...of all Possible Worlds - Chapter Ten
"Count backwards slowly," the man said from behind his green surgical mask. The cool air smelled funny. "…100…99…98…"
"…98…97…90…Mmmm…"
I awoke sometime later, wrapped up in warm sheets and feeling fuzzy all over. It seemed so quiet in that room, a yellow room, sunshine yellow and pleasant and I didn't want to move. I couldn't move and I had to find my way through a soft fog to remember where I was and what I was doing. I wondered where my Master was, always my first real thought when I opened my eyes. Where was Mr. Reiser? Did he want me for anything? Everything else could wait…But I felt worn out, exhausted, and I closed my eyes again.
"How do you feel?" a nurse asked me, a white woman.
"Thirsty," I said after thinking about it. My voice cracked, although I'd barely whispered.
"Here…" She had a cup with a straw and the nurse held it to my lips so I could sip from it. "You've been out for about six hours. I need you to urinate. Can you pee?"
"No." I had to think about that too, and I couldn't feel my bladder at all. I didn't feel anything except thirsty and warm in that bed.
"Okay. It takes awhile for the body to wake up. I'm going to use a catheter, okay?" She set the cup down and I realized she had a little cart.
"Where's my Master?" I asked weakly. Looking up, I noticed my I.V. for the first time.
"Mr. Reiser? He's outside," the nurse replied and I didn't know what she was doing. I could feel her hands, but they seemed so far away.
"Oh." I closed my eyes.
"Your operation was perfect, in case you're wondering." She sounded like she might be smiling, so I smiled too. "The doctor will be in later to talk to you, but everything went very well."
"Good. Thank you," I sighed. When I opened my eyes, turning them down with my chin, I could see the shape of my new breasts beneath the white sheet.
"Don't move too much now…There, that was a lot. You did have to go." The nurse held up a beaker filled with waste from my bladder and it didn't look like much to me, but maybe it was.
A minute after she left, Mr. Reiser entered with a warm, concerned smile.
"How do you feel, Dani? Are you okay?" he asked, touching my face as if I might have a fever, and I giggled tiredly.
"I'm…Fuzzy," I decided.
"Fuzzy, huh?" He laughed lightly and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "They really put you under, but it's over now. The doctor said it was textbook. Everything went just like they said it would."
"I have breasts." I smiled and my Master nodded.
"Perfect breasts," Mr. Reiser agreed. "You're going to be so beautiful, Dani."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Don't thank me." Mr. Reiser stroked my hair. "You did all the work and besides, they're as much for me as they are for you."
"How's my best patient?" the doctor said as she entered the room. She was a black woman, a freeborn who worked at the clinic doing cosmetic surgery on slaves.
"She's happy, I think." My Master smiled at me.
"Good, me too! I wish all my patients had a body like yours, Dani." She held a clipboard and looked through it. "We're going to keep you overnight, I think, just to make sure you don't sneak out and go celebrate."
I smiled at that, feeling as if just standing would be impossible right then. My chest was beginning to hurt by then, deep down inside, like a dull ache.
"The anesthesia should wear off in the next half hour or so and you'll start to feel some soreness."
"I feel it." I licked my lips. "I think."
"Good. That's a good thing. It'll be a little painful and we'll give you something for that, but you'll still feel it," the doctor told me. "The important thing is that you just relax and don't move too much. Get some rest and let your body take care of itself, okay?"
The doctor stayed a while longer, Mr. Reiser asking her some questions while I closed my eyes. Everything was fine, just fine now, and after I healed I'd be so pretty. My Master would be so happy with me, he'd never let me go. He'd keep me forever and that's all I wanted.--------------------------------------------------------
"Does it hurt?" Mr. Reiser asked me and I giggled happily.
"No!" I shook my head as I lay on our bed. I was naked with my Master beside me. "It feels good."
He was playing with my breasts and it had been a full three weeks since my surgery. I'd pretty much healed completely, enough that I'd had my last visit to the clinic and gotten a clean bill of health. I'd had a little more cosmetic surgery the week before, just to reduce the scarring which had been barely noticeable anyway. Now the imperfections were practically invisible, even with a close inspection of the undersides of my breasts. They were wonderfully formed 34C tits, firm and round, with my nipples still dark and puffy and all too sensitive as they pointed out and up. I had perfect tits that any woman would have been proud of and Mr. Reiser enjoyed them at least as much as I did.
"Feels good for me too," he said, holding my left breast in his hand.
He squeezed me gently, exploring my new flesh as if trying to detect whatever part of it wasn't me, but that was impossible. My skin was dark and warm and soft beneath his fingers, and my nipples burned hot and cold with my arousal. I felt everything, his hands, and the weight of my tits, which had seemed so strange at first. I'd quickly learned to appreciate the supprt of a bra, although I often went without. I had an awesome chest and I did enjoy showing off.
"You're gorgeous now. Everything I ever wanted," Mr. Reiser sighed. His hand moved down my body, from my ripe breasts to my stiff penis, and he massaged me there as well.
"I want to be beautiful for you," I told him, moving my hips slightly as the pressure of his fist around my girl cock was too nice to ignore.
"You are beautiful, you always were." He leaned down to kiss my smile, slipping his tongue into my greedy mouth so I could suck it for him.
My Master jerked me off slowly and brought his lips to my breasts a moment later. I cradled him to me, feeling warm all over as he pulled my left nipple between his lips and then more, sucking at my breast as if trying to draw all of it into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back to that pleasant sensation, my body coming alive beneath him, and his fingers grew moist with my precum. Mr. Reiser always knew how to make me feel special.
"Suh, your suppuh is getting cold," Mercy's sweet Southern voice interrupted us, and I giggled at her frown.
"Bring it up here," Mr. Reiser said, and that was unheard of -- We always had our dinner in the dining room.
"Suh?" Mercy stared as he kissed his way down my tummy towards my penis.
"We'll eat…Here…" my Master sighed. He took the head of my cock into his mouth, making me gasp and dig my fingers in his sandy hair.
"I doan believe you will, Suh!" Mercy said indignantly. "Now you best come on out there, and set yourself at the table like a propah gentleman!"
She left us then, not waiting for a reply, and I laughed, sticking out my tongue as Mr. Reiser lifted his mouth and licked his lips.
"I guess we'll eat downstairs." He grinned at me.
"Yes sir." I rolled my eyes playfully and we'd have to wait until later to continue this fun game.
He dressed in a casual linen suit while I looked through my closet, but he stopped me.
"No, just panties. Nothing else," he told me, and I looked at him with an incredulous smile.
"Mercy will whip my butt if I sit down for dinner in panties!" I laughed and I wasn't lying.
"I'll whip your butt if you don't." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Take your pick."
I stared at him for a minute, wondering if the man was serious and deciding he probably was.
"What color?" I asked, giggling.
An hour later I sat in Mr. Reiser's study, reading a new issue of Southern Life while he worked at his desk. The man always had paperwork, too much of it in my opinion, but being a vice-president of the largeest insurance company in the South, he was a busy man. Mason-Rice Indemnity sold every kind of insurance you can think of, and some you probably can't. My Master made a lot of money, I knew that, but he worked for it too, and I was often bored while I waited for him to take me to bed. He spent two, sometimes three hours nearly every night behind his desk and it could be a little frustrating.
"Did you know that less than thirty percent of all slaves are owned by ten percent of the population?" I asked, just to remind my Master that I was waiting for him.
"Hmmm…" He didn't even look up.
"Sixty percent are owned by corporations and private businesses…"
"Really," he said, but he wasn't interested.
"…and just ten percent are owned by the other ninety percent of the white population." I clucked my tongue. "I didn't know that."
"Slavery is an economic institution, not a social one." Mr. Reiser looked up at me and smiled. "I'm almost done."
"Hmmm…" I made a noncommittal sound as it was my turn to ignore him.
"Come outta there now and leave Suh be," Mercy said, and it was time for that whipping. "We's gone have ourselves a little talkin' to now, Miss Danielle."
"Oh goody." I breathed. Mr. Reiser glanced at me briefly, looking amused, but he wasn't going to say anything.
Mercy was practically tapping her foot as she stood there and I couldn't keep her waiting.
"Coward!" I giggled at Mr. Reiser as I stood up, still wearing a pair of baby blue panties and nothing else. He just shook his head with a smile and looked back down at his papers.
"Mercy, he told me to dress like this," I argued, but that was wasted breath.
"A house negra like you doan sit at Suh's table lookin' like that!" She had me in my bedroom, the one I rarely used for anything but closet space and making myself beautiful at the vanity.
"You set a fine table, ma'am," I said, trying to sound sincere.
"Doan sass me, girl!" She shook her head. "You take ahold that bed now."
"Owwww…Mercy!" I winced and tilted my head as the old woman grabbed my ear, pinching it hard as she pulled me where she wanted me.
My bed was a four poster, with a canopy draped in lavender satin and thin silk. It was a beautiful bed and very sturdy, but other than the one time Mr. Reiser had made love to me on it, this was the only real purpose it served. I stood at the foot of it, stretching my arms to either side and grabbing the tall posts in my hands. I dimly recalled my Master telling me I'd be running his household, but that had been a rather poor joke. It was Mercy's house and she ran it, the house and everything in it, including me. I'd learned that quickly enough.
"You's spoiling that man downstairs and I ain't gonna stand for it." Mercy told me. "Sometime a lady gots to say no jest for his own good sake."
"Yes ma'am," I said softly. My heart was picking up speed and I fought to control my breathing while I waited.
"You's wanna be a lady, you's gone have to act like one." She had an old fashioned razor strop and it hurt!
"Owww!" I jerked as she laid that strop across my ass and those thin panties didn't help at all.
"Shush now. You's gone take your licks, negra." She spanked me again and I squeezed those bed posts so tightly my hands were turning white.
"Mercy! I'm sorry…Owww!" I winced and my eyes grew wet with the third one.
"Oh, you's feelin' sorry now?" She spanked me again. "That one there's for lyin!"
"Lying…Ahhhh…Fuck!" I twisted my butt as if I might get away, but I didn't let go of the bed.
"An this un's for cussing!"
"Mercy…I'm sorry…I mean it Oh! Ummmm…" I groaned, gritting my teeth as she spanked me a sixth time.
"You's paradin' round like you's the Mistress of the Manor," she spanked me again, "but you ain't nothin' but a house negra, girl."
"Yesssss…Mercy…" I agreed, crying as she laid into me with the eighth stroke.
"When you's comin' out that bedroom, you's gone be propah!" she warned me with number nine.
"I promise…" I whispered, and my knees went weak with number ten. I slid down the posts a foot or so, but I didn't let go.
"Now, fetch me that sweet balm, child," Mercy told me, and she wasn't even sweating.
I walked gingerly, rubbing my butt and feeling my skin like I'd sat down in a furnace. Only ten strokes, but good Lord those hurt a lot. Much more than Mr. Simpson's belt and I could barely remembered what that had felt like, but this was something I'd never forget. Mercy whipped me when I needed it and I wasn't allowed to refuse her, I didn't think. I'd never actually asked or tried and Mr. Reiser hadn't really told me that I had to obey her, but Mercy acted for all the world like I was her little own girl. It had just taken her a week or so to get used to me in the beginning; after a month, it seemed like I'd known her my whole life.
"Come on, now. Get yourself over my knees, girl." Mercy sat waiting on the bed. This was the fourth time she'd spanked me, so I knew what we were doing.
I laid over her thighs, no longer afraid I'd break her like I'd been the first time, and she pulled my panties down so she could rub some soothing ointment on my burning skin. It felt wonderful and truthfully, this was something I looked forward to, enough that I almost didn't mind the whipping so much. Her hands were old and wrinkled, but strong, incredibly strong, and she would dig right into my butt cheeks with them, working that menthol balm deep. It wasn't the sort that started cool and got hot either, this started cool and stayed that way.
I found myself getting an erection, as I always did when we were like that, and Mercy sighed and shook her head as she plainly felt my penis harden against her leg.
"Suh was the same way when he was a boy," she told me. "You two is just like peas in a pod."
"You…You used to spank him? Mr. Reiser?" I lifted my head at that and Mercy chuckled softly.
"Course I did, who else gone do it? His momma?" She shook her head, working her thumbs close to my anus and pulling my little black ass open.
"Ohhh…" I stretched a little and lifted my feet right off the floor for a second, curling my toes.
"I supped that boy from my teat. Don't nobody love that boy like me," Mercy said softly. "Course, I's a lot younger them days, lot stronger then too. Once upon a time, I give a negra like you ten strokes? She won't set down for a week!"
"I believe you," I said seriously, and Mercy laughed at that.
"You likes to believe anything, huh? That's alright though, just doan you forget you's a lady now." She gave my butt a little slap. "Goan get up now, give Mercy a kiss. We's all better, ain't we?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, getting off her carefully and kissing the old woman's cheek. "Thank you, Mercy."
"Uh-huh, you's best get yourself fixed up now." She shooed me away with a little smile and shake of her head. "I spect Suh's gone find some use for you now."
"I hope so!" I replied, just to tease her on my way out.--------------------------------------------------------
I did make myself pretty, devoting myself to it so that when Mr. Reiser finally left his study and came upstairs, I was ready for him. I wore my camisole and tap pants set, the one my mother had bought me a month before. It was soft and made of fine silk, emerald green, and that really was my best color, I thought. The lingerie had looked good on me before, but now that I had breasts the camisole was divine. That it seemed almost too small for me only made everything so much the better.
The thin spaghetti straps were over my shoulders and my tits pushed the silk out hard, so that their firm shape was easily seen. The plunging neckline had white lace trim, matching the lace around the hem at the bottom of the camisole, as well as the waistband of my tap pants, which were really just loose shorts. The legs were tailored in a V shape, so that they rode high around my hips and exposed a lot of butt and thigh, barely concealing my penis and balls. It was sexy and beautiful and I'd made my face up to match, with green eye shadow and ruby lips. I'd put on jewelry and brushed my hair for thirty minutes.
When my Master found me, I lay on the bed, on my side with my knees together and slightly bent, my left arm cocked at the elbow, propping up my head. The index finger of my right hand traced over the bed spread, following the stitches while I waited as if doodling in my boredom. I didn't look at the man right away, I was teasing him, ignoring him as he stopped halfway into the bedroom, staring at me, I knew. I'd done everything I could to make him desire me and my penis had become swollen with anticipation, the head barely exposed against my right thigh as it peeked out, and that was deliberate and just for my owner.
"I thought you were already sleeping," Mr. Reiser finally said.
"No." I shook my head slowly and looked up, giving him my soft brown eyes. "The bed's too big. I couldn't get comfortable."
"Stand up for me."
I smiled, giving him a curious look and decided to take him literally. "Like this?"
I stood on the bed, spreading my legs to keep my balance. My body turned half away from him and I didn't bother to fix my camisole, or most especially my tap pants. My lingerie was askew and my breasts threatened fall out as one of the straps had fallen completely from my right shoulder. My penis and balls were exposed as the thin loose crotch of the shorts was pulled to the side.
"Jesus," he breathed, nodding. "Turn around…just…slowly…"
I giggled, moving as he directed me, letting him see me however my Master desired.
"Touch yourself."
"Here?" I brought my right hand to my breasts, finding my left nipple through the silk and rubbing the material over it. "Or here?" I sighed, using my left hand to rub my penis, dragging three fingers along the top of the shaft, tugging at the foreskin and pulling my girl cock up invitingly so that it pointed towards him.
"Yeah," my Master agreed. "Like that. I want to…" He looked around and saw a Queen Anne chair, pulling it closer and facing the bed. "I want to watch you just like that."
I masturbated for him, standing on the bed and touching myself while he sat there in his suit, staring at me. I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples through the camisole while I worked my hand around my penis slowly, not wanting to cum, but to prolong the experience so long as possible. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, licking my lips and breathing softly, watching my handsome white Master watching me.
After a few minutes, I turned a little more and reached for my ass, playing with my firm brown cheeks. I spread them, pulling the silk aside and letting him see my anus while I sucked a finger, getting it moist before inserting it into my boy pussy slowly. I pulled at my penis, stroking it downward so Mr. Reiser could see that as well, how I was masturbating my girl cock while I fingered my tight brown ass for his pleasure.
It was good like that, making me feel hot all over, and my tummy fluttered with the wondrous sensations I'd come to associate with being female inside. My nipples itched and burned and I ignored them as best I could, feeling my heartbeat quicken. My breathing became deep and ragged as I labored to control myself. Precum spilled from my penis, staining my thighs and dripping to the bed. I rubbed my thumb over the tip and brought it to my mouth, sucking it clean while Mr. Reiser licked his lips with sympathetic arousal. I felt his want and tasted it on the air.
A moment later I pulled my finger from my ass and suckled that digit as well, licking around it and tasting myself. I washed it clean between my red lips before bringing it back, sliding it into my wanton hole eagerly. I pumped my finger in and out, moaning softly and pulling harder at my penis. The need to orgasm was becoming undeniable and I was begging for it with my eyes, pleading silently with my Master to give me permission.
"I'm going to cum," I whispered, unable to remain patient any longer.
"Here…" He moved then, finally rising from his chair and approaching the bed. "I want to taste it."
He stood close and I took small steps toward him, reaching for my Master's shoulders as he leaned forward. He engulfed my penis in his warm, wet mouth while his hands found my hips and then my ass, pulling me against him so that he had all of my girl cock between his lips. He suckled me gently, his mouth so soft inside, his tongue flirting with my penis until I gasped loudly, digging my nails into his shirt and going onto my tip-toes as I balanced uncertainly on the bed. I was cumming, my penis throbbing excitedly, shooting into the man's mouth as he swallowed, easily drinking every drop of my sweet orgasm. I bent over him, hugging my Master awkwardly, but unable to do anything else. I'd almost started crying, it felt so good cumming into his mouth, knowing he was swallowing the rapture of our union.
I held him until Mr. Reiser let my softening penis slip from his mouth and then he pushed me down, onto his bed. He undressed slowly while I watched, with every light on and the door wide open. We had nothing to fear. I wanted to see him and be seen, and I felt no shame or guilt in anything we did together. I loved my Master completely and as he got on the bed with his big white cock straining for me, I turned over, getting on my hands and knees and begging him to take me from behind.
I wanted to be fucked. I needed it like a drug and I begged him with my eyes and lips, reaching for him with my hand, urging Mr. Reiser to mount me from behind. He pressed his cock against my loosened anus and gave me a small push, my asshole opening easily to embrace the penis that I'd learned to love. He pushed inside me, holding my hips and then sliding his hands underneath to find the weight of my breasts. He'd slipped beneath my camisole to feel my bare flesh and I moaned happily at the man's welcome touch. He cupped my tits and played with my nipples, and all the while my Master worked his cock in and out of me, pulling me back by my breasts so that his pelvis would slap my ass. His balls pressed against mine as my penis swung to and fro like a pendulum in time with our thrusts.
It was the fuck I craved, just like that, and after some few minutes Mr. Reiser wanted to take me harder, driving into me finally with some urgency as his orgasm approached. He squeezed my tits, tugging at them as I pushed myself back to met his cock. My rectum was hot and receptive, my muscles and soft inner walls pressing around his cock like a supple fist. I was getting better at fucking, learning more every time we did it, and I'd learned to control myself, to contract my ass and relax it, to make it especially good for my Master when he made love to me. My boy cunt was every bit as sweet and comforting as any girlish sex could hope to be. My Master groaned, slamming his cock inside me fully as he became desperate and single-minded in his desire to orgasm.
"Cum inside me…Oh please…Cum for me," I sighed, and rolled my ass and rocked my hips, and did everything in my power to push him over the edge of reason.
"Oh God!" Mr. Reiser grunted, cumming as he continued to fuck me, his pace refusing to slow as it most often did. This time he fucked me through the pleasure, not stopping even as the greasy warmth of his semen flooded my bowels.
He didn't go soft either. After his orgasm had ended, he was still moving, still fucking me and the only time we paused was when my Master put me on my back for him, the way he liked it most. He loved to fuck me like a girl, with my legs around his waist or over his shoulders. I loved being vulnerable and submissive and I accepted his cock eagerly, kissing the man to whom I was so helplessly devoted. He would have been my Master in any time or place, whether legally or otherwise. This was who we were and what we were meant for. I felt that and believed it, truly. I would have loved him whether I was his slave or not, and I counted myself fortunate that we lived in a time and place where he could have me this way, as his possession.
My Master and I lived in the best of all possible worlds, I was certain.