Thursday morning rolled into the world as it turned and the gray light of the early morning filled the Earth. Arthur's bedroom was shielded against it by thick curtains, but he woke before his alarms to someone shifting their weight on his mattress. It was a gentle wake-up compared to the klaxon that normally roused him from slumber, so he greeted the waking world with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. Selene's body pressed against his left thigh, and her hand ran up the inside of his right thigh before coming to his cock. Her breath warmed it and woke it, and then she took it in her mouth and let her tongue play with it. She stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue until he was fully hard.
"Good morning, slut." Arthur reached down and stroked her hair with his left hand.
She pulled away from his dick for a moment. "Good morning, Master."
Arthur could hear the smile in her voice even with his eyes still closed. She went back to what she was doing. Arthur sighed and opened his legs a little by moving his right to give her more access.
Selene pulled her mouth off his cock and moved so that she was lying face down between his legs. She stroked him slowly and gently and brought her lips to the base of his cock. She kissed, licked, and teased the bottom of his shaft while she stroked him, occasionally dipping down to play with his balls.
Arthur sighed contently and raised his hands to place them under his head. The ultimate pose of relaxation. With his eyes closed, every touch from Selene felt intense and electric. He could feel her body pressed against him and her arms spread over the tops of his thighs. The touch of her lips to his shaft was electric. The slight pressure from her nails on his hip was delightful. The slow and steady stroking of his cock with her other hand was pleasurable.
"Such a good girl." Arthur sighed. He felt goosebumps break out on Selene's arms in response. He felt the tiny hairs stand on edge and change how they felt against him. He smiled at being able to inflict pleasure with only his words.
"Recite your slave mantra." Arthur commanded. "I want you to say it every morning when you wake up and every night when you go to sleep, like a prayer, whether I'm there or not."
Selene's breath caught for a moment, but she exhaled into her kiss on the underside of his shaft and gave it one last playful kiss before answering. "Yes, Master." She kept her stroking hand moving steadily as she began the recitation.
"I am your slave, and you are my Master. I am yours to play with and yours to control." Selene said before she moved her hand to the base of his shaft and took his cock back into her mouth. Her lips came halfway down his shaft, formed as tight a seal as she could muster, and she sucked hard as she brought her lips to the bottom of the mushroom, pushed back down, and then came back up, popping off his cock with an audible pop.
"I will eagerly see to your needs and serve you with my whole heart." Selene's voice was breathy now as she got her breath back from her little demonstration. "I eagerly give you my body and want you to use me as you see fit." She licked the underside of his cock once more in one long stroke of her tongue.
"I wear the signs of my submission with pride." Selene's voice told Arthur she was smiling. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but he could picture the plain leather band around her throat that she refused to take off. "I eagerly obey you in all things. I know that you will take care of me as my Master."
Selene kissed the base of his cock. "I am your slave, Master. Your plaything. Your fuck toy. Your pet. I am whatever you need me to be to bring you pleasure, and I will seek to bring you pleasure in all things." Her mouth gently suckled on his balls.
"I am owned, cared for, and safe with you, Master." Selene sighed. "Please, Master." She whispered. "Use your slut."
Arthur opened his eyes and looked down. She looked up at him from over his hips and behind his cock. She kissed his shaft again and massaged it with her lips as she kept stroking him. He was rock hard, but the languid pace was too enjoyable to rush. He was in no hurry to cum, if anything was left in the tank after the last two days. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"I had a dream of you." Arthur told her while she continued. She did not question him, but she understood that he would elaborate if she let him. She moved to swallow his cock again and tried to press her face as far down as possible while still stroking him with her hand.
"Mmm." Arthur exhaled. "We were on a trip somewhere together. A field trip to some Museum." That was obviously not the important or most memorable aspect of the dream. "And you were on a leash that I held, walking behind me as we looked at the exhibits, but the exhibits were all different scenes of porn with our friends as the actors instead of the normal porn actors. It was... an interesting dream." Arthur smiled.
"It sounds wonderful, Master." Selene gasped and then went back to pleasuring him with her mouth.
"Doesn't it?" Arthur almost chuckled. "When we finished our museum tour, you became one of the exhibits. I tied your leash to a stand and tied you to the display with some rope, and then it was our friends' turn to come and gawk at you. You were quite the conversation piece."
Selene blushed, but her efforts increased in their pace and pleasure with every word he spoke. Arthur could feel himself pressing closer to the edge, and he was eager to cum, but he held it back.
"I know you don't want everyone to know that you're a slut, but I think you rather enjoy the idea of being seen and watched." Arthur smirked slightly. "I don't find the idea repulsive." He offered. "Maybe we can figure out a way to do both. Let you be the object of people's admiration, let them watch you and know you're my slut, without giving away your identity."
There was a fire in her eyes as she placed her hands against his hips and plunged her lips down to the base, taking him in her throat as she swallowed thickly against the intrusion. She did her best but could only hold it for a few seconds before she came up again and gasped for air.
"Would you like that?" Arthur asked idly.
"I obey my Master." Selene answered. "I'm a good girl. A good slut."
"Yes, you are." Arthur agreed.
Silence reigned for a few moments. Selene continued throating him off and on while Arthur laid back and relaxed, enjoying the show and the sounds she was making as she alternated between gagging on his cock and gasping for breath.
"Have you played with yourself?" Arthur asked.
"No, Sir." Selene answered after popping off his cock for a second. "I haven't asked for permission."
Arthur smiled. "Good girl. It looks like last night's punishment actually taught you something."
"Yes, Master." Selene answered and then dived back onto his cock.
"You're getting better at that." Arthur sighed. "They say practice makes perfect. Given a few more sessions, we can make you the perfect cocksucker."
Selene's eyes sparkled with all the signs of a smile.
"Are you wet?" Arthur asked a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Do you want to touch yourself?"
"Yes, Master." Selene answered after a few moments, lifting her face off his cock, and then plunging back onto it.
"So why haven't you asked permission?" Arthur asked, almost laughing at the comical breaks his questioning forced her to take from sucking his cock.
"Because I did not want to make this about me, Sir. I wanted to do something nice for you and wake you up the way a slave should wake her Master." Selene didn't even hesitate in her answer. She'd thought about it and convinced herself not to ask for her own pleasure. Arthur smiled. It was the thought that counted in any gift.
"And what if I want to fuck you?" Arthur asked.
"Then please do, Sir. Please. Fuck your slut as hard as you like. Let me wake you up with whatever hole you would prefer to use." She was pumping him hard and fast with her hand now, but that didn't stop him from sitting up, reaching down, and lifting her up.
Arthur slid out from under her and came around to the foot of the bed. Standing on the still-warm blankets she'd used for a bed, he pulled her by the hips until her legs came over the foot of the bed. Then he tapped the back of her knees until she placed them both on the edge. He spread them for her, lowering her toward the mattress. He pushed down between her shoulder blades until she was face down against the bed and turned her head to breathe. Then she felt his tip slide against her lower lips, and she bit her lip as she exhaled and shuddered.
"Please, Master. Fuck me." She whimpered. "Please. I need it. I need you, Master. I need your cock inside me. Fuck your fucktoy, Master. Fuck me hard, and make me beg to cum."
Arthur tightened his grip on her hips in response and wedged the tip of his cock between her slick lower lips. He wanted release too, but teasing her a little seemed to elicit a stronger reaction when she finally came, so he let the moment stretch between them. She was panting in anticipation and wiggled her hips a little or tried to. Arthur held her fast.
"Pleaaase." Selene whined. "Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase, Master?" She gripped the sheets in anticipation, her knuckled white on either side of her head.
Arthur didn't answer but slowly started to push into her. He let the seconds slide by into inches until finally, he came to rest with her ass pressing against his pelvis and his cock pushing into her from below and behind. He moved her back with his hands, just a few inches. Then he slammed her to the hilt again, eliciting a gasp from her.
He did it again, but he paused when he slid her away and brought his hand down on her right ass cheek with a loud slap. He could already see the red mark forming when he heard a moanful "Thank you, Sir." He repeated the spank with his other hand on the other cheek, and again he received a heartfelt "Thank you, Sir."
He slammed into her again, and she nearly shuddered her breath. Then he repeated, withdrawing her to an inch away, and delivering two spankings. She greeted each with a separate "Thank you, Sir." Until he increased the rate of his spankings so much that she could hardly keep up, and she was just repeating, "Thank you, Sir!" In a desperate breathless loop of pleasurable cries.
Each spank hit harder than the last until her ass was a canvas entirely made of red, and every movement sparked pleasure within her until, finally, her body could resist it no longer.
