040
JULIA
Master woke up at 5:30 AM, still on work time. I woke up long enough to earn my primary outfit for the day, slowly suckling his cock until I received my offering. After swallowing his seed, I asked permission to go back to sleep. He laughed, patted my bottom and said he'd see me later. I felt thin, stretched out, from the interrupted sleep, the crazy, mind blowing sex, the tense anticipation of what might happen next.
My phone rang at 9:30. Shit! I was dreaming of the orgasm I had last night. It was such a wonderful dream. Who the hell was calling me? I glanced at the phone. Lisa. She probably deserved an answer.
"Hello," I said, groggily.
"Are you still in bed? What's the matter, not getting enough sex."
"The opposite. Too much sex. Not enough sleep."
"Don't tell me that," she complained. "Don't tell a woman who's not getting any sex that you're getting too much. I can't take it. It's not fair."
"It is what it is."
"About that. I haven't had a chance to talk to you since this thing started. You think Scott will let me bend your ear a bit, so I can find out what's happening?"
"I can ask him."
"Please do. I'm dying to find out how it's going."
"I'll call you back in thirty."
Stumbling into the bathroom, I removed the plug, used the facilities and splashed water on my face to wake up. I brushed my teeth, cleaned the plug and reinserted it. It seemed to go in easier than it did last night. Master was working on his computer, some work related stuff. I knelt at his feet and laid my head on his leg.
"Master, Lisa called and wanted to know if she could speak to me about how my experiment is going so far."
"Do you want to go over there or have her come here?"
"Whatever Master desires."
"I don't mind if you have some privacy to discuss girl matters. You can go over there," he said. "However, I should like to fuck you before you go, and there's still the matter of your cumming last night without asking my permission."
"Of course, Master. I apologize for last night. It was on me quite suddenly, almost before I could draw breath. It's no excuse, and I will abide by your decision. I'll call Lisa and tell her I'll be over as soon as I've been punished and fucked, sir."
"You do that."
"Yes, Master."
I called Lisa and told her I would be over in about an hour or so. Master was going to punish me, then fuck me, and I still needed to eat something.
"Don't worry about food. I'll feed you. Why are you being punished?"
"I didn't request or receive permission before climaxing last night."
"Right, rule three or four, something like that. Why didn't you ask?"
"Didn't have time to. Went from we're just warming up to full blown landslide in seconds."
"Landslide. Is that good?"
"Beyond good. The best I ever had. Better than the best ten I ever had put together. So good I thought it would never end good. So fine, I may never be satisfied with normal again."
"I told you not to tell me that."
"Then quit asking."
"Shit! I have to know."
"I'll see you shortly. Lot's of food. Need energy."
I returned to Master. He patted his lap.
"Bend over, slave. Keep count."
"Yes, sir."
I bent over his legs and parted my legs as he liked. I kissed his hand and he started. I noticed right away Master was spanking me harder than before. He was definitely more confident, more knowledgeable in his understanding of my body and my tolerance for pain. I also noticed he made sure to strike the plug in my ass, at least peripherally, every couple strokes.
It felt pleasant. I know; an odd way to describe a spanking, but a warmth began spreading outward from my ass, and particularly, my rectum, where he was jostling the plug. The warmth extended to my pussy and I felt myself grow wet. Nice slow, measured spanks, like a metronome, slap, slap, slap. I suddenly realized I was about to cum.
"Master, please let your slave cum?" I grunted.
"You may cum," Master said.
Slap, slap, and there it was. Not the mind bender of last night, but good, as good as most, the warmth flooding my body. How embarrassing if I'd cum without permission while being punished for cumming without permission. I squirmed unabashedly on Master's lap, moaning like the pathetic little sex slave I was. He finished up and bending me over the back of the couch, plunged into my wetness. Ah, magic. The sense of fullness between the large plug and my Master's cock. It was so wanton, like being fucked by two men. I started building for the next orgasm.
Master must have sensed me reaching. He stopped moving, embedded in me, his cock throbbing. I moaned for him, so close, wanting him to finish. He ignored his miserable slave, like the Slave Trainer, waiting until the need passed before starting up again.
When he began again, it was slow strokes, unhurried, sliding back and forth. Building, slowly building; past the point I was before, a better orgasm coming, then stopping again.
I whimpered. "Fuck me, Master. I'm so close. Fuck me faster."
He ignored me. Masters often ignore their slaves. He was in control, not me. I tried moving, tried to fuck myself on his cock and he smacked my bottom and ordered me to hold still. I whimpered again.
Felt it slipping away, my pleasure, my release, wanting it so bad. When I was sure I'd lost it, he plunged hard, and it was back. Slick, so slick, so wet, so wanting. He felt so big in me, yet he moved without effort I was so slick for him. I went past the point I'd been before, the precipice, stepping off into space, and still I climbed. Suddenly, the pressure was back, the consuming desire, the desperation of a spring wound too tight.
"Master," I cried, sobbing, "please let me cum!"
"Cum for me, slave," and he slammed into me again and I unwound, spiraling out of control. His cock was pulsing, spurting, filling me with his seed, released himself.
Oh, it was good. Not quite the explosion of last night, but close enough I realized I might reach it again. Last night not an aberration, a never more to be achieved anomaly of random wonderfulness, but a target with a bullseye to aim for. Suddenly, not so sad, not so dim, not so vague, but a positive goal to be reached. The spasms ended, as all things must end, Master's balls emptied, my pussy no longer quivering. Other senses slowly returning, no longer confined to touch.
"You smell of sex, slave."
It was true. I reeked of sex, of pleasure pursued and realized, a locker room of sex.
"Don't clean yourself off. I think you should smell of sex all day long, the scent of it lingering, reminding you of what you are, a slutty little slave."
"Your slave, Master."
"My slave," he agreed. "My slave, whom I love with all my heart."
I was warmed by his words. His slutty little sex slave, who he treasured and adored. The slave he'd learned to fuck to levels we'd never reached before. His possession and no one else's. That's the person who went to Lisa's; a punished and well fucked slave with her Master's cum running down her legs.
Lisa sniffed. "Shit, Julia. You didn't even wipe yourself off after having sex, did you? I can smell it on you, plain as day."
"Master told me not to. He wanted me to be reminded of what I am, a slutty sex slave."
"Master? His name is Scott, you know. You haven't forgotten have you?"
"Not anymore. I don't think of him as Scott anymore. I think Sunday was the last time I thought Scott in my head. Now all I think is Master, or sir, or my owner. I'm not pretending to be a sex slave anymore. I am a sex slave. He's made me his."
"Jesus! What's he done to you? Is he drugging you?"
"Not unless sex is a drug. It may be. I never understood how anyone could claim to be a sex addict. I thought it could be compensation for lack of love. Wanting to feel something you couldn't feel. I'm not so sure anymore."
"So, you're saying the sex is real good."
"Good doesn't begin to describe it anymore. Good is what I used to have. I thought last night might have been an accident, never to be repeated again. This morning was so close, I know it wasn't."
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you like the play?"
I laughed. "I'll tell you all about it, but first you have to feed me. I'm starving."
"Breakfast or lunch?"
"Food. Any food will do."
Lisa made me eggs with smoked sausage mixed in and when that was gone, a ham and cheese sandwich, with lots of coffee. I was still feeling sluggish and languid.
As I ate, I told her everything which happened, starting with Master collaring me, using the Slave Trainer to get me to swallow his cum, the beginning of my ass training, to my training session with Mistress Dark. Lisa stopped me there.
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