by Kimmy Vere
No Going Back
Kimmy Vere
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No Going Back
Identity is always a tricky concept. On the one hand, you have the same name and people expect you to act the same way from day to day. And yet, identity depends on where you are and who you might be with. This was certainly true for Britney.
With her thick, wavy brown hair, bright, vivacious eyes, and ready smile, she was always the cheerful friend who looked out for those she loved most. Then at work, she was a competent data clerk, entering information, checking results, and generally doing a good job. Her managers always knew that they could count on her.
Those were two of her identities: friend and office employee.
But at home, she was someone else entirely.
When she opened her front door and walked into the house, she saw her husband seated there on their black, leather couch. He still wore his slacks and jacket, although he had removed his tie, setting it aside as he answered emails or read the news. When she walked in, he glanced up at her and said simply, “Five minutes.”
With a nervous little gulp, she nodded even though his attention had already stepped back to the computer on his lap. She scurried into the bedroom, pulled off her blouse, removed her skirt, and stripped away her bra and panties.
The white fabric was just too boring.
She needed to wear something more interesting.
Breathing out slowly, she pulled out a different pair of panties. Black with lacy trim, these had two words decorating the back side: Spank Me!
Britney knew this might be a mistake, but she pulled on the fresh underwear. Next, she scurried over to the headboard, and she examined the different possibilities. Red. Pink. Black. Breathing out slowly, she picked up the red one, slipped the leather between her teeth, and then she walked back into the hallway.
A few feet outside of her husband’s line of sight, Britney breathed out slowly, doing everything she could to keep herself calm. Yes, they had done this many times before, yet the thrill never went away. She always felt that twinge of anxiety run through her body, especially because this world was so different. At work, she was cheerful but professional. Here, she would become something, or maybe someone, else entirely.
She puffed out her cheeks for just a second with the taste of leather on her lips before she lowered herself down to her hands and knees.
Like the obedient slave she had become, Britney crawled to her Master’s feet. She looked up at Adam, and she waited there, her weight braced on her knuckles.
He continued to read for several more minutes. On some level, Britney understood that this was another expression of his authority.
Simply because she showed up with a collar dangling from her mouth, that didn’t mean he had to react right away. He could take his time. She was there for his pleasure, so she would wait for him to act first. In the meantime, she needed to behave, which meant waiting there quietly like the well-trained slave she had become.
Finally, Adam set his tablet aside and ran his gaze up and down her naked body.
She remained on her hands and knees, braced just like a pet. She kept her gaze directed down at his black, leather shoes.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
At once, she straightened her back, raising her chin and staring straight ahead. He took the collar from her mouth and slipped it around her neck. When she felt that band right there, she knew that she was owned.
Of course, she had already behaved well, but now there was that physical symbol.
“Good girl,” he said after he tightened the latch on the collar. But this wasn’t just something you could get at a pet store. Oh no. There was one more step.
Click.
When she heard the lock engage, Britney flinched.
“What’s wrong, slave?”
“Nothing, Master,” she said.
Adam leaned forward slowly. He stroked his hand against her cheek, making her shiver. Her nipples hardened because she knew that gaze.
Damn it.
Before they met, Britney always thought of herself as the independent girl who could never be controlled. But on the first night they met, he started seducing her, teasing and flirting with her. He made her feel small and powerless but also loved and desired. He made her want to be owned. The first time he slipped that collar around her neck, she had felt the flood of heat through her body, that slick desperation right between her legs even as her nipples hardened.
It was the same all over again now.
“I’m going to tell you about tonight. But you have to earn it.”
“How may I serve you, Master?” She sounded like a harem slave from another age.
He beckoned her forward, and she crawled into position, already suspecting what he had in mind. Sure enough, he nodded, and she tentatively reached for the zipper on his pants. She gently pinched that tab between her fingertips and pulled it down. She could see his erection pushing against his pants.
Breathing in and out slowly, Britney told herself that she could do this. She tried to ignore that same flash of humiliation that came every time her Master gave her this order.
“Go on,” he commanded. “You don’t want to earn a punishment, do you?”
She gave a quick shake of her head. No, she really, really didn’t, especially because she understood how cruel her Master could be. She had tried to imagine herself in a domineering or controlling position on a couple of different occasions, yet she knew that her determination would melt away. Ultimately, she would give this man whatever he demanded.
Like right now, she licked her lips as he reached up, gliding his fingers over the top of her head before pressing his fingers down. He nudged her closer and closer to his erection.
The tip of his cock was already damp with his excitement.
“Yes,” he said, easily able to guess her thoughts. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot today.”
Britney didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge his comments before she found her moist lips wrapped around his cock. She bowed her head down, taking him inch by inch just the way he expected.
She didn’t get to hear a hiss of pleasure through his teeth. She didn’t get to feel the tension flare through his body either. She knew that she was a good cock
sucker because he had trained her well, but he didn’t allow himself to get overly excited.
She licked, gently flicking her tongue along the curves of his cock. As she sucked, she felt utterly used, but she couldn’t help herself. It felt so good.
Even as her face flushed and she felt the humiliation, he couldn’t help but tease her some more, “This isn’t what you thought our relationship would be like, is it?”
He had made this comment before, but it still stung.
No. This wasn’t what she had anticipated. This wasn’t what she had hoped for either.
“You probably pictured yourself as some princess or aristocratic lady, a girl who could get all of this respect. But is that how you feel right now?”
She opened her eyes and saw the base of his shaft glisten where she had licked only a second before. Now she looked up at him, their eyes met again, and another wave of heat crashed down against her face. She felt as though she had been slapped.
He grabbed her by her hair, taking a firm grip.
“Sorry, Britney. You’re property now, aren’t you? That’s who you are, and that’s who you need to be. You’ve allowed yourself to be completely trained. Isn’t that right, slave?”
Just as she tried to answer, he pushed her head back down, impaling her face on his shaft. She felt the tip of his cock against the back of her throat, nearly causing her to gag. But over the course of their relationship, Britney had learned how to service him expertly, which meant she relaxed the muscles in her throat, suppressing her gag reflex like an obedient sex toy.
He pulled on her hair, sliding her lips along his length again.
“Oh, that feels good. That’s right. Keep sucking. You know how to obey your Master. You know how to please him. But I’ve been thinking about our relationship, Britney. I think something needs to change. You’ve been a deceptive little brat, haven’t you?”
This time, he relaxed his grip on her hair, allowing her to look up at him and pull her mouth away from his erection. “No, Master,” she said, genuinely shocked at the prospect. “I would never lie to you!”
“No, you wouldn’t lie to me. But what about our friends?”
Britney didn’t understand, only then he pushed her face back down toward the tip of his shaft. Obediently, she parted her lips and started licking, tightening her mouth around his circumference just the way he liked.
What about their friends? As she sucked his cock, bobbing her head up and down, she didn’t realize what he meant or intended. But then, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her tight mouth against his length. Oh, damn. That was incredible. It helped that he could look down and enjoy the abject surrender of this girl. Mostly naked, she served him to the best of her ability.
He had trained her well.
Britney continued to bob her head up and down until he slipped his hands back beneath the tresses of her full, brown hair. He took a solid grip, and started pumping her face, thrusting his hips up just a little bit as he used her.
Yes, he was using her, claiming her, reinforcing his authority over her.
That’s when she realized he was going to come in her mouth.
She started to whimper, begging. Her lips and tongue were otherwise occupied, so she could just make those frantic little noises from deep within the base of her throat.
But it was enough. It was enough for her Master to understand precisely what she wished to communicate.
Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t enough to get him to change his mind.
“I know you don’t like swallowing, but that doesn’t matter because you are mine,” he promised.
Britney tried to pull her head away. She did this instinctively, acting on some sort of animal impulse. She tried so hard to pull away, only to have her Master push her head back down. With all of the leverage, he had no problem shoving her back into place and making sure she did exactly what he wanted.
Moments later, she stopped struggling because she had to focus on gulping down his load, swallowing every drop as his cock pulsated in her mouth, shooting his come against the back of her throat.
She swallowed again and again, just like the obedient slave she had been trained to be.
And when he finished, he finally relaxed his hold on her. Tentatively, she pulled her head away.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now, I want you to kneel by the door with your head down.”
What?
After moments like this, he usually let her out of her collar. Or he would tell her to go get dressed so that she could make dinner. Instead it, Adam leveled his gaze upon her, and he didn’t say anything else. Britney could have questioned him, but she understood right away that doing so would be a mistake. This was her Master, and he had given her instructions.
She needed to obey.
Rather than risk walking, Britney crawled across the floor to the front door. She lowered herself back down to her knees and elbows, bowing her head forward as she waited.
“That’s very good. I like you in this position,” he said, walking over to her. By this point, he had a zipped up his pants again, so there was no outward sign that he had just climaxed or enjoyed her body.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
Immediately, Britney straightened up, bracing her weight on her knuckles and knees, just as he ordered. Simultaneously, she straightened her back, raising her chin and looking forward like a show dog.
He kneeled down beside her, brushed his fingers along the back of her calf, up her knee, over her thigh, all the way to her left buttock. Then he stroked her, making her shiver.
“If I check right now, are you going to be horny? Are you going to be slick right between your legs?”
“Yes, Master,” she said in that small, timid voice of hers. So often, Britney had a hard time admitting the truth.
“Let’s find out,” he said it as he slowly slid his hand between her legs. In this pose, she felt like an animal, livestock on display. And now her owner was examining her! It was like she didn’t have any rights, like she couldn’t speak up for herself.
Trained for slavery, Britney felt his fingers as he penetrated her.
She had never been able to explain this, but her Master had seen through the façade of her other identity, the one that said she was an independent woman capable of making her own decisions. Now he slid his fingers into her moist opening. He teased her slick crevice, touching her, exploring, studying.
She held her position admirably, fighting hard not to react. But then, he had trained her well.
“Very good,” he said. “I love knowing that you ready for me.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, faster this time as the adrenaline pumped through her body. She couldn’t help it. Whenever she had all of his focus like this, Britney experienced something powerful, a desperate kind of need that she couldn’t otherwise explain.
He stroked her and teased her, sliding his fingers in and almost pulling them out entirely. Every time he came close to withdrawing, she felt that little brush of panic, the worry that he might just stop. Or maybe he would allow her to climax? Britney couldn’t know one way or the other. She could never guess precisely what her Master was thinking.
And he liked it that way.
It was obvious he enjoyed keeping her off balance, making her wonder what might happen next.
“Good girl,” he teased, bringing his other hand up. As he fingered her, he grabbed her ass with his free hand, his fingers pushing down into her softly firm flesh. “I own you, Britney. Never, ever forget that. You belong to me. There’s a reason why I lock that collar around your neck. There’s a reason why you don’t get to even think about taking it off.”
“Yes, Master! Yes, Master, I understand!” She kept her chin up, knowing full well that if she abandoned her pose, even for a second, her owner would probably stop touching her, and she couldn’t stand that possibility.
“Good girl,” he said before finally pulling his hand away altogether. As he did so,
her eyes widened.
Desperation spread through her skin, little tendrils of need coiling along her arms, over her legs and down to her toes. She did everything she could to keep her bottom lip from trembling as she stared straight ahead.
“Do you want me to touch you again?”
“Yes!”
“Beg,” he said.
That one word cut through the haze of need to pummeling her body. Britney started to plead with him, “Please, Master! Please, would you touch me again? Please, I need it! I can’t take this! It’s not fair!”
His hand smacked down hard against her backside. She let out a quick squeal, pain and anticipation mixing together. Her slit was drenched by this point. She was so eager for sex of any kind!
“Do you get to tell me what’s fair?”
Britney bowed her head down, “No, Master.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, grabbing her hair and pulling on her scalp. She raised her head even more. Then he reached to down, striking at her ass one, two, three, four, five times! The pain buzzed along her skin, a steady rhythm of heat and agony glancing across her body.
When he finally let go of her hair, he came back up behind her.
Britney still didn’t move.
“Are you owned?”
“Yes, Master,” she said quickly.
“You are owned,” he agreed. That’s why you wear this.” He tugged on her collar. “And that’s why I can show you off to our friends.”
In her position, Britney couldn’t see any of the windows. Or even if she glanced at them from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t have been able to see much, not with the curtains covering them. But from his point of view, Adam had no problem spotting that flicker of movement as people came up to their front door.
Then they knocked.
Britney started to move, but Adam had anticipated this, so he grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her down into her requisite stance. Down on her knuckles and knees, just a few feet from the door, she looked at him, utterly confused.
“Don’t say anything,” he commanded.
He got up and walked to the front door.