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Bitter Sweet 00

By: Beatnic_jazzman





Bitter Sweet 00



I grabbed the back of the chair to swing it around and rest my feet on the rim of the toilet. I found it was fixed to the floor. Scowling at it in frustration when it didn't yield; I sat down with a resigned sigh, hoping this would all be over soon. I had a half hour of boredom, dwelling on thoughts of what I could be doing if I wasn't stuck here. Then, finally the screen blinked into life.

"I have reviewed the evidence," a fresh faced young man said, looking up at the camera. "Your defense is that your offensive blow was defensive because he was about to strike you."

"It wasn't an offensive blow, I was trying to hook his leg and pull him over," I countered. "I didn't want to hurt him. I was just stopping him from starting anything."

"He claims you were offensive to his fiancé and belligerent towards him. He's making the same claim you are, that you were about to get violent. The evidence shows both of you were ready to strike first. You'd have gotten a fine if you'd pleaded guilty. Your story of kicking him because you were trying to pull him over is so much BS that you're getting a day's servitude for your audacity."

"What!" I exploded at the shrinking picture.

The room light went out as the door opened. I sat there in shock, not believing what had just happened. A screeching noise began blaring from hidden speakers, forcing me out into the corridor holding my ears. Only one way was lit, and I reluctantly walked down to the door at the end.

I walked slowly feeling like the condemned man, desperately wondering if I'd get the chance to appeal. I felt the ache of my battered body returning, my buttocks throbbing the worst from the pounding they'd taken.

The door opened to reveal a lift and I was zoomed up to a small concrete room with a shuttered door where a taxi sat waiting. Its door opened as I approached and wearily climbed inside. The canopy darkened as the door sealed and I heard the shutters grind up.

I was on the road for what must have been at least an hour before the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. The canopy cleared as the door came down and I looked around to find myself in an identical concrete chamber. Set in the back wall was the waiting open door of the lift that would carry me down to my fate.

I got out of the taxi as the door opened and pointlessly dawdled to the lift, following the monotonic directions till I found myself in a near identical cell, this one having a desk and monitor instead of a screen. I lay on the bunk where my aching body would be more at ease.

I spent an hour on a plastic covered sponge, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable before the speakers bing-bonged to announce food. It took another few minutes till a six-inch section of the door flapped down and a pair of robotic arms thrust a tray through onto it.

I rolled off the bunk and collected it, bringing it back to sit and take the cover off. It was processed protein, what I had grown up calling soylent. About the only good thing that could be said for it was that it was nutritious. It tasted more of the flavour enhancer than anything else, with a texture that crumbled as you chewed into it.

The coffee was coloured hot water, but it was wet and welcome and by the second swallow, tasted near enough for me to get used to. When I was done I put the tray back on the little flap and peered through it at the opposite wall which had two other slotted doors.

I felt my aches start again as I bent, only taking a quick look before returning to the solace of my bunk. About a half hour later, the screen sprang into life, attracting my attention as a jingle started playing. I sat up and looked over. There was writing on the screen but it was too small to read at this distance.

Hoping there would be information on how to appeal I got up and walked over. As soon as I sat in the chair the room's lights dimmed. I read the words -- it was the official confirmation of my sentence. There followed a list of the rules and regulations, which I read through to see if there were any other avenues open to me.

I was reassured to find that I was to suffer no physical harm and that my sexual preferences had to be honoured, though I thought that allowing ten hours labour was a bit much. I also thought another of the rules I had to follow was extreme. Refusing any reasonable order could get me an extra day's sentence with the same owner.

I stood and walked dejectedly back to my bunk. It seemed there was no escape and I was fated to stand on the auction block tomorrow. The way my luck was running I would probably be snapped up by some old dowager as a fuck-toy for the day, not quite the fucking I'd imagined myself doing.

It was at least an hour after that the lights dimmed, leaving me in an eerie, blue lighted cell. I turned over to face the wall and conjured up the image of my favourite vid star, thrashing my cock as I played out a scene of her worshiping my cock and sucking it dry.

The bunk vibrated under me and I woke with a start, blinking my eyes in the bright light. I jumped off the bed as the shaking got more violent. I stood and stretched, then scratched and tested my tender spots, finding that all but the worst had faded.

I used the toilet. As I stood and flushed, it slid back and a shower head descended with a little tray appearing out of the wall, carrying soap, a cheap plastic toothbrush and a tube of depilatory cream.

A bing-bong chimed with the breakfast announcement as I air dried myself. I was waiting when the slot opened, taking my breakfast as the mechanical arm slid it in. I had a bowl of some porridge and a mug of water; it seemed around here the condemned man didn't get a hearty breakfast.

The door opened ten minutes after the trays were collected, and my curiosity was aroused when there was no accompanying announcement. I walked over and looked up and down the corridor. There were five other men, all of them looking older. At the end of the corridor, a door opened and the lights above started to fade. I walked with the rest to the lighted doorway, walking through to find tables and chairs.

"You'll be alright," said the man next to me. "You won't be out picking litter with a dong like that."

"No, he'll be the plaything for some rich bitch; they'll be salivating at the sight of that monster," said a balding guy coming over. "I'm Sam, from Asimov."

He held out his hand, and I reached over and shook it. "Hi. I'm Rick, a spacer."

"Greyham, Delta IV," said the first guy. "I've got two days." He looked enquiringly at us.

"One for affray," I said, looking at Sam.

"A week, but it was worth it." He chuckled.

"What happens next?" asked Greyham.

I shrugged my shoulders looking at Sam.

"I think we're waiting for the ones that were auctioned out yesterday," answered Sam.

We drifted over to sit around one of the tables, the hard plastic feeling cool on my bare skin.

Greyham started staring nervously around. "I wish things would hurry up."

Sam laughed. "You may wish you hadn't said that, not with some old dragon out there with money enough to buy you."

Greyham gave a nervous giggle before resting his head in his hands, a miserable expression forming on his face.

I laughed. He looked like a man with more problems than me.

"You shouldn't be laughing either; some of those rich bitches will wilt your dick with a queue of friends," Sam said as he turned to me.

"How come you know so much?" I asked.

"It's my third time around; I'm being deported after my week is up."

I was bursting with curiosity about his crime.

"I won't be here to get caught again and I'm never coming back," declared Greyham.

"I've got a six month contract to start when I get out, this was supposed to be my fucking holiday," I put in.

"My wife is going to kill me when I get out," complained Greyham, plonking his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands.

"Yes, but you'll have a tale to tell the boys back home," said Sam laughing again.

A monotonic voice blared through the speakers. "Attention, attention. Prisoners will follow the yellow line." 

"That's us," Sam said standing.

I stood and followed him out the newly opened door, tracking the lighted line in the floor. It led us to the back of a queue of other men who were already wearing the dreaded green collar. As we waited, I heard a voice calling out names. Looking to the side, I peered up the line to see a guard approaching.

When he got to us six newcomers at the tail, he handed each of us a green collar as he marked us off on his pad. I looked at it in my hands. There was a red patch on one side of the ring for the leash and a grey one on the other.

"Put it on," the guard ordered on his way back up the line.

I slipped it around my neck, feeling the magnetic clasp close to seal it there. Soft though it was, I was acutely aware of it. For those like Greyham it was a badge of shame, to me it was a wasted day. Whatever happened, it wouldn't kill me and it just might be that a beautiful girl bids to win me.

The line began moving in fits and starts, having us shuffle forward. It wasn't till I got to the front that I found that the delay was in sending us singly across a walkway, stopping in the middle to do a three sixty before walking off the other end.

As I turned in front of the chattering crowd, the sight of some of the hungry faces had my cock twitching and thickening. I also saw a screen with a live feed showing a close up of me with my vital statistics displayed on a sidebar.

Behind the display and the auctioneers' lectern, I could see the first of the prisoners seated on tiered benches with more joining them. As I exited the walkway, I joined a smaller shuffling queue and climbed to my place on the highest occupied row.

I studied the crowd, watching the bidding as most went for a hundred or so, with some of the younger men breaking five hundred credits. I wondered how much I would fetch, hopefully above that as the pick of the bunch.

We shuffled some more, moving from seat to seat as the next up was drawn from the end of the front row. The crowd had shrunk considerably by the time my turn came. There were still two bidders when I hit the two thousand mark. I was rooting for the girl in the tight red leather dress rather than the anonymous guy talking down his sleeve to some unknown bidder at the other end of the phone. Two thousand two hundred fifty was the winning bid, leaving the woman bouncing as the auctioneer's gavel came down and me ogling the way her tits bounced.



Bitter Sweet 01







Bitter Sweet 01



Dafne let out a satisfied moan, her juices flowing liberally and smearing my nose and wetting my chin through the mask as her movements got more energetic. My tongue stretched further as I hoped she'd orgasm soon and be content with that, leaving only Angla to torment me.

"Enjoying yourself?" Angla asked as she stopped stroking me.

"God yes," said Dafne, slowing slightly. "His tongue is longer than yours."

"Try scissoring on his dick then," Angla said. "Let's see if he can please me."

Angla's feet lifted as Dafne eased herself up. Dafne's round ass and sweet pussy hovered above me for a moment as she planted her hands on my chest and lifted herself off my face. As one pussy disappeared, another came with Angla's stocking-covered toes lodging under my shoulders.

Dafne sat astride me, her warm wet pussy pressing my cock against me as she settled, her ankles squeezing my sides. 

Meanwhile, Angla was lowering herself down, her pussy inching towards my waiting tongue as her knees pressed my shoulders flat. Her mound grazed my lips as my tongue snaked up, lapping at the smooth skin. Her aroma assailed my nose with a trace of perfume sweetening her musky bouquet.

I inched closer to orgasm as Dafne rode my cock, the erotic thrill coaxing me to work harder at licking Angla's pussy lips. As the pleasure grew, I began to brush Dafne's stocking-covered legs, my fingertips urging her to pound harder. 

I twitched as Angla twisted and pulled my nipples.

"Slave!" she said sharply, "who told you to do that?"

With my mouth full of her pussy, I reasoned the question was rhetorical and I tensed for the next swat of the rod.

"Answer me," she said, pulling and twisting my nipples again.

"Nm mff," I struggled to speak from the side of my mouth.

She eased up slightly, still pulling my nipples as I felt Dafne's shudder through my cock and heard her moan. The pleasure from her pussy stroking my shaft mixed with the pain in my nipples as I nearly shouted, "No one!"

She released my nipples and settled back on my face. Dafne was shuddering again, her knees squeezing and her nails digging into my torso as they scraped down my ribs.

Thwap! I tensed , waiting for the next on the other nipple.

Thwap! I tried to concentrate on licking, knowing if I faltered, my already stinging nipples would be glowing red with punishment.

"Such a naughty slave, let's see how you do without hands," she said as she stood.

Dafne was grunting now, leaning forward to rub her clit over my cock head. I could see now how satisfied Dafne looked as her hips flexed over me, sending a thrill through me with every stroke.

I wished I was inside Dafne, with the pleasure doubled or tripled from my thick cock stretching her pussy walls. I bent my head further and saw my skin pinched as her fingernails pressed whitely in, the pain of them digging into my ribs masked by throbbing cock until now.

My eyes were straining sideways in their sockets when Angla returned. Dafne suddenly grunted loudly and came to a shuddering stop, her fingernails scraping down my skin as she straightened, her face contorted in a rictus of pleasure. She slid off my cock, leaving me dissatisfied and desperate for release. 

Angla now stepped over me and hooked her toes in under my elbow, the fabric of her hose pressing softly as she pushed my arm up and out. She smiled as she allowed me a long look at her glistening pussy. She bent to clip a rope she held to the strap on my wrist. The rope reminded me of some BDSM porn I'd watched. I found myself beginning to sympathise with what those girls went through.

Dafne looked down at me, hands on her hips and big smile on her face. "A slave has to be careful about what he does with his hands," she said in an amused tone. She bent at the waist, locking eyes with me. "This isn't some free-for-all for your enjoyment. This is about your Mistress's pleasure, not yours, you pansy-assed loser." She swatted me on the hip with her bare foot for emphasis.

Angla finished threading the ropes through the metal rings, immobilizing my arms.

"That's good form, Dafne," Angla commented, "Keep him in his place. Remind them of their subservient status. That is why they seek out your services, after all."

With my arms pinned, the pair stood towering on either side of me.

"Shall we start?" asked Angla, "You're nicely in the mood now."

Dafne giggled. "Yes, I should thank him for pleasing me so well."

Angla threw her head back and laughed before stepping over me. "What do you want to do first?"

"Well, you said my ball-kicking needs a bit of work."

Angla put her arm around Dafne's waist as they walked to the jumble of equipment dumped on the chair.

"We could do that but you've never used a leather cock cage--"

The door chimed.

"Front door monitor," Angla said with some annoyance. The front door monitor blossomed into life. "It's Suzzi," she said, delight colouring her voice. "You carry on. I'll go see what she wants."

Dafne picked through the equipment on the cushion before selecting the cock cage. With that thin lipped grin, she started to pull the laces loose as her gaze tracked down to my now flaccid cock.

"Let's get you hard again," she said as she stepped astride my waist and sat down on my chest.

The laces from the thing trailed over my thigh as she set it down and grasped my cock. She swept her hair back as she bent forward and started tickling my helmet with the tip of her tongue. I felt the thrill surge down to my ball sack. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open.

"Who's enjoying themselves?" asked a new voice. Suzzi's I supposed.

Dafne stopped and looked up. 

"You know Suzzi?" Angla asked.

I took the chance while they were distracted and turned my head as Suzi removed her coat. She had a voluptuous figure. Her halter top was well filled and her hips and thighs swelled within the confines of her short, tight denim skirt.

"Yes, we met that time--" began Dafne.

"Yes, yes sweetie, you two should get to know each other if you're taking over Chloe's place," Angla cut in.

The redheaded Suzzi looked me up and down, her eyes pausing first on my cock then on my collar. "And who's the lucky slave?"

"He's for Dafne to hone her skills on before the Guild exam tomorrow. She's been coming in with me for a few of the punters--"

"Clients, dear," Suzzi corrected.

"As you say, dearest. Clients, but they can be fussy and I don't want to lose any," said Angla.

"Having a young, pretty thing like her will give half of them heart attacks," Suzzi commented, cocking her head in Dafne's direction.

Dafne left me to join them.

"She's just completed her service and wants to make money now. With Mistress Chloe retiring soon, it makes sense helping Dafne buy into her enterprise ," Angla continued.

"Aha," exclaimed Suzzi as she approached to take a closer look at me... or my cock, to be accurate. She placed her bag on the floor and knelt at my side, reaching out to take my cock in her hand. "He's got a decent dick on him," she observed, "What's it like for fucking?" 

"We're going to find out later," said Angla. "First comes Dafne's practice. Believe me, he'll be thankful for a fuck then."

"Oh, I was hoping for a quickie. Would that spoil things for you?" asked Suzzi politely.

Angla laughed. "You'll have to ask Dafne, he's hers. Perhaps she'll do it for a favour down the road."

"Yes, go ahead," agreed Dafne pleasantly, "We've had our little warm up. Have some fun if you want to."

Suzzi stood and hiked her skirt up, revealing a silky bright green thong which she wiggled down to display a bright red, neatly trimmed landing strip. As the thong fell to her ankles, she stepped out of it and straddled me. Her ass on full display, she lowered herself and reached between her smooth thighs for my cock.

Her expert fingers soon had my cock fully erect and me relieved to have some real sex. My head entered her as she pressed down. The feeling was incredible, and I stiffened even more as I thought about the chance to empty my aching balls . 

Dafne stepped onto my chest in her stocking-covered feet. Her ass looming above me was perfectly framed by the garters. She gazed at from between her well-toned legs. She gave a playful giggle.

Her pussy lips were slightly parted with the pink hood of her clit pressing through. She prodded the leather flap tip of the rod to my cheek. I could feel it pressing over the material of the thin mask as she rested the tip on my cheek.

Fixing her eyes on mine, she mockingly asked: "You like that, big boy? Do you enjoy Suzzi using your pathetic cock for her satisfaction and amusement?" 

She and Angla began giggling again. Angla held her stomach as she laughed.

Dafne drew back the rod as her smile thinned. Phat! My cheek stung, mixing pleasure and pain as Suzzi rode my throbbing cock behind her. She squatted to sit on my chest, her foot coming forward to rest on my chin.

"Lick it," she ordered as she pressed on my chin and forced my mouth open.

I bent my head forward, feeling the pull of the rope as my tongue crept out to lick her dirty stocking-covered foot. I could feel the stocking shift around as my tongue stroked her sole. She curled her toes down so I could lick them as well.

Suzzi was in the throes of it, moaning and groaning as she pounded up and down. The thrill of her tight pussy coaxing me to come outweighed the uncomfortable sensation of my still aching balls. I closed my eyes as I focused on the pleasure and let my tongue work over the slickness of Dafne's hose.

I took little notice when she lifted her foot away.

Phat! Dafne struck my cheek with her rod.

My eyes snapped open.

She giggled. "Want to taste my pussy again? Huh, big boy? I want to see if you can service two pussies at once. A multi-service slave has to be able to multi-task." 

Dafne gently slapped my cheek again with the crop. "Open that mouth, bitch-boy!" she ordered, "Time for more servicing."

She shifted, standing on my chest again.

"Does big boy want to lick me clean?" Dafne leant forward and placed her hands on her slender hips, staring down at me with that thin smile of hers. I'b been expecting another session of licking her pussy, when she suddenly thrust her toes into my mouth.

I tried to concentrate on the thrill Suzzi was inducing in my cock, the pressure in my groin growing as I felt my pleasure building. Suzzi gave a stifled scream as I felt her tunnel clench me. I almost groaned in frustration as the waves gripping my cock didn't take me with her.

Dafne twisted her foot, her big toe lodging in my cheek. She giggled again, looking down on me, her eyes bright and a smile on her lips. She took her foot out and wiped it over my face; I felt glad of the mask. Her foot returned to the ground.

Suzzi leant forwards as she dismounted, bending my cock awkwardly as she did. A reminder that my balls still ached.

"Mmm, the perfect first hit of the day," cooed Suzzi, running her fingers through her red tresses. I noticed beads of perspiration had formed on her upper lip. "That was good enough to last till my first appointment."

"Well, Suzzi dear," began Angla, "I don't want to be a killjoy but we need to get on. If you want, you can sit and watch for a few minutes while we get ready."

"No, I'll come back later," decided Suzzi. "We can talk then. I'll see myself out."

Dafne looked over her shoulder watching Angla and Suzzi chat. She turned back to face me, giggling lightly and smiled down at me. "It looks like were ready, big boy." 

She turned and walked down me, holding out her arms for balance as she placed a foot on each of my hips. I dared lift my head a little to look down. Suzzi disappeared out of view as Angla walked back over and stepped between my spread legs, stabbing at my thighs with her toes till I'd spread my legs wide again.

Phat! The sensitive tip of my cock blazed where Dafne struck. My hips twitched as I gritted my teeth. I felt a foot press under my balls, and I tensed for another kick. Instead, the toes rubbed the sensitive skin. The feel of her silky hose countering the fading pain and strengthening my erection.

Dafne giggled, forewarning me that she was about to strike. She lightly kicked my vulnerable cock. When it bounced to a stop, she did it again, slightly harder this time.

As I twitched, Dafne went down on her knees and bent her head forward. I felt a dribble of saliva on my helmet, followed by the palm of her hand as her other hand grasped just under the rim. For seconds it felt delicious, the thrill spreading through me.

Angla's toes pushed at my balls, squeezing them against my body. My hips gave an involuntary jerk. Dafne giggled, wobbling on top of me as Angla's toes gave me another prod.

"All right," Angla announced with a clap of her hands, "Let's get started with the cock cage." 

Dafne sat astride my stomach, her hand still grasping my cock. I heard her spit, then felt the soft caress as her palm brushed over my helmet. My cock responded, thickening in her grasp as I felt the pleasure surge through it.

Dafne giggled again as she brought it throbbing to its full size. I felt her fingers take the tip, then the cool embrace of the leather as it closed around the shaft. She continued to tease my helmet as my cock was pulled about by Angla lacing and pulling to tighten the leather sheath, working her way to the top.

"You put the loop around his balls," she instructed as she grabbed them, "then tighten it as you would a normal one."

I felt the wide leather band slip around and tighten, leaving my balls bulging at the bottom.

"Here, you have a go. It's as easy as it looks," said Angla.

Dafne did it three times while Angla's skilful hands kept me hard.

"You can leave it on and try a little foot play with it," Angla said as she stood.

The image flashed in my mind of her stocking-covered feet caressing it, and of how little it would take for me to come. I wondered if my balls still worked strapped up as they were?

"Come on," Angla said as she walked to one of my outstretched arms. "Let's get him untied."

Dafne stood, giving me a good view of her ass and pussy. Between her legs, I could see the laces dangling from her hand. My cock jerked as she tugged, my balls bouncing slightly.

"Come on, you can play as much as you like after," Angla said jovially.

They both took an arm, freeing me from the rings in the floor while I lay staring at the ceiling. I risked a glance as the stood and moved towards my feet. I let my head drop back as Angla lifted the chair from between my legs. 

"There," said Dafne as she stood.

Angla looked at me. "Up on your feet," she barked.

I scrambled to my feet, ropes dangling from the straps on my wrists as Angla stood waiting, hands on hips.

"Bring the table over here," she said, tapping her foot on the carpet in front of her.

I walked over to the heavy wooden coffee table, my muscles bulged as I lifted. This would have taken the pair of them, I thought as I walked it across. I half-dropped it to the floor in front of her. She took a step back and shook her head.

"No, six inches back," she commanded.

Thwack. Dafne hit my cheek as I bent. I gritted my teeth against the sting of the pain. Dafne just giggled. She stroked my balls with the tip of her rod as I grunted to I shifted it.

"Lie down on it," Angla ordered as I straightened.

I turned and sat on the edge. Thwap. My shoulder blazed as Angla's rod struck.

"On your stomach," she snapped.

I quickly lay down correctly. Angla put the rod flat against my head. "Back," she said, applying pressure. I slid back until my chin rested on the edge. The tip dropped as she turned and walked back toward Dafne. I twisted my head to follow her, feeling vulnerable with them hidden from view.

Thwack. Dafne hit my ass cheek. "Lie still," she said sternly.

Her hand ran down my shin to lift my foot and rest it on her knee, the heavy steel ring twisting the strap around as she threaded the rope through it. As that was happening Angla pulled on the rope to tie one of my arms down to the leg of the table. Within a minute, all four of my limbs were stretched out.

I felt the tip of Dafne's rod brushing over my cheek, then into my crack and down over my rose bud to start poking and jiggling my stretched balls. Another tip started to brush up and down my thigh and then stopped. I felt anxious as I waited, blind to what was going on behind me, and worrying about how exposed my balls felt, strapped up as they were.

Dafne giggled as Angla's tip lifted.

"Right, time for some practice," Angla announced, "Go bring the chair and put your shoes back on."

The mention of shoes had me worried; that couldn't be covered by the rules. Worse, with everything out of sight the camera in my collar wouldn't pick it up. Some fingers slipped into my crack and brushed down, stopping to fondle my balls before grasping the leather sheath that encased my shaft.

She began to milk me, slowly sliding the sheath while rubbing my helmet in her wet palm.

"Wait a minute while I get him hard for you," Angla said, "Now remember, not too hard, he needs to feel it but not to be left writhing in agony. Don't get too enthusiastic."

"Yes, Domina," she answered meekly.

I could feel the sheath tighten as my cock swelled; the pleasure from her ministrations mixed with the tingling induced by the tightening leather restraint. My helmet throbbed, fit to burst as she stopped.

"I think that should do," Angla said as she released me. "Why not start with his cock, practice your aim on the head."

I braced myself feeling trapped and angry. Angry at the motherfucker who got what he deserved, angry at the smart ass judge who'd delivered me into the hands of these sadists with their call-me-'Mistress' airs and graces.

Thunk. The first blow sent my cock bouncing as the platform of her shoe struck its target. The pain was less than I expected but after three or four kicks, I could feel the throb start and the strain on my balls ease as the sheath slackened.

I counted ten before she stopped, my cock too soft now for her to carry on.

"Well that was good, do you want to harden him up for more?" asked Angla.

"No, I'll do his balls next. Get that out of the way and take a rest while we decide what's next."

"If it wasn't against contract, we could have had some anal play, but never mind," said Angla resignedly.

"I've already practised that twice," Dafne said with a giggle.

Scrunch. It was a light tap, the pain lasting a second, but the throbbing was still there when she aimed the second blow. I jerked with the pain of that one as they squashed against my cock.

"Sorry," Dafne said.

"It's alright," Angla replied, "You might do better with your shoes off for this."

The pain subsided a little as I waited, my chest sticky under me and perspiration cooling my shoulder blades.

Smack! I clenched my teeth and balled my fists as she struck again, her soft toes causing the pain to flare up again. Smack, smack, smack. She delivered three rapid ones, the last making me jerk.

Somewhere behind me, Angla laughed.

Smack, smack. Another two and I jerked a little harder.

Thwap. My cheek burned. Thwap. The other one matched it as Angla barked: "Don't move."

Dafne giggled. Smack, smack, smack. I groaned. My balls felt like they were on fire.

My sight went blurry as tears welled in my eyes. I was beginning to know how that motherfucker at the bar felt, except he'd had his all in one dose. If I hadn't been so quick I might not be here now, but I still cursed him under my breath for starting it.

I survived another rapid fire round of three before Angla called a halt.

"You can practise more later," she assured Dafne, "Now help me untie him and we can decide what to do next."




Bitter Sweet 01



I sagged on the table, glad it was all over, except of course the throbbing pain in my balls. As the ropes loosened my limbs flopped down to the floor.

"Get off," ordered Dafne as she came around and stooped to pick up my leash.

I slid around and started to stand.

"On your hands and knees in front of your Mistress," she said as she yanked the leash.

I dropped down and shuffled after her still trailing the ropes as she turned and walked to the couch. She stopped me in front of it and sat down, bringing her feet up to rest on my back. Angla sat next to her and also rested her feet on me.

"So, what else do you need to brush up on?" Angla asked.

Dafne moved a foot to the side of my face as she answered, "I've never used nipple clamps."

"What else is there? Have you used a pricker wheel?" 

"No, not yet," said Dafne, stroking her toes over my lips.

"How about ball clamps?"

"I did that the first session with you," Dafne replied, forcing her toes into my mouth.

I started licking and sucking on her toes through the hose.

"It'll be easier to do that in the chamber," said Angla reflectively.

Dafne giggled as I jiggled her big toe in my mouth.

Thwap. "Be still, slave," commanded Angla as her rod swatted my cheek.

Dafne withdrew her foot sopping wet with my saliva.

"Shall we start?" she asked, her feet going to the floor.

"Yes, if you want. We can stop for a break after."

I heard the word "break" and longed for relief, hoping that the treatment with the nipple clamps would be a short lesson. I followed on hands and knees as they led the way into the chamber. 

"There are few things in this world more endearing than watching a hapless slave crawl about on all fours," commented Angla, "Wouldn't you agree, Mistress Dafne?"

"Absolutely," she concurred, peering back at my bare, upturned ass as I slinked across the floor.

I felt the grain in the artificial wood, my knees sensitive to the ridges and dips as she left me waiting and walked out of sight towards the wall. I heard a creak as Angla opened the cupboard, but didn't dare look in case either of them saw. There was no doubt I would find out what they had planned for me soon enough. 

I heard the rumble of wheels behind me grow louder until Angla stopped a trolley next to me.

"Up on your feet slave," Angla ordered.

I scrambled up, snatching a quick glance at the trolley and seeing a pastry pricker as I straightened. I looked over my head as they reached upward, pulling my arms up in the air as they threaded the rope through the rings embedded in a beam dangling over my head. 

They then threaded it through the rings embedded above me, pulling my arms up. Dafne left and came back with two more ropes and a beam. Again, they tied my ankles so my legs were similarly stretched and secured.

"Shall we start with the pricker wheel?" Angla asked.

"Yes. We might as well," Dafne answered with a giggle, as the winch creaked and the ropes pulled my arms up and out. 

She circled behind me as Angla walked back to the trolley.

Dafne giggled mischievously as I felt what seemed to be a cold rush of iced water down my spine. My back arched and I jerked forward. I realised it was the tines of the damned pricker wheel. 

Thwap! Angla's rod struck my thigh. "You're trying my patience, slave," she said sternly.

I tried to hold still as she ran the points down me again, but the pin pricks of pain had me arching slowly against the pressure. When she got to the lower end of my back, she rolled the device over one of my ass cheeks. She crossed over my cheek several times before administering the same treatment to the other side of my ass. I endured the agony while trying to remain motionless. 

It traced up and around my hip as she circled to my front. She ran it slowly across my stomach and upward onto my hardened nipple. I jerked back. The previous punishment left my nipple sensitive, and I instinctively pulled away. 

Angla's rod struck me, this time across my ass cheek. Dafne looked me in the eye, her smile turning thin as she rolled the tines slowly over my tenderized nipple again. I balled my fingers into fists and looked above her head as I tried to freeze my body.

As she lifted the device off my skin I glanced down to see her eyes fixed on mine. She moved the silver pricker over to my other nipple. I closed my eyes as the pricks started below it, trying to lock my shoulder forward as the first jolt of pain raced to my brain.

My lips went white as I compressed them, stifling the cry in my throat. She rolled it back from a different direction, then over again from a third. My breath puffed out when it lifted, and I opened my eyes she was going to her knees before me, her breasts jiggling a few inches from my cock.

Dafne sat back, resting her ass on her heels. Suddenly, my head was pulled back as the mask tightened on my face. Angla had taken up position behind me. She pressed the tip of her riding crop against my jaw and gave it a light tap. 

"I've given you enough warnings," she said as she released me, drawing the rod back across my shoulder.

Thwack! I had tensed up my shoulders in anticipation of being struck, but Angla surprised me and smacked the crop across my ass. I jerked, and Dafne slapped my helmet with her palm.

"Umph," I breathed out as I felt my balls tingle. 

Slap! She hit it again. "Keep quiet," she said, her tone firm and authoritative.

Thwack! Angla targeted the spot that was still smarting from her last blow. Three more hits followed in quick succession. The pain grew steadily, and crescendoed when she reached ten. then seemed to plateau for the final few. 

Angla grasped the fabric of the mask, pulling my head back. "Slave, when your superiors instruct you to do something, you do it without question. Otherwise, there are consequences. Understood?" 

She tugged on my head again, her rod visible as she brought it to my cheek. "I'm waiting," she said, growing impatient. 

"Yes Mistress," I said loudly, imitating a soldier's 'Yes Sir'.

As she released me, I felt the first prick on my taut inner thigh. I froze, feeling the points as Dafne rolled it up over the soft skin towards my crotch, leaving a blazing trail behind. She rolled it slowly back down with a snigger as my leg trembled.

The tip of Angla's rod brushed over my balls and traced down my encased shaft to rest on my helmet. To my relief, she only stroked it, her sticky spittle lubricating it. I let my head slip forward a little and watched Dafne concentrate as she applied the pricker to the thigh of my leg.

Against my will and despite the new line of fiery ant bites tracking up to my crotch, my cock started to thicken with the pleasure of the leather flap stroking my fraenum. I flinched and stiffened as Dafne rolled the tines over my balls. The thought of the pricks penetrating my bulging skin filled me with terror. 

Her hand was steady as she touched my leg and rolled back. It was like tiny electric sparks from a blunt sewing machine needle. I felt instant relief as she began to slowly roll it down my leg. I tried to concentrate on Angla toying with my cock. I felt near now, throbbing wildly within the confines of the sheath. 

Dafne wasted no time in continuing my torment with the shiny little wheel. She ran it up and over my groin, circling it several times before stopping. 

"That went quite well," said Angla in a casual tone. She was speaking to Dafne through my spread legs. "If you've had enough we can move on to the clamps." She dropped the working end of the riding crop to the floor between my feet, but kept a firm grip on the handle.

I was caught unawares when Angla flipped her wrist upward, slapping the tip of her crop soundly against my cock and balls. The strap around my aching balls tightened and I screwed up my face in pain.

Dafne stood up before me and locked her gaze with my own. "Are you getting a good idea of your lowly position around here, you snivelling bitch?"

I answered in the manner in which I was growing accustomed. "Yes, Mistress."

She sneered back at me, half smiling. "You have no idea how pleased that makes me feel, slave." It was obvious she was being sarcastic. 

She placed her palm on her chest to steady herself, reached back and slapped me across the ass with her hand half a dozen times. "It took you long enough to learn how to address me properly. Your average nitwit would have figured it out in half the time." 

I looked above her. She reached out and ran the tines across my ribs before walking to the trolley.

"We won't need this anymore," said Angla as she scooped up the laces in her hand. Firmly, she pulled my cock up and started to unbuckle the strap that encircled my swollen balls. When she released me, I breathed an inner sigh of relief as my balls swung free.

My eyes strained down to see a small, heavy velvet bag in Dafne's hand. Her eyes flicked to my chest and she reached out with a manicured hand and clenched one of my nipples between her finger and thumb, stretching it out she then fastened a clamp over it.

The vice-like squeeze caught my areola as well, biting into my nipple like a pincher. I felt a second clamp on my other nipple. Dafne looked squarely into my eyes again as she reached into the velvet bag a third time. She came up with a pair of lead fishing weights. She hooked the weights onto the rings dangling from the nipple clamps. 

The clamps twisted flat, biting under the nipples as they stretched them downward. My breath hissed between clenched teeth.

Dafne's eyes flew to my face. "Did you say something, slave?" Her eyes narrowed as they focused on mine.

From the side Angla broke the silence with a clap. "Obviously he has not learned to speak unless spoken to. I think we need a gag." 

Dafne threw a crooked smile at me. I heard the swishing motion of Angla's stocking-covered upper thighs as she padded across the floor behind me. The swishing stopped for a moment and then resumed as Angla made her way back. Angla handed Dafne a red rubber ball with black leather straps dangling from it.

Dafne turned to face me and stretched her arms over my shoulders. Her breasts pressed against my chest. A trace of her perfume met my nose while she fastened the strap; and the velvet bag brushed my back as her nimble fingers threaded the buckle in place. 

She put the ball into my mouth, holding it in as she tightened the strap. She reached back around grabbing the mask, pulling my head around as she leaned to the side to check it. My nipples ached as she stepped back and gravity pulled on them again, causing me to stiffen and brace.

I felt the discomfort of my stretched nipples as I saw her studying me. he dropped into a squat. I felt her pull on my ball bag then felt the pinch of a much larger clamp on the loose skin.

My balls were squeezed as she hung a weight on the clamp pinching my balls. With this, I crossed the threshold from stinging pain to a dull, throbbing ache. Dafne chortled and bounced them several times in the palm of her hand.

"Dafs, do you want to finish here?" asked Angla, holding her hand out in front of herself and inspecting her nails. "I need to powder my nose. I'll put the coffee on while I'm there."

"Okay. I'll be two seconds and join you," Dafne replied, standing.

Dafne watched Angla walk away over my shoulder, then stepped in close and kissed my cheek. "Don't get lonely, big boy; I'll be back."

I felt my saliva start to dribble after a while. I was doing my best to ignore the pain and think of better times, recalling parties, friends, girls I'd fucked. I tried to stay still so not to make the weight on my balls swing too much.

It must have been ten, fifteen minutes before I heard the door open and someone walk across and stop behind me. The weights on my balls danced and clinked as I heard the thwap of her rod and the giggle that told me it was Dafne.

The relief was instantaneous as she unhooked the weights, the same with the bite of the clamp as she removed it. I almost wanted to thank her as the pain and discomfort eased.

She drew a silky hand up through my crack to the base of my spine. "Angla's busy upstairs a minute," she said softly.

A single finger traced around as she bent under my arm to step around in front of me. She brought the finger to my navel and wriggled it in. She had elbow-high, black silk evening gloves on that let her hands slide easily up my chest until my nipples rested in the webs of her thumbs. 

I looked down and locked eyes. Her lips lost their curl as she jerked the clamps off, then regained it when I jerked with the sudden pain.

"Remember," she said as she ducked behind me, "I only want to hear 'Yes Mistress' and 'No Mistress' from you," she continued as I felt her unbuckling the gag.

I rolled my jaw and licked the spittle from the corners of my mouth, while my eyes flicked from side to side watching for her to walk back around. I heard her drop the stuff on the trolley and then saw her turn to me.

She had a small white towel in one hand and she reached up to run the other down my outstretched arm, curling it around my neck as she stopped in front of me.

"You've got a nice body," she said, a trace of admiration in her voice. "Strong and supple."

She reached up and roughly dragged the towel over my chin, and then in hard circles down my chest to clean my dribble before tossing the towel back towards the trolley. She put her hands on my shoulders and traced my muscles down my chest.

When her fingertips brushed over my abs, her eyes flicked back up to mine then she sank down. Her hand continued down over my belly to drag through my pubes and grasped my shaft while the other cupped my tender balls.

I waited with growing dread as she lifted my cock and nearly gasped when her warm, wet lips sucked my helmet in. The pleasure surged through me as my cock thickened and grew, I tilted my head to look down and saw her head twist as she sucked and licked, filling me with pleasure.

My body surrendered to the thrill. I hung there watching her head bob as she pleasured me, feeling my throbbing cock tingle as her soft lips and tongue moved over it. It took a scant few minutes till my hips started to jerk and she tilted her head back, letting my cock slip from her mouth as she looked up at me.

Her eyes seemed to smile. "Ah ah big boy, can't have you coming yet."

My balls ached for release. I felt a little stupid for thinking 'this time' and set my face back to a stony neutral, inside I was boiling with pent up sexual frustration. Her hand took my jaw, pulling my mouth open as she stood up; a wicked grin flickering across her face.

She spat into my mouth. I shuddered with revulsion at the thought as she snapped it shut tight, her silky fingers pressing over my lips. I saw her thin lips broaden into a smile as I gulped, forcing it past my gag reflex.

Her fingertips brushed over my lips as she withdrew them and dropped her hand to my chest. She rubbed it through my chest hair, her other hand joining it before they parted and slid towards my nipples, her eyes flicking back to mine as her fingers found them

I tensed and raised my gaze to the top of her head as her fingers and thumbs took hold and softly rolled them. As I let the tension ease, she pinched and pulled with a little giggle, making me jerk with the sudden spike of pain.

She stepped back and turned, my head following her as she crouched and began to undo one of the ropes spreading my legs. My head snapped back as she rose, and I slid my leg over as she walked to the other floor ring. I surreptitiously eased and flexed my legs as I wondered what her next move would be.



Bitter Sweet 02







Bitter Sweet 02



I was desperate to move as I heard Dafne giggle again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! They were quick and light, but they still hurt like hell and my hips squirmed involuntarily.

Slap! Angla's hand struck flat on my abdomen and my pubes.

Her action kindled my anger; the injustice of the slap firing me up more than the pain of it. The penalty of suffering another day in their hands was the only thing that kept me from rebelling and throwing her off then fucking the pair of them senseless.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Another four tapping blows, and then her toes were wrestling my cock back up onto my stomach, and she arched over it to begin stroking it with the sole of her foot. Even through the throbbing ache, I could feel the silkiness of the hose and a tingle of pleasure.

Angla laughed as she shifted and stood. "Let's break for dinner," she said, amusement in her voice.

"Yes," said Dafne reluctantly.

"You've got plenty of time later. Go on, take him to the dungeon while I get things started."

Angla walked off and my eyes flicked to Dafne.

She kicked my thigh. "Get up!"

I rolled over, the rope dragging across the back of my legs as I got to my hands and knees. She walked around in front of me and snatched up my lead, setting a brisk pace as she headed for the dungeon door. As we got inside the dungeon, she turned to the cupboard and stopped.

"On your back, legs in the air," she commanded.

I sat on my heels, then laid back, the floor cold and hard on my back. As I raised my legs, she grabbed them and unclipped the ropes, then coiled them before putting them away. She then led me to the wall and selected a long chain and locked it to my ankle.

"There's a toilet over there," she said, pointing. "I'll be down with some food for you in a while."

She flashed me a smile before turning and walking off. 

As the door closed behind her, I was on my feet and heading for the toilet. I examined myself after I eased my bladder. I was sore and tender in all the wrong places. My nipples tingled to the touch and my balls still ached, but the throb in my cock was subsiding to a tolerable level. I'd proved my plumbing still worked and I hoped that by tomorrow I'd get a proper chance to check by fucking a normal woman.

I thought about the pair of them as I sat back down where I'd been left, shuffling to lean back on the wall. Dafne was someone I could go for on looks, her almond face and long hair giving her an understated prettiness.

Her body had all the curves I liked with a flat tummy and perfect, plump pussy lips. Her nipples were perfect--too--fat little pencil stubs atop a good handful; I'd love to suck and play with those and feel her youthful flesh under my fingers.

I wondered what it would be like to meet her in real life. I imagined her, legs over my shoulders as I plunged my cock deep inside her, her moaning and groaning as I pumped my seed into her womb. 

The bang of the door opening as Dafne pushed it wide with her foot made me jump and remember where I was.

She strolled over carrying a tray. My eyes flicked from the tray to her face as she neared, a slight smile beginning when her eyes met mine. I was sure I'd seen signs she was attracted to me; maybe my manliness; my stoic disregard for the punishment had impressed her.

"Here's your food," she said, squatting in front of me.

I reached out to take it.

"Ah ah," she said, lifting it away.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said as a guess.

"That's better," she said, proffering it again.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good. I'll be back for the tray when we're finished," she said as I balanced the tray on my thighs.

I watched the buns of her tight little ass and the peep of her pussy through the open crotch of her panties as she walked away, my cock twitching at the thought of the tight, young tunnel nestled inside. When the door closed, I lifted the cover to see a large plate of bolognaise and a large glass of fruit juice. 

I lay back against the wall, savouring the last few drops of the thick, sweet fruit juices as they dripped onto my tongue. This is what cum would taste like if I have been God. Pussy power conquering the universe and men lapping it up, I thought as my imagination ran on.

Overall, this morning's pinching, kicking and scratching had left me sore and uncomfortable, but now I was feeling better. The only thing that still ached was my balls. 

I looked around, wondering what mysteries lay under the covers and what it must cost to run a place like this.

I reckoned nearly three quarters of an hour passed before Dafne reappeared. She'd changed, now wearing a suspender belt and fishnet stockings. She had red patent leather stilettoes and a black thong. Her white, fluffy bustier had half cups that left her nipples just peeping through the feathery edge.

My cock twitched, forever hopeful, at the sexy sight of her, wishing we were meeting as equals so I could enjoy her body too. She tapped her rod on her palm as she came over, and I focused in on it first, seeing that she wore white doeskin gloves.

My eyes flicked to her face and the smile on her lips. 

"On your knees, slave," she snapped. "Kiss my feet."

I scrambled to my knees when I heard the menacing swish of her swinging the rod as if in preparation. She thrust a foot forward and I bent to kiss it, seeing my own reflection as I closed in. I kissed randomly over it, the surface slippery smooth to my lips.

"Lick it," she commanded, tapping my head with her rod.

I began to lick, and as I reached the top of the shoe, she pushed it forward and I felt her dimpled flesh through the holes in the fishnet. I carried on licking as she angled her foot higher and directed me up her ankle with another one of her little giggles.

Thwap! "Enough," she said as the blow landed in the middle of my back. "Hold your leg up." 

I dropped down and rolled onto my back, the leg with the chain attached stretching up toward her. She unlocked me and pushed my leg back down. I rolled over and came to my knees. She bent and took my leash, holding it short and pulling me around before I was ready.

I followed her to the centre of the room then rested on my knees as she dropped my leash. While I watched, she walked to the side and let a chain down from above me, then moved to clip my wrists to it.

"Stand," she ordered me as she began to haul the chain back up.

I stood and she continued till she had my arms stretched above my head, leaving me balanced on the balls of my feet.

She walked around me, looking me up and down. When she stopped in front of me her eyes sought mine. When I looked above her, she stepped in and pulled my jaw down to make me look at her. 

Deep in her eyes, I saw fire. She released my jaw.

"Open your mouth," she said coldly.

As my mouth widened, her cheeks puckered and she spat in it.

"Time for a little fun," she said, her lips narrowing.

Having survived the first session, I was starting this one the way I meant to continue--as impassively as I could. Despite my hating her for what she was doing, I found her attractive and sexy. If we had met in different circumstances, she'd have brought out the best in me.

She walked around me towards the cupboards. My fears were confirmed as I heard the rumble of the trolley being pushed. She appeared at my right side, parking the trolley in front of me. I kept my head straight but strained my eyes to look at what she was doing and what was piled up on it. She turned back to me, a smile on her face as my eyes flicked up.

"Wondering how little Dafne is going to amuse herself next?" Her voice stiffened. "Mistress Dafne is going to practice her knots." She lifted her hand high enough for me to see the dangling cord.

My eyes followed her as she turned and bent to pull a cushion from the bottom, then turned to put it under her knees as she knelt. With a soft, gloved hand, she reached and gathered my balls up, then looped her thumb over my cock to press that in as well. I felt her thread a loop over then jerk it tight, an involuntary "Uhh" escaping my lips. 

The cord slackened as she released me, her face turning up to me as she rose. 

"Still haven't learnt to be quiet?" she asked, a triumphal gleam in her eye.

"Sorry, Mistress," I blurted as she pulled on the cord and tightened it again.

"Sorry is not a word I want to hear! I don't want to hear any words!" she barked.

My eyes flicked to hers. "Yes, Mistress."

She gave another jerk. "I just finished explaining and you're still speaking without being spoken to."

I could see she was enjoying herself, her lips parting to reveal her even, white teeth. 

She was close enough that I could smell her perfume.

"One more disturbance and I'll get the ball gag again," she threatened, slapping my face with her free hand.

She dipped down again, the cord slackening as she knelt. 

I gritted my teeth, determined not to let out another sound; I wasn't going to give her another chance to gloat. 

Instead of pain, I felt her gloved hand caressing my cock. As it started to thicken, she tilted it up and I felt her warm, wet lips envelop my head. I knew I was being set up again, but no one told my cock, which was thickening and stiffening rapidly, leaving me to swallow the groan from the pleasure I felt.

She stopped, of course, when she got me fully hard. Working quickly, she tied another loop around my shaft, then she did a figure eight around my shaft and balls for a couple of turns. She then started winding the cord around my balls.

I felt them stretching and squeezing as she tied it off, then she flicked at them with her fingernail, its sharp point scraping through the thin glove as they bounced away. She gave her funny little giggle as I desperately tried not to flinch at the pain lancing through me.

Then she gathered the cord back up and laced it down my shaft, tying it off to leave a good length dangling. The throbbing and discomfort had me starting to wilt as she finished, the pressure around the base of my shaft easing.

"Oh no, big boy, you're not going to spoil my handiwork," she said with a laugh.

I felt her lips on my cock again, pleasure surging through me even as the tightening bonds started the throbbing again. She teased me, stopping and starting till it seemed the game bored her, and she suddenly stood up.

She looked at me and reached for my nipples, the flicker of a smile dying as her mouth tightened. She pinched up most of my areolae.

"Shall we play with the clamps again?" she asked sweetly.

The question sounded rhetorical enough for me to keep my mouth shut.

She gave a savage tug and let them slip free. "Or shall I teach you some new tricks?" 

The smile came back to her lips as she put her hands back on my chest and brushed them up to my shoulders. "Shall I wax your chest? Get rid of all that manly hair." She shifted her hands back down to cover my nipples. "Or maybe pluck your eyebrows and beautify you a bit, what do you think?"

I felt like saying 'Get on with it, whatever it is,' but instead I kept my mouth shut.

Slap! Her hand smacked my cheek. "Lost your tongue now?"

"No, Mistress."

Slap! She hit the other one. "Then why didn't you answer? It was a simple question."

"Sorr--"

Slap! "I don't want apologies." Slap. "I think you need another lesson in how to behave."

She turned to the trolley, picking up something that looked like an oversized fly whisk. She flicked her wrist, spinning the strands like a flail as she turned back to me. A smile curled her lips as she looked me in the eyes, and it faded as she stepped forward.

I tensed myself, shifting a little on the balls of my feet as I readied for the pain that was coming. 

She aimed for my nipples, the spinning strands like a thousand stinging ant bites as I heard her giggle. She spent a minute or so on each nipple, then with another glance up to my eyes she walked around to my back. She'd left my nipples burning and I'd barely had a chance to catch my breath when I felt the first sting of the flails on my arse cheek.

She left my arse throbbing when she stopped and gave a sigh. "There, that should help you remember."

"Punishment is so tedious, I much prefer to play." She said as she crossed back to the trolley. "You can even have fun with clothes pegs."

She turned back to me, dipping into a bag she was carrying. From it, she pulled out a bundle of wooden pegs bound up with string, and put the bag back on the trolley. I had a pretty good idea what was in store for me when she moved to my side

She began near my elbow, stretching up to pinch the loose skin and pin one of the pegs on. She worked her way down my arm, then, since the skin on my chest was too tight, settled for two on each of my nipples before working her way up the other arm. She paid the string out as she walked backward beyond the trolley, the smile on her face growing as she looked at me. 

I waited, the pain of having the pegs on slowly subsiding, wondering if the pain of her ripping them off was going to make my body betray me.

She gave a little giggle and tugged, pulling the first three free. Each was a sharp stab that quickly blended with its neighbour, spreading the burning sensation down to my aching shoulder. The smile on her face tightened and she tugged again, pulling the remaining three free.

The air hissed through my teeth as the fire flared, my legs trembling as I eased up in the hope of lessening it. 

She giggled again and moved forward, pulling the string in till it tightened on the pegs clamped to my nipples.

I didn't expect the two at once. She snatched the string sideways then stopped. It was so quick it felt like one, the pain registering as twin surges. It was less than I expected and gave me an odd shiver inside. It was quickly subsumed by the pain in the other arm as she ripped all six off at once. My shoulder twitched reflexively. My knee wobbled and I hung suspended for a second as I regained my footing. 

She had a more thoughtful look on her face when my eyes found hers. She was absorbed in coiling the pegs back up.

Again, I was struck by how pretty she looked and I couldn't help notice that her nipples looked more prominent.

"What shall we do next?" she asked abstractedly as she walked back to the trolley.

I watched her put the pegs back in the bag and then sort through the other items on the top. I couldn't see what she selected till she turned around. In one hand, she held a small bottle and in the other, a shiny, thin rod.

"I think I need you lying down for this," she said, holding the rod up.

She put the items back and walked over to let the chain down. 

My calf muscles ached as did the balls of my feet; I felt like I'd had high heels on. My shoulders throbbed a little as I lowered my arms, my hands tingling as the blood rushed back into them.

She crossed back over to me and unclipped my wrists. "Follow me."

She strolled over to the shrouded shapes, and stopped next to one. "Bring this to the centre," she commanded, pulling the dust cover off to reveal a picnic table.

My supposed picnic table was made of a heavy plastiwood material with a padded top to it. I struggled to lift it, and had to pull it while Dafne looked on

"Come on, big boi, is all that muscle just for show?"

When I got it to the centre, she had me move it four times before it was right.

"Now lay down on it," she ordered as she stepped back and put her hands on her hips.

She closed in as I stepped up on the seat, lifting my leg to sit astride it. Slap! Her hand stung my thigh.

"On your back, you idiot!" she barked.

I swivelled around and sat backwards, hooking my legs around the table and gingerly lowering myself down. The top was narrow; my waist overlapped it by a couple of centimetres, leaving my arms and legs to dangle.

"Move up!" she shouted from over by the trolley. "I want your head hanging over the end."

I clung on as I pushed myself up with a foot, inching back till my shoulder blades reached the end. I let my head fall back to stop the strain, then crossed my ankles to stop my legs from falling while I held onto the edge.

She started at my feet, roughly pulling my foot off and nearly unbalancing me. She chained them both down, thankfully leaving enough slack to rest my feet on the seats. Then she did my arms, and awkwardly slapped my face when I turned to look at her.

She walked back over to the trolley to retrieve something and then padded back. I caught a glimpse of what looked like an undersized fly swatter as she moved across to the end of the table. She put something down between my legs and began checking on the strings binding my cock and balls. I noticed that her gloves were off, the warm touch of her fingers handling my cock stirring it to life.

She began undoing her handiwork, coiling up the cord as she unwrapped and unknotted it. When she unwound it from my balls, the relief I felt almost let a sigh escape my lips. She tossed the cord towards the trolley, then turned back and grasped my cock.

Not seeing what was happening heightened my anxiety; every time my cock got hard it suffered. As it started rising, she released it and I tensed up expecting the worst. Nothing happened until I felt her climbing up on top of me, sitting astride my chest facing my feet.

Her legs hooked under my arms as she leant forward with her hand clasping my long suffering cock. She lifted it and I felt her warm lips slip over the head. It became erect in seconds as her tongue probed my pee hole and her lips squeezed on my head as she sucked.

She paused a moment, stretching forward to retrieve the things between my legs, then rolling back to sit upright on my chest. Giggling, she dribbled something cool and viscous onto my head. She stretched again to jam a bottle between my thighs and then took my cock in her hand.

I felt something cool on my pee hole, then the pressure of it being forced open by something hard. The pressure built as the object widened it, sliding a centimetre inside. She twirled it and pushed it deeper, pausing every couple of centimetres to twirl it again.

It wasn't exactly painful but it felt very uncomfortable. I felt a little queasy thinking about it as the rod or whatever got as far as my groin. 

Her giggle preceded her next trick as she jiggled it, and then started sliding it up and down. The discomfort grew, even after she stopped and twisted to look down over her shoulder at me as I craned my head up to look back at her.

"This is Angla's favourite. Do you like the way I do it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I dutifully replied.

She giggled then turned back, giving the rod a couple of twirls before pulling it up slowly. I relaxed slightly, almost sighing with relief when she pulled it out. My celebration was short lived as I felt the tip of the rod probe my pee hole again.

This time, she slid it straight down and then worked it up and down a few times before withdrawing it with another of her dainty little giggles. 

The pressure on my chest lifted when she stood and dismounted, collecting the bottle between my thighs as she went back to the trolley.

I let my head flop back and tried to relax, wondering what was coming next. There couldn't be that many more ways of inflicting pain left. 

I remembered her threat of hot wax when I heard her walk back and looked up to see the lighted candle.

She climbed up and knelt on my stomach, holding the candle half a metre up. She tipped it and I felt hot wax land near my nipple. It stung for a second as the drip landed and faded. Her aim grew more accurate as she dropped her hand five centimetres, and the next drop felt hotter as it landed on my areola. She lowered her hand another five centimetres and moved it to hover over the other. This time, I flinched when it hit my nipple.




Bitter Sweet 02



"Naughty. No moving, remember?" she chided me with a smile.

I let my head flop back as she dripped more, each drop sending a jolt through me as the sting flared and faded to a smarting sensation before the next one landed. She sat back, her legs over mine, and trailed a line of drips down my more sensitive abdomen to let one drop into my navel, making me jerk.

She slapped my side, and let the next drop fall just below. I began to worry that she might move to more delicate areas of my anatomy, but she was content to fill my navel up before stopping with a sigh.

I felt her move, and raised my head up to see her gracefully climbing off, her leg arcing over my chest as she turned to step down. I dropped my head back as she walked to the trolley, wishing I had a hand free so I could pick the irritating splashes of wax free, especially the one nestled in my navel.

She came back empty handed, walking around to my head and squatting, looking upside down as her eyes focused on mine.

"Shall we take a break?" she teased.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, wanting to believe her but wondering if there was some ulterior motive.

She reached for my arm, softly running her fingers down it till she came to the cuff. The weight of the chain lifted as she unclipped it and let it fall. After she undid the other one, she stood.

"You can free your ankles yourself," she said, walking away.

'Thanks,' I thought as I sat up, feeling some of the wax cracking and flaking as I moved. While I freed my feet, she tidied up the trolley, wheeling it over to the cupboard when she finished. I was busy picking off the wax while keeping half an eye on her.

I stopped when she turned and walked back to me holding the riding crop.

"Are you stupid?" she asked accusingly.

I stared blankly at her.

"Look at the mess on the floor," She said sternly. "Go and get the brush and pan from the bottom of the cupboard."

I jumped from the bench and started to walk.

"On your knees, boy!" She shouted.

I dropped to all fours and began to crawl.

"Hurry up," she ordered loudly.

I sped up when I heard her swish the crop. By the time I got to the cupboard, I could sense her behind me. As I took the pan and brush out, one of the swishes landed on my ass cheek. I jumped in shock.

"Come on," she said, a trace of merriment in her voice.

I turned and got one on the other cheek. 

"We haven't got all day," she said affecting a weary voice.

I scrambled back on three limbs with her keeping pace just behind me.

"Sit," she ordered when we reached the table.

I twisted to sit on one cheek.

Smack! The crop hit my bicep. 

"Not there, up on the bench."

Still holding the pan and brush, I stood and stepped up to sit on the top.

"Turn sideways," she said as she moved to the far end.

I turned inwards as she climbed up and sat facing me, taking the brush from my hand.

"Hold the pan under your nipple," she instructed as she placed the brush between us.

She picked the wax of with her nail, taking unusual care after I flinched a couple of times when she pulled hairs out as well. Digging it out of my navel was fun as her nail scratched around getting the flakes out of the crevices. There was a more delightful sensation accompanying it as the soft pad of her finger stroked around the rim.

"Now you can tidy up the mess on the floor," she said as she finished, turning to step down.

She stood over me as I did it, then led me into the lounge, directing me with the crop. 

I emptied the pan into a slot in the wall then returned it to the dungeon. 

She was sitting in one of the chairs when I got back.

"Come!" she called out.

As I crawled to her, Angla appeared in the other doorway.

"Very good," she stated happily. "I watched some of it on the monitor."

"Which bits?" Dafne asked excitedly.

"The pegs, the punishment with the flail, your performance with the candle."

"And?"

"I'd give you a merit. The set routine isn't a problem. If you do as well in the directed, then you'll fly through. I told you, you're worrying too much."

"It's just that so much depends on it. Chloe wants to retire and she won't wait forever."

"She'll bend a little with the money in her hand. She won't get a better offer," Angla said as she sat on the settee.

I arrived at Dafne's feet and waited.

"Well, I feel a lot better for having this practice day. I've covered the basics and, apart from the anal which isn't a problem, I think I'll pass. I'll just have to hope the directed isn't too complex."

Dafne sweetie, you'll be fine. Now come and join me for coffee."  She stood.

Dafne nodded, a smile replacing her concerned expression. Leaning forward, she reached down to uncurl my leash. Running it through her hand, she took the loop and stood to follow Angla. I tagged along behind as Angla linked arms with Dafne and they headed for the door.

"Coffee, Timothy!" Angla shouted as we entered the lounge upstairs.

It was cosier and more decorative. The walls were covered with a colourful abstract pattern and a few framed pictures. There were four two-seater sofas arranged in a square with side tables, leaving an empty space in the centre.

Dafne led me into the square and dropped the leash, going to join Angla on one of the sofas. 

I sat back on my heels and looked around. I recognised the Can-Can, by Toulouse-Lautrec, and the other pictures looked like the same style. I also recognised a small copy of Rodin's kiss among a collection of statuary

I heard a door open and turned to the corner to see a man appear. He wore a white collar and a cage enclosing his cock, like the one they'd tried to put on me earlier. He walked and carried a tray, his attention focused on Angla as he hurried past me.

He went to his knees in a practiced manner. "Your coffee, Mistress," he said, his soft voice only just carrying to me.

I saw two cups on the tray that he proffered.

"Thank you, Timmy," she said nonchalantly, making no move to take one.

I sat sideways on my hip. Given where we were and who she was, it wasn't a great shock she had a personal slave. I was glad my day was nearly done. She'd practiced what she wanted and if I was lucky, there was only the bossing around left.

"Take him to the kitchen with you," she ordered as Timmy stood.

He stooped and took my leash and I followed, allowing him to lead me into a tiny kitchen that looked well equipped despite its size. I got onto my feet as the door closed behind me. 

"Your mistress hasn't given you permission to stand," he said looking up at me.

He must have been twenty five centimetres shorter than me. 

"Relax, she isn't going to know," I retorted cockily.

"She will if she looks at the monitors." He shot back.

"It's worth the risk. I could do with a drink as well, but I'll settle for water." I walked to the tap.

He shrugged and sat on a stool, picking up a reader. 

I leant under the tap and drank from it, enjoying the fresh taste in my mouth. I straightened and turned back to him. He had the only seat in the place, so I slumped down onto the hard tile floor and leant back against a cupboard door.

"Been here long?" I asked conversationally.

There were many more interesting questions I wanted to ask, but I needed to get him talking first. I didn't expect him to ignore me completely, but he did, his eyes not stirring from the screen.

"When's supper?" I tried again.

Still no reaction, so I gave up, a little frustrated. With nothing but my thoughts, I closed my eyes and went back to remembering good times, daydreaming about might have beens. 

Fifteen minutes must have passed when Timmy disturbed me as he slipped off his stool.

He looked at me. "You're in the way," he stated flatly. "Move over by the door."

I shifted for him and watched as he busied himself preparing a meal. Another ten minutes or so passed before I heard Dafne shout: "Slave!"

I rolled back onto my knees and opened the door. Crossing the floor, I halted in front of her.

"Go and ask Timothy how long tea will be," she directed.

I crawled back, annoyed by the meaningless task. 

"My mistress wants to know how long tea will be," I said as I pushed the door open and held it.

"Tell Mistress Dafne that it will be another twenty minutes," he said without turning around.

I backed out and crawled back to her. 

"Another twenty minutes, Mistress," I relayed.

I waited as she turned to Angla. 

"Get them to send it over," she said.

Angla nodded and tapped her pad a few times. She waited a few seconds, her attention on the screen.

"They'll send it around by hand," she said, sounding pleased as she looked up.

Dafne looked back at me. "That's all."

I presumed that meant go back to the kitchen, which is what I did. There, I sat at the door and briefly wondered what they were on about as I waited. As the smells of the cooking grew, my stomach grumbled in anticipation. My mouth watered as he dished it out onto two plates.

"Stand up," he said to me as he put the plates on trays. "Take one to your Mistress."

I stood slowly, resenting being ordered about by another slave but not daring to challenge him. I took the tray and followed him, kneeling before Dafne with it in my outstretched arms as he did before his Mistress.

"Lower," ordered Dafne as she took the knife and fork.

I dropped the tray down a bit, gritting my teeth as I realised Dafne was going to make me hold it while she ate in front of me. 

Angla had taken Timmy's tray and had it on her lap as she ate, leaving him to return to the kitchen.

She gave me the last scrap of meat at the end of her meal. By then, my arms were trembling and aching from the strain, and I was glad when she put her fork down on the empty plate.

"Go," she said as her eye caught mine looking up at her.

Gratefully, I stood, pulling the edge of the tray into me. 

In the Kitchen, Timmy was eating his dinner, and there was a plate next to him. I had to stand and eat. 

The food was delicious and I told him so. He gave me a curious smile back as an acknowledgement.

When he finished, he went out and brought Angla's tray back and put the dishes in the washer, leaving it open for mine when I finished. I sat on the floor while he started the cycle going, then went back to reading his book.

An extra face was there when I was called back in along with Timmy. She sat with her slave massaging her feet. 

As I crawled over to Dafne, Timmy walked and sat at Angla's feet.

"Come on," Dafne urged me, fingering a box in her lap.

"Stand," she ordered when I got to her.

As I stood, she continued. "Mercy has brought me a present for you." 

Her hands covered the box as she opened it and brought out a plastic bag with a cock cage in it. She stripped the bag from it, taking the keys and undoing the lock. Angla shifted closer to look as Dafne fitted it and relocked it before slipping the string and keys over her head.

It was weighty and uncomfortable with the metal band stretching my balls out and the cage twisting them down.

"Good," Angla said as she sat back. "You want to practice a bit of CBT with him wearing that?"

"Yes, later. I want to try a vibrator on him first," Dafne replied.

"Well, if you're happy, I'll be getting back," Mercy said, shaking her feet free of her slaves hands. "Shoes," she demanded as he looked up.

"Back on your knees," Dafne ordered as I looked at her.

I dropped down. This time I knew what CBT meant, and I knew I wasn't going to enjoy it.



Bitter Sweet 03







Bitter Sweet 03



I caught myself as the rational side of me wrestled back control and brought into focus the fact that she was doing this now to make a career out of it. She'd have to love me a lot to change course on that. 

I brought my full attention back to the massage, my thumbs making circles on the balls of her feet. I glanced up to see her laid back with her eyes closed. My brain registered her swollen nipples, and my eyes dropped to look at her crotch and see the spot of wetness there.

Angla came back and Dafne pushed herself straighter, her hands pulling on each cup and pushing her nipples down inside.

"Dozing off with a nice foot massage. It's nice to be pampered, isn't it?" Angla commented, walking over.

"Mm, I'd like to keep him."

"Yes," Angla agreed. "He'd make a nice houseboy. You could move into Chloe's in style."

"I'd have to make up to Father first. His papers say he's a construction engineer, so Daddy could get him reassigned as an advisor and lend him to me," she said, laughing.

"In your dreams," Angla retorted, grinning at her as she sat next to her.

"I know, but a girl can dream, and that would be my wish."

My heart was beating a little faster. At least now I was sure she liked me. I didn't much care for being a houseboy, if that's what Timmy was; being confined to the kitchen wasn't my idea of fun. I wanted to enjoy Dafne's company, and go places where I could show her off.

"Diana will be here soon. Does your man need to use the toilet?"

Dafne turned her attention to me. ""Well, boy?"

It had been a long while since I'd been, though it wasn't urgent. I could probably force myself. "Yes, Mistress."

She pulled her foot from my hand and gave my chest a jab with her heel. "Yes What? You want to go?"

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated, spacing the words out a little.

"Come," she said, pulling her other foot free. "I'll take you."

She stood as I turned to the door.

"Leash!" she said firmly.

I looked down and saw the loop. Quickly, I passed it up to her. She took it from my hand and started for the door. She led me past the top of the stairs and to the third door down a passageway. Surprisingly, it was a bedroom. Hers no doubt.

"Over there," she said, pointing to a door.

I turned and started to crawl.

"You can walk," she said, going over to a chest of drawers.

I mentally thanked her as I got up and restarted for the door. Now that I was here, I wanted to go. 

With no clothes on, it was as easy to sit and pee, and I could stretch my legs out. The seat warmed as my skin touched it. I took time to look around.

The shelves around the shower and sink were cluttered with bottles, cans, and tubes. The smell in here was all woman. There were traces of the faint scent she'd worn and it mixed with other enticing fragrances, leaving the smell of flowers lingering.

I would have liked to explore a little, but I wasn't prepared to risk possible punishment if I got caught. Regretfully, I flushed as I finished. 

She was sitting on the bed when I re-entered the bedroom. She shot up.

"All done?" she asked as I walked toward her.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Fine. Back down on your knees then."

Resignedly, I dropped to all fours.

"Leash," she said with a touch of impatience. "You should learn to anticipate these things."

I handed her the leash and she led me out and back to the lounge. She led me around in front of the sofa and positioned me for use as a footstool again. 

The first thing I noticed was Angla's stocking feet, silky and warm as she rested them on my hip.

Dafne stretched her legs across my shoulders and relaxed back with a sigh. 

I settled down to wait. They probably wouldn't move till Diana came. 

On the face of it, it was rather ridiculous that I was attracted to her. There were times at the beginning where I would have cheerfully watched her fall off her stilettoes and break some bones, and here I was now, wondering if I could romance her.

The annunciator heralded Diana's arrival, and while Angla got up to go and greet her at the doorstep, Dafne walked to the top of the stairs with me following her. Diana came with her own slave, a slim female with largish breasts, clad neck to toe in a skin-tight black rubber one piece.

Diana was dressed in a skin tight pink outfit which emphasised the few extra kilos her frame carried.

"My, he's a nice specimen," she said, brushing her hand over my hair as she stopped in front of Dafne.

"Diana," said Angla from behind, "Meet Dafne, my protégée."

"Pleased to meet you," Diana said, holding out a black gloved hand.

"And me you," Dafne replied.

"Come, let's get sat down," Angla suggested.

Dafne moved back to let them through. 

As I looked at Diana's slave passing me, an incongruous thought hit me: she was covered up to the neck and I was covered from the neck up. She glanced back at me noncommittally, her blue eyes probing mine.

"Do you want coffee, tea?" Angla asked as she saw Diana to a sofa.

"Tea, please. Milky and sweet."

"Timothy!" Angla shouted.

"Lay down, pet," Diana said casually as she sat.

The girl in black curled up at her feet.

Dafne had me kneel by her feet as she sat in her usual place.

Timmy appeared and Angla gave him the order, then I watched him scuttle back to the kitchen to prepare it. When Angla sat, they started exchanging snippets of gossip about mutual friends and associates, only stopping briefly when Timmy returned with the drinks.

After half an hour, Angla had Timmy bring in a bottle of wine and they chatted for another half hour while they drank it. Diana's motive for coming, besides the gossip, was to get them to sign on for proposition twenty nine, which would change the way establishments were taxed.

I was feeling a little tired and cramp from sitting on one hip for the hour, so I was glad for the little stretch from the crawl to the top of the stairs to see Diana off. 

When we got back, Angla ordered the screen on and tuned to a local news station.

Dafne had me kneel in front of her and massage her feet again. 

I was surprised and delighted to see she'd changed her panties and had a near transparent pair on now. My cock was delighted as well, shifting between my legs as it started lengthening.

As I caught one foot, the other dropped onto my chest, her toes scrunching up my chest hair. I used both thumbs and covered the sole of her foot, watching as she relaxed, looking back at me through half closed eyes.

The newsreader gave a time update of a quarter after nine. Earlier than I thought, and far too early for bed. Outside the drift from the bars to the clubs was beginning, and I was stuck massaging a foot. Albeit the foot of a beautiful young woman who I hoped was going to have sex with me later.

She swapped feet, sliding the one I'd just massaged over my chest and gently brushing her stocking-clad toes over my nipples. It was nice but my nipples weren't as sensitive as hers. The thing that was turning me on was that it felt affectionate.

"Timmy," Angla called.

As the kitchen door opened, she said, "Be a darling and massage my shoulders."

He walked around the back of the sofa and started, looking a lot more professional than I did.

"Mm," Dafne said. "I think you've just persuaded me to go for a full body massage."

She pulled her foot free and leant forward to stand. Eagerly anticipating her, I slipped my hand down the leash and held the loop up for her. 

A massage meant her getting naked and me getting to lay my hands on her. A good sensual massage should put her nicely in the mood to make love, and if I was lucky, a bit of pillow talk where I might get her to reveal more about herself -- dig down to find out what was behind her professional mask.

I followed her back to her bedroom where she had me look through the dressing table's drawers for the massage oil. When I turned around, she was standing and folding up her corset, clad only in her thong and stockings, her back to me.

My cock was quick to react, stiffening while I was admiring her figure. She had one of the most beautiful bodies I'd seen: shapely legs, a tight little ass, and an exquisitely shaped waist. I willed her to turn around as I crawled towards her. 

My first memory of her was her breasts bouncing when her bid won, I couldn't wait to see them in the flesh.

She'd just finished putting the corset away, when I got to her feet and straightened with the bottle in my hand. Her breasts, when she turned and looked down at me, were good handfuls. They were round and firm with either half erect nipples, or naturally large ones.

"Here," she said as she bent over, "let's get your leash out of the way."

I got a better look than I expected as they dangled plump and round, only centimetres from my face. Close up, I could see her nipples were nearly crinkle free, aroused enough for her to be anticipating sex I hoped.

"Stand up," she said, letting my leash drop.

As I did, she walked to the bed. I was a pace behind her, stopping when she reached the edge and turned to sit down.

"Pull my stockings off," she said, laying back and bringing her feet up.

I let her foot rest on my thigh while I rolled her stocking down, delighting at the feel of her soft skin as my fingers brushed over it. As I switched to the second one, I glanced up and saw her gaze fixed on me, a little smile turning the corners of her lips.

My cock was firm but not hard as it stuck out, and her eyes went to it as I released her foot.

"Do my shoulders first," she said, rolling onto her stomach and swinging her legs around.

I climbed up and over to kneel athwart her waist, my cock hardening more as I felt the warmth of her hips with my calves pressed against them. Pouring a dribble of oil into my palm, I rubbed my hands together to spread it then leant forward.

She lay on her hands, her smooth skin stretched out before me, inviting my touch. With a sigh, I started with her neck and worked out. Though I'd had professional massages, the only thing I remembered was lots of pressure, fingers digging in and kneading. 

Though my technique was crude, she enjoyed it, with each breath sounding like a sigh by the time I got down to her ribs. I shifted down, my cock trailing down her ass crack as I squatted over her thighs, giving me a quick thrill and starting its revival.

Her thong stopped my fingers from exploring too far, when massaging her cheeks became caressing them and it drew a moan of appreciation from her. As I stopped to pour more oil, she wiggled her legs between mine, pushing one under and forcing me to lean on her as I lifted to let her splay her legs.

As I settled back, my eyes were drawn to her mound with the tight thong like a second skin covering it. My cock, already hard, swelled a fraction more with the ache of wanting to penetrate her sweet pussy and bury itself deep inside her.

I couldn't resist letting my fingers brush over the tight fabric moulding her pussy lips when I swapped to use two hands, one on her inner thigh and one on the outer. My fingers brushed the tender flesh of her inner thigh while my thumbs squeezed and rubbed the muscle.

I slowly worked my way down to her knee then started on the other thigh, brushing my fingers over her pussy again and eliciting a soft moan this time. This time I use my fingernails to tease her inner thigh, eliciting a few soft sighs.

She angled her foot up as I moved down to do her calf. I dutifully followed through and did both of her trim calves along with her feet. When I finished she rolled over and let me admire the sight of her nude body lay before me.

She slowly spread her legs drawing my eyes to her magnificent mound. The crotch of her thong was now all but transparent, whether from the oil from my fingers or a more natural source, the wet patch had my cock throbbing with need.

I started at her knee, working my way up till my fingers brushed the hem of the thong. Much as I was tempted, her breasts were where I wanted to start. With luck, I would be kissing my way back down here later.

I worked the other thigh, then moved on to her hips and abdomen, my thumbs sliding under the waist band. Her flesh was soft and yielding under my hands, the arch of her ribs a hard line below the swell of her breasts as I worked my way toward them.

I shifted up, my knees straddling her hips as she closed her legs. She looked at me through half lidded eyes as I settled, her scan starting on my face and travelling down to my rigid cock, a smile growing as she lay her head back.

I dribbled some oil on her sternum and spread it out across her ribs. As I smoothed it in, I found she was ticklish on her sides and had her chuckling before she caught my wrists and stopped me. As she released them, I moved my hands to cup her breasts, palming her nipples as my fingers caressed the mounds. 

Her nipples hardened quickly and I soon shifted my focus to them, squashing and rubbing over the hard nubs as her soft moans started. From there, it was a small step to lean forward and start sucking and licking one. She responded with a groan and her hands flew up to cradle my head, her fingers gripping as they pulled my head in.

I swapped nipples, and at the same time, lifted my knee over her to kneel sideways, bringing my free hand down to stroke over her belly and play with her navel. Her moans were now sprinkled with sighs as her head rolled from side to side, her stomach sinking and rising as her breath shortened.

My plan was working in part; I'd hoped to get her aroused enough to order me to fuck her. She certainly seemed aroused, but it looked like I'd have to take the foreplay a little further to make that happen.

I circled my fingers around her navel, spiralling out till they dipped below her waistband, then paused momentarily as I felt her hips rise in response.

"Take it off," she said huskily.

I stopped sucking and turned as she lifted her hips higher. I slipped her thong down, revealing the thinnest of landing strips, looking only a few hairs wide. Dropping back, she pulled her knees up, feet in the air, to let me slip it off.

As she lowered her legs she opened them. I took that as an invitation and bent forward, extending my tongue as I did. The oil masked both the fragrance and taste. At any other time, I might have objected, but the need to fuck her -- possess her -- overruled it here.

I felt her arm across my calf, then her hand brushing up my thigh. It was my turn to sigh with delight as her fingers closed around my shaft and she began to squeeze and stroke it. 

My tongue was teasing her tunnel where the taste was sweetest, and I felt her legs tremble and her hips thrust just a fraction. I shifted my tongue and my attention to her clit, lapping at it at first, then pressing my lips down to squeeze it and flutter my tongue over the top. If I was going to have to get her to climax first, I was going to try to give her a good one.

She clutched my shaft firmly as the shudder ran through her, an almost breathless 'Ah' escaping her lips. A few seconds more, and it was the real thing as her back arched and her body shook while she emitted a long, low groan.

Her hand dropped from my cock and seized my thigh as I rode out the shudders that followed, lapping now at her tunnel and the copious juices flooding it.

"Enough!" Dafne cried while panting.

I straightened, spinning on my knees to prepare to slip between her legs and fuck her next. I made the move while she was still recovering, turning again to plant my knees between hers as I rolled and held myself above her.

Holding my shaft, I rubbed my helmet up and down her wet lips, bringing a groan from her as my head squeezed its way in. 

Dafne's hands came up to my shoulders as I thrust deeper, her eyes lazily opening to look up at me as her fingers tightened. Her smile was a satisfied one, her lips parting to show her white teeth. 

I rarely instigated a kiss but her sweet mouth was tempting me now. 

Dafne's eyes closed and her hands swept across to my neck, her fingers linking as she drew her legs up.

I was enjoying the thrill of it happening, the thrill of it being her. But the greatest pleasure was the thrill from my cock pistoning into her. I was glad when she climaxed again, and even gladder as I had mine a few strokes after I resumed.

We were both panting as she pulled me into her, holding me tight enough to feel her beating heart alongside mine. I'd not felt this happy in a girls arms since forever, and I began to wonder if I was falling in love with her.

We lay there till my cock plopped out, and she gave a sigh of disappointment. I slipped my hands under her sides and rolled us over. We were so close to the edge that her leg slipped off. She giggled and moved with me as I shifted back across a little.

I slipped one hand to cuddle her head to me while the other went to gently smooth her back.

"Shall we get under the covers?" she asked, twirling my hair with her fingers.

The tenderness of the moment had me hoping that her feelings went further than just liking me. Mine were of a growing affection. The longer I was with her, the more it grew. I was contemplating a thing now that would never even have entered my head twenty four hours ago.

She rose from me and slipped off the edge of the bed. I was right behind her, and, as I was nearest I turned and took the cover's corner to flip it back. I waited till she was in, then jumped in behind her. 

She faced me and held her arms open. As I let them encompass me, she said, "You're still my slave till tomorrow."

I hoped that meant she was going to order me to make love to her again; that was an order that I'd willingly obey. With our arms wrapped around each other and her head resting on my cheek, I hoped we could sleep like this, let her closeness sweeten my dreams of her.

"What's it like being a spacer?" she asked quietly. "Don't you get lonely out there on your own?"

"No," I joked back, "I've got twenty bots and a waldo to keep me company."

"That's not what I mean," she complained.

"It's a job. You get to see a lot of stars but you focus on working your shift like in any other job. You get a social life in the evenings, with entertainment if it's not somewhere too remote."

"Oh," she said, sounding a little disappointed.

"How about you? Tell me a little about yourself."

"I was born here. I've never seen real stars in my life," she replied.

"I see most of mine through video cameras; real space is too big to take in."

"Have you got a family?"

"Yes, my mother's dead, but my dad's still around and I've got two sisters and a younger brother."

"Any girlfriends?" she asked, leaning back to look at me.

"No, not since high school. I did my service in space and signed on as an apprentice after that. A scraggly youth with no money doesn't get many dates."

"I was a topless dealer in a casino, I got plenty of offers for dates," she said with a chuckle.

"I bet you did, I would've been one of those in the queue."

"I might have said yes to you," she said with a smile.

"Would you say yes if I asked you tomorrow?"

"If you'd be my slave," she replied quickly.

"I'm not into pain, all that whipping and things would be out."

"I'd only do it when you were naughty. But it wouldn't be hard."

"Ah-ah, no beatings or pain, and we're equal when we're alone."

"No. I need complete power over you. You don't get to make conditions, you have to trust me."

"I would trust you, but there would still have to be boundaries."

"Then with great reluctance," she said slowly, "I'd have to say no."

That put a damper on the conversation. For want of a better option, I gently pulled her back into me and took comfort from her hands tightening around me as she hugged me back. 




Bitter Sweet 03



I liked her a lot but she was asking too much. I would do slave things for her like let her lead me around half naked, and lick her feet. I could suffer that dominance to be with her. Letting her beat me was a step too far.

Out of consolation, I kissed her shoulder and she responded by kissing and nibbling on mine. My hand started stroking her back, and her hand started ruffling the hair on my neck.

She licked my earlobe and then nibbled on it before whispering, "Make love to me again."

I drew my head back and my lips found hers. The kiss was full of passion as our lips crushed together and our tongues entwined. The pleasure was enough to send the blood surging back into my rapidly rising cock as it pushed its way between her thighs.

My fingers gave her an orgasm as they rubbed her G spot while my thumb pleasured her clit. 

She wanted to do it doggy style, and I gave her two more orgasms before I had my climax. If my first fuck with her had set a record for personal best, this one beat it. I'd never felt so happy and satisfied, and it made me realise the difference between making love and having sex.

I loved her and it was tearing me apart. Long after she'd snuggled up to me and drifted off to sleep in my arms, I was still facing the dilemma of wanting her but not her lifestyle. I wanted her to tell me she loved me now that I knew I loved her, that the black and white options had shades of grey.

Morning came, and I awoke to find her sprawled across me, her warm breath wafting across my jaw with one arm looped around my head and the other draped across my shoulder. She gave a soft moan as I brought my hand over to hold her against me.

The memories and feeling of our love making just made being with her special. In a few hours, I would be a free man again, but she would still have control of my enslaved heart. I wanted to reopen negotiations. If she would give a bit and give me a promise, then I could get a transfer to maintenance and spend my evenings and nights with her.

"Mm," she sighed dreamily as she woke and tightened her arms around me. "What time is it?" she asked, snuggling in and then kissing my cheek.

The house computer heard her, and a soft voice said, "Six twelve am."

Another hour and a quarter, and I'd be on my way back to the prison. Whether I saw her again could depend on how persuasive I could be before then.

"You're awake early," she said as she laid her head back.

"Dafne, can we talk?"

"What about?"

"Do you love me?

Her arm gave me a squeeze. "Yes, and I think you love me."

"Can we work out how to stay together?"

"I'd like to, but I'm a Mistress and you'd have to be my slave."

"Well, I'm not enamoured with the idea, but I'll go along with it so far."

"You will?" she asked, pushing herself up to look at me.

"If you love me you'll make me a promise," I said, my eyes finding hers.

"I promise I'd never hurt you."

"Good. Would you let me punish you back...? in private? Give me control in the bedroom, and I'll obey you elsewhere."

"What?"

"Every time you strike me, you have to pay a penalty in the bedroom -- be my slave for the one command," I replied, expanding on the idea as I conjured it from my mind.

"No," she came back, a tinge of regret in her voice. "That wouldn't work."

"It would be fair; you'd still be in control. You don't hit me, and I can't command you to titty-fuck me."

"Yes, but... I'll have to think about it."

With that, she ended the conversation by leaning forwards and kissing me. She may have meant for it to be a quick kiss but as our lips met, our passion took over, turning it into an erotic moment. With my cock stiffening under her hip, she lifted up and the hand from my shoulder took hold of it.

She pushed herself up as she broke the kiss, then dipped her head to quickly brush her lips over mine before laying back on me.

"You want a last fuck, or breakfast?" she asked as she began to stroke my shaft.

There was only one answer, and the hand moving to cup her breast was carrying it, but I was tempted to say 'Breakfast' to see what she'd do. She tugged on my shaft as she rolled onto her back, carrying me over to lay half across her. 

I brushed my lips over hers, then drew my knees up to kneel by her side. Bending, I reached and took one nipple in my finger and thumb, and latched my mouth onto the other. She rode me to her climax and then we switched to missionary, where, disappointingly, I came before she had a second.

She made me peanut butter toast while I had my shower, and then took me downstairs to wait for the gold service collection. She gave me her IM address and told me to contact her in the afternoon after the exam was over.

My last words to her were to wish her luck and jokingly offer my testimony to the fact that I thought her qualified enough. There was sadness and, I thought, a touch of regret in her voice when she wished me good luck.

There were three others in the van; none of us had much to say on the short journey back. I was looking forward to freedom but still thinking of Dafne. 

Processing me back to being a real person took an hour and a half, and the first thing I did when I got my pad back was IM her to confirm the address by sending my love to her and telling her to pass.

By midmorning, I was shopping for clothes and a new hotel room. I organised to have my luggage shipped over, then went and had one or two stiff drinks. Just as I was going to dinner, she messaged me to tell me it was over. We talked a bit about meeting up later, then she had to go.

Five minutes later, I got a message with the single word 'Yes.' I tapped out my congratulations and sent it as another message came in, asking me where I was. 

I met her in one of the parks. She was there before me, still dressed in her Mistress garb, eating a snack. A large cup of coffee was waiting on my side of the table. She greeted me with a smile

There were lots of things to flesh out. She didn't want me to work. She wanted to still fuck her clients, and she wanted me to agree to 'pleasure' other women for her and with her, occasionally. The biggie was her wanting to fuck my ass, and have me fuck hers as well.

We'd compromised and agreed on some things by tea time, and I insisted on taking her to a fancy restaurant to continue the negotiations. She took me to one she knew, booking a table on the way, and updating Angla.

She turned a few heads as we were escorted to our table, making me feel proud to have her with me. 

Over the food, she negotiated the penalties up to five to one in her favour, and we settled that I had to like the woman before she could lend me to her. I also reluctantly agreed that she could fuck other men, succumbing to her explanation that it would be favours for favours and improve her social standing.

For her, it was fitting me into her world. For me, it was a world I had to suffer to be with her. It was going to be a work in progress for a while, but both of us wanted it to work. By the end of the meal, there were still quibbles left, but we knew we'd be sleeping together again that night.

She wanted me to come out with them that evening -- her, Angla and a few others -- for a now double celebration for her and a last night of freedom for me. I wanted to be with her no matter what, and readily agreed.

We took a taxi back to her place and she sent Angla another update. She was excited with the news that Angla messaged back. Mistress Chloe had finalised the partnership contract, and Dafne was free to move in on Monday as soon as the agreement had been registered.

It was now a triple celebration; she was on her way to becoming a respectable Mistress and taking the title she just earned, Domina Dafne. I was happy too, happy that she was happy and happy for the our now settled future together.

Angla was friendly to me as a real person, and I enjoyed Timmy serving me coffee. She had a present for Dafne -- a copy of the recording made at her exam. I remembered being offered a copy of my ordeal, an offer I'd turned down without thinking about, which might make a nice gift for her as well.

When Mistress Lacey turned up, the wine came out. Two others turned up within minutes of each other. They were all friends: Jayne she knew from school, Lacey was the one from the casino who introduced her to femdom, and Carol, who had also helped guide her.

The three girls were all curious about me. Lacey started in after Dafne told them of us falling in love with one another in only a single day. She gave us a 'scientific' explanation involving pheromones and endorphins, while Carol suspected I must be a closet sub and Dafne had awakened it in me. Jayne just thought I was mad. No matter how much she loved someone, she'd never be a slave to him. 

I couldn't defend myself fully because of the bedroom secret, and could only offer reassurances that I knew what I was doing and what I was letting myself in for.

Angla suggested, and Dafne persuaded me to wear a harness and a codpiece for the night, and with the wine finished we were ready. We had to use two taxis, me, Dafne, Angla and Jayne in the first, with the other two waiting the few minutes till the next turned up.

We went to a touristy hotel that catered to the BDSM crowd, and enjoyed a themed sex show. It shouldn't have surprised me, but there were quite a few men and women circulating wearing yellow collars. Some of them were nude but most were dressed to emphasise their assets.

We moved on to a more exclusive club where Doms and subs abounded. Angla greeted a few of the people, introducing Dafne as Chloe's new partner and nominated successor. I was taken for just one of the party, and had a good look around. 

If we ever visited again, I would be wearing a collar and leash, and be expected to look at the floor like the rest of the subs here.

We had a few more drinks, with both Dafne and I going onto watered wine so as not to spoil the rest of the night when we finally got to bed. We ended the evening at a cabaret club with a very blue comedian.

I would give the bedroom scene after the full body massage, a fairly radical rewrite. It seems highly out of keeping with the rest of the story, to have Dafne surrender so easily. I'm sure she'd have objected to him touching her intimately without being instructed to, and as for letting him assume the dominant role and just fuck her like that – I think that's likely to alienate any BDSM aficionados. He needs to at least meet resistance – real resistance. I'd also maybe have it take longer to win her over. To be honest I'd write the massage scene to have her in control, but maybe asking him if he wanted to do what he did, in fact do, rather than ordering him to. Then when it's time for him to go – maybe she could take him aside and free him early, to enable them to talk as equals – if she doesn't do this, then she's not going to come across as a realistic Domme, and No established Domme is going to appoint a dilettante as their successor.

I would say that you need to devote another chapter to their courtship. Possibly even have them start work and suppress their feelings, before getting back in touch. No need to go into too much detail there. An introductory paragraph would do it, but I think you'll strain your readers' credibility far less by having their feelings become apparent over time.



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Bitter Sweet 04



Chloe moved into view as she turned to the door behind us. She looked about one seventy if she took her shoes off, and I would guess at sixty plus kilos for her well-padded frame.

"No, I stopped off here first to check, I'm on my way over to Angla's now."

"You've got time for a coffee," Chloe asked. "It's been days since we last talked."

Not waiting for Dafne to answer she clapped her hands. "Dmitri!" 

The noise of a hatch clunking down turned my head.

"Mistress?" the head asked as it poked through.

"Coffee will do," Dafne said. "And some water for my pet."

"A coffee, milk no sugar and a tea," Chloe called out. Turning to Dafne. "Your pet should be sent to the kitchen really, I only have them in here for amusement normally."

"Oh I'm sorry, I never thought."

"It's alright, it doesn't matter this time but I like to think of this as work down here. Upstairs you can have him at your side but in here they tend to get in the way."

I followed Dafne on my hands and knees as she followed Chloe back to the seats. Better to be cautious than bold, no point in standing anyway for a couple of steps. When she sat I went back to my knees at her feet, sitting on my heels while I looked around.

I was ordered to bring the tray over when the flap opened again, having to stand to collect it but squatting and going to my knees between them to serve it. Dafne gave me a nice smile and the slightest of nods as she took her cup while I had to keep a plain face.

Their little talk lasted fifteen minutes or so, time enough to be scolded by Mistress Chloe for not taking the tray back when they finished, telling Dafne that a good slave should anticipate his Mistresses desires and act accordingly.

I felt it necessary to crawl to the door but got to my feet unbidden as soon as it closed behind us. It wasn't until we were in the lift that Dafne spoke. "Well it's only for a few months but I think that woman is going to try my patience with her petty rules," she exclaimed.

"I don't know, I wasn't listening," I replied.

"Do's and don'ts, keeping the place tidy. Honestly, I'm not a child. You're going to have to do your part of the housework as well."

"Ah, so I should have been listening instead of daydreaming about us in bed tonight."

"We'll survive," she said, slipping an arm around me. "You did well in there; you need to seem more eager to please me but it's a good start."

She thanked me for my behaviour with a quick kiss before the doors opened. She talked to the doorman about her moving in and coming back with her things before she called a taxi.

She rested her back on me as she settled to make a call on her pad. Her father's face appeared and she explained things to him. He was more than a little surprised but quickly grasped what she was telling him.

He explained that it was more complicated and started the wheels rolling for her to sponsor me, the only way to legitimise my stay here. It was a big step to take but I would agree almost anything to stay with her.

We sat ten minutes outside Angla's while she digitally signed and I co-signed all the forms under her father's guidance. It also meant that we had to register a written contract between us but she put that off till later.

We had a quick kiss and cuddle before getting out and resuming the role of Mistress and pet. Things were more relaxed in Angla's, I sat on the floor while Dafne brought her up to date on my status and Chloe's petty rules.

We got around to packing her belongings in her cases and the emotional goodbyes and thank-yous before getting a taxi for a strangely sombre ride back to Chloe's. I had to make two trips to get the luggage to the lift and two longer trips as I hauled it up to the bedroom.

She undid the lock to my chastity belt to let me use the toilet and let me massage her breasts while we kissed before disappearing off to see Chloe while I unpacked her clothes.

So far it seemed to be going well enough; at least I hadn't messed up in any noticeable way. This was something we should have talked about last night: the etiquette of slavedom; when you were permitted to stand, or speak, or request to use the toilet.

She'd have to give me a quick rundown when we had a moment in private. So far I'd just used common sense in simple situations; sooner rather than later I was going to hit an unknown with no clues to aid my guess.

When I finished hanging her clothes I sat on the dressing table stool, resigned to waiting but glad of the sanctuary of Dafne's room, my Mistress's chamber. I was feeling famished, it must be near dinner time and breakfast felt a long way back.

My patience was rewarded when Dafne returned. "I've decided to eat out," she stated coolly as she closed the door.

She crossed, lifting the ribbon holding the keys from her neck. "Hold these a minute and help undo me."

She changed into the tight red leather dress she'd worn when she'd bought me, just watching her undress had given me a stiffy inside the confines of the laces, her wriggling into the dress kept it hard.

I couldn't resist kissing up the line of her spine as I zipped her up. She turned as I finished and wrapped her arms around me, her lips seeking mine. Her passion fed mine and I wanted to scoop her up and fling her on the bed but a tummy rumble from Dafne stopped me.

She broke the kiss with a chuckle. "Quiet Junior," she said rubbing her tummy.

I handed her the ribbon back and she relocked my flap, putting it back around her neck before giving me a quick kiss. Then we were off, catching a taxi outside and darkening the canopy as we drove away.

My first question as we cuddle together was about my collar, she explained that it signified a personal contract, a kind of engagement halfway to a proper white collar. My next question was on etiquette.

She could only generalize as it was up to each mistress to set the rules for her pet. There were a few conventions such a kneeling in the presence of any mistress and obeying orders but I was doing alright there so she wasn't worried, beside, she could explain that I wasn't trained yet.

We ate in one of the casinos and she spent the trip back ordering groceries. She reminded me of the afternoon session and she wanted me to see to the deliveries when they arrived, selecting something from the food to prepare for tea.

I went down the passage to the kitchen while she went upstairs. The kitchen was empty and as I walked across to the stools the door opened behind me. I turned to see Dafne hurrying over, ribbon trailing from her hand.

"I nearly forgot to unlock you," she said apologetically as she went on one knee to slot the key in.

She gave me a quick kiss before rushing off again, I sat and looked around, it seemed like Chloe ran a divided house, separate rooms but shared facilities. Apparently I was a cook as well as cleaner, serving only my own Mistress.

The screen next to the door showed four camera views, one of the entrance outside with the doorman, one of the lift doors downstairs, one inside the lift and one of the corridor outside. Under it was a door entry button.

The equipment from the store arrived first and I took it to the room before getting to my knees and cautiously knocking the door to the sitting room.

"Enter," I heard Chloe shout.

I pushed open the door and crawled in, stopping just inside and rising to my knees. "Mistress, the items you ordered from Mistress Kathy's are here and I put them in you room." 

"Thank you Rickie. Back to the kitchen and watch for the rest," she replied offhandedly.

I turned on the spot and shuffled to pull the door open and scramble through. I hadn't seen Dmitri there and I momentarily wondered where he was as I walked back down the stairs.

It was nice that she was buying food in rather than use the processor, I only hoped she wouldn't expect too much from me, my culinary skills were limited to bacon sarnies and whatever else you could fry or barbecue.

I heard their voices through the serving hatch as they entered the lounge next door, then Dmitri breezed in through the door, he acknowledged me with a nod of the head and came over to join me on the stools.

He was a big guy, easily a match for me, apart from his crew cut was hairless, eyebrows and all. He had a cage on and wore a harness with wrist straps and sandals like mine.

When I glanced back at him after a minute or so he seemed to be sat stiffly, his eyes closed and breathing rather deeply. It looked like his answer to the boredom was meditation, something perhaps I could learn.

Dmitri answered the door when the doorman buzzed the visitor up, leaving me waiting in the kitchen as he escorted him through to the lounge. When he got back he sat and slipped back into his trance as I watched.

My thoughts were on what was happening in the next room, trying to make out what they were saying as I heard the pair of them order the client about. It went silent all of a sudden, I realized that there must be a connection through to a dungeon just like Angla's.

I tried to keep my thoughts on other things, different times and places. I was rescued by the arrival of the groceries. This prompted Dmitri to speak to me, telling me where things went.

I noticed that their stuff was all health food with a few of the bags labelled macrobiotic. I noticed also there was no meat in the fridge or freezer, not even the artificial substitutes, and put her down as a vegetarian as well.

By the time I got it all put away the hour was nearly over and I took my cue from Dmitri as he got the things ready to make tea. I had to use their coffee, one of a few oversights on Dafne's part as I borrowed the milk as well.

When the call for the drinks came he took them in on a tray and then saw the visitor out. I got called and followed his example when I saw Dmitri go down on all fours to re-enter the lounge.

This must be the exception for amusement; I wondered what form it would take. Dafne looked excited, her eyes dancing happily over me as I crawled over to her feet.

"Take my shoes off," she commanded, lifting one foot.

I did as asked, and then became a footstool for her as Chloe held a post-mortem on the session. She was pleased with most parts but reminded Dafne of the guy's sexual peccadillos and how to pander to them.

Dmitri took the tray back when they were finished and I followed the pair of them back upstairs. I wasn't totally surprised when Dafne excused herself with the excuse of wanting a shower and led me to her room.

"Oh god, that woman," she hissed. "I was feeling all warm and sexy when you came in but she wanted to talk about how well she thought I did."

"A mood killer," I agreed sympathetically, standing to close the door.

She gave a chuckle as she turned to me.

"I can get you back in the mood," I said, stretching a hand to her.

"Mm," she replied, smiling. "Later, let's have that shower first," she said walking over to take my hand.

As she took it she lifted it to her shoulder. "Unzip me," she asked making eyes at me.

She turned, looking over her shoulder as I took a step closer. I smiled back as I reached for the fastener, I kissed down her back as I unzipped her, my hands slipping under the dress to feel her warm skin as I slid them up her sides.

She leant forward to shrug the dress off, hooking her thumbs under her panties to seductively wriggle them over her hips. I shivered with anticipation as I held her steady, feeling my cock tightening the laces as it became fully erect.

She turned and stepped back out of the dress, standing with only a demi cup on. My eyes swept over her, drinking in the vision of loveliness as she smiled at me and squatted open legged to pick the dress and panties up.

"Put these in the washing for me," she said handing me the panties.

I looked around as she walked to the wardrobe straightening her dress, seeing no laundry basket then searching the walls for panels.

"It must be in the bathroom," I said, walking to the door.

"Wait," she called.

I turned to her.

"Let's get that belt off you first."

I nodded, walking towards her, one hand holding the flap up as the other undid the bow holding the lace. She crouched, her hands removing the ribbon as I stopped before her. She undid the strap around my balls then had me turn to finish freeing my shaft as she undid the belt buckle.

I was near enough to the end of the bed to toss it there. As I turned to her she slipped one of the shoulder straps down and turned her back to me. I stepped forward, delighted to touch her bare skin as I undid her bra.

She twirled around, catching me in her arms and clinging to me. She laid her head on me for a few seconds before looking up. "Come on lover," she said grinning at me.

I opened my arms as she slipped one of hers down around my waist. Turning we walked to the door as I draped my arm over her shoulder. She gave one of her little giggles as she looked down at my cock bouncing as we hurried to the door.

We hugged and kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies as we stood in the warm spray. Only selected parts of our bodies got washed before we made love, my hips pounding her ass as I took her doggy style.

We were only half dry when I carried her to the bed, I was wondering if she was in a biting mood, if she started on me I'd start back. As I was putting her down she pulled me over with her, keeping one arm around my neck as I turned to lie beside her.

"At least I've got you to keep me sane and happy, I was thinking of you all through the session, " she said turning and half lying on me. "She knows what she's doing though she's a bit clinical," she carried on reflectively.

"That doesn't matter, she'll be out of your hair soon enough," I said reassuringly.

"She's got 'People you should meet,' coming around tonight," she said sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh," I replied, knowing it meant more acting dumb to come for me. "Do you know who?"

"She didn't say. It could be neighbours or contacts, maybe some kind of welcoming party. It's nice of her but she acts so superior about it."

I wondering what my role would be, serving drinks and snacks or serving just Dafne.

"What are we having for tea?" she asked, lifting up to look at me.

"Who's doing the cooking?" I asked, giving her a quizzical look.

"Can you cook?" she asked.

"Not really, but I could learn. I'm good at following instructions," I replied grinning at her.

"I didn't think you would and I lived off takeaways and restaurants in service. I think we'd both better learn."

"Yeah okay, that might be fun," I agreed, giving her a little squeeze.

"What shall we try first?"

"Chicken," I replied, blurting out the first thing I remembered.

"Okay, we'll look up some recipes later. Right now we should get dressed and back to the lounge."

"The chicken will need defrosting, I think," I said as she slipped free of my arm and pushed herself up to her knees.

"You'd better google that, your pad's in my bag," she said, looking down at me.

My eyes followed her with a measure of regret as she got off the bed, I'd hoped for more lovemaking but duty was coming first. I'd also have to have my belt back on with that annoying strap between my cheeks.

Dafne chose a feminine ruffled dress to wear with a naughty pair of crotch less fishnet tights under a thong that had my mouth watering as I watched her dress. My arousal peaked again when she gave my helmet a quick suck before lacing my cock back in.

I gave the chicken thirty minutes on defrost before rushing back up the stairs and dropping to my knees to knock the door.

"Come," Chloe shouted.

I opened the door and crawled in. Making my way over to Dafne's feet before coming to my knees. "It's defrosting Mistress," I said looking up at her.

"Very good. You can relax," she said, a twinkle in her eye.

I had to keep a straight face as I answered. "Thank you Mistress."

The screen was on, some celebrity news program playing so I sat quietly and feigned interest. As I idly looked around during the adverts I noticed that the walls were electronic paper and I wondered what scenes there were in the library.

Near the half hour I used another advert break to suggest that I attend to the meal. She gave me permission and I gratefully made my exit. The chicken still felt cold on the bottom so I turned it and gave it another ten.

Picking up my pad I searched for a simple recipe checking through for ingredients and settling for roast chicken and chips as something I could manage. I found the deep fat fryer but didn't bring it out as the chicken needed an hour and a half's roasting yet.

I was reluctant to return upstairs but I'd run out of excuses to stay down here. They were browsing jewellery, looking at bracelets. Because she didn't look at me I waited till she did.

"Mistress, it will need attending to again in an hour and a half." I said.

She nodded and gave a flick of her head; I took that as permission and sat next to her legs. Chloe jumped to the next in her favourite channel list and we tuned in on some reality sex show. As we watched a few seconds some girl was giving some guy a blowjob against a countdown clock. She jumped through the channels until she settled on a comedy channel.

After a few minutes Dafne lifted one leg over me and gave my shoulder a nudge. "Move over," she said quietly.

I shuffled over till her other leg stopped me then she lifted her legs onto my shoulders, letting herself slip forward until her knees folded over them. I could feel the pattern of her tights on my bare skin and the warmth of her skin under them.

"Massage my toes," she said distinctly.

With a little inner smile I grasped her toes as she wiggled them, giving them a quick squeeze before beginning to flex them. A panel of the screen changed to the entrance as the doorman let a delivery in, a man with two large boxes on a trolley.

"Dmitri," Chloe called.

He appeared through a door in the far corner. "Go see to the snacks."

"Yes Mistress," he said getting to his feet.

The pop up window closed and I relaxed back, giving Dafne's feet a squeeze as Dmitri walked around the back of us. The delivery of snacks suggested a party and I wondered how many, this lounge looked like it could accommodate fifteen people easily and there was the bigger lounge downstairs.

I chose an add break to slip one of Dafne's legs from my shoulder and turn to her. "Mistress, I should check the food now."

"I'll come with you," Dafne said, surprising and delighting me.

I twisted up onto my knees, giving her room to get up, and then crawled behind her as she strolled to the door. As soon as it closed behind us I was on my feet.

"Dafne, you're going to have to do a lot more shopping, we need lots of ingredients if we're to do any proper cooking. I've planned chicken and chips for now...."

"Okay," she cut me off. "Make a list and I'll see to it tomorrow."

Her voice had a weary edge to it. "You alright?" I asked.

"She got a poor taste in programs; I can see we're going to have to make our own entertainment."

"That's a good thing, you two aren't exactly hitting it off. Didn't you check things out before signing up?"

"My mother organised it, it was her who suggested it in the first place. She's got a network like a spider's web and when she heard of it she thought it could be my first foot on the ladder."

"So you never got to know Chloe?"

"I visited a few times and she was always very nice then."

"And now we're stuck with her," I said her gloominess infecting me.

I opened the kitchen door for her and saw Dmitri rouse as I followed her in.

"Mistress, I'm waiting for the wine delivery," he said standing.

"That's okay, take no notice of us; we're here to cook tea," she replied.




Bitter Sweet 04



He looked a little confused.

"Sit down and ignore us," she said, her hands coming to her hips.

He looked dubious but he sat back down as I headed for the oven to check on the chicken. I stripped the foil back as per the recipe and popped it back in, calculating that we had ten minutes till we needed to start the chips.

Dafne had been watching over my shoulder and I turned to her.

"Mistress," I started, keeping things respectful in front of Dmitri. "The recipe calls for another twenty minutes browning, that leaves us ten minutes before we need put the chips on."

"Thank you," she said. "I'll come back then." 

She gave me a mischievous smile and turned on her heel.

"Yes Mistress," I replied as she strolled back to the door.

I was a mystified and amused, no doubt I'd find out something later. I wandered over to the stools, joining Dmitri as he slipped back into his trance, leaving me watching the security cameras as I waited out the ten minutes. 

Dafne made it back after I started the chips, I had the chicken out and its legs on the plates ready. Dmitri was back on his feet as the door opened and Dafne casually told him to sit down as she walked over to me.

"How are they doing?" she asked, coming to look over my shoulder.

"A few minutes yet Mistress."

"Aha."

She left me to tend the fryer and wandered over to pick at the chicken carcass. I gave the chips a stir and turned to bring the plates over. It looked like we'd be eating here, Mistress and slave sat at the same table with Dmitri sat next to us.

The arrival of the case of wine took Dmitri off leaving me feeling free again and let Dafne take a stool to sit and watch.

"So where did you sneak off to?" I asked.

"I had a look around the dungeon. We need to bring my bits and pieces down and I was checking cupboard space."

"Ah...your new domain. Is it red like the lounge?"

"No, a more traditional black," she replied with a chuckle.

The chips looked ready and I lifted the basket out while turning it off.

"Foods ready." I called over my shoulder.

I divided the chips then picked the plates up and handed hers over. "The knives and forks are in the drawer at the end."

We ate in silence as I began to compile a list of things we needed in the kitchen in my mind. I put the plates and things in the dishwasher then tidied up before following her back upstairs.

The lounge was transformed, the couch was pushed back against the wall, cushions and beanie bags chairs were scattered around the other walls. As I entered could see the table of drinks behind the door with Dmitri transferring glasses across from a tray.

"Ah good," Dafne said standing. "I'll just move my things now." She turned to me. "Bedroom, you've got some work to do."

I turned and started back for the door, getting there just as she did. Opening it for her I followed her through.

"We've got about half an hour before the guests are expected," she said as I stood.

"Plenty of time." I replied as we walked to her door.

With her help we carried it all down in one journey. The dungeon was as described, the walls and ceiling were black with the floor a good pseudo wood floor made to look worn and aged grey by time.

It was brightly lit but that didn't dispel the closed in feeling it gave me. As in Angla's dungeon there were benches and crosses with chains hanging in the centre. She had a full cupboard to herself and couldn't resist playfully teasing me with the suggestion that I should wear the balaclava.

We were left with a pile of packaging after we got everything stowed away. We spent an extra five minutes having a kiss and cuddle before she left me to tidy up again and follow her back up.

Dmitri had another table set up, this one full of trays of the snacks. He himself was sat on the floor next to his Mistress on the couch. At the other end were Dafne's shoes tucked to the side. She headed for them and got me to sit, back to her, on the floor.

She hung her legs over my shoulders. "Put my shoes on," she ordered, softly tapping a heel on my ribs.

I stretched around the side and retrieved them, caressing her feet for good measure as I put them on. I held her ankles as she left them there, turning my attention to the news playing on the screen.

Angla was the first to arrive and Chloe had Dmitri serve her a drink when he brought her up. She sat between them and I was ordered to bring a tray of snacks. I got to my feet to bring it back but knew to drop back to my knees to serve them.

The next guest to arrive had me almost laughing, the woman was dressed as a horsewoman, complete with hat and fake looking spurs. Her horse, who followed after her, had on reins with a saddle strapped to his back.

Chloe got up to greet her. The arrival of the rest kept her and Dafne greeting the fresh faces while Dmitri and I were kept busy with the trays. Strangely apart from Dafne there was no one who I'd class as normal there, though in street clothes, they would all blend into a crowd. 

I noticed a guy dressed as a Dom giving Dafne a lot of attention I also noted the sly smiles I got from her sometimes when our eyes met. After half an hour people were seated and settled. I'd been swapped to help serve drinks and was knelt next to the table awaiting a call.

Dafne seemed to be coping, circulating around chatting with everyone and ending up sitting with Angla. My knees were getting sore, though I the drinks orders were slow enough now to give me some rest sitting on my heels.

The party went on for another hour with Angla being the last guest to leave. Dmitri and I cleared up. I was amazed to find we had an extra room, a concealed door under the stairs led to a laundry room and a rubbish recycling unit.

I was glad when Dafne led me to the bedroom, glad to be off my knees, glad that we could drop the roles, and glad I'd soon be free of the chastity belt. I'd have to talk to Dafne about a more comfortable cod piece or something.

"That went well," she remarked as she turned to face me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'll survive," I answered, giving her a weary grin.

"Oh my poor darling, if you could have heard the admiration and praise. We make a good pair," she said, throwing her arms around me and squeezing.

My arms slipped around her and hugged her back. "A house husband in training."

She laughed, slackening her arms and leaning back into mine. "The perfect pet."

"A step up from being a horse," I said chuckling along.

"She's got a whole stable, it's quite good business so she said."

"This is a whole new world to me, I mean I've seen films but this is like stepping through the screen."

"Mm, I grew up with this. My father's a Dom."

"Really!" I said a little surprised.

"Yep, mother's one as well except with father."

"So you're well trained then."

Her smile faded.

"Sorry," I apologised. "Touchy subject."

"Yes, now's not the time," she said, pulling us back together.

I bent my head, my lips finding hers as she stretched to meet me halfway. Seconds flew by as we stayed locked in our embrace, the feeling of my love in my arms making my world perfect.

She broke the kiss, releasing me to lift the ribbon from her neck then crouch down and unlock me. She teased me, licking and kissing my helmet as she unlaced my rigid shaft. With any other girl I would have demanded she finish the blow job once it was free; with Dafne it was different, I wanted her to want to do it.

I turned for her to undo the strap and buckle and the turned back to start undressing her. As I looped my arms around her to find the top of the fastening she reached up, putting her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss.

My thoughts were more on the kiss than the dress yet when she broke the kiss and dropped her arms the dress fell, crumpling at her feet. She let me unclip her bra then stepped back to shuck it off. 

Tossing it to me she stooped to pick up her dress and picked it up by the straps. I followed her over to the wardrobe, my arms encircling her waist as she hung it back up. She moved back into me, grinding her ass against my solid shaft.

"Take my panties off," she said in a husky whisper over her shoulder.

I drew my hands back and hooked my thumbs in the string waistband, kissing down her back as I crouched. When my hands reached her knees I let the panties fall and brought my hands back up to her thighs as I started to use my tongue as I got to her cheeks.

She brought her hands to cover mine, her fingers tightening around mine as she bent forward. I wasn't sure how far I was going, I hadn't intended this when I started kissing down but I was here now with her spreading her cheeks for me, I didn't have many options bar outright refusal, I'd have to trust her that it was clean and safe.

She sensed my hesitance, my tongue stroking near but not near enough.

"Mm, don't tease," she pleaded.

Strangely, I felt relieved and reassured, my fear squashed by my desire to thrill and please her. I slipped my hands up as I dropped to my knees, my thumbs widening her cheeks as I pressed in.

I felt her body stiffen, catching her breath momentarily as the tip of my tongue brushed over her dimpled rose, then giving a soft sight as I pushed the tip in. it felt wrinkly, full of soft ridges. She wriggled, pressing against me as her hands squeezed my fingertips.

I gave her a good minute before moving down to take my pleasure from her wet pussy, my tongue lapping at her smooth lips as I savoured the taste and fragrance of her juices.

I felt a slight tremor run through her and her hands slipped down to her knees.

"Bed," she commanded, starting to straighten. "I want to sixty nine you."

I was as eager as she was and I grabbed her as we reached it and took us tumbling onto the bed to lie on top of me, her weight pressing the waist of her tights in on my shaft. She lost no time positioning herself, letting me guide her pussy to my waiting tongue while she grasped my shaft and started sucking enthusiastically on my helmet.

I started probing her tunnel, licking around the soft folds that rimmed the entrance and wiggling the tip inside. She was returning the pleasure, lips squeezed tight around my shaft as she bobbed her head while her tongue chased over my head.

As the pleasure built in my groin I shifted her up to get at her nub. I wanted her to cum before me, to taste the flood of her juices before I gave her mine. My nose brushed her lips as I sucked at the hard little pearl, my tongue stroking over the tip as I squeezed it between my lips.

As my climax drew near I started franticly rubbing her nub, pressing my curled tongue down with little finesse. I made it but only because her moaning left her using her hand more than her mouth.

She reared up, one hand pressing into my thigh as the other slipped up my shaft, her dragging fingernails taking me over the edge. My first spurt filled her hand as her fingers held my head, the hot sticky drops splashing down on my abdomen as she released it.

My hip jerked again, spraying the next load over her. She got her lips around it and sucked, swallowing the third and the dribbled forth. When I was spent she lay down, one hand holding my wilting cock as her head nestled on my hip.

We lay only a short time before she stirred, slipping to my side and rolling onto her back.

"I need a towel," she declared with a chuckle as she lifted her hips and pushed her tights down.

I could feel the cold wetness of my cum smeared across my abdomen as well. As I pushed myself up on my elbows I could see her looking back at me with a grin on her face.

"You should have warned me," she said, her eyebrows rising.

"You were slightly busy having your own," I replied dryly. "I think we could both do with a rinse off."

"Race you," she said, rolling back to clamber over me.

"Oi," I protested as she tried to hold me down while she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

I caught her at the door, grabbing her and lifting her into the air. She squirmed in my arms as I carried her across to the shower, making no serious attempt to escape other than pulling feebly at my wrists

"Wait," she ordered as I set her down in the shower. "I want a shower cap first."

I opened my arms and she span around to throw her arms around my neck and draw me down into a kiss. Our noses bumping as she rolled her lips on mine.

"I love you," she declared after she broke the kiss.

"Mm, and I love you," I whispered back as I gave her a hug.

I let her go as she turned, letting her get away before stepping aside to turn the shower on. As soon as it warmed I stepped into the spray, letting it splash over my back as I looked to see where Dafne was.

She walked back over tucking her hair into the cap and grinning at me.

"You're amazing, I never want to let you go," she said, eyes shining bright as she joined me.

Her arms circled me for a hug as she flattened herself against me.

"Mm," I answered, my arms tightening around her.

I could feel her firm breasts pressed against me her nipples hard lumps below my own. My happiness was brimming over just being with her, holding her in my arms. It was worth the sacrifice of my dignity to enjoy these moments.

After a few moments longer she released me and I stepped back to grab the shower gel. We teased each other as we washed, nothing too arousing but enough to make us both eager to get back to the bed and continue there.

I carried her back in my arms, scooping her up as she stretched in the currents of warm air. She clung to me as I let her down, giggling as she pulled me with her when she rolled to the centre.

I rose to my knees, moving to kiss and straddle her as her hands slipped to my head. Our kiss was hot and passionate, a measure of our love, I had the only thing that mattered to me here in my arms and that was all that counted.

When I broke the kiss she moved her hand to my face, her fingers tracing over my features. "Xena was jealous," she said softly.

"Xena?" 

"The foot fetish one, red nails, open toes sandals with the fifteen centimetre heels."

"Still no."

Lacy green top with big breasts."

"Ah yes, shiny nude stockings and suspenders."

She laughed. "Men, I bet you know the colour of her panties."

"Yes, she flashed them at me more than once."

She laughed again. "I knew it, she was hinting she wanted to fuck you."

"I hope you told her I was very good."

She giggled this time. "I told her you were the best," she said brushing her thumb over my lips.

My tongue slipped out and licked it.

"Mm," she sighed, her head falling back. "You're perfect all round."

"I'm glad you're happy," I said softly as her hand dropped away.

"Are you happy?" she asked looking back at me.

"I'm happy you're happy," I replied

"That's not what I mean. Today wasn't a typical day but you got a sample of what it will be like," she answered her eyes looking into mine.

"I can manage, if that's what you're asking. The days aren't so hot," I replied, leaning in and kissing her nose. "But the nights more than make up for that."

Her face softened into a smile. "Flatterer," she said, her hand lifting to stroke my cheek.

"No, I think you're too wonderful for words. Making love to you brings a feeling from deep inside. It makes me want you so much. I feel fulfilment and not just release when it's over"

"I feel peace and contentment, like I'm drifting in the clouds. It is so nice feeling safe in your strong arms."

Squashed between us my cock was growing at the thought of making love. "Mm," she said appreciatively, her hand slipping under my arm. She pulled her tummy in and I lifted slightly, as she slipped her hand through to gasp my stiffening shaft.

I stretched up to kiss her, lifting myself further and shifting my weight onto one arm as my hand came up to cup her breast. She murmured something unintelligible as our lips met, her free hand sweeping up my back to cradle my head.

I lifted a knee to move down and started on her breasts. Then she opened her legs, letting me shift between them. She short-circuited my seduction by angling her hips up and stroking my helmet over her wet pussy.

She gave a grunt as she guided it in and I felt the pleasure growing as it pushed into her tight tunnel, the firm walls resisting enough to give it a velvety feel as I plunged deeper. Her body relaxed as I paused with my shaft filling her, looking down at her to see her smiling back at me.

She came well before I did, her cry loud and sharp as her body shuddered and the contractions gripped my shaft. I waited till the shuddering stopped and her eyes opened droopily then started slowly pounding her again.

I got her close to a second but couldn't hold back mine; she didn't seem disappointed, holding me tight as I hung panting above her. When I slipped out I pulled her leg in and rolled her on top of me holding her there till I fell asleep.



Bitter Sweet 05







Bitter Sweet 05



"Obey in all things?"

"Yes, that's a core rule, I can't order you to do anything illegal or where someone may come to harm and a few other nuances," she explained.

The waiter came back over. "Are you ready to order now?"

"Yes," Dafne said. "We'll have two of your large steaks, mine medium rare." She looked over at me.

"Medium rare for me as well," I added.

"Drinks?" he asked, looking back at Dafne.

She looked over at me. 

"A beer would be nice."

"Two Duff's," she said.

He nodded and picked the menus up. As he walked away Dafne spoke. "Do you love me?"

"Yes of course!"

"Then trust me. I promise never to hurt you, there may be a little pain sometimes, but that goes with the lifestyle. When we're alone like this we can be lovers."

"It's the lifestyle that worries me most, I can't be like Dmitri."

She laughed. "You're never ever going to be like Dmitri or Timmy, you have too much life in you. I know you can meet some weird people but they're mostly harmless."

"Like that Dom who was trying to get inside your pants?"

She gave a chuckle. "That was your fault in a way. Because you're not like Dmitri, you're the strong handsome silent type. I could see how jealous he got when I told him we slept together. He bet me he was the better performer in bed."

"Oh," I replied, a little lost for words.

"Don't worry, there are not many of his kind around and you'll be there if there are. I don't need any other lover now I've found my perfect one," she went on tenderly.

My heart surged on hearing the words. "Why couldn't I fall for a straight girl," I said softly. I gave a slight shake of my head. "If this is the way it's got to be." 

"It'll be fun, I promise. Just as soon as Chloe moves out we can be like a normal couple, curled up on the couch together instead of you having to sit at my feet."

"That can't come soon enough," I agreed.

"For the time being we can spend most of the time somewhere outside when I'm not working. I can introduce you to all my old friends."

"When do I get to meet your parents?"

"When you're perfect at playing a sub. My father will be looking for holes to pick; you'll have to prove I've done a good job training you."

At that moment the waiter returned with our steaks and beers. We let the conversation lapse while we ate and only resumed it when we were walking out of the restaurant.

"If we go to a Notary now we can get a hard copy printed out and work out what we want to add in the codicil. Then after I've finished my next appointment we can take it back there signed and make you a legal immigrant," she said, pausing at the door.

"Yes, that's fine," I replied, giving her a smile.

"I'll look up the nearest," she said cheerfully, reaching into her bag.

I waited, watching her tap in the search.

"We'll have to get a taxi," she announced, looking up at me.

"Lead on," I replied as she put her pad away.

She reached and grabbed my wrist, giving it a squeeze before releasing it. "Let's find a lift down," she said excitedly.

We walked back the way we'd come to take the lift down to the roadway below. I was sure the two young lads behind us were snickering about me but I stoically ignored them.

As soon as we started moving she blanked out the canopy and moved onto my lap, hands curling around my neck as she twisted in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her and surrendered to the passion of the kiss.

The kiss seemed to last minutes before she broke it off and snuggled her head on my shoulder. "I think I'm the happiest woman this side of the galaxy," she said with a sigh.

"And I want you to stay that way," I whispered in her ear as I gave her a squeeze.

"As long as you're near me," she whispered back.

"I will be."

"I know," she replied as she lifted her head back up.

We both move in for the kiss, my hand slipping up under her ponytail to caress her neck. When she broke the kiss we both stayed snuggled together till the taxi stopped.

The clerk's face was a picture of curiosity when she discovered I was registered still as a spacer engineer. We opted for the simplest one and aroused her curiosity again when Dafne told her we'd be back to submit it later.

It was two simple paragraphs, the first one, for me to sign.

I, (name), do hereby swear and affirm fealty and obedience to Mistress (name), I promise to obey her lawful commands and faithfully serve her.

And one for her.

I,(name), do hereby accept the servitude of (name), and take full responsibility for his/her well-being, promising to feed and house (name)and see that no harm comes to him/her.

She handed it over to me when we got into the taxi. "What do you think we should add?"

"I don't really know, it'd be difficult to match the flowery legalise. I'd like to put in a clause like "No infliction of pain"."

"How about we say "Or undue pain" and slip it in after "No harm"?" she asked, pointing at the words.

"That sounds okay," I replied as I mentally read the words in.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"Not that I can think of at the moment," I replied.

"Good, that was easier than I thought it would be," she said, sounding a little relived.

"Well I was wondering if we could add no anal, I know I could claim exemption under the 'no hurt' part on psychological grounds but it might be better to have it explicitly stated."

"I like an anal fuck now and again, I'd rather you to do the fucking than some client. How about if we add consensual to it, so we both want to we can?"

"Ah, I'm really not that keen but if it's only now and again I suppose," I replied.

"We could say 'I further agree to the stipulation that any anal play be consensual'."

"That works for me," I said with a nod.

"Okay, we can add that at the end," she said leaning back into her chair.

I handed her the paper back and she folded it before putting it in her bag. As she straightened she reached over and took my hand. "I wonder what this next one's going to be like?" she asked rhetorically.

"Have you got a typical client?"

"I don't know, most of them at Angla's were business types. Their circumstances wouldn't allow them to keep a full time Mistress. I suppose the same is true here."

"I was wondering about that, everything seems so open here there seems no need of places like Chloe's. Why not just hire your own Mistress?"

"Oh, it's a lot more complicated than that. I know we have lots of people leading twenty four seven lifestyles but not everyone wants to out themselves. There are still quite a lot of strict sects here that refuse to do business with us."

"Ah, hence the grey areas."

"Mm," she replied, releasing my hand. "I think we're nearly home, back to calling me Mistress again."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered graciously.

I glanced around at the buildings but they were all anonymous to me, though I wasn't surprise when started to slow less than a minute later. I opened the door and let her exit first, then followed as the doorman triggered the building door for her.

Conscious of the cameras around, I put on a blank face as I resumed my role. I put the shopping outside the door then dropped to my knees to follow her into the upstairs lounge.

We found Chloe watching the screen. As we drew closer I could see she was wearing a nurses uniform.

"You've got half an hour to get changed," she greeted us.

"I'll do that now," Dafne replied, turning and nearly walking into me.

I swivelled aside, swinging my knees after me. I hurriedly twisted back to turn and follow her. She paused at the door till I caught up, as I looked up her eyes tracked from mine to the door handle.

I caught her meaning and reared up to open it, I held it wide then scrabbled through after her. As the door closed I got up and trailed her down to our room.

"Oh that woman!" she exclaimed as she started pulling her t-shirt off on the way to the wardrobe.

I picked it up when she dropped it and started on the fly. With the jeans hanging on her hips she opened the door and heeled her shoes off while sorting through the clothes.

She found the nurses costume but then selected a white coat. Handing it to me she walked over to the lingerie drawer and rummaged through that. She picked out what she wanted then walked over to the bed.

She dropped her bundle onto it then turned to face me as she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. I watched excitedly as her landing strip appeared then the swell of her mound.

She sat and held her feet up. I turned, dropping the t-shirt back on the floor while laying the white coat on the bed. Stooping I took hold of the bottoms of the jeans legs and pulled them off along with her panties.

Retrieving the t-shirt I turned to walk them all over to the laundry chute.

"Wait!" 

I turned to see her holding out her bra. As I took it she continued. "Bring me the white patent leather stilettos." 

She was standing, pulling her thong up as I walked back.

"Get my pad and you can use my account to order more groceries," she asked as she sat.

I put the shoes on the floor and turned to the door where she'd dropped it as she entered. I picked it up and walked back to the bed as she finished adjusting her bra.

She took the bag from me and pulled out her pad. "Here, and don't forget we need milk and coffee."

"Shall I get percolated and instant?" I asked as I took it.

"Why?" she demanded.

"To replace what we've used of Chloe's."

"Sod her," she snorted, "just the percolated."

"Yes, Mistress," I said a trace of amusement colouring my voice.

"Well she's treating me like a child," she replied.

"You're behaving like one now if I'm honest. She's probably jealous of your youth and beauty. She's on her way out and you're on the way up."

"That's still no excuse," she said slightly mollified.

As I turned my attention to the pad she picked up a plastic suspender belt. While I was compiling my list she stood and walked over to the dresser and began to undo her hair.

When I finished I picked up the pair of white stockings and the coat then walked over to stand behind her, watching her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair.

Glancing up she gave me a smile. "Go put your clothes away. I'll be a minute yet."

I was stuck with her clothes as I walked over to where I'd left the bag at the door. Collecting it I walked back to the bed, laying her clothes down before tipping mine out.

I picked up the track suit and straightened it out. Jogging wasn't my favourite sport, neither street nor treadmill. I usually had a workout and a sauna once or twice a week, depending on my schedule.

I laid it next to the coat and bent to snap the ring with the labels then pulled out the tissue paper stuffed in the toes. I walked them all over to the wardrobe and put them tidily inside.

"Bring me the apron," called Dafne, as I was about to shut the door.

I sorted through the clothes and found it. I swung the door shut as I turned. She'd walked back over to the bed and picked the coat up. It barely covered the tops of her thighs, leaving the suspender straps dangling below it.

She clipped the poppers from the bottom up, leaving the top two undone. Taking the apron from me she opened the velcro to undo the belt then turned her back to me as she held the apron in place.

"Do me up," she requested, twisting to look over her shoulder at me.

I hooked the belt and drew it around her back, she took it and tightened it to her own satisfaction then undid the neck loop and threaded that around her neck. I lifted her hair from under it as she tightened that.

She turned back around to face me. "How do I look?"

"You're popping my thermometer," I replied, smiling both at her and my attempt at a witty reply.

"Ha ha," she mocked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Go get the key off the dresser."

She watched me walk over and back then took it from me and unlocked the flap. "There," she said looking up at me. "You can stay in here till we're finished, then we can go back to the Notary."

"That's fine by me," I replied as she turned to pick up the stockings.

"Help me with these," she asked, handing them to me.

I went down on one knee as she lifted a foot up, draping one stocking over my knee I rucked the other up while she rested her heel on my thigh. I had a clear view of the bulge of her thong covered pussy, with my imagination letting me visualise the wrinkled folds under the thin fabric.

The silky stocking added to my arousal as I slipped it over her toes and smoothed it up her foot. She raised her leg to let me push it over her heel then reached down to take the top and ease it up over her calves.

I held her ankle to straighten the toe and heel, when I finished she rested her other foot on my knee. I slipped the stocking on and smoothed it down and up over her ankle as she lifted her foot.

I looked up expecting her to take over, instead she spoke. "Shoes next."

Holding her ankle I reached over and picked up the shoe and eased it over her toes and held it firm while she wiggled her heel in. she brought up the other foot and I held that to fit the other one.

As she put the foot down she stood. "Fasten my stockings while you're there," she said with brief giggle.

Touching her, running my fingers over her soft skin, was an enjoyment in itself. The feel of her firm flesh through the silky stocking was a notch above. My fingers lingered a little brushing the top up her thigh, my sensuous caress soliciting a soft sigh from her.

Though the clips hung beneath her coat my hand slipped under it then pressed the strap against her as my fingers traced it down. She enjoyed our little play as much as I did, her stance softening as she laid her hands on my head.

Had she not had a client I'm sure I would've been undressing her again, as it was she pushed my hands away when my thumbs got too near her pussy. She turned to the bed, picking up her bag as I stood.

"Try your new track suit on while I'm gone, but don't leave the room," she advised, turning back to me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied with a smile.

She smiled back and turned to the door. I sat on the bed as she went out, loosening the laces before I lay back. I was in a crazy place, in love with a crazy woman. I needed to be with her was the simple truth, if I needed to play act to do it did that make me crazy to?

Sex with her was more satisfying, more electrifying than I ever thought it could be. It wasn't only the sex either she was a beautiful woman as well, one you would be proud to take anywhere and know that you were making the other men jealous of you.

Though I'd known her only a few days, her personality, when we were alone, was easy going and she didn't seem to be lacking in intelligence either. All in all she'd suit me as a life partner.

The thing that worried me most was Dafne's relationship with Chloe. I know I'd talked jealousy but it more a case of an Alpha reluctantly giving way to her successor.

Now that I thought about it I wondered if her retirement was all that it seemed if she was reluctant to hand over the reins. It was a remote possibility but a possibility still.

Thoughts of what her parents were like drifted into my mind, meeting them would tell me more about her. Her father was definitely a take command guy, the way he dealt with my transfer showed that.

Her mother was still a mystery. I wondered if she wore a collar, I doubted it after at least twenty years serving him. Did Dafne take after her in looks? Questions I'd have answers to when we met.

As I rolled I remembered the tracksuit. Sitting up I swung my legs around and slipped off the bed. Getting it out I tried the top on first. It was a good fit, tight where it needed to be, around the neck and cuffs.

I took the belt off before trying on the bottoms. The only complaint I had with those was the cuffs riding high on my ankles. I sat and put the trainers on then stood to walk around and test the feel of them.

I did a few press-ups and squats to see if it was restrictive to work out in. The trainers made my feet feel awkward; I was more use to wearing sandals or being barefoot and these made my toes feel cramped.

I walked back over to where I left my belt and undressed, putting them back on the hanger before picking the belt up and walking back to the bed. I lay back down, wondering what Dafne was up to right this moment.

She should be half way through doing what she was doing by now. Then it was back to the Notary to legalise my immigration status. I wondered if she would feel like celebrating the official start of our relationship.

That reminded me of the belt, prompting me to sit up; I should put that back on before she returned. Threading the buckle behind my back was a more finicky than unbuckling it but I persevered.

I didn't bother tightening the laces up, nor thread my balls through the hoop. That was something she could do, if she wanted, when she got back. With nothing else to occupy my time I propped the pillow up and sat on the bed to wait for her.

I sprang up from the bed as the door opened and Dafne entered, the first thing I noticed was that she was smiling. "Good session?" I asked as she walked over to me.

"Yes, it was all electro-shock and vibrators," she replied cheerfully, undoing the apron.

I took it from her and waited while she stripped the coat off.

"Do they need washing?" I asked as she passed the coat to me.

"Yes, you might as well," she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I nodded and tossed them onto the bed as she heeled her shoes off. "Undo my stockings," she said as she stood.

As she started on her bra I crouched down to undo the clips, enjoying the feel of her skin as my fingers brushed against it. She waited till I'd finished before unclasping the suspender belt and letting it fall on my wrists as I rolled the stockings down.

As I glanced up she hooked her thumbs into the thin waistband and slowly pushed the thong down. My eyes flicked from hers to the newly exposed skin as the little patch of fabric slipped down to reveal her landing strip.

As her hands stopped I glanced back up. She gave me a grin as she sat down, her hands reaching to take my head and tilt it back as she leant forward to find my lips with hers.

The kiss was sweet but brief, as she broke it she huskily whispered in my ear, "Are you hard?"

"I have been for a while," I answered, pressing my head against hers.

She giggled and straightened up. "Pull my panties off," she said saucily, leaning back on her hands as she lifted her legs.

I reached around and hooked my fingers over then, with my fingernails pressing lightly on her thigh, I drew them towards me. She parted her thighs slightly as I slipped them over her knees and the wrinkled stockings still clinging to her calves.

She lay back as I pulled the panties over her toes, widening her legs to look at me over the top of her breasts. "Put that tongue of yours to use," she said seductively.

My eyes swept down to her gaping pussy, the inner lips folded out like petals while her hood formed the stem. I slipped my hands under her thighs and lifted as I leant in, my tongue already extended.

A subtle sweet fragrance masked her womanly aroma but the full flavour of her juices assaulted my taste buds as my flatten tongue lapped at her lips. I could feel her relaxing as my tongue swept lazily over the silky smooth skin.

Even though the laces were loose my cock was straining against them in an effort to stand proud. I could see that being a problem if I was going to fuck her.

I continued licking, occasionally dipping the tip of my tongue into her hunny hole. Her sighs and moans told me she was enjoying it if the liberal flow of her juices wasn't proof enough.




Bitter Sweet 05



I started letting my tongue tease her hard nub at the top of the stroke, eliciting a quick shiver from her on the third pass. I turned my full attention to her clit, stroking and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

Her moans grew louder and she started to wriggle, making me shift my hands to her hips to hold her still. She folded her legs around me, her stocking covered ankles on my shoulder blades, pressing me in.

I sucked on her nub, squeezing it with my lips as I fluttered my tongue over its tip. Her hips started thrusting as her sighs turned to groans that punctuated her shortening breath.

I felt her legs tremble a brief moment before the cry of joy erupted from her lips and her bucking hips threw me off. Looking up, her back was arched still as the shudders racked her frame.

She dropped limply back with a final groan, her head still rolling slowly from side to side. I waited for her to recover, my cock still hoping to fuck her. The seconds stretched on till her eyes fluttered weakly open.

"Good enough or more?" I asked as she lifted her head to look at me.

"Enough," she answered happily, letting her head fall back.

I smiled and pushed myself up to stand over her, looking down at her naked body, seeing the sheen between her breasts as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Ah, I needed that, I feel so much better now," she said looking up at me.

I gave a little chuckle, "I aim to please."

"Mm, I wish we had time to fuck but we need to get the contract signed and sealed. Something for us to look forward to later," she said sitting up and stretching out a hand to me. 

She pulled herself up to stand facing me. "Time to get dressed," she announced looking up at me.

"Not before your stockings come off," I answered, looking down at her feet.

She looked and chuckled as she sat back down. I crouched down as she lifted her feet and pulled them both off by the toes. She slipped past me as I straightened up and I set about the task of gathering up her old clothes before walking them through to the laundry chute.

She was wearing a lacy black quarter cup corset and short boy shorts when I got back, a pair of knee length black stiletto boots standing ready. "Ah," she exclaimed, as she noticed me.

"Do you think shorts or a skirt would go better with this?" she asked, holding up a shiny dark waistcoat.

"Try them on and I'll tell you," I replied as I crossed to her.

"Mm," she acknowledged, opening the waistcoat and passing me the hanger.

She slipped it on as she turned to the wardrobe and unhooked two more hangers. She held the short pencil skirt in front of her first, giving me enough time create an image, then the even shorter shorts.

"The skirt looks sexier but the shorts will get you more looks," I commented.

"The skirt it is then," She said cheerfully as she handed me the shorts.

I waited till she'd freed the skirt to take that hanger and rehang them on the rail. She held my arm as she stepped into the skirt then held it in place as she turned her back to me and said, "Zip me up."

The skirt was tight on her, accentuating her waist and the roundness of her arse. The feel of it was soft and slinky, like it had a miniature velvety pile. As I zipped it up she tucked in the hem of her corset.

"Boots next," she said as she walked off toward the bed.

I turned to pick them up then followed her over. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, looking up at me as she did. I went down on my knees in front of her, unzipping the right boot.

Taking the stiffener out I held it by the pointy toe as I reached for her ankle. As soon as her heel was snug she pulled it from my grasp and lifted the other foot. When I'd similarly shod the other she stood with her legs apart.

Before she could ask I reached out to start zipping them up. She walked over to the wardrobe mirror and examined her reflection. To me she looked a bit severe with all the dark colours, maybe that was the image she was aiming for.

From there she made her way over to the dressing table, as she passed by me I trailed along and stood behind her as she sat. She flashed me a smile in the mirror then picked up the hairbrush to start on her hair.

She took five minutes to 'pretty' herself and then we were out the door. The taxi was waiting for us and then we were on our way. She relaxed back into the seat and closed her eyes.

I was pleased she hadn't come back complaining about Chloe again, I hoped it was a sign of them getting friendlier. Life would be a lot simpler if they could get along.

The taxi ride seemed to take no time. Dafne was up and exited first, leaving me to tag along behind her. We were directed to a different clerk, who invited us to take a seat by way of greeting.

Dafne brought out the contract and passed it to her.

"We'd like to make a few changes," Dafne stated as she took it.

"Have you consulted a lawyer on this?" the clerk asked.

"No," answered Dafne. "Is that required?"

"No, but it can save disputes over the meaning of words later." she replied offhandedly. "What alterations do you want to make?"

"Where it says "See that no harm comes" we'd like to insert "Undue pain or" after "No" so it reads "See that no undue pain or harm comes"," Dafne explained.

"Undue seems an odd choice of words?" she commented.

"It will cover me giving him love bites and accidentally scratching him when we make love," Dafne explained.

"Excessive would be a better fit if that's the case," the clerk offered.

Dafne looked at me. I gave a little nod.

"Okay, you can change it," Dafne agreed.

"Anything else?" 

"Yes we want to add "I further agree that any anal play be consensual." At the end," Dafne replied.

"That all?"

"That's all."

"If you'll place your wrists in the readers," she said looking back at the screen.

We did while she tapped away at her keyboard. The whole process took little over ten minutes while she checked our details and status. At the end she swivelled on her chair and retrieved the freshly printed sheet.

"Here's your certified copy. It might take a few hours to fully filter through the system. Congratulations, he looks a fine man."

"Thank you," Dafne replied a little excitedly as she took it.

"You'll have to change his collar to the standard green you know," the clerk warned Dafne as she scanned the document.

"Yes," Dafne replied absently, lifting her bag to slide the paper in.

She had a big grin on her face when she turned to me. "Now you're mine for the next two years," she said delightedly.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, keeping a straight face.

"Come, we've got things to do," she said standing.

"Yes, Mistress," I intoned as I stood then stepped aside to let her pass.

She led me back outside, stopping and fishing her pad out of her bag as we stepped outside. "Shall we eat now or later?" she asked.

"Later if you want, though I wouldn't mind a drink."

"A drink sounds like a good idea and I know just the place," she said, tapping on her pad.

When she was done she started for the taxi rank at the curb. We only had to wait a few seconds for one to turn up and then we were off to the Castigated Scourge, the address she gave.

I was expecting a nightclub but we stopped outside the entrance to a park in the casino district. We quickly exited the taxi because of the queue of people waiting impatiently curb side.

The place was quite crowded with tourists; there were the sounds of music and laughter. I was turning heads and attracting stares as we followed the path that veered right.

She carved a clean passage through the oncoming tide of people, their expressions ranging from shock and surprise to outright amusement. After a minute or so she took a side branch that led us to an open air café.

A bikini clad red collared waitress came over to take our order, coffee for the pair of us. As she walked away Dafne remarked, "We used to come here for our break if we were doing split shifts. See that building over there." She pointed. "That's where I worked."

"My service turned me into a spacer," I chipped in, "and that brought me here to meet you."

"Fates fickle finger, my father met mum by chance as well," she reminisced

"I don't think I know how mine met," I answered.

"Have you any brothers or sisters?" she asked.

At that moment the waitress returned, I paused while she served us.

"Daffs!" a voice squealed from my blind spot.

Her head flew around, "Cilla!" she exclaimed, leaping out of her seat.

They rushed together and embraced, giving me time to appraise her friend. She wore a loose dark green skirt and a pale green blouse with a name tag pinned to it.

"Look at you, you look like a Dom," Cilla proclaimed, pushing her to arms length.

"I am. It's a long story. You still with the casino?" she asked, steering her to the table.

"Yes, I'm a floorwalker now...." Cilla answered, catching sight of me as I stood. She caught Dafne's arm. "Is he...?" she asked a little too loudly behind her covering hand.

"Yes, we just signed the contract. Richie, meet Pricilla. My dorm mate from last year." Dafne replied, as she paid the waitress.

I was unsure how to play it, I was being introduced more as a lover than a slave. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, deciding to stay in character.

"So you got drawn back into the family's ways." Cilla said sympathetically.

"Kinda, mum just kept pushing," Dafne said as she sat.

"So where did you get a gorgeous man like this?"

"I bought him at the Justice Auction and we kinda fell in love. Another long story," Dafne replied, glancing over at me.

I smiled back at her.

"He must be good in bed, how big is his knob?" Cilla asked, giving me a more careful look over.

"Cilla," Dafne admonished.

Cilla laughed, "Since when did you become shy?"

"Alright," Dafne said, relenting. "It's only about seven inches and yes, he's good in bed, before you ask."

"Will he do anything you tell him?"

"Yes of course. He's mine for the next two years."

"Ah, to be waited on hand and foot and sex whenever you feel horny. You've got it made," Cilla said leaning back into the chair.

Dafne sighed. "If only it was that simple. I'm going to have to work as well, mother's arranged for me to take over a dungeon."

"What! You're going professional? Wow."

"Unfortunately, yes." Dafne answered.

"Oh come on; you're a natural for the role. You're secretly enjoying this."

"Well the independence is nice and finding Richie is a big bonus but it would have been nice to have had a gap year or two first."

"I know," Cilla replied wistfully.

"So what are you doing, besides being a floorwalker?"

"I've enrolled on a part time accountancy course at Central U. I share an apartment with three others over in West Village; apart from that nothing much has changed. I'm seeing someone but it's not serious, I'm supposed to be meeting him here now" she answered.

"Kept in touch with any of the others?" Dafne asked.

I tuned out and started looking idly around, there was a mix of styles from several worlds with most of them middle aged or older. This must be an area that catered for them.

"Charlie" Cilla's voice broke my reverie.

I turned to see her rising to greet a guy dressed in the blue and white check of chef's trousers and white top. They embraced for a few seconds then Cilla turned to Dafne.

"This is Charles, he's a chef at the Rodeo." She looked back to Charlie. "This is Dafne, one of my dorm mates from my service."

"Nice to meet you, I think I may have heard one or two tales about your exploits," he said, amusement colouring his voice.

Dafne chuckled. "I can tell you a couple of stories about her," she replied. "Those were the days."

"Well, nice to meet you, you must come visit one day," he said, slipping his arm around Cilla's waist.

Cilla gave him a puzzled look, his head canted slightly and his arm urged her around. She resisted and turned her head back. "I'll be in touch."

"Okay," Dafne replied as Cilla turned away and walked off with Charlie.

"Was she a good friend?" I asked as Dafne turned back to look at me.

"Mm, not my best friend, but we hung out a lot."

"I don't think her boyfriend was overly pleased finding her with us."

"No, I don't think he was, I can't see him lasting long with her, she's quite liberal."

"Makes you wonder how they got together in the first place."

"Yes," she answered, picking up her cup.

I finished mine and put it back on the table. Looking up at her I caught her watching me over the top of her cup.

"What," I asked.

"Oh nothing," she replied as she lowered the cup.

"Ah ha," I murmured knowingly.

"It was nothing, really..., just an odd thought."

"It's okay, we've all got secrets," I answered teasingly.

"Oh I've got lots of secrets, you may even learn a few," she said with a chuckle.

"I'll bet," I replied as she put the cup down.

"We might as well head for home," she said standing. "There's a little unfinished business we need to attend to."



Bitter Sweet 06







Bitter Sweet 06



She'd settled on a studio show and Dafne was looking lost in her own thoughts by the time Dmitri came back with the chocolate. I sat bored for the ten minutes or so that it took them to finish the drink.

I carried the boots back and put the stiffeners back in them while Dafne cleansed her face. I walked over behind her as she finishing, resting my hands on her shoulders and gently massaging her neck with my thumbs.

"Mm, that's nice," she said, leaning back against me.

"Mm, it's been a long evening, especially the last ten minutes," I replied, looking at her through the mirror.

"I will have a word with her when I can. Oh, I learned why Chloe is leaving; she's going back home. Her father's had a stroke and she's taking over the family business while her mother looks after him."

"Ah, I had wondered. I can't fault her for that."

No," she replied, disturbing my hands as she swivel around on the stool. "I'd do the same if I had to."

"Aye," I agreed, as she brought her hands up to my shoulders and pulled herself up.

I saw the kiss coming and tilted my head to meet her lips. I could feel her nipples through the halter, soft lumps squeezed against my bare ribs. As my lips rolled on hers my cock thickened inside the laces.

When she broke the kiss she caught my wrist, "Let's get your belt off," she said as she led me over to the bed.

"Get up," she ordered, as we got there.

I clambered on.

"On your knees," she directed as she sat facing me.

The look on her face told me my erection was visible. Her one hand reached out to cover my shaft while the other grasped the ribbon and lifted the key from her neck.

"Hold that thought till later big boy," she said, looking up at me.

She looked down and undid the lock, leaving the key in it as she removed it. "You can take it off when it goes down," she said, swivelling to put the key on the bedside table.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged as she crossed her hands and grasped the hem of the halter top, pulling it over her head as she turned back.

As she did that I shifted, moving to the edge of the bed to sit there. She handed me the top and stood, her hands going to the button of her shorts. Undoing the zip she wiggled them down over her hips to the top of her thighs.

I only had a side view of the exposed fishnet covered thigh and rounded arse cheek. Her hands lifted, thumbs catching the tights and thong and pushing them down. As she sat I slipped off the bed and to kneel at her feet.

She lay back on her hands, smiling down on me. "MC didn't recognise me till he heard my name, in all fairness he last saw me as a scrawny teenager nearly three years ago, I've blossomed into the real me since then."

She shifted back as I got the lingerie to her knees, lifting her feet and resting them on my knees. She lifted them higher as I got the bunched bundle to her ankles, letting me slip them over her feet.

She closed her legs and sat up. "The tights and thong can go for the wash, you can rehang the shorts and top. I'll be in the shower." As I stood up she rose from the bed and left me watching the wiggle of her cheeks as she walked away.

The clothes took me no time to put away but getting the belt off slowed me down for a good minute with the fiddly laces. She was using the toilet when I walked in; I looked away as I dumped the soiled clothes into the laundry chute.

I turned to the shower, turning my back to her as I turned it on. Waiting a second for it to warm before stepping in. I started washing my chest while I waited the minute or so for her to join me. 

"My turn," she said from behind her fingers slipping down my forearm to take the bottle of soap from my hand.

I dropped my arms as she started at my shoulders, enjoying the feel of her fingers scrubbing their way down. My cock was fully erect by the time she got to my waist.

"Bend," she commanded, giving me a nudge in the small of my back.

I bent forward and she trickled some soap on the top of my arse. She tapped my legs apart and trickled some more down into the crack and started there. A finger lingered over my rosebud as she washed over it the soft soapy sensation sending a thrill through me.

My balls got their turn next as her other hand shifted down my thigh. I let out a soft moan as she gently rolled them in her cupped hand. "You like that big boy?" she asked pausing.

"Mm," I answered, dipping further to look through my legs.

"Then I shouldn't get you too excited yet," she said dropping her hand.

I chuckled as she stood behind me.

As I straightened her hand looped around holding the bottle. "Your turn."

I took the bottle and turned to find her turning her back to me. She hunched her shoulders as I poured the soap over them;, then relaxed as I started kneading them.

I worked my way down to her waist then she bent forward, hands on the wall, and widened her feet. I poured more soap and washed her rounded cheeks before venturing into her crack.

As soon as I touched her rosebud she wiggled with a soft sigh. I let the tip of my finger circle a few times before moving on, my fingers sliding over her dangling inner lips and the firm mounds of her outer ones.

She moaned and twisted her hips against my hand. I kept my hand cupped and just gently squeezed and stroked until I felt her warm slippery juices coating my fingers.

I pressed my middle finger in, uncovering her hood and the soft inner core. She wriggled again as my finger stroked up and over her clit. I stroked over her lips and down over her hunny hole, playing there as she started breathing faster, her moans spacing her gasps.

As she twitched I let my finger slip into her hunny hole as it circled it. She gave a sharp cry as she tensed momentarily before exhaling with a contented sigh.

I finger fucked her as I gripped her hip, going as fast and deep as I could as I drove her to her needed climax. I didn't take long to change her moans of pleasure into a cry of joy as she peaked, her tunnel clenching my finger in step with her sobs.

My finger slipped out as she collapsed to her knees, I quickly bent to grab her waist and steady her. It took her a short while to recover and sit back on her heels, my hands shifting to her shoulders as she rested her back against my knees.

"You know how to turn a girl on," she said, moving her hands up to cover mine.

I had no ready answer. I gave her shoulders a squeeze, buying time.

"Help me up," she asked, releasing my hands as she pushed herself up.

My cock brushed against her back as she rose while my hands moved to her waist. As she stood upright she twisted around to face me. "I love you," she said softly as she slipped her hand around my neck.

"And I love you," I repeated back before our lips met.

I could taste the toothpaste on her tongue when it darted in, making me panic momentarily about the taste of my mouth. As the kiss deepened her hand snaked down between us to grasp my throbbing helmet.

My arms tightened around her as my focus shifted from the kiss to her massaging my tingling head. She broke the kiss, her hand stroking my cheek as she drew it back.

"Shall we finish our shower?" she asked releasing my head and stepping back.

"The sooner the better," I answered, dropping my arms.

"We'll do ourselves," she said stooping to pick up the bottle.

After putting a dollop on her palm she passed it to me. I washed swiftly, concentrating on the sweaty parts, my armpits and groin. I stepped into the centre of the spray and rinsed, or tried to as Dafne stepped in and playfully jostled me for the sweet spot.

I surrendered it to her and walked out, she came rushing up behind me as I reached the towel, tickling me as I tried to dry my hair. I abandoned the towel, letting it fall around my neck and tickled her back; she squirmed out of my hands and fled, laughing, to the bedroom.

She'd leapt on the bed before I could catch her, rolling to face me as I clambered on. She lunged and tried to tickle my ribs, my hands flew up to her armpits. She toppled me over and managed to scramble on top of me, pinning me down with her knees on my shoulders.

"Ha," she exclaimed triumphantly. 

I struggled back feebly, letting her enjoy the easy victory before I overthrew her. She dipped her head, stray droplets of water falling on me as she pushed herself down to kiss me.

As she released my wrists I curled my hands around her back while her hands cupped my head. As we kissed she lifted her hips and straightened her legs out to lie on me, her landing strip pressing against my resurgent cock.

Her kiss was soft but passionate, her tongue playing with mine as her fingers ruffled my wet hair. I was thrilled with the kiss and her naked body pressed against mine, it felt so perfect, so special.

When she broke the kiss she whispered in my ear. "Fuck me doggie style do it hard and fast."

She broke my hold as she pushed herself up, smiling at me as she squatted on her toes, her feet astride my thighs. I wriggled up and out from under her, letting her drop back to her knees as I rolled onto mine.

She watched me, head turning over her shoulder as I waddled around behind her. She dropped her head onto her forearms, thrusting her arse up as I laid my hand on it.

I grabbed my shaft as I shuffled into position, rubbing my head over her slick folds before sliding it in. "Harder," she called out, as I began slowly.

I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against her as I kept the stroke long and the rhythm fast. Her sighs and soft moans started almost immediately, her head flicking from side to side as the moans began to dominate.

My vigorous thrusting combined with the loving intimacy we shared was bringing me on faster than I wanted. I was happy to feel her first shiver and then hear her shortening breath as I pounded on.

Her first shiver was followed by a longer shudder as she let slip a cry. I shortened the stroke and swung my hips faster, feeling my own peak coming as she groaned and started to push against me.

It was a race she won by a few strokes, leaving me to drive on through her cries of ecstasy to take myself over the edge. My cock slipped out prematurely as she let herself collapse.

I let it lodged in the valley of her cheeks as I lowered myself onto my elbows above her. I kissed the middle of her back then lifted my knee over her leg and rolled to the side. She turned her head to face me.

"Mm," she sighed, "You were terrific."

"If that's the case it's because you inspired me," I answered, looking into her heavy lidded eyes.

"I just want to sleep in your arms," she said, twisting around to back me.

I chuckled. "Can we sleep under the covers."

"Oh," she complained, rolling back away from me.

I rolled to my knees and slipped off beside her, she stood aside for me to pull the covers down and then slipped in to hold the cover up for me to join her. As I snuggled up she gave me her back to cuddle to and guided my arm around her waist.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep, leaving me to reflect on the day. Compared to parties going to a club was easy, I had virtually no interaction with anyone, for the most part I sat bored and ignored.

My mind wandered to what tomorrow held. There was the morning jog, something I wished I could avoid. Then she'd be busy with her morning clients, leaving me bored again.

As the light dimmed for lack of movement I drifted off, still thinking about a diversion to counter it.

~~~

I woke first, sneaking out of the bed to use the toilet and brush my teeth after I washed my hands. She woke as I sat next to her on the bed, giving me a lazy bleared eyed smile as she looked up at me.

"Morning beautiful," I said, returning her smile.

"Mm," she sighed then tried to stifle the yawn that followed.

I chuckled. "Not quite ready to meet the day yet?"

The cover slipped off her as she sat up, momentarily diverting my eyes to her breasts and nipples before I leant in to kiss her. She leant to meet me, her arms flying around me as our lips met.

The thrill of the kiss was enough to set my cock twitching, hoping it was going further. When she broke the kiss she flopped back onto the pillow, her arms slipping to let her hands grasp my forearms.

""Let's go shake the cobwebs out," she said, gripping my arms as she pulled her knees up.

I slipped off the bed to let her get out, then walked with her to the wardrobe to get dressed in the track suit. I was naked under mine while she wore a sports bra under hers.

The circuit she used was a little park tucked away behind the buildings and accessed through a little walkway a few buildings down. She didn't set a very demanding pace but I only lasted half way around the first lap when I had to slow to a walk to catch my breath.

I waited, sat on a bench at the entrance, for her to complete her second lap, expecting her to chide me for my lack of fitness. I watched as she jogged up the path to me, the effort showing on her face as she got close.

"What happened to you," she asked breathlessly as she flopped down onto the seat next to me.

"I'm a gym man," I replied.

"Huh?" she asked puzzled.

"Upper body workouts, not much legwork," I answered.

"I can see that," she said with a chuckle.

"Give me a week."

"We'll see," she replied rising. "Let's see if you can make it home."

I jogged home next to her, the pace a little slower than when we started. I was still glad when we got to the front door, my thighs and calves aching as I climbed the stairs.

We undressed and took a shower, then, with me staying naked while she found a t-shirt to wear, we went down to breakfast. Coffee was first on the list. After I set the kettle to boil and got the cups ready I turned to making the scrambled eggs.

She sat on the stool watching me as I busied myself. When the kettle boiled I made the coffee, taking hers over.

"We're going to have to organise a menu," she said, taking the cup from me. "Do you think three days would be enough?"

"A week would be better," I suggested.

"We'll be eating out some nights, I was thinking when we stayed in we could order in the food for that evening and the next day's lunch."

"That's fine, but if we plan for the week we'll get a more varied diet. Not picking the same things so often," walking back over to the counter.

"Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, we could do that."

"You can probably find an app for it."

"There's diet ones you can program yourself," she replied.

"Do it then," I answered, putting the pan on the stove.

"My pad's upstairs."

"Ah well, later then. While we're talking about shopping could you get me something simpler than that belt thing."

"Like Dmitri's you mean?"

"Something along those lines, yes."

"Okay, but you'll have to shave your pubes off," she answered.

"Huh?"

"Have you seen many others, Doms or subs, sporting hair?"

I took a second. "No, not that I can think of."

She let my answer hang, "I'm not shaving, I'll use a depilatory," I carried on resignedly.

"Not down there you can't, you'd have to do it frequently and it can irritate the skin. You can have thermal epilation or waxing, I'd go with shaving. "

"You give me little option. We'll still need the cream though, I've got a beard growing back," I replied.

"We'll get some, you can add it to the shopping list along with whatever cage you want to pick."

"Thanks," I said, dividing out the scrambled eggs.

I walked over to her with the plates, setting hers in front of her. "While I'm busy you can sort out the washing, strip the covers on the bed and put fresh ones on," she said, picking up the fork.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged, as I started on my food.

It took less time to eat it than it did to prepare it, and I still had the washing and tidying to do while she went off to the bedroom to get changed. After I'd finished I followed her up to find her sitting on the stool, still in her tshirt, using her pad.

She looked up at me as I walked in. "I'm doing our menu," she announced. "It's not quite a weight loss diet, more a healthy one. You can order later. Come over here and bring the belt, you'll have to wear it another day yet."

I walked over to the bed and picked it up, remembering the lock and key on the bedside table, before making my way over to her. She took the lock from me, pulling the key out as she turned to the dressing table and put it down.

She hung the key around her neck. "I won't lock it," she said, turning back to me, "so you can use the toilet."

I nodded and held the belt out to her. "Turn around," she ordered as she took it.

She strapped the belt on and then had me slip my cock into the loose sheath while she threaded my balls through the loop. With that done she turned back for the lock and hung it on the hoop.

With that done I returned to stripping the bed as she walked over to the wardrobe, stripping the t- shirt off as she did. When I'd put the bedclothes down the chute I walked back to see her holding up a concoction of leather straps.

"Wait!" she called as I started across to the door. "Help me into this."

I turned toward her as she held it out to me. Taking it from her I tried to work out how it fitted.

"Hold it down," she ordered.

I bent to lower it, she rested a hand on my head a lifted her leg to thread the foot through. When she had both feet through she took it from my hands and tugged it up over her waist.

Turning she gave me her back. "Strap me up." she asked over her shoulder.

There were two cross straps I started on the lower one. "No!" she stopped me. "The top ones first," she said as she flipped one over.

I took it and found the buckle on the top strap to fasten it to. When I'd done the other she bent and twisted to arrange the straps at the front. I waited till she straightened and started on the one around her waist.

She kept making adjustments as I did the top strap up, then turned to face me. "How do I look?" she asked.

"Fine," I said, taking a step back.

The straps criss- crossed her chest, leaving her breasts bare. The straps through her groin followed the line of the panties she was wearing, and I noticed the there was a zipper in the crotch of them.

"Good," she replied. Glancing at the wardrobe she continued. "You can help me with the boots as well." 

I collected them and followed her over to the bed. She sat and waited as I took the stiffeners out. I knelt before and held her ankle and fitted the boot on, zipping it half way up her calf before she swapped it out for the other foot.

"That'll do," she said as I started to zip that one up.

I rolled back on my heels as she stood. "I'll be with Chloe if you need me," she said, zipping the boots up.

"Okay," I acknowledged as I stood.

She walked over to the stool and started on her hair as I headed for the door. I made my way straight to the laundry room and started by putting the bedding through and then sorting through to separate out the delicates.

Working, even boring work like laundry, was better than just plain boredom. My problem was I wasn't use to leisure time, out in space you barely had any working a twelve hour shift six days a week.

I found the Tri Vee showed little I was interested in, playing games on my pad was too frustrating with the need to buy things every five minutes to progress through the levels.

Worst of all was the web and the inane antics of the netizens found there. That left little beside music and playing solitaire or something, neither feasible in the long term.

When the bedclothes were done I transferred them to the dryer and put the delicates in for a quick wash. I had two drums to watch now, trying to find patterns in the tumbling clothes.

When the washing was all done and folded I walked it back upstairs, wondering what Dafne as doing now and if the first session had long to go. I put the clothes away and then remade the bed before lying down on it.




Bitter Sweet 06



I must have drifted off, the next thing I knew Dafne was shaking my shoulder to wake me. "Richie," she said sharply.

It took me a second to shake off the dream and get my bearings. "Mm."

"Sleeping on the job," she said shaking her head. "That's a big faux pas."

"Sorry, the boredom got to me. I need something to occupy my mind," I replied.

"We'll sort this out later, go make some coffee for us, I'm parched."

I swung my legs off the edge and got to my feet as she walked over to the dressing table. I made my way down to the kitchen, wondering about her mood after the session with Chloe. She'd seemed a bit brusque just then.

I made the coffees and carried them back up on the tray, in case I met Chloe on the way. Dafne was resting on the bed;, she glance over as I entered then returned her gaze to mid air.

I put the tray down on the bed next to her and sat beside it facing her. "You alright?"

"Yes I'm fine," she answered, turning to find my eyes locking onto hers.

"Then don't let your coffee get cold," I said, smiling at her as I looked down to pick my cup up.

"You're good at figures aren't you?" she asked, reaching for her cup.

"I used to be. I've had no need to do head work since I left university," I replied.

"Do you think you could manage the accounts for this place?"

"If you've got the manual that came with the program," I answered confidently.

"Good," she said giving me a little smile.

"Well, that's one way to cure my boredom." I replied smiling back.

"You can also be in charge of the appointments then." She said with a chuckle.

I chuckled with her then took a sip of my drink.

"How would you remodel the lounge downstairs?" she asked before taking a sip of her drink.

"Wall screens if you can afford them."

"The bank of mummy will pay," she replied, waving her free hand.

"Ceiling as well then. Change all those red fixtures and furniture, what to depends on the image you want to create. You'd have to choose there."

"I'm not sure yet, I've got a few sims I want to run."

"Well, there's plenty of time yet," I said, taking another drink.

"Mm," she agreed, taking a drink of hers.

"We should do that menu," she said, glancing over to the dressing table.

"I'll get it," I said, rising.

I took the few steps there. Dafne had swung her feet around and was sitting on the edge of the bed when I turned to walk back. I sat down on the other side of the tray, putting the pad down on it.

We spent the next twenty minutes working out what we were going to eat for the next week, five meals in and two evenings out. I left Dafne using her pad and took the tray back to the kitchen.

Dafne was gone when I got back, I presumed that she'd gone to the lounge; I hadn't heard her come down. With nothing much to do I went and lay back down on the bed.

I let my mind chase rainbows, thinking of what it might be like two years from now. I would be free and probably still acting as Dafne's sub, though with a lot more freedom.

The hour dragged, the highlight was a visit to the toilet to ease myself. I was glad when Dafne returned, springing off the bed the moment the door opened. She smiled at me and said, "Shall we go out for lunch?"

"Yes," I replied enthusiastically, welcoming the chance to get out.

"Help me change first," she said, walking over to me.

She stopped in front of me and turned her back. I undid the top straps first, then the back two. She eased it down over her hips and wiggled her legs to help it fall then stepped out of it to sit on the edge of the bed.

She raised her leg up, unzipping the boot to mid-calf as I moved to help her off with it. Catching her heel I unzipped the rest and eased it off over her toes.

"Ah," she said, flexing them.

"Other foot," I said, looking up at her as I put the boot down next to the leathers.

She gave me an odd smile and lifted her knee to unzip the boot before extending her foot to me. I smiled back before looking down to catch her heel. My hand brushed hers as I took the zip, an ordinary thing made extraordinary because it was hers.

She left me to pick them up and follow her over to the wardrobe, where she was sorting through the clothes. She handed me a hanger as I put the boots down, I took it and refastened the shoulder straps to hang the leathers up.

I put the stiffeners in the boots while she walked back to the bed with her selection, a pair of light grey slip-ons, faded denim jeans and a pale blue sweatshirt.

She locked me up before we left, and transferred the contents of her leather bag over to a straw one and gave it to me to carry. We caught a taxi to another small park with a pizza palace sited in it.

There were a lot more youngsters lazing around, quite a few wearing red collars. The music playing was pop based and not to my taste, the décor a combination of bright primary colours.

We sat and ordered a large meat feast between us along with fizzy drinks.

"This is another place I used to come to." She said.

"I guessed," I replied.

"We use to have pizza picnics." She reminisced.

"It's a nice place," I replied, looking around.

"We had some nice times here," she continued.

"Mm, it's nice to have these little oases of green scattered around. It'll be a nice world when it's finished." I remarked.

"That won't be for hundreds of years," she answered.

"I know, I was supposed to be building it before I met you."

"Yes," she agreed, nodding. "I'd forgotten that."

"You've probably added a couple of weeks to that by diverting me," I continued, lifting my elbows off the table and sitting up as I saw the waitress coming back.

The waitress slid the tray onto the table between us I picked up a slice and started as Dafne paid. As we ate I exchanged glances and smiles with Dafne, enjoying just being with her.

We lingered over the drinks, talking about people we'd known; then had a little stroll around the park before heading back to the gate. We rode home in silence, leaving me to study the anonymous streets as we passed through them.

We'd barely gotten upstairs when a chime from Dafne's pad signalled an incoming call. "Hello?" she said after accepting the call.

I slipped ahead and opened the bedroom door for her.

"Yes," she said stopping. "We can fit you in."

I couldn't hear the other end but after a few moments she replied. "If you fill out the questionnaire we'll set up an appointment for you."

"Yes," she said again, walking on. "I'll look forward to it."

She looked up at me excitedly. "My first client, I must go and tell Chloe."

I nodded as she turned and hurried to the lounge; I shut the door behind me and walked over to the bed. She could be minutes or an age, all I knew was she'd have to change soon for the next client.

As it happened I didn't have to wait long till an excited Dafne came rushing back into the room. "We checked out the credentials and they look genuine," she said, excitedly blurting out the words.

"Good," I replied, getting up to greet her as she stretched her arms out.

I caught her in my arms and let her momentum topple us onto the bed. I turned sideways to leave us facing one another.

"Mm," she said, freeing her arm from under mine to bring her hand to my cheek.

"Mm," I repeated seductively.

She chuckled. "We haven't got time," she said, rolling back and pulling her other arm from under me. "Chloe's expecting me. I've got to get changed."

I helped her change into her 'working clothes' and got a long kiss before she turned and left, leaving me to sit and wait for her once more. I was soon lain down on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to occupy my mind.

I was still laying there when she opened the door and popped her head in. "Bring me some coffee to the lounge," she ordered hurriedly.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, rolling off the bed.

She was gone by the time I got to the door. I walked downstairs, half expecting to find Dmitri on his way up with Chloe's drink. The kitchen was also empty though the kettle was hot when I refilled it.

I got the tray down and put her cup on it, mechanically performing the task while I wondered what was going on upstairs. When it was ready I carried it back upstairs, not relishing the thought of getting stuck with them.

With the tray in my hands I walked in and across to Dafne before dropping to my knees in front of her. She took the drink without acknowledging me, as she sat back I put the tray on the table and shuffled to the side of her seat.

The screen was on, the volume lowered. Dmitri was next to Chloe at the other end of the settee. They were talking about interviews with clients; I presumed that Chloe had already talked to her about the dos and don'ts as she was now regaling Dafne with humorous tit-bits from her experiences.

At least I wasn't bored sitting there; in fact I had to stifle a laugh now and then. After about half an hour Dafne excused herself to get changed into something more comfortable.

I carried the tray down to the kitchen and was lucky enough to be on hand when the groceries were delivered. I made my way back up after I'd put everything away to find Dafne changed into her old t-shirt and a pair of lacy boy-short panties and lying on the bed.

"Where've you been," she asked as I walked in.

"Food delivery. We've got Chicken Chasseur for tonight," I answered, walking over to her.

"Oh that, right. When are we eating?" she asked, turning her pad off and rolling to her side to face me.

"That's up to you. The recipe says twenty minutes preparation and three quarters of an hour cooking time."

"You can make a start now then," she replied with a smile.

"Okay," I said turning around.

With five minutes cooking time left I left it simmering and quickly rushed back upstairs to see if she wanted to eat downstairs or in the bedroom. She came back down with me and sat watching as I served the meal up.

After we'd eaten Dafne helped me wash up and then left me to put things away as she headed back upstairs. She was lying back on the bed when I walked in, tapping on her pad with her feet in the air.

"The finances don't look too complicated," she remarked, looking over at me as I walked over to her.

"That's good to hear," I answered.

"It looks like she makes around twenty thousand a month, charging between three and five thousand per session," she continued.

"I hope that's net and not gross."

"Huh?"

"After all the expenses have been paid," I explained.

"I don't know," she said, rolling to face me as I sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you want to look?"

"Yes," I said, stretching my hand.

She passed it to me then rolled to her knees, leaning on my back to look over my shoulder. As I read the statement she slipped her arms around my chest and rested her chin on my shoulder.

"Well?" she asked as I looked up.

"It doesn't say," I answered. "But going on what you said earlier about four clients daily, let's say they all pay average then that's seventeen five hundred. Times that by five and it gets you up to eighty seven thousand a week. Times it again by four... and you have three hundred and fifty thousand a month. Agreed?"

She gave a little nervous chuckle. "I'll trust you on that."

"Well I'd expect a net profit higher than twenty thousand; two hundred thousand would be more like it."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes," I said, skewing my neck a little further.

She released me and slipped to my side to sit on one leg, confusion on her face as she looked at me.

"So she's made a mistake? She missed out a zero?"

"I don't know. We'd have to get a look at the audited books to work that out. I imagine if your mother bought her out they would have gone through the books with a fine toothed comb. Is twenty thousand in your pocket enough to live on?"

"Yes, I think so, I never know how much I spend."

"Mm. The best thing would be for you to ask your mother tomorrow," I said reflectively.

"I can ask her now," she replied, swivelling to the side to reach for her pad.

"She's your mother."

Her finger tapped busily on the screen. "Mother."

"Dafne, my sweet. What a nice surprise," then in a more querulous tone, "I hope."

"I'm alright this time. What I wanted to ask is about Chloe's accounts. She's just given me a summary that says she makes about twenty thousand a month."

"That sounds about right. I don't remember the exact details; I can look them up for you if you want."

"No, I was just curious. Thanks."

"If you need more I can ask your father."

"No, I'm not short. I was just curious, honest."

"Alright. When are you coming for a visit? I hear you've picked up a hunky man."

"Let me settle in here first, then you can come visit us here."

"I'll look forward to it," she replied with a chuckle.

"Bye then, love you."

"Love you back. Come visit soon. Take care."

"I will," Dafne replied, tapping the screen.

She looked up at me.

"She must have a lot of overheads is all I can think. Rent, insurance...," I said.

"It doesn't matter, we can live on twenty thousand," Dafne said.

I'd have to take her word. It was four times my salary as a spacer, but my spending was minimal with most of my money going into my retirement fund, my worry was Dafne seemed to be an impulse buyer.

She slipped her leg off the side of the bed and laid it over my knees as she lay back. "Come on," she said, tucking the pad under the pillow, "let's have a cuddle."

I lifted her leg and brought my knee up to clamber up onto the bed. She reached out and took my arm as I pulled myself up between her legs. She brought her other hand up to my shoulder and guided me to her side as she turned to face me.

As her hand slipped around my neck she looped her leg over mine. I slid my hand around her back and drew her in as she closed her eyes to kiss me. We cuddled together after the kiss, her head resting on my cheek.

We lay a while in each other's embrace, I felt happy and content being there, feeling her heartbeat and her breast pressing against me as she breathed. If I could have I would have held her there for eternity.

As it was the sojourn lasted only a minute or so. She lifted her head and gave me a kiss on the cheek before rolling to her back beside me.

"I can't believe how much finding love with you has changed my perspective on life," she said as she turned her head to me.

"How?"

"That I'm settling down, that I want your children. I was planning on enjoying my freedom and playing the field, then you came along, my mister perfect."

"Hmm, I think that's a times two. I was just passing through. It's amazing how fate brought us to meet each other. It's funny how two people can just know when they meet."

She rolled back to face me. "I'm just glad we did."

"So am I," I replied softly, looking back into her eyes.

We kissed, the passion overwhelming us before fading as the kiss became more tender and intimate with our hands stroking and caressing each other. It ended with each of us giving the other butterfly kisses before she laid her head back on my cheek.

I held her, enjoying the intimacy again before wondering how long we had till she needed to change for the next session. She kissed my cheek again when she lifted her head, this time rolling back and sitting up.

"I need to go to the toilet," she said a little regretfully before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Good idea," I said as I sat up. "If you'll unlock me I'll join you."

"Are you still locked? You should remind me next time.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, chuckling.

"Have you picked the one you want yet?"

"No, I was hoping we could go shopping for one, somewhere where they have a good selection so I can try a few on," I answered as I slipped of the bed.

She chuckled and took my hand, leading me off to the bathroom. As we neared the toilet she dropped my hand and pushed her shorts down over her hips and down her thighs before sitting.

One hand went to the ribbon around her neck as the other reached for the lock. She undid it and relocked it through the hasp, putting the ribbon back over her head as she straightened up.

I stepped back, my fingers already undoing the laces.

"Turn around," she said looking up at me. "You won't need it again tonight."

"Ah ha," I said, turning my back to her.

I felt her hands between my legs as she undid the strap and freed the loop around my balls before unbuckling the belt. I eased my balls through the loop and as Dafne let the belt fall loose I lifted the loosened laces off my cock.

I took a step away, bowing my knees as I stretched my balls. Behind me Dafne giggled. I swivelled around to see her stepping out of her shorts. She glanced down at my flaccid cock, her eyes widening before looking up to my face.

"We should get your pubes shaved ready," she said, smiling.

I let out a little groan. "Now?"

"Why not, it's got to be done and we've got time now."

"Okay," I said resignedly.

"Shall I do it?" she asked, walking over to the mirrored cabinet.

"Can you?"

"I shave under my arms," she said, stopping and turning then pulling the short sleeve up to show me as she raised her arm.

"Okay, that makes you more qualified than me, I only use depilatories," I replied, sounding more cheerful than I was.

"Use the toilet if you need to," she called over her shoulder while she rummaged around in the cabinet.

As I flushed the toilet she called over. "Get me the stool from the dressing table."

When I returned she was waiting by the sink. "Bring it here," she ordered.

"Sit and spread your legs," she said.

As I did she squatted in front of me, a pair of nail scissors in her hand. It felt different, cooler, even before I stood up to rinse myself in the shower while she put the shaving things away.

The weird feeling was reinforced every time I looked or touched the now smooth skin. She came over with a towel to dry me, squatting again as she started on my thighs.

Having behaved for the shaving part my cock got frisky as soon as the towel brushed it. As it started rising up she captured it in the towel and wrapped a hand around the shaft.

Glancing up at me she poked her tongue out and leant in to lick the underside of my helmet. A pulse of pure pleasure lanced through me as it slipped between her lips and raked through her teeth.

She bobbed a few times and then let it slip from her mouth as she looked up at me. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"Mm," I answered as she rose.

She took my hand and we both rushed through, launching ourselves onto the bed when we got there. Laughing, we rolled to embrace each other, our heads coming together as we kissed.

The kiss was sweet but short, leaning in she softly asked, "Do you want to fuck or sixty nine?"

"Sixty nine's a double pleasure," I answered, whispering into her ear.

She giggled, pushing me over onto my back, as she levered herself up. She twisted on her knees and grabbed my shaft as she cocked her leg over me. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and guided her down, giving a small groan of delight as her warm wet lips slipped over my helmet.

I licked and slurped at her juices, my tongue dipping into her hunny hole and stroking over her lips as she sucked and licked at my helmet, her hand slowly slipping up and down my shaft.

It wasn't long before both of us were near peaking, I was flicking and massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue, trying to get her off before I came.

She collapsed on top of me, lost in the afterglow, my wilting cock still in her hand. I lay contented, the tips of my fingers making circles in the small of her back as my heart beat with love for her.

It felt like minutes till she moved, half slipping as she rolled off me and sat up, her hand sliding up to rest on my chest as she leant forward, her eyes fixed on my face.