by Jamie Knight
“I-it’s not done. That’s the problem. One of them, anyway. I have lots of ideas, but I can’t seem to get all the way through. Usually I get distracted on the way by another idea. I know I just need to sit down and finish something, but it’s harder than it sounds.”
“You don’t need to tell me about that, sweetheart,” Simon chuckled.
“You’ve had trouble too?”
“Of course. That part of why I write with a pen. On top of just liking them, it helps things go a lot smoother with drafting. There is always going to be more than one, so the trick is to get through the first draft done so you have something to work with. I like to think of writing as something similar to sculpting. Sourcing base material, in this case a rough manuscript, as opposed to rough rock, and removing the unneeded bits. That’s not even to say all the parts of a first draft are bad. Sometimes they are quite good, but if they don’t help the story in some way they need to go.”
“How do pens help with that goal?” I asked, a bit confused.
“No one is going to see the first draft. I remind myself of this by doing them in pen and paper. The real work of development will come after I transcribe it into a computer. By which point, it is already in its third incarnation. The first is from my head to the page. And the second is from the handwritten page to the computer. A process which invariably brings about changes.”
I soaked it all up like a sponge, trying to hold onto this bit of free advice. Simon was becoming not only my boss and my master but also my mentor, training me in love and sex as well as craft.
“Yes, Sir,” was all I could think to say.
“I’m going to give you an assignment. I want you to choose one of your stories and write it out long hand from start to finish. It doesn’t matter how you do it, but I want a draft.”
“Okay. How long do I have?”
“Until the end of the holidays.”
I suppressed a whimper, reminded that our time together might be limited. The temporary job contract only went until January 1. At which point I might well have to go home to Portland. Not my first choice by any stretch, but I might not have any choice.
Suddenly, just by thinking about this possibility, I was even more determined to get a permanent position at Pigeon, and it sounded like Simon’s assignment might help me with that.
The food came and our comfortable silence returned. It actually felt like a date, even if that did seem ass backwards. Usually, the kinky sex came after the first date, though I wasn’t about to object to the switched order of things.
If I could have both, I was very happy. The exact sequence of events didn’t matter one little bit.
* * *
The next day, Simon insisted on taking me to work. But he didn’t bring me up to the door when we got to the office. It would have been too risky. Instead, he parked a few blocks away. It was an area that was still accessible to the building but not so close that we risked being spotted.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me two nicely wrapped gifts.
“Two?” I asked.
“Yes. One for you, and one for your Secret Santa recipient. I didn’t think you would have time after last night.”
“Thank you,” I said, not sure what else to say.
He kissed me sweetly on the cheek and I got out. The plan was for me to wait awhile until he could go in first, getting there right on time. Then I would go in, as per the usual flow of things.
At the appointed time, I strode through the lobby and signed in at the desk. I was the third signature of the day after Inga and Simon. It looked like she did leave sometimes, after all. Or at least she ventured far enough out of the building and back to have to sign the book.
Placing the first gift on the desk of my co-worker, I hurried to my own cubicle, wondering what mine could be. It would be a while until I could find out. The note attached specifically instructed me not to open it until I got home.
He would meet me there.
Chapter Twenty - Skye
He looked like a fine figure. Tall, tailored and handsome, he stood on the bottom step of the stoop, like a gentleman caller in an old movie. He was even wearing an old-fashioned hat, which was almost too much. Almost, but not quite.
Simon was one of the few men of his generation who knew how to carry it off properly. The entire effect was nearly aphrodisiac in nature. True, he could also be said to resemble the sister villain in a Gorey drawing, but I liked to accentuate the positive.
Words were very unnecessary, as they could only do harm. A kiss was all we needed. A small, closed-mouth smooch, Simon leaning down and me getting on my tiptoes. His hand was on my cheek as I held on to both of his shoulders.
The connection between us was as strong as it was palpable. I knew I loved him, but was still trying to figure out what to make of that fact. From what I’d heard my entire life, my stomach should feel like it was in knots. Except there was not a tangle to be told. If anything, being with Simon calmed me down and helped me feel at peace.
The feeling I got when he would play with me was as close as I’d ever gotten to a state of Zen. It really helped me let go of my physical existence and experience things on a different level. After he wrapped his arm snugly around me, we scaled the few steps to the front door of my apartment, and I let us in.
The door had barely closed when my coat came off. Simon was getting faster. His coat was already hung up at that point, and he’d already started on my boots, pulling off my socks as well, stroking the feeling back into my nearly numb feet.
“Poor baby,” he mused as he did so.
Now that I was properly dewinterized, Simon took the gift, still sticking out of my coat pocket, and led me over to the couch.
He watched as I opened it, my hands shaking only slightly, and even then, it was mostly from the residual cold. I let out a gasp when I saw what was in the box.
A vibrator.
“Do you know what it is?” he asked.
I could only nod, shocked and thrilled beyond the power of speech. Maybe I should have expected it, but I just didn’t.
“Do want me want me to use it on you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Great, let’s get your clothes off, okay?”
I nodded and mostly just lay still as Simon slowly stripped me, putting in little caresses and kisses on my bare skin as it appeared. When he was done, I was completely ready and trembling with anticipation. Simon was super sweet, stroking me and kissing me, helping me to relax.
When I was ready, Simon took the vibrator out of the box, gently pushing my legs open with his free hand, meeting very little resistance. Putting his arm around me and holding me close, Simon touched the buzzing toy to my tender pussy, making me jump and moan from the lightest contact.
Simon coaxed me and got my legs open again, that time managing to stroke the buzzing tip all along my pussy lips, up and down, making me feel amazing. Particularly when he would spiral it right on my clit.
Eventually, he worked the tip inside me and started moving it in and out. By then I was completely gone. Eyes closed, head back, I was far away on another plane of reality. He was teaching me so much and I loved him for it, knowing I could never truly repay him, although watching my pleasure seemed to be enough for him.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming. Simon could too because he suddenly stopped, slipping the vibrator out from inside me. I cried out and reached for the vibrator, the slap resounded through the room as he smacked my hand away.
“No,” he said sharply. “You have to learn how to control your orgasms.”
“Yes, Master,” I said, unable to meet his eyes, my face burning with shame.
“Do you think you should be punished?”
“Yes, Master.”
I tensed, waiting for the strike. Instead, Simon stroked my cheek, making me look at him.
“Not this time. You didn’t know what I was doing. Now that you do, things ar
e different. Do that again and I will flip you over and spank you until you scream. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, shivering, as much with desire as fear.
I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me.
Simon pushed my legs open again and, after a few preparatory strokes from his hand, he put the vibrator back inside me. He started out low, on a setting that felt more like a pulse than a buzz, only putting the very tip in.
It was a game of degrees. Each time I got used to a setting, Simon would push the vibrator further inside me. Before long, the vibrator was at a full buzz, Simon working it deep in my pussy, easing me back into a state of near nirvana.
I lost track of myself and barely noticed when I was about to cum. At least until Simon pressed hard on my thigh getting my attention.
“Deep breaths, pet. You can do it.”
I focused my mind and concentrated on my breathing, resisting my impending orgasm with everything I had. Apparently, my will was stronger than I ever imagined, and I managed to resist until Simon relented.
He kissed me lovingly, sliding the vibrator from my pussy, the tingling that had built up slowly ebbing down to nothing.
“That’s my girl.”
“Master?”
“Yes, my darling?”
“May I please cum?”
“Soon. But promise to hold off as long as you can?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Okay, darling.”
I scooted down a bit on the couch and opened my legs as wide as I could, feeling ready for anything he had in store. My confidence was boosted by how long I’d held out on during the second try. Maybe I really could do it after all.
Despite the new experiences flooding me at once, I was building my resistance, gaining self-control through Simon’s control of me.
With gentle strokes to get me warmed up, Simon switched the vibrator to medium speed and touched it to my pussy. I held fast, even as he slid it inside me, the relentless buzz hitting my clit with a vengeance.
If it was only that, I would have been okay, but my master also found it fit to angle it in just the right way, so it would hit my g-spot as well as my clit, like he had done while fingering me. Within minutes, I was on the very tipping edge of a massive orgasm.
Still, I refused to give in. My master wanted me to be strong, to resist, to last as long as possible, and I was going to. For him but for me as well.
Simon stroked my thigh, encouraging me as I continued to resist. He upped the ante even higher, pounding the vibrator in me relentlessly, sending waves of pure pleasure directly to my brain. I thought I might pass out but refused to give in.
“Now you can cum,” Simon said. “With my help.”
Gently wiping away my tears, Simon dove in, replacing the onslaught of the vibrator with light, loving licks of his tongue. I settled down into him as he lapped away, pleasuring my tender pussy lips.
He was exactly right. The way he was kissing me like that helped me to orgasm. I clutched the front of the couch cushions as the tremors hit me, running right through my body as I hit the summit of a monumental orgasm.
After licking me clean, Simon scooped me up and carried me, still stark naked, into the kitchen.
“What’s happening, Master?” I asked.
I’d only ever been naked in the kitchen once before that I could remember, which was when Simon had stripped me down to use the nipple clamps and eat me out. Maybe he had something else like that planned.
“Drink,” he said, setting a glass of water down in front of me.
I hadn’t notice how parched I had been before he did that. If sex was like exercise, it only stood to reason that it would be important to hydrate. I had the whole glass down in no time.
Simon got me another before getting back to the cooking. I didn’t know what he was making but whatever it was it smelled wonderful. Good enough to make my tummy rumble just from the smell.
“What is that, Master?” I asked, respectfully.
“Crapes,” he said simply.
“Like for breakfast?”
“That’s one kind. These are different. They have lots of protein. It will help you bounce back.”
Bringing two plates of great smelling food over to me, Simon surprised me by carrying only one set of cutlery. Cutting a bit from one of the crapes in front of me, he held it up to my mouth.
“Eat,” he ordered me.
I took the bite and started to chew, watching him all the while, just to make sure I was doing what he wanted.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my hair.
I nuzzled his hand, but he pulled away. Picking up the knife again, he kept feeding me until the plate was empty. Then he started on his own.
It was an odd felling to be sure but one that I quite liked. I thought at first that he was punishing me. Treating me like a baby on purpose. Until I realized he was rewarding me.
I’d done well and had passed his test. The cooking and him feeding me were his ways of pampering me.
When we were done, Simon put the dishes in the sink. When he returned to the table, he had a look I didn’t yet recognize and wasn’t sure I liked.
Lifting me up from the chair as though I weighed nothing, he carried me to the bathroom. I’d only had a shower that morning, but cleanliness was apparently quite important to Simon.
My loving master treated me to a warm and relaxing bubble bath after dinner. He cleaned me off before fingering me to another orgasm.
Once I was sufficiently washed, dried and fluffed, my master delivered me into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and kissing me on the forehead. I expected him to join me but as I drifted off, he slipped out of my room. I just hoped he would be back in it soon.
Chapter Twenty-One - Simon
When I woke up the next morning, it was like my heart was crammed into my cranium and still knew how to pound. It had been decades since I’d slept on a couch and even then, it had been a desperate, life or death situation— meaning I hadn’t wanted to drink and drive and crashing at a friend’s was the only other option.
The rope of searing pain running from just behind my shoulder up into my brain was something akin to low level torture. Still, it was a small price to pay to be there for my pet in the morning. I regretted leaving her the first night. Even if she was asleep, that was no reason to abandon her.
I would have slept in Skye’s bed, but I considered that a very private and sacred space and I hadn’t been invited. It was different at my house. I wanted her in my bed, and she had already given consent by going into pet mode.
If she had at all indicated that she wasn’t comfortable literally sleeping with me, she could have left in an instant. Though the impression I’d gotten had been rather different. Since this was her place and I wasn’t sure, though, the couch had had to do, headache be damned.
I looked at my watch, a simple, original piece done in a steampunk, exposed gear style. We still had time for a quick morning session if she was up for it. There was more I wanted to teach her and I loved to fit it in whenever we could.
But when I peeked into her room, I saw that my sweet little pet was still asleep, her tender body covered only by the blanket. I took a moment to watch her sleep before I approached.
There were some situations in which this would have felt pretty stalker like. But with Skye, I felt at ease. I had gotten the strong impression that she wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around her. Which was all the time.
My control held longer than I thought it could, it being a good ten minutes before I approached the bed and pulled the blanket back, revealing her beautiful body as if I was unveiling a statue.
She shifted a bit under my touch as I lay my hand on her neck. I could feel her pulse, thudding softly under her supple skin. For a brief, mad moment, I felt very much like her life was connected to mine.
I felt a small shudder go through me as I moved further down, sweet littl
e Skye rolling over onto her back. My hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. She was very warm and incredibly wet, clearly ready for some action. I could only imagine what she was dreaming about.
“Master,” she murmured.
I looked down in reply, realizing too late that she was talking in her sleep. I could feel the smile spread across my face. She was just the most adorable thing ever and I loved the fact that she was dreaming about me.
I pushed my fingers in further and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes still on me, breathing heavily, Skye spread her legs.
“Please, Master” she begged, looking like a starving puppy.
“Please what, Pet?”
“Please take my virginity, Master. I want to feel you inside me.”
“No, not yet. Not until you’re ready.”
“Really?” she asked, pouting.
I squeezed her thigh a bit, causing her to gasp.
“Keep that up and you won’t get anything, you naughty pet.”
“Sorry, Master,” Skye whimpered, looking down.
“If you promise to be good, I’ll make you happy.”
“Promise!”
“Okay then,” I said, unable to keep from smiling, “though I am still going to have to punish you for pouting. That really isn’t okay.”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
I was beginning to wonder if she did things just so I would punish her. If so, I liked that about her.
Taking her by the hips, I turned her over onto her belly and lifted her ass up and back into doggy position, meeting no resistance at all. Warming her up with some gentle strokes, I came down hard with a harsh strike to one of her ass cheeks.
Sweet Skye jumped and yelped but she didn’t try to get away, soon enough settling back down into position, as if waiting for more. My suspicions were confirmed. She did like the punishment.
It was hard but fast. A flurry of strikes that were hard and not so hard went smacking against her sweet ass, turning the flesh bright red. She lost her balance on the front end and fell face first into the pillow, which only put her ass up higher, granting me even better access.
