by Jamie Knight
“God, Shawn,” I said, completely disgusted with him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with you?!” he shouted. “This guy’s almost twice your age!”
“It’s none of your business,” Julius said. “Now, get going.”
We watched Shawn limp the way he came. He exited the woods on a different path. At a distance, we saw him get into his car and quickly drive away. I was a little worried he might drive onto the grass and try to run us down, so we took a different path in the woods back to the house.
“It’s going to be okay,” said Mr. Lamb. “Guys like him… He’ll go drinking and, after he kills enough brain cells, he’ll forget. Probably hasn’t learned a thing, though. He’ll probably find some other poor girl to bamboozle into dating.”
“Is that how you see me?”
“Oh, no, pet,” Julius said, correcting himself. “I didn’t mean it that way. You’re young. Young people make mistakes.”
I playfully grabbed his behind. The mood was becoming light again. I was, quite frankly, greatly aroused by Julius fighting for me. What more could a girl ask for than a man charging to the rescue and taking out her ex?
“You know, I think we need some more rules about going for walks,” said Julius. “After a certain time, you should probably check in if you’re going to be late.”
“Yes, sir. Sounds very sensible.”
“And, if you don’t, then I know you’re in trouble.”
“Thanks so much for protecting me,” I said, gripping his hand. “No one has ever been so good to me before.”
“I’ll always protect you, Dixie,” he said. “As for thanking me, you can thank me back at the house if you’re up for it.”
I adjusted my shorts. I could feel the butt plug back there. I was getting used to it. “The plug has done it’s work,” I said. “Time to put something else up there, I think.”
“Tsk, tsk, such naughty language, young lady,” Julius said. “Perhaps a small punishment might be in order.”
“What kind?”
“Some spanking, perhaps.”
“Mm, yes,” I said.
“I’ll have to see if I have some candles,” he said. “Have you ever experienced hot wax dripping on your bare skin?”
“No, sir,” I said. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Well, then, I think you’re in for quite a treat tonight, Dixie,” he said. “It’ll be a long, drawn-out treat with many sensations.”
“I look forward to it, sir,” I said. “I hope you’ll continue to instruct and teach new things.”
“Of course.” He smiled. “I think we both teach each other. That’s the best kind of relationship, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir,” I said as we reached the front door. “Of course, I am feeling pretty sweaty after our encounter. I would want to be clean for you.”
“I would be happy to clean you,” Julius said. “My pet has to be clean.”
Chapter Sixteen - Julius
We went into the bathroom, and I carefully stripped off all of Dixie’s clothes. Then, I took off mine, and we got into the shower. I carefully washed her hair and body, then instructed her to do the same to me.
A new calmness had taken over the tone and tenor of our preparation. There wasn’t this burden hanging in the background, of what might happen or where we might end up.
Dixie was mine now, and I hers. She’d be more than just my pet; she would be my one and only submissive wife. It was fate that brought us together, and while I was sad that the pandemic continued to ravage parts of the country and the world, I could not help but acknowledge that it had brought us together.
After getting out of the shower, we dried each other off. Hand in hand, we walked downstairs to the dungeon. It was our dungeon now, as everything would soon be. I was anxious to take her anal virginity.
“Please, bend over and let me remove your butt plug,” I said.
“Sir,” she said gingerly. “I would like to make a request.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I would like to save my anal virginity for our wedding night,” she said. “I want that night to be special for you.”
“It will be as long as you’re there, my sweet,” I said, considering it. “All right. I’ll allow it. You request is granted.”
“Thank you, sir!” She smiled, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.
“All right, then. Let’s get that butt plug.”
She bent over, and I carefully removed the plug from her tight little asshole. It quickly collapsed back to its original shape.
“Oh, that felt interesting,” she said. “I look forward to more butt play.”
“Normally, I don’t like it when my pets defy me,” I said, mildly indignant. “I think some sort of punishment is in order.”
“That’s fair, sir. I need to be disciplined.”
“Come over here,” I said, bringing her to an area on the wall that had mounted rings. Getting out some leather straps, I tied her to one of the metal rings on the wall. “Now, keeping your hands up, back up until I say stop.”
As she did so, it forced her to lean more and more forward. Her fabulous ass was now in the perfect spot. I walked to the hooks on the wall and found an appropriate paddle and the ball gag.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She did so, and I put the ball gag securely in place.
“Now, it’s time for your punishment,” I said.
I began paddling her ass with the paddle. The slap echoed in the mostly empty room. She grunted against the ball gag as I spanked her ever-reddening cheeks. After her ass was sufficiently red, I stopped. She was panting behind the gag.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Uh-huh,” she said through the gag.
“Good. Now, here’s your reward.”
Slipping on a condom, I moved behind her and immediately started to have my way with her. She twisted her arms in the straps, unable to do anything but maintain her balance and enjoy the ride.
Her moans of pleasure through the gag filled my ears and echoed through the room. The constant slap-slap-slap of our bodies together, in ever-increasing speed, grew faster and faster. Just as it seemed we would both go over the edge, I stopped.
She grunted in frustration. No, it was not time yet. This time, rather than turn out the lights in the room, I took the blindfold and put it over her eyes. I walked to the door, opened and closed it, then quietly walked back to the bed to watch.
Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes, I watched her stand there, hunched over and mostly unmoving. Her arms and legs did get tired after a while and she would shift her weight, but, like a good pet, she seemed determined to stay right where I left her.
Moving away from the bed, I quietly went back to the door, opened and then closed it. I returned to my love and untied her from the ring on the wall. This kept her hands tied together.
Then, guiding her across the room with the blindfold on, I brought her to the bed. Using the straps around her wrists, I tied her down around to her ankles. This created a compacted Dixie, which I then positioned ass-up.
“Are you secure, my pet?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said, drooling through the ball gag.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Yes! Please, sir! Please, make me cum!”
To provide extra stimulation, I lubed up the butt plug and reinserted it into her anus. Then, I proceeded to fuck her slowly.
Each time I pounded her pretty pussy, I would hit the butt plug with my torso, adding additional stimulation. Judging by the sounds coming through the ball gag, it was a most enjoyable sensation for her.
She started cumming. Clear liquid rocketed out of her, and I could feel the warmness all over my cock. It was like an explosion had been set off inside her, and she was almost crying with joy from the sensation.
I removed the ball gag. She was panting like an animal.
“So good, sir! So good!”
she said. “I want to taste you.”
“What do you suggest?” I asked, all the while gently going in and out of her.
“Fuck my mouth, sir,” she said. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste your cum, sir.”
“Don’t you like my cock in your pussy?” I asked, pushing in deep.
“Mmmm, yeah. Oh, yeah.” She gulped. “But I want your cum in my mouth. I want your cum, sir!”
“All right,” I said. “You’ve been good. You deserve it.”
Withdrawing from behind, I moved around to her face. Slipping off the condom, I let my erect penis dangle just inches from her mouth.
“Open,” I said.
She obeyed and opened her mouth wide. I immediately filled it with cock and started fucking her face. Holding the back of her head, I plunged in and out of her sweet lips and mouth.
I could feel the drool pouring out and dripping down my shaft and onto my balls. Dixie made several gagging and moaning noises. Each time she moaned, the vibrations enhanced my stimulation.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded in her mouth. I could feel my hot cum pumping into her cheeks and quickly filling the space in her mouth. She gagged but swallowed every drop.
She seemed determined to do that and was intense about it. When it was over, she sat there on her knees, panting, my cum dripping out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, trying not to flop down on the bed.
I untied her and removed all the constraints. She stretched appreciatively, and I spent several minutes massaging the blood back into her limbs and muscles. There was nothing I would not do for her; to take care of her was a gift, and she returned that gift by trusting me.
We then laid down on the bed and spooned for a while. Relaxed and sated, talk turned toward the future.
“Julius?” she asked. “When do you think this is all going to end?”
“Hard to say,” I said. “The whole world seems genuinely perplexed about this new threat. But they’re working on so many cures in so many countries… I can’t imagine they won’t have something by the end of next year.”
“Next year?!” she said. “I mean… Not that I want to go anywhere without you, but I’d like to go somewhere with you.”
“Believe me, I’ve mapped out several restaurants I want to take you to in my head,” I said. “Everything I’ve read seems to indicate that eventually this will all be over, but what will be left when that happens… I don’t know.”
“Are you worried about the business?”
“Yes and no,” I said. “We could, eventually, transition everything to work online. That would save us some money, but it wouldn’t be enough to keep everyone on the payroll. If businesses aren’t allowed to reopen, our client base won’t be big enough, and there will be so many people out of work.”
“I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to be alone right now,” she said worriedly. “I probably would’ve been forced to move back with my parents.”
“You have a new home now, with me,” I said. “This is where you belong. I’ll keep you safe, no matter where we go.”
“Oh, Julius.” She beamed. “You make me so happy!”
Sprawled out on the bed, we made out in the dungeon, surrounded by the straps, restraints, and toys we’d be using in the future. We had only just begun to explore.
Epilogue
Dixie
Two Months Later
After two months, the lockdown finally ended. Local businesses exploded. and the firm not only came roaring back, but it also had more business than it could handle. Everyone was scrambling to announce their reopening and, flush with government cash, the people came out to spend.
With all the time we had together, the plans for the wedding were made. Julius had an older friend, a judge, to marry us.
We had the judge, and older people like my folks, Facetime their attendance. The crisis was basically over, but we wanted everyone to be safe until a vaccine was more widely available.
My parents, of course, weren’t happy with my choice of Julius at first. They were shocked at how much older he was, and that I had so abruptly broke up with Shawn. To Shawn’s credit, he never called my folks to make trouble. It was just his anger in the moment, an idle threat he didn’t actually go through with.
“How can you marry this man?” my father asked in that first call. “He’s almost twice your age! He could be dead before your children are grown!”
“Yes,” said my mother. “Think of yourself in your fifties! He’ll be retired!”
“That doesn’t matter,” I assured them. “Julius is very physically fit, and fifteen years is not that big of a gap. When I’m 50, he’ll be 65. I’d happily retire with him then.”
“But what about children?” said my mother.
“We haven’t talked much about it,” I said. “But it would happen sooner, rather than later, if it happens.”
“It better happen!” my father said. “We want grandchildren!”
My crazy parents: One minute, they object to my new husband and in the next minute, “Where’s my grandchildren?” You see why I had to move out as soon as possible?
Fortunately, deep down, my parents were good people. They loved me and wanted to see me happy. Their many questions and complaints were just their way of making sure I knew what I wanted. I guess you’d call it their vetting process.
For the ceremony and the reception, we decided to do everything on Julius’ estate. It was big enough, and a lot of venues simply weren’t open yet. We kept the guest list pretty minimal and had plenty of cameras so that friends that couldn’t make it could watch online.
We caught a beautiful day. It was sunny, mid-70s, with very little wind. Guests could watch the ceremony and then go right to the reception. People practiced social distancing and wore masks. The caterers had hand sanitizing stations and were taking appropriate precautions.
Getting my dress was a bit of an ordeal. The shops were still closed, so I had to do everything online and then modify the dress accordingly.
Tara and I got together, and she helped me put the finishing touches. She looked great as my bridesmaid as well. Sam was Julius’ best man and the mail-order tuxes they got shipped seemed to fit them both great. It’s kind of amazing what you can order online these days.
At the ceremony, the judge married us. My parents had, of course, pushed for a more religious ceremony.
Eventually, Julius pointed out that it would be impossible and less safe to do it in a church right now, and they reluctantly agreed. In the face of the crisis, they knew they couldn’t push the issue too far.
When I finally said the words, “I do”, I knew I was saying them to the man I would be with forever. I was so excited. I was half-tempted to say, “Yes, sir” instead. We moved to the reception area, where the tables were spaced far apart, and everyone was served appetizers and then drinks and dinner.
Each table had a bouquet of white lilies, fancy lace tablecloths, and exquisite-looking china, with silver utensils and fluted glasses. The wedding cake was a classic white one, towering in several layers, with pink flowers and a little bride and groom up top. The local bakery had done a great job and was grateful to get the work after the long shutdown.
After a great day — the greatest day, really — I marveled at the caterers. They had been so professional and clean. They seemed to have no problem adjusting their activities to fit the new level of cleanliness.
By the time they packed all the food away and took all the extra equipment, I swear the kitchen was cleaner than they had left it. There was nothing else for Julius and me to do than enjoy our first night as husband and wife.
“How’s the butt plug?” he asked as we walked toward the bedroom.
“I felt so naughty wearing it today.” I giggled. “It’s like having a little secret.”
He hefted me into his arms and opened the door with his foot. The bed and the bedroom were festooned with rose petals. It smel
led fresh and alive.
“Oh, sweetie,” I said. “You think of everything. I love it.”
Carrying me to the bed, he set me down, and I rolled around in the petals for a moment. He began to carefully get undressed and hang his tuxedo up.
“Are you ready to lose your anal virginity?” he asked.
“Of course, sir.” I smiled. “I hope you enjoy taking it.”
“I think you’re going to be the one taking it,” he said, joking.
I started taking off my dress, but it was kind of elaborate. Julius stopped and assisted me by opening the back buttons. Slipping it off, I was left in my white, lacy underwear, form-fitting against my curves.
Looking into the mirror, I could see the outline of the butt plug, which had stretched me out all day. Sometimes, when I sat down to talk to our guests during the day, I could feel it shift, and it felt so good!
Taking off my underwear, I did a little striptease for my new husband. He was completely naked and already aroused. He squirted some lube on his cock, and I helped rub it all up and down his shaft. It was so big! Would it fit?
“Bend over, Dixie,” he said. “And grab your ankles.”
“Yes, sir,” I said eagerly.
Gently, he slowly removed the butt plug. I could feel my ass relax back into its normal shape. Within a few seconds, it was like it was never there. It felt good to feel the muscles contract again. Julius started to rub the lube on and in my ass with his fingers.
“I’m not sure you want this,” Julius said teasingly. “Perhaps another night.”
“No, I—”
I let go of my ankles and started to stand up, but Julius waved a finger at me.
“Uh, uh, no. You disobeyed,” he said. “I told you to grab your ankles. I think you need some punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, deferring to him.
He got out the paddle and did some light spanking. I could feel the blood rush to my buttocks, and the wait was only making me more aroused.
“Have you learned your lesson, Dixie?”