by NJ Cole
After eating a veggie wrap and watching a classic movie, I headed to bed. My Sir hadn’t asked me to wear anything in particular, so I stripped down naked and knelt on the mattress at the foot of the bed. The phone rang instantly, which surprised me. My Sir usually made me wait for him.
I picked up the phone and held it to my ear, waiting for him to speak.
“You look beautiful, butterfly,” he said, making me smile. “I have been pleased by you for nearly two weeks now. Everything that I have asked of you, you have done. Sir would like his butterfly to present herself for inspection.”
I thought I was presenting myself for him. I straightened my back and thrust my chest out, as he had taught me to do over the past week.
I heard him chuckle. “No, butterfly. I am happy with how you have presented yourself so far. I would like to come and inspect my little girl in person.”
My heart started hammering in my chest. He wanted to meet me, physically. When? Where? What would happen? All of those questions popped into my head instantly.
“I will come to your apartment and inspect you in thirty minutes, butterfly. You will be in the ready position just as you are now; the only difference is that you will be wearing a blindfold. That is not an option—it is a requirement. When I am inspecting you, I will not touch you, although you will know I am there. Would you like to do this to please me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said without thinking. The time for thinking and being afraid began about ten minutes later.
Chapter 18
Sir
Tonight was the night; I was going to finally meet my butterfly as Sir. She would be on her knees for me—nude and ready. Preparations were made and precautions had already been taken.
I’d gotten twice my fill of ultraviolet light today, and even consumed some food, all in attempt to curb my animalistic urges. Wanting to dominate was one thing, but not being in control of that desire was another.
Sunlight tended to calm Bocaj. A few hours a day in the sunlight was plenty to sustain me, giving me the energy I needed and satiating my drive for food.
Sometimes it was difficult to find the time to be outdoors though, and in some locations—such as Chicago—it was difficult to get enough sunlight in the winter. Fortunately, years ago one of the Elders had designed a machine that could give us the ultraviolet light we needed, in a fraction of the time. The machine produced UV rays that we could absorb easily. Unlike the plants of earth that used very little ultraviolet light for energy, it was our primary source.
Humans somehow found out about the machines and began to use them to turn their skin brown. One of the Elders joked that it was considerate of them to cook themselves for us.
Spending as little as a half an hour in the machine gave me enough energy for a day, even if I was exposed to no other light. Today, I was in there for an hour just to be safe.
The need for food wasn’t the only instinct I’d taken care of today. I also attempted to curb my sexual appetite before being in close proximity to butterfly.
Closing my eyes and taking my cock into my hand, I relived the memories of her various performances. I rocked my hips and stroked my hard length as the images danced before my closed eyes. Finding my release not once, but twice, I felt prepared for tonight.
After checking with Gabriel yesterday, I felt more confident. He told me he knew I could handle it, and I believed him enough to at least try. I had to see what it was like to be in the same room with her as Sir while she was ready, willing and nude. There would be no touching; I just wanted to get accustomed to the scent of her arousal.
If it went well, we would move forward, but for tonight, it was just a quick meeting. She wouldn’t see me. I instructed her to wear a blindfold. I’d always had my submissives wear a blindfold, and butterfly would be no different.
But the truth was, it was different and I didn’t know why. In the past, my anonymity was for self-preservation. It was for my safety as well as theirs. With my butterfly, it went beyond that. I wanted her to want me for me, not because I had an attractive face or a well-built body. And for that reason, I would never let her see me without her blindfold.
When I got to her place, I opened the door quietly. I’d thought of going to her apartment a million times, and it was hard to resist when I’d been in her building with Payton. I knew she would never know. I could pick the lock with ease and slip in and out undetected, yet I never did because it would in some way violate her, and I just couldn’t do that.
But tonight I had permission. Tonight, she was expecting me, wanting me. She would be ready and waiting.
Although I could have crept in undetected, I needed to make enough noise to appear human. I also didn’t want to alarm her. I closed the door without trying to mask the sound, and the click echoed throughout the apartment. I knew she heard because I could hear the quick intake of breath.
I walked down the hallway to her room, making sure that my footsteps could be heard. Slowly, I pushed open the door. She had the lights low, and her body seemed to glow. I wasn’t sure how good her blindfold was and I didn’t want to take any chances, so I clicked off the light.
Her scent had been strong when I opened the door to the apartment, but when I entered her bedroom it practically overwhelmed me. “Hello, butterfly.”
Her body was more beautiful close up than I had imagined. The two panes of glass I’d been looking through masked the beauty of her skin. It was creamy and nearly as white as mine, with the exception of her pert pink nipples, which were currently erect.
She had jumped when I first entered her bedroom, and I could hear her heart beating wildly. I wanted her excited, but not terrified. I tried to calm her with my words. “Oh, babygirl, don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not even going to touch you.”
She exhaled, but her heart was still beating quickly.
“Your body is even more beautiful in person than it is from afar.”
She was slick with her juices, causing me to feel intoxicated.
I moved to whisper in her ear. “And your scent. Your scent pleases me.”
Her breathing relaxed more as she smiled at my compliments.
I moved around her slowly and saw just how aroused she was. “So wet for me. Such a good girl,” I purred. As soon as I spoke, liquid pooled between her legs. The scent was strong and I had to keep reminding myself of the Dom’s creed.
He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others.
Forcing my eyes away from her pussy and toward her breasts, I inhaled and exhaled slowly. All of the sudden, though it was in slow motion for me, she thrust her breasts in my direction. I had to back up immediately or they would have touched me. For a moment—just a millisecond—I actually considered taking one into my mouth, injecting her with my toxin, doing unspeakable things to her body, and if by some miracle she survived the physical attack and the transformation, using her body for my pleasure every day for the rest of my life.
The thought passed quickly, and I laughed at the absurdity of it. She would likely be repulsed by the idea of what I was, and would not want to become one of us. Even if she did, it would be far too dangerous.
I stepped back another foot and spoke. I knew I should be angry, but I was so pleased that she wanted my touch I couldn’t help but to be lenient.
“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I said in an authoritative yet calm manner. “You want to feel your Sir’s hands caressing every inch of your body, don’t you?”
She nodded.
Although I understood why she had moved, it could have been a fatal mistake, and I needed her to remember who was in control. “Well, little girls don’t get to tell their Sirs what to do. You will wait for me to touch you. Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes,” she said in what came out as an adorable high-pitched whimper.
“And little girl, what makes you think that I will be gentle? What makes you think that it will be soft caresses? I will
do with your body what I want. I might want to pinch it, see how pink I can turn that ass, squeeze your nipples harder than you ever have, or punish that wet pussy with my cock until you can’t walk. Are you prepared to give your body to your Sir to use for his pleasure?”
I’d all but promised to use and abuse her. She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t; she was turned on. I could smell the new wave of arousal leaving her body and could hear the soft sound of a drip hitting the bed. With my fangs elongated, the toxin pooled in my mouth but I swallowed it down.
“Are you ready to give your entire body, your will, over to your Sir for his pleasure?” I paused to let her think about my words. “Speak.”
“Yes, Sir,” she exhaled.
I couldn’t believe she’d agreed. I’d learned what I needed to know. I was in a room that was thick with the scent of her arousal, yet I had control and I knew that I was ready to handle a scene with her.
“That pleases me,” I said. “I am going to leave in a moment. You will wait one minute, and then remove your blindfold. There will be papers on the kitchen table. Fill them out as best as you can.”
I walked to the door, and on impulse, grabbed a pair of her panties on the way out. They had been worn, and had the scent of her arousal on them.
“And, my little slut,” I added from the hall, ”since you thrust your chest at me, trying to get me to touch you, you will not come tonight.”
On the way out, I stopped and placed a packet of papers on the kitchen table.
I’d instructed her not to come tonight as a punishment for her behavior, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t come. My cock was weeping so much that I didn’t think I would make it to my apartment across the street, so I went up to the penthouse and through the red door. Instantly, my hand found my cock while the other held her panties. All I needed to do was inhale and my come was leaving my body, giving me some relief from the tension.
I knew once wouldn’t be enough, so I began again, first stroking gently, and then harder and faster, bringing her panties to my nose. With a shudder, the second load left my body.
Chapter 19
butterfly
As I knelt there nude, waiting for him to leave, I began to realize the absurdity of the situation. I had allowed a stranger to come into my home and do what he wanted with my body. He could have been anyone. He could have done anything to me.
My heart was still racing, the way it had been from the moment I heard him enter the apartment. When he opened my bedroom door and clicked off the light, I’d been terrified. It was so dark I couldn’t even see shadows.
I jumped when he spoke, but he assured me that I was safe. Just hearing his voice made me feel secure, among doing other things to me.
I was so wet for him it was embarrassing, and I hoped he couldn’t smell my arousal. Although I couldn’t see him, and he hadn’t touched me, I could feel him as he moved around my body.
Having him this close without physical contact was torture. At one point, he stood in front of me and I could feel his eyes as they stared at my breasts. The gentle puffs of air as he exhaled right over my nipple caused me to thrust my chest forward, hoping for any form of contact.
When he asked me if I wanted him to touch me, I said yes. It didn’t matter that he’d told me he wouldn’t be gentle and that he would use me for his pleasure. I should have been afraid, but it only excited me more.
He was pleased at my admission, but disappointed in me for thrusting out my breasts. I’d never felt so small in my life as when he had chastised me. As a consequence for my actions, he told me that I couldn’t have an orgasm that night. I would have thought his command would be impossible due to how wet I was, but when he said the words, somehow I knew I would obey.
I heard the front door close and I waited for at least a minute and a half more before I removed the blindfold.
Because the lights were still out in my room, I used the glow from the hall to find my robe and head to the kitchen. On the table there was a handwritten note, several pieces of paper, and a key. I sat down and read the note.
Dearest butterfly,
You pleased me today when you presented your body for inspection, and even more so when you offered it to me for my use. I want to make sure you fully understand what it means to submit your body to me for my pleasure. When you give yourself to me, your body will become mine to do with as I want. Sometimes my hands may be kind, and other times they may be rough and demanding. As my submissive, you will give yourself to me to do with as I see fit. Know that you may not always like what I say or do, but you will always be safe.
I have given you a survey to complete to make sure that we are compatible. Please take your time on it and answer honestly.
As for the key, that is to the elevator. You will find my playroom located on the top floor of this building. Use the key to get up to the penthouse. Once there, my playroom is located behind the red door. I would like you to go to there tomorrow after lunch. You will place your completed survey in the room. Then you will explore the area and become familiar with the equipment. I encourage you to touch or try anything that you like. If you have questions, you may ask me when I call you.
Sir
I read the letter twice more, stopping both times at the part where he stated that my body was his to do with as he saw fit. I wasn’t sure why it excited me so much, but like his words earlier, it did.
I was also shocked by the revelation that his playroom was in my building. I knew a bit about playrooms from an erotic story I had read online, but the fact that it was in my building meant that he probably lived here or close by. Maybe I knew him, had met him. The thought ricocheted through my head, exciting and terrifying me at the same time.
For a distraction, I picked up the packet of papers and started to read the instructions:
For each of these activities, mark whether or not you have experienced it and how much it appealed to you at the time. If you have not experienced that particular activity, your rating indicates the degree of satisfaction you think you would receive from that activity. Write the word ‘limit’ if the activity is something you would not be willing to consent to. Rank the remaining activities with a score of zero through five. Zero would be an activity that you would consider very undesirable, and a five indicates an activity that is very desirable.
It looked like a standard form—one he didn’t create—and I wondered why he was having me fill it out. I had never said no to him. Why did he think that there was anything that I wouldn’t do? I sighed and flipped to the first page. By the third page, I knew why. I tried to be open minded, but when it asked about diapers, I knew that I was walking into a whole new world. It turned out that there were a few things that I had hard limits on and wouldn’t do. There were also a few things that I had to look up on the internet, as I wasn’t sure the difference between a flogger, whip and crop.
I wasn’t sure about trying any of them, but I was intrigued, so I marked them as twos. When I finished the form, I read it over twice, making sure I still wanted what I had marked.
I’d put off bed long enough. I didn’t want to go to sleep without hearing his voice. It crushed me that he was disappointed in me, but I took consolation in the fact that he’d left the papers. It must mean he still wanted to talk to me.
Chapter 20
Sir
When I got back to my place, Payton was standing there, looking out the window toward Bec’s apartment. She looked perplexed.
“Payton?”
“Ollie. I thought, well I thought…” she stammered, shaken up. I’d never seen her at a loss for words. She took an unnecessary breath. “I was with Gabriel tonight. He was trying to help me explore my ability in prophesying, and I had one of you…well of you biting your butterfly’s breast and injecting your toxin. Gabriel said not to worry, but the prophecy seemed so real.”
Killing women during sexual acts was much more common for Bocaj than one might think. Our kind had been around for mil
lennia, and when humans were no more than small tribes scattered around the globe, male Bocaj often presented themselves as gods. Satiating their desire for food and sex, they would demand a sacrificial virgin. Injecting the female with toxin, they would then take turns fucking her paralyzed body for days. Even without being injected, the woman would have never survived, as her body would not have been able to withstand the power or duration of Bocaj fucking. I never wanted to take a human that way. And earlier, when my butterfly had thrust her breasts at me, I’d briefly imagined her with a broken pelvis and spine while I fucked her lifeless body. That image alone made it easy for me to resist the temptation.
I followed Payton’s gaze to where Bec sat at her table, no doubt reading my letter. I couldn’t imagine hurting her.
“It wasn’t that hard to resist, Payton. She surprised me was all, but I controlled myself. Tomorrow we are going to have our first scene in the playroom.”
“Ollie, that’s great!” she said, returning to her normal self. “I rushed over here so fast when I got the prophecy that I left without saying goodbye to Caleb. After I’d finished with Gabriel, I’d planned to have a scene with my two pets. Caleb was preparing little girl. I’m going to get back to him and reward my good boy for waiting.” She giggled. “Or punish him if he didn’t.”
I smiled as she left. It was nice to have people who were there to help me, who understood. Heading over to a chair facing the window, I sat down and watched Bec as she filled out the survey. At certain points her eyes would get wide, and at other points, she’d shift in her chair, rubbing her legs together. I wished that I could see the paper to know what got her so excited. I knew that she clearly was an exhibitionist, but I wondered what else got her aroused. A few times, she went to her laptop and looked things up, but I wasn’t able to see the screen.