by Sir Nathan
We left Dominique to recover and decided to grab a beer. The sun was going down, bathing the surrounding hills in a fiery glow. The eerie silence was broken when Gigi joined us and politely asked if I wanted her on my lap, “You know, if you are missing her, Sir.” I waved her away and she settled on Dean’s lap, stealing sips of his beer and kissing him.
“This is going well, don’t you think?” Dean asked me.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.
“C’mon, she’ll figure it out. She’s been pretty good,” he said encouragingly.
“Thanks, buddy.”
“Don’t mention it. Hey, look who’s here.”
I followed Dean’s index finger to the four-wheel drive bouncing down the hillside on the other side of the valley. “Nice RV.”
“It’s Miles.”
“Miles? As in Miles and Simone?” I asked. Dean nodded. “Man, I haven’t seen them in years. Oh, this is perfect.”
“I thought so too.”
I awoke with a groan as my arms were lowered in the pitch-blackness. Big warm hands untied me, leaving me on my front and placing my arms out straight, legs together. My shoulders ached and I wanted to get up and walk around. A deep voice in the darkness said, “Don’t move.” In moments the tails of a flogger were being gently dragged up and down my hot, welted back.
The voice was not one I recognized, but I didn’t have much of a chance to ponder that. The flogger started whipping through the air behind me, back and forth, back and forth. It wasn’t quite touching me, but it was getting closer and closer, whipping the air next to my skin. It started to snick me on each pass. The pace was rhythmic and leisurely, and most certainly expert. I slipped into the cracks of my consciousness, where all that existed was the sound.
Whap ... Whap ... Whap ... Whap ...
He worked with great accuracy for the longest time. It was just right. Maybe I was numb, but all it did was relax me and make my pussy throb. It was amazing. Finally it stopped and I felt him sit down on the side of the bed. His warm hands caressed all over my back and he whispered that I had beautiful skin. He said he hoped I enjoyed my flogging and I breathed that I did. “It’s time to join the others. Roll towards me and I’ll carry you.” He picked me up in those large warm hands and carried me into the dining room and laid me on the table.
It was so bright after the darkness of the bedroom that I held my hands up to cover my eyes until they adjusted. Once they did, I stared at the grinning man who had flogged me. He was at least six foot six inches tall and his dark ebony skin glinted in the harsh lighting. Andrew and Dean tied ropes around my wrists and ankles and I blushed as I was spread out. I was face up and I didn’t know what was happening. They all seemed to be waiting for something. Andrew said, “I see you have met Miles.” Miles chuckled.
I nodded and bit my lip. At that moment Gigi entered carrying a large bowl towards the table. She was smiling at me and walked right up to me. Andrew nodded and suddenly she poured a huge swathe of hot liquid across my chest. Gravy! At first I screamed, thinking I was being burned, but it wasn’t that hot. Gasping, I felt it running over my breasts and down my stomach. I writhed and moaned at the same time. It was steaming hot and I strained to watch as Dean and Andrew’s mouths descended to my flesh, licking like crazy. I moaned louder as Gigi poured gravy over my swollen cunt and Miles immediately started licking it all up. I was fast becoming oblivious to the pain and heat of my ass and back as I squirmed on the table.
Gigi produced a big spoon and started dishing stew onto me. Carrots, peas, mashed potatoes, then more gravy. I was just a big moving, moaning plate. They ate from me using only their mouths, licking and sucking to get what they wanted. It was erotic and stimulating and but not enough to cum. That wasn’t their intention.
When they were through, Dean picked up the bowl and poured more meat and gravy onto me. Andrew told Gigi to “Go ahead.” Gigi giggled and began licking and sucking her dinner from my skin. She started at my breasts and licked every inch of them, then sucked my nipples till they ached. I was in such need of being fucked or something. Gigi kept brushing her fingers over my clit as she worked her way down my body, cleaning and licking me. She seemed to know how bad a state I was in, and slipped to her knees with her face between my legs, scratching her nails up and down my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
“Beg her, Dominique,” said Andrew.
I was so hot I didn’t even hesitate. “Tongue my cunt, suck my clit! Oh God, please. Please, do it!”
“Do it!” Andrew ordered.
My back arched and I shuddered in orgasm as soon as Gigi started rapidly flicking my clit with her tongue! It was only a little one and she didn’t stop. Soon I was going up again, heading for another one. She started tonguing me deep and the men were pouring more hot gravy over me and licking it off, sucking and biting my nipples. Then Gigi sucked my clit. Oh, it felt so good. Arching off the table, I just came and came and came.
At some point someone said Gigi was paying too much attention to me. Miles came up behind her and pulled her to her feet and bent her over. Then he started fucking her. She still had her hands on my thighs and was looking down at me from between my legs, with a wet face and lust in her eyes.
I gazed up at Andrew. He looked at Dean and nodded his head. They untied me and turned me over, retying me and pouring more gravy over my back. It wasn’t as hot by now, but I moaned as it hit the welts. Once I was tied again, Miles called out, “Simone!” A beautiful coloured woman appeared from the corner of the room. I hadn’t even noticed her there.
She approached me slowly and in my face down position it was hard to hold eye contact as she got closer. She pulled my head up by the hair and slapped my face. My jaw dropped and I glanced at Andrew standing there, looking down on me. I wanted his smile so badly. It was very quiet and I could feel the eyes of everyone watching me. The muscles in my gut and pussy tightened. I felt totally humiliated as she slapped my face again then pulled my mouth to her pussy.
“Eat my fucking cunt,” Simone hissed. I tried to turn my head away and she slapped my face again! With her grip in my hair, my neck was stretched back and I was trembling. “Eat my cunt you prissy little bitch!” she screamed at me.
She ground her clit into my nose and I reached out with my tongue, pushing it under her and drawing it up between her lips. I pressed into her wetness, tasting her and sliding my tongue from her opening right up to her clit. She groaned and shivered as I swirled around the knot of flesh and flicked across it. She kept slapping my face, but much more softly, urging me to lick faster or to bite her here and there or to push my tongue up inside her or to suck her clit. Miles asked how I was doing and Simone replied, “Better now, Sir. Mmmmm ... Much better.”
What a way to eat my first pussy. And I was getting desperately hot. I felt a big vibrator being pushed into my cunt, and I started to writhe around in the ropes. Then my ass was being spanked! Tears were coursing down my cheeks from the pain or the joy I don’t know which. A well-lubed cock was being pushed into my ass, and I heard Gigi saying, “Jeez, that looks so good.”
Moaning and half out of my mind, I turned my head each way a little and saw Andrew and Dean each spanking my ass and laughing. That meant Miles was fucking me in the ass! My toes curled as I tried to hold back my cum. I felt strange as my orgasm welled up in the back of my pussy and spread with numbing tingles through my loins. For some reason I didn’t feel like I deserved to cum. But my body didn’t care! Andrew said, “Watch my gorgeous slut cum!” And like a switch had been flicked, I flew into orbit, swearing and shuddering and shaking. I lay there for minutes, totally exhausted. Weeping in humiliation and joy and defeat as they talked and laughed around me.
Andrew untied me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the shower. He washed me all over so slowly and so gently and lovingly. The whole time I was crying freely and thanking him for being my Master. I begged for forgiveness, for being angry and upset and jealous about
Gigi, for my foolish pride and my arrogant need to be the centre of attention, and for taking him for granted. That was something I would never ever do again.
“If I could give you one thing right now,” he asked as he dried me with a stiff clean towel. “What would it be?”
Sniffling, I whispered, “I would like you ... to tell me ... you will keep me.”
“I am keeping you for a while yet, kitten,” he said, with a smile and the sparkle of a tear in his eye. That was when I knew. Not because of the words. The words weren’t important. It was the look on his face. At that moment, I knew he loved me, no matter what he said.
Wrapping the towel around me, he picked me up again and carried me into the bedroom. Laying me on the bed and gently unwrapping me, he told me how good I was for enduring my lesson and that everything would be all right. Kissing me tenderly, he told me to relax and rubbed lotion into my skin, all over. I felt like I was floating.
Dominique fell asleep quickly, but by the time I returned to the ‘party’, the others were in Dean and Gigi’s bedroom again. I thought about joining them, but I was exhausted. Even my cock was sore! So I made a coffee and sat out on the porch overlooking the moonlit lake. Despite the mosquitos, it was a lovely warm night and I didn’t really notice them.
As I sipped, I smiled to myself, thinking my plan just might have worked. She had a better appreciation for what was possible. Chuckling, I wondered how long it would last. Would she need a reminder along the way? Like a booster shot? Probably. An image of her quietly sleeping, skin pink with pleasure, came to my mind. I tossed the last of my coffee over the railing and headed for bed.
I wanted her in my arms.
On Sunday morning I woke to the sound of muffled screams! I was so glad Andrew was there beside me.
He sat up in bed and started fishing for clothes, saying, “Come on, we’re missing it!”
It was still early, the sun was just coming up, but I hardly had time to smile about Andrew being there in bed with me. I climbed out and wrapped my robe around me, hurriedly being led down the hallway on tiptoes. The sound of heavy breathing and muffled moans and of people muttering met my ears as Andrew pushed open the door. Candles lit the room, and none of the occupants took any notice of us. There was enough light to see what the four figures on the bed were doing. Gigi lay on her back with pillows under her ass and her legs spread widely. Dean was on one side of her and Simone on the other. They were holding her knees, keeping her legs spread.
Miles was on his knees between her legs, slowly working his huge hand into her pussy. Not just his fingers. His whole hand! Gigi was in such a state. She was tossing her head from side to side, and moaning and whimpering. Dean and Simone were sucking and biting her breasts harshly. For a brief moment I wondered how I could stop them when Gigi let out such a moan.
As if on cue she started begging Miles to go harder and deeper. He started pumping his whole hand back and forth, in and out of her, and she appeared to be torn between agony and ecstasy. The look on her face was primal. Dean looked right at me, and I froze like I’d been caught doing something wrong. He smiled at me and went back to sucking and biting Gigi’s body.
Part of me couldn’t look away. It was luridly fascinating, and I was amazed. Miles’ hands were huge! How could he have possibly gotten one into Gigi? My breathing was becoming ragged and I was wet. Again. It was just so incredible! Somehow I tore my eyes from the sight, trying to catch my heaving breath. I was so horny it was unbearable. Andrew took a fist of my hair and made me watch. I closed my eyes but I couldn’t get the image of Miles fisting Gigi’s cunt out of my head. I started rubbing my own pussy, getting hotter and hotter, and I was so thankful Andrew didn’t stop me. He did tell me to open my eyes, as he slowly bent me over and started spanking my ass softly. He lifted the back of my robe, and told me I could cum, but to hurry up.
“Thank you!” I gasped, sliding fingers from one hand into myself and rubbing my clit frantically with the other. He spanked me until Gigi came, screaming at the top of her lungs. By then I’d had three small orgasms. My ass was warm and pink and I wanted to beg Andrew to fuck me.
I didn’t have to do it. He led me back to our bedroom and made gentle and passionate love to me through two mighty orgasms. I couldn’t believe how hot it made me, watching and being watched, being spanked, God, everything! The whole weekend was amazing. Like one long scene. It would live long in my memory.
I thought about all kinds of things as I lay awake with Andrew sleeping soundly beside me. Being told what to do has always made me hot. But realising ‘being deprived’ made me hot too, was something new. Then it dawned on me. I shouldn’t expect to be fucked or even touched unless it was what HE wanted. That’s all! It’s just him. He is what matters to me. When he is happy, I get what I need.
And he loved me. He would never put me through all this, if he didn’t love me.
I dozed and when I woke up it was mid-morning, and Simone was lying next to me, staring down at me from a propped up elbow. She smiled and kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to her. I could feel her warm soft breasts and erect nipples pressing into my tingling skin. When she let me go I noticed Andrew leaning on the doorframe naked and staring at us, smiling. His cock was hard and erect. Simone got out of bed and literally dragged me with her.
“Come on. Time to learn a new trick,” she said, giggling.
As I stood in front of Andrew, I wanted to tell him what I had figured out, but Simone just pushed me to my knees. I stared up at him lovingly as she pulled down my jaw and pushed my head onto his cock. It didn’t matter what I had figured out. What mattered was my Master’s throbbing cock going down my throat. And I wanted it to! I wanted to hear him moan in delight as I sucked him all the way. His eyes bulged as I sucked and swallowed, feeling him throb hotly in my neck.
Simone said, “I thought you said she couldn’t take it all ...”
Wrapping his hands in my hair and guiding my pace, he replied, “She can take a lot more than I thought.”
My heart soared. I could still please him! I wanted to shout that I could take anything he could give me. I’d take it willingly! I’d take it and I’d relish it. Every moment. Every word. Every touch.
Every chance I had!
Everything around me faded away. All that existed was the look of pleasure on my Master’s face. He took my throat, and I felt more his than I ever had. A strange silence settled over me as he thrust in and out of my throat, faster and faster. I wasn’t afraid. I was happy, truly happy. Not overwhelmed. At peace. And he knew it. Groaning his love for me, he emptied himself in my adoring mouth and I swallowed with glee. I’d done it! He drew me to my feet and into his arms. Burying my face in his neck, I felt like I was high on something. I hadn’t even noticed Simone leaving the room!
The rest of the morning flew by. Gigi and Simone and I made pizzas, and we all sat down and ate and talked and laughed like nothing was out of the ordinary. They were such lovely people. Even Dean wasn’t as crazy as everyone made him out to be. Everyone wanted to know everything about me. I was feeling wonderful.
After lunch we packed the truck and headed home. It was about 2:30 p.m.
Chapter 6
After the weekend, Andrew gave me some space to get my head together, which was good. To be honest, I was ‘on autopilot’ all week, and hardly able to concentrate. I was glad work hadn’t noticed. The experience at Dean’s tilted my world on its axis, and I started to wonder about all kinds of things.
Going up there was a good idea, I decided, even if it was only to open my eyes to the possibilities. I learned some good lessons there. Probably the best one was that if my head was in the right place, I could deep throat Andrew, which was pretty exciting. Discovering a depth of subspace that I didn’t know existed was amazing too. My mind and body were capable of handling torments and pain much better than I thought. Though I was achy and marked for a few days afterwards, they soon went away.
Before going up there, I had a p
retty good idea of what went on at Dean’s, but I honestly thought I was going to get the option of getting involved. Like I could’ve just watched if I wanted. But it wasn’t like that at all. I was in it from the start and I fucking loved it. That threw a spanner in the works. How dare I love it? What kind of a slut was I? God. Even the horrible feelings of being ignored faded from my selective memory. It was an incredible weekend, and thoughts and flashes from it haunted me for weeks.
And yet, my jealousy concerned me. I could drown in sensuality, but if Andrew received pleasure from someone else, I felt betrayed! Then I felt guilty about thinking such ridiculous thoughts. What was wrong with me? It was the only part of the weekend that left me with questions.
One time at work I giggled when I thought of writing, ‘My Master’s pleasure is my joy!’ a hundred times on the whiteboard in the executive boardroom. I wished I were always so nonchalant and laid back about it. But I wasn’t, and I hoped my jealousy wouldn’t be my undoing.
Dominique and I had discussed many subjects over the previous year. I felt I knew what she was capable of, and I knew her limits. In the days following the weekend, we talked briefly about the night with Paul just prior to it, and about general conclusions from the weekend itself. She had nodded and agreed with things I pointed out to her, and added comments of her own. We even went to our first munch together during the week, and I was so proud of her. She’d been wonderful, demonstrating a depth and understanding of herself that I was proud to witness. She seemed to speak her mind in thoughtful ways and I enjoyed the maturity she was showing. I was pleased with her progress.
As the week wore on, it became clear new questions had been raised in her mind. She seemed to be wrestling with something she thought was important, but she didn’t come to me about it. One time I was about to enter our bedroom and I hesitated in the doorway. She thought she was alone, and her brows were furrowed in deep concentration. She was sniffling, holding a tissue to her nose, tears trickling slowly down her cheeks. As I turned and allowed her some privacy, it became clear something serious was going on.
