Melissa stood to one side as Erik unlocked his front door. After a mostly quiet ride back from the city, he had taken her to the train station where she had left her car. She had pulled out of the parking lot behind him, then followed him back to his house.
Now standing in front of his front door, Melissa asked, “Why’d you lock the door? I’ve never seen you do that before.”
“Mrs. Grady and Chuck were off visiting some friends this weekend.” He finally got the door open, and they walked in together.
“So you were alone for the weekend?”
“True. It was surprisingly lonely. I suppose I’ve gotten used to having you around. That’s why I called Michael, to see if he wanted to get together this afternoon.”
She smiled mischievously, “Oh no, Erik. Once you start actually needing people, who knows where that could lead?”
Erik paused before responding. Finally, he said, “I’m glad you’re feeling more like joking around. I was worried about you on the drive back. But, um… Ouch? That hit a tender spot.”
“I didn’t…”
He held up a hand to interrupt her. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I deserve it. The thing is, I’m surprised how much it’s become a sensitive spot. Once upon a time, before you came along, I was doing well enough on my own. Hell, I enjoyed being alone. Now, that world seems gone.”
“Call me ‘Shiva, destroyer of worlds.’”
“I like calling you ‘Mel’ better.”
“Sure, I like that better too.”
“Uh, since we’re talking about my faults, we probably need to adjust the way that I’ve been throwing you into new things. The public sex thing in the bar didn’t work out so well.”
She was thoughtful for a moment, then said, “I think a lot of my reaction was because I’d just come back from my parents, and the contrast really weirded me out. Still does, kind of…” She shook her head to clear it. “But I did love submitting to you in the bar. It, ah… it made me really horny to do that in public, but the shame blowback after it was over was… intense.”
He nodded his head. “We all hit things like that – stuff that pushes shame hot buttons. When I first started spanking a girlfriend, I loved it. I think she liked it too. But I felt horrible afterward. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being an evil monster because I enjoyed hitting a woman. It was a long time before I could accept that, if she liked being spanked, then it wasn’t abuse. More than that, though, I struggled to accept that the sexual rush I felt from spanking a woman didn’t mean I had some secret desire to harm women. That wasn’t easy. Everyone I know in kink has found hot-button issues that are shameful and difficult. It takes work to unpack them.”
“Wow, so you really felt guilty about spanking someone when you first started?”
“Sure. I mean, what kind of sicko gets off on beating women?”
“Well, when you put it that way, it is pretty grim.”
“Yep, but that wasn’t really my point. You see, I’ve just been springing this stuff on you. The thing is, that’s not how a healthy dom/sub relationship works. Doms and subs need to negotiate ahead of time what is okay and not okay.”
“But I like being surprised – well, usually. And anyway, I can always use my safe word.”
“When I screwed up with being too rough in the shower a week or two ago, even though you did use your safe word, that was simply wrong. When a dom constantly plunges ahead, relying on a sub to safe-word, that’s abuse. I should never, ever, deliberately push you to a place where you have to safe-word out. The only time your safe-word should be necessary is because of something unintended, or fatigue, or because something just isn’t working out.”
“Okayyy, I get that, but I also don’t want to plan everything out with you, down to the last detail. A lot of what I love about being your sex slave is that you are in control, and I really like how creative you are. It would be a lot less fun if I had to help plan and approve everything ahead of time.”
“True, but I’m not asking for that type of planning. Mostly… well, there are these lists of fetishes and activities – I’ll have to dig one up on the web – we can go through the list and check-mark what each of us likes, what we’d never do, and what we might be willing to try doing if the other person really wants it. The idea is that each of us fills out these check boxes on our own, and then we get together to compare lists.”
“Oh, well, I guess that could be kind of fun. But you still might have to explain some of the stuff to me.”
He laughed, “I don’t know – you’re getting pretty advanced.”
“Maybe, but I didn’t even know what a Gorean slave position was until this afternoon.”
“Okay, but did you like it, hate it, or is it in the ‘willing to do it, but don’t love it’ column?”
“Sort of liked it. I mean, I liked where it led. And it was sort of like my old ballet classes, but I don’t think I’d like having to practice those poses for an hour a day. Um, how about you? Do the poses do something for you?”
“I’m mostly in the same place. You do look very alluring in those poses, and I like that you know the basic ones. I love when you kneel in Nadu with your butt on your heels. And you looked pretty damn spectacular when you did your slave bow.”
“That arching back thing?”
Erik nodded.
“That, my dear Master, is a very cruel position. I guess it looks sexy, but… I’d need to strengthen my core a hell of a lot to hold it for more than thirty seconds.”
“Well, we don’t need to worry about any more of that for tonight. After how rough your day’s been, what do you need in order to relax? Warm bath? Candlelit dinner?”
Melissa thought for a long moment. Finally, she answered, “Fuck that shit. I want you to take me to the other side of the looking glass, tie me up, whip me, and fuck me in every hole you can.”
Erik looked at her, a little uncertain, “It has been a very intense day. Are you sure?”
“You said ‘relax.’ I can’t think of a better way to relax.”
“Okay. So, since I’m doing ‘request night,’ any particular ‘hole’ you want me to cum in?”
“I want your cum in my cunt, my ass, and my mouth. I want it overflowing. I want to be so full of your cum; it’s pouring out of me.”
Erik laughed softly, “That sounds like a wonderful fantasy, but, you know, the reality may be a little short of those high expectations.”
“By the time you finish tying me up, whipping me silly, and then fucking the crap out of me – you think I’ll notice… or even care?”
“Um, you do seem quite determined.”
“Damn straight.”
Erik gave her a slow nod. He took her hand and walked down the steps with her, then turned toward her room. Even though she slept in his room, most of her clothes were still in the room he’d given her when she first arrived.
He stopped at the door. “Take everything off. Wear only leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles.”
“No shoes?”
“No shoes. Barefoot.”
“Oh. Uh, a collar?”
He smiled, “Yes, you may always wear a collar. When you’re ready, come downstairs to the looking glass.”
“Yes, Master.”
He drew her into his arms and gave her a long kiss. She closed her eyes, melting into him. Finally, he stepped back, caressed her cheek, then walked away.
She went inside the room, lightheaded. Passing a corner of the four-poster bed, she reached out to a bedpost so she could steady herself. Feeling her exhaustion, she drew in closer to the cool wood, until she was slumping against the bedpost. After a minute, she visualized sloughing off her accumulated tension, letting the pieces of her day slip away from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Playing this image through her head did help her feel lighter. She wondered, however, if Erik’s suggestion of a hot bath might have been a better idea. She laughed, “Not that I’d ever do the smart thing,” she told the empty room.
Receiving no answer, other than the whisper of the air conditioning vents, she levered herself away from the bedpost and headed into the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, she was relieved to see that she didn’t look as exhausted as she felt. She unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall away. Rather than taking the time to unbutton her blouse, she pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor next to her skirt.
Studying herself in the mirror, she straightened her posture, pulling her shoulders back to lift her breasts. All of the physical exercise she’d been getting had succeeded in making her lower belly pudge vanish. Peering back and forth, she decided that her waist was slimmer and tighter as well. All in all, she really liked the way she looked, but she couldn’t image how she could keep it up without the intense workouts she was getting.
Inspecting her breasts in the mirror, she wasn’t sure if they had gotten any bigger from the change in birth control pill, but at least they hadn’t gotten any smaller or droopier from her loss of body fat.
She mimed performing in a music video in front of the mirror, “I’m too sexy for my love, my love, my love. Yeah, baby. Too sexy for my love.”
Laughing, she pivot-turned and plopped down on the toilet seat. As she emptied her bladder, she bent over and undid the ankle straps on the borrowed heels. Pulling off the shoes, she massaged her toes for a bit, trying to ease out the crease marks from where the toe straps had dug in. Finished with the toilet, she headed into the closet.
“Hmmm,” she said, letting her fingers trace down a bank of dark wood drawers, “bondage cuffs are… here…” She slid out a drawer, revealing a selection of nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and jewelry dangling on golden chains that were attached to balls for inserting into her rectum. “Oh, lots of pretty things. I really ought to wear them more often.” Looking through the drawer, she took out a decorative set of nipple clamps, connected by three draping lengths of gold chain. She held them up to her breasts, admiring how they looked in the mirror. Then she reminded herself that Erik had been very specific about only wearing cuffs and a collar.
She put the nipple clamps back, closed the drawer, then opened the one below. “Ah, here they are!” Several different sets of wrist and ankle cuffs lay in the drawer. Her favorite ones were made from deep green leather, but they weren’t lined, and she wanted something more comfortable for tonight. So she lifted out a set of black leather cuffs. The outside of each cuff was made from the same sort of heavy belting leather as the green cuffs, but the inside of the black ones had a layer of foam padding, covered by buttery soft black kid-skin leather. Each cuff was already formed in a partial cylinder, ready to capture her wrists and ankles in a gentle embrace.
She closed the drawer and knelt down to the floor to put them on. Once she was done, she stood up and pulled open the drawer holding her collars. She smiled because she didn’t have any difficulty remembering the correct drawer for her collars. Picking the right one, however, was harder. She let her hand drift across some of her favorites: a simple black leather choker, a chrome steel band, a stacked set of gold silk ropes, then stopped at a new one. It was a band of blackened silver, with a contrasting bright silver design of Celtic knot work winding around the outside of the band. In the very front, the knot work became three dimensional. A loop of stranded bright silver wire stood out far enough from the band to act as a ring. A thin chain was laying next the collar. The chain could clearly be attached to use as a leash.
She lifted the collar from the drawer and gently pulled it open. The metal band was springy, and there was no closure in back. She spread the collar open wider and slipped it around her neck. The ribbon of metal fit closely, in almost the same way as a stretchy fabric choker. She was glad to discover the metal was light enough to be comfortable.
Stepping to the mirror, she admired how the collar looked around her neck. She decided it was gorgeous.
Suddenly realizing that she had wasted more time than she probably should have, she pushed the drawer closed and hurried downstairs.
As she walked into his closet, she saw the mirror, with it’s carved wood frame, was angled out from the closet’s back wall, revealing a dark opening into the secret room. “Step through the looking glass,” she thought as she walked up to the opening.
In the dimly lit interior, she saw Erik in the middle of the room, coiling up a length of rope. He set it on a small table next to him, next to a handful of other objects.
Looking up, Erik said, “Come in. Close the mirror behind you.”
She stepped through and pushed the mirror shut, cutting off the outside.
Self-consciously, she walked over to Erik and knelt before him in the pose she now knew was called Nadu. He was silent, standing there dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black leather jeans. Like her, he was barefoot. She usually wore five or six-inch heels that he preferred when she was around him. Walking up to him in her bare feet reminded her of how much taller he was.
“Stand,” he said, “and turn around.”
She complied. Behind her, she heard him get something from the table. She caught a waft of a light, oily fragrance. Erik stepped behind her and began to rub oil into her skin. He started at her neck, working down her shoulders and her back, to her buttocks. She wasn’t surprised when his thumb slipped inside her anus. She relaxed against his pressure as he pushed upwards, using the thicker base of his thumb to widen her opening.
His thumb slid out of her, quickly to be replaced by a long, thick dildo, with a slight narrowing at the base, before it flared back out again. He slid it into her, until the narrowest point nestled into her sphincter, commanding her, “Don’t let it slip out.” Worried about how slippery it was, she clenched her butt muscles, determined to keep the dildo in place.
While she focused, he continued to apply oil to her legs. Once he finished the back, he walked around in front of her and began to coat her front with oil, starting at her neck.
“Oh good,” he noted, “you found the new collar.”
“Yes Master, it is very beautiful.”
He had worked his way down her breasts as he replied, “I thought you might appreciate it, with the Celtic design.”
“Yes Master, your slave is very grateful.”
As he continued down her belly, she fought the ticklish feeling. Then she had to fight just as hard not to react as he reached her sex.
In her distraction, she relaxed her butt muscles enough that the dildo shot out of her, bouncing across the floor.
She gasped, “I’m sorry Master.”
“You certainly will be,” he replied, as he worked his way down her legs, finishing at the tops of her feet. Then he stood up and rubbed oil along the length of each of her arms until all of her glistened in the low light.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. After her mistake in losing the dildo, Melissa was careful to be a proper slave, keeping her eyes only looking straight ahead. When Erik looked away, however, her gaze flicked down to his crotch. She was elated to see a sizable bulge in his black leather pants.
Erik repositioned her slightly to her right. The he reached out into the dimness to her left grabbing the end of a rope that he tied onto the D-ring of the cuff on her left wrist. The short length of the rope lifted her arm in the air.
Walking to her right, he repeated the same process, leaving her with arms outstretched, pulled taut between the two ropes. Next, he used snap hooks to attach a spreader bar between her ankle cuffs, widening her stance and pulling her lower, which increased the tension on her arms.
After disappearing behind her again, he returned to tie ropes to the outsides of her ankle cuffs, leading to ring bolts set in the floor on either side of her. Once he was finished, she was spread eagle, held firmly in place by ropes.
Finally, he tied another length of rope to a ring bolt in the ceiling above her. The rope hung down in front of her. He retrieved the dildo that had fallen out of her and cleaned it off. From behind, he reached through her legs to grasp the rope dangling in front of her. Then he replaced the dildo in her rear.
Pulling the rope tight between her legs, he trapped the dildo in place as he drew the rope upwards and threaded it through the ring bolt over her head. Then he pulled the rope taut, lifting her heels off the floor until she was standing on the balls of her feet, in ballet half-toe. The pressure the rope put on her clitoris was intense, almost bordering on painful, but she found she could keep the sensation tolerable by staying on half-toe.
Erik whispered in her ear, “Comfortable?”
“My Master takes such good care of me. I did ask to be tied up, and you have truly immobilized me. And you have arranged it so I am perfectly comfortable, but only if I remain completely motionless.”
“Ah yes, so you begin to understand my treacherous plot. But to fully grasp the essentials of your predicament, you must remember what you requested happen next.”
Melissa’s eyes flew open in horror as she realized the Erik was going to whip her. Even the slightest movement on her part would slide the rope past her aching clitoris. “But Master, that would be so cruel…”
“Alas, perhaps next time you will manage to retain whatever toys I shove up your ass.”
She hung her head in defeat, “Yes, Master.”
Erik disappeared from view behind her. A moment later, she heard ‘swish, swish, swish’ as he cut a flogger through the air with practice strokes. When the sound stopped, he asked lightheartedly, “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Before she could decide if he wanted her to answer or if the question was rhetorical, the first blow of the flogger swept across her buttocks. Involuntarily, she jerked, arching her back away from the flogger. A full handbreadth of rope slid backward between her legs. She gasped, then took several whimpering breaths.
Just as she started to steady herself, the flogger struck from the other side. Her only salvation was that she was already pushed about as far forward as was possible against her bonds. Even with that advantage, however, she still flinched to the side, which set off a cascade of intensity as the rope tugged against her.
Breathing rapidly, she managed to brace herself in time for the next blow. She swayed against the ropes, but successfully avoided any sudden spike in sensation.
Back and forth, the flogger swept across her buttocks. The rhythm carried her far away, to the foggy warmth of subspace. Her body responded to each new blow without conscious thought. Instead, she floated in a netherworld of arousal, strangely content to be denied an orgasm that might release her.
She didn’t even notice when the flogging stopped. When Erik released the rope between her legs, she vaguely noted her relief at not having to stand on half-toe.
He released her arms, bringing them behind her back, then took one of the rope ends that was dangling from the ring bolt overhead and tied her wrist cuffs together. Carefully supporting her wavering body, he pulled on the other end of the rope, drawing her arms upward.
With her arms tied behind her and her wrists being slowly pulled upward, her torso was inevitably forced to bow forward in order to relieve the pressure. Soon, her upper body was parallel to the floor. As Erik slowly pulled the tension on the rope even tighter, she had to rise back up on half-toe, so she could relieve the pressure on her shoulder joints, even though her aching calf muscles complained painfully.
Seemingly satisfied with her position, Erik tied off the rope and stepped behind her. He wrapped his hands around her hips on either side, lifting her a little, which helped diminish some of the pressure on her calves and shoulders.
“Excellent,” he said, “you retained the butt dildo this time.”
Melissa didn’t reply. Although the fog of subspace was dissipating, she was still floating along. Erik’s tone didn’t sound like a command, so she let his words flow by, without parsing their meaning.
Her inattentiveness was jarred into awareness, however, when Erik’s penis suddenly slid deep into her. With him in her vagina and the dildo’s pressure in back, her entire awareness suddenly coalesced around the wonderful fullness that was centered between her hips.
With excruciating deliberateness, Erik gradually slid in and out of her. Before, when he was flogging her, she had been content to float along at the edge of an orgasm, but now she felt a desperate greediness to achieve an orgasm, craving the release it would bring. She tried throwing herself back against him, but the ropes and his firm grip on her hips immobilized her.
Finally conscious enough to speak coherently, she begged him, “Please Master, let me come. Please…”
She heard his deep rumbling laugh. “Oh, now she’s back. Well, my little one, you’ll be allowed to come when I tell you to… not before.”
Melissa trembled, breathing quickly. She leaned forward against the pressure of the rope that was pulling her arms upward behind her, despite the ache in her shoulders. Even that pain, however, seemed to be fueling the intensity of her need. She lost herself in time, whimpering quietly.
His pace picked up, and she returned to greater awareness again, her eyes large. She was growling with each breath, angry at being forced to hold herself back – at the torture of not being allowed to come. In that moment, he leaned forward and whispered, “You may now come.”
He carefully supported her as she writhed and spasmed. As her motions became more frenzied, he lifted her in the air and held her, so that she wouldn’t hurt herself as she threw herself against her bonds.
She was only vaguely aware of his cocooning, as her body seemed to catch fire and explode. All of the tension of the weekend, and the deepening admission of their mutual love, and the intensity of their lovemaking – all of it merged into an orgasm that rolled on and on.
Finally, exhausted and panting, she hung in the air, impaled on his penis and held in place by his arms around her, along with the ropes binding her. She breathed deep lungfuls of cool air, as Erik shifted to support her with only one arm wrapped under her. He used his free hand to undo the knots holding her wrist cuffs together. After a minute of one-handed tugging, the rope came loose, slipping away from the D-rings on her wrist cuffs, as her arms fell helplessly down to her sides, nearly grazing the floor below her.
Holding her in the crook of his arm, he carefully repositioned her so that she sat on the floor, with her legs out in front of her at an angle forced by the spreader bar. He gently leaned her upper body backward, to lie on the floor.
At some point, as he was releasing her from her ankle cuffs, she drifted into sleep. She came briefly awake as he eased the dildo out of her, then slipped back into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
What seemed hours later, she woke up in Erik’s bed, with him spooned around her. She nestled into him. The slight movement of nestling closer, however, awakened a myriad of aches and pains in her body, causing her to groan.
Behind her, Erik asked, “Are you back with the living?”
“I’m not sure,” she mumbled. “What the fuck was that position you tied me in?”
“It’s called a Strappado. Back in the Middle Ages, it was used for torture.”
“As Serena would say, ‘no shit, Sherlock.’”
“But used carefully, a strappado is a wonderful way to immobilize someone for sex.”
“Yeah. That was kind of intense.” She snuggled back against him, mumbling, “Fucking freaky goddamn intense.”
“As I recall, you specifically requested being tied, whipped, and fucked.”
She purred in a vibrating imitation of a cat’s purr, then added a contented, “Yeah.”
After a minute, she said, “But didn’t I ask for you to take me in every hole, and cum in me too?”
He laughed quietly, “You seemed a bit too out of it to go any further. Some aftercare seemed in order.”
“Hmmm. You know that your little slave girl is a wimp.”
“Hardly.”
She sighed happily. After a bit, she asked, “You know what?”
“What?”
“I really gotta pee. And I’m starving.”
“Me too, on both counts.”
“Oh, so you gonna pee on me again?”
“I thought that wasn’t your kink.” He chuckled a little, “Guess I’ll have to start drinking cranberry juice every day.”
“Huh?”
“Makes pee smell and taste better.”
“Eww, right, that taste. Okay, maybe just a little bit of pee play, here and there – you know – like on special occasions.”
“So, are you going to stay in bed, talking about peeing, tormenting the guy who’s been awake beside you for an hour and needing to pee the whole time? Or are you going to get up and go pee?”
“Gosh, I don’t know. We could talk some more.”
“And gosh, you know, that strappado rope is still hanging from the ring bolt.”
“Alright then,” she said in a bright voice, flinging off the covers, “time to go make wee-wee.”
She hopped out of bed, striding toward the bathroom. Erik threw himself out of bed behind her. In her second step, her knee buckled and she started to fall.
Erik reached her in time to catch her. “Whoa, Nelly. Let’s take it a little slower.”
“Um, okay. That’s weird, I’m not sure everything’s working quite right.”
He reassured her, “I checked you out when I put you in bed. I’m pretty sure you’re fine, but some of your muscles are probably pretty sore.”
“Wow, my calves are trembling. They haven’t been this bad since I first went on toe.”
“Just give yourself a minute.”
Melissa leveraged herself up to standing straight, then she alternated pointing and flexing one foot, then the other. While she was working out her kinked muscles, Erik asked, “How long did you dance on pointe?”
“A couple of years. The ballet school I went to didn’t believe in pointe shoes until after you were fifteen.”
“Hmm. Better now?”
“Yeah. Boy, you really flew out of bed. How’d you know I was going to fall?”
“It’s a dom’s responsibility. If I’m going to torture you like that, then I damn well better be there to catch you if you fall.”
She started walking toward the bathroom, much steadier now. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it torture. And I do seem to recall that I specifically and precisely requested what I received, except, of course, for being made to wait so goddamn long before I was allowed to come.”
He snorted, “Yeah, I really thought I’d screwed up and missed your peak, and then you came back around to an even higher peak.” He smiled, “I guess I got lucky, and you caught that one at the top.”
She walked into the shower, without turning on the water, and looked at him in surprise. “You mean you don’t perfectly time everything?”
He shook his head with a grin, “I do a lot of guessing. Don’t tell other doms, though. They’d make fun of me.” He looked around at the shower, then asked, “Didn’t you need to pee?”
Melissa lowered herself a little stiffly into a kneeling Nadu pose. After a moment, she breathed out a long breath and a yellow stream splashed onto the tiles underneath her. With a coy smile, she looked up and asked, “Didn’t you need to pee too, Master?”
Erik chuckled, then lifted his penis to direct a powerful stream across her breasts. He played the stream back and forth across her until his flow finally ebbed away. A blissful smile of relaxation settled on his face, and he sighed deeply.
She looked up at him, amused. After a moment, she told him, “It’s okay if you want to pee in my mouth too. The taste isn’t really all that horrible.”
He laughed, “I had an asparagus salad for lunch. So yeah, the taste would have been truly horrible. Asparagus is sort of the opposite of cranberry juice.”
“Oh, well, thanks then.”
He helped he back up to her feet, then turned on the water for the shower. Once the water warmed up, they shared a long, relaxing shower.
Finally, Melissa announced, “Okay, now I’m really starving.”
They quickly dried off and walked up to the kitchen, wearing only towels. Erik pointed her at the table, “Sit down and relax. I’ll throw something together.”
Too tired to argue, she slumped in a chair, her towel came loose and fell open as she sat down. She looked down at herself, bemused, and left the towel as it was. After a minute, Erik brought over a plate of sliced baguette and several different cheeses, along with a few apples and pears. He set the plate down, then retrieved a bottle of mineral water and two glasses.
Melissa grumbled as she spread brie on a small slice of bread, “Goddamn healthy eating. Between this ‘good for you’ food and all the exercise, no wonder I’m losing weight.”
Erik took a bite of his cheese and bread, then commented, “Most women wouldn’t complain about losing weight.”
“Yeah, well you’re just doing it so you can turn me into some cover girl, Tomb Raider, action babe.”
“Well, sure. All us guys are just shallow adolescents at heart.”
“Humph.”
After that, they ate in silence, both worn out from the day.
Eventually, Melissa sighed, contentedly full. She stood up and pushed the food out of the way, then laid her upper body across the table. She demanded, “Now finished fucking me, ass and mouth, and remember, I want to taste your cum.”
Erik raised his eyebrows in surprise, “My, my, she’s become so insistent.”
“Hey, I did my slave duties today, in goddamn triplicate. Now I want to get fucked and go to sleep.”
“Okay, okay. I didn’t say I was complaining.” Indeed, as Erik stood up, she could see that he was already mostly erect.
He walked behind her, admiring her naked form splayed out across the table. Then he reached down and started spanking her buttocks.
She lowered her head with a contented groan, resting her cheek on the table. She asked, “A spanking too?”
He answered, “Helps me get nice and hard.”
“Just makes me horny as hell,” she complained.
“Same difference.” He stopped spanking her to pour some oil over his thumb, using a bottle of olive oil on the table. “You know where my thumb is going?”
“Up my ass, Master.”
He confirmed her guess by reaching behind her and sliding his thumb tip past the ring of her sphincter. She relaxed to take the full length and width of his thumb inside her, letting him penetrate up to where the base of his thumb met his palm. He twisted his thumb back and forth, massaging her opening, which only increased her arousal.
When his thumb finally slid back out of her, she braced herself and was quickly rewarded with the full length of his penis sliding inside her. She idly wondered at what point she had come to so deeply enjoy being penetrated this way, but there was no denying that she now enjoyed anal intercourse nearly as much as vaginal. Amused at her sluthood, she realized that even giving oral sex was stimulating in its own way, although it was never going to give her an orgasm. More and more frequently, however, anal penetration was bringing her to an orgasm. “Of course,” she thought, “A guy in every hole at once…” A smile crept across her face. “God I’m such a slut.”
Erik reached underneath her hips, placing a finger under her clitoris, so that every time he rocked her forward by thrusting into her, her clitoris slid across his finger.
“Uuuhh,” she complained, “that’s cheating.”
He didn’t answer, except to increase his tempo. Very quickly, she was carried over the edge and into a gentle, rolling orgasm. She tightened her sphincter, grabbing onto his penis as it slid in and out of her.”
“Oh no,” he told her, “I’ll cum a little bit in your ass, but I’m saving the rest for your mouth.”
“Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh,” she answered in rhythm with his thrusts, “yes, Master.”
Slowing down, he slid out of her. As he walked around the table, he grabbed the bottle of mineral water and a napkin. He poured the little bit of water that remained in the bottle over his penis, then wiped away the wetness with the napkin.
Melissa had just used the enema wand in the shower, until her flow was clear, so she hadn’t been very worried, but she was grateful in any case that he had taken the extra step of cleaning himself.
She rolled her head up to meet him, just as he positioned himself to put his penis in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the head of his penis as he repositioned himself to enter her more easily. Then he started pushing himself in and out, carefully not pressing too hard against the back of her mouth, until it was clear that her gag reflex was under control. She arched her head further back, to bring her neck more in line with the thrusts of his penis, and then she yawned her throat open to take him in deeply. His tempo picked up as he thrust deeper and deeper until the full length of his penis was disappearing into her mouth.
His orgasm began with a deep, rumbling growl, low in his throat, quickly rising in volume to a roar. He surprised her by pulling his penis back into her mouth as his semen jetted out, suddenly filling her mouth. She worked her tongue around and around the head of his penis, which wound up completely coating her tongue in the salty bitter taste.
With a final deep sigh, he rocked back on his heels, letting his penis slide free from her mouth. His retreating penis left a trail of semen and saliva from her mouth to the edge of the table.
She lay there, very satisfied. With a contented smile, she let more semen and saliva drool from her mouth onto the table.
As the puddle underneath her expanded larger, she finally roused herself. With a hidden smile, she raised her head and started licking the table’s surface clean.
After a few licks, Eric laughed, “Alright, already. It’s time for you to get back in bed.”
“Nut-uh, I’m finishing my dessert first.” Having committed herself, Melissa spent another half a minute, licking most of his remaining semen off the table. Finally, she said primly, “Okay, you can carry me to bed.”
“God, this is all I need, a high-maintenance slave. Mistress Amy is never going to let me live it down.” He gathered her in his arms to carry her back to his bed.
She mumbled sleepily, “Fucking-A. You’ve turned me into a spoiled rotten little slave girl. Perhaps you’ll have to whip me again in the morning, to punish me.” She yawned, then added, “That’d be nice.”