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"You've already cum twice, slave. You're a needy little slut, aren't you?"
Julia lowered her head to my shoulder and leaned against me. "Yes, sir. Very needy."
I thought of keeping her in a state of denial, but I remembered what Mistress Dark said; I should keep my slave aroused around the time of her punishment. Her arousal and the resultant endorphins would help alleviate the pain as I learned to punish her.
I captured her mouth with mine and while taking it, slid my two middle fingers into her pussy, making her gasp again. Could there be anything more lovely than the sound of an aroused woman?
"Will you ask for permission to cum this time or will you disobey once more?"
"I'll...ask...permission..." Moan. "Master," she panted. "Mmmm. More, more."
My fingers were sluicing into her slick sheath and she was bouncing on my leg. She kissed me some more, moaning into my mouth. My thumb started rubbing her clitoral hood, her clit peaking out.
"I'm very...close...Master. Permission...to cum? Mmmm."
"Not yet, slave. Hold it. Don't cum."
Julia stopped moving, trying to delay the inevitable. She was panting hard, almost as if she were delivering a child.
Her pussy was beginning to tentatively squeeze my fingers. "Please,...sir. Let...your...slave...cum."
"Cum slave," I whispered.
Her pussy started convulsing as full blown spasms caused it to grip my fingers, pulsing in rapid bursts as a fresh spate of fluids drenched my fingers. She was groaning, "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh," as I continued working them inside her. Oh yes, this would be a very rewarding time for both of us.
Her spasms dwindled, little after shocks sporadically causing her twat to tighten. When I didn't detect any new ones, I removed my fingers and had Julia clean them.
"Time for your punishment, slave."
"Yes, sir."
"Bend over this same leg."
"Yes, sir."
Julia, stood, turned and bent over the leg she'd been sitting on. Her hands were still fastened behind her back and I could see it might interfere with my access to her buttocks, perched over my knee.
"This won't do at all," I said, unfastening her cuffs. "Put your hands down by the leg of the chair."
Julia obeyed with a quiet, "yes, sir," and lowered her hands. I reconnected them in front of her and told her to grip the chair leg and not let go.
"Excellent," I said. "Just perfect." Staring at Julia's tasty little ass bent over my knee. I caressed it. I could see her wet pussy peeking from between her legs. I wanted to see more. "Spread your legs a little more, slave," I ordered.
She did so and I used my right leg to trap hers so she wouldn't be able to do much kicking. I ran a finger through her slit. She moaned again. I swore it wouldn't take much to make her cum again.
"Count your strokes, slave. If you lose track, we begin again."
"Yes, sir," her tiny voice came from down by the floor.
Start slowly, Scott, you're still learning this slave ownership stuff. Which reminded me. "I'm a new owner, just learning the limits of my slave. Say 'Alpha', if I go too hard, but only if you're positive you can't take anymore."
"Yes, Master," Julia whispered again. I could get used to this Master stuff.
Remembering to start slow and gradually build, I started smacking Julia's bottom. She flinched the first time my palm hit her, but I suspected it was more a reaction to having me swat her for the first time as anything else, as she didn't make a peep. She kept count. Gradually increasing the force, I moved my hand all over her delectable ass cheeks, seeing my hand print briefly appear, then disappear in the overall redness. She winced and groaned at twenty. Deciding more endorphins might be in order, I started fingering her pussy again. This time, my thumb gently rubbed the area around her anus, lightly circling the brown bud. The groan of my last swat turned into moans as I finger fucked her wet pussy.
After several minutes, Julia whimpered, "May your slave cum, sir?"
"My slave may cum." Immediately, additional wetness graced my fingers, accompanied by her enthusiastic cries of ecstasy. I was hard myself, my cock rubbing against her hip, and briefly considered fucking her again. On the other hand, I only had ten more swats to go.
When her pulsations eased, I asked, "Where were we, fifteen was it?"
"Twenty, sir."
I laughed. She hadn't forgotten. "That's right, twenty. I'd like to do the last ten a little harder. Is my slave up for it?"
"I think so, Master."
"Very well. Let's continue."
I think the last ten were fifty percent harder than any of the previous twenty. Julia flinched and groaned with each one and I could hear her softly sobbing, but she kept track of each one and didn't use her safe word.
I helped her get up and kissed her, wiping away some of the tears on her face, saying, "My slave was very brave. I'm so proud of her."
"Yes, sir."
"Which is why I'm going to hate what I'm going to do now." Her eyes widened, wondering what I had in mind.
I spun her around, pushed her torso down on the kitchen table, pushing the dishes aside, speared into her cunt, smacking hard against her reddened ass. Julia grunted. Grunted again when I slammed into her a second time, and a third. Moaned on the fourth and fifth and pleaded to let her cum on the sixth. I gave her permission and she wriggled delightfully as I kept thrusting into her throbbing pussy. Inside eight minutes, I swelled and sent another flood of cum into her sheath. I believed she'd kept cumming for half the time. The moment most of my pulsing had stopped, I pulled out, pushed her to the floor and the last lazy trickles ended up in her mouth. I swear she flinched worse than she did when I spanked her, yet she gamely swallowed the last I had to give and cleaned my cock of both our fluids.
When she was done, I pulled her from her knees and kissed her some more, happily tasting what she hadn't already swallowed. I released her.
"Give me your hands," I said.
She gave me her hands and I kissed them, then removed the cuffs from her wrists. "Tonights slavery is over. These don't go back on until your real slavery starts." She nodded. "Your collar will stay on from now on, except when you shower. I don't want the leather getting wet. Perhaps I should get a metal or plastic one which will never come off, even in the shower or bathtub."
"Okay."
"I'll help you with the kitchen and then we'll go into the bedroom and talk."
Julia nodded and we cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed the clothes we'd left around the house and went into our bedroom.
"I need a shower," I said. "Would you like to take one with me?"
"Yes, please. I feel very messy right now. I feel dried cum crusting my legs."
I laughed and hugged her and she went in the shower with me. Julia was very affectionate, constantly kissing, stroking, hugging, helping me to wash. I helped remove the makeup from her face, the rouge from her breasts and nipples. She confided to me that Lisa added some to her pussy lips as well.
"I thought they looked darker than normal," I said, "but I wasn't certain because there's usually hair down there. And you say Lisa put it on your pubic lips?"
"Well, you were due home shortly and I couldn't see them, so she had to do it, didn't she."
"I don't know. Only you can answer that question."
"If we weren't rushed for time, I suppose I could have used a mirror and done it myself. She had to use a Kleenex and dry me off I was so wet."
What an interesting bit of information.
So I cleaned the rouge from her pubic lips as well, after which we helped dry each other off and retired to the bedroom and lay down, hugging each other.
"So did you enjoy this glimpse of slavery this evening, Julia."
"Very much."
"Given what you know now, do you still wish to proceed with your three week slavery?"
"More than ever."
"When did you finally decide to go through with it?" I asked.
"10:05 this morning for sure. I think I wanted to ever since you suggested it," Julia said. "Mostly, I've had to work to overcome my fear."
"That's a pretty specific time, and fear of what?"
"Fear I'd like it too much. Fear it would alter our marriage. I know it will alter it, but I was worried more about alterations in a negative way, that you might not love me anymore. Especially after you told me you might let me be used by others. I know you say I've got a choice, but given your example, I realize it might not be much of a choice. I'm hoping it never comes down to that choice, but, if it does, I needed to prepare myself to accept that it might, and we'd still be okay. You know I love you more than anything, right?"
"I do. As I love you in return."
"Then as much as I wanted to do it, the fear took awhile to overcome. Do you think my slavery will start this Friday?"
"I expect it will, but I won't know for sure until tomorrow. Tell me what you did today."
"At 10:05 after my yoga and shower, I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I told myself I was going to do it. My mind was finally made up. I decided that in addition to putting on your collar, I wanted to present myself to you and wanted my hands tied behind my back. I told Lisa to meet me here at five to tie them. I also thought it would be nice if I did something different appearance wise. I decided to bare my sex and decided to shave instead of wax in case you weren't fond of a bald pussy. Do you like it?"
"I love it. I do enjoy running my fingers through your thatch, but this was a great surprise in the alternative and it's so smooth. I can feel everything. Your curls don't absorb your fluids, so it looks like it's leaking more. You realize you'll have to keep it bare now through the end of your slavery."
"I think it is leaking more, but has nothing to do with the pubes," she said.
Lying there, talking, caressing each other, it wasn't long before I was hard again, and since Julia had her hand on my cock, she knew it too.
"One more time," I whispered in her ear.
"Maybe more," she whispered back, "if you can."
I laughed and turned her on her back. She spread her legs and bent her knees and welcomed me into heavenly bliss, still as moist as when we started. I put her legs over my shoulder and screwed her slowly, using every inch of my cock to stroke her. I was happy when she had two more orgasms before I gave her what little more I had to give. I wasn't able to give her more that way, but happily delved in her folds with my lips and tongue until she had two more. If I expected her to swallow my cum, there shouldn't be any reason I should do less. Besides, it tasted better coming from her.
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