Petal

The continuing story of Petal and her Master. The first bunch of chapters are under the Nonconsent/Reluctance category.

All fiction, of course.

For my patron, Bach

Enjoy!

As always, I woke up slowly. I'd fallen asleep in his arms and I was more than happy to stay in them. It seemed like I always fell asleep after we played. But I wasn't complaining either. I'd never been much of a napper, but in this case, it felt perfectly natural.

"Are you hungry, petal?"

I rolled over enough to see his face. He was smiling down at me, propped up once again on his elbow, his free hand tracing a line up and down my neck. "I'm not sure, Master."

He smiled even more broadly and kissed me, our lips pressing gently against each other, mine parting just enough to let his tongue in to press briefly against mine. "I think you should get some food in you. We've been putting your body through its paces for the last few days."

"Yes, Master."

"Soup and sandwiches again, I think. Nothing too heavy. Then you can escort me to dinner."

His pussy clenched and I swallowed hard. He raised an eyebrow. "Problem, little slave?"

"No, Master."

"No toy this time. I'd hate for too many people to see my property writhing around on her chair."

"Yes, Master."

He sat up and I followed suit. He pulled on his clothes and I waited quietly, running my fingers absently over the collar. He noticed and smiled, reaching out and hooking his finger through the ring. He tugged and I stepped toward him, dropping my arm back to my side.

"You were born to wear that collar, petal. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Now, go make some lunch."

"Thank you, Master." He let go and I went past him. He swatted my ass lightly on the way by, making me jump and blush. I went to the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients for the sandwiches. He went to the cupboard, got a can of soup, and put it on the counter before going to his seat.

Soon enough, we were eating. The conversation was minimal, but that felt natural, too. I'd never been much of one for small talk, but none of our talks felt forced. It was a strange sensation.

I cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, added detergent, and turned it on. He watched from his chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head. My face felt hot as I wiped down the counters and rinsed out the sink. I made myself take a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning around.

"Everything all set, petal?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. I want you to come down to my office with me for a while."

"Yes, Master."

He stood up and I followed him to the door to the basement. He opened it and gestured for me to go first. I went down the stairs, the soft carpet tickling my feet. That made my knees tingle, remembering how they felt when I had to crawl on the steps. I waited outside of the office door as he came over and opened it.

I followed him in and he went behind his desk. I stood still, looking around the room, and waited. He bent down and opened a small filing cabinet. He rolled out the bottom drawer and pulled out what looked like a large, fluffy mattress. He shook it and let it fall to the floor then closed the drawer again.

He smiled at me and held out his hand. I walked over to him and took it. "I think this is the perfect size, little slave. Try it out."

"Master?"

He glanced down at the mattress and I looked at it, realizing what it really was. "You are my pet, little one. Sit on your bed."

I opened my mouth but closed it again when he raised his eyebrow at me. I lowered myself to the floor, using his hand for stability. The pet bed was very padded and the cover was soft. I sat with my legs crossed, looking up at him.

He let go of my hand and went to his desk. He sat in his chair and smiled at me. "You look lovely, petal. Feel free to relax on the bed."

"Thank you, Master."

He pulled his chair in and turned on his computer. Soon, he was using the mouse to click and typing away on the keyboard. I couldn't see the screen but knew it didn't really matter. He was doing his work and I was waiting.

I wasn't bored. I was busy taking in the atmosphere of the room and content to sit on the cushion. The pet bed. My pet bed.

I was struck again with the reality of the situation. But, as I'd done before, I pushed that out of my mind. It just didn't seem to matter.

Time passed. He looked at me every so often, usually smiling. He continued his work and I had to admit I was getting a bit turned on just watching him. I watched his fingers on the keyboard and remembered how they felt on his clit and in his pussy. It made me shiver.

I went on instinct. I leaned forward a bit, getting up onto my knees, and put my hands on the floor to brace myself. He didn't seem to notice. I moved a few inches at a time, closing the distance between us.

He didn't look down but did push his chair back a bit and swivelled it, his legs separating. I crawled slowly until I was between them. I got back up onto my knees and put my hands on his thighs. He nodded, still keeping his fingers on the keyboard and his eyes on the monitor.

I reached up and opened his pants. I slipped my hand inside and felt his hard cock through his underwear. I massaged it gently and he continued his work. I ran my other hand over the waistband and he shifted in his chair.

He moved enough so that I could ease his pants and underwear over his hips. I backed up so I had more space and slid them down to his ankles. He settled back on the chair and I took my place back between his feet.

He continued typing and I began stroking his cock again. The bare skin felt warm in my hand and I knew his pussy was getting wet. I licked his balls as I stroked him, my free hand wrapped around his hip. The taste made his clit begin to throb.

I felt the first drops of his fluid from his cock touch my hand and I licked it off. The salty taste made me want more. I stroked him slowly, licking and kissing as I found a good rhythm. He started to move his hips in time to my movements but still never looked away from the monitor.

I knelt up straighter and put my hands on his thighs. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked lightly. He made a sound through his teeth and I moved until the tip hit the back of my throat. I continued sucking and revelling in the taste.

He kept typing as his cock grew harder in my mouth. I moved up and down his shaft, the tip pressing deeper and deeper into me. He let out a low grunt and came hard. It filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly, not wanting to miss any.

I slid off and licked his cock clean. He put one hand on my head and I pressed into it. He looked at me and smiled. "Good girl, petal."

"Thank you, Master."

He shifted his weight and rolled the chair back in front of the desk. I went back to the bed and laid down. I curled up into a ball and rested my head on my arm. I watched him as he worked, content again.

And I didn't let myself think about it. I just went with the feelings. I zoned out for a bit. I was comfortable and warm. There was a flash of light and I looked up at him, startled.

It was a camera flash. He had taken my picture from his chair. He held up the phone and I saw myself on the screen. I was curled up, nothing showing that would have even made a movie rated PG-13. But my collar was plain as day and I had a small smile on my face. On the pet bed.

"Do you like it, petal? I couldn't help myself. You looked absolutely delicious.

"Thank you, Master."

"Do you think James would like it?"

My heart sped up. My throat seemed to close up. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. He smiled at me. "Don't worry, little slave. I don't want him to see my property. Not yet."

"Yes, Master."

He put the phone back on his desk and said, "Go upstairs and take a nice bath. Make sure everything is shaved properly. Then put on the pink dress, same stockings and shoes. We'll leave in an hour."

"Yes, Master."

I stood up and went up the stairs. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I got my caddy and took off the shoes, stockings, and garters. I put them on the edge of the sink and waited for the tub to fill.

Once the water was high enough, I turned it off and lowered myself into it. The warmth felt wonderful and calming. I washed and shaved, taking special care to keep his pussy as bare as I'd been told.

I stayed there for a bit, relaxing. The water cooled off and I sighed. I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea of a trip to the restaurant. The dress was only part of it, although the pink still made me want to throw it in the closest trash disposal.

He had said the toy wouldn't be used this time, and I was grateful. It had been so intense and I had almost lost the battle with the orgasms in the mall. But at least at a mall, there had been movement. It hadn't felt as intimate as a restaurant.

I pulled the plug and the water slid down the drain. I got up and dried off quickly. I ran the comb through my hair and went to the bedroom. Soon, I was wearing the black stockings, pumps, and garters, and of course the pink dress. I sat on the bed and sighed. The skirt rode up quite a bit when I sat down. I pressed my thighs together and leaned back experimentally.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and came into the room. He looked down at me, smiling, and held out his hand. "You look lovely, my dear."

"Thank you, Master."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

I took his hand and let him tug me to my feet. I smiled back at him and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "What is it, petal?"

"Nothing, Master."

"No lies, no matter how small, little slave. What's wrong?"

"I'm just nervous I guess."

"Nervous?"

"About the restaurant."

"What about it?"

"I don't know. Maybe if I had... If the dress..."

"You still don't like the color," he said, frowning a bit. "I do. And that's what matters."

"Yes, Master."

"Let's go."

"Yes, Master."

He tugged my arm softly and walked out of the room. I followed him and soon we were outside again. He didn't remind me about staying with him. I slipped into the car and bucked the seatbelt. He closed the door and went around to his side.

He got in and turned on the ignition without even looking at me. Soon we were on the road. I looked out of the window, resting my forehead on it as the scenery went past. My throat was hot and I swallowed hard.

After a while, he spoke, his voice a little harder than usual. "We're going to a Thai restaurant. Do you like Thai food?"

"I've never had it, Master."

"I enjoy it."

"Yes, Master."

He slowed down for a red light and cupped my chin. "Look at me, petal."

I did, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "What's wrong? Is it still the dress?"

"I... I don't know, Master."

"Try to tell me, then."

"I guess... I mean, yes, part of it is the dress. But I don't know what to do... How to act in the restaurant."

He smiled and leaned over, kissing my forehead. "Is that all?"

"That seems like a lot to me, Master."

"You know how to behave, little slave. I have full faith in you."

"Thank you, Master."

The light changed and he let go of my chin. He rested his hand on my leg as he drove forward. I leaned back in my seat, looking ahead. The ride didn't take long and soon enough we were pulling into a semi-full restaurant parking lot.

He squeezed my leg and turned off the car. He got out and walked around to my side. I unbuckled and waited for him to open the door. I got out and he closed the door, using his keychain to lock it. He held out his arm and I looped my arm through it.

He had faith in me. I just hoped I could walk without falling over in the heels.

We walked across the short stretch of pavement and entered a cozy-looking restaurant. Most of the tables were full and even the bar looked busy. We waited at the hostess stand and soon a young woman with long, black hair was smiling at us and telling him we shouldn't have a long wait.

He led me to a padded chair and we sat down. I felt like everyone was staring at me, particularly how short the skirt was, but I knew that wasn't realistic. Still, the sensation of the vinyl on the back of my upper thighs was making me want to squirm.

While we waited, I listened to the noise of the many conversations blending together. It was calming. He put his hand on my knee and began tracing his fingers up and down my inner thigh. I shivered and he chuckled.

"Don't worry, petal. I won't let anyone see your body."

I opened my mouth to answer but the hostess came over. "Your table is ready."

"Thank you," he said, standing up. He held out his hand and I took it, standing next to him. We walked to a small table near the back of the restaurant and the smiling hostess gave him menus before wishing us a good evening.

We were sitting across from each other and looking at the menu. I shifted my weight a few times, the vinyl once again making me want to squirm. He smiled at me and asked, "Do you have any idea of what you want to order?"

"I don't think so. I've never had this before."

"You can choose anything you like. I recommend picking something that is close to Chinese dishes that you enjoy."

I nodded and went back to looking at the menu. I eventually found a few things that looked good. A waitress came over, poured some water in our glasses, and asked what we would like for drinks and appetizers.

"We will both have rum and Coke, please. And an order of spring rolls and one of pad thai please."

"Of course, sir. I'll put that in right away."

"Thank you."

The waitress walked away and I realized I hadn't been given a chance to speak. I looked at him and he smiled. "You can order your entree, petal. But trust me, I think you will like the appetizers."

I nodded and went back to looking at the menu, pretending I didn't see his eyebrows furrow just a bit. I found some pictures of things that looked decent so I felt better about that. I set the menu down and sipped my water.

"Tell me something, petal. Tell me something that James left out."

"What?" I put the water down, barely holding on to the glass.

"Tell me something about yourself that James didn't."

"I don't know what he told you..."

The waitress came back and put our drinks in front of us. "Have you made your choices for entrees?"

He looked at me and nodded. I cleared my throat and said, "I'll have the pad kra tao, please."

"And I will have the satay."

"Very good," she said, taking the menus back. "I'll get that right in for you."

"Thank you," he said, smiling at her as she left. He looked back at me and took my hand across the table, holding it firmly and running his thumb over the back of my knuckles.

"Since you don't know what James told me, tell me something that you never told him. Or that he never knew was important to you."

"I don't know..."

"I'll give you until the appetizers get here to think about it, petal."

"Okay."

I dropped my gaze and looked at our hands. What hadn't I told James? We'd known each other for over a decade and been married for seven years. I couldn't think of any stories or beliefs I wouldn't have shared with him.

I thought while I listened to the crowd's chatter. He never stopped rubbing my knuckles. After what seemed like no time at all, the waitress came back with our appetizers. He smiled and thanked her for the food. She put it on the center of the table, putting two smaller plates next to the large ones. She left and he looked at me again, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Eat, petal. You'll like these."

I nodded. "Okay."

He didn't let go so we were both eating one-handed. I took small amounts of each and took experimental bites. He was right. They were good. After a few minutes, he squeezed my hand again.

"So. Tell me."

"I don't know. I think I told him everything, really."

"My dear," he said, squeezing my hand more, "if you two had a fully open and truthful relationship, you wouldn't be here with me in the first place."

I looked at him and resisted the urge to yank my hand away. I sighed and he just kept staring at me. "Well? Tell me something."

"I was bullied in school," I said.

"He didn't know that?"

"He knew some of it."

"Tell me all of it, then."

"I wasn't good at sports. I got good grades. I didn't have fancy clothes. And I had really protective parents."

"How did they bully you?"

"The usual things. Name calling, leaving me out of things, playing tricks on me. Stuff like that."

"What did you do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Telling teachers didn't help. It made it worse."

"What did you do, then, petal?"

I looked away. He squeezed my hand harder, making me gasp. "What did you do?"

"I didn't pull a Carrie and burn down the prom if that's what you're thinking."

He laughed. He let go of my hand and cupped my chin instead. He tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him. "What did you do, then?"

"Nothing. I graduated. I got the hell out of there."

"That's all?"

"That's all I could have done. I got out of there and moved away and went to college and never looked back."

"That sounds like a good strategy. But one that left a lot of scars."

"I guess so."

"What did James say about it?"

I closed my eyes. "That everyone went through stuff like that."

"Look at me."

I did. "You didn't deserve that, petal. No one deserves that."

I nodded slowly. He shook his head and tightened his grip on my chin. "Say it."

"I didn't deserve that. No one deserves that."

"Good girl."

"Thank you..."

My voice trailed off and he raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

My face burned. "Thank you."

"Thank you? Is that all?"

Before I could answer, the waitress came back with our plates of food. He let go of my face and leaned back so she could put them on the table. He smiled at her and looked back at me as she walked away. "Think that over, my dear. Think that over very, very hard."

I nodded and began eating, barely tasting anything. A few bites in, he grabbed my hand again. "Are you thinking?"

"Yes."

"You have until she comes back for our plates."

"Okay."

He held on tightly. We ate in silence. Soon we were both done. He wiped his mouth with his free hand and sighed. "Did you come up with anything?"

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I just stared at him. His cheeks were starting to turn pink. I sucked in my breath and tried again to speak, to stop this before it could get any worse.

But before I could, the waitress came back. He smiled at her and told her we did not want any dessert, thank you, and asked for the check. She picked up the dishes and walked away. The window had closed.

I looked down at the table, not wanting to see his reaction. I knew my face was red, if not purple. I was practically shaking. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so scared. It was even worse than when I saw the dungeon.

Soon enough, he had paid and signed the receipt. The waitress smiled and wished us a good night. He got up and walked to the lobby. I followed right behind him, my heart pounding. I was practically skipping to keep up.

We went outside and he unlocked the car. He opened the door for me and gestured with his head at me. I got in and buckled the seatbelt, staring at my thighs. He went around and got in the driver's side. He didn't speak, just turned the key and buckled himself in.

He backed up into the parking lot and soon we were back on the road. Twilight had snuck in and the lights on the sides of the street gave everything a mellow glow. I never moved. I just kept staring down at my thighs, the very edge of the garters visible under the hem of the skirt.

Soon we were back at the house. He parked the car and got out. He stood by the front of the car and waited for me. I walked around to meet him and I held my hands loosely at my sides in case he wanted to hold one.