Discipline

Chace McCartson – Part II

Chace has his first time with Erica, raping her beautiful and delicate teenage body and introducing her to her new world, where she is a slave of his destructive and chaotic wishes; Erica will endure the rough passion and the sweet torture for the days to come.

There Can Be Only One (Part 13)

My door was slightly ajar as I sat at the computer checking for any messages on Face book. I heard the door to mum’s bedroom shut. I quickly rose and darted to open the door just as mum was passing my bedroom. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling in the bathroom opposite.
Mum had changed from her Sunday outfit into a shirt and some Capri pants. The way her tits were held I could tell that she was wearing a bra under the loose shirt. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear the Capris.
“How disappointing.” I spoke as she drew level with me.
Mum looked at me puzzled.
“Haven’t you learned anything over the past twenty four hours?”
Mum’s expression did not change from that of a quizzical one.
I stepped up to her and parted her shirt showing her plain white bra.
She pulled back slightly “I don’t have time son, your dad will be home soon and he will be wanting his lunch”
“Disappointed in the bra mum” I spoke quietly with what I considered to be some affection to the tone of my voice.
I released my grasp of her shirt and lowered my hand to cup her cunt, I closed my hand gently squeezing her mound.
“I don’t like this covered either?” I paused momentarily.”and are you wearing panties?”
“Ross, .” I was sure there some sadness and regret in her when she whispered my name softly.
“Disappointed.” I muttered as my hand reluctantly let go of the soft flesh between my mother’s legs, I turned and entered my room easing the door shut just as I heard dad came through the front door downstairs.
“Where is everyone” I heard dad’s voice boom from behind my closed door.
“Ju, Just coming dear”, mum croaked
I spent the next ten minutes or so sat at my computer looking at the new folder I had created, sorting out the few photos I had taken, posting them into their own folders depending on what was the subject matter, thinking as I shuffled them that I needed to take more, a lot more. I was starting to get aroused. My right hand automatically fished out my hardening cock.
My head turned on hearing the coded knock on the door. “Come in” I responded, my hand remained stroking my cock.
The girls slipped into the room and came and stood behind me looking at what the screen was showing, they both giggled when they noticed the movement of my right hand.
“Aren’t you going to suck his cock then?” , Cathy laid her hand on her friend’s head and pushed her downwards.
I spun the chair around as Vicky with a smile to her face knelt down without question and licked my hard cock from tip to balls and back again before engulfing the whole head in her tiny mouth.
I let out a big sigh leaning back just watching the blond head bob up and down
“Are you going to take more?” I was shaken out of my thoughts by Cathy’s voice, noticing that her eyes were once again on the computer screen.
“Oh yeah, lots more, including you”
“Yeah that will be right, as if…dream on big brother”. A broad smile crossed Cathy’s face
“Take one of this slut sucking your cock”
Before Vicky had time to release my cock from her mouth with what I presumed to be so that she would object, the room was flooded for a split second with the flash of Susie’s camera.
“Gimme the camera, let me take some pics of the two of you.”
I handed Cathy the camera and pushed Vicky’s head back onto my cock. She didn’t resist, resigned to the fact that no matter what she said she knew that we would still take pictures.
For the first half dozen or so flashes I watched as Cathy moved around the fellating girl getting real close at times to my glistening cock with ruby lips wrapped around it. Soon however the sensation of my prick getting sucked made me close my eyes and start to enjoy the feelings. I was just aware of the slight click and flashes in the background.
“Kids, lunch” I was brought back to earth with a thump on hearing dad’s voice bellow from down below.
“Shit, fuck, shitfuck.” Vicky stopping sucking my cock and rising back to her feet when I was so close was not what I had wished for that very moment,
“Kids, did you hear??”
“Coming dad” Cathy shouted back.
The girls were half way down the stairs as I was still trying to conceal my erect glistening throbbing cock into my shorts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahh bugger it” I left the room with the outline of my erection still visible.
It didn’t register at first when I entered the kitchen to take my seat at the table, I was more concerned trying to conceal the lump in my shorts. Dad and the girls were already sitting at the table tucking into the sandwich and salad that mum had made for us all. I slid into my seat pretty confident that dad had not noticed my erection but the girls made it clear that they saw my predicament.
Dad was pre occupied talking to Vicky, no doubt infatuated with the slut have ogled her hairless twat last night, it was almost comical with his “˜hip’ talk although his eyes kept on flicking between her face and her budding tits whose nipples were clearly trying to bore through her t shirt. I also noticed the occasional glance in Cathy’s direction, also at her braless tits.
“Milk or juice?”
“Ohh Milk please mum”. It was when I looked at her with my reply that I had noticed.
Mum had changed into a skirt that stopped just above the knee. It was also obvious that her tits were also unfettered by a bra. There was a smile across her face as she looked at mine. I grinned back at her and nodded my approval. I also felt my cock bounce back into full blood. My hand dropped down to adjust its position.
As Mum stood by my side pouring my milk out, I pulled the waist band of my shorts out so that mum had a clear view of my hard cock, the head still shiny with Vicky’s saliva and my precum. It surprised mum slightly causing her to shriek and spill some milk.
Everyone looked in mum’s direction who, quickly composed herself and apologised for spilling the milk. Fortunately no one asked her the reason for why she spilled it and assumed the shriek was because of the spill.
She replaced the milk back into the fridge and came with a kitchen towel and a small saucer. She started to mop up the spillage. The girls and dad were once again making mundane chat.
On mum’s return she shook her head from side to side miming me to stop on noticing that I had pulled out my erection which was on full view with the front my shorts pulled down and tucked under my balls.
She continued to shake her head with her eyes flicking between my cock and the others.
I felt her legs flinch and tighten as my hand gently touched her behind her knee. She tried to move away slightly but my hand clasped tighter around her joint clearly indicating that she was to remain where she stood.
I was confident that no one could see where my hand was with dad sitting at the opposite end of the table. I was also thankful that mum liked to keep a table covered with table cloths.
She looked nervous and her eyes now remained totally focused looking in dad’s direction as she started to mop up the spilt milk.
My hand slid up the back of her thigh, feeling her soft smooth skin. Her body shivered as my fingers came in contact with her pussy. A cunt that was moist with her juices, the randy cow was turned on. I felt her cunt tighten around my finger as it slid easily between the folds of her lips.
She bent at the waist slightly as my finger slowly fucked her, coating it with her secretions as she continued to “˜mop up’ the milk that was completely sucked up into the cleaning towel.
I pulled my finger out of her hole before the others would notice what I was doing to my mother.
I noticed a sharp intake of breath when she saw what I did with the finger that had been just sliding in and out of her fuck tube, her juices tasted like nectar. Mum slipped the saucer under the damp patch on the tablecloth so that it would not stain the table and returned to her seat at the table.
“Just let me know when you want to go home Vicky, I will run you when it is time”
“Thanks Mr Gorman”
“So what you up to the rest of the day Ross? Going to watch the game with me this afternoon?
“Don’t think so dad, got some biology “˜homework’ to do” Both girls giggled at my reply. Mum just stared daggers, more at the giggling girls than at me.
“Well game starts in 5, need a hand with the dishes before I get settled mum?”
“No its ok dear, off you go watch the game”
Dad pushed back his chair and left the four of us sitting at the table.
The girls quickly gulped down their food and rose to leave.
“Need any help with that “BIOLOGY homework”? Cathy sniggered as both she and Vicky giggled Mum scowled at her daughter.
“No it’s ok, but you can continue with coming up with ideas for my ART project” I smiled and winked at them both.
Pushing and shoving each other the girls giggling left the kitchen.
Mum looked a little apprehensive as I rose from the table and approached and stood behind her. She let out a small gasp as I aid my hands on her shoulders.
“Ross, please, not here, not now, your dad.”
I was smiling as I leant down to whisper into her ear.
“You horny bitch, you want this as much as I want it”
“Please Ross, not now”
Her words fell on deaf ears as my hands slipped down her shirt and grasped two soft breasts, hard nipples digging into my palms. I started to mould her tits, squeezing and gently digging my finger nails into the pliable flesh.
Mum moaned softly and pushed her head back to rest against my stomach. My fingers felt for the hard nubs and took them between forefingers and thumbs. I started to pull and twist them with a little more force. Mums moans became louder.
Mum started to fidget as she sat on the chair. Her upper thighs seem to be rubbing against each other no doubt trying to put pressure on her pulsating clit.
“Play with your pussy mum, lift up the skirt and show me”
Mum moaned twisting her head around to look up at me.
“Please Ross”
“Go on mum, show me your cunt, you know you want to” I mauled her tits all the more.
Without taking her eyes from my face, she lowered her hands, shifted in the chair slightly and raised her skirt until the front was up exposing her hairless pussy.
“Spread your legs”
She did so and in doing so her cunt lips parted showing the moist inner flesh of her lips.
“Touch it, masturbate”
“Please Ross, noooo”
“Go on, you want to, you want to show me how randy you are for my cock, you want me to see I have a slut mother”
The sigh she gave was more a sigh of excitement than one of acceptance, her right hand moved across and started to gently slide between her lips, her middle finger teasing the pink tip of her clit.
My cock was ready to burst, and I was sorely tempted to twist mums head around and face fuck her mouth, but I wanted this to last.
With one more final pull and twist I withdrew my hands from mum’s shirt and stood back. Mum’s head swung to face me with a questioning and disappointment look etched across her face.
“Strip, stand up and get naked”
“Wha, I can’t son, not here.” She glanced quickly towards the hallway and the door that led to the lounge.
“Strip, right now , here, you know you want to show me your whole body.”
“You know you have me excited, can do anything, but please son, not here, your da.”
I placed my finger to my lips, she stopped talking.
“Stand up and take your clothes off”
She stood up saw my hand reach into my shorts and fish my cock out. It twitched as soon as I touched it, I was not sure if I could last long.
One final glance into the direction of the hall and mum raised her hands up dragging her shirt off with it. She looked nervous, scared, but her nipples were like projectiles and her eyes shone.
“Now the skirt, and slippers, completely bare”
Her skirt dropped and as she stepped out of it she left her slippers where they were.
“Now, masturbate, play with those tits and cunt”
“Please Ross, not here, not like this, .lets go upstairs and I will suck you co, cock”
“Do it mum, go on, finger fuck yourself, let me see how much you want to suck me off, let me see how excited my cock makes you.”
“I do son, I do, but .”
“No buts, just do it”
Mum stepped aside slightly so that if anyone did come into the hall at least she was slightly hidden. This however made her move in front of the window, my cock was taking over my mind.
I gently lay my hands on mum’s shoulders and steered her towards the window. Mum looked puzzled and thought that perhaps I wanted her further away from being seen from the hall. As I started to twist her to face the window realisation of what was going to happen clicked.
“Son, Mr & Mrs Miles will see us.”
The only house that faced us where that window backed onto was owned by an old couple, probably older than my gran and granddad.
“So, will give Mr Miles a thrill seeing such a hot woman naked, probably hasn’t seen one for over 50 years.”
“Please son, we can’t”
My response was to push her closer to the window and fully square onto it so that her upper torso was clearly visible if the Miles were looking out of their window. I was a little disappointed in not seeing anyone there.
“No one is there, play with your tits.”
Mum looked at me and then out of the window, sure that she was not being watched she raised her hands to caress her breasts
I stood to the side so that I could see if dad was leaving the lounge, but was pretty sure he wouldn’t as it was the soccer team that he supported being shown live on the TV.
She started to moan slightly.”Play with your cunt mum, masturbate, let Mr Miles see what a slut he has living next door”
Mum took a sharp intake of breath on hearing those words, her left hand remained massaging and pulling on her left teat as her right dropped down to start playing with her cunt.
Her moans became slightly more audible as I started to whisper more and more obscene things at her. I started to stroke my cock all the more.
“You’re my slut, my fuck toy, I am going to invite Mr miles over to watch you fuck yourself, you want Mr Miles to see you masturbate, you horny cow, don’t you”
“Yes, yessss, I want him to know I am your slut”
I was ready to cum, I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Suck me, suck me off”
Mum dropped to her knees. I fucking did it again, shot my load before I had a chance to make the most of what was on offer. Shot after shot my thick creamy juicy landed on her upper body, her tits got the lions share, but, the occasional spurt hit her on the neck and chin. I popped my sensitive head into her mouth for her to suck out the last dribbles that were still in my shaft.
Mum just looked up at me from her kneeling position as I pulled my cock from her mouth and slipped it back into my shorts. She licked my finger clean that was coated in cum that was seconds ago was sliding down her chin. I was just about to scoop up a glob that was on her cheek when we were both started back into the reality of the moment when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it” I shouted and darted to the phone that was in the hall less dad were to jump up and maybe trap us in the kitchen.
As I reached for the phone I heard mum scurrying around in the background trying to get dressed.
By the time I hung up mum was standing fully clothed and flushed,
“Who was it?”
Mrs Foster, said she is on her way back and will pick up Vicky in half an hour.
“Ohh, oh ok, go tell her to get ready”
I took the stairs two at a time and barged straight into Cathy’s room without knocking. The flash of the camera momentary took me by surprise.
Both girls shrieked, and no wonder, Cathy held the camera in her hands whilst Vicky lay naked on all fours on the bed with her ass in the air, she held a hairbrush in one hand and a candle in the other, the other ends were firmly embedded in her cunt and ass.
“Don’t do that .” Cathy screeched,
I just smiled at her.”Your mum’s coming over in 30 minutes to pick you up.
“Ohhhhh”, .Vicky was disappointed.
“Hope you got plenty of pics for me” I grinned
“Should be enough to keep your right hand busy until Vicky’s mouth or cunt can take over” Cathy laughed.
“Cathieeeeeee”.
“Ohh shut up, you know you will let him fuck you whenever he wants”
Vicky’s face grew scarlet as she raised herself from the position, extracting the fake phallus from her holes. Cathy tossed me Susie’s camera and I left the room closing the door behind me.
I would have been stroking my cock again had it not been so sensitive and sore as I down loaded the shots from the camera onto my computer. Cathy had been particularly inventive with her camerawork. Vicky was seen in all sorts of obscene positions and poses, and true enough my right hand would not be idle whilst looking at them in my leisure.
I was distracted from the task at hand by the sound of a car pulling into the drive. I rose and went to look out of the window. Now there was a MILF if ever there was one.
“Vicky, your mum is here” mum called from the foot of the stairs.
“Coming Mrs Gorman, I am just going to say bye to Ross”.
Vicky and Cathy entered my room and approached me.
“Tell him, tell him what I told you to say, slut”
“Thanks Ross, can I, can I come and be your sex slave again”
I smiled and reached out and took a hold of her right breast and squeezed it, she looked shocked and stepped away from me, not because of what I did, but where I did it, in full view of her mother if she had been looking up.
“Sure Vicky, and tell you what, ask your mum if she wants to be my slut as well”
Vicky gasped,
“Yeah big bro, wouldn’t that be cool, fucking my best friend and her mum.”
Mum was facing the house whilst she was standing talking to Mrs Foster who had her back to us. They both looked good.
I pulled Vicky and Cathy either side of me as I wrapped my arm around their shoulders. My hands grasped a tit of both girls. Mum’s face was a picture as she caught sight of what I was doing.
The girls left me with a big grin on my face having just given me a big kiss on the lips and both lifting up their shirts flashing mum. I laughed as they had just dodged out of sight when Mrs Foster turned around to face the house.
I waved at Mrs Foster. She is definitely one I would like to add to my harem,

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Innocence Enslaved Chapter 2: What Comes After

Parts 5 & 6 combined. Future chapters will be a lot shorter. Apologies for taking so long. As usual if you don’t like it, tell me why in the comments so I can improve, and don’t neg it just because you don’t like the themes. They’re all tagged so if you don’t like them, don’t read it.

Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That Fateful Night

For those who have read the other parts, this is just parts 1 to 4 combined and slightly edited into the form of a single chapter to make things easy. Part 4 has also been uploaded separately for those who have read the first 3. Please keep in mind that I work a lot so the story will take time.

My Ex, the Slave (Part 3)

After I woke up the first thing I did was replay the previous night’s events in my head. Needless to say that got me hard pretty quick. I turned over to see that Tiffany was awake and had spent the night.
“Good morning!” she said, “I still can’t believe last night happened.”
“Me either, I think that was the best sex I ever had.” I replied
“ I think we should have a little more fun with her.” Tiffany said.
“Well Tiffany, to be honest, Liz is my slave. We can’t share her.”
“Oh… well I really had fun last night and I would like to do it again.” Tiffany said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” I replied, “I like being in control and while watching you boss her around was fun I think I would like to be in complete control of her.”
“Actually I was thinking about it and I liked when you told her to do stuff to me. I want to have you boss me around.”
“Tiffany, Liz is my complete slave. She has to do whatever I want whenever I want. That is what I get off on. She is doing this as punishment for being a slut when we broke up. Unless you want to completely give yourself to me, I’m not really interested.” I replied.
And then Tiffany gave me the answer that I was looking for.
“Well, I guess what I am saying is that I want to be your slave.” She stated.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Just two days after getting my first slave I had another one practically fall into my lap. But I had to act like I was reluctant to take her on.
“I don’t know Tiffany. I just don’t know if you are up to it. I mean, you would literally belong to me.”
“You don’t understand Mike, that is what I want. You’re so good in bed and I always have orgasms when I’m with you. I want you to use me as your sex toy because I like feeling like I have to serve you.” Tiffany said, getting turned on by her own words.
“If you really feel that way I can draw up a contract and you can sign it by the end of the day.” I replied
“A contract?” she said, looking bewildered.
“Well yeah, just to make sure that you don’t go telling people that I made you do something that you didn’t want to do.” I said.
“Oh well that makes sense,” replied Tiffany, “I am really looking forward to this.”
“Ok, to prove that you are serious lets have a little test right now.” I said, still pretty hard from thinking about last night.
“What do you mean?” She asked, smiling in anticipation.
“First off you must address me as master, understand?” I instructed
“Oh, yes master.” She said in a playful voice.
“Ok, I want you to stand up, strip for me, then get on the edge of the bed and play with yourself until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to cum without my permission.”
“Yes master.” She replied
With that she got up out of bed, only wearing a thong and bra from the night before and started to dance for me. Her tits were bouncing as she swayed her hips and turned around to show me her ass. Tiffany had started out as someone to have sex with after me and Liz broke up so until now I really hadn’t appreciated her body but it was really something. She had a little bit bigger of a build than Liz but she definitely made up for it with her figure. She had the curves of a goddess. Her boobs were easily double D’s and the biggest that I had ever seen in person and she had a slim waste considering how big her ass was. I always loved girls with big asses because I love grabbing onto something when I’m fucking them from behind.
Because I was spending so much time thinking about how much I loved her body I had stopped paying attention to what Tiffany was doing. She was on the edge of the bed rubbing her clit as hard as she could, moaning and pushing her ring and middle finger deeper and deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
“Please master let me cum,” she begged, “PLEASE!”
“You will never cum before me slave. Now get off the bed and get on your hands and knees.” I ordered and she obeyed. “Good. Now crawl over here and suck my cock.”
She started crawling over to my side of the bed and I realized how much I liked watching a naked girl crawl. Her ass swayed from side to side and her tits did the same. She looked at me the entire way, knowing that she was turning me on. When she got to me she sat up and started to put her hair in a pony tail. As she did I grabbed my belt and whipped it across her tits. The pain brought her back down to her hands and knees.
“Slave! I did not instruct you to put your hair in a pony-tail. I told you to crawl over and suck my cock. When I tell you to do something you follow my instruction to the letter. Do you understand me?” I said in a harsh tone.
“Yes master, I’m sorry.” She replied while looking down, sorry that she had failed me.
“You are no longer allowed to use the word “I”. I is a word for people. You are a slave. From now on you will address yourself as my slave. Understand?” I said, seeing if she would follow this command to humiliate herself further.
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, blushing in embarrassment and lowering her head even further.
“Good. Now put your mouth to work with the only thing it is good at doing and suck my cock.” I commanded.
She brought her head up and started to suck my cock. I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her hair being in the way as she started to get precum and spit all over her hair. All the arousal of ordering my slave around had gotten me pretty worked up so it didn’t take long for me to be ready to cum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ordered her to close her eyes and stay still. I squeezed my cock and squirted cum all over her face and hair then pushed her over and laughed at my slave as she lay perfectly still on the ground, covered in my jizz.
“Good job slave. Now I want you to get up and kneel in the corner. You do not get to cum this morning and you don’t get to wipe my cum off of your face. Stay in the corner on your knees until I tell you that you are allowed to move. Understand?”
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, obviously humiliated by having to keep my cum on her face.
With that, she crawled to the corner, cum dripping onto the floor and starting to dry in her hair, defeated, she had just became my new slave.

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Not What I Expected

his suv pulled up in the drive, right on time. hopping in the passenger seat, i leaned over giving him a shy peck on the cheek, then folded my hands in my lap and looked anywhere but at him. all the bells & whistles on the dash, the few specks of dirt on the floor mat, out the window… anywhere but at T. i was just feeling too unsteady, too unsure of myself to speak. shocking i know, but when i don’t know what to say, i choose to say nothing. call me standoffish. oh, wait… i’ve been called that before.
so we talked. okay, well he talked… until i finally opened up with my concerns and fears and all my neurosis that goes along with it. by the time i was done, i was wringing my hands so much i’m surprised i had skin left on them. he assured me that he was okay, that we were okay, but apparently, i still needed some more reassurance so that i would be okay.
and so he took the turn that had us heading to his ranch. what would be more comforting than spending time with T and horses? not a whole lot in my book and i could feel myself becoming giddy about the opportunity to ride together. this was definitely going to be just what the doctor ordered.
exiting the vehicle, T opened my door and escorted me into the office/viewing room of the arena. excusing himself for a moment, he left the room and i was left to wander, looking at all the photos on the wall. then through the viewing room windows, i watched the arena lights buzz on one at a time until the 70’x140’ area became fully lit.
with purposeful strides, he came back in the room, taking my face in his hands he kissed me gently and asked, “Ready?”
i nodded and he pulled a pink paisley bandana from his back pocket. what the hell??? pink??? oh ick… i hate pink… he knows i hate pink… i can’t stand the color. “Strip pet, but leave your socks & boots on.”
uh.. what??? confused i looked at him, “um… but… i thought we were going to ride?”
“I would have assumed after all this you would have learned that you think too much… now strip.”
i slowly removed my clothes. not in an effort to be sexy but because i was hoping he’d change his mind while i lingered. it wasn’t meant to be unfortunately. when i was nude, aside from what was on my feet, he tied the pink bandana around my neck.
“Very cute.”
hating the fact that i felt bashful, overexposed and utterly ridiculous looking in this get-up, i grimaced as he took my hand and led me into the arena.
“Now pet, apparently you have felt neglected which leads you to these strange notions that I don’t care. Unfortunately, I have to finish up a few things, but I want to reassure you that you are always thought of.”
i cringed, feeling very stupid for being so over-emotional lately and what was about to come.
“So, I have about an hour worth of work to complete here. if you’re physically occupied, then mentally you will not have cause to wander off into la-la land.” *have i mentioned how much i’m beginning to hate that term* “I want you to walk the rail” (that’s the outer edge of the arena, next to the wall for you non-horse people) “A half hour in one direction, then the second half hour in the other.”
at first i felt a monstrous tide of anger, but managed to stifle it as he walked back into the office. he didn’t even wait to see if i would obey. i watched him through the viewing room window, and he tilted his head inquiringly at my glance. i proceeded to walk.
i walked… and walked…and walked some more. i was chilled when i originally started but after 10 minutes of trudging through a 6” base of shredded rubber and loose sand, i worked up a sheen of perspiration on my skin. i counted each knot in the plank of wood on the arena wall. each time as i passed by the office, i looked in the window, as he made phone calls & shuffled papers.
my thighs hurt, my knees hurt and i was dragging my feet kicking up dust the farther along i got. thirty minutes in, i switched directions. by this time, i was downright gross. i was a mix of sweat, dirt, sand and it streaked down my skin. i was wet, sticky, and smelly, (not in a good, i smell of sex way) and i was so hot my hair felt like it was on fire. my pristine white socks, a dingy brown.
when the hour was up, the only thought i had was that of gratitude that it was over. i was even grateful that T had given me the horrid pink bandana to wear because i had something to wipe my brow with.
knocking on the door, i opened it slowly and softly said, “Sir??? my hour is up.”
“How do you feel pet?”
“i… um… thirsty Sir.. tired..and really kind of nasty.” *i really can articulate myself well can’t i?*
“Hmm… you are a mess aren’t you? Well, you can get a drink from one of the waterer’s in a stall and when you’re done, we’ll leave.”
“yes Sir.” *ugh*
“And pet… I’ll grab your clothes and meet you by the truck. I can’t have you sitting on my clean seats, so hop in the back when you’re through.”
i made my way back to one of the stalls, walked in and then decided i just couldn’t do it. not only because i really did not want to drink from the waterer (i don’t even allow my dogs to kiss me – ick), but i really didn’t want to subject one of his horses to my filth either. i was staying thirsty for the moment.
passing through the viewing room, i shut down the lights and closed the door behind me. as my eyes adjusted to the darkness i could see his form next to the suv and as i climbed in the back, he shut the hatch behind me.
starting the drive back to the house, i was instructed to remove the rest of my attire…boots, socks, and the butt ugly bandana. i curled up in ball on the hard mat, laid my head on my arm, closed my eyes and rested. before long i felt us pull into the garage and he opened the door to let me out. i uncurled myself, a little stiff now that i had stopped moving, and groaned. T offered his hand to help me out, which i readily accepted, as i landed none too steadily on my feet.
“Two choices pet. I can hose you down out in back or you can hop in the shower.”
now normally i would have paused, immediately suspect, and become extremely cautious. T rarely gives options, and when he does, there is always, always something behind it that more often than not, i am going to end up disliking. i hate when he gives me choices, it makes my heart beat double time.
in this instance, however i was too drained to really think hard on it. not that it didn’t cross my mind at all, but i couldn’t fathom how a shower could be worse off than the hose. what could happen? a cold shower perhaps? it’s not as if the hose is going to be any warmer. moreover, if it’s the hose, then i’m outside, exposed and it’s chillier. oh hell. “shower please Sir.”
“To the bathroom then and don’t touch anything, pet. Everything you need is in the shower.”
i couldn’t help but give a silent ‘woo-hoo’ in my head. a cold shower was out thank god. once in the bathroom i reached in, turned the nozzle until it was set to almost scalding and waited for the water to heat up. catching my profile in the mirror, my disheveled hair, streaks of brown down my white skin, how could he ever think his pet was attractive? i looked like a humane society reject. i could only look worse if i had mange. sheesh, i wouldn’t want to touch me. sighing, i entered the shower.
tilting my head back and soaking my hair, i closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of water pulsating against my body. i could have stayed there awhile just letting the heat seep into my muscles, but didn’t want to keep him waiting. bending down to grab the shampoo from the seat, it was then that i figured out the catch. i looked at the label in disbelief. “Hartz Crystal Clean Shampoo & Conditioner (for dogs). All In One, Leaves Coat Clean, Shiny, And Manageable. Refreshing Deodorizing Scent.”
all of a sudden i felt this big whoosh, as if all the air was being sucked out of the room, everything around me turned hazy with the exception of that bottle and my eyes glazed over as i stared at it. it’s just soap right? if i just think of it that way, it’s no big deal. nevertheless, no matter how much i tried to think little of it, this was a huge deal to me, big crocodile tears formed, and my bottom lip quivered.
i set the bottle back on the seat, sat down on the shower floor and stared at it for a good 5 minutes. i’d be lying if told you i wasn’t looking for a way to get clean without it. when i couldn’t come up with anything i started crying in earnest. i didn’t have the energy to be angry, and as he called out to let me know i had 10 more minutes, all i felt was humiliation unlike anything i have experienced before. i stood up, grabbed the bottle, poured it into my hand and washed my hair. after rinsing, i did the same with the loofah sponge and cleaned my body, scrubbing until my skin was as red as my swollen, tear stained eyes.
i wanted to throw the bottle when i was finished, but knowing if he knew i hated it, then he would have me do it again. i gingerly put it back where it belonged, turned the water off, grabbed two towels – one for my hair, and wrapped the other around my body.
stepping out of the shower, i took a moment to finally get that drink of fresh, cold water from the sink and splash my face in an effort to hide the effects of my “shower”. i wanted to maintain some vestige of pride and didn’t want him to know how much affected me.
he laid in bed as i exited the bathroom, opened his arms and beckoned me to him. i didn’t move, but clutched my towel closer to my chest.
“Come to bed pet.”
i draped the towel that was around my body on the bedpost and took the one from hair, placing it over my pillow to keep it from becoming too wet and crawled in beside him. both of us naked, i laid on my side as he enveloped my body in his. i couldn’t put a coherent thought together if you paid me at this point. moving my hair out of the way, he positioned his right arm underneath my neck, his long fingers intertwined with mine. his left hand tucked underneath my arm, holding my other hand. it’s one of my favorite sleeping positions, it makes me feel safe, cared for, as if he’ll never let me go.
here i was, finally obtaining the ever-elusive cuddle time i had been wanting so desperately. he softly kissed and grazed the back of my shoulders, occasionally whispering about how well i did earlier even though he knew it was going to be difficult and how proud he was of me. my insides smiled at the sound of “good girl” and but body shivered at the softness of his lips.
my god the man knows how to get under my skin. nothing makes me purr faster then having him caress me there. he held me down as he lavished all his attention, focusing on the one place, until i was a squirming like a wanton woman. each time i tried to disengage when i couldn’t take anymore, his arms closed tighter. he kept at his chosen task for nigh unto an hour working me into a frenzy until i was no longer wet from my shower, but for other reasons.
my pussy was soaked, running down my inner thighs. i could feel the length of his cock, hard against my ass. nibbling on my ear, i gasped when he positioned his leg between mine, forcing me to spread and entering my ass suddenly without warning. his girth and length, i kid you not, are a force to be reckoned with and i winced in pain.
burying himself deep within me, my body was forced to accommodate him as he began fucking me. as he pummeled my ass i thought this was all about T and his hunger, his need, but truthfully i had some ownership of this need also. i wanted this – all of him… the discipline, the humiliation, the cuddling, and the roughness. as we progressed my thrusts matched his. i wanted him harder and deeper… and oh so much more.
when his body reached it’s pinnacle, tensing in orgasm, i held his hands tighter in mine until his spasms subsided. he and his essence within me, i laid there contemplating all that had happened. i was physically and mentally drained, my mind tired but clear, and thought this is what i had been missing… this place.. my place with him, where he makes me feel well used and wonderful.

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THE GARDENER’S GIRL

Swish! Thwack! The cane stung across Maggie’s arse for the twentieth time. Her bottomed burned with the delicious feeling of pain and pleasure