MASTERED: (The Novel) (14 page)

“Now, I need some assistance in
order to properly care for you, my dear.” He spoke nonchalantly, knowing all
too well that his next words would send her world spiraling off its axis for
the second time that morning.

“Please
arch your back, reach around, and open that sweet ass of yours.”

Chapter 43

”You must be very impatient for me
to use your ass by now, pet.” Relishing the look of horror on Missy's beautiful
face, James persisted, “Happily, we are in total accordance on that subject!”

Chivalrously, he helped her to
waddle clumsily to his office. She leaned heavily on his arm. Once inside, he
immediately requested that she assume the proper kneeling position.

He was well aware of the fat,
stainless steel butt plug that governed her every move. It was held tenuously
in place solely by the strength and stamina of her tightly-clenched ass-cheeks.
That, and sheer determination.

The hefty encumbrance turned his
simple request to kneel into a thorny calculation on her part. A calculation that
proved highly entertaining to watch. She concentrated entirely on its
resolution.

Submissive...

When at last successfully and
appropriately situated, he rewarded her with a cursory “
Good girl.”
Her eyes all but gleamed from the two simple words of
approval. Absently stroking her hair, he murmured, “The day will come when you
beg for me in your ass, little one. You will beg with a deep ache to be
stretched by your Master's hardness.”

Of its own volition, his mind
rewound to a time long past, and a wife long dead. Angeline. Her strict
religious upbringing taught her that anal sex was immoral, improper - and just
plain dirty! Deeply indoctrinated, she maintained a healthy fear of the fire
and brimstone hell that awaited those who dared to indulge.

Years after her ‘initiation’, he was
surprised to learn that in the early days she had prayed long and hard for the
salvation of his deviant soul. Often, he would tease her about it.
Not nearly as often, however, as she begged
him to take her anally!

Smiling at the bittersweet memory,
he whispered softly to Missy, “It is the ultimate offering of a submissive to
her Master, my lovely. I can almost taste how badly you desire to be exactly
that.”

James was rewarded with the
immediate and sharp intake of her breath. He was quite confident that, for
Missy, the room was spinning as if she'd had more than a few too many.
Completely recouped from the flu, there would be no doubt as to the source of
her vertigo.

They hadn't seen each other since
that memorable morning two days ago when he had brought her a cup of tea to
assuage her illness. He also introduced her to the fat rectal thermometer and
the even fatter butt plug that she now sported. Missy had been so kind to
assist him by spreading her own ass-cheeks!

The chubby butt plug was the perfect
accessory to the ultra-short skirt, sky-high heels, and sheer blouse she was
wearing today. As expected, she was braless. James had assessed the new
ensemble with a connoisseur’s eye the moment she’d climbed precariously from
the car.
Without
a doubt, well worth the investment…

Standing directly before her in the
office, he made quite a production of stripping down. It would be her first
time seeing him completely nude. Watching her eyes widen in appreciation and
apprehension was highly satisfying.
Not to mention extremely arousing!

His engorged cock jutted startlingly
from his tanned, well-muscled body. Clearly in no mood to put up with much
dilly-dallying, it jerked and oozed in exasperation. Noticing the sticky head
was conveniently located just inches from Missy’s mouth, he decided to avail
himself.

He gathered silky, auburn tresses
into a manageable handful on the top of her head, tightened his grip
imperceptibly, and gave his whore permission to suck.

Chapter 44

Missy heard his unnerving words as
though through a megaphone and a vacuum simultaneously.

James had made sure that she was
perfectly aware of her immediate future. Now, he was clearly enjoying her
discomfiture as she processed the information. Leaning obediently forward to
take his manhood into her mouth, he pulled back just slightly. She was forced
to use her upper lip to reach the few centimeters that the hand tangled in her
hair disallowed.

The two days spent apart seemed an
eternity to Missy. She was to remove the butt plug only when using the toilet
or bathing.
And even then only if absolutely warranted.
It served as a constant reminder of James, leaving her weak and wanting. She
missed him desperately, needy of his attention.

Submissive...

The plug served an unexpected dual
purpose, however. It was also a constant reminder of the fantasies that had tormented
her since adolescence. The shame and guilt experienced as a result of these
revolting desires was simply indescribable. When they became a recurrent theme
that she couldn't -
or
wouldn't
-
defend against, the humiliation was tenfold.

Yet, here she was slurping happily
on this man's cock. The size of him was nothing less than terrifying in
relation to the size of her.
Stretching
her lips open, she labored to accommodate both length
and
girth.

James urged her on, encouraging her
to greater lengths. Quite literally! He took great pains to clarify that the
harder the cock – the better to fuck her up the ass. Mortified, she became
aware of thick pussy juice seeping down her inner thighs.

Whore!

Sighing inwardly, Missy knew his
assessment of her to be one hundred percent accurate. She was, and had always
been, a submissive whore without her soul mate
.
Soul
Master,
more accurately
.
It was
stunning really, how easily James penetrated her meticulously-constructed
facade. The closet door was effectively ripped from its hinges. In an instant,
her deepest, darkest secret was exposed.

On her knees at his feet, her intent
now was to make him the happiest man in the world. This thought alone enabled
her to take his cock just that much further down her compliant, if distended,
throat.

Without notice, he rudely withdrew, his
hand still entangled in her hair. Taking full advantage of the leverage, he
dragged her unceremoniously to the back of the sofa. Missy thought she heard
growling but couldn't be sure over the deafening din in her own head. Knowing
what was about to transpire, she vacillated wildly between dread - and
anticipation!

With her hips level to the sofa
back, James pushed her face forward into the seat cushions. Missy blushed
scarlet as the rounded globes of her naked ass parted before his very eyes. She
could only imagine his carnal delight as the faux ruby - the sparkling crown
jewel of the butt-plug, was revealed for his viewing pleasure.

She was grateful when, for long
moments, he did nothing but stroke the plump flesh surrounding the bulky
apparatus. She couldn't possibly know that he was simply feasting upon the
unspoiled splendor before him in anticipation of the ecstasy to come.

Her real anguish began when he
methodically began to twist, turn, and tug on the butt plug itself. She
squealed, virtually flying upright when he at last succeeded in working it from
the loosened orifice.

Missy was only too aware of what was
about to transpire. She had never experienced anal sex, though her fantasy life
was rife with it. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and temples. Pulsating
need oozed from her pussy. It told her more than she ever imagined knowing!

The squeals turned to humiliated
moans as she envisioned his eyes feasting on the gaping spectacle that was her
anus. James leaned over the couch and worked a large, bubble-gum-pink ball-gag
between her panting lips. Tenderly kissing the back of her neck, he buckled it
snugly behind her head.

 
From then on, all that remained was the pain.
Pain – and mind-blowing pleasure!
When
the hurt turned into exquisite ecstasy, Missy could not have said.

Whore!

Chapter 45

James used her hard. The ache in his
balls combined with the overwhelming desire to have this amazing creature left
him disinclined to dawdle.

Appraising her degree of
'
eagerness', he was not surprised to
find her whore-wet and wanting. He indelicately substituted her convenient
drippings, and his spittle, in place of lubricant.

He edged the head of his cock past
the softened first ring, inching it slowly through the more unyielding second.
Disregarding the muffled cries and grunts rising from the vicinity of the sofa
cushions, James methodically worked his way
in,
and
then
all
the way in - to her tight, virgin ass.

He paused, giving her sphincter an
opportunity to acclimate itself to the impolite intrusion. He took the
opportunity to stroke her swollen clit. The response was unmistakable as sharp
yelps of discomfort turned to weak whimpers of desire.

Pleased with the affirmative
response, he soothed her. “Easy, little one, try to relax. There's a good girl.
Know that are at your most stunning with my cock buried in your ass!”

The intoxicating sight before him
was impossible to resist. James was not reticent. He smartly delivered three
stinging slaps to each snow-white cheek, producing what he considered to be the
perfect shade of scarlet. Missy's sphincter contracted deliciously around his
phallus in tandem with each blow. Picasso would be envious.

On the sixth and final smack,
Missy's entire body convulsed as she
orgasmed
anally.
As she moaned and shuddered, the strength of her orgasm milked his cock. There
was no more holding back. At that moment, wild horses couldn't have stopped him
from taking what was his. Starting slowly but quickly gaining speed, James
opened her using the full length and breadth of his cock.

He spent himself copiously into her
bowels, her inflamed ass still
spasming
. Three long
years of grief and pent-up frustration were literally washed away. Howling like
a wolf at full moon, he leaned forward, blanketing her entire body with his.

Both gasping for air and now face to
face; James and Missy experienced an almost religious epiphany as his seed
flowed from his body and passed into hers.

Withdrawing his still-tumescent cock
from her ravaged, leaking rectum, he ever-so-gently gathered her unresisting
body into his arms. Solicitously, he removed the gag. Her entire body was
trembling, her nervous system shocked by the intensity of the experience. No
doubt, the significance of submitting to such an act - and the implications of
her obvious response to it, shook her to the core!

Drenched in perspiration, her mouth
hung slack-jawed. Tears glittered in her mesmerizing eyes as understanding
dawned.
Her face shone with
snot and spit. It also gleamed with the unmistakable joy of sweet submission.

Smiling gently, he told her what she
already knew, “You belong to me.”

Submissive…

Chapter 46

Oozing gobs of cum onto the tiled
floor of the bathroom, Missy squatted, still trembling. Her knees were splayed
wide. This was the position she was to assume as she respectfully washed
James's genitals with a moist, warm cloth.

She, on the other hand, was not given
the same consideration. James rather enjoyed the thought of her filled with his
seed. Not to mention the sight of it leaking from her.

She was mentally, physically, and
emotionally exhausted. Yet, standing out from the haze was an all-encompassing
sense of pride.
Yes, pride!
In her years as a valued employee at the
boutique, Missy had never experienced a feeling of accomplishment equal to
this.

She no longer cared if 'they'
thought it was wrong; whoever
they
may be. Society's sexual
parameters were nothing if not confining. Often, these puritanical constraints
left those of an 'alternative' nature with a propensity towards isolation.
And anxiety.
In the 'vanilla' realm, deviations from the
'norm' were neither encouraged nor accepted.

In fact, they were often met with
bias, if not violence. She grimaced at the notion that if they still burned
women at the stake, she'd be toast! Luckily, the only thing she needed to
concern herself with was
James’s
approval.
At the moment, he was smiling down at her with absolute acceptance.
His praise was beginning to mean more than
oxygen itself.

She focused on performing the task
at hand to the best of her ability. She hoped he could discern the devotion
behind every
mindful
stroke of the cloth. Leaning
relaxed against the sink, he seemed to almost read her mind. “Such a good girl;
showing the proper appreciation for having your Master’s seed in your bowels.
Standing, kneeling or lying down, you will be eager to welcome me there.
Furthermore, you shall be grateful should I choose to shed
my
cum
there.”