When I saw Rebecca at work the following Monday, I wasn't sure how to act. Acting "normal" didn't seem at all feasible. What was normal anymore anyway? Apparently my new normal is riding my boss's face until I cum, calling her a bitch, pulling her hair.
The first time I ran into her alone was in the breakroom. I sidled up to her while she was pouring her coffee. I cleared my throat in an obvious, comical sort of way. She jumped and her coffee splashed onto the counter.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you." But we were both giggling at our own nerves, which immediately put me at ease.
"Did you have fun this weekend? I mean, did you like that? Any of it?"
I cleared my throat, trying to pretend I didn't sound so eager. I flashed to one of my favorite scenes from Natural Born Killers, when Mallory had made the mechanic eat her out on the hood of her car. She chastised him when she was done, "NEXT TIME DON'T BE SO FUCKING EAGER." Oh god, please don't let her say that to me right now.
Thankfully, Rebecca's face looked more nerve-wracked than I felt. I used it to bolster my new confidence and smiled at her.
She relaxed, "Yes. Yeah. I think it's safe to say that I liked it, and I'm looking forward to another invitation."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
We smiled our goodbyes, me trying to be the cool confident Domme, and her... well who knows what she was trying to be. It made me wonder if she was curious about the relationship I have with Master, the marks she saw on my hips. More than anything, I wondered if she'd like me to mark her.
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"Master, how does one start? Where do I begin with her? Without scaring her, without pressuring her?"
"Those are excellent questions, kitten. And ones that you know I can't answer. There's no black or white here, since every submissive is different. Go with what you know, what feels natural to you. I'll tell you this, knowing you, your best bet is going to be your honesty. Just be up front and straight with her." He smiled at his own lame pun, and I laughed, punching him in the arm jokingly.
He stopped smiling immediately and raised his eyebrow. I flashed a hopeful grin. In one motion he pulled me over his knees, and then proceeded to pull down my shorts, my panties. I tried to carry my weight on my feet, but he spread his legs quickly, making me lose balance and just clutch at his leg so I wouldn't fall off. It left my full weight on him, and I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I'm sure he knew the exact color of my face without even looking. I twisted and struggled, whimpering, but he held tight. Finally I stopped.
"Are you finished?"
I didn't answer, my amusement dissipating.
SMACK. The first one landed square on my ass, and I imagined the large hot pink hand print it must have left. I guess I imagined correctly, because he didn't immediately deliver the second smack.
"That's so perfect, so beautiful, I hate to ruin it with nineteen more." Knowing there were nineteen more coming made me want to squirm again. And I almost started to, felt my muscles tense, my toes curl, but mysubmissive side stopped just in time. I stayed still. He knew, too, and gave me a soft pat and a "Good girl."
By five, I was whimpering, By ten, I was sweating. All my muscles were tense, waiting for the next smack. I don't think anyone (except subs and spanked children) realizes how many different areas there are to your backside, and how many variations in sensitivity exist. It always surprises me how sensitive my hips are, compared to the fleshiest part of my ass cheeks. Lower ass, upper thighs, lower back, ass crack, top of the ass crack... All of these provide drastically different, but still painful, sensations.
Master covered them all. By seventeen, I was sobbing. My nose running, tears and sweat dripping onto the couch. He prepared me for the last one.
"This one's twenty, kitten. The last one. I need you to relax, it's almost over."
I took a deep cleansing breath, finding my quiet place, envisioning the "kitten" in my mind, kneeling and quiet and calm, collar on, clothes off. Perfect, submissive, simplicity. I focused on the wet salty spot on the cushion and relaxed. Right on cue, as he felt me release it all, SMACK!
I tried to inhale to scream, squeal, something, and it sounded like a dying cow. Embarrassed further, I let go and sobbed against his leg. He pulled me up, so that I comfortably laid across the couch again. He whispered soothing things into my hair, and ran his hands in a calming motion across his marks on my hips, across the hot welts on my ass. The sensation of his rough masculine hands across these marks, all made by him, gave me butterflies. I let him know with a sweet groan.
"Mmmm. That almost tingles, you know."
"Good," he growled. "Come now, let me take care of you, Kitten."
He led me to the bathroom where he started a bath. We keep a pretty jar of our homemade bath brew beside the tub, and he added several generous scoops. It was just a simple and soothing combination of baking soda, Epsom salts, and lavender, kept for special occasions of pet's aftercare. After swishing the water around with his hand, he stripped off the rest of my clothes, with the gentleness that only the luckiest big men possess. He helped me over the edge of the tub and lowered me down. Ahhh. I could almost hear my raw ass sizzle as it hit the water.
"Lay back now, please." I noticed his growl had changed to a whisper, almost a purr. I laid back and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hands following the shape of my wet body. Scooping water up to waterfall over my breasts, belly, and hips. His hands tracing the curves of my body on their way back down to the water. I sighed from deep inside my soul. It was hypnotic. I loved this man so much.
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I fiddled with my drink while I watched Rebecca prepping the salad she'd brought to have with our steaks. Master was starting the grill and nursing a Guinness. I felt anxious again, wondering what would happen, how I'd handle topping this luscious woman in front of my Master. I definitely had the instinct and the urge to make her do my bidding, submit to me. But to act that way in front of him? It made me nervous. I know he would still be in control, watching me, guiding me, but even that seemed to undermine what I really wanted here.
I stopped myself from sighing and took a sip of my bourbon instead, letting my eyes wander where they wanted... all over Rebecca's body. Her graceful hands, her full breasts and hips and thighs. I wanted them. I wanted to touch her all over and and make her mine. Make her groan and purr and maybe even squeal.
I walked over and stood behind Rebecca at the counter and touched her shoulders, felt her stiffen at the unexpected touch. Master walked in at that exact moment, and I almost pulled away. But I didn't. He smiled at us and put down a plate of charred, smoking meat. He must have been a little distracted too. And then I had an idea of how to begin. Always the best way to begin.
I leaned against Rebecca, letting her feel my whole body against hers. "Rebecca, I want to own your mouth, like He owns mine. Can I show you want an owned mouth does?"
She turned around to face me and I felt her breasts move with her breathing. She kissed my mouth, a slow sweet, sucking sort of kiss. Her lips were so warm. Then she nodded.
I walked over to Him and went down to my knees. "May I, Sir?"
"You may, kitten."
He unzipped for me and I started slow, warming up, using my hand on his cock and playing with his balls. When I was ready, I took in every inch of him, so that he hit the back of my throat and then some. Not that Master takes cues from me, but he knew what I was looking for, and he grabbed my hair in two fistfuls and pulled me even closer to him. I groaned and lapped at his balls with my wet tongue. He broadened his stance and started skull fucking me, hard. I heard Rebecca gasp from someplace far away. I couldn't lose focus here or I'd gag and choke. He finally relented and I went back to sucking him off as hard as I could.
I stopped for a breath and told Rebecca to join us.
