She was about to kneel for him again, but he stopped her. “Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”
She blushed and remained on her feet.
Taking the bag of dildos, the paddle and the ruler, Jack set them aside. Then he sat forward on the sofa, making a perfect lap of his muscled thighs, and pulled her down over his knees, so that her ass was perfectly positioned at his right hand, and the rest of her was draped submissively, poised in wait.
He began with his hand. Sharp, fast, firm smacks. No warm-up, no easing in. Her ass heated in seconds, and her cheeks began to burn. The sting was fierce.
“Ouch! Goddammit that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it, my little masochist?”
She didn’t answer and he didn’t like that.
“I asked you a question, slave.”
“Yes, Sir, it’s supposed to hurt.”
“And this is what you love. Watch your complaining.”
For the next several moments, she kept her mouth shut. The brief pause in the spanking allowed the hurt to subside, and as he started up again, the smacks didn’t sting as much. She hesitated to think of it as punishment after the conversation they’d just had about obedience, but it certainly felt like punishment, as if she’d been a bad girl and earned every nasty smack. At one point, she was about to blurt out something nasty, but suddenly, he picked up the ping pong paddle and began laying it on at a brisk pace. The rubber-backed paddle was nothing compared to the feel of his stinging palm, and the sweet warmth of its strike quickly turned pain into pleasure. She moved against his legs, feeling the heat rise up from his crotch and into her. As his cock hardened inside his pants and throbbed against her belly, all she could think of was how it would feel to have his organ stuffed inside her cunt and fucking with the same determined effort.
“Oh, yesssssssssss.” Her guttural cry rose up around them.
Every few strikes, he gave her one nasty wallop then he settled back down. His pacing was brilliant. Her arousal gained momentum, and soon she was lifting her ass to greet the smacks, begging for the next.
But when he abruptly switched to the ruler, the pretty sensations immediately ceased.
“Dammit, I hate wood!” she quietly seethed. Maybe he’d ease off, she thought to herself, but he didn’t. And, as if he were trying to make a point, he let the ruler come down repeatedly until she was struggling so hard that she was about to revolt. Only then did he let up. He did this several times. Her master had uncanny instincts about how much her body could take and when to ease off.
When her battle with the ruler finally ended, she was almost sorry he stopped. But he’d moved on. He pulled a thick, six inch long dildo from the bag, and ran the head of it down her ass crack toward her pussy, eliciting from Jeni a softly whispered, “Oh my!”
“You’re wet, slave,” he observed.
No lie. She could feel her slick juices allowing the dildo to slide easily along her cleft. Then abruptly he stopped the caress and shoved the dildo into her cunt.
She gasped, feeling her body clench with an orgasm rising up to greet the dildo’s probing advance.
“Not so fast,” he warned. With his next move, he pulled the dildo free and shoved its slick head against her anus.
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“You don’t think what?” He pressed the head a bit more firmly, so it pierced the tight barrier. “You think it’s too dry?”
“Don’t know, Sir.”
Hardly a second later, she felt something cold and wet assisting in his efforts. Apparently, this would not end until the dildo was embedded deeply in her ass.
“Ooo ouch,” she softly seethed, as her body adjusted to the fullness in her belly and ass. Then it was “Oh my, yessss…” as the pleasurable feelings began. She loved how it felt, though it would take some getting used to.
“You’re doing fine, slut,” Jack said with some kindness. “Just imagine that it’s my cock.”
“It sure would feel much better if it were,” she answered back, even though she wasn’t sure that was true.
He ignored the comment. The dildo in her ass – the kind that widens in the middle and tapers down at either end – was going nowhere. Anal play is such a private act, requiring a special kind of intimacy and trust. It demanded of Jeni a level of surrender unaccustomed to her. She felt like a virgin again; all her years as a lifestyle sub vanished in the company of the new feelings that were arising in her now. While she was still getting used to the anal dildo, Jack pressed the head of another thick dildo into her pussy, demanding space until that, too, was lodged far inside her body. The two impaling pricks fit tightly, generating a feeling of fullness she loved, although it took some getting used to. She wiggled about a bit, but when his hand settled on her ass and held firm against the involuntary response to expel them, she settled, and an unexpected feeling of satisfaction followed. She despaired when that hand withdrew. His comment:
“You’d better hold on to them, slave.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, although she had little faith in her ability to keep them in place.
This wasn’t easy, and like so many things with Jack, holding on required focus and attention. Vulnerability. Casting off old fears. Forgetting the missteps of the past. The emotion welling up within her brought her tears.
Clenching her inner muscles enough to keep the dildos where Jack put them proved difficult, especially when his doubled leather belt was suddenly exploding on her ass. The heat and pain rapidly gained on her and she was about to scream; though sensing her distress, Jack eased off as he’d done with the paddle and the ruler. The discomfort became bearable, and in time, her crescendoing arousal transformed the pain into pleasure. Rather than hate every nasty smack, she loved each one, and wriggled deeper into his lap like the horny slut she had become.
Was it possible that she might orgasm just from being spanked, paddled and leather belted into happy oblivion? It had never happened before and she could hope. But before she reached the moment of ecstasy, Jack stopped and set the belt aside, laying his hand on her burning behind. The dildos were involuntarily pushing free, and he thrust them back with a masterful shove.
“What did I tell you about holding them in?” He was not unkind – although he sounded like a reprimanding parent.
His cupped hand remained planted against her behind, holding the dildos fixed in place. He generated through his fingers an energy that quickly enveloped her surrendered body, forcing her to give up any remaining fight and relax into the sensation of containment. She’d never experienced anything like this feeling. His mastery of her was obvious, and as the feeling expanded and her surrender deepened, she was reminded again that she was his. She belonged to him in that hour and maybe forever if he could make her feel this way.
When his hand began to move, what had been settled and blissful inside her spirit moved with that gentle caress until it wasn’t just a caress, but a desire so big that she couldn’t help but squirm, begging him to let her come. In the midst of the heated and dreamy arousal, she suddenly felt herself lifted up, and realized that she was in his arms being carried off to the bedroom – even then, he maintained his hold on the dildos, until he dropped her on the bed.
“Keep those inside you. Your ass in the air.”
She struggled to obey his command, and needed some assistance from her hand to prevent the dildo in her cunt from slipping free. Jack finally batted her hand away and the dildo dropped to the mattress and then to the floor. He replaced it with his cock and was pounding her body back to heaven, while he pressed his fingers against the anal plug to keep it fixed. The two cocks, the fake prick and the real one, were a tight fit that forced her body to open wide to accommodate them both. After just minutes of belligerent fucking, she felt her pussy explode around his prick, and bear down even harder on his thick meat.
“Oh please! Harder!” she screamed in the midst of it, and he dove into her more forcefully, grabbing her hair and holdi
ng it tight in his fist. He rode her like an animal in heat and jetted his cum inside her cunt. Then with a deep breath, he collapsed to the bed. Their first real fuck ended with grunts and groans and moaning sighs.
Jeni felt so weak that she slipped off the end of the mattress to the floor, and remained there exhausted and happily conquered. A few moments later, she was awakened from the lovely stupor by the sound of his voice.
“Up here, slave. Clean up my cock.”
“Can I get rid of the plug in my ass first?” she asked.
“Yes, just don’t take a lot of time.”
She darted into the bathroom, removed the prick and cleaned herself, then returned to the bedroom where she clambered up on the bed. Jack lay on his back surviving his own exhaustion with a look of bliss enveloping his face. Smiling to herself, she took his flagging erection in her mouth and bathed it with her tongue, tasting pussy and cum. “Nice fuck, Sir,” she whispered before she took his cock down to her throat. He fondled her hair, then without a word, he pulled her into his arms where they snuggled in close and rested.
They drifted off for several minutes, “So, how’s my slave doing?” He finally woke. The question roused her from the languorous stupor.
“In heaven, Sir,” she replied dreamily. “And you, how’s my master doing?”
“Very well.”
She lifted her head so she could see his face. “Very well? That’s all?” She smiled affectionately.
He opened his closed eyes and stared at her, silent and thoughtful, then said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this content.”
Jack was a man of few words, which was something to get used to. Though she hoped for a bigger response, Jeni knew that this simple comment spoke volumes. She might never understand everything behind the soft spoken remark, but at least for that moment his heart had opened a little wider and she was able to peek inside and be glad that she’d been a part of the mystery that brought about that contented feeling.
She put her head back down against his shoulder, savoring the happy moment. Her mind emptied, and in the quiet that followed, with her thoughts at rest, she knew how to answer the question Jack had earlier posed.
“Sir—I know what I need from you.”
“Oh? You’re ready to talk?”
“Yes, sir.”
He seemed pleased, and he pushed her down between his legs, where she automatically brought his cock to her mouth and began to suck, very gently. Something akin to adoring worship. When she paused, she looked up and smiled.
“You have the right idea, slave,” he said. “But you want to talk, so talk. Tell me what I need to hear, I’m all ears.” He grinned as he eyed her nestled between his thighs. “You know, this is the perfect talking position for a slave.”
She laughed. “You are such a master, Sir.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Good. But before you get started, let’s start calling me Master more often. You’ve been avoiding the word.”
“Probably,” she admitted. She was afraid he’d noticed. “Calling you master isn’t easy. I’ve never been able to use the word and have it feel right.”
“I know that. That’s why you’re going to start practicing. Keep saying it until the word becomes second nature.”
“And I suppose that’s an order?”
He flashed her an admonishing glance. “What do you think?”
She wasn’t convinced that his scheme would work, but she knew she’d do exactly what he asked – although he must have seen the resistance in her eyes or felt it in her body, prompting the question, “Do you consider me your master?”
“Absolutely!” she rushed in.
“Okay then,” he spoke in a calm, measured cadence, like a parent to a child, “Keep it up. You’ll get there sooner than you think.”
“Yes, sir. I mean, Master,” she replied.
“That’s good. Keep it up.”
“Yes, Master,” she said it again. Saying master still felt awkward and she had to make herself spit it out. Even then, it remained an empty word – but this was what she signed on for and this was an order she’d obey.
“Now, talk to me.”
In the instant that followed, Jeni took a breath, grabbing back the fleeting thoughts that had come to her a few minutes before. “I should have known the minute you asked the question about what I need from you. I guess I was too flustered…” She absently stroked his cock, loving how it felt in her hand. Even bigger than that feeling was how his energy rose up and surrounded her – not the explosive energy of fucking and cumming, but the quiet power of his body, like a comforting breeze blowing into her, soothing and steady. “I had it all figured out a couple of years ago when I was writing a short story for my blog. I spent a lot of time trying to decide what it was that attracted me to some men and not others. What was it about certain men that turned me on, that made me want to bow at their feet and think master – with a capital ‘M’.”
She stared at Jack’s face, seeing his expression as inscrutable as ever, then continued.
“Authority, real authority, the kind I can respect. I think I sense that first. It comes with a certain gravitas – like this man’s not going to let me get away with anything. He doesn’t ask, he just takes charge. He knows what he wants and goes after it.”
“And you think that’s me?”
“Oh, that is you in spades. I figured that out from your emails before we even met.”
She gazed down at his crotch, and his limp cock and the balls beneath, just inches from her lips. She could feel her hunger for him rising up again and she wriggled herself against the mattress where that hungry feeling settled in her pussy.
“What else?” he asked.
“Sexual chemistry.” Her eyes twinkled as she said this, and she smiled bashfully. “I don’t think there’s any doubt we have that.”
Jack smiled. “No doubts so far, my sexy wench.”
“Sexy wench, I love the sound of that.” Her body literally vibrated with desire and she began to fondle his prick again. She couldn’t help herself, right there in front of her. She wanted to tease it, suck it, take it in her mouth again and make it come. But this time Jack pushed her hand away.
“You finished?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
“Then leave it alone until you are. You’ll distract me.”
“Sorry. It’s just so tempting right here under my nose.”
“Then practice a little restraint.”
“You think I need to?”
“I think you need to say what’s on your mind and answer my question.”
“See, there’s that authority…” titillating me all the way to my writhing crotch. “There’s just one more thing that’s especially important – not any more important than the others, but I think in some Master/slave relationships it gets left out.” She paused, thinking of how to say it best. “I need a master who is strong enough to be loving and tender and affectionate. Caring. Compassionate. A man who can be vulnerable when the need arises. I’m not sure that’s easy for any man – and masters? In the kink world, they sometimes get set on a pedestal like a God. But I’ve been around enough to know that life doesn’t let them rest easy on that pedestal.”
She felt a little nervous delving into this so deeply, but he’d asked, and now that she was talking, she couldn’t stop.
“You know that day in the park when we met, you were all that I described – gentle, caring, tender, vulnerable. You surprised me. The tears especially. It wasn’t something I expected in a first meeting and I was impressed.” There was no girlish giggle now. She was earnest, intently serious, not exactly the slave she’d been all day. But she needed Jack to hear this and understand how important it was to her.
“Masters are sometimes afraid and fall apart, they have their ups and downs, all kinds of things that have nothing to do with kink. The kind of relationship I want allows for that. I don’t want a master to be perfect.
I want him as human as I am. And when he needs a slave that can rise up off her knees and be a partner to him, I want to be that partner. If for no other reason than to listen. Be there when he needs me. Just as I expect him to be there when I need him.” She knew, as the words flowed from her mouth, that she had traveled back to the past, and the years she spent with the man she’d loved. This was what had been so important to her in that relationship, and it was important to her now that there be compassion and affection in her relationship with Jack.
She stopped talking, hoping that he’d comment, and when he didn’t, she wondered what to say next.
“More than you asked for?” She searched his eyes for some clue to his feelings. “I know you want me for the sex and the kink. I know you demand my unquestioned obedience, and that I can give you. But I want more, and I don’t want to settle.”
Once that was said, there were no words left in her mind to speak. She’d said enough, so she stopped talking and waited.
Jack looked at her, solemn and silent as ever, then reached down and tenderly stroked the side of her face. She could sense the difficulty in that gesture and didn’t want to make too much of it. She was afraid that she’d scare him off. But what she’d told him needed to be said.
“It’s my hope that I can give you all the things you mentioned,” he finally spoke. “Can I? I don’t know. But the more I get into this, the more I understand that what we’re doing is a 24/7 thing. It doesn’t end at the bedroom door, even though we go our separate ways for work. There’s more than just kink involved. You wear the nipple ties under your clothes during the day, the collar when you sleep. They’ll remind you of me when we’re not together. There’ll be a ring and tag dangling from your pussy soon. These are things I’m certain of. Am I the master that you need? Can I give you all you want? Only time will tell. Some of this is hard for us both. We’ll take it one step at a time, just as we have so far. Remember, there’s nothing finished about this, Jeni. We have a ways to go, and you’ll need to be patient. Opening up is not my strong suit. But trust me, you’ve gotten under my skin far more than you know.”
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