by Paul Preston
“Cassandra. If you’d like me to feed you as part of the game I will, but we will eat together and share the food, 50/50. Come off the floor and sit next to me.”
“You are too kind to me, Master C. I hardly deserve it.”
Cassandra sat on the bed next to me and we ate our breakfast together. I fed her like a baby bird, giving her forkfuls of eggs and pieces of buttered toast in little mouthfuls, careful not to spill any food on her shimmering silk chemise. During the meal, we exchanged small talk. Between bites, Cassandra asked how I slept, how I liked the food. She asked permission to set up her computer and do a few hours of work for her job which she had fallen behind on. I readily agreed. I watched her pretty lips as she chewed her food. As was her habit whenever we were near each other, one hand remained in constant contact with my penis, rubbing, stroking and playfully petting me under my bathrobe.
When I first read the part in the contract about how the slave must kneel with a lowered gaze at the feet of her Master at mealtimes and take the food from her Master’s hand, it made me uncomfortable. But after feeding Cassandra, I began to feel differently about it. I loved sharing my meal with her and placing each morsel of food between her lips. By providing her sustenance, I was physically demonstrating my love for her and it deepened the growing bond between us. It seemed to bring us closer together as man and woman, Dom and sub. It was also extremely sexy to watch her lips slowly open and then close over the tip of the fork. As she chewed, our eyes locked together in a passionate gaze. I held the cup of steaming hot coffee to her lips and she blew on it flirtatiously and sipped. The fork went into her mouth and her lips closed over the metal. She slowly swallowed and then her lips parted, wordlessly asking for another bite.
After the meal, I felt a greater sense of power and control over Cassandra. I took ownership of that power and looked forward to our next meal together. Cassandra placed the tray on the bedside table and untied my robe to gain full access to my fully erect penis.
“I really liked feeding you, Cassandra. Did you like it too?” I asked.
“I did, Sire,” she whispered.
“From now on, no food or drink will pass through your lips unless I offer it to you. Do you understand?”
“As you wish, My Lord.”
Cassandra pulled the sheet off my body and glided her hand along the sides of my penis, sending shivers of sensual excitement throughout my body. The kind attention she showed me felt so good I wanted to explode. I breathed in, trying to control my ejaculation.
“I don’t know if I can hold back, the way you’re touching me.”
“Then don’t hold back. You may let go at any time with me. You can come inside my mouth if you’d like. I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“It’s all I think about, Sire. It is my duty to learn how to serve you in this manner. I’m not afraid, My Lord. In fact, I want to do it. It’s all I think about, as your submissive slave.”
My submissive slave…
Holding my erect shaft in her hands, Cassandra laid her head down on my lap and took the head of my penis into her open lips. She vigorously sucked, while tugging up and down on me. Cassandra looked up at me once, shut her eyes and slowly swallowed me, filling her mouth and throat with the entire length of my throbbing penis. I had never been with a woman so willing to give me oral pleasure. She kept me in her mouth for the longest time and then glided the shaft out to suck once again on the sensitive tip. When I felt her tongue curl over my rim and come to rest on the underside of the head, a trigger was pulled inside and I could no longer hold myself back. I exhaled out in a moan, thrust my penis deeper into her mouth and released my semen directly though her open lips in several quivering bursts. I opened my eyes and watched Cassandra swallow my semen with ease. I fell back into the pillows on my bed, my heart racing. She continued to suck on me as I finished ejaculating into her mouth. I shivered when she coaxed out the final drops.
I had never had an orgasm directly into a woman’s mouth before, though I had always dreamed of doing it. It was the most wonderful and exhilarating feeling. When I released into Cassandra’s open lips and she swallowed my semen, I felt loved as a man and fully accepted for the first time in my life. I felt extraordinarily close to her after she performed such an intimate and pleasurable sexual favor upon me. I knew without a doubt I was in love with my submissive now. I wanted to tell Cassandra how much I felt for her, but refrained.
After I caught my breath and my pounding heart calmed, I was somewhat embarrassed at how quickly I had ejaculated. Some of my seminal fluid had touched her cheek by accident, dripping over her chin and down the side of her neck, soiling her delicate white lingerie. But Cassandra didn’t seem upset at all or uncomfortable about the fact that she had just swallowed my semen. She took it all in stride, as if it was the most natural act for her in the world. She stood up, dabbed the corners of her lips, cheek and neck with a napkin and smiled pleasantly down to me. Cassandra acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, as if swallowing two full mouthfuls of my semen was just another part of her daily submissive/slave’s schedule, like submitting to a spanking or being tied up by the wrists. Standing beside the bed, she looked down at me in a rather formal manner for having just been so intimate with me.
“Will there be anything else, My Lord?”
“Anything else?”
“Another cup of coffee perhaps?”
“Oh. OK, I’ll have another cup,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “Would you like one too? We can sit at the dining room table, plug in our laptops and get some work done together.”
“Very well, My Lord. Before we go, may I ask you something, Sire?”
“Sure.”
“With your permission, may I leave your presence to use the rest room?”
“Certainly, Cassandra. Of course. But from now on you don’t have to ask permission for that.”
“But the contract stipulates—”
“I want you to have privacy in the bathroom, Cassandra.”
“Thank you, Sir. That’s very thoughtful of you. You’re a kind Dom to me. I’ll clean up the dishes and tidy up your apartment afterwards.”
“I’ll help you, Cassandra.”
“That’s not necessary, Master C.”
“I want to. I may be your Dom in bed, but in the short time we have together, I want us to be equal in all other things. You don’t need to wait on me like some maid or cook and clean for me while you’re here. You’re a guest in my home, Cassandra, not my servant. Do you understand?”
“That’s very nice of you, Sire. You’re so much different than the Dominant men I’ve read about in books.”
She smiled at me and I smiled back. It was clear she was playing a game with me, but I couldn’t tell where her role as the sexy submissive ended and her real personality began. She put her hands over herself and began shifting her weight back and forth between her feet. I had forgotten she had asked me to use the bathroom.
“Oh, yes. Sorry. Please, Cassandra. Go on. Use the rest room.”
“Thank you, My Lord.”
Cassandra walked around the corner of the bed and I followed the feminine curves of her body step by step across my bedroom. She glanced once demurely over her shoulder at me with a half-smile. When she entered the bathroom, by contract, she was required to keep the door open. I suppose if I actually was this new sensitive Dom I represented myself as, I should have looked away to give her the privacy she deserved. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She untied the white bow at the back of her panties. I watched the silky material slide down her legs and fall to the bathroom floor like the feathers of a swan. Never breaking eye contact with me, she sat down and tinkled. Cassandra must’ve seen though my ruse and knew I wanted to watch. After she finished, Cassandra stood up, slid her G-string back up her legs, flushed and washed her hands. She spoke to me in her sweet voice, while looking at me in the reflection of the bedroom mirr
or.
“My Lord?”
“Yes?”
“Could you help me tie my panties? It’s difficult for me to do it from behind.”
“Certainly.”
I put on my bathrobe and cinched it with the cord I had tied her up with last night. I got out of bed and approached her from behind, delicately tying the pretty bow on the back of her G-String panties like the special gift she was to me. I reached around her body to fondle the voluptuous breasts I loved. She turned and kissed me once on the lips and once on the tip of my nose, smiling in a charming manner. Then Cassandra turned back to the bathroom mirror and applied her makeup. While I watched her, I squeezed her breasts and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her waist and ass and back up the sides of her torso until my palms found her two mounds of soft flesh again. I claimed what was mine, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. I couldn’t believe this beautiful woman had just swallowed the full amount of my semen with ease. I decided to play along with her little sexy game.
“You have an extraordinarily beautiful body, slave.”
“I’m glad my Master thinks so.”
“So, how was it?”
“How was what, My Lord?”
“Performing oral sex for the first time.”
“Oh. I found it to be surprisingly easy to do, My Lord. It was quite pleasurable for me to do it and I had no trouble catching the fluid in my mouth and swallowing it. I thought I would gag or choke on it, but it came quite naturally to me, like taking a creamy sweet sip of a thick vanilla milkshake.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Cassandra. And I like how you describe it.”
“It was quite easy for me to do it and I didn’t mind the taste. I guess I had built it up in my mind as this extremely difficult act. But in the end, it was a very simple thing for me to do. Did it please you to finish… in my mouth?”
“It was the most pleasing thing that ever happened to me with a woman in my life. You make me happy, Cassandra.”
“It makes me happy to give you pleasure, Sir. As I said, I am available to give you pleasure in that manner whenever you wish until Wednesday morning, My Lord.
After watching her finish her makeup and hair, Cassandra picked up the breakfast tray, but like the gentleman I was, I insisted on carrying it back to the kitchen. After we got some coffee and tidied up the kitchen together, we fired up our computers and worked side by side at the dining room table. She told me she sent an email to her parents, telling her mother that she would be busy working over the next few days and staying at a girlfriend’s house. This way she wouldn’t have to leave my apartment until Wednesday morning, she said.
“Great, Cassandra. That’s great,” I said.
I looked over my shoulder and watched her work. I was impressed at how skilled she was at designing websites. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, her eyes glued to the luminescent screen. I tried to check in on the accounts I was responsible for at the radio station, but I could hardly concentrate on my work, sitting next to such a beauty. I would occasionally lean close to her and breathe in her essence. She had a fresh womanly smell emanating from her pores which, like a narcotic, was intoxicating to me. I really enjoyed sitting next to her in my apartment and working together. It was like we were just an ordinary couple, catching up with our emails on a quiet Sunday afternoon. I had this unusual sensation I never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I was in love with a woman and I was happy. I wished I could somehow stop the Earth from turning so the dreaded end of our contract on Wednesday would never come. I looked once more at my computer screen and decided to wait until Tuesday, the day after Labor Day, to see who needed to be called and talked into renewing their advertising accounts.
When I shut down my computer, I suddenly remembered I had made arrangements to meet my mom for an annual birthday brunch on Sunday. I had totally forgotten about it, with everything that had happened with Cassandra. I thought of cancelling it, but Mom had planned it out for weeks, making reservations at a Japanese place I liked. I asked Cassandra if she would like to come with me, but she said she was deep in the midst of working on a website design project for a major client. She asked if she could stay and finish her work while I met my mom for lunch. She told me she’d be caught up with her work in about two hours and then would be able to give me her undivided attention for the next three days. I agreed. I also thought it was less complicated to not have Cassandra meet my mom, since our affair would be over in a few days anyway and I’d save myself from answering a lot of my mom’s embarrassing questions.
I showered quickly and got dressed in a pressed shirt and pants to meet my Mom. Cassandra met me at the door on my way out.
“You look nice, Mr. Anderson.”
“Thanks. I’m sorry to run out on you like this.”
“It’s OK. Are you sure you’re not mad about me staying here to finish my work?”
“No, not at all. Finish up your project. Bye, Cassandra,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and rushing out.
I met my mom, ate some sushi and we talked. I was a little preoccupied, thinking about Cassandra at my apartment. I had this unreasonable fear that she wouldn’t be there when I returned. I knew it was ludicrous, but I regretted not chaining her up in my apartment to prevent her escape. I realized I had great difficulty being away from her. I broke out into a sweat. My shirt stuck to my armpits and my hands felt clammy. If I felt this way being separated from her for two hours, how would I feel on Wednesday morning when I would have to say goodbye to her forever? I realized every minute away from her at this point was precious.
I rubbed my temple and my mom asked if I was OK. I told her I had a bit of a headache and so we ended our lunch early. I kissed Mom goodbye and drove over the speed limit on the way home, checking for cops in the rear view mirror every few minutes. I had this paranoid fear the same two cops who were in my apartment last night would pull me over and arrest me for speeding. Luckily I made it home in one piece.
I was slightly out of control by the time I made it into my apartment building and rode up the elevator. I jiggled the keys frantically in the lock and burst through the door. The sudden sound of the door swooshing open alarmed Cassandra and she stood up quickly from the table.
“My Lord! You’re back! I missed you. And guess what? I’m all caught up with my work. I’m all yours now.”
She stood at the table, in her silky white bridal lingerie with the stain still on the chemise from this morning where I marked it with my bodily fluids. She smiled sweetly and brushed a strand of loose hair around her ear. Her beauty left me speechless.
“Welcome home. How was your mother? Tell me all about your birthday lunch with her. What did you talk about?”
I crossed my apartment in three long strides and wrapped Cassandra in my arms. Backing her up two paces against the living room wall, I took her lips and kissed her roughly, closing my fingers into a fist in her hair. I turned her around and pressed the front of her body into the wall, my erection grinding into her back side, angling her neck so I could continue my harsh, desperate kisses.
I don’t know what was happening to me and I once again lost total control of myself. I turned her forcefully around to face me and grasped the lacey chemise that buttoned up the front of her breasts. Her eyes widened as I ripped the delicate material in half, shredding it off her body. Tiny buttons went flying this way and that. I grabbed her breasts harshly in my palms and squeezed them. Then I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom a few paces away. Lying her face down on my bed I ripped the bow off of her G-String and undressed quickly. Like a lion mounts a lioness in the wild, I entered Cassandra from behind. I straddled her with my knees, pumping my hips over and over into her, the front of my thighs slapping against her hips. As I thrust my penis into her, I enclosed my fingers around her throat, feeling the vulnerable warm skin of her slender neck. Holding her very life in the palm of my hands, I released my semen into her womb in several spasmodic quivering bur
sts, tilting my head back and groaning out though gritted teeth. I trembled as a thick stream of fluid forced its way through the tiny slit at the tip of my penis all at once. Chills shot down my spine. After the last drops escaped, I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
When my breathing calmed, I pulled out of her sex and shifted my weight off her body. My head fell back on a pillow and my heart rate finally returned to normal. Cassandra turned over and rested her head on my chest. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her there. I could feel us breathing in and out in unison. It felt like we were lying together on a raft, adrift on the sea.
“Cassandra…”
“That was quite… passionate, My Lord.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I was having lunch with Mom and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I seem to have taken advantage of you once again.”
“It is well within your rights this week to take advantage of me whenever you wish, Master C.”
I suddenly remembered I had totally destroyed her expensive lingerie.
“Oh my God! I ripped that beautiful chemise in half! I think I may have put a tear in your panties as well. I’m so sorry. I’ll definitely replace your pretty lingerie.”
“Don’t worry, My Lord. It’s not necessary.”
“No, I insist. First I cut through your bra and panties, now I rip your lingerie right off your skin. I insist this time. I’m taking you out shopping later and you won’t talk me out of it. If I keep going at this rate, I’ll destroy every piece of clothing you brought over here.”
Cassandra sat up, arching her back, her lovely breasts swaying enticingly over me. She spoke quite seriously, with a look of absolute devotion in her eyes.
“Perhaps that’s your plan, Sir. Then you’ll have to parade me around Chicago totally nude!”
“Please, Cassandra; don’t give me any bad ideas. I have enough of them as it is!”
“As my Lord and Master, if you wished to take me out and show me off to the world without clothes, it would be your prerogative to do so. I would not resist.”