I woke up that morning with Sir's hands on my body, kneading my breasts gently. I wiggled my arse against Him to let Him know I was awake. In response, His hand moved more forcefully on my breast, tugging at my nipple, while the other slithered down my belly to open my legs. I don't know why He had this power over me; I had been aware of Him for about thirty seconds but I was ready for Him. My pussy was leaking juice, making it easy for Him to circle a finger round my clit over and over again, bringing me to the brink of cuming so quickly it took my breath away. He lifted my leg up high onto His hip and said, "This is going to be tight pet," as He slid inside me.
The feeling of Him opening me up like that was incredible. I could feel every inch of Him as my pussy parted to grant Him access deep inside me. He pushed into me with one thrust, grunting with how good I felt, and I arched my back to allow Him to thrust deeper. He grabbed my hips and spun me round on to my back, still with His cock buried in my pussy. He leaned over and kissed my mouth, parting my lips with His tongue. He trailed kisses down my chin and neck, little nibbling kisses that I knew would leave marks the rest of the day, marks of ownership for the party tonight. He kissed all over my breasts the same way and all the time His cock was driving in and out of me, with one leg thrown between my legs that I could press down onto my clit. Over and over again I came, shuddering and whimpering, unable to do more than that. No one had ever made me feel so helpless during sex, totally surrendered to the experience alone, all other thoughts driven from my head. I could feel Him growing inside me as He nuzzled at my ear and whispered,
"You ready for me pet? Humm? You ready to feel me cum inside that tight little pussy of mine?"
I had forgotten what He had told me about my pussy belonging to Him. Now it was 'His pussy, His clit, His breasts,' there to use whenever He wished. The buzz of that remembered knowledge gave me hit me so hard that I nearly came from it alone.
"Yes Sir! Oh God, yes, please Sir!"
"You ready pet, coz here it comes -- oh yes, oh fuck yes!"
He groaned in my ear, pressing down hard on my belly just above His pussy so I could feel every little twitch of His cock as it flooded inside me. I called out to Him and shuddered again, digging my nails into His arse cheeks to hold Him inside me for as long as possible. I clenched my muscles around His cock, squeezing it as hard as I could to milk every drop of cum from Him. I wanted it all inside me, to feel it trickle out of me throughout the day, a constant reminder of Him. I felt Him start to move against me again. I flung my head round and asked Him, "Again? Already?"
"Oh yes pet, again already."
"Ok you are officially incredible," I told Him with a giggle.
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Get on your knees wench."
He pushed me over and knelt behind me, slapping my arse. He began with soft slow strokes that ended with Him grinding hard against me, His hands digging into my hips to hold me still. He leaned forwards and said, "Give me your hands, pet."
I had to wiggle a bit but I managed to fold both hands across my back for Him to grip. He used them to lift my shoulders off the bed and to hold me still at the same time. He sped up, pounding into me, fucking me hard, each thrust smacking into me, making me cry out with how good it felt. I could feel the sweat between our bodies trickling down the backs of my thighs, and I could hear the squishy sound that His sopping wet pussy was making with each plunge inside me. He got faster and faster, and I was squeaking now. I was going to have fun walking today at this rate but I didn't care. I loved this, being right royally fucked like this was fantastic. He put both of my wrists into one of His big hands and dug the other one into my shoulder, pulling me back towards Him, trying to get deeper. I could feel Him pushing up at my womb anyway, there was no way He could have gotten deeper, but I wanted Him deeper, wanted to feel Him in my belly. I loved this feeling of being used like this, letting Him use my body to make Him feel good. He rumbled to me, telling me how good I felt and came, still pulling me back. Releasing my wrists, He fell forward and wrapped His arms round my body and pulled me down to curl up inside them, kissing the back of my neck and breathing hard. I snuggled as close to Him as I could.
"I do love you pet," He whispered to me.
"Really, Sir?"
"Oh, God, yes, especially first thing in the morning. And last thing at night. And at any point during the day. Or night, for that matter. You're always ready for me, I never have to do any work."
I was about ready to slap His belly when I caught the teasing note in His voice.
"And the way you suck my cock, if they ever did an oral sex degree, you could teach it."
I shrugged and giggled at Him. "What can I say, I'm naturally gifted."
"Then get your naturally gifted mouth round my cock and clean me off."
"Aww, do I have to Sir?"
"Yes, you do. Why wouldn't you want to?"
"Coz I like feeling you inside my pussy more than my mouth."
"Sorry, whose pussy?"
"Your pussy, Sir. I like feeling you inside your pussy more than in my mouth."
"Tough titties, bitch. Mouth, cock, NOW!"
"Yes, Sir."
I rolled over and gave Him a smart salute before wiggling off His cock and moving down the bed. He tasted so nice and I licked and sucked until He was all clean again, (and, to my disbelief), hard again. I pushed myself up on to my elbows and looked at Him. "Have you got blue pills in your drawer there?"
"Nope, it's all me." He sat up a bit and looked very smug with Himself. I sat up and crossed my legs in front of me and pleaded with Him.
"Sir, I'm going to be walking like John Wayne all day as it is."
"You don't need your mouth to walk do you?"
"Nope."
"Then carry on wench," He told me with a wave of His hand.
I settled back on the bed, resting my head on His belly. I sucked gently, not doing anything special, just softly working my mouth around His cock. He soothed His hands over my hair, guiding my movements. This was always a special thing for me, to serve Sir like this, to give Him pleasure. It was almost hypnotic. Every part of my body and mind was focused on Him and it came as a bit of a surprise when He pushed down on my head and quietly came in my mouth. I swallowed it down; it tasted kind of bitter, but there was no way I would spit it out. I finished off licking up and down the shaft of His cock to clean it, and then He lifted me up to kiss the top of my head.
"Thank you for that, pet. Could you go and put the shower on for me?"
I smiled up at Him and nodded. I scooted down off the bed and ran through to the bathroom. I had learned over the last week how He liked His shower, what temperature the water should be, what soap He preferred, and how I should lay out His shaving equipment. I had a sudden and awfully nice thought. When He came through I asked Him, "Sir, may I shave you?"
He looked at me and asked why.
"I don't know. The thought of serving you like that appeals to me. Is that alright?"
"Of course it is, pet. Let me have my shower and then you can shave me. If you do it well then it can be your job in the morning from now on. Come and let me take your collar off and then I can wash your hair for you."
I had almost forgotten about my collar. It felt so natural already, so normal to have this symbol of His ownership on me, that when He took it off me I felt strangely empty. I got in the shower stall with Him and let Him wash me. I loved feeling His hands on my body, especially if they were covered in soap or oil. They made my skin feel soft and smooth under His touch.
I loved washing Him too. His skin was so supple and fine, like old, well cared for leather. He had a tattoo on His right shoulder of a phoenix, done in blues and golds that seemed to glow when it was wet. I washed His whole body from top to toe, and when I was finished I asked Him to sit in the chair I'd moved beside the washbasin. I remembered seeing how this was done in a movie once so I draped a hot towel over His face while I got the shaving foam and razor ready. I was a bit nervous about this now. I really didn't want to cut Him, but I told myself firmly I'd been shaving pussy for years and never cut myself very badly and that I was capable of doing this.
I lathered up His face, trying not to suffocate Him by covering His nose or mouth in soap and started to shave Him. I smoothed the razor up His cheeks and then He told me that I was supposed shave down His face, so I started again. It was strange to be focusing on Him like this. It wasn't like when I was sucking His cock because I had to be totally aware of both His body and mine, of His face and my hands and I liked this awareness. I liked being totally absorbed in His face. I could look at it for hours -- the planes that merged into His snubby nose, then down to the laugh lines that surrounded His generous lower lip. He had quite a square chin; His jaw led up to long ears that lay flat on the sides of His head and His forehead was high and smooth. His eyes were shut, so I could see His long eyelashes, dark like His hair, sooty against His tanned skin, with little wrinkles just starting to show at the corners of His eyes. His face showed how much He loved life, how much He laughed at life and I wanted so much to share in this happy life of Sir's.
I finished shaving Sir and put the moisturiser I used on my own body on Him. His eyes opened as I soothed the thin cream over His face and He said, "Thank you, pet. That was very well done. Looks like you have a new morning job."
I smiled at Him rather shyly. He had praised me so often over the few months I'd known Him, but I still wasn't used to being complimented or praised.
"Right, pet -- breakfast. Lift your hair out the way for me." He buckled my collar back around my neck and I felt whole again. "Dry yourself off and I'll go put the kettle on."
He slipped His dressing gown on and I wrapped my old one round my body. I towel dried my hair so it wasn't dripping everywhere then ran down the stairs. Suzi was coming to the house early to help me get ready so she could sort it out then. Sir had made a pot of tea and got the frying pan down by the time I reached the kitchen so I knew He wanted a big breakfast. He didn't have time during the week for anything more than toast, so this was a treat for Him. He sat at the table reading His mail; when I handed Him His plate He passed me a letter addressed to me. I recognised the handwriting as Mother's but I didn't know how she'd known where I was staying now. Sir took my hand and told me to sit down.
"Your phone rang a couple of days ago when you were sleeping. It was your Mother's number so I answered it and we talked for a while. I said it would be best if she didn't call you for a while, if she had anything to say, she should write to you and you could decide if you wanted to write back. Very pig-headed woman, your Mother, so I blocked her number on your phone. You don't have to open it just now; if you want to leave it until after the party you can, but I want you to call your dad today and talk to him for a bit, tell him where you are now and how you're doing, ok?"
"You talked to Mother? Bloody Nora, I'll bet she was happy to find you answering my calls."
"She told me I had brainwashed you and practically accused me of kidnap. Strange woman. Now are you eating anything this morning?"
