Dominique

by Sir Nathan

  “Almost ready, pet.”

  “Mmmmmm,” I moaned. I couldn’t help it.

  “You enjoy being touched here, don’t you, Dominique?” he asked, circling my now lubricated anus with a fingertip.

  “S-So much,” I squeaked, shuddering more.

  He swirled his fingers over it, increasing the pressure at the centre. “You like things in your ass quite a lot, don’t you, my little slut?”

  “Mmmmm ... Yessss,” I groaned, feeling his two fingers stretch my hole and push inside. They came out just as quickly and instinctively I pushed my ass back.

  “I think you need your plug, don’t you, Dominique?”

  “Y-Yes!” I was getting so frantically horny! “Your slut needs her asshole plugged while you fuck her, Master!”

  Andrew was reaching for the bedside table, mumbling, “Just as I thought ...”

  From the corner of my eye I saw him open the drawer and retrieve my plug. The whole time his free hand was caressing my ass in big circles. He picked up the crop and told me to hold it between my teeth. For a short moment I braced myself before feeling the plug push steadily into my pussy.

  “Mmmmm ... Ooohhhhh, Shhiirrr!” I cried in surprise, biting down on the handle. Trembling with need, I pressed back against the plug as it slid into me, deliciously stretching my cunt. “Oohhhhh ...” I moaned, arching and tossing my hair down my back. Trying to keep hold of the crop, my eyes rolled back in my head and my thighs quivered.

  Andrew grabbed a fistful of my hair and took up the slack, arching my back further. He slid the plug almost out then slowly back in again, over and over. Each forward movement of my head was stopped with a pull of my hair. I licked my lips. My body was trembling. I was going to cum! I had to tell him!

  “Ooohhh please, Master! Please let me cum!”

  Andrew froze with the plug buried in my cunt. “Not yet, my precious little fucktoy.”

  “Th-Thish girl ish ... ish ... ‘ery ‘lose, Shhirrrr!” I hissed through my teeth, curling my toes trying to stop its advance.

  “We can’t have that ...”

  Very slowly he twisted the plug out of me and I groaned in frustration, dropping my head as he let go of my hair. “Oooohhhh ...”

  His hands were on my ass spreading my cheeks again. I could feel the juices running down the inside of my thighs. It cooled as it dried on my skin. A counterpoint to the hot redness of my ass, the juicy heat of my pussy and the tangled throbbing nerve endings of my nipples and clit. He took the plug and wiped it up and down my dripping cunt, twisting and coating it as I writhed. He held me still with a steadying hand on my ass. I gritted my teeth. I knew what was coming next.

  “Here is something for my dirty ass-fucking slut.”

  “Ooohhhhh ...” I moaned, gasping and dropping the crop as he centred the plug against my asshole. I bore down like he taught me and I felt my ass opening, stretching and accepting as he pushed. An intense rush of adrenaline and pain ran through me as I opened up and I felt faint. My asshole stretched and stretched around the plug then thankfully closed around the base of it.

  Andrew patted my ass. “Good girl.”

  “Oh, God ...”

  Pop! Pop!

  He had the crop again.

  Pop! Pop! Pop!

  “Oooohhhh, fuck ... Mmmmmm ...” My skin was starting to smart back there. Heat radiated from each firm strike of the crop. He was on the second ‘coat’, using the same pattern as the first. I recognised it and began to anticipate each kiss. Alternate cheeks. He was working in larger and larger circles from the centre of each cheek, getting closer and closer to my pussy and asshole as each circle widened. Then there was a change.

  Pop! Pop! Pop!

  He started down the back of one thigh. Up and down, up and down.

  Pop! Pop! Pop!

  Then up and down the back of the other.

  Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

  Then round and round and round my ass again, seemingly harder and harder.

  Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

  I don’t know where I went. I felt my body shaking. The pops didn’t sound the same anymore. They sounded more like thuds. My moans sounded low and drawn out like they were in slow motion. I could hear my breathing and my heart, thudding in my chest faster and faster. Or was it the crop? I couldn’t tell. Oh my God, it was so close to my pussy, so close to my full ass. There was a dull roar in my ears and my skin prickled all over my body.

  At some time he had grabbed me by the hair again. I felt it when I tried to turn my head to watch him. His tanned broad chest twisted with his movements and trickles of sweat ran down his sparkling skin as I groaned. He was watching his work and our eyes met. He saw I was more than ready.

  Throwing the crop to the floor, he was naked in seconds and climbing onto the bed behind me. His hands gripped me under my hips and moved me into the position he wanted. He wedged the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy, and his words bent my world. “Cum when you want, I don’t give a fuck!”

  He impaled me. Not smoothly and insistently. Nooo, not at all. He shoved his long hard cock straight up my cunt. I was suddenly and deliciously full. “Aaaaahhhhhh! Oohhh ohhh Ooohhhhhhhhh!” I moaned, a crashing orgasm bursting inside me. Then I came again. “Ooohhhh fffuccckkkkk Sirrrr ... Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddd ...”

  And so it went. Again and again my body boiled in the fiery cauldron of my submission. The last I remember was my Master slapping my ass, pulling my hair, twisting my plug, and fucking me endlessly.

  I woke up in the middle of the night.

  Andrew must have fucked me more than once. Our combined juices left me lying in a big wet spot. And God! My ass and the back of my thighs were on fire! Gingerly I turned over to face him, but he was sleeping soundly, turned away. I spooned my body to his and slipped my arm around his torso. I calmed and thought briefly about what had happened, and about what he had said. Fortunately sleep and exhaustion consumed me.

  Dominique’s depth of submission was something that still had me concerned. Tinkering with it was an inexact art. It wasn’t like fiddling with a dial. She was a real person, and the danger of miscommunication was ever present. Before sleeping that night I resolved to talk to her more regularly about my motives, and about what I wanted from her. It was a good idea and I planned to start in a couple of days.

  I just had one more plan.

  It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. But every time was like the first time. Every time I brushed my fingertips over my welts, his welts, was like the first time. Every time I turned around and looked at myself over my shoulder in the mirror, was like the first time.

  Is there the remotest possibility I might ever tire of my own use? I wondered, waiting for the arrival of the Danish pastries. I am most certainly a satisfied woman. When I think about what happens to me in my life, warm shivers go through my body. My life exceeds the most outrageous fantasies most women have. How could I not be satisfied? I never imagined it would really happen to me ... that I would be here, in a relationship like this.

  Then my brow furrowed as I remembered Andrew’s words last night. ‘Cum when you want, I don’t give a fuck!’

  What did he mean by that? Had I displeased him in some way?

  ‘I don’t give a fuck!’

  Why didn’t he give a fuck? Was Andrew getting bored with me? My stomach fluttered and I started to feel nauseous. Maybe I was failing him. I closed my eyes and traced another ridged mark near the top of my thigh. I brushed it back and forth over and over. The feeling was comforting and somehow I drifted into a light sleep.

  Chapter 7

  As I slept, Andrew crept into the bedroom and quietly climbed over me, virtually in a sixty-nine position. When I woke with a start, his black leather-clad butt was right in my face! Giggling, I said, “That’s quite a view there, Master.” I struggled to smack his smooth muscular ass, but I soon realised I could hardly move! My upper arms were pinned under his calves and all I could do was slap his thi
ghs. Which I did! “Oohhh let me up! We have to have breakfast!” I was laughing and wriggling but it was kind of fun.

  Like a magician doing the tablecloth trick, he jumped and pulled hard at the silk bed sheet. In an instant my body was exposed to the cool morning air. Between the sight of Andrew’s hard butt, and finding myself suddenly at his mercy, I had completely forgotten about his words from the night before.

  He wrenched open my knees and held my thighs tightly. Gasping, I squirmed as he sprayed something warm and wet all over my shaved and increasingly excited pussy. Soon the heady aroma of my patchouli and musk oil wafted through my senses and I swooned.

  Groaning as his fingers spread and coated me, I was soon slick and slippery and he was working two fingers in and out, getting right up inside me. I tried to put my feet flat on the bed to push myself at his fingers, but with every move he coiled tighter around me like a big snake. He had one of my legs bent and gripped under his arm, and I don’t know how he had the other one but I could hardly move at all. All I could see was his ass and I wondered what would happen if I bit it, so I tried! As soon as I did, he deftly hooked his foot over my shoulder and pushed me back on the bed with a thud.

  “Oh no you don’t, you little vixen!” Andrew teased, then bit me on the inside of my thigh!

  “Owww!” I yelped. Wriggling and protesting, I was massively turned on. I could feel his hot breath right on my pussy, and my legs were wide open and held fast. When he slid his fingers out, my pussy was clenching I was so hot. “Oooooo, Sir! What are you doing?”

  He was pushing something into me! I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely plastic, or maybe latex. It felt like I had a golf ball inside me. I heard a click and suddenly that thing started humming. I stopped struggling, feeling the muscles in my pussy fluttering in little spasms. “Ohh!” It was good! I started squirming again and trying to free myself of his grip. My breath was becoming ragged and my pussy was clenching tighter around the ball. God I love being helpless, I thought as I moaned. My muscles felt so hard and tense, and he held me so tightly! Then, oh my God! He slapped my ass and I almost came. “Ohhhhh!”

  In a muffled voice he was cursing and calling me a ‘hot little slut’. He was smacking my ass over and over and it was just right. I was so wet! With another click that buzzing ball inside me stepped up a notch. I clenched my teeth and willed myself not to cum straight away. Somehow I convinced myself that I couldn’t cum if I was held tight like this. I believed it when I thought to myself, To cum I need to thrash about and flex my body. The notion held me back as my ass got hotter and my pussy put a stranglehold on that buzzing little ball. I was going mad and my butt was smarting. My hips started trembling against my will and I moaned really loudly! “Oooooooooohhhhhh!”

  Click!

  That maddening ball took off to new heights! The vibrations were so hard they came right through my pussy wall and attacked my clit. Andrew’s hot tongue started swirling around it and it was too much. I heard him command me to cum and I grunted twice then my body spasmed and my hips jerked violently. Andrew rolled off me and suddenly I was free and I flew! I was cumming so hard! “Aahhhhhhhhhhh, Jesssuuussssssss! Ohh fuck ohh fuckk fuckkkk yessssssssssssss!” My hands shot to my pussy and my thighs closed around them. Rolling onto my side, my body flexed over and over, mindlessly squirming across the bed like a sidewinder.

  Aftershocks were still running through my body as I rolled onto my back, completely spent. Thankfully Andrew turned off his wicked new toy and I moaned softly in appreciation. “Mmmmm ... Thaaank you, Master. Goddd ...” Reaching out to him, I scratched the back of his arm lightly as he sat on the side of the bed facing away from me. He turned around, holding his mouth then took his hand away. I’d given him a fat top lip! “Oh my God! Master? Did I do that? Oh, I’m so sorry!”

  “Shhhh, it wasn’t intentional. But I never knew you had such strength, pet!” Then he grinned at me and said “Owww!”

  I pulled myself upright, then kissed and nibbled his fat lip as softly as I could, whispering, “I know it was an accident, but I’m still sorry.”

  He smiled more carefully this time, telling me, “It’s okay. It’s not that bad.”

  “Okay,” I breathed, kissing back along his jaw. “Thank you so much.” He was freshly shaved and smelled so yummy. I kissed down the side of his neck, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. I smiled to myself when I heard his voice croaking with pleasure, even though it meant an end to play time.

  “Mmmmm ... All right, Dominique. That’s enough. Paul’s coming over, remember.”

  Oh, wow! I’d clean forgotten he was dropping by. “Um, do I need to do anything, Master?”

  Taking my shoulders in his hands, he quietly cleared his throat before saying, “Let’s get that egg out of you first. Lay back pet, you can do it. You can see what it looks like.” I did as he asked and slid two fingers inside me, wedging out the toy. Blushing hard at how wet I was, I handed it to him and he chuckled. “We’ll be having lot’s of fun with this.” He took out his handkerchief and cleaned it, then slipped both into his pocket.

  “Oh yes, I can just imagine, Master,” I said, grinning. I yawned and stretched my arms overhead. I was starting to look forward to seeing Paul again. Andrew passed me a handtowel from the end of the bed and I cleaned myself up a bit. “All done!”

  “Not yet, you’re not.”

  “Um, what would you like me to do, Master?”

  “I feel like teasing you all day, Dominique. So,” he said, reaching for the bedside drawer. “I’d like you to pop these in.”

  “Mmmm, thank you, Sir,” I replied, gratefully taking my Ben-Wah balls from his hand. I started wondering what he had planned. I’d be sizzling by the time Paul arrived!

  “It’s a nice hot day. How about putting on your bikini bottoms, the high cut ones and a nice tight t-shirt. You can pick it out.”

  “Gosh, um ... if you think ... I mean, okay! I know just which one, Master!” I giggled and bounced around like a schoolgirl. I loved dressing up for Andrew. It was so much easier than trying to decide what to wear myself. Usually it was just he and I, so I didn’t mind what he chose. I mean, one thing I didn’t miss was standing in front of a mirror, trying on outfit after outfit, trying to decide what to wear. And anyway, no matter who else might have been with him, Paul was coming over!

  In a few minutes I was ready for Sunday morning pastries in the backyard.

  “Good girl! Let’s go eat!”

  “Yes Sir!” I replied military fashion and we grinned at each other. Wait till Paul sees me like this! I thought.

  Dominique’s eyes lit up when I reminded her of Paul’s visit. At that moment, it took all my willpower not to say something. But it wasn’t the first time. Since the night he visited, each time I mentioned Paul’s name she became coy and withdrawn. Though she appeared to be trying to hide it, she was eager to see him again and it made me feel uncomfortable. Last week I called him and we talked it over. I’d been pretty unsure about the scene Paul came up with, even though it sounded like fun.

  I let him talk and he informed me of some great news and he had a great idea of killing two birds with one stone. As I listened, I realised that at the very least it would be a great scene. Even if I were wrong, I hoped Dominique would enjoy it in the end, learn much, and forgive me for doubting her. As she and I walked down to the barbeque area, I considered all the angles and figured it was a win-win situation. At the first opportunity I would let Paul know he could proceed.

  And it was a perfect day: very warm with a light breeze and brilliant sunshine. Dominique finished putting sunscreen on her arms and legs and picked up the t.v. guide from the wrought iron table while picking at a Danish. I had grabbed the sports pages and was brushing up in case Paul wanted to talk sports. Glancing over at her, I smiled. She looked gorgeous in her designer sunglasses. I wanted her feeling hot and she sure looked it. Her neck had a pinkish hue that matched her cheeks and when she looked at me, her dusky bl
ue eyes smiled as much as her mouth. Hmmm ... How much should I tell her?

  I was reading some rubbish about Harrison Ford but I wasn’t really concentrating. I really loved being outside, sitting with Andrew at the garden setting. He would tell me to get my outdoor cushion if he wanted me kneeling, but today I was sitting on a comfortable chair in the sun. Images of Andrew and Paul working on me kept flashing through my mind, and my nipples were aching. I recrossed my legs and squeezed a little. The way Andrew had me dress told me it was going to be an interesting day, and my pussy was interested! “Master?”

  “Yes, pet?”

  “I, um ... I have a confession to make.” I wanted to tell him I was all hot and bothered.

  “Can it wait, Dominique? Paul should be here soon.”

  “Oh, um,” I hesitated. He’s not in the mood. “Y-Yes, Sir. Yes, of course it can.”

  “‘Yes, Sir’ would be fine Dominique, unless your confession is urgent.”

  “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Um, it can wait.”

  “All right. We’ll talk about it when Paul and Lydia have left.”

  “Who is Lydia?” I blurted, immediately blushing. There was a woman coming over? Who is she? Oh, damn. Does that mean I won’t be getting his attention? But it was so fun!

  “Speak respectfully, pet.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I ... I was just wondering who Lydia might be, Sir. You haven’t mentioned her name before.”

  He nodded. “They are old friends. Apparently he saw her again at a bash recently. Apparently they hit it off quite well.”

  “Oh, um ... Will we be expecting them soon, Sir?” Will he still use me?

  “Yes, pet. They should be here shortly.”

  God, I had so many questions. I could hardly contain myself! “Would you say they are an item, Sir?” Will he still be coming over?

  “An item? I’m not sure. But I think we’ll find out.”

  “Well, he certainly deserves a good submissive, Master.” I bet she’s not as pretty as me.