Faithfully (Club Decadence) (8 page)

“My goodness, I want to submit to you but I don’t want to be treated like your… property.  I was hoping we could do this
on a limited basis, here in the bedroom.   We do fine outside with our domestic discipline, don’t we?  I just want to be able to uh…” Still embarrassed, she paused.  How could she explain that she wanted to give up all control to him in the bedroom?  “I’m not sure of the words, but pleasure slave keeps coming to mind.  Would you want that, for me to be your pleasure slave in the bedroom?”

“Hell yes
, I have those fantasies too, baby.  But I have to admit I’m relieved. I like your independence and I really didn’t want to pick out your clothes or tell you when to pee.”  She giggled at that and he returned her smile.  “Now that that’s cleared up, stay here for a second in the kneeling position.  I’ve got to get something.” 

He got up from the bench and went to her dresser
and started rummaging around for something.  “I believe your eyes are supposed to be on the floor in the Nadu position, correct?”

“Sorry, Master.”   Although her curiosity was killing her she dropped her gaze to the floor. 

He returned in a moment and sat.  Pulling her between his spread knees he ordered, “Open your eyes, pretty slave girl.”

She did and saw him holding up a velvet choker that she used to wear with a cameo back in the 70’s. 

“This is your temporary collar, slave.  Whenever you are wearing it, you will surrender yourself to me.  That means here in the bedroom, in the living room, if we travel away from home, and if we go back to a club to play.  This will be a symbol of my sexual ownership of you and your subservience to me.  Lift your hair so I may put on your collar, slave.  I believe I’ll start your training tonight.”

H
is words made her heart race and her breathing quickened and become shallow with her excitement.  This is what she had fantasized about after reading about the Gorean slaves and submission in the Story of O.  She obediently lifted her hair so he could affix her collar.  After he had secured it snugly around her neck, he sat back and looked at the stunning creature before him who was willing to fulfill all of his naughty fantasies.  Although not a vanilla couple by any means, he had stopped short of releasing the full extent of his fantasies upon her.

“Tonight I’d like to play with my new slave and my anniversary present. 
Tomorrow we’ll begin building our roles in this sexual power exchange.  Even though your contract says I can do anything to you, you will have a safeword and limits, my slave.  I’m not quite ready to go off the deep end yet.”  She was looking up at him with such love and trust and yes, lust shining from her eyes that he wanted to throw her over the bench right now and ride her until they both found release.  But, it was their anniversary.  They had the house to themselves and she had given him this wonderful toy to play with…. And the bondage bench, too.  He chuckled to himself at his own joke then gave his first command to his sex slave.

“Go
to the chest and get your cuffs, wrist and ankle, the tweezers clamps and the black-handled riding crop, slave.”

“Yes Master.”  Joanna started to stand but he stopped her with a hand in her medium length hair.  Grabbing a handful close
to the scalp, he tugged until she had returned to her kneeling position. This time her head was arched backward until she looked up into his face.

“You do not walk in your Master
’s presence without permission, slave.”  Her quick, indrawn breath gave away her excitement. “Does that arouse you, slave?  You’re trembling.”  He used his other hand to stroke down her body, over both breasts, her belly and to the small, neatly trimmed patch of curls between her legs.  He slipped his hand between her thighs and ran his fingers between her folds.  She was drenched.  “You are wet for your master.  That’s a very good slave.  And I like this little tuft of hair here.   Thank god you keep yourself trimmed.  How men survived the feminist 70’s without a compass and a weedwacker to find a woman’s clit still amazes me.”

Giggling she looked down at his playful fingers.  “I have friends who shave it all off and some who wax it completely
bare.  Ouch.”

“Who?”

“I can’t say, Master.  That would break a confidence.  Would you want me to be completely bare?  To shave it all off?”

“
Hm, smooth skin and no hair to tickle the nose holds some appeal.”

“I don’t mind
, it would grow back if we didn’t like it.”

“What a cooperative slave girl I have. 
But as your Master, if I wanted you bare, it would be my choice not yours.  Now, quit stalling and crawl to the chest.”

“Yes
, Master.”

Naked except for her collar, she crawled on hands and knees, her full ass undulating with every movement, her full breasts
hanging down like succulent, ripe fruit.  She was magnificent.  He watched fearing he would explode in his pants, until she disappeared into the big walk-in closet.

“Holy fuck!” He whispered
to himself.  Hoping his middle-baged heart was in good enough shape for all he wanted to do to her, he opened the bench.  After quickly referring to the detailed instruction manual, he smiled with wicked intent.  Then he proceeded to turn the bench into a modified medical table with the poles acting as stirrups.  The possibilities with his new toy were limitless. 

Joanna had returned wearing her cuffs and she waited patiently with her arms outstretched in the kneeling position, offering him the crop he had
requested.  Accepting the implement he laid it on the bed next to the forgotten paddle.  “Has your bottom recovered from last night’s spanking, slave?”

“Yes Master.  My thighs are still tender, though.”

“Noted, we will avoid those areas, tonight.   Especially since that leaves so many others available for the paddle and crop.”  He resumed his seat on the bench and unable to keep his hands from his pretty slave girl, petted and stroked her hair and soft skin.  “What was your intent for the paddle, slave?  Are you in need of a spanking?”

“I thought Master might feel the need to punish me for the bench.
”      

“Come across my lap and we’ll discuss it.”

Lying across his firm thighs, she realized that the bench was much higher than the ottoman and she didn’t have much support for both her hands and feet.  She could reach down and place her hands flat on the floor but this left her feet dangling without any leverage.  She heard Peter laugh softly at her predicament.

“I guess you
should have considered the specs on this item before purchase, my short little slave.  But don’t worry, your Master won’t let you fall.  In fact, I rather like having you helpless this way, give me your hands.”

Afraid to lose total control of her balance she lifted one at a time.  She put the right hand behind her back and held onto his restraining hand while she pushed off with the other.  She squealed as she teetered precariously and felt him link her wrists together.   She had no choice but to lay against him
, helpless and  vulnerable.

“This is just a taste of total power exchange, slave girl.  You now have no control of your body and have to trust your master to keep you safe.”  As he spoke
, he pulled her hips closer to him, centering and steadying her.  He then adjusted his right leg so she shifted teetered forward and her ass was presented higher.  “Spread your legs so your left drops over my knee, Joanna.  I want to play with my slave’s pretty pussy.”

She obeyed and found when she did, she was spread wide giving his fingers full access to play.  She was also happy to find that she could now reach the floor
the toes of one foot.  This little sense of security had her relaxing against him. 

“You can leave that foot on the floor as long as you don’t
use it to avoid my touch or my tools, my slave.”

“Yes Master.”  She then lost all ability to speak as he sank two fingers inside her and zoned
straight in on her G spot.  When his thumb joined in to circle and rub her clit, the groan that she gave seemed to come straight up from her toes and rippled throughout her body. 

“You are so wet.”  He stated the obvious as the wet slurping of his fingers frigging her pussy was loud in the quiet room.  He added a third finger and a fourth.  “You are not allowed to come without my permission
, of course.  I’m in the mood to play for a while so if you’re good, and wait for your pleasure, I’ll reward you in the end.”

“Thank you, Master.”  She was breathless
already, trying to keep from coming by panting wasn’t helping things.

He didn’t want to see her fail to comply with his order
s so soon, so he had mercy on her and removed his fingers.  They were slick with her juices and he couldn’t resist taking a taste.  “Mmmm, nectar of the Gods wouldn’t taste as sweet.”  A wicked idea occurred to him then and he gently let her slide off his lap to her knees.  When she raised her head to look at him, he offered his fingers.  “Clean me, slave.”

She hesitated at first, she had tasted herself before, on his lips or his cock, but to lick her own cream from his hand seemed naughty and salacious.  Careful what you ask for
, she told herself before opening her mouth to his hand.  

“No, don’t suck, stick out your tongue and lick it off.  I want to see you
lap up every drop like a kitten and its cream.”  And she did exactly that.  Her pink tongue lapped at his cream-covered fingers and the purring sound she made was almost too much for him.  He was going to blow in his pants if he didn’t have her soon.   He withstood it for another few seconds before pulling his hand away.  He stood and had his zipper down and his cock out the next second as he guided it to her lips that were wet with her own juices.

“You’re gonna have to take the edge off first or I’ll never make it.  Suck me.”

She eagerly took him between her lips.  Unlike some women, she enjoyed going down on her man.  It gave her a sense of power over him.  And although she was completely submissive without any desire to top or dominate Peter, she loved knowing she could make him lose control for just a few moments.  Tonight was a little different.  He was a bit more demanding as he sank both hands into her hair and controlled her head. 

Still cautions with his size and not wanting to gag her too much, he began to fuck her mouth as he would her pussy.  Sliding it in and out, watching the wetness of her saliva glistening on his cock.  “I’m gonna come in your mouth this time, darlin’
.” 

Her eyes stared up at him as she continued to receive his hard length in
her mouth.  She had never swallowed before.  He usually pulled out and came on her breasts or inside her.  The times he had tried it in the past she had gagged.  She hoped she wouldn’t do that this time.  He’d wanted her to do this for a long time and she wanted to make him happy. 

“Breathe through your nose and swallow it down.  Show me what a good slave girl you can be.”

She did just that, breathing in and out through her
nose; she prepared herself as he took her mouth, sliding in a bit deeper and moving faster.  Her eyes still on his face, she knew when it was coming.  Not just because she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum… No it was the flush to his skin and the tension in his neck and shoulders.  He gritted his teeth and threw back his head as he roared his satisfaction and his orgasm overtook him. 

A shudder passed through him and she felt his warm
cum against the back of her throat and tongue.  She closed her eyes, relaxed and breathed deeply through her nose and swallowed just as he pulled back a little.   Proud of herself for not succumbing to her sensitive gag reflex, she opened her eyes.  He looked down at her with an awe-filled expression.  As he withdrew his still-hard cock, he painted her lips with the cum that still covered the head.  She opened her mouth and waited until he had finished in her mouth and on her tongue before licking her lips and swallowing again.

“
Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Dropping to his knees he gathered her close.  He used a long finger to scoop up a small drop of semen that had dripped on her chin.  He held it to her mouth and she opened, sucking on h
is finger as if it was the best-tasting thing on earth.  He kissed her then, disregarding the fact that he had just thoroughly used her mouth for his pleasure and filled it with his seed.  He didn’t care.  And he plundered her lips, mouth and tongue until she was gasping for air.

“
Heaven only knows what I ever did to be gifted with you.  But I thank God every day that he did.”

“Do you think God frowns at our kinky games?”

“Hell no, what we do is within the context marriage.  We love each other and have been fruitful and multiplied.  We go to church, not as often as we should granted, but we are involved.  We give back to our community.  You spend an inordinate amount of time working with battered women and volunteering for USO and helping military families.  We are good people and have raised good kids.  So what do you think?”

“I think
you’re right, but maybe we should work on our church attendance before we start polishing our halos.”  He chuckled at that.  “Can I ask a favor, Master?”

“Anything.”