031
SCOTT
Julia's training with Mistress Dark had gone even better than I might have expected. She'd responded well to all aspects of her training. She could deep throat me now, which she'd never been able to accomplish before, and was regularly swallowing, without showing any of the distaste and dislike she normally exhibited. We were both physically exhausted, being up half the night with her training device in, driving her to distraction, and the orgasms today were draining. We took a nap, my slave snuggled up against me.
When we woke, I wanted to play with my slave again, not worry about food, so I ordered a pizza to be delivered. I told Julia she would be answering the door and paying for the pizza, and she would do so dressed as she was now, naked. She shivered when I told her, realizing her slavery would not strictly be conducted in private.
"Give me the money," Julia said, "so I can get rid of whoever quickly."
"No, you misunderstand me, slave. You are to greet them as if you're clothed. Take your time, chat nicely, invite them in while you get the money. You'll walk over to me, calm, cool and collected and I'll give you the cash, then you'll walk back the same, giving the delivery person an eyeful."
"Master!" She exclaimed. "You'd display me naked to the delivery person?"
"I would. Slaves are always slaves. They don't get to choose when their Master dresses them. When he has guests, or conducts business, she will wear what she's wearing. Your usual reading fare shows slaves being humiliated by their naked slavery, forced to display themselves before others. The only dispensations I'm allowing you is the community standards of today. If I took you out naked, we'd likely both be arrested, but you will likely wear as little as the law allows. Inside our own home, anything is allowed."
Julia shivered again. She was nervous now and couldn't stop pacing while we waited for whoever to arrive. Our normal pizza delivery place used male and female drivers almost equally. I wondered whether she hoped a man or a woman would deliver today. Which would it be easier to be naked in front of?
The doorbell rang and Julia looked at me again, panicked like a cornered animal. I nodded to her and she took a deep breath. Her expression changed from one of total panic to one of calm collection and she went to answer the door.
"Hello," I heard her say. "Why don't you come in. I'll get the money for you."
A young man stepped in through the door holding the pizza while Julia closed the door. His eyes were as big as saucers. She sauntered over to me and got the money, smoothly pivoted and returned to him. She handed him the money, telling him to keep the change and collected the pizza. For a few seconds, they had a whispered conversation, then she thanked him and let him out.
The moment she closed the door, she rushed back to me, breathing hard as if she'd held her breath the whole time. She tossed the pizza box on the couch, pulled down my zipper and found my cock hard and waiting. She pulled down my shorts and mounted me and we fucked like minks. She climaxed twice without asking for permission, she was so excited. When I was about to cum, I told her to take me in her mouth. She got down on her knees and my cock disappeared down her throat. In seconds, I swelled and sent a surge of cum into her mouth which she gobbled down eagerly. Sated, I told her to get us drinks and she came back with some colas over ice.
"Well," I asked, "how was it?"
"Master, you couldn't tell from my reaction how excited I was?"
"Actually, I could," I said, handing her a slice of pizza. It had lost much of its warmth. "You orgasmed twice without permission. You were only excused of doing so while Mistress Dark was here. Of course, now, you must be punished."
"I don't care, Master. It was worth it."
"You might not think so without being aroused by the Slave Trainer during your punishment. I saw you whispering together. What were you talking about?"
"He saw the sex slave medallion on the collar around my neck and asked if he should call the police. I told him it was unnecessary, that you were my husband and you were allowing me to live out a fantasy I had for several years by being your slave for a few weeks. He told me I was letting him live one of his own. He said some of the other delivery drivers told him of delivering pizzas to houses with naked people in them. It never happened to him before and he was starting to think the other drivers lied. He couldn't wait to tell the others it happened to him too."
"I imagine we'll be getting great service from now on."
Julia laughed. We ate quite a few slices, both being hungry. I asked her if she wanted her punishment now, after we ate, or altogether tonight before bed.
"I'd prefer them as close to the infraction as possible, Master," she said. "Psychology suggests the more direct the relationship between the behavior and the punishment, the better the memory of it and the more effective the behavior modification. Of course, the opposite is true, the behavior and a reward, which is why the Slave Trainer was so good at making me swallow your cum. I got my reward immediately when I swallowed. It's why it's so easy to become addicted to drugs. The reward is immediate, the consequences are usually far removed from the action."
"Go get your Enforcer. The first 30 will be with my hand, the second with it."
"Yes, Master."
She got up and finding the Enforcer in our bedroom, returned with it.
"I'm not particularly fond of this paddle, Master."
"It's not intended you like it."
"I preferred the whip, even being whipped on my front, over this, sir."
"I'd be willing to consider the whip as an alternative."
"Would they all be to my bottom, Master?"
"Why not."
"Please use the whip then, sir. Do you intend to make use of me after, sir?"
"It's very likely."
"I'm glad. Your slave is still very horny."
"Don't forget to ask permission to cum. I will use the Enforcer if you cum without permission again."
"Yes, Master."
"I want the first thirty over my lap. I love to feel you squirm. Spread your legs for me and keep count."
"Yes, sir."
Julia obediently assumed her position over my lap. I started getting hard again just watching her delicious posterior drape itself over my legs. I had her kiss my hand, the left one, as that's how she was draped. I started smacking her bottom. After ten, I paused, testing her pussy. She moaned; she was wet again. Rather than finger her pussy, I looked at the plug in her bottom. Mistress Dark had played with it earlier while Julia was learning to deep throat. I decided to do the same. I tugged on it, pulling it out to its widest point, then letting the tension of her sphincter draw it back in.
"We will need to put a larger plug in tonight."
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
I did this for several minutes, her whimpers of pleasure growing louder and louder.
"Master, may I cum, please."
Those were good words to hear. It meant that if I were careful and considerate, she might enjoy anal sex when we started having it. I wanted her slave experience to be as enjoyable as I could make it.
"You may cum, slave."
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