by Jamie Knight
“Turn over, pet. I want to see your ass while you get fucked.”
“Yes, master!” I screamed, turning over onto my front and lifting my ass as high as I could. Doing my best to angle at the camera, so he could see my ass as my pussy continued to spasm with ridiculous orgasms.
“Please,” I whimpered after either my 23rd or 24th body wrecking orgasm.
The vibrator shut off abruptly and I fell over onto my side panting and weeping with joy and relief. I could barely touch my pussy it was so sent I’ve after being ravaged so thoroughly. Though still while leaving my purity intact. I still had my cherry for him to claim later. The thought thrilled my as I tried to recover from the insane pleasure I’d just been put through.
“You can have a break now but leave the suit on and the vibrator in your cunt. Understood.”
“Yes, master,” I managed to squeak and the room went silent.
Chapter Nine - Joshua
No rush. Every fiber was screaming to go to her. It was only across the hall. Distance could be a funny thing. Some would say the room as close. Only a few steps. Yet, At that moment, with a raging erection, knowing she was waiting for me, it seemed like the longest distance in the world. I could almost smell the gunpowder. The battlelines drawn in bones and blood. My mind and my hormones waging horrific battle. It was a disagreement I was well acquainted with. I’d been fighting it since I hit puberty and had only gotten stronger since. There were many things, both good and bad, that could be said about me. Though ‘impulsive’ wasn’t one used even by his most bitter enemies.It had taken years of work and dedication. Yes, through sheer graft, I’d reached a level of self-control that rivaled a superpower. No matter how much my cock might scream or beg for release. I was going to give Celeste the proper time. I’d taken her on and had a duty to help her be all she could be.
I looked at my Rolex. A tasteful understated piece, consisting of chrome silver and midnight black. It wasn’t time yet. I was determined to push her to the limit and then past it. It was the only way to really know where the boundaries were. Like how the only people who really know where the ‘edge’ was, were the ones who went over it.
She was probably getting bored. That was part of the punishment. Not everything in BDSM was physical. There as also a major psychological element. Make submissives yearn was a main form of punishment and control. It was the basic notion behind orgasm denial. She probably thought I wasn’t interested, or I forgot. Leaving her there on the bed. Her legs spread wide to the camera. The vibrator still deep in her little cunt. I could tell she was getting frustrated. The look on her face told me that much. She had been worried a moment ago, which was good. She needed to learn to trust me if it was going to work.
Just when it looked like she was getting ready to get up and take the vibrator out, I sprung into the action. I caught her flopping back down as I opened the door. Trying to pretend she had been there the whole time. I kept my face cold and went t her. The sound echoing through the room as I slapped her hard on the leg.
“Jesus! What the fuck was that for?”
I slapped her face. Not hard, just enough for her to feel it, using the fat of my hand so it wouldn’t leave a mark.”
“Y-you left me waiting.”
“As is my right.”
“It was still really rude. I’m starting to get cold. I don’t have any hair down there you know, I get chilly.”
Without a word, I turned on the vibrator the highest setting, making her scream with surprise and sudden sensation. Just when she was about to cum, I stopped it dead. I thought she might cry.
“I am in charge,” I said, with all authority, “you will do as I say or you will be punished. The severity of the punishment depends on you.
By rights I should have spanked her. Possibly with a paddle. Maybe even put a few things up her ass. My cock throbbed at the thought. She was feisty, which made me want her even more. I wanted to mount and fuck her right there, but she wasn’t ready yet. I would have to come up with a compromise. A half-way between punishing her and getting release. I had to teach her a lesson but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun too.
Taking her by the hair, I pulled her up into a kneeling position. She didn’t fight at all. Not least because resistance would make it hurt more. Holding her in position, I caressed my hand over her. At least the parts left there by the suit. Swirling my finger lightly around her asshole, making her gasp.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I growled.
“Y-yes master.”
She leaned forward, placing her palms on the bed, her gorgeous as high in the air. I can’t resist stroking it, giving some light squeezes. Then some hard ones, making her gasp. I give her a spank just to see how it sounded. She yelps in pain but the sound on her ass is great. I will definitely be doing more of that.
Celeste kept her head down once getting into doggy position. Right up until I unzipped my pants. The sound got her full attention. It was almost cute how her eyes widened again at the sight of my big, hard cock. Her breathing got quicker and I caught her unconsciously licking her lips.
“You want this?” I asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Are you sure, you naughty girl.”
“Y-yes, master. Please, I want your cock. I want to suck you.”
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed, opening her mouth so wide I could see her tonsils. With my hand gently on the back of her head, I slid my cock into her mouth. She gasped a bit as it first went in but soon got used to it. Before long, she was sucking me off, my hand on her head controlling all of her movements. Two things became immediately clear as Celeste worked my cock in her hot little mouth. First, she had never been taught how to do it properly. It was maybe the fourth or fifth time she’d tried it. Though that didn’t mind too much, because the second thing that became obvious, as she nursed my load up from my balls was she was giving it her very best effort. Trying her damnedest to make up for her lack of experience with passion and enthusiasm. I definitely gave her an A for effort.
When she had been at it for a while, she seemed to get more relaxed. The tension visibly left her shoulders as she really got into it. The responses of her body catching up with the intentions of her mind.
I took this as a signal she was ready for more. Stroking the back of her neck to try and get her more relaxed I pushed in even further. Her gag reflex objected, as they often did. She choked a bit but didn’t stop me. I just waited for her to get used to it, the last several inches going in easily. My cock going well down her throat. Aside from closing her eyes, she took it like a champ. When she was ready, keeping my hand on the back of her neck, I started to move. Gently throat fucking her. She feels so good, I can hardly keep myself from coming but still managed. The sensation soon passing as I slipped my cock from her mouth. Celeste actually whimpered as I broke contact. She wanted my cum so bad. Aside from making me horny, it made me feel good in a different way. She was coming along even quicker than I expected and it was something else with which to reward or punish her. She had been so bad she was going to beg if she wanted my cum.
When she had settled down a little, I got the remote from my pocket and went around behind her. I could feel her flinch as I go up on the bed. No doubt expecting me to fuck her, quite possibly in the ass. My reputation was well known. It probably got ack t her through the club. I stroked her legs from her ass down to her feet. It was to get her ready for the next part of her punishment, as well as helping us to really connect. Letting her know she could trust me.
Taking her by the ankles, I spread her legs wide, keeping her in doggy position. I wanted to be able to see everything.
“Oh!” she gasped.
I had the vibrator on low. Nothing too intense, yet still enough to surprise her after she’d gone without it for a while. I glanced between her thighs and watched her tight, sweet pussy get wet as the vibrator worked inside her. I put it up another level making her gasp and moan as the buzz got louder. T
he vibrator angled just right so it went right up against her clit
Out of nowhere I cranked it to high, making her tremble and scream as it ravaged her little cunt. Then, just as she was getting ready to cum, I turned it off. My sweet little pet trembled and whimpered as she came down from her orgasmic high. She was super wet and desperate to be fucked. Just how I wanted her.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked, giving her a chance.
“Yes, master,” she murmured.
Leaving the vibrator in her wet little cunt, I started massaging her ass again. A lot more roughly this time. Stretching out her asshole on several occasions. My little pet moaned with each of them. She was surprisingly relaxed and before long, I could have fucked her up the ass with a minimum of resistance. Letting me know that she was both a latent ass slut and how best to get her ready when the time came.
The first slap made her scream. More out of surprise than actual pain but my bright red hand print made itself known. Standing out burning red against her milky flesh. I stroked the spot lightly while roughly squeezing her other cheek. When she started to relax, I did it again. Celeste seemed to take the second strike a lot better than the first.
I stroked the assailed cheek for a while to ease the pain and get her to relax. It is always better to spank a sub who is relaxed than tense. The muscles are loosed and the nerves further from the surface. When it seemed like she was ready, I gripped the cheek I was stroking hard and brought by and down on the other with a resounding smack. Followed by a sharp yelp from my pet.
Going back into a stroke, I again squeezed and gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them every so often to stretch her asshole. All of which she seemed to love. At least if her gasps and moans of sheer, unbridled pleasure were anything to go by.
Getting her warmed up, I started on the other cheek. Alternating between harsh and gentle spanks until her supple flesh was very close to the color of a fire truck. Stroking her assailed ass cheek to get her to settle down, I switched back over to the first cheek, giving it much the same treatment, so they would match.
I loved seeing her round ass bright red and covered with welts. Particularly because I’d been the one to put them there. The spanker’s equivalent of love bites. Slowly, she relaxed again. Her entire front end lowered several inches, her face almost pressed to the mattress, as I continued to caress her. The moans and screams of a few moments before, settling into contented hums. Like the human version of a purr.
My cock was rock hard again, which really shouldn’t have come as a surprise. I wanted to fuck her pussy so much but knew it wasn’t tie yet. Her asshole wasn’t much better and I decided not to go there either. My only real option was her mouth again. Though I wanted to have a little fun first.
The vibrator burst back to life, making Celeste nearly howel inn surprise. When she was able to pay attention, I spanked her bare ass again. That time using my rock hard cock. The shaft smacking softly against her soft, reddened flesh.
“P-please m-master. Please fuck me.”
“No pet. It is time I came in your mouth.”
Chapter Ten - Celeste
It was beyond anything I’d ever expected. I’d always been curious about sex and read as much as I could. Both in terms of fiction and non-fiction. Convinced it had to be something more. Something other than what my step-dad was doing to me. It was in this course that I really found out what he was doing. What the word was. It was one I still couldn’t bring myself to say. It brought back too many bad memories if I even thought about it. Even the word enough to make me cry on a bad day.
My pussy was soaking wet and aching for my master. I could feel every move. Even when he spanked me, it ricocheted through my pussy. Even though it already had the vibrator in there. Never mind what happened when he turned on the vibrator after spanking me. I thought I might like spanking but hadn’t tried it yet. Unable to find anyone I trusted enough to try. Then, there was Joshua, doing it wonderfully, in a way that actually felt really fucking good. I want his cock so much, but he doesn’t seem willing to let me have it. At least not there. I couldn’t open my mouth fast enough when he said he was going to bless me with his cum. I couldn’t wait to taste it.
He was gentle again, at least at first. Only putting in some of his cock and then pumping slowly. Getting me relaxed and ready. The bulk of his tasty cock moving between my lips and over my tongue. I just wished I could have swirled my tongue around it as he moved but his cock was so big there wasn’t enough room left. Sucking was also a challenge, my lips barely fitting around his girth. I could feel every vein in his cock throbbing as he rocked in and out of my mouth.
When I could handle it, and not a second before, he pushed the rest of the way in. Easing his massive member down into my throat, passing my gag-reflex with a lot more ease. His hand was on the back of my head, holding me still as he throat fucked me. My master was in complete control, my body subject to his whim alone and I fucking loved it.
Gradually, he picked up speed until he was throat fucking me hard. It made me gag a little. I couldn’t help but was determined to do my best for him and suppressed the urge to choke or cry.
I never saw it coming, his mighty torrent flooding my throat. I could tell he was going to cum, could feel him tense. Though I had no idea it was going to be that much or that fast.
“Swallow!” he barked.
I did my best to obey him. Swallowing down as much of his sweet cum as I could. He yanked his cock from my throat and wiped it all over my face, making a mask with what was left of his cum. I didn’t mind. My master could do what he wanted with me. Besides which, I’d heard that cum is wonderful for the skin.
“You’d better do better next time,” he said, stepping away and zipping up.
Josuha was a bit rough but very masterful but still a lot more gentle than Mark ever was. I got the sense that Josuha wanted to take my virginity but had held back. Already doing more for me than Mark did. I knew I could trust him, which was why I eagerly did everything he told me. I had a gut feeling whatever Joshua did to me it would be good. Either feel good or be good for me overall. He might have been trying to hide it, but he seemed pleased with my progress. I was becoming a good little pet.
“You’ve earned your dinner,” he said.
“Thank you, master.”
“Put a robe on, someone will bring your dinner to you,” he said, gently removing the vibrator from my pussy.
“Yes, master,” I said, unable to hide a pang of hurt, wanting him to stay with me.
“You are going to stay here, until I am ready to have you again.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked, firmly but not cruelly, making me look at him.
“Yes, master.”
He gave me a few gentle strokes on my face before seeming to stop himself and quickly leaving the room without a word.
I sat back on the bed, a small, quick sob escaping me. I felt alone and empty and not just because the vibrator was gone. It was crazy that I’d bonded to Joshua so quickly. We had been introduced so recently and I had only seen him in person about an hour ago. Even so, there it was. An almost scary level of loyalty and an iron clad trust. I want him to take my pussy virginity, and anything else he might like, and keep me by his side for the rest of my life. His faithful pet, always eager to please. I already wanted him to touch me again. Even if it was for a spanking.
My attention was drawn by a ping from my phone. A new message from April. A smile touched my lips. It had only been a few hours since I saw her last but had almost forgotten about her. Far too busy planning a new life as my master’s pet. The message brought me right back down to earth.
Your step-dad dropped by. Wants to see you.
I just had to roll my eyes. The dirty bastard always seemed to know when I was dating someone. Either he had psychic abilities or was having me followed. Either way he always got extremely jealous. As though I only belonged to him in a sick, sexual version of dibs. I’ve always ma
naged to steer clear of him. Though I really didn’t know what would happen if he found out what I was up to. He would probably do what he’s done before and start trouble. My only real sense of security came from the isolated location and fortress-like constitution of the house. Even if he could find it, it was unlikely the dirty bastard could find a way in. Though I doubted even the first scenario was possible. We were way out of the city, on a hinterland property that more than likely had a massive security gate at the entrance.
April wasn’t so lucky, and he already knew where she lived. I didn’t think he would hurt her but I didn’t want to take that chance. Thinking it through, I texted her back.
Tell the dirty bastard I went on a trip and will be back soon.
Don’t tell him where I went and probably don’t actually call
him the Dirty Bastard. He doesn’t like it very much. ;)
I couldn’t quite remember when I first started thinking of my step-dad as ‘the dirty bastard.’ It was probably around the time I learned the word for what he was doing. Besides which, he used to call me ‘little slut’ so it was fair.
Finding a robe in the standing wardrobe which had a distinct C.S. Lewis vibe to it. I would never have taken Joshua as a nerd but anything was possible. Sleek and silky, the robe wrapped me in midnight black. I left the suit on under it. My master hadn’t given permission to take it off. Besides which I wouldn’t have the first idea where to start.
The rap was light as though it had come from a ghost. For some reason the word ‘nevermore’ flashed through my mind as I went to answer it. The lovely example of wood carving opening to a sight right out of a novel.