Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey

by Blanche, Neige

  “Look at me!” he yelled and I jumped to attention. His eyes were that old familiar gunmetal color that entranced me all those weeks ago. “Do not ever say no to me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “If you want me to fuck you, I will. All you have to do is ask, and if it is convenient I will, but do not deny me, ever.” He got up and began to pace.

  “I want you to, sir. That’s the thing, but . . .”

  “No fucking buts, either, Nezzie! Either you want me to fuck you or you don’t. What the hell?” He came at me and then turned away.

  “I’m sorry, sir, I was trying to ask you to fuck me but I’m not sure how. And then I was also gonna ask if maybe we—you and I—could play around tonight with Girl and Marie and Sunny and Ty, too. It was just an idea I had when I was talking with Girl. We don’t have to. It’s your call.”

  He turned and came at me. “You’re damned fucking right it’s my call.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to ask. I don’t know how to initiate, my lord. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fucking place to know.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You can ask me to fuck you anytime.” He was bending over me with his finger in my face. “You will never ask for an orgy, ever! Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, looking down.

  “Look at me,” he yelled.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” I said, looking into his terrifyingly sexy eyes.

  “Jesus, you’re a fucking slut,” he said and put his hand down.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re my slut and it is not your place to slut around. You belong to me!”

  “Yes, sir.” I leaned back on the sofa and spread my legs for him.

  “God!” he said and turned his back on me.

  “I didn’t suggest anything to anyone. It just crossed my mind and I came to you with the idea, no one else, sir.”

  “You want an orgy, I’ll give you one.” He turned to me again with darkened eyes. “I’ll loan your slutty ass out to anyone who will have you.” His voice was a growl now and he was truly scaring me.

  “Please, sir, I don’t want to,” I pleaded, and my brain scrambled to think if I had inadvertently agreed to this when he collared me. “I didn’t think that was part of the agreement.”

  “Fuck,” he said and pulled me up by the arm. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, not today.”

  I could not tell if he was talking to himself or to me, so I stayed quiet.

  “I’m sorry. I lost my temper.”

  “I’d never deny you, my lord.”

  “I know,” he said, “just don’t say no to me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’ve been so perfect, so good, and I admit I’ve been selfish with you. I find it hard to share you just now.” He paused and then continued. “How long has it been since you were punished?”

  “Almost four weeks, sir.”

  “Do you require it, a little corrective measure?”

  I recalled him telling me early on that someday I’d ask to be punished. “Yes, sir.”

  “Maybe you’re right. I’ve spoiled you these last few weeks and you, my little slut, are getting too big for your britches. But I won’t fuck you. You blew that one.”

  “Sir, but I want you to.”

  “Too fucking bad. And if I catch you pleasuring yourself, you’ll have to wait longer. Do you understand that I call the shots here?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Bend over, put your knees on the cushions, and lean on the back of the sofa. I’m going to spank you harder than you have ever been spanked.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Spread your legs and brace yourself.”

  I followed his command expectantly. I could not believe I had asked for this. I was humiliated and titillated at once; the whole scene played out as if I was watching it on film.

  He lifted my skirt to reveal my naked bottom and I lifted my ass in the air. He smeared his hand on my wet labia, making me moan.

  “You like this shit, eh?” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good!” he said and hit me so hard on my right cheek that I fell into the cushions. The searing pain went through my body and into my brain. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm roiling inside me so I regained my breath, got up, and spread my legs again. I was thoroughly conditioned.

  “Stand up. That’s enough.” He grabbed the back of my collar and pulled. A light-headed feeling as the collar tightened on the front of my neck added to the euphoric feeling. “You will behave yourself. Act accordingly as imminent lady of this house.” His voice lowered to a growl. “It’s not below your station to be tied up on the floor at the foot of my bed tonight and get nothing from me, do you understand? You’re oversexed, you slut, and I can cut you off any time I please.” He straightened out my skirt. “Neige Blanche Monique, don’t you ever take my dick for granted.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He took his handkerchief from his pocket and dried my tears. “I love it when you cry for me.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Do you understand the lesson, Nezzie?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Tell me what you learned,” he said as he dabbed my cheek.

  “I learned that I may ask you to fuck me and that you may or may not, that it’s up to you, and that I am never allowed to ask you for an orgy or to fuck someone else, that it’s your job to arrange those things, sir.” I paused. “And I’ll never take your dick for granted, ever.”

  “Good girl, Nez. You’re a quick study.”

  “Sir, may I say something else?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want you to fuck me, my lord.”

  “As it should be,” he said, and left the room.

  I was stunned that he could just walk away so easily from such a charged situation. I sat on the sofa and quickly stood because my backside stung. I was miserable because I knew I would carry that pain with me for hours, which would only enhance my want for him. I wanted to run after him and beg him to take me. Just as I was about to do so, Marie came into the room.

  “Miss, are you okay?” She sat down next to where I stood. “Come sit and talk to me.”

  “I can’t right now,” I said.

  “Oh, you must be busy with all the preparations. Maybe we can talk later,” she said with a hint of rejection in her voice.

  “No, it’s not that.” I lifted my skirt to show her.

  “Oh dear, that must have been fabulous,” she said. “I miss it.”

  I remained standing. “Girl says things are going well between the two of you. She really likes you.”

  “I love her. I always have, but lately it’s turned into something different and I’m not sure what it means,” Marie said. “I’m not gay, I don’t think.”

  “Maybe you and Girl should give it some time. You’re on the rebound from Jackson, so just take things as they come and see where it leads.” I sat down gingerly on the edge of the sofa. “Just enjoy each other for a while.”

  “The good thing is that I don’t love Jackson anymore,” she smiled. “I’m over that because he wasn’t good for me. Girl is good for me. She’s like you. She sees the gifts I have.”

  “And you have so many.”

  “Girl taught me something that Jackson failed to. She told me about balance, that we’ve got to balance our need for pleasure with other things in life and that sometimes we can’t get everything we want right when we want it, that sometimes delaying gratification makes it sweeter once it comes. Do you know what I mean?”

  “Yes, I get it. Greg said I was becoming spoiled and I guess he’s right.”

  “I don’t think you’re spoiled, miss, but if you are, you wouldn’t know it. The
person being spoiled is rarely aware of it, and that isn’t your fault. It’s your master’s fault for indulging you too much and for forgetting to teach you about balance and self-discipline. Lucky for you, Mr. Delacroix is wise and he hasn’t forgotten.” She indicated the red handprint on my bottom by patting her own.

  “I can see how it can happen, but I think I’ve got some responsibility as well, don’t you?” I asked, hoping to learn from her mistakes.

  “Our masters,” she said, “are easily manipulated. He loves you so much that he can lose sight of those valuable lessons. Miss, this is when things start to fall apart.”

  “Is that what happened with you and Jackson?”

  “No, unfortunately Jackson never loved me, so he just didn’t care.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Girl showed me this and it was hard for her, but she loves me enough to care. Now do you see? Your situation isn’t like ours was. Your master has spoiled you out of love.”

  “So what do I do now?” I asked.

  “Make it easier for him to teach you. First, back down. You’ve got to submit in every way. Don’t take the lead on anything unless he asks you to. Listen to him, really hear him, and he’ll open up to you like the oleander flower, pure and fragrant. Then tell him you wanna learn because you love him and wanna make him proud. Tell him you are for him and that you don’t wanna be self-centered or self-absorbed with your own pleasure. Remind him that you are here for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Miss, these men, our masters, they get insecure. He’s scared of his dependence on you, so you have to be dependable in every way to alleviate his fear. In doing this, in being disciplined in this, you cannot become spoiled.”

  “Thank you, my friend. You’ve just clarified so much for me.”

  “You’re welcome. Now go out there and be his dependable friend. Don’t leave him, and stay by his side every minute you can, especially this weekend. It’s a special time and he wants you more than you realize.”

  * * *

  I found Gregory talking with Thomas over by the bar. Young men were stacking cases of wine and liquor and kegs of beer.

  “It should be all right out here overnight, sir. We’ve got a lot of ice and a generator for refrigeration, and we won’t put the glasses out until tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, Tom. I know you’ve got everything covered,” Gregory said as I approached.

  I stood a couple feet behind Gregory until he put his arm around my shoulders with an audible sigh of relief. Marie was correct. She knew he wanted me by his side.

  “Is it too much white?” He turned me to see the party preparations.

  “I think it looks nice. Will there be flowers on the tables? Maybe they can be colorful to offset the white,” I said, being careful not to be too suggestive.

  “I was planning on putting your roses on the tables in little rose bowls. I’m gonna put colorful confetti on the tabletops just for fun, because it’s a fun occasion,” he smiled.

  “Thank you, sir, for all of this. I never imagined ever having such a celebration.” I paused and then continued, “I’ve never had a birthday party in all my twenty-two years. Why are you doing all this?”

  “Nezzie, I love you, that’s why, and I wanna tell all my friends. I wanna show them how much I love you and introduce you to them. You’ve only met my friends that are in the lifestyle. Here, at this party, you’ll meet everyone in my life.”

  “How many people are coming, sir?”

  He led me into the tent. “I’m thinking about a hundred and fifty or so. You’ll see familiar faces, but this time, most of my New Orleans employees will be here. They’re all staying out at the village. They’re excited to come out here to the boss’s farm.” He laughed and took my right hand and placed his left hand on my waist, twirling me around as if we were dancing. “Some of my foreign wholesalers and customers are coming too.” He let go of me and got on his hands and knees to inspect the underside of the stage.

  “Wow, sir, that’s a lot of people,” I said.

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I do, sir. The only people in my life are you, Sunny, Ty, Marie, Girl, and the staff.”

  “Hmm,” he said and stood up, “sometimes that can be a good thing. It keeps things simple.” He slapped his hands together to remove the dirt and dust. “Don’t invite complications, Nez.”

  “Yes, sir.” I followed him back toward the veranda to a pair of secluded rocking chairs near the wall of the house. He sat and I stood because of my tender bottom.

  “Does your ass hurt?” he asked.

  “Very much, sir.”

  “Good, that’ll keep you on your toes.” He began to rock in his chair. “Ya know, kid, I realize it’s mostly my fault for spoiling you. It’s my fault for being selfish, too. I just can’t get myself to share you, and to be honest, I really don’t wanna do anyone else either. I’ve never felt this way before. This is all new to me, so I suppose I was hurt when you said you wanted to play this evening. I assumed you felt the same way I do. I projected my feelings and my needs onto you without discussing them first.”

  “Are we discussing them now, sir?”

  “Yes, and let me continue. It didn’t help that I’ve spoiled you rotten these last few weeks since we were here last. I suppose I got comfortable with you being with Ty and Sunny and so I let your leash go too long. I mean, what were you supposed to think? You were experiencing some freedom, some space, to make decisions on your own . . .” He cleared his throat. “How can I expect you to step in line without my being consistent with you? What the hell did I expect you to think?”

  “I wasn’t thinking, sir, that’s the problem. When I stop thinking, I feel like Marie must have felt before Girl came.”

  “How so?” he asked with a frown.

  “God, sir, I feel like the only thing on my mind is fucking and my own pleasure. When I’m not allowed to think, when I totally give myself over as you have said I should, I get completely self-absorbed with my own pleasure. Sir, I don’t wanna be like that. The weirdest thing is, before you punished me, I had no idea I was being that way. I lost my way, sir, because I wasn’t totally for you. I didn’t even realize it. I know my being for you and your pleasure alone is where my real pleasure comes from, not the kind of surface pleasure one gets from slutting around.”

  “I see,” he said.

  “I understand now what happened to me and I promise to work hard never to let it happen again. I’ve gotta use my head here a little to keep myself real with you, my lord.”

  “Are you finding balance, my love?”

  “I think so, sir, but as you said, I required a little corrective measure. I depend on you to do this for me. Thank you, Gregory, for setting me straight today.”

  “I’m pleased you understand. Come,” he patted the arm of his rocking chair. His hand went up my skirt and massaged my thigh. “I want you to know that I know where you’re coming from, but right now I’m not in a sharing mood, do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said as my legs began to weaken. I let them fall open.

  “Good girl, Nezzie, that’s a good girl,” he said and reached his fingers inside of my dripping vagina. “Mmm, good girl,” he crooned. His hand moved up and down each time, adding another finger to the width. I felt his thumb enter me along with the rest. He pushed slowly inside me. “Good girl.”

  When he made a fist, I thought I would break in two. He pushed deeper, hurting me with pleasure. “Good girl. Relax. Let it come.” He moved his fist in small twisting motions. I could feel his knuckles pushing outward. He shook his fist slightly, which made me orgasm in fits. “This is mine, Nezzie.”

  “Yes, sir,” my voice squeaked. I could feel my muscles tighten.

  He pushed a little deeper, causing a rush of pain and dull pleasure. “I love you, Nez.”

  “I love you too, my lord. God, I love you.” My juices flowe
d hard as my orgasm abated with a wave of dizziness.

  He slowly pulled his fist out of me with excruciating pleasure-filled twists. “You’re a good girl and deserved that orgasm, but just remember, my little slut, I call the shots.”

  43.

  “Happy birthday,” his voice sang. He stood next to the bed with a breakfast tray.

  “Oh, Greg, how sweet. Thank you, my lord.”

  “You can stay in bed and eat there or eat out on the deck. It’s up to you.” He stood awaiting his command. It was late morning and I decided to take breakfast out on the deck.

  “Samuel is giving golf cart tours to the arriving guests,” he said as he sipped a cup of coffee. “It’s kinda funny how they are so enthralled with this place.”

  “I don’t think it’s funny, Greg. I can relate. Don’t forget that for you, this is normal, but for the rest of us, it’s exotic and rare. Darling, I’m still enthralled with it. I can’t believe it exists and that I’m part of it. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being enamored with it, sir.”

  “How could I ever think you were spoiled?” he asked.

  “Happy birthday, miss,” Marie yelled up to me from down on the veranda.

  “Thanks,” I called out, and walked over to the railing. “Where’s Girl?”

  “She’s comin’ and so are Sunny and Ty,” she said. “See you later!”

  “The other day when I was talking with Girl, she mentioned Mr. Ladnier’s family,” I said to Gregory. “I had no idea he was married.”

  “Yeah, he and his wife, Ella, have three kids. Nice family.”

  “She knows about Girl?” I asked.

  “Yeah, and the pilots, too. I guess to each their own; they’ve got an agreement and so it goes. I’m not sure if she has her own side thing or not, but they seem to work things out well in their marriage. If two people love and respect one another, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Ladnier. I’m not saying that all married folks should have an agreement like theirs, because each marriage is different, but I will say that every marriage should be based on the kind of love and respect those two have for one another. They never play games; they’re so honest and real.”