by Jamie Knight
And there it was. The flood of tears. The varnished wooden chair scraped against the tile as I went to her.
“Thank you, Master,” Dallas whispered.
Her face pressed up against my chest.
“It’s just Adam now. You're welcome, Dallas.”
I was not going to call her Sparrow now that I knew she had gotten the wrong idea and hoped for something I couldn’t give her.
Walking Dallas back to her place, we shared a purely platonic hug before I sent her on her way. These lingering attachments years later could happen. The emotions involved in the power exchange were very real, which was why aftercare was so important.
Still, some can't completely let go. Especially if it was their first time. Dallas wasn't the first to come back again. I always tried to help them as much as possible, taking at least part of the responsibility. I even kept in contact with some of them, often becoming friends.
Dallas was a bit different, not least because we were friends long before she asked me to dominate her 'for the experience.' She knew how experienced I was, and I was the only one she really trusted to embark on such an adventure.
I hadn't been exaggerating when I said there was someone else, though. Morgan had seemed to permanently set up camp in my head and didn't appear to be going anywhere any time soon. Not that I really wanted her to.
It was kind of nice to feel like someone else was there, even if only in my thoughts. It could get really lonely, only keeping my own company all the time.
The door closed with an echoing boom, reminding me once again just how empty the mansion really was. I was hard pressed to think of a better metaphor for the hidden pain of being a workaholic.
Ascending the mountainous staircase, I hi-hoed my way back to my place of work. It was one of the few true pleasures I had when sex wasn't on the table. Or the floor. I wasn't terribly picky to be honest and had become quite versatile with experience. With a few limitations I could also fuck fairly effectively in the shower.
It was waiting patiently. Quietly humming as it had when I left it. The zoom screen emitted its geometric blue elegance for my eyes alone.
I had thought about trying to get my own software design for the layout of my magazines patented and sold so others could also witness its beauty, but I ran into trouble finding a computer company that would be willing to even look at something made by someone with no official qualifications. Even though that could also describe the majority of Silicon Valley heavy weights. Dropping out of college seeming to be something of a rite of passage for future dot com millionaires both past and present.
The proofs were ready. The show was not the only aspect of my business in which I required hands-on influence. I could do it for every publication in the chain. Even I couldn’t remember exactly how many there were at any given time. Yet I still tried to do what I could do and focused on the original two that I started out with.
Things can come on suddenly. A raise at work. A lottery win. Vengeful crow. An 18-wheeler in an unmarked construction zone. I could almost hear God shaking the dice.
But this came on even faster than that. My inability to read. I could see the words well enough, but I could not convince them to stay in my head. Such a thing would have taken more focus than I had to spare at the time.
The keypad leered back at me with mocking encouragement. Daring me to call her. I knew her number. Memorized it. Just in case I wanted to talk to her again. To see her, even though it would be an overt violation of the terms in the contract I had signed with the studio.
I got four digits in before shutting down the whole thing. I refused to abuse my power. There were enough people doing that already.
The pain was obvious. My cock was rock hard in my pants, throbbing with a desperate need that was impossible to ignore. It was clear what needed to be done.
Lowering the front of my Calvin's, I eased the my big, hard cock into the open air, relief washing over me in an awesome wave. Getting into a calm and focused state, I wrapped my hand around my massive shaft, fingers barely making it all the way around. Closing my eyes to let Morgan back in, I slowly started to stroke, working my hand the length of my cock and back down again.
She wasn't naked, the Morgan in my head. She looked as she did in the studio, sitting in the chair, 'The Hot Seat' as one producer called it, as a clever double meaning. I gifted him with both a dictionary and a thesaurus soon after.
We were in my room. The one few people ever saw. Technically, it was supposed to be a master bedroom and did, indeed, have a bed in it. But there were quite a few other things as well.
She stood in the middle of the room, looking at me as I sat on the bed. I was happy just to look at her, at least for the moment.
"Undress, my pet," I heard myself say.
"Yes, Master," Morgan said, taking down the dress from the shoulders.
She wasn't wearing underwear and was naked quite quickly, wearing only the flower crown set on top of her elaborate braid.
Easing to my feet in no great hurry, I approached, gently lifting the crown from her head and releasing the braid that fell down her back and came to a stop just above her beautiful ass. My gaze on hers, I began the test.
Breasts first, her nipples were sensitive but able to take gentle pinching. I didn't even try to bite. Her pussy was wet and ready when I got there. My fingers slid in easily. I got up to three to the third knuckle before she made a noise. I was much more confident she would be able to handle my cock. Most of it anyway. Caressing my hand around her hip, I firmly squeezed her ass. She gasped with surprise and delight.
The slap was sharp and made her yelp, her feet lifting slightly off the floor. I caressed and squeezed her ass, trying to smooth the pain. I had gone too hard.
Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bed. Sitting back down where I was, I put Morgan over my lap, her bare ass in the air and easily accessible to me. Taking her by her ponytail, winding it around my hand, I held her still as I spanked her again.
This time was a much gentler, upwards stroke. I gently cupped her ass with each strike and dropped down between her quivering thighs at regular intervals to stroke her warm, wet pussy.
“Good girl,” I whispered, stroking her ass all over.
She had taken her first spanking and taken it well.
Leaving her over my lap, I released her ponytail, using the hand to gently spread her ass. Her breath caught as I gently stroked her asshole using two fingers in slow circles. Suddenly, she let out a long, loud moan, lowering her head.
Moving slowly, I eased a finger inside her. Morgan let out a long, low moan to let me know she loved it. I never would have assumed such a thing. I always wanted to know the limits of a pet before we play, and now I was glad to know that anal seemed like an option.
Lifting her into my arms, I laid Morgan down on her back at the edge of the bed. Gently taking her by the thighs, I spread her legs wide, pushing them back so her knees were near her breasts.
I lowered my head as though to pray and stroked my tongue over the length of her pussy, bringing a shudder from deep in her core. I took several more similar licks, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before backing off.
When she settled, I began again, playing her trembling pussy with a hard, circular motion that had her moaning in minutes and almost ready to come again. Again, I backed off and stroked her pussy until she settled again. Finally, I slipped two fingers inside her, getting in up to the second knuckle and softly fingering her to a body-rocking orgasm.
Licking her clean, I took several licks on her clit. She was getting close to orgasm for the third time before I backed off again. I thought she might cry. Caressing her cheek to quell her, I stood up between her legs, put her knees over my elbows, and slid the head of my cock into her gorgeous pussy.
That got her attention. She looked down in amazement as my cock disappeared into her pussy as though it were a magic trick. Her head fell back against the pillow as I started to move, pumping my massi
ve cock into her sweet pussy, making her feel every inch.
I angled slightly so I was pushing against both her clit and her g-spot. Morgan spread her legs even more so I could go in even further, penetrating her nearly to the hilt.
When it seemed like she was ready, I picked up speed, going gradually harder until Morgan was screaming her delight with all her heart and soul. Her body fully penetrated by my monster cock while also completely under my physical control, Morgan gave herself over to me entirely.
Timing it just right, I slipped my cock out of her pussy, replacing it with two fingers, and delivered my load of cum into Morgan’s eager, waiting mouth. She sucked the head after the initial torrent just to make sure she got every last drop.
Letting her rest for a moment, I turned her over at the hips, pulling her up into doggy style position. Her feet hung over the edge of the bed. Reaching over to the night table, I opened the drawer, getting out the fur-lined handcuffs. The idea was to restrain, not to hurt. With Morgan’s cooperation, I hands secured her hands behind her back, putting her completely under my power.
Working two fingers into her pussy to get her warmed up, I spread her cheeks with my other hand and started massaging around the outside of her asshole. Morgan hummed with deep joy, past the point of regular conversation.
Leaning in again, I worked the same magic on her asshole as I did to her pussy. Her gasps of pleasure were as intense as they were genuine.
Lubing up the butt plug, I touched the tip to her asshole. The cold lube made her flinch a bit before she leaned back into it at my coaxing. Little by little, the plug slipped in until the base pressed up against her ass cheeks.
Slipping my still hard cock into her pussy from behind, I pounded her doggy style. I slammed my cock deep inside her, bringing her to a massive orgasm, augmented further by the anal stimulation of the butt plug. I filled her up with my hot cum.
Keeping a hand on her back, I went to the drawer again. Getting the ball-gag secured, I worked the butt plug from her asshole. I put a condom on because the latex helped things to go smoother. I lubed up my cock and her ass to make sure she was as ready as she could be.
Pushing about a quarter of the way in at first, I stopped, lovingly stroking the small of her back until she got used to being filled so completely. Forging ahead until I was halfway submerged into her virgin asshole, I took her firmly by the hips and started to move. Her moans and gasps were muffled to gentle whispers by the ball-gag.
Moving my hand under her, I stroked the outside of her pussy as I plunged her deepest depths, making her literally tremble with joy. Moving slowly, I went in gradually deeper, going just a bit harder, until I was all the way inside her.
I pounded her asshole so hard the pictures on the walls shook. Even with the ball-gag in, Morgan’s loud moans and yells of pleasure and abandon were quite apparent.
Filling the reservoir tip, I eased out of her and dropped the condom into the nearby trash can, again keeping a hand on her back to maintain contact. I moved her onto her side, pulling her legs up into the bed and her knees up against her tits, giving me full access to her beautiful pussy. Edging her a few times with my fingers and getting her right to the edge before easing it back, I replaced my fingers with my cock, letting her cum that time.
One by one as I removed the handcuffs and the ball-gag, returning them to their drawer, Morgan braced her hands against the bed to keep from falling over. Laying her down on her side, I got on the bed and spooned her until we fell asleep.
My fantasy was amazing. In real life, things were slightly anti-climactic in comparison. I came into the tissue, tilted way back in my economic office chair. Dropping the tissue into the nearby trash can, I hauled up the front of my Calvin's, confident in what I had to do.
Chapter Five - Morgan
Friday was park day. It had always been and so it would always be. First enforced by my mother, who I suspected was mostly just trying to get away from me for a while, insisting I go with Astrid to keep each other from being kidnapped, her actual words, and then by Freya, who would not stop singing 'park, park, park, park' until we were on our way.
Then, of course came the series of questions about 'park now?' On the other hand, I was happy that she seemed to have such an instant and natural connection with nature.
I liked to call them border days. Those unpredictable, ineffable days smack between sun and rain when the clouds were there but not yet thunder heads and it could go either way. I brought an umbrella just in case.
I was the sort of Patty Prepper who kept at least three condoms in my purse at any time while in college. Just in case. It wasn't the case as much as I would have thought or hoped, though. The guys at my school all seemed to be complete douches or immature jerks.
The park was eerily empty thanks to the combined impact of a shelter in place order, soon to become a city-wide lock down, and the middle-of-the-road weather conditions. Climbing our favorite spot under the city's only Yew tree, at least that I have ever found, I clipped on Freya's baby leash and let her run about wild and free up to a length of eight feet.
Twisting myself into a lotus position, known among non-yoga junkies as 'criss-cross applesauce,' I did my best to calm my mind and bring about the pure white light I had only ever seen once.
I was in high school when I started meditating. A friend who claimed the name Aleistar, as in Crowley, but had actually been christened Norman Wallace, had suggested it when I was freaked out about my college admissions test. Granted, his version involved being totally naked while wearing a facial design made of natural resources, but I still got the basics of it.
My inner realm wasn't the most astounding in all the world, but it served well enough when in a pinch. Such as being extremely conflicted about whether I wanted to spend an extended period of time locked in a luxury lockdown compound with an undeniably handsome, obscenely rich guy with whom I clearly had serious chemistry but who was also possessed of proclivities and appetites usually shunted to the darkest corners of society, just as an example.
“Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!”
I snapped back to reality, which happened to be like a real-life version of the Pepe Le Pew cartoon. My sweet little tot with an unpretentious appreciation for all of nature’s creatures, was stretched to the very limits of the baby leash, playfully patting a contented looking skunk. “Freya, no!” I cried, not thinking it through.
Of course the damn skunk sprayed us. It wasn't all that bad. A bit thicker than we were used to, but it still splashed, as Freya was quickly discovering.
And that ended our time at the park more quickly than normal.
“Need a top up?” Astrid asked, once we were back home, coming in with another jumbo can of tomato juice from her dad's long-abandoned Y2K shelter.
“Sure, why not?”
The thick red liquid poured into the mass, causing Freya much giggling and jubilation.
“Of course,” I said, as my phone chimed from my jacket in the hall.
“Thanks.”
With my luck, it would be either a telemarketer or the police calling to say my dad had been stabbed by a diamond toothed bandit in Belarus after a controversial card game. He ran in some odd circles.
“Yeah, she's right here,” Astrid said with surprising cheer.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“You'll see,” she replied, with a wink that only made me more suspicious.
“Morgan?”
“Adam?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.
“Yes, I am calling to inform you that you have been selected for the next round.”
“The social distancing date?”
“That's the one. Are you free tonight?”
“Um, sure,” I said, looking at Astrid who was nodding her head off. “Give me twenty minutes?”
It was a different car that came around to pick me up. I could actually feel my shoulders relax and not just because it was a stretch limo.
Without a word, the driv
er, a sleek, slender young woman in a perfectly fitted black suit and white Oxford shirt, came around to the curb side and opened the back passenger door.
“Oooooh,” Freya said, thoroughly impressed.
“Go on, then,” Astrid prompted, keeping Freya securely in her arms.
Willing my legs to move in a straight line, I made it into the car. The door closed crisply behind me. It was actually happening. I had pinched myself enough times to be sure it wasn't just a lucid dream.
I was going to meet Adam on the mortal plane. At least six feet away but still in the flesh – the very, very sexy flesh – and in the same room. At least I assumed. You could never really tell with him.
The bistro stood alone on the corner, as if the other buildings were not nearly cool enough for it to hang out with. It was a restaurant so exclusive it didn't even have a sign identifying it as such. The door swung open apparently by itself, and I was out to meet my destiny.
It was near dark, aside from the candelabra set in the middle of the table. The whole set with dishes and silverware probably cost more than my computer, placed just so on a white, linen tablecloth. The table was empty. Deciding just to roll with it, I took one of the two available chairs on either end of the eight-foot-long table.
The wine was poured into the obscenely expensive crystal glasses ages ago. There was no reason not to dive right in. It hit like a lightning bolt of joy. My eyes rolled back in my head with sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
“It's Australian.”
I whirled around so fast I nearly toppled out of my chair, which would not have been pleasant considering the hardwood floor. Adam looked great. Even his mask and gloves matched his outfit.
The biggest surprise was the literal silver platter topped with a domed lid that he carried carefully in both hands. After setting it down on the table close enough that I could smell his cologne, he sat down in the other chair, removing the mask and gloves as he did so.
