0 comments/ 22792 views/ 1 favorites That's My Girl Ch. 01 By: wordmad I gulped. He'd finally given me a command I wasn't sure I could fulfill. But it was my duty, my privilege to try. "We're going to the club tonight," He said. "And there I want you to find a woman who attracts you. We're going to bring her back to our house and then you're going to top her." "Sir," I whispered softly. "This one is pleased to fulfill your command. But may I ask why you wish this?" He pulled me to Him, grabbing my breasts with His hands. "Because I do. Should that not be sufficient reason?" He asked sternly. I nodded, my eyes downcast. "Over my knee, slut," He said, sitting on the couch. "You are welcome to ask questions, but when you doubt I have your best interests at heart, I must correct that." I slipped my jeans down - no underwear, of course; that was one of the first things to go when Master and I entered into this relationship several months ago - and prostrated myself over his legs. The shirt went too. I was clad only in my black lace bra. He reached down, caressed my buttocks a moment, then delivered a ringing open-handed slap. "Now count." He commanded. "One." *slap* "Two" *slap* "Three" *slap* "Four." *slap* "Five." He caressed the burning hand-marks, and I wriggled as I felt moisture gather between my legs. *slap* "Six, Sir." "Seven." A caress. Then another slap. Tears filled my eyes as the pain warred with the pleasure and the fear that I'd disappointed Him. "Eight." He plunged his fingers briefly into my sex, which was dripping moisture. He slid them quickly in and out. I knew if I cried out, He would stop what He was doing - both the spanking and the fingers - and I again warred with myself as to what I wanted. I slid iron control over myself. The fingers moved out. *slap* "Nine, Sir." *slap* "Ten." With that He stood me up and unfastened His pants, where His cock stood proudly. With a gesture, He motioned for me to straddle Him. I told Him long ago that position had bad memories from childhood attached to it, but He commanded me to do it, reframing it for the good. Now I love that. I slid my jeans all the way off and quickly impaled myself on His cock. I love His cock - the hard member that slides so easily into my begging pussy, filling it, pushing His caring and strength into me. I love sucking it after He's fucked me, giving Him pleasure, tasting our combined passion on his length. "Ride me," He commanded, closing His eyes in pleasure. I did, undulating my hips over His, whimpering as I felt His cock move over all the hot, sweet surfaces of my pussy. Then, pumping my hips up and down, I moaned frantically. His hands came up and first caressed my breasts through the lace, then each took a nipple and twisted hard. A wordless scream left my lips as the resulting mix of pleasure and pain sent a lightning bolt to my pussy. His mouth came up, then, and plundered my breasts - He knows so well what drives me over the edge. His breath felt scalding hot as the cups of my bra were yanked down and His lips danced over my pale skin. "Ooooh, fuck," I groaned. "Oh, that's so good. Yesss..." His cock pounded hard into me and I moaned as I felt myself nearing orgasm. Apparently, He sensed my need as well, because He commanded me to get on my hands and knees in front of Him and suck Him off. Nearly whimpering in desperation, a combined need to come myself and a craving to pleasure Him, I obeyed. My hands quickly found their destination, and the lips soon followed. My mouth loves the feeling of Him there - His hardness moving over my lips, igniting them into a fury of need, my tongue, the roof of my mouth, all loving Him, His pleasure, and the ability to give Him pleasure. My tongue slipped slickly around the tip of his penis, then I took the whole of Him in my mouth, sucking firmly, moving my tongue around the rest as I did. Feeling His hands smoothing my red hair, I looked up at Him. I knew He loved to see the pleasure in my eyes as I sucked His cock. Seeing the hot need in His eyes, I unintentionally groaned, which sent Him over the edge. His cock spat its cream in my mouth, and I hungrily swallowed it all. "Mmmmm," He said softly. "You are wonderful. Now about tonight - I only have two commands. You will allow yourself to be fully dominant over this one we will find. And two - no matter what you do to this girl, you will not come until I say." He watched with a mischievous smile in His eyes as I gulped, clamping control over my white-hot desires, and nodded. "Let's go get ready." That's My Girl Ch. 02 We stood at the entrance to the club, and the doorman glanced quickly at us, then motioned for us to enter. I had one of my favorite outfits - one my friends who don't know the real me would faint if they saw. Glancing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror to my left, I smiled. The curves of my C-cup breasts peek out between the plunging neckline of the black leather vest, nothing underneath. The front was joined together with silver chains, which accentuate my ivory skin. Black studded bracelets adorn both wrists. A black, tight patent leather skirt barely covers my ass, and just barely covers the elastic at the top of my red fishnet stockings. Black lace-up knee-high boots bring me to nearly the same height as Master. My curly hair is up in a tousled ponytail. He always looks so good. The girls - and some of the guys - always follow him with their eyes when He walks in. Black leather pants, not snug but not loose, frame his trim hips. He wears an ice-blue silk shirt, open low, and it accentuates His eyes. His bald head is always a punctuation mark in a crowd. Blue eyes meet green and we smile. We find a table. It's time to look. "How about that one?" Master says, pointing to a blonde at a table across the club from us. My eyes rake her up and down - curvy, filling out her black patent leather dress nicely, hair tumbling down her back. She held a half-full martini in one hand as she looked down at the dancers below. "Not bad, but blondes have never done it for me," I replied. "Plus, she must like olives. I hate olives." Master chuckled. "How about that one?" He pointed. A woman who looked part-Asian was dancing in the middle of the floor in a backless black shirt and red leather skirt. The clunky combat boots she wore were an ironic contrast to her slight build. "I'm not fat, I know, but I'd HURT her," I said. "Too tiny." Jerking His head to His right, indicating a beautiful black woman, "Her?" I pondered. "She is beautiful, but I think she's a solid domme, from what I've heard." He sighed. "Would you trust me for this moment?" He asked. Eyes wide in surprise, I said, "I'd hoped you'd know the answer to that by now, Master. Of course." "Then you go dance for a little bit. I'll come find you, and I may have a surprise for you." So I did. Moving down the stairs to the bottom floor, I found a place near the center of the floor, where the bass could nearly physically move you, and the laser lights rocketing around the center drew fascinating patterns in the dry-ice-induced fog above. I let the club beats fill my system and began to move to the rhythms - rhythms that echoed heartbeats and driving sex and falling whips. It alone was enough to stoke the fire of my need even more. I watched the girls in cages above me gyrate and I smiled. I was still nervous about the evening's ultimate command, but I was ready. After the fourth song, I saw Master coming through the crowd. My eyes stopped on the curvy black-haired nymph beside him. She was clad in a silver catsuit that hid absolutely nothing from the imagination - her breasts were bountiful, and it was either cold for her or she was as excited as I was. Was this the one for the evening, I wondered? "There you are," He said. "One of my friends offered the use of his slave for the evening. I thought she might interest you. Does she meet with your approval?" Her eyes were downcast in an angle oh-so-familiar to me. I saw how easily the training took over, but I also saw a spark of - lust? defiance? need? - in her eyes. I knew then this was the one I wanted. I nodded. "She has never been with a woman," Master informed me. "Her Master thought this would be excellent further training." "Come here," I said to her. "Dance with me." The two of us moved in natural sync, and after a handful more songs, I was hot and ready to go home. Master looked across the club from his table and I saw Him mouth "Are you ready?" I nodded. The three of us headed out to the car, and I smiled wickedly. I still had no idea why Master wished this, but I was definitely ready to try. That's My Girl Ch. 03 I smiled as I watched Master and my slave walk up the porch ahead of me. My first idea had struck on the way home. "Master, I need your help for my first plan," I said. "Would you do that for me?" "Your wish is my command," He said. "I'm sweaty from dancing," I said. "I need a shower. I would like you to take my slut to the bathroom, have her undress, tie her hands above her head to the showerhead, facing outward, and make her wait for me." He nodded. "Come," He commanded the black-haired beauty. She followed. I took my time, stopping in the bedroom to undress and to grab a few things from the box of sex toys we kept there. Stepping into the bathroom, I saw her prepared as I'd described. Master had seated Himself on the toilet, lid down, holding down the front row seat. I smiled at Him as I leaned over to start the water, deliberately sticking my face into her snatch. I blew on it and hid an inner smile as I heard her moan. Still saying nothing, I spread her lips with my hands and began eating her out. I'd never done it, but certainly had seen it on enough porn videos to have a general idea. Laying my tongue flat, I took several licks like an ice cream cone. I felt her moisture gather on my tongue, a warm, sweet-salt taste. I then hardened my tongue and took a couple hard jabs at her sex, smiling to myself as I felt her hips twitch toward my face. I flitted my tongue over her clit, then licked a long, slow trail up her body, over her smooth outer lips, over her belly button, to the cleft beneath her generous breasts. I detoured quickly to each nipple, laving them briefly, loving the wave of power that swept over me as I began to drive her mad. I nipped her neck and jaw, then planted a soft kiss on her full, bee-stung lips. "That was the fun part," I said sternly as I stood back from her, watching as her nipples hardened from the varied stimulus. Reaching over, I grabbed a waterproof vibrator from the shelf next to me. I turned it on medium-speed, and pressing my body against hers, slid the bright purple toy into her. "This is the command. You will not speak until I say and you will not come until I say. You will not drop this toy, or there will be punishment. Understand?" She nodded. Back to the shower, I let the water run over my hair, soaking it. I began to lather it up, gathering it in a messy bun on top of my head. I leaned my head back and let the water begin to rinse my hair as I caressed my breasts. My hands moved slickly-smooth over the wet surfaces. I caressed my chest, my stomach, my hips, slid my hands around to cup my own buttocks briefly. I ran a hand through my own pussy, feeling its wetness. But mindful of the command I had not to come, I did not long linger there. Again I heard an intake of breath from the woman behind me. Taking the shower nozzle from its mount, I leaned forward, intentionally shoving my bum up at her, giving her a view of my own moist cunt. I rinsed the underside of my hair, then with a quick motion, flung it back over my head, splattering her with moisture. "Those gasps," I said as I turned, "sound perilously close to speech. Don't you think, Master?" He nodded. "Whatever will I do with a sub that pushes the line like this? Dear me." I reached down, turned the water spray speed to massage, and focused the spray on her pussy. Her dark eyes grew big as the water made its unrelenting assault, adding to the vibrator's own attack. My own unrelenting gaze held hers, daring her to break a command. I was impressed. She was strong and controlled. Though she bit her lip, she did not speak, no tremor evidenced an orgasm, the vibrator stayed in place. I did notice small muscles in her lower stomach flexing to keep it there. With a wicked smile, I leaned forward and bit the hard nipple of her right breast. Another intake of breath. I rolled it around with my tongue, then bit again. I reached up and twisted her left nipple hard. An uncontrolled yelp burst from her lips. "Please!" she gasped. "Ah, ah ah..." I said, shaking my finger. "Naughty slut. You spoke." I reached up and untied the knots holding her in place. She rubbed her hands briefly, then, with eyes offering proper respect, she waited quietly for my next order. "That means punishment. Leave the vibrator in you - I do not release you from that command. Do not drop it. Go to the bedroom, second door on your right, and wait in presentation position. I will be in briefly to deal with you," I said. "Yes, Mistress," she said quietly. I turned to Master as she left, looking at Him wonderingly. "This intrigues me," I said. "I am pleased to see this side of you, my dear," He said. "Don't forget - you are to let yourself be fully dominant." An unexpectedly devilish smile crossed my face. "Oh, I will." That's My Girl Ch. 04 Having dried myself off in the bathroom and quickly brushed my hair, I walked into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. I felt her eyes follow me as I gathered some things from the box. She was meek as I put her hands behind her back with leather restraints. I slipped a ball gag into her mouth, watching out of curiosity, because it was one thing that had always bothered me. She took it, her lips spreading around the bright red ball in her mouth. Tilting my head sideways in consideration, I went to the box once more and brought out a set of nipple clamps. My hands shook slightly as I spread them, placed them on, and tightened them down. My own pussy grew wetter, knowing what a beautiful bit of pleasure-pain that was. My head moved of its own accord, my mouth moving to lick the tips of the nipples that showed just beyond the tight clamps. She likewise unconsciously tossed her head back and pushed her chest into my mouth. "Oh, beautiful," I said softly. I pulled upward on the chain that held the clamps, biting down a smile of my own as she writhed against them. "Too much like me," I thought. "But it is not time for play yet," I said sternly. "There is still punishment for speaking in the shower. My whip, please." Master handed it to me, His eyes intent. She'd gotten down on hands and knees, knowing what was expected. I didn't know, though, what to expect. I knew how hard of blows to give myself, I knew how Master could nearly make me come with His variety of blows, and she'd probably gotten whipped by her own Master. But I'd never done it to someone else. Taking a deep breath, remembering my own command, I landed a smart blow on her buttocks. Then another. I counted ten blows before I stopped. I trailed the strands over the pink skin, smiling inwardly as I saw her writhe up into it. Then I snapped another blow, harder. Then the strands. Another blow. Strands. I kept alternating until I was hitting at nearly my full strength and I saw her nearly frantic with need. I knew that place she was in - where pleasure and pain got so mixed up you can't tell one from the other and you don't know what you want, you just want more. The wave of power that swept over me as I realized I had brought her to this point nearly took my breath away, and also swept another powerful wave of arousal over me. My eyes met Master's, and He smiled, reading the astonishment there. I reached down and undid the gag and the restraints. I also slid out the vibrator. "Lay on your back," I commanded. "You may speak as well." I knelt on all fours between her legs and dove into her pussy, lapping frantically at the warm wetness. If I couldn't come, I was determined to drive her as crazy as me. I bit at her clit which was engorged and standing out. She moaned frantically. I flicked it with my tongue, then circled it. I plunged down beneath to her sex and began fucking her with my fingers as I reached up and pulled on the chains. I felt the resulting wave of wetness on my fingers. "Ask me," I said. "Ask me to come." "Please!" she wailed. "Ohgodpleaseletmecome, pleasemistress, please, please..." I slid one finger lower and slid it into her ass I said, "Come for me. Now." With a shriek, she did. I felt her pussy muscles ripple around my fingers and her hips arch off the floor. "Yes, yes, yessss!" she cried out. A wave of triumph swept over me. The power nearly made me drunk. To take another person - another woman, especially - to that place, that place of loss of control and freedom and madness and sweetness that I knew like she knew ... Goddess. "Hands down to your pussy," I said after a few moments. "Rub them. Keep yourself wet." I stood and went back to the box. I grabbed a blindfold and something Master and I had never had opportunity to play with. Her eyes got wide with surprise when I turned around, showing the bobbing strap-on cock between my legs. Master, sitting on the bed, grinned at me. "Love," He said. "I think you forgot one part." He reached into the box and got the tiny vibrator that went behind the cock. I gave Him a mixed glare and smile and slid it to its place. "Now, slut," I said - " and for tonight you are my slut - suck me. Suck this cock, and know that you're going to get filled again. I bet you're hungry for cock." She knelt in front of me, her mouth sliding over the flesh-colored penis. Though I could not feel it, I could see it, and the sight of those full lips sliding over it, along with the vibrations of the tiny vibrator, were driving me mad. Her eyes closed with the bliss of another who loves cock in her mouth. I couldn't help it. My eyes begged Master for a reprieve soon. His eyes calmly met mine and He made a "carry on" motion. I pushed her mouth off my strap-on cock and gave her a hungry kiss as I put the blindfold on. She responded in kind, and our tongues were soon dueling. Wrenching myself away, I ordered her on all fours. Slightly clumsy at first, I slid the cock into its wet and waiting receptacle. She moaned as I did so, and my eyes were begging Master again. He shook His head. Half in anger, half in need, I began fucking her slick hole from behind, holding her curvy hips as I pounded into her. She shrieked and began bucking back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I reached up and grasped a still-clamped nipple and yanked. She threw her head back, and her black hair blended with my red and we were a mass of fire and darkness and passion and pain. Our mingled groans of passion had Master in a state as well, I could see. He had taken out His cock and was stroking it quickly. I took my quasi-cock from her begging hole and whispered shakily, "Master, please stand in front of the slut. Slut, you suck Him while I fuck you." Her mouth searching, she found His hard cock and began sucking for all she was worth. An idea crossed my mind. Plunging back into her wet hole, I pumped my hips back and forth, then took them out. I pressed the cock against her puckered asshole. "No!" she shrieked suddenly. "I've never..." She suddenly stopped, remembering where she was. "No?" I said. "Did I hear a 'No' from my slut's mouth? Stand up." I sat on the edge of the bed. "Over my knees," I said. "Now, bitch." She complied quickly, and my hand rose and fell on her curvy ass. I lost count after 50, and I saw tears gather in her eyes. "Care to try that again?" I hissed. "Yes, Mistress. Please fuck me," she said. "And your ass?" "And my ass." "Then reassume the position." She did. I grabbed the purple vibrator and slid it up her front while I poured some lube over the cock between my legs. "Again, suck Him." I said. She did. I fucked her with the vibrator for a moment, then slid the cock up and down the crack of her buttocks. I poured a little more lube over the tiny rosebud there, then slid the tip in. She hissed briefly. Knowing she was an anal virgin, I went slow. Inching it in, bit by bit, until the cock was fully up her ass. She then began to writhe against me, feeling the nerves in her ass assaulted by unfamiliar stimulation. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Don't stop!" "That's it," I said. "My little slut likes it up the ass, doesn't she?" I began fucking her more in earnest, reveling as she began moaning even more. My eyes met Master's as she sucked on Him, and His eyes traveled down to where I was moving powerfully. "Oh! Oh!" she screamed. "Oh please let me come!" I reached around, yanked hard on the clamps, enough to make them come off, knowing the pleasure that danced on the knife-edge of pain when that happened, and whispered, "Come, slut." She did, hard. And in the same moment, Master leaped over her, unsnapped the harness and tore it off me. He pushed me to my back and began fucking me. I love when He's forceful like that. It drives me insane with lust. And I know He knows that. And I also knew He was close to coming. I clenched my pussy muscles around Him, and it sent Him over the edge. "Come," He whispered. "Come with me, baby." My own built-up need exploded in a riot of colors and sensations as I shrieked and clasped my arms around Him. Our mingled juices flowed down my ass as I came back to myself. She'd laid on her side, watching us. Master looked down at me. "That's my girl," He said.