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SCOTT
"Did you have a good time with Lisa?" I asked when my slave returned.
She was removing her clothes to get naked again. "Yes, sir. She was flabbergasted when I told her all we've done so far."
"I hope she's not slut shaming you."
Naked, she came to me and knelt at my feet and started stroking my leg. I felt a familiar stirring.
"No. She's surprised, but not in a negative way. Curious more. She was astonished you put me with another woman and I would tolerate you whipping me. In a way, I think she's jealous, sir."
"In what way?"
"Well, she isn't having sex regularly, Master. Wasn't even having much towards the end of her marriage. She bitches about it when I tell her how great our sex is going."
"We could invite her over and you could show her what you've learned," I suggested.
"I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship, sir, and I'm unsure she would be receptive to a girl on girl encounter."
Mmmm, I thought. There might be room for a little pushing in that direction. Food for future fantasy.
"I purchased some suspension cuffs for you and I was thinking I'd like to hang you in the air for awhile and see where it leads."
"I'm yours to command, sir."
"You are, aren't you? Display."
Julia quickly stood in the correct position. I walked around her, touching her breasts, stroking and fondling her ass, testing the wetness of her cunt. She moaned, rubbing herself against my hand. My slave was nearly always wet now. Very seldom would I touch her and not find her slick and ready. Was it a condition of her slavery, the plugs she'd worn in her ass for the last few days, or some other factor I didn't recognize. Without any foreplay at all, I could slide my cock into her like she was dipped in lube. If I was capable of sex as frequently as she was, there was probably no time I couldn't fuck her.
I left her standing there, on display for me, while I found the suspension cuffs and a couple other things I wanted to try. She was still standing there when I returned, even slicker than when I left, her position arousing her further. I put the cuffs on both her hands and feet. Fastening a pulley to one of the new hooks I'd installed, I fastened the wrist cuffs to the rope and raised her off the ground. Our high ceilings allowed plenty of leeway, but six inches put her at a perfect height. I used a spreader bar to force out her legs, putting her feet about forty inches apart.
"You're almost ready to cum, aren't you, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"You like being confined and unable to resist, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
I removed my clothes, my erection hard and unyielding.
"Are you going to fuck me, Master?" Julia asked.
"I am."
"May I cum, sir? I don't think I'll last long once you penetrate me."
"I think I'll make you wait for awhile, slave."
She resigned herself. I could see the look of determination forming as I told her she must wait. I had to bend my knees only slightly to align myself with her slit. I speared upward suddenly and she gasped. She was so freaking tight with her plug in. I could feel it in her ass rubbing up against my prick. I dropped down slightly and gave another hard thrust upward.
"Master," she moaned. "It feels so good. I don't know how long I can wait. Please let me cum."
"Not yet," I panted. "I'm quite a way from climaxing myself."
"You said no more than two, maybe three minutes at the most."
"Then you can cum in three minutes and not a second earlier," I replied, my hands holding her perfect ass and bouncing her up and down on my shaft.
I started counting off the time in my head, determined to make her wait. Julia didn't last thirty seconds. I heard her groan and her cunt was clasping my cock in a velvet embrace as she spasmed helplessly.
"I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered. "I tried to wait. Honest."
"Now you'll wait again until I cum," I said, thrusting through her soft folds.
Four minutes later, she was begging again, sobbing she couldn't wait any longer. I had to be four or five minutes away myself, not yet reaching my trigger point.
"Wait!" I ordered. "You can't cum yet."
She tried. I really believe she tried. She was crying, a strained look on her face. She couldn't hold me, couldn't close her legs, couldn't stop me or slow me down at all.
"Ungghh! Fuck me, fuck me, I'm cumming again."
I could tell. Her pussy pulsed on my cock in rapid fire squeezes like a nurse blowing up a sphygmomanometer to check my blood pressure. Pump, pump, pump. She felt very tight on the compressions, trying to wring the sperm from my cock. As great as it felt, I still wasn't ready to cum. I continued pumping myself, sliding into the warm bath of her sheath.
The third time, she managed to hold out until I my penis popped off and I hosed her pussy down with my jizz, like shaking a pop can and pulling the tab. When I told her she could cum, her mewls of relief were sobbed in my ear like a meditation chant; om, om, om. I laughed, it was so sweet.
"Cumming twice without permission, slave. What a bad girl you are."
"I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself. I'm on the edge of climax all the time."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. I must be punished."
I kissed her before lowering her. "Clean me, slave." She dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock of our combined cum. She'd gone from the woman who grimaced with distaste every time she was exposed to it to eagerly swallowing every drop she came into contact with; a very pleasing change in attitude. Done with her cleaning chores, I hooked her spreader bar to the pulley and raised her upside down. Pulling her up until her pussy was at the perfect height for my mouth, I dined on her slick folds until she asked permission to cum. Then I stopped, while she groaned in disappointment.
I got down so I could speak to her face. "Somehow, slave, you seem to think you can cum every time you want. This is a terrible quality in a slave. She should be concentrating on her owner's pleasure, not her own. Perhaps I've been too lenient with you, let you cum too often. Perhaps you need more work with the Slave Trainer; leave it on you for a day."
"Master, I don't believe the Slave Trainer's purpose is to train a slave not to cum. It won't allow me to cum, but it leaves me on the edge where the slightest stimulation releases me. I suspect it makes me more orgasmic, not less so."
"What should I do with you then, slave?"
"Take advantage. Use me. Fuck me. What Master wouldn't want a hot slut slave who's always ready to fuck? Who squeals in delight as her Master takes her? Always wet, always willing? Knowing you won't have to work to bring her pleasure? Who wants to fuck so much, she'll do anything in her power to make him ready again? A slave is meant to be used and used often. If she cums, but doesn't ignore her owner as she does, isn't this a slave worthy of the strongest Master?"
"So, you believe you should be punished only if your orgasms interfere in some way with the pleasure you should be giving me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Interesting concept. I'll take it under advisement. While I consider it, I will be punishing you for the two times you did cum."
"Of course, sir."
"My hand first, then the Enforcer."
"As you wish, sir."
As I wished. Could there be any more magical words to stir the imagination and rouse the blood. I began spanking her behind. It jiggled and her body swung, starting to spin. I steadied her so she wouldn't move so much. I didn't want to think about my aim, nor hit something unintended. Her bottom grew red, small whimpers of pain escaping, yet amazingly tolerant of my hand. I finished the first thirty and I was hard again. I fed her my cock and she took me all down.
I was thrusting into her mouth, and she was taking every inch of me. It felt so good. Her oral skills had improved markedly since she was no longer afraid to get cum in her mouth. I was getting close to my release and felt I needed to reward my slave for her excellent work. I clasped her hips to me and started licking her cunt, hoping to give her the pleasure I'd earlier denied.
"You may cum when I do, slave."
She couldn't respond. My cock was filling her throat. Her body started trembling and thrashing almost as soon as I spoke, she was so close. I felt my cock swell and erupt inside her mouth and her pussy fluttered against my lips shortly after, almost like a kiss, the channel sucking at my tongue. Because she was hanging upside down, it was hard to swallow, and some of my sperm ran out of her mouth and down her face. She wiped it with her hands and licked it off her fingers.
I don't know about her orgasm, but mine was excellent. I lowered her to the ground and removed the suspension cuffs.
"I'm hungry," I said. "We'll do your second punishment in a few minutes, but first, I'm going to order food from Boston Market and have it delivered by Grubhub. You will, of course, answer the door naked."
"Yes, sir."
She trembled, knowing she would be exposed to another person. Perhaps more. I hadn't decided yet. It might depend on who came to the door, male or female. Or it might depend totally on my mood.
We picked out our food from the Grubhub website. I decided to get the rotisserie half chicken honey balsamic basil style with two sides, Julia got the rotisserie turkey with two sides. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I don't know what Julia had to eat at Lisa's but she was hungry too. Delivery time was supposed to be 25-35 minutes, so I waited for 20 before I bent Julia over my knee and began applying the Enforcer to her delectable bottom. We had reached 22 strokes with the paddle and her bottom was a glorious red and she was silently sobbing when the doorbell rang.
I handed her the money. "If the delivery person asks why you're crying, you're to tell them you're being spanked for climaxing without permission. You will ask them if they want to touch your ass to see how warm it is."
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