MORNING MEALS
"Come in, Anne." That was Jon, answering my tentative knock. Waiting in much
the same pose that Adam had been in. I approached him quickly and kissed his
bare feet in obeisance. I felt his hands in my hair, smoothing it quietly.
"Stand up and show me the insides of your thighs." I immediately spread my legs
before him as far as I could. It was not enough for him and he ordered me to
assume a more revealing pose. "Put one of your legs on the edge of the bed
beside me." I did so immediately. Suitably desperate to please him. I couldn't
take another beating like last nights. He looked at the dark purple welts and
appeared satisfied that I had been duly chastened. "Did you learn anything?" A
question.
"Yes, Master." I started slowly. "I learned that I could take more than I
thought I could." He nodded in understanding. That must have been what I was
supposed to learn, because he did not press me for more.
"Come then, let's start the day." He had me kneel before him and provide the
same service to him that I had for Adam. His fingers harder than Adam's as he
gripped my hair. Holding me up against him until my body screamed for air and
tears fell from my eyes in slow crystalline trails. "Good girl, catch your
breath and go do Traci." Traci too? I didn't hesitate, even though my pulse
went up quite a bit more than it had been. I was just having a hard time
figuring out why I was so reluctant to be with her. `Only when you have to
think about it. You do it willingly enough when you have too.' There was that
voice again. I knelt next to her on the other side of the bed. My face looking
down at her smooth thighs and gently dimpled knees. I took a deep breath and
waited. Traci surprised me with her actions.
She touched my face first, as she readied herself for service. Wiping the
remnants of moisture she found there with a tenderness I did not expect. She
spread her legs around me on the edge of the bed. I swallowed convulsively and
struggled to control my emotions. It wasn't that I did not like Traci, just not
that way. I closed my eyes and did it. Rendered unwilling ministrations to her
heated little mouth until she quivered with subdued release against my face.
Hands in my mussed-hair and tangling within it. I gave her a couple of other
little attentions that I knew I liked during oral sex. A finger inside her wet
cleft and deeply burying my tongue well into her as I was doing her.
In my heterosexual uncertainty, I did what I knew was more than she wanted so as
not to stint her. I liked her enough to want her to fully enjoy my presence.
She had a slave, and I, a Master. My ambivalence was not really any of her
concern. It was Jon's. He would notice, even as I hoped he would not.
I kept my head down near her feet when I was finished. Hoping to hide my true
feelings from her. She touched my bent head and spoke sadly.
"It's too bad you don't really like to do that, Anne. You have a natural talent
for it." I gasped, sharply at her perception. Speaking out of turn. Looking
up at her face.
"I beg forgiveness for any perceived reluctance on my part, Mistress. It is the
sad truth that our society has conditioned most of us to feel that same sex
union is perverted or deviant. I want to please you, Mistress. I will work
very hard on my attitude. Your perception of my prejudice is accurate. I beg
your forgiveness if I have not satisfied you or offended you in any way." I
hung my head in shame and clutched at her feet. `Was I really so easily read,
as that? Was I to have no secrets here?'
"When one is raised like that, Anne. The problem will disappear with time and
determined effort." She bent down and took my arms. "It is however something
that we will have to diligently apply ourselves too." I whimpered at the
coldness in her tone. I held my breath and waited. Dreading what she was going
to say, knowing what it was. "Why will you be punished?"
"For speaking out of turn, without being spoken too. Looking the Mistress in the
face, and most harshly, for my uncontrollable bigotry against making love to a
woman." She appeared satisfied at my answer. Jon spoke to me.
"Over her knee and after the punishment, you can try again to satisfy her." One
of the hardest things I had ever done was lay myself over her lap and put my
hands on the ivory satin coverlet on the bed before me. Closing my eyes. She
was doing something to her hands that I could only feel over my back. Was she
getting a paddle? Where was Jon? `Oh, please. I'm so sore already.' I knew
that I would not get any mercy even if I asked for it. I had made too large a
mistake.
When her left hand touched my neck, I knew what she had been doing. She had
been putting on leather gloves to protect her soft hands. Jon spoke coldly,
over my back.
"Give her ten for each offense. Five more each, if she tries to get away, or
covers herself. If you get tired, let me know and I'll get you a paddle."
Traci responded to his words positively. Speaking to me quietly, in rigid
control of her tone.
"If you come against the bed, or on my lap. I will know and the punishment will
be doubled." I didn't think I could take sixty, but my mouth was so dry I knew
I couldn't speak. I knew that I had to and my voice cracked when I did.
"Yes, Mistress." I said, swallowing convulsively around a new-formed lump in my
throat. She started suddenly. The first hard blows almost brought me right off
the bed with the heaving pain of it. I curled my fingers into the bedspread to
keep from throwing my hands over my backside to protect it from the torturous
beating. I bit my lip and started to cry softly into the bedspread. Silently
sorry, not to have disappointed, but that I was being beaten for it. `I did not
deserve this. I couldn't help it!'
It was maybe halfway through it when something happened inside my head. Beyond
the fire blooming between my legs and the wetness seeping unto the naked lap of
Traci as she punished me. My body responding as it always did to pain with
passion. `I had been wrong not to be with her completely.' The thought stunned
me, profoundly. `You're also wrong to feel you do not deserve to be punished for
your lapse.' I had displeased and the voice I heard in my heart was the voice
of the slave I was willingly becoming.
I had let my passions be ruled by an out-dated, restricting platitude that had
no place in the life I was leading now. What a fool I had been! I had
determined that it was okay to be with a man, but not okay to be with a woman.
`Why the hell not?' I wasn't married to anyone, so if I was going to run my
life by normal morality. I was technically some kind of sinner against the will
of God, Right? Destined for the fiery burning torments of Hell. If that was
the case, I may as well go for some good reason.
Not because I sat on a fence for months, afraid to enjoy anything new to me. If
this was how I was going to act. I had no place here with these sexual
adventurers. I was filled with remorse. I deserved the punishment cross. I
was getting off so easily I cried with real pain. Spirit pain this time. She
finished the punishment and I felt myself becoming the man/woman that had been
in her bed yesterday. Wondering if I should give a name to this new facet of my
personality. Maybe Alex. That was nicely androgynous. I went to my knees, eyes
ablaze with desire for the taste of her. The feel of her. Trying to control
the tears that flowed from me so readily. I took a hold of her knees and opened
them with animal abandon. Putting my tear-stained face at the apex of her
thighs. I proceeded to drive her out of her mind with my tongue. Hungrily,
greedily. I was eating her sex with an abandon that surprised me with its
intensity. She bucked frantically and ground her hips against me. Vainly trying
to push my face from her clit, away from her drenched quivering opening. Not a
chance. I was on her for the long haul.
Using every trick that had ever been used on me in my life. Circles, flicks,
sucking, biting nibbles. I made her crazy with sex. I heard Jon coming quietly
to kneel behind her supporting her shoulders. His hands catching hers to still
them. Murmuring into her ear, telling her to enjoy herself. She, groaning in
reaction, fighting my tongue for command of her soul, getting tenser and tenser
under me. I put my arms around her thighs and held on for the ride. Working
her harder than I had worked any man with my mouth in my life. I put all that I
had into this simple act of oral intimacy. Vowing that I would make her climax
as no one in her life had ever made her climax. It would be soon too. I could
sense it. When Traci came. It was thunderous, shattering. Her orgasm rocked
her almost pushing me over the edge of passion. The tiny mouth convulsing under
mine in earth-shaking completion. Jon's hands holding her closely when she
collapsed back unto the bed. A wet, trembling mess really. Her temblor visible
all over her still quaking body. I pulled back, suddenly concerned. Had I
injured her? I looked up at Jon. My eyes wide. I mouthed without sound.
`Did I hurt her?' He smiled, shaking his head. I grinned and dropped my eyes.
Hoping he would forgive that small slip of my slave-like demeanor. I kept my
face down, until he asked me formally.
"What have you learned?" I had to work for a moment to be able to phrase it the
right way. The thoughts barely coherent. I managed it with difficulty.
"I've learned that I cannot afford to run my life by out-dated platitudes and
bias rules of society. I am a pleasure slave, Master." I stiffened with pride
at that. "What pleases you pleases me, as well." I paused, addressing Traci
respectfully. "Thank you for taking the time to correct me, Mistress. I hope
my service pleased you." I felt hands on my head and looked up slightly. Not
enough to get into trouble, however, just about breast level.
"You were adequately skilled." She sounded slightly amused, but her voice still
quavered. I took some small pride in that. "Go on back to Adam for your
breakfast." I nodded and scurried away on my knees. Finding the door and
heading back to Adam's room.
I had managed to conquer one prejudice, but what about all the others? My list
had several other things on it. What about those? I didn't want to think about
those. I knocked on Adam's door and waited for him to invite me in. His voice
called for me softly and I went in on all fours gingerly. My knees almost raw
from the carpet.
"You've been punished?" His voice was filled with a disappointment that
wrenched at my soul. Hurting me terribly. Worse than any physical blows could.
"Yes, Handler, for bigotry." He stood before me and I put my head on the floor
by his feet. He was waiting. I knew that I had to keep explaining. "I was not
unwilling, Handler, but my reluctance to be with a woman was obvious to my
Mistress. She corrected me and I was granted the opportunity to make up for my
transgression." He chuckled.
"I heard that part of it." I kept my face down to hide the smile. She had been
pretty loud. "Well, enough, as long as it does not happen again. Terry is
nowhere near as forgiving as Traci and he'll be here this weekend. You balk on
him and he'll be on you until he draws blood." I shivered, and kept my head
down. Cowering at his feet the perfect picture of abject humility. "Come on
then. Time for breakfast." I followed him out and wondered what he meant. `Who
the hell was Terry?' I shivered with fear and put it out of mind. I was too
caught up in right now to think about later.
