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The Object of His Affection

By: H Dean



Prologue

James met Debbie shortly after his high school graduation. She was a few years younger than he and the sister of a high school acquaintance. Despite their age difference, they hit it off as friends.

After leaving business school to pursue a career in programming, James created a contact data base program that became quite popular across many industries. After licensing the program and making a substantial fortune he went into semi-retirement, working only when he so chose.

Debbie, once finished with high school, picked up a job as a sales person at a local appliance dealership: a job she held for several years. It was a good living, if not satisfying. Her co-workers were friendly, if not particularly interesting or intelligent and she had good benefits 

Over the ensuing years, they would share their lives with each other, occasionally going to lunch or dinner and confiding in each other. Most often, they would spend long hours discussing their lives over the phone. 

To say it was an odd friendship would be to minimize the truth of the matter. James had come to love her in ways that can only be described as "big brother-like," while still harboring a deep physical and emotional attraction for her. In short, he wanted her in his bed more than he had any other woman. Despite this he had kept her at arms length, respectful of their deep and profound bond of friendship.

Debbie saw James as a "girlfriend" with whom she could share her deepest, darkest desires and fears. She loved him very much and could not see herself living without him being there for her. And, much like he felt, she was also very attracted to him and wondered what it would be like to have him touch her in a less chaste manner.

Unbeknownst to James, besides harboring an abiding love for him, Debbie was quite fearful of him because of his knowledge of her true nature. The fact that he had spotted her submissive side, when no one else had, coupled with his knowledge of her extremely suggestible and active libido, was almost too frightening to bear. Beyond all that, she was rather fearful of the many terrible things he had described doing to women during their long conversations. These factors, more than any other, were what had prevented them from ever coming together as a couple.

*

The Object of His Affection -- Awakening 1

 James entered his lonely domicile, dropping his keys on the coffee table and heading to the kitchen for a much needed beer. As he passed through his living room, the phone rang. Picking up the phone, he checked the caller ID. It was Debbie. Immediately, he clicked the "ON" button to receive her call.

"Hey, babe, how's it going?"

"Not bad, you?" she said.

"Same old." 

The long breath on the other end told him that this would be a serious conversation. No doubt, it would be about her boyfriend, a man who he disliked, despite never meeting him. His past conversations with her had given light to the fact that her boyfriend was quite the unappealing sort.

"Uh oh, what did he do?" he asked in a flat tone.

"Damn it, he didn't do anything." she said. "It's what he wants to do."

He grinned. "Let me guess...he wants to tie you up, spank the hell out of you and fuck you up the ass, right?"

"Shut up." she told him. "But yeah, sort of..."

"I'm all ears," he said, chuckling.

"Well," she began "Tony told me that he wants to tie me up. Actually, he did once. Anyhow, it was not big deal, he just used a scarf on my wrists to tie my hands over my head."

"Um, in bed, I am assuming?" he asked.

"Yeah...anyhow, I broke the scarf." she started." Well, Tony wants to really tie me up. With ropes or chains or something."

James listened to her as she drew her next breath and stammer to say more, finally interjecting "So, you're afraid of it but you want it at the same time?"

"Yes." she whispered.

James was sure of where the conversation was headed. She was waiting for him to say something but he wanted her to go forward on her own, enjoying her struggle.

"Well, what do you think?" she finally asked, frustration in her voice.

"Go for it." he said. "Let him tie you up."

She growled at him. "Fucker! You know it's not that easy for me."

"Okay, let me guess...you're afraid that if you are really tied up that you won't be able to stop him from doing things to you that you don't want to happen?

Debbie took a deep breath, affirming his question with a grunt.

"Well, Deb, the way it goes is like this..." he began. "If you let someone tie you up, you are letting them have control over you and your body. So, anything that you don't want no longer matters."

"That's what I was thinking." she said. "What if he does things that I don't want to do?"

He sighed. He had been down this road with her a hundred times, explaining the dynamics of a BDSM relationship. She knew his thoughts on bondage and permissions given. Still, he felt compelled to go over them again.

"Debbie, if you let him tie you up, you are giving him license to do whatever he wishes," he said. "It doesn't matter what is said before hand...if you allow it you allow him anything."

They meandered off of the subject for a while, speaking of other factors in their lives. Eventually, it came back around to bondage and the possibilities that go with it.

"Deb...you're afraid he is going to fuck your ass. That's what this is about, isn't it?"

"Yes...I never let my ex-husband do it to me and I am not letting him do it," she said. "He has tried to cum on my face, too. That ain't ever gonna happen!"

"Then it's simple. Don't let him tie you up."

Again, the conversation slid into other areas. For a short time they discussed work and family and various things. Still, the conversation came back around to her predicament.

"Are you going to help me or what?" she shouted at him.

"With what?"

"James, you're a fucker," she said, laughing. "You know I am going to let him tie me up. But, I don't want ropes. You told me before that it could be unsafe if the person tying you...if he doesn't know what he is doing."

"You need cuffs and a couple of chain dog leashes," he said. "That's all. You can get the leashes anywhere and go to a sex shop for the cuffs. Hell, you can use dog collars for the cuffs"

"I can't go there...to a sex shop. You know me! And what would someone think of me trying on collars in a pet store?" she was incredulous.

"I'll stop by tomorrow and bring you the cuffs. I have some leashes too," he told her. "Just remember what I told you. If you let anyone bind you...well, you are giving them permission to do whatever they want to do."

"Okay." she sighed.

A few minutes later they agreed that he would come by early Saturday and deliver his "equipment. Then they said their goodbyes and hung up.

For the next several days Debbie thought she might call James and tell him not to bother. It was embarrassing. Besides, she was afraid of what her boyfriend might have planned if he did bind her. Eventually, she settled on James bringing by the equipment. She didn't have to use it if she didn't want to, after all.

She was sitting in her kitchen when the bell rang. Opening the door she greeted James with a slightly embarrassed smile. A moment later they were sitting across from each other in friendly conversation.

"Well, I guess you probably want to see what's in the bag, eh?" he mused.

Debbie blushed briefly, nodding in affirmation. "Let's go upstairs," she said. Grinning, James followed her to her bedroom, admiring the sway of her plump bottom through her tight blue jeans.

She took a seat on her unmade bed, asking his forgiveness for the unkempt room. Then, blushing, she asked what he had brought.

"This," he said, pulling an item from the bag, "is a leather collar. It fits around your neck. You will notice that it has several steel rings on it. Those are to allow for constructive binding." He handed her the collar and then continued.

"These are cuffs. You will notice that they are leather, too. Unlike the collar, there is only one ring on each. You won't need more," he said. "Here are four leashes, ten carabineers, a few leather straps with a quick connect fastener at either end and these are gags. This one is a ring gag and this one is a ball gag. Both are quite useful."

For several moments she sat quiet. Then, fingering the collar, she asked, "Should I try these on or...what should I do?"

James grinned, his thoughts leading to prurient images. "I can put them on if you like. Do you trust me?"

She blushed again. "Should I?"

"Well, I did tell you that if you allow yourself to be bound that you are giving the go-ahead to the other person." He was grinning quite widely, enjoying the discomfort radiating from her cheeks.

"Look...can I trust you or not?"

Again, he grinned. "You can trust me not to hurt you. I would never hurt you. The rest...well, I might not be able to stop myself once I have you helpless."

"Smart ass," she shot at him. "Just show me how they can or should be used."

Still grinning, he began fastening the collar around her neck, buckling it snuggly. Then he fastened the cuffs to her ankles and wrists.

"Alright, he is not experienced. You will need a safe word in case something hurts or he goes too far for you. Let's use 'apple pie' ," he told her. "Good for you?"

"Yeah, apple pie," she said, burning with aroused embarrassment. 

He spun her to face away from him. "Okay, first thing is simple. Your hands can be bound behind your back, like so," he told her, snapping a carabineer between her wrists. "Can you get loose?"

Debbie struggled for a moment, trying to access the carabineer and then to pull her hands from the cuffs. "No, no I can't."

"Excellent. Now, from this position I can lay you on the bed and hog-tie you or I can pull your hands up your back, somewhat and, using this strap, bind your wrists to your collar."

Suddenly, he spun her back to face him. Surveying her he found that she was quite excited. Her cheeks were reddened and her nipples were quite hard, poking through her cotton t-shirt. 

Stepping forward, he reached behind the hair at the back of her head. Pulling her head back, he leaned in to her and listened to her breathing. It was heavy and a bit ragged. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered.

She was shaking now, wishing he would take her and afraid that he might. 

"No. It's scary. I don't like it," she lied.

"Don't lie to me, Debbie," he told her. "It won't work with me. I know you, remember?" He released her suddenly, continuing with his lesson.

"The gags, I must say, are quite fun," he stated. "This one is a ring gag. Open your mouth and I'll show you how it works."

"I don't know about this," was all she got out before he began pushing the ring into her mouth. In a matter of moments it was fastened securely, holding her mouth wide open.

"This gag, Deb, is so your mouth can be accessed at any time, whether you want it or not. I don't think your candy-assed boyfriend would use it properly, do you?" he whispered, a sinister lilt in his voice. "Now, turn around, facing the bed and get on your knees."

Obediently, she settled to her knees, crossed emotions and thoughts passing through her. Her nerves were close to her skin and she began to breathe in short quick breaths. What would she do, she wondered, if he did decide to take her? What could she do? 

The click of the carabineer between her ankles startled her. Looking slightly to her left she could see her image in the mirrored door of the closet. Her arms were bound mid-way up her back and her mouth gaped open, an available target for easy use. It felt sexy, frightening and humiliating all at once.

"Debbie," he said, sitting on the bed in front of her, "I know that you are excited right now. You like this feeling. You like everything about this. Most importantly, you are emotionally torn. Part of you wants me to take you while another part is fighting that want."

She shook her head "No."

"Deb, I am no fool" he started. "I have been through this before. I know how the body reacts. I've never lied to you and don't expect you to lie to me. Now, tell me the truth. Am I right in what I said?"

She bowed her head and then nodded "Yes."

"In that case, I will give you something easy." He was whispering now." You can find out how it is to taste my control. It will not be much: a quick moment. Then I will leave. After that, it is up to you to make the next move. I will not call on you."

He stood, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Debbie stared up at him, unable to decide what she should do. Then he cradled her head in his hand and pushed her to his cock.

Initially, he was quite gentle, sliding his hardening cock into her opened mouth in slow and easy strokes. Slowly, he built up to faster strokes, pushing his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to slow his pace to no avail. 

"I will do this my way or not at all, Deb," he whispered. "Stop resisting. It's futile."

For many minutes he stroked his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head with the rhythm of his strokes. After becoming used to his process she found a sort of peace and, closing her eyes, she found a strange sort of peace.

His momentum increased with a sudden hiccup. Her eyes fluttered slightly, knowing he would climax soon. Abruptly, he pulled from her mouth and held her head back. 

"Sorry princess, you aren't getting that satisfaction today," he told her.

Her eyes were suddenly wide and she felt a strange sadness come over her. He was not going to cum in her mouth. "Why?" she wondered. "What have I done wrong?" It was as if he read her mind. For, just as quickly as her questions arose, he answered them.

"You get my cum when you come to me, not when I come to you. But, I am going to get the satisfaction I want."

A moment later, she was being lifted and placed in the middle of the bed on her back. Then, as she was contemplating what might happen next, he released the clasp on her jeans and pulled them down to her bound ankles. A quick jerk of her panties and he slid between her legs to lick at her wetness. 

Later, she would muse, it was the best worst experience she had ever felt. One moment his tongue was sliding inside her, wriggling about as if struggling for deeper entry. The next moment he withdrew from her to lick at her thighs, telling her how good she tasted. His hands, too, played a part in his scheme. Moments of soft caresses were followed by firm massaging inside and out, bring her near to orgasm only to leave her wanting. His teasing became torture and she feared he would never allow her satisfaction. 

Unable to take more, she began begging in garbled phrases, her gag preventing enunciation. Frustrated, she moaned, filling the room with her tortured cries. Then, just as she thought she might die, he allowed it. Moans turned to screams, her body thrashing as much as her bonds would allow. Finally, after several terrible orgasms, he allowed her peace and she sank into unconscious bliss.

It was several hours later when she awoke. She was lying in her bed, unfettered and alone. She called out for James, hoping he had not left, knowing he had. Finally, her calls unanswered, she wept. 

The Object of His Affection



I never imagined finding my one true love at a sex shop. It was a Friday night, past midnight. The shop wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. I saw several men and women there. Some men were meekly looking around at the movie section. Some women were laughing at the sex toys. The clerk was having a good time showing a bachelorette and her best friend some gadgets for a bridal party.

I just stood there not quite knowing what to do. The tiny bell on the door chimed when he walked in. He wore his jet black hair slicked back, white polo shirt and khaki pants. His eyes, icy blue and his skin smooth. He looked almost afraid to walk in. He walked in slowly and cautiously as if he was afraid someone he knew would see him there in the midst of all the other toy loving, porn loving people.

I watched as he went to the magazine section and scanned a few pages of the magazine filled with big breasted women. Then he slid over to the movie section just eyeing the selections. He turned for a moment to see if anyone was watching and I guess he saw me eyeing him. His eyes met mine for a moment and then he quickly looked away. I saw him blushing and felt like blushing too. 

He continued to scan the movies and the moved towards the toys near me. He eyed several molded boobs and fake vaginas. He wanted to laugh when his eyes widened as he saw an almost "real" looking pussy. 

He looked over at me again and walked towards me. He stood in front of me and smiled shyly. 

"Hey, you come here often?" He asked and laughed to himself. I wanted to laugh too.

"You want to come home with me?" He asked looking at me up and down. I don't blame him for looking after all I was wearing a sexy short black leather skirt and a dark red low cut top and my black stilettos completed my look. I wouldn't tell him I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I would surprise him.

"I'm a little lonely tonight. I could use the company of a fine looking woman such as yourself," he said and smiled shyly. 

My eyes said it all. Take me home with you! He seemed so sweet and sincere. 

* * *

A few minutes later we were back at his place. It was small, neat and comfy. I was sitting down on the couch while he went to get some wine. He came back with two glasses. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at me. 

"I can't believe I brought you over. This is by far the craziest thing I've ever done." He sips again. "So what's your name? I think I should call you Sunny because of your blonde hair. You look like those pretty California girls. You look like a Sunny to me."

I liked the name he chose for me. I never thought of myself as a Sunny but it was cute the way he said it. He sipped his wine slowly and then put the glass down on the coffee table next to mine. He stood up and went over to his Bose portable system and searched his ipod player for the best song to play. He put on some slow music, Sinatra I think.

He came back and sat next to me. He stared at me from head to toe. "You're the first woman I ever bring home you know that?"

I felt privileged. A guy as hot as this, and I'M the first one he brings home? 

I watch him lick his lips and he moved towards me. He places his lips against mine. He feels good! He tastes good! His lips part and his tongue slides in my mouth pressing up against mine. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight. I'm enjoying this immensely. My other friends had told me that men were never this gentle with them. Most men were rough when it came to starting up. Not my man. He's sweet, gentle and kind. One hand starts creeping up under my top. I like it more. The more the touches me, the more alive I feel.

He breaks our kiss and starts to caress my face. "You're so beautiful you know that? I think I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you at that shop. I think you and I are good together." He kisses me softly. He strokes my long blonde hair and starts kissing my neck. His warm kisses trail from my neck down to the top of my chest. 

"We need to get this off you," he says tugging at my top.

He starts pulling it up over my head. My hands adjust above my head so he can slip off the top easily. He stares at my bare breasts. My nipples are already hard and a dark brown color. He licks his lips and bends his head to put one breasts on his mouth. His tongue circles around my hardened nipple while his other hand plays with my other breast. His mouth and hands feel incredible! I sit back and enjoy my man. His hot mouth moves taking turns tasting each breast and licking each nipple. He trails kisses down to my tummy and one hand gropes the zipper holding up my skirt. He struggles to unzip it. His hands are shaking. He seems super nervous! I think it's totally adorable. 

He manages to pull off my skirt leaving me completely naked. He looks at my nude body and his eyes widen. "You are hot. So hot..." he kisses my lips again slowly. 

I say he's hot too. I think he's sexy! 

He stands up and takes off his white polo shirt revealing his bare chest with little hair on it. I feel even more excited watching him slowly getting nude for me. I wanted him to hurry up and take it all off fast but he wanted to tease me it seemed. He blushed as he stood bare-chested. 

"You like what you see Sunny?"

I say yes!

He kicks off his shoes and bends to take off his socks. He slowly undoes his belt and slips it off throwing it on the floor along with his other pile of clothes he just took off. I can see he's hard as a rock through his khaki slacks. 

Hurry up! I beg.

He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He steps out of them and remains in his white brief boxer shorts. His cock looks like it's ready to spring out of his boxer shorts and into my pussy.

"You like what you see so far Sunny?" He rasps. 

Yes!

He peeled his boxer shorts off his incredible body slowly. His cock was hard, big and looked delicious!

He came to me and stood naked with his cock pointing at me. He knelt down in front of me and pulled me down some. He spread my legs wide and began to taste me. Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I wanted to cry out in sheer ecstasy. He snaked his tongue all over my pussy. His tongue was slimy and strong and felt so good lapping up my juices. 

He stopped for a moment and looked up at me. His loving eyes were now filled with pure lust. He moved up towards me and grabbed my long legs and wrapped them around his waist. 

"I want you," he whispered breathlessly.

I want you too! 

He adjusted himself between my legs and slipped in his cock. I felt my pussy widen up by his size. He entered me easily and gently. I heard him moan. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. 

"You feel so good baby. So good!"

So do you! I love how you feel inside of me! 

He opened his eyes and looked at me. He began moving in and out of me. He was panting with each thrust. His moaning increased and beads of sweat started showing all over his naked skin. 

His cock pounded my pussy good. I could feel him so deep inside of me I thought his cock might come out of my mouth! He pressed his body up against mine and laid himself on top of me. It was a bit uncomfortable for a moment. My legs were up on his shoulders now and I was slouched on the couch. It got comfortable right away when he began pumping in and out of me faster. 

It thought it had been forever but realized it had only been maybe two or three minutes when I felt a surge of warmth filling me. My man moaned deeply and closed his eyes. I watched him as he climaxed inside of me. He looked hot as he came. His sticky hot seed was swimming inside of me, deep inside of me. "Oh fuck!" He groaned. "Oh shit."

He stared at me and his eyes met mine. His eyes were beady now and his body covered in sweat. He looked somewhat embarrassed. 

"Sorry. I didn't know I'd cum so fast. It's just that..." his voice trailed off and he flopped on the couch next to me. He was fighting to catch his breath. "You are my...first? I know that's pretty fucked up huh? Here I am a 34 year old dude that has never had sex before and the first time he does, he cums in like three minutes."

So what? We got all night. 

He laughs and tosses his head back. He stares at the ceiling fan and his breathing slows. "Hope you don't think I'm a lousy screw and then go tell all your friends." He laughs again.

I'd never say anything. I think you were great! 

He turned to face me. His icy blue eyes looked tired. "We can do more things tomorrow. I promise. I promise I'll be better. It's been such a long day and you are so new to me." He leaned in to kiss me. "You want to sleep with me? Or would you rather sleep out here?"

With you! With you! 

He smirked and stood up. He grabbed me and carried me over to his room. He slammed me down on the bed. I wanted to laugh. 

"I'm going to take a shower," he said. "You maybe want to take one with me?" 

Yes! I want to keep looking at your naked body! 

He grabbed me again and carried me over to his bathroom. I waited as he turned on the hot water making the bathroom steam up. I saw my own reflection on his bathroom mirror. My blonde hair was a mess! 

My man and I go into the shower. I watch him soap himself up and then he soaps me up. He washes my body and my hair with a unisex smelling shampoo. We kissed more in the shower. My man leaned me up against the cold tile and pressed himself against me. His cock hardened again. He eyed me curiously and made me get down on my knees. 

The water continued to rain down on us. He stood in front of me holding his erection. 

"Ok I need to know what this feels like. I've seen so many movies about blowjobs and I have yet to experience one. So...my love can you do me the honors of giving me my first blow job?" He asks almost courteously.

Yes! Come here!  I demand. 

He caressed my face and put his cock in my mouth. He rubbed it against my tongue. I felt every vein and throb of his cock. His salty precum lingered on my tongue and some went down my throat. He made me look up at him. "Your mouth f-feels...." He closed his eyes and kept thrusting his hips. "Incredible," he finally managed to say.

And you taste incredible.  I say silently.

My hands go on his waist and my head bobs back and forth, back and forth. It was all so beautiful, his cock pulsing in my mouth, his deep sounding moans filling the room and his cock fucking my mouth furiously. 

"Oh baby...I'm going to cum. You want to drink me up? You want to swallow my seed?" He asked panting for air. 

Yes! I need to taste you! 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cried out as his sperm shot out in my mouth. I could taste each spurt of cum. He was salty, tasty, I was so in love now it was too late to turn back and just see him as a man. I'd be his woman now forever and ever. Or....so I thought.

* * *

At first, everything was wonderful. My man let me live with him. He'd buy me clothes, usually something sexy. He would tell me how embarrassed he was to go into Victoria's Secret to buy me some sexy panties or a sheer bra. He said the sales girls thought it was cute of him to be buying things for his woman. He said one sales girl in particular started helping him out. She'd choose the perfect matching bra and panties for me. 

He said she was quite beautiful which made me uncomfortable but he was man, so it was natural he would look at a beautiful woman. He told me her name was Janie and that she was shorter than me with long dark hair and big blue eyes. He said her eyelashes were a mile long and jet black. She did sound beautiful but why was he telling me this? Did he like getting me jealous? 

I pushed aside all the comments he'd make about this "Janie" girl. The fact that my man was buying me necklaces and even chocolates was making it seem that I was winning and not Janie. 

My man and I would make love every single night. He'd please me, and I'd please him. We'd fall asleep in each other's arms and I'd wake up to the smell of coffee. He'd make love to me quickly before going off to work. He would sometimes tell me things like:

"I want to marry you."

"I wonder if we can have children."

"Wouldn't it be something if I could impregnate you?"

I would say yes to all those things. I would mind marrying my man. He just hadn't asked. I kept waiting for the day he would ask me to be his wife. I bet he'd buy me the hottest wedding gown ever. He and I would live happily together and no one else would come between us. It was a nice thought but I had to face reality. As time went on, maybe four or five months, my man wouldn't make love to me as much. He'd just watch TV and talk on the phone a lot. I was often in the living room and he'd go to the bedroom and shut the door. I could hear his muffled voice. Sometime he'd laugh with whoever he was talking to. 

He wouldn't tell me I looked beautiful like he normally did. He stopped buying me pretty clothes and jewelry and I kissed the chocolates goodbye. It seemed like I had done something wrong. I tried to remember what I did that was so wrong but nothing came to mind. 

I had always gone along with whatever he wanted to do. He wanted to try anal and so I let him. It had felt just as hot as vaginal sex but more intense. He'd cum so hard that he had fallen asleep right afterwards. 

I was willing to try any position he wanted. I'd ride him, I'd let him put me upside down once too. I was trying my hardest to please my man and keep my man but it seemed nothing was working.

One evening, he got home carrying a huge bouquet of roses. Red roses. Red roses stand for love of course. I was almost relieved to see him get back to himself. He smiled at me and held the roses towards my nose. 

"Smell them," he said softly.

I took a whiff of the roses. They smelled beautiful! So fresh!

"You think she'll like these?"

She? Don't you mean me? 

"I bought them for her. Guess what? I went into Victoria's Secret pretending to buy something and she was there. I asked her out on a date. I hope that's ok?" He smirked evilly.

I didn't say anything. I was still in shock.

"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed for my hot date. I promise I won't bring her home. I know that might upset you a little." He laughed as if he was making fun of me. 

He left to take a shower without inviting me to shower with him. I stared at the gorgeous roses that were on the coffee table. How come he didn't bring ME flowers? I was speechless. It was as if he had stopped loving me. 

A few minutes later he walks out of his bedroom freshly dressed in crisp gray slacks and a black polo shirt. His hair is slicked back and I can tell he just finished shaving. The smell of his manly aftershave scent fills the room. I wish he'd kiss me.

"Well Sunny, I'll be back later tonight. Wish me luck. I'm nervous."

Nervous? Why do you want to go out with a woman that makes you nervous? You were so calm around me. 

He didn't hear me. He walked out carrying the flowers. I waited at home. I waited and waited. Hours passed and finally he stumbled in the door late that night. He had a big smile on his face. He looked at me seductively. 

"Come here baby," he said and grabbed my hand. He lifted me up from my seat and held me close. 

That's more like it. I told him.

He hummed a sweet melody in my ear and leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was hard and passionate. Our tongues meshed and our bodies became warm. He led me the bedroom and laid me down. Since I had already been naked waiting for him, all he had to do was take off his own clothes.

He stroked my naked body and sucked on my nipples. I was so happy he was back to me. Back to his woman!

"I have an urgent need to cum," he murmured in my ear. 

Then cum in me. I'm all yours. Always will be my love.  I said sweetly.

He flipped me on my stomach suddenly. He bent me towards him and entered me heatedly. It felt good, but it felt scary too. He'd never been this rough with me. Not even when he and I had anal sex. He was so careful as if not to hurt me. But at that moment he grabbed my waist hard almost digging his nails into my skin. He started fucking me hard. The pleasure was fading and I only felt pain. I wanted to tell him to stop but then he might get mad and tell me to leave. I didn't want to leave. I loved him so much!

His skin hits mine with each thrust. He leans into me and grabs my breasts hard. "Make me cum you little slut. I need you to squeeze all my cum in you."

Slut?  He'd never called me that before.

He continued plunging in and out of me as hard as he could as if he was mad about something. As if he was trying to hurt me. I stayed quiet because I didn't want to upset him. I didn't want to tell him to stop. He pulled my hair and angrily kissed my neck. 

"I'm about to cum in you, little whore," he said and threw my head down against the pillow. 

Whore? 

"Janie! Oh Janie....baby..."

Janie?

He came. I felt him squirting his hot liquid in me. He moaned and groaned so loudly I thought the neighbors might hear. After ejaculating, he slipped out of me and let my body drop on the bed. I felt so hurt. I didn't want to turn and look at him. 

I could hear him gasping for air. Then silence. His snoring came next. I lay next to him wondering what the hell had just happened. He'd never been that rough with me and never once had called me those names. What he hell was his problem?

* * *

My man and I didn't have sex for the rest of the weekend. He was out most of the time said he had things to do. I wish he'd take me along but it seems he's embarrassed to be seen with me which really hurts.

A few days later he's dressed in black slacks and a crisp white button up shirt with a black and white tie. He looks so handsome.

"I'm taking her to the opera if you can believe that. I think that should score me some points at least I hope it does. In case if it doesn't, I know you'll be here waiting for me won't you my love?" He says it in such a sweet way that I can't resist.

I'll be here. 

He smiles and puts on his watch. He ties his black loafer shoes and goes to grab another rose bouquet he bought HER. 

"I'll be back in a few hours gorgeous." He winks at me and closes the door. I sit on the couch emotionless. I keep hoping things won't work. That might sound selfish to some but think about it, this is MY man so I want to keep MY man.

* * *

I wait again. I wait for hours. I wait forever. He doesn't come home until sunrise. He comes in humming and looks at me. "Looks like I won't need you to please me tonight honey. You can sleep with me if you want." 

Ouch. That really hurt. 

He grabs my hand and I follow him to the bedroom. He slips out of his clothes until he's completely nude. He walks towards me and takes off all my clothes. "I want to sleep completely naked with you tonight. I'm feeling so good right now. I'm not going to shower because I want her smell on me. Is that bad of me?"

Yes! It's awful! 

"You gotta understand babe. I love you and all, but this woman...oh man...she made my night, let's put it that way."

He lays me down and covers me up. I stare up at the ceiling while he gets into bed. He sighs. "It was incredible Sunny. She and I did things I never thought I would."

More than what you and I have done? I doubt it.  I said.

He got quiet and I realized he'd fallen asleep. I couldn't sleep. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were at the beginning when he was so into me that he didn't think about anyone else. Now SHE was in the picture and I was slowly becoming second best.

* * *

For the next month or so, my man and I didn't make love. Imagine, a whole month without sex? Oh my goodness! I craved him so much but he showed little desire for me.




The Object of His Affection



Then the time had come to meet Janie girl. I didn't want that time to come but it did. He brought her home. I hid in the closet. I heard him calling out my name but I didn't want to make a noise to let him know where I was.

He walked into this bedroom holding her hand. He had been right. This woman was lovely but I hated her. She had taken my man away! Why did he have to bring her home? Why? Why?

"This is kind of weird Paul," she said.

"No it's not. Well, it might be at first but then you'll like her."

"I'm not into women Paul," Janie said kind of mad.

He laughed. "You'll be into her. I promise she's really hot looking."

Janie shrugged.

He looked towards the closet and smirked. "Oh honey? Sunny my love!"

No! Stop it! Get away! 

It was too late. He found me. He opened the closet door and I stood there naked like he'd left me. 

"Here she is," he announced to Janie. She looked at me up and down. Her eyes grew wide. 

"Isn't she hot?" My man asked.

Janie nodded slowly. "So this is my competition huh? This is the woman you keep buying sexy clothes for huh?" She started to walk closer to him where he was only inches away from me.

"Don't worry I love you both equally," he said jokingly. I wanted to slap him for acting like an asshole.

Janie continued to stare. We looked at each other like we were about to duel. 

"You want to touch her?" My man asked.

Janie turned red. "I told you I'm not into girls."

"Go on. Touch her." He egged on.

Janie reached out and put her hand on one of my breasts. "Are these real?" 

My man laughed so hard. Janie joined him in laughing. They both laughed at me and I wanted to just run but as much as I should hate my man, I loved him so much. I'd grown close to him and I've learned to live with him.

"You want to...have some fun with her?" My man asked.

Janie shrugged. "I guess." She giggled nervously. "I mean it's not like she's going to tell my family or anything that we had sex with each other." They both laughed again. I was getting angrier by the minute. I didn't want to do anything with Janie. I hated her for stealing my man's heart. 

"Come on baby, you in the mood for some three way fun?" He asked.

No! Never! 

He laughed and grabbed me. "Don't be shy now."

He laid me on the bed and both stood above me. He took off his shirt and ordered Janie to take off her clothes. While she undressed he began to kiss me. Janie watched us kiss as she slowly removed her clothes. Her breasts looked different than mine. They were smaller and her nipples were a darker brown. She slipped out of her panties. I noticed her pussy was hairless like mine. 

My man stopped kissing me and pulled Janie towards us. Janie leaned over me. "Ok why don't you make out with her while I get naked?" 

No! No! 

Janie shrugged as if it was no big deal and leaned down to kiss me. Her lips felt different than my man. They were softer and tasted like strawberries. Her tongue found mine but I wanted her to stop! This didn't feel right. 

"Mmmm oh yeah. See? That was sexy wasn't it?" My man asks her. 

She breaks our kiss and giggles uncontrollably. "It was ok. Don't tell me you get off on this shit?"

He smiled proudly. "What guy doesn't?"

"So is she going to be part of our sex tonight? Can I watch you fuck her first?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Watch me fuck the shit out of her and imagine that's what I'll do to you."

Janie licked her strawberry tasting lips. "Hmm this should be interesting. She moved away and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes stared at my naked body. I wanted to cover myself up but my man was already crawling on the bed and inching towards me. 

He plunged his cock inside of me and began fucking me as hard as he ever had. It seemed painful but I loved this man so much that I didn't care about the pain. I wanted to feel his seed in me. It'd been so long. I didn't care that Janie was watching. He was pounding my pussy with all of his might. His eyes gave me a cold stare as if I was just an object not a real person.

Then...he stopped. He paused and slipped out of me. I could hear some rustling. I heard Janie giggling again and then I felt something going in me again. I finally see that Janie is above me. She's fucking me like HE was. But she doesn't have a cock does she? What the fuck?

I see my man sitting now at the edge of the bed jerking off. "Fuck her good darling. Make her cum for you."

I was confused. What the hell was going on? Why was Janie fucking me? HOW was Janie fucking me? I looked up and saw her moaning as if she was getting pleasure out of me. 

"Kiss her too," my man ordered.

Janie bent down and kissed me hard. Her hands were on my breasts. She laid on top of me pressing her breasts against mine. 

"Ok you're about to cum aren't you?" He asks me.

No! Stop this crazy nonsense! You're MY man not hers! Get her off me! 

Then my man climbs on the bed and kneels in front of my face. "Take it out of her and pretend you're cumming on her face."

Janie takes whatever was in me and pretends to be jerking off like a guy. It looks fake. The cock looks nothing like my man's. She's got it strapped on to her as if it was her own. She starts groaning like she's cumming and my man ends up cumming all over my face and chest. He's moaning hard and cumming a lot. His hot seed lands on my face and my chest and cools fast.

I watch them as they kiss leaving me cum covered. "That was freaking hot. You got to do this more often."

"She is kind of sexy. I think this was fun. I liked feeling the power that a man has with this strap on. Thanks for buying it for me." She kisses him again.

They kiss more intensely and leave me there next to them. I lay there hearing them making love. If that's not heartbreaking I don't know what is.

* * *

Feeling violated and used, I know I have lost complete control of my man. He's got major control of me. It's like I'm in an abusive relationship that I hear so much about.

He uses me whenever he wants and I don't say anything because I love him too damn much. He's already tied me up and at times leaves me tied up on his bed all day until he comes back from work. Then he'll just rape me and do whatever he wants to me. 

You might think I'm crazy for putting up with it, but if you only knew how much I loved him you might understand why I put up with him.

I hide in the closet most of the time that Janie is here. I watch them make sweet love like he and I used to do. Not the ugly rough sex he does to me. He tells her he loves her like he once did to me. Once she's gone and I'm out the closet he tells me everything that he loves about her. He likes the fact that she can get freaky in the bedroom and how it's so hot to see us both be together.

I don't want to do that anymore!  I protest. But he doesn't seem to care. He keeps saying about all these things he wants me to do with both of them. 

I just want to runaway from this environment. I wish I had never met my man. I wish I could leave him but he's got me trapped. He ties me up in the closet sometimes for days and makes me watch him and Janie do all these sexual acts together. 

He loves it when I join them. He likes watching Janie go down on me and having her kiss me. He especially likes when she uses that toy she straps on, on me. She likes to put it in my mouth as if I'm sucking her dick and likes to fuck me with it a lot. She's even done anal with me.

One night while I was locked in the closet again, Janie walked in without my man. It was still sunlight so I knew my man was still at work. I guess he'd given Janie the key to his apartment. I felt scared. I knew something was going to happen.

Janie opened the closet door and smiled at me. "Hey you," she said in a sexy voice. 

She grabbed me and threw me on the bed. She took out a strange looking cock from a bag. "Look what I have for us. We don't need Paul tonight do we?" 

I just wanted her to get away from me! She knew I'd never tell my man about this that's why she was taking advantage.

"It's a double header you know what that is?" She asked as she slid the toy cock around my lips. "It's a dildo built with two cock heads so two girls can fuck. You like?" 

No! Get away! Go away! Leave me the fuck alone! 

She turned the toy to the other side and put it on my lips too. Then she started to kiss me. She moaned. I was feeling violated again. I wondered if my man had any idea she was here doing what she was doing with me.

Janie got up and started getting naked. I was already naked so she didn't have to strip me. She slowly took off her clothes seductively as if she was trying to tease me. Did she not understand I didn't love her? I loved my man! Where was he? I wanted to cry.

She crawled on the bed and held the toy. "Spread your legs lover, spread them wide."

I tried not to spread but she spread my legs for me. She adjusted herself and suddenly I felt the fake cock going inside of me. I heard Janie begin to moan. Then she stopped, leaving the toy inside of me. 

"I want you to look at me while we fuck," she said in a low voice and put some pillows behind me propping me up so I can look at her. 

She went back her position in front of me. Our legs were intertwined. She shoved the toy inside of her and inched closer to me. She began moving her hips and moaning loudly. 

"You like that? Doesn't it feel good? We don't need Paul for this. I told you. You'll love it!"

Leave. Me. Alone!  I screamed silently. 

"Mmmmghghhh!" She cried out. She held herself up with her elbow and her eyes were locked with mine. I wanted to look away but she had control over me. I hated her! I wish she'd stop! I didn't want to do this! Stop!

I watched her mouth slightly open and she cried out. She was climaxing hard. Her entire body was trembling with passion. 

"Oh fuck! Mmmmggghhh!" She yelped.

I waited until her body dropped down on the bed. She was breathing loudly. Then I heard the front door open. She struggled to get up but it was too late, my man walked in. I figured he'd be mad and she'd be in trouble but he just smiled and asked "When can I join in?"

* * *

I stayed in the closet for over a week. I didn't care though. I knew my man was obviously not going to leave Janie. I was stuck being their sex slave for the rest of my life. 

Yes, they married. And no, I'm not kidding about that. I wasn't even invited to the wedding. I figured my man could marry me too since I heard some men marry more than one woman, but he didn't bother to ask me. 

I saw Janie in her beautiful white gown. I was still in the closet looking through the blinds as they made love as man and wife. I knew I'd lost him. I'd lost him forever. Our love would never be the same. I still yearned for him and his touch but he hardly ever bothered to attend to me anymore. 

It was all about her. That slut! That whore! How I kept wishing she was dead. 

On their wedding night, they made love four times! Four freaking times! Then I heard Janie suggest they let me join. So once again I was being taken out of the closet for more group sex activities. It would be like this for as long as they kept me around. 

After a few years I heard them talking about me a lot. I see Janie and my man looking through the internet and I hear Janie's excited voice. "Look, we can get this one. She's more real looking than the model we have now. And this one, can actually orgasm. Can you believe that? Wow! They are making them more advanced!"

My man smiles happily. "She does look hot. You know my birthday is coming up."

Janie chuckles and kisses him. "I know that. That's why I'm offering to buy you a newer model. That's if you let me."

He looks towards the closet where I'm at. "What do I do about her?" He asks almost sounding sad. Almost as if he didn't want to get rid of me.

Janie shrugs as if she doesn't care. "We can probably cut her up into pieces and dump her at the city dumpster. I mean they're not really going to think she's actually a "real" human being you know."

He nods and looks towards the closet. Did I sense some feeling of sorrow or regret? Then he looks at the model on the computer screen. He smiles. "Yeah we can probably get rid of her this weekend. So by next weekend we have a new playmate."

Janie is amazed as she continues to browse through the models. "I can't believe how real they make these sex dolls. I mean Sunny felt like a real woman... almost. I'm going to miss her and all the fun all of us had together." She pauses and laughs, "But, we'll have even more fun with our new doll!" They both laugh hysterically and start kissing each other. 

"Hey how about one last round with Sunny?" My man asks. 

Janie nods. "Yes! One last fuck fest."

I see my man coming towards me to get me. He's going to force me to join in their little sex games one last time. 

If I could cry I would. If I had a heart it would be shattered by now. If I had a soul I could be a "real" woman instead of a doll and my man would have married me instead of Janie. That's all I was a doll. A sex doll, a love doll whatever you want to call me. I was nothing but an object. I wasn't real. I never would be.

The End.



The Object of His Affection Ch. 02



James was sitting and reading a book when the phone rang. He was not surprised when he answered the phone to discover it was Debbie. 

Immediately after his initial "Hello", she burst into a tirade of tears and anger, telling him how angry she was at what had occurred between them. Slowly then, after she had aired her grievances, it came out; She had ended her relationship with her dullard of a boyfriend. Thirty minutes after saying their goodbyes she turned up at his door. 

The discussion was long and tear filled. Finally, after agreeing to "try out a relationship", they took to his bed where she curled up in his arms and drifted into the world of dreams.

They awoke to the dim light of early morning. Smiling, she slid upwards to kiss him. It was their first real kiss. They followed it with a passionate session of lovemaking.

Her past lovers had guided her with gentle motions and spoken requests. Always, she had been somewhat aggressive, returning her lovers requests and guidance with her own. It was not to be so with James, however.

At first, their kisses were soft and gentle, tinged with the passion of long lost lovers. Quickly, the timbre of the evening changed and she felt herself pushed between his legs.

"Suck my cock, princess," his gentle voice commanded.

His soft command thrilled her. Obediently, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock from within. She looked up at him and smiled momentarily. Then, she opened her mouth to take his hardening member into her mouth.

While she sucked, bobbing her head on his cock, she began to wonder if he was, in fact, enjoying her actions. Many conversations were remembered during which he had commented on how few women can "suck a proper cock". These remembrances determined her to prove her skills to him and she began sucking him as if she were pleasing herself.

James was impressed by her vigor, if not her skill. Too often she would pull back to swirl the tip of his cock with her tongue or wipe the saliva from his cock or her chin. Admittedly, she was far more skilled and enthusiastic than most in the art of fellatio. Training her, he thought would be most enjoyable.

Nearing climax, he pulled her from his cock and told her to lie on her back. A moment of jockeying found him straddling her face and demanding she suck him again. Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked his dripping cock into her mouth, avoiding his intently glaring eyes as he began removing his shirt.

After many long minutes of avoiding his steady gaze, he pulled from her mouth. Then he slid down the length of her body and off of the bed. 

She realized, as he began pulling her jeans from her body, that he had already released their snaps and let down her zipper. 

"He's good," she thought, never having noticed until her jeans, and then her panties, were coming off. 

Her jeans removed, he grasped her ankles and flashed a frightening smile. With a suddenness that surprised her, he lifted her legs so that they were perpendicular to the bed. Then, on his knees, he began a slow march up the bed, pressing her legs towards and then against her torso, licking and kissing them as he progressed.

For the moment, Debbie was experiencing a sensuality she had never felt before. She had been fucked in this position before, but never had she been placed in this position so carefully or with such slow deliberation. Suddenly, she wished she were naked and bound, exactly as she was.

"Grab your legs and hold them steady," he whispered. "I don't want you to move." Then he slipped off of her to stand at the foot of the bed. 

She watched him as he unsnapped his pants and began removing them, his cock hard and standing out from his body. Again, her thoughts drifted back to wishing she were bound in her current position, helpless and hopeless of escape.

Naked, he came around the bed to kneel and kiss her forehead. She shivered, strangely embarrassed that her shirt remained on while he was naked. 

"I should be naked, too," she whispered to no one.

"You will be," he told her, making her blush.

"Before we go further, there is something that must be done," he said, smiling. "I have preferences and kinks and various interests in things that you have described as perversions. You must indulge me in only one for now. But, you must promise to indulge me before I tell you what it is."

For a brief moment she was unsure, wondering if she should agree. Admittedly, she had always thrilled at his descriptions of how he treated the women he had taken to bed. More importantly, and despite his acknowledged and well-known sadistic side, she had never detected any cruelty in him. So, after swallowing the lump in her throat, she nodded her head, telling him she would do as he asked. 

"When I have finished speaking, I want you to get up and go to the bathroom," he began. "You are not to say a word. Then I want you to shower. Do not hurry; I want you to enjoy the sensual quality of it. When you come out of the shower, I expect there to be absolutely no hair below your neck. Your arms, legs...everything is to be devoid of hair. Now...go."

For a brief moment she pondered his request. She had never shaved her entire body. In fact, the hair on her body was so fine that she rarely shaved above her knees. Now he wanted her to shave her entire body. Finally, her moment of thought passed and she reasoned that she must obey as she had promised.

For long and long she stood under the shower, warm water coursing over her body. She was excited and frightened at what was to come and she suspected that he would not react well to a failure at executing his wish. So, after many minutes of contemplation, she began her task.

She shaved her armpits and legs first. Then, after a short moment of contemplation, she began lathering up her arms. It felt strange to her as the razor sheared away the fine hairs on her arm. Even stranger was the sensation of drawing the razor across her belly and then her chest and bottom.

Once she was sure no part of her body remained unshorn, she began to lather up the mound between her legs. This was substantially more difficult. Not only had she never shaved between her legs but also she was certain she would cut into her most delicate flesh. 

The first scrape of the razor gave her goose bumps. After a deep breath and a quick rinse of the razor she began again, wincing with each pass of the blade against her flesh. In seemingly no time she began working on the area that made her most nervous and, pressing down her excited flesh, she shaved the remaining hair from her mound. After several short and careful passes, she was, as he commanded, devoid of hair below her neck. She was also quite aroused and rather embarrassed.

Her work done, she gave a final rinsing, shut off the water and began drying herself. Then, stepping from the shower, she wrapped herself in her towel and exited the bathroom.

Her arrival into the bedroom was marked with a chiding remark and a command to return the towel to the bathroom.

"I want you naked," he commanded.

For a moment she wavered, turning part way to her right and then left, blushing from head to toe. Then, after a quick cock of his head, she obeyed.

Once she returned to the room he informed her that she was to stand motionless and that he was going to examine her. 

"Anything you missed will be met with a spanking," he told her. "You will get five smacks on the ass for each area you missed." Then he knelt in front of her, grasping her thighs, and pressed his mouth between her legs. 

Suddenly, she was jelly legged and falling through the air. An instant later she was in his arms and being placed on the bed. Her head spun as he lifted her legs, his tongue trailing down her calves and thighs as he pushed them against her. 

"Hold them to you," he commanded, his head disappearing between her legs.

It was barely a moment before she began her first orgasm of the day. Several orgasms and half an hour later, he finally lifted himself up and plunged into her. He was not gentle, as he had been before. Neither was he rough. Instead, he was steady and hard, pounding into her as if she were inanimate, holding her ankles in his firm grasp. Then, as quickly as he had plunged into her, he withdrew and slid up her body, grasping the top of her head by its hair. She watched as he grasped his hard cock and stroked, knowing his intentions. She was instantly horrified yet strangely anticipatory. He growled, jerking her head closer to his cock as he erupted, Heart beats later, she found her face covered and dripping with his hot and sticky discharge.

For a long moment afterwards, he did not move. She wanted to speak - to ask him if she could get up and wash the mess from her face. But she was afraid. This was his domain and she had entered it willingly, knowing him for who he was. 

"Open," he told her. His voice was deep and commanding.

Obediently, she opened her mouth to have him fill it with his cock. He held her to him for several minutes, his cock nearly to the back of her throat. 

A dollop of the sticky mass coating her skin flowed into the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping for him to release his grip that she might clean the disgusting mess from her face. Fearful of disappointing him, she determined to hold a steady silence until she was certain he was through with her. 

Finally, he relaxed his grip on her hair and allowed her head to fall to the bed. He slipped from his position atop her body, allowing her to legs to fall into a less stressful position,and lay down beside her. 

"I know what you're thinking," he began. "But that cum is my claim. It only comes off when I allow it. Understand?"

"Crap! You mean that you want me to wear your cum until you say I can wash it off?" she asked, incredulous.

"Exactly."

"But it's covering my eyes. I can't open my eyes without it getting in," she complained. "Can I at least get it out of my eyes?"

"No" was all he had to say.

Debbie thought long and hard. The urge to wipe her eyes was nearly unbearable and the revulsion she felt at being covered with his drying cum was equally unbearable. By the same token, she could not deny the odd excitement her situation brought to her. 

"Fine! I'll leave it!" she said, her tone conciliatory and irritated. 

Chuckling, he left the bed, urging she follow. Her complaints of blindness were met with more chuckles. 

"I guess I'll have to lead you, then," he told her, taking her by the hand to lead her downstairs.

After seating her in a chair at his table he inquired "Bacon and eggs good?" 

"It's better than cum in your face," she replied, wryly.

She sat with her eyes closed, uncomfortably trying to ignore the drying mess on her face as he prepared their food. Fortunately, by the time breakfast was ready for their consumption her facial covering was sufficiently dry enough for her to open her eyes again.

"You're a bastard, you know?" she said, biting into a piece of bacon.

"I know," he said, flashing a grin. "But, that's the sort of thing you can look forward to if you stay with me. Well, that and worse."

"I don't want to know. Not while I'm eating," she said. She pursed her lips and went on with her meal.

The rest of the day went pleasantly. They made love several more times, each time ending, much to her annoyance, with the same results as the first time. By the time he let her take a shower that night, her face had a thorough and unpleasant coating of dried semen.

As they lay in bed that night, after much prodding, she would begrudgingly admit that the degradation she suffered that day had aroused her. His suspicions confirmed, he began making plans for future humiliation of the girl beside him.



The Object of His Affection Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Humiliation

During the next few months, caught in the early throes and excitement of a new relationship, things were relatively easy going. During this time he showed her the lighter sides of his sadomasochistic tastes, promising her it would not always be so easy. 

Many nights he would spend teaching her how to give better blowjobs. Other nights they would simply make love or fuck hard. It was also when she discovered the excitement and humiliation of having to receive permission before climaxing. 

Debbie, for the most part, enjoyed her new situation. She had always wished for more assertive boyfriends and had always wondered why men tended to be so sheepish in the bedroom. Upon voicing this query to James she received an answer that was honest, from his standpoint, and for which she could find little fault. 

"It's because of how men have been trained in this day and age. Men have been told that taking charge is bad and that women can do anything a man can, despite the obvious physical, emotional and psychological differences," he told her.

It was a Friday, nearly six months into their relationship, when she inquired as to why he had not bound her. She had hoped, nearly every night, that he would tie her to the bed and take her. He explained that it was not the time. "Soon, you will begin to experience those "other things" you wish to experience."

That night, he asked if she wanted a new experience. Excited at the prospect, she nearly jumped when she told him she would. For the next few hours she waited, expectant and excited, for him to unveil his plans.

At nine O'clock that night, he told her to take a shower. "After you dry your hair, I want you to come downstairs. You are to be naked. Understand?" 

After an excited "Yes, Sir!" she bolted upstairs to complete her orders. Twenty minutes later she was downstairs and standing, naked, just as he commanded.

Seated on his soft leather couch, James commanded she stand in the middle of the room with her hands at her side and solidly against her thighs. 

"Now tell me, how many times have you masturbated since we have been together?" he asked.

"I haven't...I don't," she stammered.

Rolling his eyes, he began again. "How many times?"

Blushing, she stammered, "A few times...I don't know how many times...a lot, I guess." 

"That ends now. From now on, you are never to masturbate or cum, ever again, without my permission. Understand?"

She blushed again, trying to hide her face under the cover of her long auburn hair. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Good. Now, it's time for me to see how you masturbate" he told her. "Do you do it standing or sitting or laying down? How?"

"Oh my God. I can't...I...I don't want to do this," she said in a shaky voice.

"How? What position?" he demanded.

"Sitting. I sit on the couch or lay on my bed," she said, wishing she could crawl under a rock. "My legs are usually spread and my legs are bent. My...my knees are usually up in the air."

James left the couch and sat in the easy chair across from it. Then, his voice low, he told her "Go...show me."

Obeying him, she sat on the couch. She didn't more for a long moment, praying she would wake from this dream. After a quick "Now!" she took a deep breath and lifted her legs, spreading them slightly. 

"This is how you sit?"

"Yes," she whispered. She was sweating now, nearly overwhelmed by the moments embarrassment. "Please, can we not do this?" she pleaded.

"Now, slide your hand between your legs and show me how you masturbate," he commanded.

Closing her eyes, she slid her right hand between her legs. More embarrassment flooded through her being as she discovered that she was extremely wet. Then, almost against her own command, her fingers began rubbing the sensitive flesh between her legs.

"I own that pussy," he said. "Never forget that. I own it.?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Say it."

"You own my pussy."

"Again."

"You own my pussy", she repeated. 

Before long, his repetitious command was no longer necessary and she began repeating the words as if a mantra. It was not long after that she became lost in her sexual excitement and found herself in need of release.

"May I cum?" she asked, ever dutiful to ask, as he required of her.

"Who do you cum for?" he demanded.

"I cum for you," she replied.

"Tell me again. Who do you cum for?" he repeated.

"I cum for you."

"When do you cum?" His voice was hard and demanding now.

"When you command it," she said, desperation building in her voice. "I cum for you. I cum when you command it. Please, may I cum? I need to cum so bad. Please, let me cum?"

"How badly do you want to cum?" he asked.

"So badly...so, so badly. Please let me cum!" Her voice was quivering with need.

"So, why don't you cum?" he inquired.

"Because I'm not allowed...not without your permission," she answered.

He smiled, pleased by her surprising willingness to suffer for him. He had, it seemed, under estimated her submissive nature and need to please. This miscalculation did not displease him in the least.

"Please...please, let me cum for you!" she was nearly frantic now.

"Stop rubbing," he said.

Frustrated, she let out a groan and hesitantly stopped rubbing, withdrawing her hand from her needy organ.

"You want to rub your pussy again?"

She hardly noticed the smug tone in his voice, knowing only the need for release. 

"Yes," she pleaded. "Please let me rub my pussy."

"What will you do for it?" he inquired, knowing her answer.

"Please...anything you want...I'll do anything. Just please let me rub my pussy. Let me cum," she sounded near to panic, so great was her frustrated need.

"You may rub."

Her hand was back between her legs, massaging the dripping orifice. Immediately, she began undulating and moaning. Then, as before, she began begging for release.

Not satisfied with her suffering, he made her desist her self-pleasure yet again. She groaned, pulling her hand from her sex, her hand hovering hesitantly over her need. 

"Please, I need to cum," she begged. "Please let me rub my pussy. Anything, I'll do anything."

Over and over he made her rub her sensitive flesh, making her pull her hand from her sensitive mound when she approached orgasm. Many times she would scream out her frustration as tears flowed down her face. But then, just as she neared her breaking point, she heard those magical words: "Cum for me, slut".

It burst upon her as if a thousand stars had exploded. Her sight left her visions of strange design, a kaleidoscope of ever changing chaos of color and light. Her knees were pulled against her body as her toes and feet twisted frantically about. Finally, exhausted and more than satisfied, her rubbing slowed and then came to a halt. 

"I didn't tell you to stop rubbing, slut!" she heard.

Mindlessly, she began rubbing again. A quick command of "Cum, whore," brought another orgasm. His command was repeated time and time again, until she begged him to let her rest. 

"Please, let me rest...I can't...I can't...no more," she begged. 

"You wanted to cum, slut," he hissed. "Now, you have your wish. Cum for me."

"Please...no more!" she cried out, another orgasm hitting her. "I can't take it. Please!"

After a time, she could hear little, other than his repeated commands to cum and cum again. Never did it enter her thoughts to disobey, even as she begged for mercy.

"Stop, slut," he finally commanded.

She obeyed. 

There was no thought at this point - no identity or emotion. There was only a sense of being and the need to obey his words. She did not know why, nor did she question it. At this moment, she was just an entity occupying space, obeying the only thing she knew; his voice.

"I own you," he said. I was not a question or a demand. It was a statement of fact. "Say it."

"You own me," she forced out between breaths.

"Cum for me, cunt," she heard.

Immediately she erupted in another orgasm, both arms slamming back against the couch cushions. Again and again he commanded she cum for him. Each time she obeyed with a blistering orgasm that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere.

"Stop!" he commanded. And it was over. 

"I own you," he said again.

Then, as if nothing had occurred, he commanded she go to the bedroom and to await his arrival. He would shower and shave, he told her. "When I get settled into bed, I don't expect to have to tell you to suck my cock." 

Had she had her wits she might have been shocked. As it was she was barely able to acknowledge his words before shakily departing for his bedroom. She was still nearly devoid of thought when, twenty minutes later, he slipped into bed. Once he was settled, she slid between his legs to suck his cock.

"Which do you prefer, dear...would you prefer I cum on your face or in your mouth?"

Momentarily freeing her mouth from his cock, she said "My face. Please cum on my face so I can wear it all night."

It was not her preference. They both knew it. But it was his preference. He was quite pleased with her at that moment and he told her so. She smiled, glad that she had pleased him.

"Suck." It was a soft command; softer than usual. Somehow, it seemed to carry a tremendous weight that excited her. Obedient and eager to please him, she engulfed his cock with her mouth, sucking him to the best of her ability.

Many times he would halt her action to ask where she preferred to receive his cum. Each time he was met with "On my face".

Finally, he asked her "Do you think you are worthy to wear my cum?"

Lifting her head from his cock and furrowing her brow, she considered his question. Unable to find the proper answer: one that would please him. She gave a tentative "I don't know" before dipping her head to return to her chore. 

"You are not. Not yet. When you are worthy, I will cum on your face," he told her. "For tonight, and until you are worthy, you will swallow. You will eventually wear my cum again. But only when I feel you are worthy to do so." 

Later that night, long after he had filled her mouth with his hot and viscous fluids, she cried. What had she done wrong, she wondered. Why was she not worthy to have him cum on her face? She cried herself to sleep, wondering where she had failed him.

Slowly, as the months progressed, he re-enforced his edict that she was not worthy to wear his cum. Even when she began begging for him to allow her to wear his cum, he would tell her she was not worthy. 

"You may never be worthy to wear my cum, Deb," he would tell her from time to time. "Your blowjobs have much to be desired and your obedience is lacking. When these things improve you might be worthy of wearing my cum. Until that time, I cannot see giving you that pleasure."

Eventually, she began to see that he was right. She was not worthy of wearing his cum. She did talk back and she had nicked his cock with her teeth on more than one occasion. This did not discourage her, however. Instead, it steeled her to become more of what he wanted, hoping to be granted the honor of wearing his seed once again.

Her determination was obvious, pleasing him considerably. Often, he would consider her progression, knowing she would eventually allow her submissive nature to take over more completely. That was the day he reckoned would be the most joyous day of her life.



The Object of His Affection Ch. 04



Chapter 4 -- Pavlov's Dog

It was the eve of their anniversary. She had gotten "all gussied up" at his command and now awaited his arrival at her door. When at last he arrived, he was in suit and tie, bearing flowers and a large gift-wrapped box.

"Happy anniversary, pet," he said, smiling. "I have something special for you. I only hope you accept it."

She could not imagine what he might have that she would not accept. A quizzical look on her face, she leaned in to kiss him and retrieve her bouquet. Then, after placing the large bouquet in a vase on her coffee table, she sat on the couch beside him, reaching for the gift-wrapped box. 

"Before you open your present, I want you to understand the significance of it," he started. "If you accept the contents within, you will be expected to quit your apartment and move in with me. I want to have you day and night, for now and always."

Debbie burst into tears, falling into his arms in a strong embrace, covering his face with wet tears and emotion filled kisses.

"Of course, I'll move in," she nearly shouted. 

After wiping her face she turned to the box and began unwrapping it. What she found were four black leather cuffs and a wide leather collar of the same color. There was also a pair of black stiletto heels with a locking ankle strap.

"If you accept these gifts there is significance behind them," he said, looking into her eyes. "It means that our relationship will intensify and that you can look forward to experiencing many of the things I have told you about over the years."

For a moment she didn't know quite what to say. She had longed for him to use his cuffs and collar. She had longed to be bound and used for his pleasure. However, even after being with him for the last year, she feared much of how she knew he would use her.

"Can I think about it...give you my answer later tonight?"

"Let's go," he said. " When we get back you I'll expect that answer."

Debbie was quite relieved. This was not something she could rush into and, though she loved him and had enjoyed her submission to him, she was still fearful of it.

Dinner was a pleasant affair. They talked and laughed, remembering old times and not so old times. Often, he would mention a particularly memorable evening of recent past, bringing a blush to her skin. 

"You recoil from certain of my comments," he stated, stirring his drink. "But I know you like not being allowed to cum until I command it. I know you like when I embarrass you."

"I do," she acknowledge, still blushing. "I like everything, even what I don't like. You...you make me want it. I don't know how and it scares me. But I like it."

By the time they returned to her apartment she was happy and excited, having already reached a decision regarding her gifts. As soon as they crossed the threshold and entered her living room she kissed him, embracing him tightly.

"Will you do something at my request, just this once?" she asked, smiling demurely.

"What is it?" 

"Will you go to the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me?" she asked.

He starred at her for a brief moment longer, considering her request. "Sure. I'll be waiting in bed. Don't make me wait long."

Once he had slipped away, she removed her clothing and applied his gifts to her body. First, she slipped on his collar, enjoying the sudden claustrophobic tightness as she buckled it on. Then, after fastening the cuffs about her wrists she slipped her feet into the menacing looking shoes and buckled them on as well. 

She discovered, as she looked through the box, that there was a small envelope. Curious, she opened it to discover that there were several small locks and a pair of keys. She tested them, discovering that, all the locks were identical and that one key was all that was necessary. In a moment, each of her adornments was locked on to her body, ensuring that only the bearer of the keys could release her from her trappings. Then, she headed to her bedroom and to the man who awaited her. 

His weight pressed heavily on her doubled body. She had been bound with her arms stretched and spread over her head. Her ankles, much as she had imagined, had been bound to their corresponding wrist. He was pounding into her, whispering words of lust into her ears and heightening thrill of the moment.

He was generous that night, not torturing her by making her wait. When she asked permission to cum it was granted each time. Then, as was his practice, when he neared climax, he asked "Where would you like me to cum?"

Suddenly melancholy and knowing she was not yet worthy, she replied "On my face".

Then, as if in a dream, he pulled out of her and straddled her bound body. She watched in disbelief as he stroked his cock, spewing his semen across her face. Her melancholy was replaced, in that instance, with pride and happiness.

Three more times he made love to her bound body. Three more times she was found worthy to wear his cum. Finally, spent, he lay down beside her and slipped into the darkness of sleep.

As he drifted into dreams, she lay beside him, proud to be wearing his cum. Her apparent worthiness filled her with happiness and pride. It was then that she realized that her worthiness was determined, not by the quality of her blowjobs or her obedience but by her willingness to give herself over. It was that release and it's accompanying trust that had made her worthy to wear his seed. Happy, and with a smile on her damp and sticky face, she joined James in sleep.

Morning came to soon. With it, she discovered the pain that comes with being bound doubled over for so long. Looking over to James she could see that he was still sleeping. She thought, for a fleeting moment, that she might wake him and ask to be let loose of her bonds. Then she thought of how he had made her feel the previous night and decided to endure the discomfort she was feeling. Besides, she did not want to disappoint him in any way.

Eventually, the call of nature woke James. After a quick trip to the bathroom he returned and released her fatigued and sore body from her bonds.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, lying back on the bed. 

Her initial reaction was one of irritation. She was quick to catch herself before her irritation was made public. After a quick stretch, she slid down between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. Fortunately for her cramping muscles, he was not long in reaching climax. After delivering a fresh coating of semen to her face, he commanded she ready breakfast while he showered.

Breakfast was nearly complete when he sauntered into the kitchen. She turned and smiled, dried cum flaking along the corners of her mouth and the dimples in her cheeks. 

"Cum for me," he commanded.

A brief moment passed as his words sank into her head. Suddenly the wave hit her and she was forced to grip the counter top to keep from falling to the ground. Moments later, she regained her strength and stared at him wide eyed.

"Bacon's burning," He was casual, as if her cumming with only his command were an every day occurrence. 

Perplexed and slightly unbelieving in what had just happened, she returned to her cooking. She was in a daze during the rest of her cooking duty. She was still thinking of the strange occurrence when she finally placed their food on the table and took her seat opposite him. 

"How did you do that?" she inquired. "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Pavlov's dogs," he said, grinning. "I trained you. Now, you cum on command."

"No fucking way! That's not possible," she exclaimed. I'm not like some dog that you can train to do tricks."

"Yes you are. I own you. Now, cum for me." 

This time, there was no hesitation. Instead, the wave hit hard and quick. She stared at him from under troubled brows, excited, dismayed and frightened at this new development. When her orgasm finally subsided she opened her mouth, as if to speak. Nothing was emitted, however, and she stared, a dumb animal, unable to form words.

He smiled at her, noting the odd mix of emotions that were apparent on her semen coated face.

"Eat up," he said. 

Finally, after several long moments of silence, her thoughts returned to her. Several times she made to speak. Her thoughts, returned though they were, were a jumble and she was unable to form a coherent structure to them. She felt that she should say something: perhaps an edict of irritation or pleasure. Little came to her, however. 

"Oh my God. You...I...this can't be real!" she finally gasped. "You...I....can't...what the hell?"

He merely chuckled, noting to her how pleased he was that she could be trained so well. He was quick to note, much to her chagrin, how "wonderful" she looked when cumming for him at his command. She was not so thrilled as he. 

It was nearly a week before she fully accepted and began to enjoy his control over her orgasms. She had worried, initially, that anyone could make her cum. He assured her that it was not likely. Few people, he offered, would likely make such a command. 

"Besides," he offered, "It's not just the command: it's who commands."

A month later she quit her apartment and moved in with him. On this day she was informed that she would be expected to change her house wear. Her collar, cuffs and stiletto heels were to be her standard mode of dress, unless otherwise ordered. When they were out, he allowed, she could wear whatever she wanted adding, "unless I have other ideas for your evening wear." To her surprise, she found this edict quite arousing.

Weeks turned to months and then, before she knew it, another year was gone and they were fast approaching their second anniversary together. This anniversary, rather than present her with a gift, he requested one from her.

"It's a request and not a command," he told her. "It requires your free consent and will not be considered disobedient should you choose against it."

His request stunned her and she was glad he gave her time to mull it over. Even more relieving was that it was not a demand. With a bra size of thirty-four "DD" she was already a large breasted woman. Especially considering her breasts were housed on a five foot three inch frame. Having them enlarged, to whatever size he had planned, would make her look ridiculous.

Finally, on the day of their anniversary, she came to him and told him she could not grant his request and asked if she could give him anything else. With a smile, she was instructed not to worry on the matter. 

His calm and happy willingness to forget his request only served to disappoint her. For, despite his reaction, she felt as if she had failed him.



The Object of His Affection Ch. 05



The Object of His Affection -- Discovery

She lay on her belly, each ankle bound to it's corresponding wrist. If she could have she would have been screaming. Instead, she could only attempt to scream, a large ball gag halting her voice from completely expressing her pain. James lay on top of her, thrusting his cock into her ass. As she had always feared, it was a terrible pain and it could not end soon enough. 

When he had begun his binding he promised she would experience pain. He was quick to admit that he could make this a more pleasurable experience. In the future, it would likely bring her great pleasure and minimal, if any, pain. However, there was only one first time and his sadistic side was in need.

His entry was excruciatingly painful and felt as if he were ripping her in twain. As he had prepared her, he dripped a small amount of saliva between the crack of her posterior. Then, after rubbing his cock over the saliva and his intended target, he forced his way in. One slow and steady thrust and he was buried deep in her ass.

She screamed as best she could, hoping he would stop or withdraw or just give her a moment to recover. Her wish was not met. As soon as he had buried himself inside her ass, he began his long and painful strokes; each stroke nearly pulling from her tortured ass, only to be buried, once again, deep inside of her. 

At first entry, James reveled in her obvious pain and futile struggles. When his further thrusting was met with even more pain and struggles he was near to ecstatic. Consequently, the more she screamed and struggled, the harder and faster he thrust. It was a vicious cycle.

It was over too soon for James. After mere minutes he could contain himself no more. With a sudden jerking and arching of his back, he climaxed, sending a hot wave of fluid into her colon.

For a long while afterwards he lay on top of her, allowing his cock to grow soft inside her battered hole. With his softening he could feel the involuntary twitch of her sphincter. Pleasurable as that was, it hardly compared with her voluntary squeezing and pushing her felt. Few things were, to James, more intense or exciting than feeling a tightening asshole around his cock.

Lifting his head, he decided it might be time to pull the gag from her mouth. She might, he thought, be unable to breathe after so much crying. On the other hand, he was likely to get an ear full of angry complaints. Judgment and care prevailed.

Upon removal of the gag there was little from her other than soft crying. To his surprise, after she had regained herself, she did not offer up any words of anger or harsh comments. Instead, her words were a quiet description of the pain she had suffered. Then she returned to her quiet sobbing.

For many minutes James pondered her reaction to his brutal act of buggery. She had not expressed anger or told him she would never allow it again, as he expected. Instead, she seemed to have accepted it. More importantly, it seemed that she had accepted the possibility that she might suffer similarly in future. Her nature, he noted, was gaining more ground, while the headstrong woman was losing ground.

The next morning found them in the shower together. As many couples in love are wont to do, they were enjoying the sensuous pleasures of washing their lover. As is often the case, the two followed the occasion by drying each other off under the cover of the hot misty room.

Over breakfast they spoke of the previous nights activities. He admitted to her the intense pleasure it had provided him. Her struggles and tears, he told her, had caused him to find climax with considerable quickness. He also admitted to looking forward to enjoying such pleasures again.

Debbie was less enthusiastic. She admitted to wanting to experience anal sex but she had never wanted such pain. She concluded her comments on the matter with an expression of hope, that the next time wouldn't be so painful.

"You're enjoying the conversation, aren't you?" asked James.

"No," she said, avoiding eye contact. "It was painful and humiliating. Why would I enjoy talking about something that was so unpleasant?"

He pushed and prodded with invasive and embarrassing questions. Finally, in a burst of frustration, she admitted the conversation was arousing. 

"Look," she concluded, "I don't know why it's arousing and I don't like that it is! And that arouses me too! Okay?" 

"It's the humiliation," he told her. "You enjoy the humiliation."

She looked at him with furrowed brows. "You're nuts. Who, in their right mind, would get off on being humiliated?"

"You get off on it," he was almost too matter of fact for her tastes; almost smug.

"No," she replied, looking into her coffee cup. "I don't like to be humiliated. I like that it pleased you, that's all."

After breakfast, he brought her to the living room and made her kneel in front of him. 

"In a few minutes, I am going to fuck your ass again. This time," he said, "You are not going to be tied up. This time you are going to be on your knees. This time I am going to cum in your mouth. Go take care of the dishes and return to the front room."

She swallowed hard, hoping to find a way to escape his proclaimed plans. She was not ready to be taken that way again. Beyond the pain, she was also disgusted at the thought of his cock going from her ass to her mouth. Before she could make to speak, he was gone, retiring to their living room.

The dishes were done in a haze. Throughout her chore she sought the words, which would get her out of this terrible predicament. Unfortunately, she was unable to find those words and, upon her arrival to the living room, she found herself quite unable to resist his wants.

"Are you my whore?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm your whore." Her voice was thin and shaky.

She hated the term "whore". She hated all such derogatory terms for women. More than speaking those words, she hated calling herself a whore. Worse yet, she hated the excitement she felt at telling him she was a whore -- his whore.

"Get on your hands and knees and get ready to take my cock up your ass," he ordered. 

Slow to obey, she received a stern look that made her feel insignificant and small. It was all it took to set her into motion.

"Get that ass up and your head down," he commanded. "I want to see that big ass of yours and nothing else, cunt!" 

She bit her lip and slumped into position. Her internal battle became greater and she began to question why she let him treat her so.

"Tell me what you feel like right now."

She took a deep breath, assessing his question. "I feel horrible. I feel like a piece of meat...I hate it. And those words you used for me...I hate those words. They're demeaning."

"Why did you obey then?" he asked.

"I don't know! Because I have to...it's how you want me," she began, "I want to be what you want. I need to...to be what you want me to be."

James knelt behind her and reached out to her sex. She was wet. Fingers probed at her wet entrance, finding their way inside of her to stroke her. 

"You're plenty wet, aren't you?"

"Yes...yes, I'm wet." She was sobbing now.

"Would you still say that you dislike humiliation?"

"I can't like it," she cried. "If I did...if...there would be something wrong with me. What kind of person would I be?"

He continued stroking her; pointing out how wet she while using vile words to describe her and her reaction to his comments. Before long, she was panting, begging for release. He would not allow it.

"Not yet, my cum slut. Not until you admit how much you like this humiliation," he whispered to her.

She cried out, frustrated and angry. She knew that she should storm out and tell him what she thought of his words but she could not bring herself to do so. Instead, she begged for release.

"Not until you admit it, cunt!" he said, his voice sounding contemptuous.

She hated him, suddenly. He already knew how she reacted to his humiliating words and treatment. He already knew how it aroused her. Wasn't it enough that he knew? Why should she have to tell him? All these thoughts filled her mind. Suddenly, she heard her thoughts. It was at that exact moment when he withdrew his hand from her twitching sex, drawing a terrible groan of protest.

"Please, please, don't stop. I need it. Please, I'll do anything," she begged. " I like being called names and being treated like a whore. Please...let me come! Please! I like being humiliated. " 

He did not appease her. Instead, he clipped her chin with his finger, lifting her to face him. "Good girl," he told her, before leaving her with her thoughts.

Humiliated, confused and ashamed, Debbie curled into a ball on the floor and cried as she had never cried before. Such torture was repeated with more and more frequency in the coming months. Each night she would fight it, eventually giving in. Each night, she would be left to cry, alone with her painful knowledge. 

Eventually, she gave up fighting what she knew was true without a fight. Immediately after, she broke down in tears. Unlike before, however, James was quick to take her in his arms and whisk her into their bed, to comfort her and wipe away her tears.

"One does not choose ones sexual orientation or skin color anymore than one chooses what excites them sexually," he explained. 

She accepted his comments - mostly. Somewhere deep down, however, she wondered if he was wrong and if she hadn't committed some crime that she was subconsciously punishing herself for. 



The Object of His Affection Ch. 06



They were laying on the couch on a lazy Saturday afternoon. The sun shone through the trees outside, casting shadows that moved with the light breeze. As usual, she was naked but for her cuffs, collar and stilettos. Half asleep, she wrested on his lap, her arms wrapped around him, secure and comfortable.

She looked up at him and smiled. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"You know what I want," he told her.

She furrowed her brows quizzically, nodding her head to the negative.

"Right now, I would enjoy seeing your wonderful breasts enhanced a bit," he told her. "Remember when I mentioned it before?"

She clamped her lips tightly, considering his comment. For a long time she stared at him, not making a sound. She had all but forgotten his request, having received no further comments on the matter since declining his initial request.

"How big do you want them?" she inquired.

"Doesn't matter. That is, it shouldn't matter to you."

"Of course, it matters. I have to work and live with them," she said. "And I would have to deal with the people at work. What would they think if I got my breasts - already a thirty-six "DD", I might add - enlarged? What kind of a narcissist would they think I am?"

"Quit."

"My job?"

He tilted his head to look at her. "Yeah. I have plenty of money. Or haven't you noticed?"

"How big?" she asked, her voice trailing into a higher octave.

"I don't know", he said. "I'll know when I talk to the doctor."

"But I can quit work and not have to worry about being ogled and ridiculed by anyone?"

"Yup."

In the past, she had considered having her breasts reduced somewhat, if anything. The notion of enlarging them further had never entered her mind until he had mentioned it. 

She looked up at him, thinking about his request; wondering what he had in mind. She loved him so much and longed to please him, always feeling as if she had committed a terrible crime if she failed him in any way. What was she to do, she wondered.

"You really want me bigger?" She was hopeful of a change.

"Yes," he said. "I want you bigger."

She thought of the possibilities. Maybe he only wanted her a little bigger, she thought -- hoped. Then again, he might want her breasts to be as big as basketballs or bigger. How could she deal with something like that?

"I can't," she thought. "How can I? I'm already too big."

She was suddenly sad, imagining the look in his eyes when she told him "No". How could she disappoint him again? Especially after showing her who she really was? Especially after teaching her not to fight herself. 

"I can't disappoint him again," she reasoned. "I can't. I can't...but I have to."

She made to answer and then stopped, open-mouthed. She started again and then faltered. She gulped air, preparing for his disappointment. Then, she blurted out the words that surprised even her; "I'll do it."

The rest of the week was a blur for her. Often times she would stare at her bare breasts in the bathroom mirror, imagining how they would look after her impending surgery. One day, while she contemplated her future bra size, she heard his voice calling to her. It was time.

The drive to the "Facility" was a long one. During the journey he explained that the doctor he was taking her to see was a friend of his.

"His name is Jerry and he specializes is this sort of thing," he told her. "Actually, he does far more extreme things for people than breast enlargements. Anyway, he is good. The best, in fact."

Upon arrival to the "Facility" she got an odd feel about it. It was clean and sterile, just like any other doctors office. However, the air about the place seemed rather cold and lifeless, as if something horrible lurked about.

They were ushered into Jerry's office almost immediately. James and Jerry shook hands and engaged in a brief moment of small talk and catching up. Then they got down to the business at hand.

"So, you say you want to increase your bust size?" 

"Well, yes. That is...er...James wants me to get it done and I want to do it for him," Debbie replied.

"Have you decided on a size?"

"Yes, I have," James interjected. "So, if you can get her prepped, I can tell you what I want."

Jerry looked to Debbie smiling. "I see. Well then, give me about an hour and we will get her prepped." He then excused himself and departed.

"You decided?" Debbie whispered to James.

He smiled, nodding his head. 

"How big?" she demanded.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," Debbie was flustered now. "No. I don't think it does. But it does...and it doesn't. 

James smiled and pulled her to him, assuring her.

What about if I scar?" she asked, hoping to find a way out.

"Don't worry," interjected Jerry, "I go in through the naval. It's called a TUBA. You won't have to worry about scarring."

The moment when she was called away came all too soon for her. 

After the surgery, Jerry had offered to administer a mild sedative for the ride home. There would be residual pain and swelling for the next few weeks but there was no reason she should suffer the long ride and its many road hazards. James agreed and accepted the offer.

Debbie slept through the night. When she awoke the next morning, it was to see the friendly confines of their bedroom. Initially, she thought it had been a dream, having no remembrances of the return trip. Upon rising, she realized that it had not been a dream.

A loud "Oh, my God!" brought James to his feet. She was awake and, obviously, a bit surprised at her enhancements.

"How fucking big are my tits?" she demanded as he entered the room. "I'm fucking huge! What the fuck did you do to me?"

James said nothing. Her reaction was not a surprise to him. Instead, he sat on the bed and listened to her as spoke. She was not angry. Instead there was an accepting sadness as she spoke.

"This makes you happy?" she asked. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, my love, it makes me happy. Part of what you see is swelling, though." He reached forward and wiped a tear from her eye. "You need to keep this bra on for the next few weeks, by the way."

For several hours after her awakening, they would lay together. Sometimes her speech would be fast and nervous and others slow and melancholy. As the hours passed she asked, repeatedly, if he "really and truly" liked her new "soccer ball tits".

Of all the things she had experienced it was, in fact, the most difficult thing she had been forced to come to grips with. Daily, it seemed, she would decide to tell James she wanted her implants removed. However, each time she faced him she failed to tell him her wishes, imagining his disappointment. After a few months of inner turmoil, she came to accept her new breasts. 



The Object of His Affection Ch. 07



Chapter 7 -- Wanting the Unwanted

It was a Friday night. James had placed a gift-wrapped box on the bed and suggested it find it's way onto her body. "We're going out," he shouted from the bathroom, readying himself for a shower.

Obedient and excited, she pulled the contents from the box, flinging wrapping paper about the bed and floor. Within the box was a long silk evening gown and matching high-heeled shoes. When she slipped into it, she could only stare at the reflection of the beauty clad in pearlescent silk. It was all she could do not to cry.

When next she saw him, he was dressed in a fine silk suit. It was black but for small flecks of burgundy which brought out the color in his tie. She gasped, thinking him the most handsome man in the world.

"Tonight, we dine with some of my friends. In fact, you know Jerry. He is in town for some event," he told her. "There will be others. They all know of our relationship and are, in fact, involved in similar relationships as us."

She was a bit put off by his announcement. This would be the first time her relationship would be known to others and it made her uncomfortable. She was made a bit easier by his revelation that the others were involved similarly. Still, it was a bit off-putting. Once the night was over, however, she was at ease and happy.

"James," she beamed at him. "That was a marvelous night. Who would have thought Jerry would be the dancer he is?" 

James grinned at her, well aware of his friend's abilities. 

"And you...you are evil - a tease. You had me hot all night!" she giggled. "Why didn't you tell me you could dance like that? And, James...why haven't you taken me dancing before?"

James stared at her, eyes narrow. She shivered, startled by the evil look in his eyes. 

"Fuck me. You're going to torture me tonight, aren't you?" Her voice was barely audible. 

Later that night, she found herself on her back, doubled over as she had been so many times before. James stood over her, his eyes ablaze and piercing through the darkness in the dim light of the room. He was slow in the removal of his suit. When he was finally naked, his cock stood out from him, a spit in search of a victim. Slowly he slid on the bed to rest his cock between her legs.

She shivered and tried, vainly, to push against him. Slight gasps and vocalized chirps escaped her lips as she shivered in anticipation. He was rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her ass now, running the tip of his cock over the small hole.

"Please don't", she begged. "Not tonight."

He had only taken her ass only once. She had hated it and hoped he would never again make her suffer through such pain. 

"You will ask for this tonight," he told her in a low voice. 

She nodded her head negatively, knowing she would never do such a thing.

He nodded back at her. "You will," he told her.

James stroked his fingers across the hole in her posterior, threatening entry but never entering. He bent down and flicked his tongue against her hole, surprising her. She moaned with the cool tickle, wondering if what he did felt good. It couldn't feel good, she knew. But had it?

He repeated his action again and again, tickling her hole with his tongue. Her concentration faltered and she found herself enjoying it, only to turn it away. He was merciless. Before long, she was helpless to deny her pleasure. Soon, she was begging to cum - begging for him to fuck her.

"No, no, my slut. Beg to be fucked up the ass," he whispered. "Then you will be fucked."

"I can't," she cried. "I can't."

"I won't fuck you until you beg me to fuck your ass."

She groaned, her will weakening. The sensations were intense and terrible. The humiliation of the moment was greater than she could over come and brought a sense of terrible and torturous need. 

"Please fuck my ass!" she burst out, suddenly.

"Ask again, slut," he spat.

"Please don't make me beg for it again...I can't," she cried. 

"Beg me to fuck your ass," he demanded.

He leaned down over her, staring through the darkness, rubbing his cock across her tightened sphincter. He pressed against it, again threatening entry; never entering. 

"Beg for it," he demanded again, continuing his non-advancing assault on her bottom. "I won't enter you until you beg, whore".

His words sent her over the edge. Able to take no more of his torture, she began to beg as he had commanded. First it was a breathless whisper. Her pleas were unanswered so her begging became louder. Then, just as her words turned to another scream begging him to fuck her ass, he obliged her. 

He was slow this time. After lubricating himself with her heavily flowing juices he slipped his cock into her waiting hole. Upon his second stroke she found herself in the throes of a powerful orgasm, followed by another and then another.

His motions were slow and steady and then halting and hard. He stared into her eyes, meeting her in a steady gaze. He whispered words of love, filling her with warmth. Then his words changed to degrading and crass attacks, only to return to more loving words. 

It was a difficult night for her. Once they had finished making love, she had cried herself to sleep, taken with the strange turn she had taken. Her most powerful orgasms had come, not after words of love and care but after his most vulgar accusations. She had previously accepted a need for humiliation. On this night, however, she had faced it, truly understanding her need for humiliation. 

The next day, as she showered, she reflected on the night past. It was beyond her to imagine that something that had been so terrible could be so incredibly satisfying. She had experienced powerful orgasms before but never any that had been quite so powerful as those she experienced last night. Too, she reflected on her self-discovery and wondered how it could be. 

After drying herself and applying her cuffs and collar, she came downstairs to the breakfast table. James was just setting their breakfast on the table when she entered the room. His first gaze brought a blush to her skin, embarrassed by her actions the previous night.

"You forgot to ask if you could cum, you know?"

She looked at him with a sheepish look. "I didn't think...I was...you..." she stammered.

"I know," he chuckled. "It's okay. Sit."

"You know," he began "Jerry was telling me that he could make your waist a little smaller. It's a minor bit of surgery. A small incision, the removal of a rib and a couple adjustments and you would have an even smaller waist."

"What are you looking for: Barbie?" she laughed. "Think I'll pass on it."

"I didn't think you would go for the idea. Not right now, anyway," he said. "Think on it. I think it would look pretty damned hot."