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By C. A. Taylor
7 Fantasies
The Mistress saw William frequently for the next few weeks. Sometimes picking him up without notice, sometimes giving him instructions in advance, he began his slave training. He began by learning the positions, commands and hand signals the Mistress taught him until he could perform them flawlessly and gracefully.
Then, one Friday night, William was standing outside the Kennedy Center with Jeremy and Greta Miller. They were attending a benefit for Children’s Hospital, a charity both Jeremy and William generously supported.
Joking with each other about their monkey suits, Jeremy asked William quietly why he hadn’t brought a date to the event. “You’ve got to get over Diana. I know she broke your heart, but she just isn’t worth it,” Jeremy said intensely.
As William was about to answer him, the Mistress appeared, walking out of the crowd and toward William. She was wearing a long, diaphanous gown of smoky blue. Its high, simple neckline accented her eyes, and the designer drape of the fabric highlighted her curvy figure.
“I’m sorry I took so long, William,” she smiled, taking his arm. Then to Jeremy and Greta, “You don’t mind if I steal him, do you?”
With that, she led William away from his friends. He called a hasty goodbye, then turned to walk back toward the building with her.
Reaching the shadows of a line of trees guarding the side entrance to the concert hall, the Mistress asked him to accept her collar. Startled, William uttered the ritual phrases, and locked it around his neck.
Once the collar was in place, she turned to him, saying, “Trust me, William, and trust them.”
Before he could ask what she meant, two hulking figures appeared behind him. Forcing a black hood over his head, one clamped a hand over his mouth and each grabbed an arm, twisting it behind his back, as they hustled him into the building. Fighting his usual panic at being blind, William was disoriented at the speed with which things were happening. He was chivvied down a corridor, then into a room. A door closed firmly behind him, trapping him in the silence with his captors.
As his hooded head was pulled backwards, William felt the now familiar chill of a knife blade at his throat. Swallowing, William relaxed in his captors’ arms, signaling his surrender.
“She told me this one learns fast,” commented one of the bruisers in a deep, cultured baritone.
“Let’s see if she’s right,” replied the other, his slow voice drawling with a Southern accent.
The room echoed with their comments as William was marched across a hard-surfaced floor, and pressed against a wall.
“Your Mistress told you to trust us,” the one with the drawl stated. “Are you willing to do that?”
William hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Since they called Grace his Mistress, he assumed they were aware of his relationship with her.
“Then I am going to remove my hand from your mouth. Don’t call out, or we’ll do this the hard way.”
William nodded again, and felt the pressure leave his mouth. He briefly wondered if he should call out, but decided to find out more about the situation first.
“Good. If you are willing to do this the easy way, things will go faster,” said the drawl. “You need to do three things: trust your Mistress, trust us, and follow orders.
“First, we are going to release your arms. When we do, you will lean against this wall, hands and feet spread wide. Do not attempt to remove the hood.”
William did as directed.
The drawl ordered, “Move your feet back further. I want more of your weight balanced on your hands.”
William complied, and then the drawl continued, “My partner is going to strip you. Can you handle that, or should we restrain you first?”
“Why? What’s going on? Where is Mistress Grace?”
“All you need to concern yourself with is following her orders. Now, answer the question.”
William tensed, thinking fast, then said hesitantly, “I think I can handle it, as long as it stops there.”
“We’ll keep you informed of what is required of you,” the drawl replied.
“Why?” William asked curiously.
“Because trust is easier to come by if there aren’t a lot of surprises,” the drawl chuckled.
William was tense and his blood was pounding in his ears as he tried to follow their orders. He fought down his panic, knowing they could overpower him and compel him to their wishes if he did not cooperate. His cock stirred at the thought, and he flushed, hoping they hadn’t noticed his reaction.
The baritone then stepped up behind William and took the lapels of his Hickey Freeman tailcoat in his hands. “Lean your chest against the wall so I can remove your coat,” he directed. He placed one thigh between William’s legs, pressing his hips firmly against the wall, as he drew William’s arms back and removed the coat.
As William’s arms were freed from the coat, a hand caught his wrist. “Your jewelry and other effects will be kept safe for you,” the baritone told him, removing William’s Harvard class ring and wristwatch. Next, the gold cufflink was removed, then the collar and shirt studs from his tuxedo shirt. His bow tie was next, and finally, the cufflink and Masonic ring were removed from his other hand.
“Now your shirt,” the voice stated, suiting actions to the words.
“Place your hands back on the wall,” came the next direction.
“Will you please handle the shoes?” the baritone asked, apparently addressing the drawl.
“Certainly,” the drawl replied.
William felt the shoelaces being eased on his dress shoes, then was told, “Bend your left knee and raise your foot behind you.”
A pair of hands stripped off his shoe and sock, and then the right shoe and sock were removed.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
William knew what was coming, and wasn’t very comfortable with the thought. “Do you really need to cuff me?” he asked. “I’m cooperating, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are behaving very well,” the baritone admitted. “But the program calls for cuffs, and I’d just as soon get them on you now.”
Sighing, William reluctantly placed his hands behind him and allowed his wrists to be secured in handcuffs. The familiar feeling of helplessness engulfed him.
“I’m going to empty your pockets,” the baritone informed him. Followed by, “The belt and trousers are next.”
Even though William knew this was coming, he was terribly uncomfortable with the prospect of being blind and naked in front of these two men. The drawl apparently sensed this, saying, “It’s all right. We’ve been in your place ourselves, one time or another. You’ll be safe, I promise.”
Trying to be as matter-of-fact as his captors were, William held still as his boxers were removed.
“On your knees,” was the next command.
“I’m going to remove the hood and replace it with a fitted blindfold. Keep your eyes closed,” ordered the drawl.
Once the padded blindfold was secured, William was told to open his mouth.
“You’re in for a long night, son,” said the drawl. “These pills will help ease the aches you’ll have in the morning.” So saying, he placed some pills in William’s mouth, then guided a straw to his lips. William swallowed the pills and water without comment.
“Now the gag,” stated the drawl. Knowing resistance would gain him nothing, William opened his mouth to accept the ball gag that was placed in his mouth. The leather straps were drawn tight behind his head, forcing it far back into his mouth. William took a deep, steadying breath and tried to remain calm. He trusted the Mistress, but the strain of being handled by these men, and not knowing what was going on, was beginning to tell.
“Now, I am going to place a very tight cloth hood on you. This will guard your identity during the upcoming event,” informed the drawl.
William struggled to hold still as a black spandex hood was pulled down over his head and secured under his chin. Not even the color of his hair was now visible. The drawl took pains to ensure William could breathe freely and that the hood was seated properly for comfort, the slave collar clearly visible below. He disliked the sense of enclosure, but was thankful he was not subject to claustrophobia.
William was then raised to his feet, one of his handlers on each side of him. He was taken from the room and down a long corridor. They handled him more gently this time, presumably as a result of his earlier cooperation. He was eventually led into a large room with many other people in it. William halted and began struggling at the idea of being exposed in public. His handlers stopped and gave him some time to adjust to the situation, reminding him that no one knew who he was. He flushed at the thought of being naked in front of so many unknown people, and he was intensely grateful for the anonymity afforded by the hood. Eventually, William calmed down enough that they could proceed into the room.
Almost immediately a fourth person walked up to them, and he heard his Mistress’ voice. “You’ve got him prepared? Good.” He felt her familiar hand on the back of his neck. Her touch helped to release some of the tension singing in his body. He felt her unlock the handcuffs, and he dropped his hands to his sides, awaiting direction. His hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline running through his veins.
“Raise your hands,” she ordered. He did, and his hands were manacled high above his head, stretching him out to his full length. He felt the two men step away from him, leaving him alone with the Mistress.
“William, you are going to be displayed here for a while, probably the next hour or so. You will never be left alone. I, or someone I trust, will monitor you the whole time. You will be safe, but various guests may wish to touch you or make comments to or about you. You will in no way acknowledge any comments or questions, and to the best of your ability, you will ignore any handling you may receive. Do you understand?”
Helpless to express his questions or doubts, William could only nod acceptance of her instructions.
Caressing his neck in approval, the Mistress instructed William to widen his stance and keep his head up. She stroked his cock and fondled his balls until they were tight and alert, then she rolled a rubber cock ring down over him, looping the strap carefully around his sac, pulling it tight against his erection.
With a parting pat on his bottom, she left him. William listened tensely to the crowd around him. It sounded as though he was in a very large space, and the milling people sounded like they were at the county fair, appraising livestock and standing in line for attractions.
Before long, he heard two women conversing as they approached him.
“Look, Sylvia, here’s another novice,” said an excited voice.
“Ooh, Torrie, you’re right,” a second voice responded, “and isn’t he delicious!”
“No wonder Mistress Grace has been keeping to herself if this is what she’s been working on,” Torrie commented.
“Yeah, with equipment like this at home, I’d never leave either,” Sylvia replied, stroking William casually.
“I wonder how sensitive he is,” mused Torrie, and reached out to pinch one of his nipples.
William flinched away from the contact, clenching his fists tightly.
“Isn’t he delightful!”
“I’d still like a shot at that new girl Roland is grooming. Let’s go see if we can get near her,” Sylvia commented, as their voices receded behind William.
He barely had time to catch his breath, however, before a large, calloused hand grabbed his buttock and began kneading. A second roughened hand closed around his balls as a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from above William’s head, “My, aren’t you a pretty one. Tell me, has your Mistress taught you to suck dick yet? ‘Cause when she does, I’d be happy to help with your training,” the voice chuckled evilly.
“T. J., what are you doing with my novice?” the Mistress’ voice demanded. “You know he’s not in your league, so quit tormenting him.”
“Aw, Grace, honey, you know I can’t resist a sweet little thing like him.”
“Well, you’ll just have to this time, because he is not available. Why don’t you go check out Damon’s stock? They are more likely to cater to your tastes.”
T. J. rumbled something indistinct as he turned away and headed off after other pursuits.
The Mistress gentled William, running her hand down his spine and said, “Don’t worry, William. I won’t require anything of you that you can’t handle.”
William hoped that was true, as he tried to relieve the tension in his shoulders. He had a few minutes respite in the ebb and flow of the crowd before more interested onlookers approach him.
“Oh, look, Sean, here’s Grace’s new boy. Wouldn’t he be nice to try out?”
Sean responded, “Looks like he’s all yours, honey. His listing indicates he is only available for public service to quote women of childbearing years unquote. The donation is two thousand dollars a ride, so apparently Mistress Grace is pretty proud of him.”
“Oooh, I like the sound of that! Where do I sign up?”
“Right here, dear. Are you sure you want him? He is a little on the expensive side.”
The woman ran her hand lightly down William’s rib cage, causing him to shiver, then circled his cock with her hand. It jerked in response, and she said, “Oh, yes. Look how responsive he is. If I can have him, I won’t ask for any other treats tonight.”
“Sure thing, honey. I hope you enjoy yourself. Now, let’s go look for someone to tend to my entertainment. After all, it’s for a good cause.”
Time passed slowly for William, as various people were drawn to him. He endured their comments and touches as stoically as he could, but his agitation continued to ratchet up until sweat beaded his skin and his breaths were fast and shallow.
After an eternity, Grace returned to him. The two men he thought of as his handlers for the evening were with her, and one of them detached his handcuffs from the overhead hook that had been holding him. He brought his hands down in front of him, allowing feeling to flood through his arms and hands.
“All right, William,” the Mistress said, “Clasp your hands behind your back.”
William obeyed, and then felt her fingers at his collar. He realized she was attaching a leash of some sort to the brass ring, and flushed at the thought of being led around like an animal.
“Come,” is all she said, and the two men fell in at either side of William, guiding him as he was led through the crowd. Their destination was one of several spot lit stages at the front of the large auditorium. The men helped William up onto the platform, then Mistress Grace directed him until he was lying on his back on a soft, raised surface, his arms secured over his head, and his legs manacled to a two-foot long chain run through an eye bolt in the floor.
The spotlight warmed his skin as William tried to relax into his bondage. Being naked in public did not make the task any easier. Shortly, an announcer’s voice was heard over the speaker system.
“Next on the auction block is a new novice being trained by Mistress Grace. This is his first public appearance, and he is only available for single rides with the lovely young ladies present here tonight. The first ten ladies only, please. Donations are set at two thousand dollars per ride. It’s for a good cause, folks, so let’s not be stingy.
“Oh, and I see his dance card is already full, so sorry to any of you who didn’t make the list. Maybe next time.”
“All right, William. Think back to your fantasy, the captured warrior used as breeding stock. Tonight, that’s who you are,” Grace breathed. Then added, “Don’t come.”
Aroused and unsure, William waited. He didn’t have long to wonder, however, as he was straddled by two smooth legs. A condom was applied, then without further preamble, his stiff cock was engulfed in a heated glove. The unknown woman began grinding her hips against his, working his cock deep into her. Moving slickly along his length, she soon settled into a rocking pattern designed to drive them both to the edge. As her excitement increased she rocked harder, pounding herself against William’s pelvis until she gave a low moan, her muscles rippling along his cock as she came. She lowered herself to his chest briefly, catching her breath, then rose off him without a word.
William’s purple-headed arousal strained toward the ceiling, throbbing and aching. Soon, another woman mounted him, applied a fresh condom, and then slowly impaled herself on his erection. Using more finesse, she began slowly rising and sinking on his long pole, her juices making the action smooth and easy.
As her heat grew she speeded up, grinding in a circular pattern and moaning deep in her throat. Finally, in the throes of her passion, she began bucking against his hips, breathing deeply as she pounded out her orgasm. William nearly reached his own peak, but she stopped and lifted herself from him, leaving him unfulfilled.
Grace stepped up onto the platform, bent down and whispered into William’s ear, “These women are paying for a ride with a stud, not for a dead ass. Now, either you get busy and rock their worlds, or I’ll have you turned on your stomach and offer you to the first ten cocks I can find. I’m sure T. J. is still around here somewhere,” she threatened.
William swallowed convulsively, and then nodded his head.
Grace stepped down from the platform to silently observe the next ride. Patron number three was promptly given the ride of her life, William driving his hips into her like a piston. She cried out as she climaxed, William pounding into her until the last shudders quieted.
Still unable to attain his own release, William continued to service the women to the best of his ability—which was considerable, once he was properly motivated.
Moving aside, Grace turned to the tall baritone who had been working with William tonight, and asked, “What did you give him?”
“Two Ecstasy and two Viagra,” was the answer.
“Stephen Parks,” snapped Grace, glaring up at him. “He’s an untrained novice wearing a cock ring, and you give him two and two? The poor boy will be blue balled for a week! Honestly!”
“It’s not my fault, Grace. I didn’t know you were going to use a cock ring—or forbid him to come. I was just making sure he had the stamina to perform.”
“Right. Well now you can just make sure he is taken care of. Give me the key to your penthouse, and get lost for the weekend. No, wait. First find Reggie and Ronnie and tell them to get their asses over to your place. They can help with the training and his overexcited libido.”
“But, Grace,” Stephen began.
“I don’t want to hear it, Stephen. He is not ready to go to my place and I can’t make arrangements for an alternative location this quickly. Now give me that key.”
Meanwhile, William was diligently working his way through the ten women who had signed up on his list. A gathering crowd watched and commented on his prowess and responsiveness. His Mistress stood quietly behind the stage, watching him and the spectators, satisfaction clear on her face. Making a decision, Grace sought out the first two names on the list and brought them over to observe with her. After a few minutes, she offered each of them a return engagement with William. Both accepted eagerly.
As William finished satisfying the last patron, the Mistress stepped up next to him. A sheen of sweat covered his body, and his breathing was labored, but the Mistress was proud of him. “You have acquitted yourself well for your first time, William,” she praised. “And Children’s’ Hospital will appreciate the donations,” she added.
Stephen and his partner quickly disconnected his bonds from the dais, and helped him off the platform and back to the original dressing room. They silently fastened his handcuffs behind his back, then draped a full-length black cape over him. Stephen pulled the hood up over his head far enough to shroud his covered face in shadow.
William felt strangely disconnected from the proceedings. Exhausted, yet still aroused to the point of pain, his mind shied away from the fact that he had just had sex a dozen times with different women in front of an audience. He had never been so grateful that he had no tattoos or other identifying marks on his body.
The Mistress and his handlers swiftly maneuvered William outdoors and into a waiting car. Grace sat in back with him, the driver obviously knowing their destination. After a short ride, she helped William from the car, and instructed him to stay close to her. She unobtrusively took hold of his arm, and guided him across the black and white marble lobby and into a waiting elevator.
Again riding to the top floor of the Washington landmark, she guided William to the end of the corridor and used the key card to gain entrance.
Once inside, Grace removed his cloak and conducted William to the middle of the living room, then commanded him to kneel. She carefully removed the constricting hood, ensuring his blindfold remained in place.
The Mistress removed his ball gag, and then headed to the kitchen. William worked his jaw, enjoying the freedom of movement. Grace returned with a bottle of water from the fridge and carefully held it for him. He drank greedily, slaking the parched tissues of his mouth and throat. William silently concluded he would never learn to enjoy being gagged.
The Mistress moved across the oriental carpet and settled gracefully onto an overstuffed chair facing William.
“How do you feel?” she asked him.
“Like I’ve been run over by a truck,” William responded candidly.
“Fair enough,” the Mistress chuckled, “but I’d like a little more detail. Tell me what you felt when I left you with my two assistants.”
William’s brow furrowed as he considered her request. He hadn’t had time to analyze his feelings, and things were far too chaotic to be clear at the time. Slowly he put his thoughts together, replying, “It all happened so fast, I didn’t have much time to think. The first thing I clearly remember was one of them asking me if I trusted you, and if I would trust them as you had asked. I think I agreed more out of reflex than any considered decision, but it worked out. It was scary, though. Not knowing what was going to happen, especially after they cuffed me. That feeling of helplessness never gets any easier to take.”
“What happens after you start feeling helpless?” Grace pursued.
“It depends. Either I get really edgy and the adrenaline starts pumping, or sometimes, with you, I’m able to just relax into it—like there’s nothing I can do about it, so just go with the flow.”
“Um-hmm. And how did you feel about being displayed in front of an audience?”
“Part of me was, and is, very angry with you. It was a dirty trick to do that to me with no warning.” He sighed. “But part of me has figured out that you make the rules and that once I accept the collar, all bets are off.”
“And your fantasy? How did you like that part, William?”
“I was so busy in the here and now, especially after you, uh, motivated me, that I never really got into it.” He shrugged. “Maybe fantasies in general are better in your head than in reality.”
“Thank you, William,” the Mistress said quietly, “for your honesty. Back to feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck. Did you mean that physically or emotionally?”
William snorted. “I was thinking of the physical, but it’s not a bad description for my head, either,” he grinned.
“Dealing just with the physical for a moment, does it involve anything other than some stiff muscles and a raging hard-on?”
Shaking his head wryly, William replied, “No, that about sums it up. Should I assume my evening isn’t over, yet?”
“With me, you should never assume anything, William,” Grace replied. Going over to him, she reached down and released the handcuffs. “Feel free to stretch a bit, William, but please stay on your knees.”
“What about the blindfold?” he asked.
“No, that stays on just a little longer,” she replied.
William swung his arms about a bit, massaged his wrists, then reached over his head in a long, smooth stretch. Shaking his shoulders loose, he settled back down, awaiting further developments. He found he was a little numb after all that had happened to him tonight. He couldn’t even generate much fear or concern about what was next.
Then, “Cross your wrists in front of you, please,” came the order. Intrigued by the new command, William held out his arms. A supple leather thong was wrapped repeatedly around his wrists, securing them firmly together. “Place your wrists behind your neck,” was the next direction. As William followed the order, a hand reached down and released the cock ring. He sighed in relief as the constriction was removed.
Once his hands were in place behind his head, a hand unfastened the blindfold. William blinked against the sudden light. Looking up he was stunned to find the Mistress nowhere in sight. Instead, two beautiful Amazons stood to either side of him. Easily over six feet, slender and elegant, with smooth mocha skin, their identical features branded them as twins. They had long, dark hair drawn up into ponytails at the crown of their heads, high cheekbones, wide mouths and pointed chins. In keeping with their exotic looks, they were both dressed in tanned leather halters and skirts, each with knives belted at their waists, and they were both carrying spears, the sharp metal points aimed at his bare torso.
“On your feet, slave,” one said, roughly grabbing his arm and hauling him up. “The Priestess has sent for you, and you will not keep her waiting.” They forced him quickly along the hall of the penthouse, turning into the last door on the left.
William halted inside the doorway, taking in the scene. Weapons, trophies, and animal skins covered the walls of the room. Drums thrummed quietly in the background, accompanied by deep chanting. The room was lit entirely by candles, dozens of them. It was bare of furniture, except for a mattress lying in the middle of the floor, covered with a brown animal skin, fur side out. And standing there was the Mistress, wearing a heavy copper torque, long earrings, and a sheer white ankle-length gown. Belted at her waist was the familiar dagger.
Using their spear hafts, the Amazons forced William to his knees. “On your knees, slave. You will grovel at the feet of our Priestess.”
“Yes,” the Priestess said. “You are no longer a warrior, and I will have none of your insolence. You were taken by might of arms, and your life is forfeit to our tribe. You live only so long as you are of use.”
Looking at the two Amazons, the Priestess said, “Bind him.”
While one stood over him, her spear pointed unwaveringly at his breastbone, the other stretched him out on the fur-covered mattress, securing his arms above his head. She then wound more leather thongs around his ankles, and secured them to an eyebolt in the floor. About now, William discovered that the only thing sexier—and scarier—than being tied down and at the mercy of a beautiful woman was being tied down and at the mercy of three beautiful women. He wisely kept that thought to himself, though the evidence of his arousal was plain.
“Your usefulness lies in your ability to sow your seed,” the Priestess informed him. “If you are capable, and prove virile, you will stand at stud to improve our bloodlines. If not, well, the fields always need more slaves—while they last.”
The Priestess knelt down and straddled William’s recumbent form, slowly opening herself to him, sinking down until she was impaled on his bare cock. Settling herself firmly, she reached up and pinched his sensitive nipples. William writhed in response, groaning, and trying to escape her hands as she worried the tender tips. This only drove him further into her, and she nodded in satisfaction.
“Serve me well and your life will not be unpleasant,” she promised, as she began to rock against him. At her urging, William began pumping his hips, driving into her, his cock straining for release. As aroused as he had been all evening, it did not take him long to approach the edge of his control. He tried to hold back, not knowing if he should seek permission before coming, when he felt her muscles clamp down on him like a vice. The tight, rippling sensations immediately sent him over the brink and he lost all control, climaxing at once, calling out and pulsing into her in long shudders.
The Priestess rode him until his tremors ceased, then climbed off him, patting him on the cheek. One of the Amazons sank down next to him, and glided a warm, wet cloth over his sensitive shaft and sac. She cleaned him carefully, then, laying the cloth aside, began to stroke him with her hand. This time the fantasy got to William. He was unable to prevent this, unable to resist their attentions. These women were truly using his body, with no regard for his needs or preferences. He was surprised how quickly he responded to her attentions. In minutes, he was hard for her, unable to keep his hips still as she worked him. Groaning, his cock ached with longing, knowing he was at her mercy.
Smiling, she straddled him and slowly inched herself onto his erection.
“What about protection?” William asked belatedly.
“It’s safe,” the Priestess replied. “Don’t worry.”
The sigh the Amazon let out as he filled her was one of pleasure and satisfaction. As she set the rhythm and began rocking her hips against him, he responded to her. Her slick, wet heat felt wonderful and he thrust himself into her, meeting her passion with his own. She increased the pace, urging him on with her moans. Helpless to resist her, William was awash on a sea of sensation and emotion. Rational thought was beyond him as the heat and softness of her body played on his deepest needs. His body had become conditioned to being in an aroused state, and he eagerly accepted the opportunity for some relief. He came again within minutes, and was allowed to rest only until his body again responded. Following the same ritual cleansing by the second Amazon, he was so turned on it didn’t take long until his cock was stiff enough to mount.
The third ride took longer, but William again climaxed as the fantasy worked its magic on his body. His was their slave, his body subjugated to their will, and he must please them. His fantasy and the reality of the role he played with the Mistress intertwined, leaving him hard again almost immediately.
“Leave us,” commanded the Priestess, and the two warriors silently departed. William watched them go in silence, then returned his gaze to the woman who had taken control of his life. Being bound, naked, and at her mercy excited him beyond measure. She was unlike anyone he had ever known, and he both feared and craved her.
In silence, the Priestess applied a blindfold. This time the unreasoning panic was absent. William relaxed, knowing if anything was required of him, he would receive direction. For the moment, he just enjoyed being sated and in her presence.
The Mistress removed the leathers binding his legs and helped him to his feet. She guided him to the master suite at the end of the hall. Once inside she took him into the bathroom, removed the leather binding his wrists, and then the blindfold, and told him to shower, and then come to her in the adjoining room. “You may take your time, William,” was her parting comment.
He did take his time, luxuriating in the warm water, allowing it to soak out the aches and tension he had accumulated over the last several hours. Clean, dry, and toweling his hair, William emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. The Mistress was now dressed in a slinky black chemise and silky shorts, and was waiting for him, propped up on the pillows in the center of a king-sized bed.
“Come here, William, and kneel,” she directed, pointing to the area at the foot of the bed.
As he obeyed, the Mistress looked at him and said, “You’ve been very quiet this evening. Tell me what you are thinking about.”
“I’ve been thinking that you are not really a cop,” William stated. “Are you?”
“Does it really matter?”
“I’m just curious.”
“You are curious about a lot of things, aren’t you, William?” she challenged.
He looked up, capturing her cool blue gaze and replied, “I’m busy trying to figure you out. Or maybe trying to figure me out, I’m not sure which.”
He paused and she nodded for him to continue. “Our previous encounters had a certain set of rules to them.” He hesitated, then continued, “I’m not sure I understand everything about that dynamic, but at least I knew a little bit of what to expect. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Orders.” He grinned. “Great sex.”
“Today, all the rules seem to have changed, and it leaves me feeling confused and uncertain. Uncomfortable. And I really didn’t like being naked in public.”
She nodded. “I understand, William. And that is the point. I don’t want our sessions to become routine. I don’t want you to know what to expect, either from me or from yourself. Part of this exercise is about exploring new territory. Do you understand?”
“Maybe. Is that why I had unprotected sex with you three?” he asked, troubled.
“No,” the Mistress smiled. “That was because of your fantasy. Your test results came back negative, and I could vouch for the test results of the three of us. Usually we will use protection anyway, but it was safe not to, and would have distracted from your fantasy.”
“I see,” William responded. “But all this still makes me uncomfortable.”
“I can live with that,” she said, grinning slightly. Getting to her knees, she slowly peeled her top off over her head, revealing her naked torso. Her breasts were not large, but they were full and smooth, sagging slightly, but with upturned perky pink nipples.
As he watched, drinking her in, she slipped her hands into the elastic waistband of her shorts, and slid them smoothly down her hips, allowing them to puddle at her feet. As usual, she was not wearing underwear.
William hardened immediately as he gazed on her naked body. Her hips were round and full, and her thighs thick and strong. Her skin was smooth and tanned, with small strawberry freckles occasionally dotting her skin, and a tan line indicating she wore only a thong in the sun.
He noted that she, too, was a natural blonde, with a neatly trimmed triangle, pink lips peeking out of the lush golden hair.
Sinking down on the bed, she tossed her discarded clothing aside, and, laying back against the pillows, spread her legs and softly whispered, “Make love to me, William.”
Stunned, William quickly went to her, and, kneeling down to one side, he gazed on her ripe body. Lowering himself to his side, he braced his head on one hand, looking down at her, deciding where to start. Gently tilting her face to him, he began placing feather light kisses on her upturned face. Kissing her brow, cheekbones, and the tip of her nose before he moved to her mouth, where he lightly traced her lips with his tongue, teasing her. Then, his soft lips gently touched hers, requesting entry. As she opened to him, he slowly and leisurely took possession of her mouth.
As his tongue lazily explored her, a ball of heat began to grow in her middle, quickening her breath, releasing her passion.
Finished with his minute exploration of her mouth, William moved on to trace her jaw line with his tongue. Tilting her head again, he sucked and nibbled on her earlobe, then traced the pink shell of her ear with his tongue, finally plunging his tongue inside. Hissing with pleasure, she arched her back, exposing her throat to him.
Accepting the invitation, William lazily trailed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, where he stopped to nibble for a while. Then, wandering back, he captured her nipple in his teeth, gently worrying it. Taking her other breast in his hand, he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb across the nipple, teasing it.
William continued to suckle her breast, devoting total concentration to his task. Then, gently kneading her other breast, he moved his lips over to fasten on that nipple, lest it feel neglected.
The Mistress sighed as a frisson of pleasure threaded from her breasts to her throbbing core.
William’s hand then trailed across her rounded belly, and dipped into the wetness between her legs. Sliding gently up and down, he probed her with two fingers, gently sliding them into her sleek, wet center. Rocking his fingers back and forth, he was rewarded by her indrawn breath as she spread her legs wider for him.
William ran his fingers expertly along the tender wall, searching for her G spot. His efforts were rewarded when she moaned, undulating her body and pressing herself more firmly against his questing fingers. Slowly rubbing up and down, he teased her with the tantalizing sensations. Meanwhile, his thumb dipped gently between her pink lips and probed until it found her hard nub. Rolling his thumb around the base, he traced a smiley face back and forth beneath it.
Shifting his position, William released her nipple and glided down her stomach to her wet sex. Replacing his thumb with his tongue, William gently licked her clit, and nibbled it with his lips.
The Mistress wantonly raised her hips, pressing herself against him, and William grinned. Still working her with his fingers, he gently took her into his mouth and sucked her. Crying out, she spasmed, slipping into her first orgasm of the night. William smiled to himself in male satisfaction. “What was that about my needing practice?” he asked smugly.
William shifted his position until he was kneeling between her legs. Gazing down at her full-blown womanhood, he murmured, “You are a goddess. So responsive. So beautiful.” She smiled and relaxed into the delight that was William.
He hooked his elbows under her knees, spreading her wide to him, and took her buttocks in his hands. Thus controlling her, he bent forward and began his assault in earnest. Licking, lapping, nibbling, and sucking, he soon had her writhing. She reached a hand down to the nape of his neck, pressing him to her.
William took her wrist and placed it above her head, moving the other one to join it. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, “this time I’m driving.”
He continued his slow assault, bringing her to the edge but never letting her fall over it. Her breathing became ragged and small, animal whimpers escaped from deep in her throat, and still he continued. Finally, he ran his tongue over her nub one last time and then carefully, suddenly, bit down.
A scream tore from her lips and she came immediately. Releasing her, he continued to tongue her in rhythm to her undulating spasms, drawing out her orgasm as she experienced the petite mort.
He waited for the last ripple and shiver to pass, and then looked up at her. She was relaxed in a pose of utter abandon, head thrown back, arms akimbo, and knees wide; she was the very picture of satiation.
As she slowly recovered, he positioned himself more comfortably between her legs. Spreading his knees, he settled himself before her, and gently inserted the tip of him into her. Only entering her an inch or two, he then pulled completely out. She moaned a protest as he rubbed himself against her wet lips, then again pushed just the head of his cock into her, and removed it.
Teasing her, he continued this game until she moaned, “Please, William. I want you inside me. Now.”
“If you want me, you must address me properly, and beg me for your release,” William said firmly.
“Please, William,” the Mistress pleaded.
“You know what to do,” was his answer.
Looking into his eyes, the Mistress surrendered and said, “Please, Master, I beg you to grant me my release.”
Soaring with joy and power, William grinned triumphantly as he plunged his cock deep into her. Moaning in pleasure, she writhed under him, grinding her hips against him, rising up to meet him as he plowed into her.
Driving his hips into her, he took both of them into the storm. They both climbed towards the precipice, and cried out in unison as they crashed over the top, falling into the bliss of their pounding orgasms.
Sweaty and breathless, William pulled on the bed covers and settled them both under them. Sated, content, and no longer confused, William fell asleep, cradling his Mistress in his arms.
The Mistress rested in his arms, reflecting that William was a natural at power games. If she could only get him through his training, he would be truly magnificent.
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