by S. J. Lewis
“Just like that, my little Marie,” he chuckled. “Put me back, now.”
It was a lot harder to get his cock back inside his pants than it had been to get it out, but Marie persevered. She thought he liked the feeling of her hands on him, but she didn’t look up to see if he was smiling until she’d carefully zipped his pants up again.
When she did look, he was smiling, and there was a look in his eyes that made her heart give a little leap.
“Master,” she dared, “May I ask a question?”
“Tonight you can ask as many questions as you want, Marie,” he said. “I can’t promise that I’ll answer all of them.”
Marie swallowed. “Why me, Master?” she asked. “Why did you choose me?”
He reached out and ruffled her hair gently. “Because you are the one for me, Marie,” he said. “I knew that from the first time that I saw you.”
“Master?” Marie frowned. “Do you mean…that night…down there?”
“No,” he laughed. “I heard about you from your friend Cheryl. She even had a picture of the two of you to show me. I made a point of watching you one afternoon when you went to lunch in that greasy little deli around the corner from where you work. You’ve been on my mind ever since.”
“Truly, Master?” He nodded. Marie thought that her answering smile came close to splitting her face.
“But…” she winced at that word, remembering what Cheryl had said to her before. “But what if I hadn’t gone down there that night?”
“Then I would have found another way,” he said. “When I want something badly enough, I always find a way. You are very beautiful tonight, Marie.”
“Thank you, Master.” Marie knew that she was blushing at his compliment. She was tempted to ask him if he’d intended for her to be his from the beginning why had he let other men stick their cocks in her mouth, but she really didn’t want to know. Maybe he’d just wanted to see her like that. Would he want to see her like that again? That was another question she really didn’t want to know the answer to, at least not right now, not tonight.
“Where are we going, Master?” she asked instead.
“First, we are going to a fine hotel on the south side,” he said. “I have a reservation there for a penthouse suite, and their restaurant is rated five stars. We will have dinner, and talk some more, and then I will take you to the suite. We should be there soon, Marie, so get back up on the seat and fix your dress. As much as I love to look at your body, I’m afraid that the restaurant has a strict dress code.”
Marie laughed, a little nervously, as she did as he’d told her.
“Here,” he said as he handed her something. It was a lipstick, in the exact shade she was wearing. He pulled a little vanity mirror out of his coat pocket and held it up for her while she made repairs.
“Master?” she said shyly as she handed the lipstick back to him. She had her own lipstick in the miniscule black clutch purse she’d brought with her, but she was taken by the consideration he’d shown.
“Yes, Marie?”
“Do you truly like looking at my body? I always thought that I was too…uh…thin.”
“Nonsense,” he laughed. “I know what I like. You have a lovely, slender body. A little taller and you could have been a model. A little shorter, and you might have still done modeling as a waif.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie smiled. She was certain that he meant what he said, and it was wonderful to hear it. Up until now, she’d always wished that she had bigger breasts and fuller hips.
“Have you been going to the gym?”
“Yes, Master. Just as you said.”
“Is it difficult for you?”
“It is a change from my normal routine, Master, but I will get used to it.” Marie wanted to say more, but she hesitated. This had been a wonderful, exciting game so far, and she didn’t want to do anything to mess it up, but at the same time… There she went with her ‘buts’ again.
“Master?” she said hesitantly.
“Yes, Marie?”
“This is all very new and strange to me. I mean, I’ve read about…stuff like this, but now I’m living it, and…”
“And?” he put his hand on hers and smiled at her. She shivered when he touched her.
“And…I’m not sure what to do. I’ve already done some things I just never thought I would. It’s a little scary.”
“Do you mean ‘scary’ or ‘exciting’?” he asked.
“Uh…both, really,” Marie replied. “And there is something I just thought of.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know your name,” she said. “I love calling you ‘Master’, but am I supposed to call you that all the time? Like when we’re having dinner?” She stopped, afraid that she’d somehow ruined their evening. When he started to laugh, she was afraid and confused.
“Oh, Marie,” he chuckled. “”You just keep getting better and better. You have a mind to go with that body, and you’re not afraid to use it. I’d hoped you’d ask me something like that. I love to hear you call me ‘Master’, but you’re right. You can’t call me that when we’re in public. My name is Aaron.”
She sat in open-mouthed amazement for a moment, her heart doing gleeful back flips as it hammered in her ears.
“Aaron,” she said at last. “Aaron.” Well it explained why the others called him ‘A’, at least.
“Put your coat on, Marie,” he warned her. “We’re here.” He reached to help her as the limo pulled up in front of the hotel entrance.
The ‘south side’ of the city encompassed two very different districts. The far south was full of old buildings, many of them abandoned. Those neighborhoods were no place to go at night, and not much safer in the daytime. Closer to the old city center, the south side had undergone something of a renaissance over the past few years. Many of the old buildings there had been renovated, and whatever couldn’t be renovated was torn down to make way for new construction. The hotel they entered was one of the older buildings. Marie didn’t know what the architectural style was called, but it had lots of ornate stonework on the outside and even more ornate decorations on the inside. She clung to his arm as they crossed the lobby to the desk, partly because she wanted to and partly because she had to. The carpeting was a deep wine-red, thick and plush and very difficult for her to navigate in her heels. A moment later, he had the key to their suite and they were heading to the hotel restaurant. It seemed crowded to Marie, and she worried that they might have to wait for a table, but it seemed that Aaron had a reservation for that as well. No sooner had they turned their coats over to a young woman in a booth than a small, spare, balding man in what looked like a modified tuxedo came over to them with a big smile.
“So good to see you again, sir,” he said, making a small bow to Aaron as they shook hands. “I have your usual table waiting.” He kept smiling as his gaze drifted to Marie for a moment. If he was thinking anything about how she and Aaron looked together, or what they might be doing together, she saw no hint of it in his eyes.
“Good to see you also, Albert,” Aaron smiled back. “I’m looking forward to enjoying your chef’s artistry again.”
“Ah, yes,” Albert nodded, but his smile faded a little. He sighed. “Like all great artists, he is temperamental at times. Tonight, though, all is well. This way, please, sir.”
The dining room carpeting was a deep blue, and not as thickly padded, but Marie clung to Aaron’s arm anyway, just in case. Albert ushered them over to a far corner and held Marie’s chair for her as she sat down at the table. They were in a sort of alcove that provided some privacy. Aaron asked Albert to bring some wine and the headwaiter bowed again and left.
“So, Marie,” Aaron smiled at her from across the table. “How did things go with you and your friend Cheryl last night?” He spoke in a low voice. It was extremely unlikely that anyone else could have heard them, but Marie looked around nervously all the same.
“Last night must have been intere
sting. You’re blushing a little,” he observed. “I love that.”
“I am?” Marie gulped. She could feel her face warming, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say at the moment.
“Of course you are, just a little bit on your cheeks. It suits you, you know.”
“Ah…thank you, M… Aaron.” Marie fumbled with her napkin. It was a pure, snowy white and the material felt finer than most of her clothes did.
“So, tell me,” he smiled warmly. “Did Cheryl do as I told her?”
Marie couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes. “Yes,” she said, so quietly that only he could hear it, if he strained a bit to do it.
He leaned a little closer to her across the table. “And what did you do, Marie?” he asked.
Marie kept her head bowed, but she looked up at him. “I…ah…took advantage of her, sir,” she replied. “I made her lie on my bed, and I used some duct tape…” She described, briefly and haltingly how she had trussed Cheryl up. “I got the idea from some of those pictures on the disc,” she finished. She didn’t look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Head still bowed, she smiled.
“Ah,” Aaron nodded. “That’s called a frogtie. I’m rather fond of it myself.”
“Will you bind me that way…Master?” Marie asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Rest assured, I will,” he grinned back. At that point a waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and some menus, and their conversation stopped for the moment.
Marie barely remembered any details of the meal that followed, other than that it was very good. Aaron kept probing her for details of last night, and she found that she enjoyed making him tease the full story out of her bit by bit. She actually giggled when she got to the part about making Cheryl give her pleasure using her mouth and tongue.
“Where did that come from?” Aaron asked her. Marie felt herself blushing again.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head and took a sip of her wine. “I read some stories when I was younger. I was working at a secondhand store, and somebody dropped off some boxes of books there. There were three lurid little paperbacks buried at the bottom, and I just couldn’t resist.”
“Do you still have those books?”
“No,” Marie shook her head. “A year later I was here in the city, living with a roommate, and I was afraid that she’d find them, so I threw them out.”
“Do you remember what was in them?”
“Yes. I practically memorized them.” Marie felt her face reddening again. “They were exciting to read, but I thought that only…ah…perverts would do things like that.”
Aaron turned his head, and Albert, who had been hovering nearby just out of earshot came over to their table.
“Was the meal satisfactory, sir?” he asked. “Would you and your companion care for dessert?”
“Thank you, Albert,” Aaron smiled. “The meal was excellent, but I think we’ll pass on the dessert for now.”
“Very good, sir,” the headwaiter nodded. He drifted away.
“Marie?” Aaron turned back to her. “Shall we go to our suite? I have something I want to show you.”
Marie dimpled. “Of course, Master,” she replied in a whisper.
***
They shared the elevator ride for part of the way with a wizened little old lady who pointedly ignored them until the doors opened for her floor. Before she left, she gave Marie a disapproving look. Marie smiled back at her, wondering what the woman would have done had she known that Aaron was gently squeezing her ass through the material of her little black dress.
The suite was beyond anything Marie had imagined. It was several times larger than her apartment, and much better furnished. One wall was taken up by an expanse of windows that offered a spectacular view of the city and the river just beyond it. She could see some big ship making its way downstream.
“Come here, Marie,” Aaron called to her from the bedroom part of the suite. Marie whirled. She’d been so enthralled by the view that she hadn’t even noticed when he left the room. Still tottering a bit on her heels, she made her way into the bedroom. Aaron was sitting on the bed, which seemed to be as wide as her entire bedroom. There was a large box on the bed next to him. He stood up and gathered her into his arms for a kiss. When he finally broke it Marie felt dizzy and happy and very, very horny.
“Thank you, Master,” she smiled up at him. Even in the three-inch heels the top of her head barely reached his chin. She suddenly felt very small and fragile.
“I want to give you a present, Marie,” he smiled back down at her. He stepped away. “Open the box.”
She did as he instructed. Her breath caught when she peeled away the tissue paper that hid the contents.
“Oh…my…” she gasped. It was a fur coat. She didn’t know what kind of fur it was, or even if it was real fur, but it felt so soft and luxurious to her touch that she just kept running her fingers through it. It was a dark, dark brown, almost black, and glossy.
“Put it on,” Aaron said. “It’s yours.”
Marie lifted the coat out of the box and held it up in front of her. It felt heavy, and it looked like it would fit her perfectly.
“Master,” she turned to him with tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s beautiful! But I can’t accept it. It’s too expensive.”
“Nonsense,” he shook his head. “It might be expensive to you, but it isn’t at all expensive to me. You certainly can accept it, Marie.”
She looked from him to the coat and back to him again. She couldn’t find any words to say. It was the most magnificent present she’d ever received. She desperately wanted to keep it, but…there was that ‘but’ again…if she did, would that make her a whore?
“Put it on,” Aaron urged. Marie hesitated and then shoved all of her doubts and buts into a deep pit in the back of her mind and slammed a lid on them. Aaron held the coat for her as she put it on. She rubbed her cheek against the soft, soft fur and closed her eyes.
“See how you look in it,” Aaron said. He pointed to a full-length mirror set on the closet door. Still mindful of her heels, Marie went and stood in front of the mirror.
“You look lovely,” Aaron said as he came to stand behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders. Marie felt tears starting again, even though she was smiling like a fool.
“Is it warm, Marie?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, Master!” Marie nodded. It was warm, in addition to heavy. It reached to just below her knees, and it felt as if it had been made for her.
“Good,” he gave her shoulders a squeeze. “I’d like to give you an opportunity to show it off. Shall we take a little walk outside?”
***
The doorman smiled and nodded at them as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. It wasn’t all that late yet, and there were other people out on the street. Aaron turned left. Marie went with him, holding his hand. A stray breeze of wintry air blew past them and she shivered.
“Too cold, Marie?” he asked. Marie looked around quickly before answering.
“No, Master,” she said as she snuggled a little closer to him. “Just a little windy.”
“Nervous?” he chuckled.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered as a portly gentleman in a long topcoat hurried by. Under the fur coat, all that she was wearing were her stiletto heels and her thigh-high stockings. Well, those and the narrow leather collar he had put on her after she’d stripped for him back in the suite. There was a thin leather leash clipped to the collar. It was threaded down one sleeve of her coat. Aaron held the end of it in his hand. Marie felt very nervous indeed, but also terribly excited. As they strolled along the sidewalk, slowly because of her heels, she couldn’t help but worry that one of the other pedestrians would see the end loop of the leash and somehow know everything. That added to her excitement, and before they’d gone very far she found herself itching to get back to their hotel suite so her master could screw her brains out. After they’d gone a little further, she was thinkin
g about having him drag her into an alley and do her right up against a graffiti-scarred wall, never mind what that might do to her new coat. By the time they’d turned back towards the hotel, she would have let him take her right out there in the street. As they got into the elevator, the only thing that kept her from dropping to her knees and taking his cock out so she could suck it were the two other passengers riding with them.
She felt oddly faint as they approached the door to the suite. Aaron let go of her leash as he opened the door, and Marie took a quick look around. There was nobody else around, and her master had his back to her. She slipped off the coat and held out her leash for him as he turned back to her. She saw the intensely carnal look in his eye as he took it from her. She’d thought she was already more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, but that look shot her up even higher. Aaron gave her leash a sharp tug and led her inside. His hands were on her before the door had fully closed behind them. He didn’t even wait until they got to the bedroom. He threw her to the floor and was on top of her immediately, fumbling with is zipper. Marie wrapped her legs around him, thigh-highs, stiletto heels and all, laughing. She saw that the drapes were still open, and she didn’t care. She arched her back and hissed through tightly clenched teeth as her master’s cock rammed into her.
Chapter Nine
It was a strange dream. Marie stood in front of a big red metal door, her hand on the latch. It seemed as if a warning of some kind had been painted on the door, but she couldn’t read it. And, since there was nothing else to do, she opened the door and stepped through it.
She found herself at the top of what seemed to be an immense staircase that dropped away into impenetrable darkness. Again, there was nothing else to do, so she began descending the stairs. She had to go carefully, because the steps seemed to vary in width and height. She was aware that she was fully dressed, but somehow couldn’t make out any details as to what she was wearing. She couldn’t even tell if the stairs she was navigating were of wood or metal. At length she came to a small landing that seemed to be suspended in the middle of a vast darkness. If she looked back the way she’d come, she couldn’t see the door she’d entered through, and if she looked down, the staircase gradually faded from view in the gloom. She took a breath and went on downwards. At some point, she realized that she was now naked to the waist, and she wondered when that had happened. She kept going. There was nothing else to do. The stairs were still irregular, but not as much as before, and she could travel a little faster.