Part 6
My Master and I had been "dating" for 6 months. I say dating because I don't know what else to call it. He was also my boss. We were keeping this mostly on our own time now. At work I was just a manager at one of his hotels. Over all work was work although he would occasionally call and request I masturbate for him or do some other task just to keep me on my toes.
Submitting to Jason had changed my life. I was more relaxed and didn't over react as often. According to my employees I was also nicer. They couldn't figure out why but enjoyed speculating. Maybe it wasn't the submitting as much as it was getting laid regularly after a three year dry spell.
In the last six months I'd had more sex than all the rest of my life put together. He was 48 and claimed he needed more time to recuperate in between but sometimes he was ready again before I was. I noticed that each time it took him longer and longer to cum. This could be torturous if I wasn't allowed to cum until he did or if I wasn't allowed to cum at all.
In the last few months I'd learned patients. Kneeling with my head down for long periods had become a form of meditation; my mind didn't race all the time and I didn't fidget anymore. I'd also become comfortable being naked around the house, even when he wasn't there. I became less self conscious in general. I'd always been good with time management but I became even more so because if I dawdled it took precious time away from my Master.
I was having trouble with complete obedience and acceptance. I couldn't help questioning him even when I knew I'd do whatever it was regardless.
My punishments seemed relatively light compared to what I'd read in stories. Most consisted of being denied orgasm, spankings and kneeling for long periods. Once I sat on the couch without permission so he made me his footstool while he watched a football game. Sometimes when I spoke without asking permission I was gagged the entire rest of the time we were together unless his cock was in my mouth...that was it's own gag...a very pleasant one.
Cumming before I had permission was another thing I hadn't gotten the hang of. Maybe because I'd never cum with any other man and he knew exactly what buttons to push. He could almost always time my orgasm to happen just before or during his.
Outfits seemed to be a turn on for him. I was starting a collection. I had the maid one I'd worn my very first day as his sub. One day I took it upon myself to only wear the apron and carry a feather duster around between my ass cheeks like a tail. I was punished with that very same duster for not asking permission. I was very ticklish and found soft skimming touches very arousing so the use of the duster for punishment could be very effective especially if he didn't let me cum. I'd done it even though I expected to be punished or because I wanted to be and I couldn't resist, it was really funny. He liked it because it drew more attention to his favorite part of my anatomy. It was now a regular part of the outfit. I had to keep my cheeks clenched and was punished if it fell out. He'd decided eventually I would be able to jack him off by just clenching my ass cheeks; (look Ma no hands.)
Another outfit, if you could call an apron your granny might wear and four inch heels an outfit, was reserved for the kitchen. He said it reminded him of Donna Reed and June Cleaver. I didn't see the resemblance. The kitchen was the only room I was allowed to remain standing in and as soon as I entered I had to put on the shoes and apron. He liked to fondle my ass as I cooked and cleaned which could be very distracting. Needless to say dinner did occasionally get burned or not made at all.
With the heels on I was about two inches taller than he is. This allowed him to fuck me against the wall because I could still partially support myself as he pumped into me. I don't know if he knew that when he picked the shoes but I never thought I'd be able to have sex against the wall.
I think his absolute favorite thing to do in the kitchen was to make me cum while I washed the dishes. (Yes, we both have dishwashers but Mrs. Reed and Mrs. Cleaver didn't.) Anyone could watch us through the kitchen window. He would fuck me from behind or just finger me while playing with my breasts. Occasionally he ate me out; almost always before starting he would say he was still hungry or needed dessert. Funny guy, my Master. I wasn't supposed to cum until the dishes were all washed but he made that very difficult.
Punishment for cumming before the dishes were all washed was always some other form of exhibitionism. My Master got a lot of blow jobs sitting on the front porch or in the car in places like the mall parking lot on a Saturday afternoon. There was always the good old stand-by of mutual masturbation at restaurants and of course fucking in the bathroom. Once I came four times before they were all washed; so he fucked me in an alley behind a bar. That was crazy, scary and exhilarating. He must find sex in public as arousing because he plays this game at least once a day and I almost always cum.
If we ordered in I had to answer the door in a costume. I'd bend over the hall table and wiggle my ass as I signed the receipt and then reach way down in my cleavage for the tip. Watching the delivery guys' reaction to a seeing a fat girl dressed as little Bo Peep or cat women was so fun I didn't really mind after the first few times. My Master would sit in his chair and discretely watch all the time acting as if there was nothing odd about it. He found it very funny and arousing. Sometimes I'd have to blow him before I could eat; of course he didn't wait for me.
One morning there was a knock on the door he told me to answer it. I put on my big flannel robe. He laughed and said. "I don't think so. Use the white silk one."
I balked at this, "What if it's a girl scout or paper boy?"
"I doubt it at this time of the morning. Loosen the belt and show a little more cleavage."
I made the adjustments, took a deep breath and went to answer the door. When I walked the robe opened farther and farther. I adjusted the robe to cover my crotch and more of my breasts before I opened the door. Mike the regional VP of our hotel chain was standing there dressed for golf. He looked me up and down with his icy blue stare and smirked before asking, "Is Jason ready?"
After recovering from the shock I hurriedly covered myself. Jason obviously was expecting Mike and hollered from the bedroom. "Hey, Mike let me hop in the shower. I'll be right out. Hannah, offer the man some coffee." He paused then added, "In proper attire. "
I turned beet red. This was the first time I'd be nude (except for the apron) in front of someone other than Jason since we'd gotten together and it just happened to be my Masters boss and thus mine also. Getting fucked in front of the window doesn't count my breasts were always covered by the apron. I was hesitating and Jason knew it because without coming out of the bathroom he said "Don't make me ask you again."
"Yes, Master," I sighed.
Mike didn't even raise an eyebrow. He obviously been expecting this or he was used to half naked women answering the door and calling their lovers Master. He didn't appear surprised to see me either. I guess our relationship wasn't a secret at corporate headquarters.
I asked him to follow me and take a seat at the table. I slipped off the robe and put on my apron and shoes. I started the coffee, keeping my back to Mike as much as possible to hide my embarrassment. I know my ass was naked and I would have hidden more by turning around but I didn't want him to know how freaked out I was. I kept my head bowed the entire time I was making breakfast. I offered him some juice and asked if he was hungry. He declined the juice but said he'd love something to eat. I poured him coffee and offered him cream and sugar without seeing more of him than an arm.
Jason finally made an appearance. I'm sure he'd taken his time on purpose. He began talking to Mike, completely ignoring me. As I was setting the table Jason goosed me. I wasn't expecting it and jumped with a screech. They both laughed and Jason asked "Isn't she wonderful?"
"She's coming along but I think your being too easy on her. She isn't fully compliant, she needs discipline."
I almost looked up to glare at him but didn't want to make Jason look any worse in front of his boss than I apparently already was.
"I know we've hit a wall in her training. I'm new at this and until I found out you were a Dom too I had no idea who to ask about it. The internet isn't much help with real world application. Funny us working together all these years and not knowing we had this in common. Granted I just got started but I've been interested for a long time."
"Well what I'm into is more extreme than this but I can put you in touch with some other people that will be more than happy to help you, I'm sure. However, if she ever needs disciplined I'd be more than happy to take care of that. Her creamy white skin will turn a beautiful shade of red."
My face was already beet red and I was wondering how I was ever going to face this man again.
"Oh it does. It also gets nice and warm and she gets nice and wet."
I was trying very hard to bite my tongue and not give my opinion on this whole exchange. I was pretty sure I knew what kind of discipline Mike was referring to and I wasn't sure I was willing to go that far especially with another one of my bosses. They continued to talk and ignore me except for Jason occasionally groping me.
When I turned my back on to do the dishes, they pushed back their chairs and I expect to hear them leave instead Jason stepped up behind me. His hands went down to my thighs and moved slowly up the insides until he touched my core. He slipped his fingers into my folds and moved the other hand up to my stomach using it to pull me tight into his semi-erect cock. I stood very still and looked out the window barely breathing. He slipped two fingers into me while grinding his hips into my ass.
"Hannah my Hannah, I knew you'd be wet. Do you want me to fuck you in front of Mike?" He whispered in my ear.
I shook my head and replied in a whispered, "No, Master."
He thrust his hips forward rocking me against his hand, "I think you do. I think you want me stick my big cock in you and fuck you against the counter until you scream while Mike watches."
"No, Master. Please!" My breathing was getting shallower but I was trying very hard not to encourage him in any other way.
"Do you want Mike to fuck you? Do you want him to fuck you while you suck my cock? I think you do I think your going to cum just imagining it; aren't you Hannah."
