad. And he loved her ass. He thought he might faint. Sliding the lube into her ass on his fingers, he kissed her back and legs, down across her ass, flicking her pussy with his tongue while he lubed her up. She purred and moaned, and he kept it up until her ass was glistening with lube. Stroking his aching cock, he lubed it up as well, then placed it at the opening of her ass. She reached back, and spread her ass open for him. He moaned out as he pushed against her. The resistance seemed insurmountable at first, but then suddenly she relaxed, and the head popped inside. She cried out, and he froze, but then realized that it was a scream of joy. Slowly, slowly, slowly he pushed the rest of himself into her. It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced, like fucking velvet vice grip. She was moaning like crazy now, grabbing the sheets, her knuckles white with intensity. She tried to say coherent words, but her brain was currently unavailable, due to sexual fireworks going off in her cortex and various other parts. Slowly he began to pump in and out, building a slowly rhythm with his deep, powerful thrusts. He leaned down, kissing her, knowing he would not last long. She was squeezing him with her ass, her hips bucking. Reaching down with one hand, he began to play with her pussy, flicking her clit. That really got her animated, and now she was just babbling, drooling into the sheets, her whole lower body shaking as orgasm after orgasm raced through her. Jason had to hold on, fearing he might get thrown off, and increased his pace. Again his body surprised him by the amount of cum he had left. Suddenly it burst forth from his penis, splashing inside her. Sarah cried out, screaming his name, as he roared like a lion atop his wife, shooting himself into her. Her parents took it better then he had dared hope for, his parents seemed positively over joyed. It was a snap to disenroll her from the local college, and call down to Pendelton to get her enrolled there. His Platoon Sergeant had even called base housing, so all he had to do was fax down his marriage certificate, and they got his BAH turned on so that he could get a house. Finally he had to leave, and they decided that he would go ahead, find a place, then she would move down. She was still at her parents house, so that is where they enjoyed their night together, before got up the next morning, enjoyed her one last time, then hit the road. He hated the next three weeks, separated from her. But he did catch a lucky break. A sergeant in weapons platoon had orders to Okinawa, so he was moving out of his apartment, which was only twenty minutes north of base, and located close to the local college, as well as several other places were Sarah could find a job. So Sergeant Santos arranged for Sergeant Fields to be able to just slide into his lease, and he called her with the good news. She told him her ass missed him, and what about the spankings he kept promising? She would be down that weekend. Lt Worley was more then understanding, and since the Battalion was not really doing anything, he let his Sergeants cut out early on Friday. By the time she got there with he parents, the place was clean and ready. As a wedding gift, her parents furnished the place, and he could not put in words how grateful he was. Her dad was just glad that his son insisted that his new wife went to school. Finally they were alone. His parents would come up next weekend, but now it was their first Sunday in their first apartment at the end of their first month of marriage. She cooked him dinner, and he was honestly surprised by her culinary skill, and he told her so. It did not hurt that she did it in the nude, dressed only in high heels. But it did almost burn when he bent her over the counter. So they lay together in their new bed, kissing each other, holding close, enjoying each other's body, exploring the spots they had missed the most. "Can I have your ass again?" "You gonna spank it?" "Turn it red." "Tell you what. You eat my pussy until I scream, and I'll let my studly husband sodomize me." "Your on." And he dove between her legs. She giggled out loud, wrapping her legs around him. Who would know that her new years resolution to be happy this year would come true this way? Serving Her Master This story was an assignment from my first Master. He asked me to write a fantasy of 24 hours with him. The warmth of the sun on her face woke Leslie to a new day. She opened her eyes and stretched like a cat. Then a thought jolted her into full consciousness. Today was the day! Instantly she felt her pussy come to life, and without thinking, her hand slid down to her clit. She was rewarded with a slippery wetness and began to lazily circle her finger around the little button as she pondered what the day held in store. She would spend the next 24 hours in the service of her Master. She glanced at the bedside clock. It was 7:30. Master had told her to expect a delivery at 8. She smiled and lay back, surrendering to the feeling of her fingers dancing on her clit. She knew better than to cum, though, so she varied the pressure on her nub, and teased a nipple with the other hand. Leslie was still new to this lifestyle. In fact, Master was her first Dom, but she had been amazed at how quickly he had tapped into her deepest desires. He seemed to know exactly what she needed for complete sexual satisfaction. She had never had such powerful orgasms. It seemed all she had to do was hear his voice, and her pussy – or more properly, his pussy -- obeyed. She was nervous about what the day would hold, but her excitement kept her fears at bay. She could trust him, she told herself. She had to have this – she was like a woman who had lived on hamburger who had now suddenly discovered prime rib. Her fingers were bringing her too close to cumming, so Leslie decided to get up and dress. Her delivery should arrive soon. A conservative, straitlaced teacher, Leslie's normal casual wardrobe would have been a basic tshirt and shorts, but as she was transforming into a slut, she felt the irresistible need to show herself to people. A delivery man would be a delicious target. He rang the doorbell a few minutes after eight. Leslie opened the door in a top that barely contained her 38DD breasts and a skirt that barely covered her ass. No panties, either. She had been hoping for a young, hot guy, but somehow she was more turned on at the middle-aged man ogling her. She smiled, took the box, tipped the guy and closed the door, leaving him bewildered on her doorstep. What had Master sent her? With trembling hands and dripping pussy she ripped open the box. There was the open-tip bra they had discussed! Juices flooded her pussy anew. There was also a set of nipple rings with little jewels connected by a thin chain. Thigh-high stockings with backseams, a small, clear butt plug and a pair of black platform shoes with what looked like ankle restraints. Leslie giggled..they were what she called "fuck me pumps." There was also a folded piece of paper. Leslie opened it and read: A driver will pick you up promptly at 10 AM. You are to wear the bra and clamps under your clothes. Wear your collar, a short skirt, stockings, and the shoes – but no panties. Carry the butt plug in your hand. You may use it to tease my pussy and clit in the car. Let the driver watch if he wants to. You may say hello and make small talk before you get in the car, but don't talk to him or make eye contact while you are in the car. You are my slut. I am just allowing him to see what is mine. I will see you when you get here. Master Leslie had barely noticed that her hand had gone back to her pussy as she read Master's note. Was there no end to the amount of wetness she could generate? Carry the butt plug? This was a stretch. One could get away with short skirts or heavy makeup without generating too much attention, but there was no mistaking what walking around with a butt plug in your hand meant. Could she do that? What if she put it in her purse? Master wouldn't have to know, would he? So far she had done nothing to deserve punishment. She loved pleasing Master, but she did wonder what punishments he would impose. Did she want to find out? Maybe he would withhold her orgasm. Or maybe he wouldn't let her suck his cock. She couldn't risk either of those. She would carry the butt plug, because Master told her to. He knew she needed to fully embrace her inner slut. That decided, she went to get ready. She showered, removing the hair from her legs and pussy, teasing her clit some more as she did. When her hair was dry and styled, she put on her makeup, heavier and sluttier than normal. She had picked up on the fact that Master liked his sluts to look like sluts, so she was extra heavy with the eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. She looked at herself, relieved that she wasn't going out in public like this. It would be hard enough to face the driver, but she would do it. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. At 40, she no longer had the body she'd had as a young woman. Her tits had begun to sag a little, and her belly was no longer flat. Still, she had to admit, she looked sexy. A healthy diet and sessions with a trainer were bringing back some muscle tone. Master had told her she was lovely and that's all she needed to know. The open-tip bra fit perfectly. It was smooth and left holes just big enough for her erect nipples to poke through. She slipped the rings over her nipples, and felt a jolt in her already sopping pussy. She chose a top that showed plenty of cleavage, but was loose enough to hide her nipple adornments -- mostly. The skirt she picked was short and black, hitting her at mid-thigh. She slid the stockings up her legs and loved the way the sheer fabric clung to her curves. A shoe freak, she was delighted with the pumps Master had chosen for her. The five-inch heels, platforms and ankle wraps were also unmistakably slutty. She added large earrings and checked her appearance once more. There was no doubt what she was dressed for. She had "FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM" written all over her. The doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes widened and her heart pounded as she realized the moment had arrived. She gathered her purse and the butt plug and opened the door. "Miss Jones?" The driver's mouth opened as he looked at the sight before him. Leslie could feel her face redden. "Y-y-y-es?" Her voice trembled under his gaze. He was young, tall, and incredibly handsome. Leslie could hardly meet his eyes. "Um, I'm here to pick you up." He was as flustered as she was. His eyes widened as he realized what she was holding in her hand. She jerked the butt plug behind her back and followed him dumbly to the limousine. Once inside, the young driver didn't try to make conversation. She was thankful for that. She was on the edge of freaking out, but her pussy had a mind of its own. She felt the wetness on the inside of her thighs, and without thinking, spread her legs and began to tease her clit with the plug. As Master had instructed, she didn't look up to see if the driver was watching. She had to stop. The last thing she wanted to do was to show up in front of Master after having an unauthorized orgasm. She moved slid the plug down to tease the entrance of her pussy, and pulled on the chain under her blouse with the other hand. She had no idea how long she'd been in the car or in what direction she was going, but she looked out the window as the car slowed. She was in a lovely neighborhood. Manicured lawns, swimming pools, sidewalks where mothers strolled their children and couples jogged along. The car turned into a circular driveway in front of a large traditional home. It reminded her of the house she had grown up in. A smile crept across her face as she thought that her home had never seen anything like what was inside this one. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Master standing in front of the door, wearing a dress shirt and suit pants. He was so handsome she could hardly believe he had chosen her. She fought the urge to jump out of the car and waited until her hunky young driver opened the door for her. He ogled her again as he offered his hand to help her out of the car, but now she only had eyes for her Master. She thanked the driver and walked toward the house. Master smiled as he took in her appearance. At 6'2", he towered over her, even with the extra five inches of heels. It added to his power over her. He took her hand and helped her up the steps, then claimed her lips with a kiss while his hand claimed her ass. After probing her mouth with his tongue, he released her, breathless. He led her into the house, into a large tile foyer. "Stop there," he commanded. "I see you have your butt plug. Good girl. We'll get to that in a moment. Put it on the table there." She placed the plug on its base. The clear acrylic made it look like a piece of sculpture. He walked a few steps away from her and turned back so he could fully admire her body. "Take that top off right now. I want to see my slut's tits in the gifts I bought." Leslie pulled the blouse over her head and dropped it on the floor. "Now, pull up that skirt. I want to see my pussy." She obeyed, holding the skirt up so he could see her bare pussy framed by the black stockings. "Excellent. Now lose the skirt." She slid the skirt off and stepped out of it. "And how is my pussy today? She could hardly speak. "It's on fire, Sir. I can hardly touch it. I think I woke up at an 8 and it's been there ever since." "Wonderful. You are such a good slut." "Thank you, Sir." Now, get on your knees and come over here and give me a proper hello." Leslie dropped to her knees and began to crawl. Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock and balls. She looked up into his eyes as she opened her mouth and slid his cock into her mouth. This was her favorite place to be – on her knees in front of her Master with her mouth full of cock. She bathed his cock in her saliva, sucking and licking like she was starving. She reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands. He pulled her hair back, holding it tightly in one hand. "Put your hands behind your back, slut. I didn't say you could touch my ass." Leslie obeyed at once. Master pulled her by the hair off his dick with an audible pop. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Mmmmm. Just look at you. Lipstick smeared all over your face mixed with my precum. What a fuck whore you are." He knew exactly the effect his words were having on her. She craved hearing such filthy things. She wanted to be a fuck whore – HIS fuck whore. "Whose fuck whore are you?" Damn! How did he do that? How did he read her mind? "Your fuck whore, Master." "Good. Now, go get your butt plug." He pulled her to her feet by the hair and smacked her ass as she walked to the table. She was still a little unsure about the plug. She didn't have much experience with anal play, but she was determined to at least try. She held the plug up to him with trembling fingers. "Are you nervous, little one?" He smiled at her trepidation. "Yes, sir." "Do you trust me?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Let's have some lunch." He led her to the dining room where a sumptuous meal was laid out for them. He liked her to be nearly naked while he remained dressed. Kept the balance of power where it should be. They ate, talking of life and other normal things. "Have you had enough? He asked. "Yes, sir. Thank you. It was delicious." "Are you ready for dessert?" The sound of his zipper left no doubt as to his meaning. Leslie immediately went around the table and dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth, and he began to fuck her mouth. His largeness quickly began to become too much for her but Master kept her nose to his pubic hair until she began to gag. He released her hair and allowed her to work his cock with her hands and mouth. She tried to take more of him down her throat but gagged each time. Most of the men she had been with had just been happy that that she was willing to suck their cocks, so they had allowed her to run the show. The performer in her loved that, but she had a deep need to have her mouth used as a fuck hole and cum depository. She hoped Master would allow her to drink his cum this time. "Easy, little one," he said, and he once more pulled her off his cock. "Turn around and present your ass to me." Disappointed, Leslie did as she was told, turning around. He reached down between her legs, running a finger along her sopping slit. "My pussy is pleased to be touched by her Master, I see." "Yes, Sir." The sensations coursing through her body were exquisite. The chain connecting the rings on her nipples swayed seductively. He concentrated on her clit until she began to squeal. "Are you at a 9?" "Yes sir." "Ok good. Let's begin." He took the butt plug and ran it along her slit, spreading her wetness from one end to the other. She felt the cold sensation of lube on her asshole as he worked a finger around the opening. Se flinched. SMACK! He spanked her ass. "Be still!" His voice was insistent. "Yes, sir." She lowered her head, submitting to his desires. He worked the plug in her pussy, causing her to begin pumping her hips. "You fuck slut. You'll take anything in that hole, won't you? He replaced the plug with two fingers, and slowly began to work the plug into Leslie's ass. She couldn't decide whether it felt good or painful... After a few gentle tries it popped into place. Leslie squealed. "Relax." He said. "Put your head on the floor." She complied, feeling nastier by the moment. Master continued to work the plug in and out of her ass while teasing her clit. "Don't you dare cum," He warned. POW! He smacked her ass again. The feelings in her body were overwhelming, from the nipples being tugged by the rings to the plug in her ass to Master's fingers in her cunt, that Leslie couldn't take it any more. She was very close to cumming so she tried to squirm away. SMACK, SMACK! "Where the fuck are you going? You're about to cum, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir." "I know my pussy. You just take what I give you, and do not cum." Suddenly, she felt him move away. She glanced back to see him standing over her, slowly removing his shirt. "Have you ever been fucked with something in your ass? "No, Sir," she answered, immediately feeling fear and excitement. She looked back again and Master had removed his pants and boxers. He knelt down behind her and once again began working the plug in and out. Her ass had relaxed some, and now she began to understand how anal sex could be pleasurable. She felt the hardness of his cock as he slid it up and down her slit. "Is my whore ready to be fucked?" "Yes, sir." "Tell me," "I'm ready to be fucked, sir." "Who's ready?" "Your whore, sir." "That's a good slut," he said as he rammed his cock to the balls in her cunt. Leslie had never felt something so incredible. She was stuffed with cock and she could feel the butt plug rubbing against the thin membrane separating the two holes. Master continued pounding her pussy and smacking her ass, pausing to fuck her ass with the plug. "Are you ready to cum?" "Yes, please!" "Manners, my litle slut." "Please sir, may I cum?" He reached around her and flicked her clit. "Cum now." Immediately she began screaming and bucking her hips in a mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever. He didn't slow his pace, continuing to pound her pussy as her spasms subsided. The intensity was overwhelming Leslie and she wondered if she would pass out. Soon she felt another orgasm rising inside her as Master fucked her hard. She was just getting into a rhythm when he pulled out. She looked back at him in surprise. Master chuckled. "You love being stuffed with cock, don't you?" "Yes, sir," she whimpered. He got up and came around her, his hard cock bobbing in her face. "Well, let's stuff your mouth. Lick your juices off my cock." One of the side benefits of this relationship was that Leslie had realized she loved the taste of her own – now her Master's – pussy. She eagerly licked his cock and balls like an ice cream cone. "Reach around and fuck your ass with the plug," he commanded. She did as he told her, hardly believing she had come to this. It was so far from her normal, boring life, but she didn't want to be anywhere else, her mouth stuffed with cock and her ass stuffed with a plug. "How bad do you want my cum?" he asked. "Oh, more than anything, Sir!" He began to take control from her and fuck her mouth "Do you want it in your mouth or on your tits? "Please sir, in my mouth." "Well, you have been a very good slut today. You even took the plug like a good whore. I will reward you." "Thank you, Sir!" "Ok, then, open your mouth wide." He grabbed her head in both hands and went at her face relentlessly. She gagged a few times, and he was considerate enough to let her catch her breath before continuing the assault. He reached down and pulled on the chain connected to her nipples, sending more waves of pleasure through her body. Soon he grunted and unloaded a massive load of cum into Leslie's eager mouth. She vacuum locked on his cock and milked every last drop until he began to soften and she released him. Her tongue snaked out to catch a bit of cum that had escaped the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, Sir. Your cum is delicious." "That's my good little cocksucking slut." "Now, my little slut, stand up so that I can look at your tits. We've been a little preoccupied, and my nipples have been neglected." Leslie stood, her open nipples level with his stomach. She pushed her breasts forward, encased in the bra, the chain dangling heavily between them, and looked up into his blue eyes. He smiled. "I like the bra, little one, but that's for outside," he said. "Inside, I want to see my slut's tits bare." He removed the clamps and she took off the bra and dropped it to the floor. "Much better," he said taking a heavy breast in his hand and pulling it up to his mouth. He sucked hungrily on first one nipple then pulled the other up to meet it. He sucked on the other one until both breasts were covered in his saliva. Leslie let her head fall back and let a moan escape her lips. He pulled back and began to flick a nipple with the hard end of his tongue. Hew knew it was her favorite sensation. "Look at me," he commanded. She lifted her head and their eyes locked as he continued to tongue her nipples. "Stroke my clit, but do not cum." Her hand went automatically to her cunt, where her hand was immediately covered in her juices. She scissored her clit with her first two fingers. He knew she was capable of orgasming just from breast stimulation, and wanted to tease her further. "Where are you?" She was so lost in the sensations flooding her body that she didn't hear him. Her breathing was ragged and she was softly whimpering. He raised his voice slightly. "Answer me! Where are you?" "Cl-cl-close to a 9, s-s-sir." "Then slow down. Breathe. Control yourself." She struggled to breathe deeply and calm her pounding pulse. It was hard not to just give in and ride the waves of pleasure. But Master was teaching her the power of orgasm control and she wanted to please Master more than anything. As her breathing returned to normal, Master returned the clamps to her nipples. "We are going out for dinner, little one, but not til later. Would you like to go swimming?" "Yes, Sir, that sounds delightful." He took her by the hand and led her out to the backyard. The pool was built to look like a natural part of the landscape, complete with rock formation and waterfall. Leslie loved to be naked in the sun. Its warmth added to the sensuousness of the situation. They walked to the steps leading into the water, and he instructed her to sit on the edge of the pool while he waded into the waist-deep water. Serving Her "Go on," she smiled, nodded to her shining thighs. "Get to it." "Of course." He kissed her neck, sank down to the familiar, muskiness of her vulva, plunging his tongue between her labia to find their secretions running together, lapping at their mingled, bitter, saltiness with enthusiasm. He lapped and licked and sucked at her with just enough pressure to make Mimi moan and push herself against his face, her hand knotting into his hair. She left behind her usual verbosity, replaced her tender words and sharper ministrations with sighs and moans and the continuing rhythm of her grinding hips. Sven had to grab her hard to stop her thrashing when her orgasm came and he felt her spasm slickly against his mouth. He grinned and nibbled her thigh, made her giggle and purr. "Good, sugar?" he settled on her thigh, kissed the skin tenderly. Mimi nodded, smiling down at him full of the realisation that there was nothing else she wanted, that she was completely happy. Speechless-inducing good, she thought, That's how good. Eventually, came out with, "Yes." Mimi's hand moved across her forehead to flop into the pillows then she brushed the hair from his face. "Good?" she asked. He crawled up to kiss her on the mouth, held her close for a long time. Mimi hummed and crackled with happiness inside, knew that she'd never love a person like she did him. She touched the tender space on his neck where she'd bitten his neck. "You know," she said, "That's going to mark." "Good." Sven sighed. "You should probably mark your possessions." Mimi laughed. She was stroking his arm as the talked, their bodies pressed together. "Wake me later. We can spend all of tomorrow morning in bed." "What if you wake up first?" "Then I'll wake you." Mimi smiled. "How?" he asked. "Surprise." Mimi sat up, headed towards the bathroom. "You'll just have to wait and see." Mimi kept her promise. Sven realised this at just after nine thirty when quite from nowhere the sting of what turned out to be a long, plastic ruler pulled him from sleep. "Guten Morgen, my lovely." Mimi planted a cup of coffee on the table and finished with a kiss on Sven's cheek. "Shit." He rolled over, looked at her sleepily a knot of incoherent alarm coming from him Eventually, it straightened out and became words that were not fogged with sleep. "That fucking hurt." He moaned a little then laughed. "Good morning." He answered. "Awake now?" Mimi looked down at him, blew on her own steaming cup. "Mm-hm." He spoke into the pillow then rolled over. "Yes." "Good." She met his mouth again, watched as he rearranged the covers over himself. "Sorry." She set her cup on the nightstand. "I couldn't resist. You'd kicked off the covers and your bum was right there." "Where did you find that ruler?" he nodded to the thin strip of acetate Mimi had left on the side table. "Dumping ground." She said, referring to their tiny broom cupboard come office. "In with my art stuff. I'd totally forgotten I had it." "Until now." He said. Mimi couldn't figure out whether he was pleased about it or not. "Until now." She smiled, grabbed it off the side-table, arcing it up and down with delighted menace. "So swishy." "Ugh. That's the surprise, isn't it?" Mimi grinned, masked the fact that she'd promised the surprise on the spur of the moment and had no idea how she was going to wake him until the very moment she remembered the ruler. She hadn't been lying about his backside, though, or how irresistible he'd looked sleeping. The jolt of shock he'd made when she hit him would certainly be stashed in her alone time playlist for many months afterward. "I was thinking in the night about what you said yesterday." Sven said. Mimi looked up at him, frowned. "What?" "About having to be quiet." "Oh." She answered, surprised that he had remembered. "How come?" "Now you mention it, I think it's true and I think it applies to guys as well." Mimi nodded, pensive. "Hah. I had to do a fair bit of reconditioning with you." She kissed his cheek. "So many men feel so angry and sad about their sexualities or they simply don't know." "Oh, no." Sven said. "I knew, alright. That's why I felt bad. Like I had to grow some balls and be a man." "Hmm." Mimi hugged him, settled her head against his shoulder. "Strongest man I know." She rubbed his belly with tender reassurance. "You know that never gets old." Sven said, He closed his eyes and let the crackle of delight skate across his shoulders, glitter in his chest. "I never thought it could be real." Mimi said nothing, smiled in response, too embarrassed to reply and sure that whatever she did say wouldn't be enough - couldn't communicate the swell of love she felt for him. Her hands curled into his side, to his warm skin beneath the covers in the hope that actions would speak for her. "I mean it." He said, kissing her hair. "You always have my back." "Always." She said. "And your bum." Sven laughed, "I was trying to be cute, Mimi and you made it dirty." "Of course." She said, kissed him hard, looked down at his naked body. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" "No." He chuckled. "It's smarting but in a good way." Mimi sighed. "I probably should have picked something else I was just too excited." "Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. That's so cute." "You're blushing." Mimi teased. "I know." Sven said. "I never really felt like I was that appealing until...you know..." Mimi raised an eyebrow, urged him to speak. "What?" "Until you." He sighed. "Until you I was scared to say anything." Mimi said. "I was too embarrassed, too scared I'd be laughed at for being romantic." "Don't say that." "It's true. I never really saw it growing up then one day when I was older, much older, I saw this couple. They must have been in their sixties easily, in a bar one night. Two men." She explained, her eyes fixed on the middle distance like she was back there already, smoke in her eyes and glasses clinking. "One was dark, the other blond and the dark guy leant in and kissed his lover like I had never seen two people kiss each other before. I never once saw my parents kiss like that. I mean, they pecked each other on the cheek but never like this, never like they actually cared. This couple stunned me. I think I literally had my mouth open and I could feel my heart jump. I thought, 'So, adult people can be romantic.' Which sounds crazy now but I never felt like I could have that or show that. I was scared and then-" she kissed him, her hand in his as though she were still trying to check after all this time that she did love him and that he loved her. "Then I wasn't anymore." "I'm still a bit scared of that ruler, though." He laughed. "A little." "Silly." Mimi sat up. "You know I once heard this woman on a documentary talk about why she was a sadist. It was very nineties, I can't remember how I got it - the internet probably - but she said she had so much love inside of her that it came out as pain. That she ached for love and to give love with such strength that causing pain was the strongest, clearest way she could prove it." Sven nodded slowly, smiled at her makeup smeared face. "I have never heard it put like that before." Mimi nodded, "It's always stayed with me. It's like it physically hurts, how much I love you and that's what I'd hide." She shrugged. "I hide my emotions because they were so often too loud, too dramatic, too inconvenient for others." Sven sighed, rubbed her arm. "Fuck other people, Mimi. It's your life." "No. I know." She answered, her voice rolling into a frustrated drawl. "I know. In my logical mind I know that, it's just," she hesitated, not entirely sure how to explain. "It takes a long while to get over." "Sounds familiar." Sven smiled, pulled her back down into the covers next to him. "Am I going to get the ruler, then?" "If you're lucky." Mimi laughed. "It's a pretty hot thought. I may have fingered myself a little." "You started without me?" he frowned, "Rude." Mimi laughed again, pushed herself against him. "Didn't finish, though." "Oh." "That's your job." She said, her thighs conceding to his pressing fingers. "But not yet." She grabbed his wrist, willed herself to pull backwards. "You know what my favourite thing is?" she asked. "Ahhh." Sven sighed., the noise twisted out of him, a long rope of frustration laid out ready for him to hang himself upon. He grimaced, wondered why she always asked him those damn rhetorical questions. "Don't ask me stuff like this because the answer could be pancakes or it could be fisting or it could be shoes or getting a manicure or dogs." Mimi shook her head, raked her fingers through her hair as she got out of bed. "Well, I was actually going to make a sex request but all of those things are good. Just not now." She pulled on a fresh pair of underwear, added a thin camisole on top. "Come and make me a fresh cup of coffee." She said. "This one's gone cold." Mimi raised her mug, snatched up the ruler as she bounded out of the room. Sven didn't mention that it still looked warm or that feint trails of steam rose off it. Instead, he watched her move, her hair flicking behind her. "Don't get dressed. You're fine as you are." Sven grinned, "Of course you'd make me be naked." "Of course." * * * "Anything else?" Sven set the cup on the dining table and pulled a chair out for himself, was stopped short by a flick of the ruler across his knuckles. It hurt more than he'd expected. "No." Mimi said. She stood up and beckoned him nearer. "No chair for you. Come here." She gestured to the space in front of her with a flick of her wrist, the clear plastic rushing through the air. "On your knees. You can be a footstool while I drink." "Yes, Ma'am." Sven said, the request taking him by surprise. He knelt, felt the join between the floorboards cut across his knees. "This is new." "Since when does furniture speak?" Mimi pushed him in the ribs with a playful wiggle of her toes, smirked down at him with amused impatience. Sven took a breath, made to apologise then cut short drawing another laugh from Mimi. "Nearly had you there didn't I?" she sighed. Sven said nothing. "Much better." She blew on her coffee. It was dark and bitter and sent a pleasant caffeinated kick whirling around her which was good but not quite as good as the endorphin kick she got from the novelty of having Sven underfoot. Mimi watched him settle onto all fours and bow his head sweetly. Today would be a good day, she was sure of it. "You just need to learn to be quiet sometimes." She said. "All that rush and hustle at work. All those late nights." She mused, "Sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up." Sven tried hard not to smile. Wasn't sure if human furniture should smile or not and so, focused intently on the floor. She was right, of course, like she always was; able to tell just what was needed before he could. He remained silent and centred on the feel of her feet that were cold, like they always were, and pressed into his flattened back. He remembered watching his mother teach his sister how her back must be flat if she was to pass the auditions for the Ballet du Grand Théâtre in Geneva. Now, in a perverse twist of coincidence, he faced an audition of his own. He stretched down, anthromorphic, before flattening himself against the soothing pressure of her feet. Mimi stayed quiet. Let the noises from the street filter through the windows and settle around them. The pipes ticked and rushed but the building was quieter than usual. Everyone, it seemed, was doing the same, spinning out Saturday morning with lie ins and long breakfasts. Or, Mimi thought, similar. She doubted very much that there were many other women in the building using their fiancé as a footstool. But, maybe she was wrong, and everyone was at it; Perhaps Tara Nelson in 3C could throw a bullwhip like a pro and darling Mrs. Kettner was a Goddess when it came to needle play. She hid her smile behind her mug, took a gulp of the bitter liquid. "That gym time you're getting is doing you good." Mimi dug her foot into the raised knot of flesh and muscle that was beginning to rise up where the deltoid met the trapezius. "Move out, lie on your back so I can rest my feet on your chest." Wordless, Sven obliged, turning over and lying close to the chair on which she was sat, presenting himself to her. "Do you miss it?" she asked, looking down at him, her feet running over his chest, catching the hair. "The farm." Sven hesitated, looked up at her like he wasn't sure if it was a trick question or not until Mimi nodded her approval. "Sometimes." He said, his voice cracking with sleep. "If I've had a bad day, I think about the way the damp earth smells and the quiet and cool of the cellars. But If I've had a good day, I think of the boredom and how the nearest bar not filled with old guys is at least a half an hour drive away." Mimi laughed, ran her foot gently over his chest. "And what will you think of today?" He reached out for her trailing feet, ran his hands over her calves. "Today," he began, "I am very happy to stay on the floor or wherever else you'd like me." "Right answer." Mimi pushed her cup away, porcelain rushing over the wood. "Now stand up. I've had a brilliant idea." Sven stood, looked down at Mimi. "Are you winging this?" he asked. "I thought I told you not to ask questions?" she said. "Don't. I'll do what I want and you'll do what I want." "Of course." "Did you have fun last night?" she asked, pulled her chair to the side so she could lean against the edge of the table, her cheek cupped in her palm. "Yes, of course I did." "How's your dick this morning or, should I say, my dick? I know you had a little morning wood earlier. Everything okay?" "Fine." He laughed. "Your dick is just great." "Good." Mimi smiled, ran the ruler through her fingers, flipped it over. "I want you to put your dick on the table. Just rest yourself right on the edge." He voice lilted up into a bright sing-song. "You'll probably have to bend your knees." "Aw." Sven pulled a face. "On the table." "You're going to hit me." "On the table." "But-" "Table." He obliged like he knew he would, inevitable but it was always better he felt to go down at least trying to fight. Plus, he knew that she liked it when things were difficult for him. This task was no exception, he was a good distance from the table-top and as predicted had to bend his knees awkwardly to balance his member on the scarred wood. Mimi giggled and leapt from the chair, bouncing like an excited child for whom Christmas had arrived early. She scooped up her cup and kissed Sven on the cheek. "I'm just going to get a refill. Stay as you are." "My legs are going to burn like this." Mimi nodded. "That's exactly why I want you to do it, sweetness. You'll do that for me won't you?" She put the pot back on the counter, gave him the gentlest look she could muster. Sven said nothing, laughed and nodded where there should have been words. Much to his irritation and perpetual embarrassment, she still had the power to turn him into a churlish, bungling schoolboy with an arch of her eyebrow and the softening tone of her voice. He did not know how much porn he'd watched wherein dominatrices were booming harridans but he was sure that nothing was quite so potent as Mimi and her sweet, soft cooing, all razors dipped in honey. He centred himself again, focused on the swarm of insects that had taken up residence in his chest and seemed to be sending an inconvenient amount of blood southwards. Fuck. "I asked you a question." Mimi sipped and watched, tipped the ruler from side to side in her hand. "Yes, Ma'am." Sven said. "Of course I will." Mimi smiled, sauntered back over to the table. "Nice to see you're so enthusiastic about this." She said, the corner of the plastic implement trailing delicately over his skin. She dropped the ruler parallel to him, poked at his length with a single finger, pressing it into the table. Her free hand rubbed his back gently and she kissed his arm. "Disappointing." She whispered, knew the comment would roll right into the animal part of his brain that was so fond of being humiliated. "As ever, you don't quite measure up." He mewled in response, like the word had been a knife that had cut just a little too close. Sven exhaled, swallowed as Mimi kissed him on the mouth, her fingers running over his cock. "You know what I was wondering?" she asked, the question pattering like raindrops onto his lips. Sven shook his head. "No, Ma'am." "I was wondering if this ruler really was shatterproof?" "Oh." He said, words receding and the great, primal bellow of need roared up in its place, rushing out in a breath. "Shall we find out?" Sven realised that she had switched the ruler and was rubbing it over his backside, reawakening the earlier swat. He felt as though every cell in him remembered and yearned for a repeat performance, like he too, was desperate to prove his love with pain. The thin plastic trailed like silk against his skin, soothing and pleasant until it disconnected then flickered back, biting at the yielding flesh. He grunted, grabbed the table. "Nope." Mimi giggled. "Hands behind your back now." She rubbed the reddening flesh, kissed him again, her mouth harder this time, her tongue pushing his lips apart, making him brace himself awkwardly against the table. She said nothing, didn't need to because Sven knew all too well what was coming as she ran the plastic over his chest in gentle movements then pulled away and poised herself, watched him try to prepare for the swat across the hardening flesh. He moaned when it didn't. "Patience." She smiled. "Such a greedy pain-slut, aren't you?" the ruler ran over his cheek, sent an impulse jolting right between his thighs. Sven said nothing. "Aren't you?" she repeated. "Yes, Ma'am." He said. "I'm a greedy pain-slut." "My slut." "Your slut." "Good boy." Mimi smiled. Her reaction made Sven glow inside; there was nothing else he yearned for quite as much as her approval; not just to be a good boy but her good boy. That was the difference; Her. Every. Single. Time. The dominatrices of his youth paled in comparison to her love. "You look nervous." She laughed. "Can you blame me?" "No." Mimi kissed his neck, wrapped her arms around his waist, breathed him in. "I can blame you for this, though." She said, her hand pulling his to the wetness between her thighs. "I'll take it." He whispered, turned and kissed her on the mouth. "I didn't say you could stand up." "Yeah, but my legs." "You're being a pouty baby, sugar." Mimi stroked his cheek. "Dick back on the table." She watched him do it, arranging himself despite the ache. "Good boy." Without warning, she brought the implement rushing down against his cock and laughed as he tried desperately to flinch as little as possible. She repeated the action, delighting in the way he jerked and mewled and tried so very, very hard. After a while she stopped, stepped back to admire the reddened flesh and his heaving chest. The look on his face made her want to push him right between her legs, have him lap up every drop of damp that he'd inspired. "How's your dick?" she asked. Sven burst into frustrated laughter, gave her a long look. "I love you." He breathed. Mimi felt it happen then, that tiny snap, the moment where he would be adorably, perfectly submissive and send her rushing towards him. Her hands pressed into him and he met her half way, anticipating her. They staggered backward awkwardly, melted backward onto the floor in a tangle of fingers and limbs. Despite the rising urgency of their passion, Mimi stopped him again, her mouth pressed against his ear. Serving Her "You didn't answer my question." She laughed. "What?" he frowned at her. "Your dick." She whispered, her hand curling around it, rubbing. She let him pull her close, suck at her neck. "You should let me see it. Make sure you're not injured." "Do I seem fucking injured?" Sven pulled her top over her head, left it on the floor. "Keep that tone up and you will be." She laughed, nibbled his lip. "I still haven't broken that ruler on you yet." She pushed the hair from his eyes, kissed him. "I still haven't broken you." "Is that what you want?" he asked, desire spiking up. "Nothing gets me wetter." Mimi said. The words snaked over his skin, seemed to tug right between his thighs. "You should let me take a look." Mimi pushed him down, her hands flat against his chest. She stepped out of her underwear, threw them at him. He breathed in her scent then tossed them aside, watched as she crawled back over him. "Come back to bed." She whispered, "Let me kiss it better." * * * "You know, this is getting difficult." Sven whispered. "Uncomfortably so." "Good." Mimi smiled up at him. "It's meant to. Now be a darling and reach me some of those tinned peaches. Just one can; they're too high for me." She added a bunch of coriander to her basket, watched as Sven reached up, wincing as he moved. "There." He smiled. "Anything else?" "No. I think that's it." She said. "We can go and grab a coffee if you like." He laughed, "If I like?" he sighed. "You're doing this on purpose, Mimi." "Now what, exactly, would make you think I'd do that?" she teased, her voice full of mock nonchalance. "The fact I have this plug in and you like it when I'm..." "What?" she looked up from reading the small print on a box, dropped it into the basket. " Aching?" "You said you'd-" he blushed, looked around. Whenever they took things outside of the bedroom his was sure the entire damn world knew about it. About him. Sven felt like he may as well have had submissive tattooed across his forehead. Of course, people didn't know; to passers by they looked like any other couple buying groceries on a Saturday. "Go on," Mimi pressed him, not even trying to hide the smile that was spreading across her face. "What?" "You said you'd ... you know." Sven looked nervously at the woman next to him who was picking out tomatoes from a crate and trying to placate a screaming toddler at the same time. Mimi walked ahead, looked around at him as he followed. "You said you'd make it better and right now it is very much worse." "I said kiss not make. Do you want chilli for dinner?" she asked "Fuck, Amanda, I don't care about chilli." "Maybe chicken, then?" she said. "I..." "What?" Mimi smirked, "You hate me." Sven said nothing and Mimi watched delighted, utterly thrilled as he balled his fists and beneath the 5 o'clock shadow on his cheek, his jaw flexed. "Sugar pie," she sighed, "I'm going to take my sweet, sweet time and there's nothing you can do about it." * * * Mimi reached the junction opposite Fforde Street just as the light turned red and smiled. "Looks like fate is on my side today. Plenty of traffic, plenty of red lights. It's taken us a while to get home." "Stop it." Sven said. His right thigh bounced nervously and he looked over at her. "You are so bad, Mimi." "I know you love it really." She checked her mirror and moved across the road, pulled into the garage under their building and cut the engine. "I know all this suffering really makes you happy. I know it nourishes you like it feeds me." She stroked his cheek, kissed him on the mouth. "If you bring up the bags then I'll fuck you. Pull that plug out nice and slow, wouldn't you like that?" "Oh, God, yes." He drawled. "Baby, yes I would." His fingers pressed into the heavy wool of her coat. "I love doing things for you." "Well, then." Mimi grabbed her bag, "Get going." She opened the door and set off ahead with the door keys in her hand, Sven watching her all the way to the lift. As the doors closed on her, she gave him a little wave. At the fifth floor the doors opened and Jane Cooper stepped in, her white hair piled like candyfloss onto her head. "Morning, dear." She smiled. "Morning, Mrs C. How are you?" "Good, thank you. Just returning this to Andre." The older woman nodded to the bright blue casserole dish she was cradling in her small, thin arms with such gusto it seemed to Mimi that they would snap right in half. "Do you know him?" Mimi nodded, well aware of Andre Fernandez and his legendary dinner parties. "Yeah, Cuban guy in 9A. We've been to a couple of his dinners. He's an amazing cook." "So I hear. Where's that fiancé of yours? At work?" Mimi shook her head. "No, he's just bringing the shopping up from the car." "My," she cooed. "You do have him well trained. There'd have to be some kind of natural disaster before I got Harold off the sofa helping like that." Mimi smiled, despite herself, "I'm very lucky, he's pretty great in that aspect." "He is." Jane cooper smiled. "Well, maybe I'll see you soon. Send him my best." Mimi nodded, watched Mrs Cooper totter down the corridor, her frail old body swamped in a blue sweater. "I shall." She called. Mimi pulled out the door key, propped it half open with a shoe and sighed to herself. She kicked off her shoes and opened up the email program on her laptop. "Here." There was a rumble of the elevator doors opening and Sven pushed the front door open, dumped the bags he was carrying in the kitchen. "Do you want me to unpack them?" "Please." Mimi nodded. "Shut the door behind you." Sven bolted the door as asked and tried not to focus on the all too familiar tension in his gut. He'd been on edge all day simply waiting for something, anything she'd give him and typically, Mimi had taken advantage of it. "Madeline Vionnet says she can do the wedding cake." Mimi looked up from her laptop. "That's vaguely weird, I know but-" she shrugged. "We could always just use someone else." Sven shook his head. "I think that's water under the bridge, don't worry." He smiled. "Small village, things like that are going to happen. We're not eighteen anymore and she's the best baker in a fifty mile radius as far as I'm concerned." "Oh, really?" Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Well, you can't bake your own wedding cake, can you?" Sven kissed her on the temple then went back to unpacking groceries. "Anyway, right now, you're geographically far more than 50 miles from Rivaz." "Nicely saved." Mimi said. "Nearly." "Aw, fuck, I'm going to pay for that, aren't I?" he looked out from behind the fridge door. "Saying my high school girlfriend cooks better than you." "Probably." Mimi leant back in the chair. "It's a low blow but I'll take it." She turned in the chair and watched him unpack the bags; organising and lining up, making sure things were neat as was his way. Mimi watched him happily, noticing how the plug was making him move with careful, considered steps that slowed him, leant to him a slight, nervous tension. Anticipation was half the fun. Soon enough anticipation gave way to a great, thundering need within her and she walked behind him, pressed her cheek to the warmth of his back. He turned in her grip and kissed her, held her tight against him. "Please." He whispered. "I've been waiting all morning." "I know." She said. "And such a good boy you've been, too." "Thank you." He said. "You look so calm today." She said. "Are you okay? Happy?" He nodded. "Never better." "Back to bed then?" she said. "You have some more things to do." She pulled him across the creaking floorboards, their hands knotted together. Sven was pulling at the buttons on her shirt with his free hand and pushed open the bedroom door with the other. Mimi's arms laced through his, pulling up his shirt, opening up the zipper on the old jeans he'd pulled on earlier. She dragged him down onto the bed. "Fuck." He smiled, felt the plug shift awkwardly in his ass. "Oh, babe, you have to get this out." "I love it when you beg." She said. "Ask again." "Please take the plug out of my ass." "Ma'am." Mimi corrected him; let his t-shirt fall to the floor. "Ma'am." "That's it." Her mouth met his; her hand ran over his back. "Ask nicely; please, Ma'am, may you take the plug from my boy-cunt?" "Please, Ma'am, Mimi, light of my life, may you take the plug from my boy cunt?" he repeated, the words melting over her shoulder in a long, desperate breath. She lay out, looked up at him. "No." she smiled. "Now take your jeans and underwear and socks off." Her hands landed flat on his chest and he moved backward, yielding to her. "And come and lie down." "Please." Sven sighed. "Why not?" "You're being a whiny little piglet." She laughed, pulled off her own clothes. Mimi pulled back the covers and patted the space next to her. "Come and lie down." She repeated. Sven did as he was asked, sighing happily as Mimi pressed herself against him, pulled the cover over them. "Isn't this good?" she sighed, rubbing his thigh. "I could lie like this all afternoon." "Will we?" "You're far too rushed, sweetie." Mimi chided. "So often, we rush into sex and don't take the time to just feel one another. Just feel each other close." Her hand edged higher and for a blissful moment Sven was sure she'd grab his throbbing erection but, as was her way, she brushed past it, let out a giggle when he moaned with frustration. "Is it hard for you, baby?" Sven nodded, his face pushed into the pillow. "I love how you get so little when you get submissive." Mimi said, cradling him against her. "My alpha dog goes into puppy mode." Sven blushed. "Don't." "Are you embarrassed?" "Yep." "You shouldn't be." Mimi shook her head, pushed her hair from her face. "It's cute." "Thank you." He said. "It's just, I'm nearly twice your size and-" "What?" Mimi rolled her eyes. "Big boys don't cry or show any kind of emotion at all." "Something like that." He said. "I have such trouble deprogramming." "Well, you're safe here." She stroked his cheek, bent forward and kissed him on the mouth with soft tenderness. "You're always safe with me, baby." "Thank you." "You shouldn't thank me." She said, vaguely sad that he felt he had to. "We're a team, you and I, remember that. We look after each other." "Always." He smiled, kissed her again then settled, his cheek against her breasts. "Can I just stay here all afternoon?" "With the boobs?" she laughed. "I'm afraid not." "Why?" he said. "What are you planning to do to me?" "I expect you to fuck me." Mimi said. "You're not the only one who was distracted today." "Really?" Mimi nodded, sank back under the covers with him, her hand curling around his erection. "Ask again." She said. "Ask me to take the plug out of you." "Have you changed your mind?" "Ask and find out." Mimi kissed his shoulder. "Go on." "Please Ma'am," Sven began, "Please would you take the plug out of my boy cunt?" "Fuck me first." Mimi said, her body desperate for him like every nerve, every fibre was filled with an electric current. "If you're good enough, attentive enough then maybe - just maybe - I'll think about it." "Yes, Ma'am." He shifted against her, pulling her close and kissing her hard so that the breaths stuttered heavy between them. His erection was pressed against her thigh as he paced himself, his fingers moved upward between her wet folds entering her yielding body with deft familiarity. "Like this?" Mimi nodded, grabbing him again with unvarnished need, her hands raking through his hair as their mouths met in a ravenous kiss. Sven moved his fingers, let her body devour his desperate length with one slick move of her hips. He shifted his weight, felt his body grip at the plug, the pressure becoming deliciously unbearable as he moved against Mimi quicker at first then slower in just the way she liked so that she sighed and pawed at his shoulder, her arm around his neck. Sven wasn't quite sure how it happened so fast but it was clear Mimi had been just as turned on as he was because soon enough, she was writhing under him, orgasm wracking through her, expletives oozing against his neck. "Ask again." She sighed. "Ask." "It could take all afternoon at this rate." He moaned. "Please." She laughed darkly at him, nodded, their bodies still tangled together. "Don't be a brat, baby. Ask again." "I am so fucking hard, I can't hold this." Mimi wrapped her legs around his hips. Squeezed hard, delighted in the way he nuzzled against her. "Of course you can, baby." She ran her thumb over his cheek, kissed him. "For me you always do." Sven sighed, breathed in her smell, felt her warmth in the afternoon light and tried so very hard to focus. "Please, Ma'am." He began. "May you?" Mimi curled her hand around his neck, ran her fingers through the curling hairs at his nape, kissed his shoulder. "Sweet boy," she sighed, "serve me and maybe I will. Maybe I will." Serving Him Ch. 01 You are kneeling blindfolded in a room, waiting for me to return, it's not cold but you shiver, your skin is pricked, you can feel goose bumps, particularly in your inner thigh, your sides and around your nipples. You keep your hands clenched together behind your back, trying to maintain the perfect posture, because you know today is special, and you don't want to disappoint me. At the same time you are terrified at what is about to happen, you wonder whether you are truly ready, but you know I will be there to stroke your hair and cuddle you afterwards. The carpet feels rough and unfamiliar; it's a hotel room, which just adds to the strangeness of the situation. You vaguely know the layout of the room, bed to your right, arm chair to your left facing you and bed, and a mini bar in the corner. On the other side of the bed is the bathroom. On the bed are laid out all the toys and equipment we occasionally use to play, except the most important one, which is the collar around your neck. You can feel its weight, and the coldness of the steel where it has been off your skin for too long. but over the weeks and months it has come to feel like security, the surety of knowing that I am close at hand to watch over my little one. The door opens, it creaks for what seems an eternity, and two sets of footsteps come into the room, you are relieved, having worried that perhaps Master would test you further by bringing a group to play with and use you. You feel a tug on your chain and you stand, knowing that you are going to be inspected by the new party. You feel my hands spreading you, bending you, prodding you, and you begin to blush, knowing that someone is seeing your most intimates without you ever having seen any of them, it is silent, and you wonder at the lack of talking. You feel my hands leave you, and you hear footsteps move away from you, towards the bar, the clink of ice into a glass, and the swish of a liquid, and you hear someone seat themselves in the armchair. You feel another tug on your chain, pulling you into the middle of the room, in good view of the arm chair, and you wonder what is happening, you are scared, but know that I am here, but the blindfold makes it so much harder, not being able to read my expression, see reassurance in my eyes. You are pushed to the ground, and spread, and for the first time you feel the strangers hands on you and are amazed to feel them so soft, pressing your legs apart, and then you feel a gentle tongue probing between your lips, searching out your clitoris a lock of hair falls onto your leg, and you realise the reason for the soft hands, the gentle manner, I've brought not a man back to use you, but a woman. You are shocked, you draw in a breath, confused as to why I would choose a woman, you draw away from her on impulse, and feel a swift slap to your face and a not so gentle bite on your clit. You hear me get out of the chair, and come to sit with your head in my lap, stroking you. She continues down the other end, you struggle a little at first, not sure that you want a woman down there, uncertain of what I am thinking, and blushing because, when it comes down to it, she is doing a very good job. Long slow licks followed by gentle sucking and flicking is beginning to take its toll on you, and you are beginning to squirm a little again, though this time for different reasons. I bend down to kiss you, and that is enough to make you let go of your fear and trust me, we share a long deep kiss, and as I draw away you let a soft groan escape you, your lips just open as she begins to work you more and more. You are starting to breath heavily, you are no longer embarrassed, and one hand is tangled in her hair as the other grips mine as hard as you can, you are approaching orgasm, pushing your hips up to meet her, and as you get close you whisper at first, then louder ask me, 'Please Sir may I cum,' you hear my laugh, and I say yes, letting you explode as she works you with her mouth. When it has subsided, she goes to the bathroom for a moment, and you feel your way towards me, crawling into my lap, kissing me on the cheek and saying thank you, knowing that tonight has so much more to come, I hold you tight, stroking your hair and telling you that you are a "Good girl." Serving Him Ch. 02 I kiss you on the cheek, and then go to make another drink, leaving you at her mercy again. She catches you looking at her and smiles, telling you to face the wall, as you turn you see her take something from a table on the side. She starts by spitting in your ass, telling you that you should know better than to look at your betters, to keep your eyes down unless asked. You are trembling, unsure of what she is going to do, and unsure of whether you want her hands on you again, you can feel her spit dribbling down your crack, then you feel her push something small, and rough into your ass, and laugh. At first you feel nothing, and you wonder why she is laughing, what is going to come next, but then you start to feel a slight sting, a burning. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realise she must have put something that burns in your ass. Roughly she shoves two fingers deep into your pussy, wiggles them around and then thrusts them unceremoniously into your mouth. You feel humiliated, and you wonder what I am thinking as I watch her use you. The pain is starting to build now, but she tells you that if you make any noise it will get worse. You hold it in, but you are starting to feel the burn increasing, spreading, and while it hurts it also makes you start to drip pussy juice knowing that to this woman you are nothing but a worthless toy to play with and humiliate. She tells you to turn around, and all you can see is her ass and pussy facing you, you can smell her, and you can see that using you has made her glisten, she tells you to ask to clean her ass. Again you feel so embarrassed, cheeks red, you look over her body to me, our eyes lock, and you know that I am watching and fully aware of how she is using you. You know she is using you as I want her to, and thus you have to obey. Cheeks red you stammer "May I clean your ass?" She turns around and viciously slaps you three times, hard as she can, then she says "Ask again slut." Dazed, this time you remember your manners "Please may I clean your ass Mam?" she nods and you slowly lower your tongue down, disgusted by what you are doing, knowing that even though you have been given the order it is actually you who is making you do it, knowing that this is what you want and how you want to be treated. You can taste her stale sweat, and her ass, you nearly gag, but then you feel a her hand holding your head closer, pushing your tongue into her, you try to go lower, trying to lick pussy instead, but she tells you "Uh uh uh, ass only slut, that's all you are good for." You feel humiliated, and used, and a few tears begin to prick your eyes, as you hear her use the vibe to get closer to orgasm, you can see me watching over her back, and you wonder why I don't intervene, why I'm not using my little fuck-toy, why I'm letting this bitch humiliate you. She is beginning to rock backwards and forwards, moaning, begging me for permission to cum, you feel so jealous that she is allowed to call me Master as well, but you don't dare stop with your tongue. You see me nod my head, and she pulls away from you slightly, arching up and she squirts pussy juice all over your face, holding the vibe, trying to force out as much as possible onto you. You are shocked, and disgusted, and you begin to silently cry as her cunt juice drips off your face. She stands up, laughs at you, and I send her to the bathroom to clean herself up. I come over, holding you to my chest, telling you that I am so proud of you, and that, as a reward for your good behaviour I have something special for you. You feel a warm glow begin to bubble inside you, wondering what surprise I have, and I tell you to go to the bathroom, have a quick shower, then come back and it will be ready for you. You have the shower, giddy with excitement, but also happy that I have let you wash everything off your face, and out of your hair. You guiltily steal a quick rub while you soap yourself, knowing that you will eventually own up to it, but feeling delicious all the same. You get out, towel yourself, and mentally prepare yourself for coming back into the room, you adjust the collar around your neck, and you feel a certain sense of pride that I have seen fit to reward you. When you come back into the room, she is tied, and bound across a chair, I smile at you, and handing you an ice cold glass of water, say "Revenge is a dish best served cold......" leading you by the hand to the table with toys and implements on it, observing dryly that the whip might be a nice place to start........