Anya Ch 02 2

I thought my heart was already pounding but, as I heard those words, my heart started thundering in my chest as I looked her up and down... her damp, shoulder-length, hair; those gorgeous pert breasts, with the dark nipples; that taut slender waist, beautiful curving hips and, between her legs, such an exquisite pussy, framed with a lush, dark bush. My cock was throbbing in my jeans; throbbing and pushing upwards, creating a little twitching tent at my crotch, while my heart hammered, hammered, hammered in my chest, as if it were trying to escape.

"If you really mean that, say that again." I said, finally.

She smiled, still holding the towel wide, still exposing herself to me. She spoke softly, but clearly, being sure not to be misheard or unclear, "Your wish... is my... command."

There. She had said it now—clearly and unmistakably. I smiled, acknowledging what I had heard. "How lovely." I said. "How lovely."

I wondered what I could tell her to do that would show her obedience to me. "Drop the towel," I said. I knew if she dropped it, she'd be showing off her naked ass to anyone walking by. She dropped it immediately and without hesitation. I could see on the pathway below us people walking backwards and forwards, but she didn't flinch—her eyes stayed focused on me. "Kneel down." I said. As if I had asked her to pass the sugar, she knelt in front of me, her hands resting on her thighs—now, she couldn't be seen from below, but she was kneeling in front of me. Kneeling in front of me. And the last words from those beautiful lips had been "Your wish is my command."

"So, is this your thing?"

"What?"

"Doing as you're told. Obeying."

She smiled, "Yes. Absolutely."

"No matter what?"

"Yes. No matter what."

"Do I need to test that? Find your limits?"

"As you wish." Her smile never left her lips.

I heard footsteps on the stairs outside. I fished inside my pocket and threw her the key, which she caught. "Go lock the door. I don't want us to be disturbed." She jumped up, which made her breasts bounce in a lovely enticing way, and went over to the door, which she locked—leaving the key in the lock. Then she came back and knelt down where she had been before.

I looked down at her as her eyes flickered from mine and glimpsed the tent in my jeans; she seemed pleased with the affect she was having on me. "Move closer," I said. She shuffled forward. I opened my legs, and told her to come closer again, so that she was kneeling between my legs. "Do you know what I want?"

"No, I am not sure I do."

"Well, I think you should address me properly. Call me 'Sir'."

"Yes, Sir."

"So. Do you know what I want?"

"No, I am not sure I do... Sir."

"Then I think I ought to tell you, hadn't I?"

She smiled. "Yes, Sir."

"Take out my cock, and suck it. Lick and suck my cock until I cum."

Her hands started to slide up along my thighs, as she looked me in the eyes and replied, "Yes, Sir. My pleasure, Sir."

She rubbed at my hard cock through my jeans before popping the button and unzipping my jeans. Her hand slipped into my boxer shorts and gently pulled out my cock, which was already rock hard. I gently stroked her hair as she kissed the tip of my cock, while she stroked it slowly, up and down. She kissed the tip over and over again, her tongue occasionally flicking out and teasing me; each kiss was deeper than the last, her mouth opening, lips parting and letting my cock slowly enter her mouth. As her lips closed around my shaft I let out a little groan; my hands clasping at her hair as her lips slid down my shaft, her mouth engulfing my cock.

One hand gently cupped my balls and gave the occasional squeeze, while the other stroked my shaft in unison with the movement of her lips up and down, up and down, up and down. Good God—I was not going to last long at this rate. Her long slender fingers were driving me wild; her lips and tongue taking me to the brink; holding me at the brink; teasing, pleasing, squeezing, until finally, I succumbed—my cum squirting from my cock and deep into her mouth. She moaned as she felt my cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed every drop.

She sat back and looked up at me; "Was I able to please you, Sir?"

I smiled back, trying not to show too much enthusiasm, as might befit my new role. "That was..." I paused as if searching for the right word, "Satisfactory."

"Now I think it is about time we went to your room."

"Yes Sir."

"Put on your top and your skirt—you can give your panties to me—you won't be wearing panties any more. Am I understood?"

"Yes Sir."

I followed her out of the room, down the stairs and over to the very next block, where her room really was in the same relative position as mine. As soon as we were inside, I told her to lock the door, and I started to have a look around.

"Mmmmm. You do seem to keep your room tidy." I said, as I opened a drawer that was full of her underwear. I looked through it carefully, rummaging around the back of the drawer; I found a large, black dildo. "And you have some interesting... toys."

"Yes Sir."

"Do you have anything else I should know about?"

She lowered her head before nodding. "Yes Sir."

"Then I think you ought to show me."

She slid her hand under the bed and pulled out a shoebox, which she handed to me unopened. I took off the lid and looked inside. There were some lengths of rope, a pair of handcuffs, a ribbed dildo, a black leather ball gag with a bright red ball; some lubricant and a collar; the collar looked almost like one that you'd have a dog wear. I looked at the plate that was riveted to the collar. "Anya." I read. "That's you, isn't it?"

"Yes Sir."

I smiled. "Interesting. Very interesting."

I looked across at her—at Anya, and realised something. "Kneel, Anya. You forgot to kneel." Realising her mistake, she immediately knelt down, her eyes downcast; her hands upturned on her thighs, just below the hem of that short, short skirt.

"Do you need some kind of reminder, Anya? Something to help you remember your place?"

"Yes, Sir. I think so, Sir."

I tossed the collar to her. Put this on then. She bowed her head and started to buckle the collar tightly around her neck. When she was done, she looked up at me, wanting acknowledgement that she had completed her task.

"Good girl."

She smiled.

"Now take off that top, and that skirt."

Anya immediately did my bidding, before kneeling back down, naked but for the black leather collar encircling her neck. The key difference between this collar and a dog's collar was that there were several D rings spaced out around it. Rings for which I saw an immediately use. I took two lengths of cord and looped one around each of Anya's wrists, before looping them through two of the D Rings, to hold her hands high, at her neck. I tied the knots tight—although she could probably undo the knots if she wanted to, she certainly couldn't without me realizing what she was up to. Once she was tied I laid her gently down on the bed, face up. Then I looped two more cords around her ankles and tied them to the feet of the bed. I looked down at her, as she smiled up at me. I softly raked my fingernails up along her thigh—teasing her so deliciously that she closed her eyes and threw back her head.

I picked up the big black dildo and squirted a little of her lubricant onto it, before rubbing the tip of the plastic cock against her clit; rubbing it back and forth until she was groaning and bucking her hips. "Oh God. Thank you Sir, thank you." I slid the tip of the dildo up and down along her slit—covering it with the cold, clear lube; little by little, I pushed harder, easing the cock's head between the delicate folds of her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, I eased the dildo into her pussy inch by inch, listening to Anya's moans. She bucked her hips upwards eager to have more and more dildo inside her. After I had impaled her on the full length of the dildo that first time, I withdrew it and started again, this time a little faster. Each thrust was faster than the one before, slowly I accelerated, watching her writhe against her bonds as I fucked her relentlessly with the long black plastic cock.

Anya started squealing with the pleasure of her fucking; I reached into my pocket and pulled out her panties, which I stuffed into her mouth to muffle her cries. Then I pinched at her nipples; pinching and twisting them as I rammed the dildo into her cunt over and over again. If I hadn't stuffed the panties into her mouth, Anya's screaming would have been heard across half of campus by now and the whole of campus would have heard her when I switched my attention from her nipples to her clit. Every muscle in her body straining against the ropes that bound her as her orgasm tore through her; while I continued to rub her hard little clit and fuck her pussy with that dildo.

When I didn't believe she could take any more, I slowed down my thrusting. Instead of pinching nipples and clit, I gently caressed them, letting her come down slowly from her high. Eventually, I withdrew the dildo altogether; it was slick with her juices. I dropped it on the bed between her legs and pulled her panties from her mouth. I undid the cords that bound her ankles, and wrists, but left the collar intact around her pretty throat.

"Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you."

I smiled down at Anya's naked form. She knelt in front of me and hugged my legs as I gently stroked her hair. I held her face in my hands and lifted her chin so she looked up at me. "You are mine to command." I said. "Say it."

"I am yours to command, Sir."

I smiled. "Yes, you are. You are mine."

"Yours, and yours alone, Sir."

I stood up and looked through her drawers for something she could wear. I found a short cotton print dress which I passed to her. Anya looked perfect in the dress. I found a pair of high heel strappy sandals that she could wear with the dress. From a distance, I guessed, the collar would look like a choker, but, up close, it would be pretty obvious what its real function was.

Anya's nipples were sill stiff and stood out against the material of her dress. I was thrilled to know she wore nothing at all under the dress. I sat back down and had Anya kneel at my feet.

"So. Anya. Tell me—do you know what your name means?"

She kept here eyes cast downwards as she replied, "Yes Sir. It can mean 'graceful', 'inexhaustable' or... 'other'."

"Mmmmmm. Well, the first two make sense, and seem... appropriate. But the third? I am not sure what you mean by 'other'."

She tried to explain. "Well, Sir. As I understand it, Anya can mean 'other' or 'another person'."

"As in, 'it wasn't me, it was anya' could either mean that I was blaming you or simply that it wasn't me?"

She nodded, "Yes Sir."

"Interesting. Especially if you want to distance yourself from your actions."

She smiled. "Yes Sir. It is different for me to say, 'It wasn't me, it was Anya'"

"Quite," I replied. "In that case, who the hell is Anya—and who the hell are you for that matter?"

I paused. "Well. That may be useful to you if you become uncomfortable following my commands."

She blushed, "Yes, Sir."

"Now, we should discuss rules."

Talk about an out-of-body experience, or 'anya'. I was watching myself give these commands; watching myself dominate Anya as if, on the one hand it was the most natural thing in the world, yet, on the other hand, knowing I had never done anything like this before.

Anya nodded as if discussing rules were the most natural thing in the world.

"First, as I mentioned before, no underwear."

She nodded.

"Second, do not remove your collar without my explicit permission." I thought through the implications of this and decided to say a little more, "For the most part, I don't imagine requiring that you wear your collar in public—at least for the moment. But, on occasion, especially when we're together, I will expect you to wear it. You must trust me that I'll decide about you wearing your collar."

"Yes, Sir."

"Third, I want you to keep a diary. Tell me of your thoughts and feelings and experiences. I do not require celibacy, and in fact, may require you to be with other people. But there must be no secrets, so you will keep a diary, which I will read whenever I please. Is that clear?"

She nodded again, "Yes, Sir." She seemed to be trying to hide a smirk.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing Sir. Nothing funny. I am excited at the prospect of being yours; I am glad that I chose to submit to you, Sir."

Anya glanced up at me, still smiling—her eyes bright as they caught mine, only fleetingly.

"Good, good. Now I am going to leave you here for a few hours; I'll return later, and expect you to be here. In the meantime, start on your diary—write about a past sexual experience. I will read what you have written on my return. Then perhaps we will go for a walk."

"Yes Sir."

As I stood up, Anya hugged my knees once more and I stroked her hair. "I will see you soon, Anya."

"Good bye, Sir."