Her Vampire Rebel

by Zenia, Zara

  I’m driving, so no unexpected vibrations! :)

  He doesn’t answer, so I set my phone aside and pull out behind Bella. It takes us fifteen minutes to get to China Bistro. It’s still early, just after five, so most of the people in there are the elderly. I’m hungry though, so I don’t care.

  “Let’s get the buffet. It looks good today,” Bella says as a waitress seats us.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  We get plates and fill them up, both of us eating more than we probably should.

  The food is good, and we giggle over our fortunes, and then with a hug, we split up to go our separate ways. I head back to my car and climb in. Checking my phone, I don’t see a message from James, but I don’t want him to think it’s okay to turn it on yet, so I text him again.

  Still driving :)

  He doesn’t text me back right away, so I figure maybe he’s busy. Does he have a job? I never ask a whole lot about him, and he doesn’t really share anything with me. Frowning, I pull out into traffic. The sun is getting close to setting, and most people are just getting off work, or maybe heading into work. Who knows? Ten minutes later, I make it back to my complex and park.

  I hop out of the car as twilight hits, and I’m almost to my door when I hear my phone ding. I slide it out of my purse in the hallway to my door and look at it.

  Where are you right now?

  It’s from James, and I smile. I send him another text.

  Standing in the hallway outside my apartment. Just home. :)

  James: You picked up your vehicle?

  Yes, then went to dinner with Bella.

  James: Have a good time?

  I did. :) What did you do today? I never did ask what brought you to Arizona. Was it a job?

  I put my key in the lock and go inside, closing the door behind me. I set my purse down and drop my keys on the table by the door, kicking off my shoes. Phone in hand, I settle down on the couch and click on the TV.

  Needed a change of scenery. Canada is cold! :) I did some work last night, I work for myself. I was asleep when you texted.

  Ah, a total night owl then, are you? :)

  You could say that. I’ve got some errands to run now, pet, be a good girl and keep that butterfly on, hmmm? :)

  Yes, sir. :) I giggle, wondering if his errands are going to bring him near my complex. My stomach tightens in anticipation. I make a quick trip to the bathroom and then return to the living room to watch TV to take my mind off the fact that at any moment he could turn it on.

  Twenty minutes later, he texts me again.

  Pet, you have two minutes to go put the plug in. I want to imagine you naked and squirming in pleasure in three minutes.

  Yes, sir! :)

  I bounce up from the couch, run to my room and pull off my yoga pants. “Son of a bitch! I don’t think I have any lube!” I scramble into the bathroom and quickly go through my cabinets, finally finding a bottle of KY mixed in with some of my lotions. I squirt some on the plug and then a little bit on my hand, rubbing it over my ass. Taking a breath, I work the plug into place.

  Before I can make it back to the sofa and my phone, he’s turned on the vibrator.

  My phone rings, and I grab it, already panting from the quick work the vibrator is doing on my clit. I answer, knowing it’s James. “Yes, sir?” I say, my voice husky.

  “Put the phone on speaker, pet, I don’t want you dropping it and me not able to hear you.”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply and set the phone on speaker.

  “Good girl, now… are you dressed?”

  “Only a crop top, sir… I took my yoga pants off to put in the plug and didn’t have time to put them back on.”

  He chuckles. “No bra?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Did you leave the house like that? A crop top and no bra?” he asks, desire in his voice.

  “Yes, sir, and no panties,” I breath out as the vibration changes to something stronger.

  “Naughty minx. I think you need a spanking.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say with a giggle, trying not to come.

  “Since I’m not there, I want to hear you spank your sweet little pussy. I’ll count, ready, pet?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Spread those legs wide, pet. One…”

  I do as he says, sliding down on the sofa, spreading my legs and swat my pussy loud enough for him to hear and squeal. My eyes are closed, and I’m imagining his hand doing the swatting.

  “Two…”

  We continue until after ten, and he says, “Mmmm, lovely. I bet your pussy is nice and wet now, pet.”

  “It is, sir. I’m so close.”

  “Would you like to come, pet?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, my toes curling.

  “Hmmm… I think you may need to wait a bit longer. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

  I whimper. “Yes, sir. I will wait until you say.”

  “Good girl. I have to run into this store, so we are going to talk while I shop and you squirm, pet. Now, tell me about your day.”

  Blinking, I try to recall everything I did. “I woke up late and missed my history class. I took a shower—”

  “Did you take the butterfly off to shower?”

  “Yes, sir…” the vibration changes to a fast setting, “Oh!” I squeak, trying to keep from coming. “I didn’t know if it could go in the shower…”

  “For future reference, it can, it is waterproof, pet,” he says with a chuckle. “Continue.”

  “I made breakfast and watched a documentary on the American Revolution.”

  “I too enjoy documentaries. I know quite a bit about the Revolution. It was an interesting time period.”

  “Yes, sir. I am fascinated by— EEP!” The settings change again.

  “Pet, you better not come,” he says softly.

  “Yes… yes… sir…” I stutter out, holding onto the sofa cushion. “I love history. I would have majored in it if I hadn’t gone into psychology, sir.”

  “Is that what you are studying? Psychology?”

  I swallow hard. “Yes, sir. I work with OCD and high anxiety patients.”

  “Very nice. Now what else did you do today?” he asks.

  “Good evening, sir, did you find everything you need?” I hear a woman ask.

  “I did, thank you,” he says and then his voice moves closer to the phone. “One moment, pet. You haven’t yet, have you?”

  “No, sir,” I say, but my voice is husky and a bit shaky as I am so close.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs.

  “Thank you, sir, have a nice evening,” I hear the woman again.

  “And you as well,” he says, and I can tell he is smiling. “Now, pet, you were saying?”

  “Um, I sat on my balcony and did some school work. Then Bella picked me up, and we picked up my car from Club Toxic,” I rush out, as the vibration changes to something slower. Sweat is trickling between my breasts, and I know my face is flush.

  “Which is when you texted me like a good girl. Are you on the edge, pet?”

  “Yes, sir… but you haven’t said I can come yet…”

  “Hmmm, no, I haven’t, have I?” He chuckles.

  I hear the car door open and him rustling some bags, and then the door closes. “Sir… I am nearly at my breaking point,” I murmur.

  “Five more minutes, pet…” he comments, and the vibration slows. “Can you hold on for another few minutes?”

  “Yes, sir, I will do my best…” I pant, using all of my willpower to keep from coming. I hear the car start and him driving.

  “Talk to me, pet, I don’t want to just hear your gasps. I want your words.”

  “So close, sir… so good—you always make me feel so good, sir… my pussy is so wet…” I say, and then he ups the vibrations again, and I squeal. “So close, so good, right there, sir… as soon as you say… I’m going to fall apart… please, sir… please may I come?”

  “Damn, pet, you’ve got my cock harder than stone
. Cdsaome for me.”

  “Yes! Oh god-sir! Fuck! So good, sir!” I scream out. I’m breathing so hard, it’s like I just ran a marathon. My whole body spasms as the vibrator changes again and sends me over the cliff once more, and I cry, “Sir!”

  “Yes, pet, my little minx… such a naughty minx, coming twice… I’ll have to spank you well next time we are together.”

  “Yes, sir…” I say gasping with half a laugh as the vibrations shut off. “When?”

  “Hmmm, how are you feeling?”

  “Amazing, sir. Blissfully amazing.”

  “No lightheadedness or dizzy spells today?”

  “No, sir,” I reply, sinking deeper into the sofa.

  “Then tomorrow, pet. We’ll start at the club, another voyeur scene, if you are up for it?”

  “If that is what you’d like, sir, then yes. May I be blindfolded again, sir?”

  “Does it make you more comfortable?”

  “It does, sir. I miss seeing you, but I do not wish to see them.”

  “I see, then yes. After the scene, we will go to my place. I will pick you up, so you do not have to worry about your car.”

  “Thank you, sir.” I shiver in anticipation. “What time will you pick me up? I have to work until six.”

  “That is fine, pet, I will meet you at seven at your apartment.”

  “Is there something you would like me to wear?”

  “I shall provide you with your attire when I get there, pet.”

  “You will?” I ask, nervously.

  He chuckles. “I want you to take the butterfly off now. Then soak in the tub for a little while. Please drink some water too, pet. I don’t want you getting dehydrated, and I imagine you may be a bit after that. And early to bed. I do not want you missing work or classes. Had I known, I would not have worked you so hard last night.”

  “I loved last night, sir, I would not trade that for anything. I did miss class, but I watched the lecture online and got my assignment finished. I have A’s in all of my classes. I will be okay, sir, please don’t hold back because of my schedule, sir, please,” I say a bit worried.

  “Pet, I am glad you are doing so well, but it is my job to make sure you are getting what you need. I want to know your schedule, so I can plan around it.”

  “Yes, sir, right now?” I ask.

  “You can text it to me. That way I have it and can review it.” He pauses for a moment, and then says, “Now, go do as I asked—water, soak in the bath and bed, pet.”

  “Yes, sir.” I smile. “Sir?”

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Am I…” I hesitate, but then ask, “Am I your only sub?”

  “You are, pet, until you wish not to be,” he replies.

  I grin. “Do I please you, sir?”

  “Looking for compliments, pet?” He chuckles. “You do. I think we are well matched.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Now, go do the things I asked, pet.”

  “Sir, one more question?”

  “Pet, do I need to come over there and spank your behind?”

  I giggle. “No, sir. But, sir, you mentioned taking the butterfly off, but not the plug.”

  He chuckles. “I think your bottom is going to be red tomorrow night. Keep it in, pet, unless you have need to take it out, of course.”

  “Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir.”

  “Goodnight, pet.”

  Chapter 14

  James

  After hanging up with Carolyn last night, I’d gone to a local fetish shop and found what I was looking for, and they were happy to deliver what I couldn’t drive home myself. I hadn’t wanted to have it delivered, but time was an issue, so I figured this once would not hurt and arranged to meet the delivery driver at sunset to take hold of my purchase. I got it all down to the basement and set up before showering for the evening. Now, as I head to her apartment to pick her up, I realize I am very much looking forward to our session at the club. It is only to be a half hour performance, which is plenty of time because I have plans for the two of us for later.

  I knock on the door and wait.

  “Who is it?” comes through an intercom next to the door.

  “James,” I answer.

  She opens the door with a smile. “Hello, sir. Come in.” She’s dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt, and her feet are bare.

  “Good evening, pet.” I smile, stepping into her apartment. “How was your day?”

  Her face lights up. “It was good, sir. Doctor Benford allowed me to run the group sessions today. It went very well.”

  “I am glad to hear it,” I reply and give her a serious look. “Any more trouble from your ex?”

  She shakes her head. “No, sir. None so far.”

  “Good.” I smile, holding up the bag. “Shall we?”

  She blushes. “Yes, sir. Here, or in the bedroom?”

  “Bedroom, I think, pet. Our performance is scheduled for nine. It is only a thirty-minute session, but after we shall go back to my house.”

  “Yes, sir,” she answers, biting her lip, eyeing the bag.

  “Strip, pet,” I order, setting the bag on the bed.

  “Yes, sir.” She nods and pulls her tee over her head, undoes her bra, tossing both on her bed. She unbuttons her jeans and slides them down, kicking them off. Last, she takes off her panties.

  “Turn around and bend over.”

  “Sir?”

  I grin. “Bend over, feet apart and grab your ankles, pet.”

  “Very well, sir.” She giggles.

  She does as I said and seeing the plug, I give it a tap. “You did keep it in, good girl,” I say, wiggling it and then pulling it out.

  “Am I not keeping it in for the club, sir?” she asks.

  “I have a different one for you, pet, one moment.” I paw through the bag and find the new plug with the faux diamond encrusted end. It has three rounded parts, each bigger in size. I work it between her cheeks, pushing it into place.

  “Oh!” she squeals, feeling it settle in her ass.

  “You may stand up now, pet.” I chuckle as she shifts a little. “Still comfortable?”

  “Not exactly, sir, but I’m not in any pain. May I try sitting?”

  “Yes, pet, we have time for you to get acclimated to it.”

  She nods and sits down on the bed, shifting her weight and wiggling about. “Okay, I think I’m good, sir.” She looks up at me and smiles.

  “Excellent. Stand up.”

  She nods and does as I ask. “What’s next, sir?”

  “Are you wearing your hair down, or up, pet?”

  “How would you prefer my hair, sir?” she asks smartly, a smile on her lips.

  I grin. “Up, I think.”

  “Shall I do that now, sir?”

  “In one moment,” I say, my eye catching sight of the butterfly on her nightstand. I pick it up and then squat down in front of her, attaching it in place and give it a pat. “Now you may go fix your hair.”

  She giggles and sashays across the room to her bathroom. Before she reaches it, I switch the vibrator on, and she pauses for a moment but then continues into the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, I watch her, listening to her little gasps of breath as the vibrator does its job. She bends at the waist and brushes her long red tresses, gathering it all up, she twists it into a bun and adds pins to hold it in place. Looking in the mirror, she uses a comb to release little wisps of hair framing her face. I switch the vibration, and she grips the counter, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. I grin at her.

  “Ready for the rest, pet?”

  “Y-yes… sir,” she breathes out as she turns and slowly walks from the bathroom, past me, back to stand by the bed.

  I pull the leather corset from the bag. “Arms up, pet.”

  She lifts her arms, whimpering a little as the butterfly continues to tease her. I wrap the corset around her and lace it loosely for a moment, so I can adjust her. I fix her ample breasts so that the corset pushes them up. The leather to
p of the corset sits just beneath her nipples, but there is a black lace ruffle along the edge that hides them from anyone who is not right up close to her. Once I have it settled correctly, I pull the laces in the back tight.

  “Deep breath, pet, and hold it.”

  “Y-y-yesss… s-sir,” she stutters out, her legs shaking.

  As she takes a deep breath, I pull the strings even tighter and then tie it in a bow at the bottom. “Okay, you may breathe again and put your arms down.” I return to the bag and pull out the pleated, black leather skirt and unzip it. I wrap it just below the corset on her hips and rezip it in the back. It just barely covers her ass cheeks. I walk around in front of her and look at her as she grips the bottom of the skirt, trying to hold on to something to keep herself in check and not come. “Let it go, pet.” I tap the back of her hands. “Be still.”

  She lets go and her fingers curl into fists.

  I adjust her breasts again, plumping them up a bit more so her nipples play peekaboo with the lace. “Bend over, pet.”

  She does, and I see that her ass is nicely on display with the gem encrusted plug peeking out from between her cheeks just as I imagined it would.

  I give her ass a pat and say, “Now, sit down on the edge of the bed, pet.”

  “Y-yes… s-sir,” she stutters through gritted teeth.

  Returning to the bag, I pull out the black leather, thigh high boots with heels. Kneeling, I lift her foot and slide it into the boot, zipping it up the back. I do the same for her other foot, and then standing, I take her hands and pull her up to her feet. “How do they feel? Is the size correct?”

  She nods. “G-good… s-sir…”

  As she stands there, I take a step back and look at the effect of the outfit. There is about an inch of creamy skin showing between the skirt and the top of the boots. I reach back into the bag and pull out the last thing, a pair of sparkling, dangle earrings that match the plug in her ass and put them in her ears. “Would you like to see how you look, pet?”

  She nods. “Y-yes, sir.”

  “Do you have a full-length mirror?”