by JB Duvane
I knew I wouldn’t be able to be everything Emily needed, at least not right away. But no relationship is ever that perfect, and I knew I could help her in ways that no one else could.
I watched Emily as she lay back in the bathtub and closed her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Emily.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. She didn’t look sad or angry, in fact, she looked more at peace than I’d seen her in a long time—maybe ever. “Can you forgive me, Max?”
I looked at her for a long moment, then down at the mounds of white bubbles that swirled around on the surface of the bath water. “Honestly, I don’t think I’m the one that needs to forgive you, Emily. I think you need to forgive yourself.”
“It would be easier for me to live out the rest of my life hating myself than it would be to know that you hated me.”
“I could never hate you. I don’t understand how you could even think that.” I continued to swirl the bathwater around with the wash cloth in my hand, watching the bubbles collect around Emily’s perfect breasts.
“Maybe it’s because I don’t actually know how you feel about me. You haven’t said a thing other than how you felt about …”
“Yes, I know. I do realize that I made a mistake telling you about what went on between your mother and me—“
“But that’s not really it. I might have been able to handle your stories about how much you loved her if I’d had anything to go on—if I’d had any idea at all how you felt about me.” Suddenly Emily completely disappeared under the water, then popped back up. “I need to wash my hair.”
I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and put some in my hand, then massaged it gently into Emily’s scalp. “I do realize that I’m not the best and revealing the things I’m feeling to women, Emily. But you have to understand that I haven’t had to. It’s not in my nature. Close your eyes.” I turned the bath wand on and rinsed the soap out of her hair. “Now stand up.” Emily stood up in the bathtub and I continued to rinse off the soap and shampoo, watching the rivers of white bubbles create delicate paths down the curves of her body.
“I like this,” she said, smiling and looking up at me. “It makes me feel special.”
“You are special, Emily. You are very special to me, and I’m sorry I haven’t told you that. I know that you came here with certain expectations and I’d be lying if I said that I was going to change and suddenly be who you want me to be. That’s not who I am. But now that I know more about what you need, I’ll try and be more open with you. I can’t make any promises, though.”
Emily stepped out of the bath and onto a white, fluffy rug. She looked almost angelic standing there, with beads of water glistening over every inch of her skin. I grabbed a thick towel off one of the racks and wrapped it around her.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me, Max.”
“What do you mean, like shock treatment?” I said with a laugh as I rubbed the towel on her hair.
Emily furrowed her brow and gave me a wide-eyed glare. “No! Of course I don’t mean that!”
“Relax, Emily. It was a joke.”
“I know, it just caught me off guard, is all.” A smile finally crept up on the sides of her mouth. “I meant sexually. I want you to know that I’m okay with whatever you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured to let me kiss you or touch you.” A hint of sadness returned to her face again as she continued. “I just want to be with you, Max, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. You can tie me up and tell me what to do. I want you to do those things.” Her eyes took on a darkness suddenly and she looked away. “I just don’t want you to put me down in the basement ever again. Please.” Her eyes were filled with tears again when she looked back up and it just about broke my heart. I couldn’t believe what I’d done to her. How callously I’d treated her. I was a monster and I didn’t deserve her.
“I won’t put you down there ever again, Emily. That place was never meant for you.”
“Who was it meant for, then?” She looked at me inquisitively and I was at a loss. There was no way I could tell her about the other girls.
“It was an experimental room that I used … years ago. It’s nothing for you to worry about. I promise, I’ll never put you down there again.” It wasn’t lost on me that I was already lying to her. I had actually planned on putting her down there if she’d gotten out of hand, which I’d had a feeling she would. But that was in the past. I wanted to focus on us both moving forward.
“Do you still want to tie me to the bed?”
The conversation was starting to make me a little bit uncomfortable. Not because I was worried that the part of me that wanted to tie her up needed to change. There were plenty of psychological abnormalities that I believed could be changed in a person—things that would help that person function better and live a happier life. And I knew deep down that I had some issues that probably needed be dealt with.
But I knew damn well that keeping the other girls in the basement as my playthings had been wrong. I knew they were too messed up to begin with to know what was really going on and that part of me got off on that. But I did not see my sexual preference for a slave as one of the things that needed to change—or as an abnormality at all.
People do change throughout their lives—the things they like to do, foods they like to eat, as well as sexual interests. But it was my firm belief that trying to change those things—forcing a change—was essentially pointless.
The reason I was uncomfortable was because this was Emily. She was not one of the girls I’d kept in the basement. I cared about her and I truly wanted to see her move past her pain—but I was starting to worry that foisting my sexual preferences on her would be detrimental to her therapy. It was the first time that thought had ever occurred to me in relation to a woman.
“What I want is for you to rest and get better. I want to spend some time exploring your childhood and your relationships with both of your parents as well as your own sexuality. I think that would be best—”
“Cut the doctor bullshit, Max! Tell me what you want. Tell me if you want me to be a part of any of the things you want to do. I need to know.”
I looked at Emily for a long time. This was different than anything I’d ever experienced with a patient, even with Amelia. Emily was so strong and so vulnerable at the same time, and both sides of her were equally alluring to me. I felt like with her there was a constant pull inside me that went in opposite directions. And now with the whole issue of her potential treatment I was almost at a loss for how to proceed—because I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I also knew that she needed something else. Something I might not ever be able to give her.
“I do, Emily. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, but I don’t think it’s a good idea—“
“Fuck me, Max,” she said, letting the towel fall to the floor. “I want you.”
“Emily—“
“I want the things you want, Max. Don’t you understand that? I want to experience your domination over me and I want to feel small and beautiful in your hands. I do also want to feel needed and loved, and I think I’m starting to understand that the things you do to me are the way you show me that.” Emily kept her eyes lowered as she continued. “I know that what I did was horribly wrong, and that I need some kind of therapy or something, whatever you think is best. But, honestly, I think I’d be a lot better off if you just fucked me.”
I stared down at her, hesitating for just a moment before I removed my clothes. I threw my shirt, then my pants onto the floor, my cock already jutting out in front of me. “Get on your knees.”
Emily immediately did as I told her, a smile lighting up her eyes.
I didn’t touch my cock or Emily’s head. I just looked down into her eyes, taking in the gorgeous view of my sweet little submissive doll. “You know what to do,” I said.
Emily kept her hands in her lap and moved her head forward so that her lips gently wrapped around the head of my cock. My entire body felt like
it was melting into hers as the sensation of my cock sliding into her warm mouth enveloped me. I watched her head move back and forth, sliding her pink lips across the length of my shaft with each thrust. All the while keeping her eyes on mine.
“Good girl,” I said, unable to stop myself from grabbing a handful of her hair. “You’re such a good girl.”
I moved her head back and forth, forcing my cock further and further down her throat, and watching as it disappeared completely. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect.”
I was so close to coming down her throat but I didn’t want this to end so soon. I knew there would be many more times like this between us, but right now—when I looked down at my perfect little girl—I wanted this feeling to go on forever. The feeling that she was completely, totally, and willingly mine.
“Stop,” I almost yelled. If I felt my cock slide down that hot throat of hers one more time it all would have been over. “Stand up.” Emily did as I told her and I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. I felt almost rabid in my need to fuck her—to possess her and watch her writhe around underneath me.
“Spread your legs.” She did as she was told, moving her legs across the sheets until her pink pussy opened up in front of me. Emily gasped when I gripped her ankles in both hands and bent her in half, so that her feet were resting on either side of her head. Her eyes burned into me as I grabbed the cuffs from the two closest bed posts and attached them to her ankles, leaving her spread wide in front of me—every inch of her pussy exposed and available to me. I loved seeing her like this. So incredibly vulnerable and having complete trust in me—giving everything of herself to me.
My cock was ready to explode inside her, but I also wanted to take my time. The desire to watch her eyes as I filled her with my cock was matched equally by my need to draw everything out, and to watch her pleasure herself. “I want to watch you, Emily. Touch yourself for me. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I was entranced by every movement that she made. Her hand snaked down in between her spread legs and slipped over the puffy flesh of her pussy lips before gliding over her glistening, pink hole. She plunged two fingers inside herself, then brought them back out and spread her slippery juices all over her clit. I was hypnotized by the circles her middle finger made as it went around and around, causing her clit to expand in size.
She kept her eyes on mine while she continued to pleasure herself for me. Her mouth was open and each of her breaths came quickly, along with a rhythmic series of deep moans.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Emily.” I could see that she was getting closer to an orgasm, so I positioned myself under her, gripping her hips and sliding the head of my cock over her glistening folds. “Keep going,” I said, watching every move she made.
Her fingers picked up speed, circling frantically over her engorged clit while I waited for the right moment. When I saw that her legs were tensing up and her eyes were starting to close I drove the full length of my cock into her waiting pussy. Emily threw her head back, screaming out my name as I repeatedly sunk my cock into her.
I was still upright, watching her fingers move over her clit while my cock disappeared inside her small body, the skin surrounding her pussy suctioning around my cock like a greedy mouth.
Finally her body started to convulse, her legs jerking in their restraints and her ass pressing up so that my cock could sink in deeper. I threw my body forward so that I was hovering over her, my hands on either side of her head and my pelvis slamming into her thighs.
I was overcome with the desire to possess everything about her and without thinking of my need for control over my own actions I lowered my lips to hers, devouring her while her body continued to buck and convulse underneath me. Her lips opened up wide and let me enter, my tongue exploring the one part of her body I had never before let it touch.
A growl emerged from deep inside me when I felt my seed spill into my perfect doll. I kept my lips locked on hers—my tongue deep inside her mouth and my cock buried in her pussy—until I felt the intensity of our orgasms die down. But even then I didn’t want to feel that absence anymore. I wanted my lips on hers. I wanted to taste her and feel her in every way possible. I knew at that moment that, no matter how long any of my experiences with her lasted, I would never be able to get enough of my Emily.
18
Found (Emily - Epilogue)
“I know you remember the rules, Emily. You bend over at the waist when picking something up off the floor.”
I straightened up, my back still to Max, and I smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
“If you know the rule then why did you break it, little doll?”
I turned around to meet Max’s dark eyes. The seriousness on his face and intensity in his eyes cut into me and sent me reeling. Everything about him did. “I’m sorry, Sir. I deserve to be punished.”
I saw the smirk flash across his face. He knew what I was up to. Over the last few weeks I’d made more and more mistakes and needed to be punished almost on a daily basis. It wasn’t because I had truly forgotten the rules, though. The longer I’d been around Max—the more time I spent with him at his house and under his care—the deeper my feelings for him ran.
I found that there was almost nothing quite as exciting as the way Max looked at me before he was about to punish me. The way his eyes focused in on me like a laser beam and relentlessly sent waves of tingling jolts directly to my pussy. It did feel like his eyes were directly responsible. That they had some power that allowed them to enter my body and shock me until I was almost trembling before him. I couldn’t explain my body’s reaction to him any other way.
I stood there—nothing on but a black maid’s apron tied around my waist—with nipples so hard they could cut glass. Max sat in a chair, the ankle of one leg balanced on the knee of the other, and stared. “I always knew you were a bad girl. Okay, Emily, turn back around and get on your hands and knees. You know how I like you to display yourself for me.” He had an edge to his voice that sent a trickle of wetness down the inside of my thigh.
I did as Max instructed. I got on my hands and knees on the floor in front of him, my forearms on the floor and my bare ass pressed up as high as it could go. He liked me to put my pussy on display for him. I heard him get up off his chair and walk into the kitchen. When he returned, his black shoes stopped just in front of my face and I watched as a stream of red wine was poured onto the floor in front of me. “Clean that up.” A white towel fell down out of the sky and landed next to the puddle of wine.
I was lucky that the floor in the library was hardwood instead of the white carpet that covered the living room floor. I’d been made to clean a full container of brown gravy out of that carpet a week ago as my punishment. Max was going easy on me today. But it made me wonder if he had something else in store for me.
The maid act was just that. An act that Max required me to perform on an almost daily basis. He actually had someone come in twice a week to clean the house. During those times we would either go out or he would take me to the playroom downstairs. Sometimes he would have me pick up items of clothing he’d dropped around the room—extremely slowly—while he sat in a chair and watched. Sometimes he would have me fix him a drink and bring it to him on a tray.
But all of these activities were just the opener, a tease for both of us. It worked me up into such a frenzy to have him stare at me while I served him and I know it did the exact same thing for him.
I picked up the towel in one hand and, while keeping my upper body low to the ground, I took my time cleaning up the spill. With each movement of my arm, I let my ass sway back and forth. I could feel my juices running down my thighs while I finished up with the towel. I couldn’t wait to find out what was coming next.
In the four months that I’d been at Max’s house, our relationship had changed in ways that I could never have imagined that first weekend. I had been so desperate for him to profess his love for me back then that I wasn’t able to
see anything else. It wasn’t until I let go of my neediness and let Max have complete control that things started to change.
When I just let go of everything and let him take control I feel such a release inside me and I’m able to just exist in the moment without worrying about anything.
I put my head down, letting Max know that I was finished with my chore, and I heard him unzip his pants behind me.
“Come here, little doll.”
I stood up and walked over to Max. He had his hard cock in his hand and was stroking it while he looked at me.
“Lay down across my lap.”
I crawled onto Max’s lap and did as I was told. I felt his hard cock underneath me as I lowered myself so that my ass was positioned directly in front of him. I felt Max spread my legs apart and dip his fingers into my wetness.
“You appear to be very aroused. Does it turn you on to defy me?”
“No, Sir.”
“I think you’re lying. I think it turns you on a great deal when I’m forced to punish you. Isn’t that right?”
Before I had a chance to answer, his palm came down hard on my ass. I cried out from the pain as well as the shock of getting a spanking. I knew that’s what was about to happen, but no matter how much you anticipate a bare-assed spanking, nothing can prepare you for it.
“I’m going to give you another chance to tell me the truth. Does it turn you on to defy me?” Another spanking landed squarely in the same spot as the last. My entire body jolted from the blow.
“Y-yes!”
“Yes, what?” Another hard smack.
“Yes, Sir! It turns me on to defy you!”