Off Duty

by Ellie Masters

  “Come sit at the table again,” I ordered her, then showed her the photograph.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “That’s … I know this sounds narcissistic, but I look so sexy in all these marks, Master. Jesus, please … let me cum, Sir.”

  “Yes,” I said, seeing the flush in her throat and erect nipples. “Masturbate for me, slave. Show me my nasty girl.”

  “God, yes,” she moaned, her fingers trailing teasingly down the flat planes of her belly before getting to her pussy, then working, teasing herself, tormenting herself, while my cock, sore from all the recent action, nevertheless twitched to life. Laura began gasping and moaning. “Please … God, please!” she cried out as she teetered on the brink.

  “Cum!” I barked, and she screeched, doubled over and sliding from her chair to moan, curled in a quivering ball on the floor.

  “Jeezus … omigod,” Laura moaned.. “What you do to me, Master.”

  “That’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” I said. To be honest, it really was, and an ego stroke that I had this impact on this beautiful woman who could take her pick of any man she wanted, but landed on little old me.

  “So are you, Master,” Laura said.

  “Go and shower, then meet me in the parlor,” I told her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  I helped her to her feet, knowing after yesterday, she was bound to be feeling rather grimy. It was part of her punishment too, in truth. Doctors tend to be neatniks.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’m starting to smell myself and that’s not all too ladylike.”

  I gave her ass a playful smack. She yelped and giggled, then hurried off to the shower.

  “I need to ask you some questions,” I said when she returned downstairs, looking refreshed, and honestly, smelling far better. “No, it’s not ‘we need to talk,’ so stifle that shit now, please.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “Laura, you come from the salon and I’m from the saloon,” I said. “I’m good with that, from my standpoint. I’m dating upward, right? But how is this going to be with your friends, your peers, when it comes out that we’re together? You know how elitist and hoity-toity many physicians can be. You probably make a good five times more money than I do, perhaps ten and maybe even more. How are you going to be when they sneer that you’re slumming? Because you and I both know that’s what’s going to happen. I just worry that the peer pressure is going to make you think you need to push me away to please your peers or keep from damaging your career.”

  “God damn you,” she snapped. “And I won’t be punished for this, you lout! Tell you what … pick any ten friends of mine, any ten coworkers, give the command, and I’ll blow you in front of all of them and tell them to kiss my ass if they don’t like it.”

  Her anger fell back a bit. “The truth is, I don’t have friends. I have associates. Care to guess how often I’ve entertained guests in that fucking palace of mine? How many dinners I’ve put on? The answer is zero. Z. E. R. O. Keith … I’m not …”

  She breathed a sigh of frustration, then continued. “Until you, I never really connected with people, never knew how to sit and chew the breeze or shoot the fat or whatever the fuck people call it. And, I’m telling the blunt truth here, I wouldn’t care if you were a minimum wage janitor somewhere, I love you and I don’t give a flying fuck what others might think.”

  I arched a brow, not convinced, but she was hell bent on continuing, so I let her.

  “And don’t worry about my career. This sounds arrogant but it’s no less true: that hospital is fucking lucky to have me, and they damn well know it, and anyone above the level of a fucking aide there knows it too. God, I can’t believe my status intimidates you. Jesus Christ, I’m not slumming, damn your hide. I’m surrendering myself, and reveling in every second of it. Jesus fuck, I’m naked as a jaybird here, marked by … I don’t know how many lashes and spanks … you’ve hurt me, humiliated me, fucked every hole I have, and I keep coming back for more. Please take your own insecurity and stuff it up your ass, Kei … Master, like I’ve stuffed so much of mine.”

  She groped my cock, still hard in my shorts. “And please stuff this up my ass, and often.”

  “I love you so much,” I told her. And that was true. “I’m not the arrogant ass you seem to think I am, and I have worries too. Sorry.” I took a breath. “Uniform. Truck.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  CHAPTER 39

  There was no question as to what my uniform might be. I ran to his bedroom and found one of his tee-shirts. Naked underneath, I loved how it clung to my form. The black fabric was thin enough that my nipples peeked through, but thick enough not to reveal my nakedness underneath.

  I returned to him and presented myself for inspection. He said nothing, only slapped my ass. “Get,” he barked. “We’ve got errands to run and fishing to do.”

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  I raced out to his truck, the one which reminded me of my daddy, and gave a deep sigh. When I’d had to sell daddy’s truck, a little piece of me died inside. I’d missed it for so many years. In many ways, this drew me to Keith. Not in a daddy way, that wasn’t my thing, far from it. But him driving a truck like my dad’s? I don’t know. It made me feel like I could really trust him. I’d handed Keith my body and soul, but sometime soon I’d be giving him the keys to my life.

  I needed that, because I struggled in many ways to give Keith my full surrender. Like the twinkle in his eyes, this truck was something which humanized him. He wasn’t just the master who held the whip, but the man who loved me enough to use it.

  Our drive to my house was quiet and uneventful. I think we were both captive to our thoughts. He’d brought the plans with him, and we spread them out on the kitchen table. I, of course, had ditched the tee-shirt at the door. Keith went around closing all the curtains. I adored that about him. What he did to me was for him alone, and I reveled in every gentle caress, every adoring kiss, every loving word whispered in my ear. As harsh as he could be, Keith was a wonderful romantic. I had the best of both worlds, a loving boyfriend, and an unrelenting master.

  “I’ve got some plans stashed in the kitchen,” I told Keith. “When I first moved in, I’d wanted to turn that empty bedroom into a dance studio. I scratched that when I decided to fix up the basement instead. I didn’t know what to do with that room, and tossed around the idea of turning it into a safe-room, even took a few bids.”

  “Are you afraid of living alone? You live in a nice neighborhood. I can’t imagine crime is an issue.”

  “It’s not, but I don’t like the creaking of the house at night.”

  “Why didn’t you ever build it out?”

  “Work, I suppose. I got busy. But, I have the list of contractors. I’m sure we could call them and have them at least build out the safe-room. It wouldn’t take much to soundproof it from there, and build out your dungeon.”

  “For a slave who will spend many hours of agony in that room, you sound a bit eager.”

  He saw right through me. “I hope that’s okay?”

  “Oh, fine and dandy by me.”

  I called a few of the contractors and scheduled appointments for them to come look at Keith’s plans. He took the time to explore my home. When I finished, he took my hand and led me upstairs, no crawling today. He seemed to reserve that for what I was learning to recognize as heavier, deeper scenes. Times like now, he was sweet and gentle, loving even.

  That all changed when we got upstairs. When his belt came off, I went to my knees. There I took him in my mouth, while he heated my back with his belt. Compared to what I’d endured before, these were simple love taps, but I still felt his strength, his control, and his unwavering dominance.

  He flipped me to my back and tortured me with his tongue, until my juices dripped down his chin. I came hard and with a warbling scream, but he had only begun. Up against the wall, I came on his fingers. Then I rode his cock, tits bouncing while he grinned up at
me. Right when I was about to cum, he pulled out, making me scream with the frustration of another aborted orgasm. While I bit my tongue, he flipped me back to hands and knees.

  “Who owns you?” he growled, as he slid inside my ass.

  I hissed against the burn, sensitive from the last several times he’d used me there.

  “I belong to you,” I screamed, as another orgasm threatened to drown me in pleasure, but I held back my release, denied until I had his permission.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said as he plunged into me.

  As he thrust his hips, I fell forward, my arms collapsing beneath me. “Please,” I begged, “I need to cum.”

  I rocked back against him, praying he gave his consent, because I was about to explode. I didn’t want to be punished for disobeying one of his rules, but I didn’t think I could hold this one back. My need to please him overrode all thought, even if my body didn’t want to agree. I rode the edge of my impending release, my cries escalating as I begged.

  “Cum, you needy bitch,” he said.

  My world exploded into a million bits, all thought in my head disintegrating as he plowed into me chasing his release. With a grunt he emptied his seed into me, marking me yet again as his. He slapped my ass, and pulled out.

  “I can’t seem to get enough of you, slave.”

  I looked up at him through the curtain of my hair. “May I ask a question, Master?”

  “Yes.”

  “What is the most times you’ve ever...well,” My cheeks heated. How I could blush in front of him amazed me, especially after everything he’d done to me. But, I was honestly curious. “What’s the most times you’ve ever cum in a day?”

  “Well,” he said in his thick drawl. “Remember the cobwebs? I don’t think I’ve ever counted, and to be honest, I think my pecker is feeling a bit raw.”

  “Master! Can’t we please call it something else?”

  “It?” He pointed to his softening cock. “You mean this?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yes! Can’t we call it Rocky the Rooster. Or Master Magnum? Or…”

  “How about you let me name my cock? Master’s prerogative.”

  “Of course, as Master wishes, but I’m the one who gets to suck it.” I mouthed Rocky the Rooster in full sight of Keith.

  He grabbed me by my ankles and gave me ten fast swats. I kicked and screamed, but wound up giggling when he dug his fingers into my ribs. He tortured me mercilessly, until I screamed Uncle and begged, promising anything if he would stop.

  “See, this is what you have yet to learn,” he said. “There’s no promise to give. You no longer have the choice to say no.”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing my thighs tight against a throb of pleasure. “That’s so hot. It turns me on.”

  His fingers slipped inside my pussy, dragging against the walls. “Your surrender turns me on, now ride my fingers, little slave. Show me how greedy you can be.”

  I bucked my hips, while he finger-fucked me through another release, then lay on the floor completely spent and insanely satisfied.

  He lay beside me, curling his large frame around my body, cocooning me within his strength. “Over there, I plan on placing an overhead rail. The perfect device for suspension.” He pointed to the other wall. “St. Andy’s twin will rest there. A bench over there.” He detailed his plans for the dungeon he would build, and I grew wet thinking about all the nasty things he would do to me inside this room.

  “God,” he said, “I can smell you from here. Is this turning you on too?”

  “I can’t help it,” I moaned. “You’re fulfilling my every fantasy, Master.”

  He flipped me around and buried his face between my legs. I dug my fingers into his hair, moaning with pleasure, riding his face as he worked his jaw and tongue to drive me insane. As my body came down from another indescribable high, he pointed to the corner of the room.

  “And over there,” he said, “I plan to put a device of the most exquisite torture.”

  A fog of exhaustion filled my mind. “Yes Master?”

  He laughed. “Your newest toy, a Sybian.”

  “What is that?”

  “Oh, something I intend to enjoy watching you ride.”

  I had no idea what that might be, not that I cared. Rolling over, I raked my fingers through his hair. “You mentioned fishing, Master.”

  “Indeed I did.”

  “I think it might be wise if I dress in something more appropriate, if you would allow?”

  “Of course,” he said. “Are you eager to go?”

  “It’s been ages since I’ve fished,” I said with a smile. “I wonder who will catch more?”

  “I sense a competitive streak in you. You might want to be careful with that.”

  “Why? Is Master afraid his slave will out fish him?”

  His brows drew down and his lips firmed into a thin line. “Be careful, slave. Even if you win, you lose.”

  I couldn’t help but taunt him. “Even if I lose, I win.” As long as I was with him, I could never lose. We cleaned up and I put on some jeans, then tugged my uniform over my head. I loved wearing his clothes. His scent flooded my senses with nearly every breath.

  We spent but a few hours in my home. He’d taken me, as was his right, but it felt different. He’d been nearly gentle with me, loving, maybe even reverent. I treasured him sharing that side with me. I needed his gentleness nearly as much as his steel.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he said, as we walked back out to his truck.

  “Just feeling thankful, Master,” I said. “And I had a question, if I may?”

  “I’m feeling incredibly generous. Ask away.”

  “Well, what gets you hard? What drives you? I want to know how to be a better slave.”

  CHAPTER 40

  God, what she did to me. I felt suddenly half my years with Laura, that wiseass corpsman home on leave, visiting that half-forgotten stripper bar a lifetime ago.

  “Laura, I want to say what drives me is you, and that’s true,” I told her. “You’re … I hope I don’t have to reassure you about how hot and insanely sexy you are, even beautiful, and we ain’t even started talking about your dimples.”

  Laura tittered and blushed at this as I serioused up.

  “All of that appeals to me, honey. It’s all you. But your surrender draws and drives me, your devotion to me. You don’t ask ‘why’ but ‘how,’ and it … you really haven’t denied me. You’ve maybe tried to talk it to death, and God knows you’ve bucked. But you’ve surrendered. You’ve accepted my mastery, even if you breathe a bit more fire than you ought. That excites me, that submission and obedience.”

  “I … Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying this … but I love you,” she said, looking at the hardwood floor.

  “It would mean more if you said it looking in my eyes,” I suggested.

  “God,” she said, then her eyes met mine, unwavering. “I love you, Master. There. I said it. I finally dropped all my defenses.” Her voice rose. “I love you!” She threw herself at me and kissed me with the same longing that I kissed her.

  “Well, I find you mostly non-objectionable,” I returned, and she giggled at this.

  “Lashes or not, you’re an ass,” she grinned.

  I knew she respected me. This day, we were Keith and Laura, perhaps dom and sub, but not quite master and slave. No, we were lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend.

  Her contractor couldn’t come over for two days, and there was nothing to be done for our plans, so I rose, helped her to her feet, and we drove to my house, where we quickly hitched the boat trailer to my truck then drove off. Along the way, we stopped at Cortland Sporting Goods, where Laura got a fishing license and I bought bait and a rod-and-reel rig for her. We rode off to the lake and I got the boat off its trailer, where Laura deftly tied it off to the dock while I parked, showing a bit of her knowledge of rope, or maybe sutures. I boarded the boat, fired up the motor, and then we rode out onto t
he mostly abandoned lake to a spot I knew usually produced fish. To be fair, she caught six fish to my four, but one of hers was big enough to be a keeper and three of mine were big enough bass to keep.

  I bent her over one of the pillar chairs on the bass boat, and gave her fifteen good spanks to her ass, since three of my keepers exceeded one of hers.

  “But I caught more fish!” she objected.

  “Catch-and-release don’t count,” I countered, laughing while she grinned.

  After, I piloted the boat down an offshoot creek and puttered around a bend to a small beach. By small, I mean it was maybe fifty feet wide and extended about as far from shore, shaded by a thick wood of oaks and pines, mostly trees that were well-established before my father was born. It was a weekday, and I’d only seen two more boats on the lake. I’d parked the boat here a few times in the past to wander about. I even built a fire here a few times to grill my catch. I doubted there was another human being inside two miles of us, maybe more. In my several stops here, I’d never once seen anyone, and didn’t see footprints on the tiny beach on my visits here.

  We tromped into the woods and I found a willow tree, from which I cut a few switches with my knife, a survival knife I’d “lost” and didn’t turn in when my deployment ended. The Marine captain winked at me as he marked it as lost in combat, after a chairborne warrior E-5 presented the paperwork to him, and that was the end of it. The knife had a saw-back on it, that went right through the switches, while Laura looked at me, wide-eyed and transfixed.

  Without being ordered, she understood, and stripped down, then went face-down-ass-up for me. I stripped the leaves, which robbed the effectiveness of the switches, blocking them from cutting through the air, then examined my beautiful woman in the dappled light of the warm and beautiful day. I gave her ten lashes across her plump ass while she whimpered. But that was all I thought she could take, and I was too hard to keep lashing.

  I shucked my clothes, went to my knees, and thrust my cock deep into her pussy as she let loose a hair-raising moan of desire. I plunged in and out of my Laura, hard and fast, fucking her for all I was worth. We came together, both of us making feral growls in the woods. We snuggled up a while at the base of a huge oak tree, then found a huge blackberry patch and half-filled my hat with berries, which we had along with a fish from the live well that we’d filleted. I built a fire easily enough from oak twigs for kindling, then sawed-off parts of a fallen branch, with a simple grill made of three steel posts with a grill atop them. It was simple stuff, but a magnificent lunch to devour. We ate half the berries we picked, then put the rest into a Ziploc bag, then pushed off the boat and puttered away.