* * Sunday * *
No whining about the phone. I just picked up and set it down, never moving off Sheri's shoulder. Yup, I woke up in exactly the same position I had fallen asleep. I smiled and wondered if we'd simply not moved while we slept or just woke up like that by accident. I kissed her neck and hugged her with my right arm. She did that incredibly sexy, sinewy stretchy thing again and purred contentedly as her long, slender limbs gyrated, twisted and turned. Goodness! I was wet, again.
"Go put coffee on and then call down for our breakfast pet." Hmm. All righty then; I got up and did what I was told. When I turned to the bed she were gone. I spun, confused – ah, there you were, on the chaise. I heard Sheri's voice, cold and hard, "Crawl to me, pet, I need to be serviced." What? "
Now!
" I sank to my knees and crawled. I could feel my face turn crimson; my mind raced. I was confused. "Faster; don't keep me waiting." Good god! What had gotten into her? As I approached, Sheri opened her legs. The delicious scent wafted the few feet I had yet to close to reach her. I looked up at her. The greens were brilliant, and hard. What had I done? Sheri reached out a hand, grabbed my hair, yanked me to her sex, and growled, "I want a cum and I want it fast and hard, bitch." My tongue was already at work. I curled it and drove it between her lips. Why was she being so mean to me, especially after the lovely night we had? Sheri mashed my face into her; my nose hit her clit. Sheri ground herself into it as my tongue worked in and out of her pussy. I had no control; I couldn't move my head with her firm grasp.
I was so busy with her it took me a few seconds to realize – I was nearly an open faucet. I felt a few hot drops slide down the inside of my thighs. Gawd! I heard Sheri moan above me. I lapped as her silky essence flowed; god it was fabulous. My face was soaked with her, my nose ached from the grinding pressure and I still gushed a river. I looked over her pubic bone and saw her stomach muscles clench – nearly time. I heard her breathing speed up. A second hand held me in place; Sheri cried out, bucked hard, and it hit her. Her legs went to steel around my ears, I lapped as fast as I could, and I feared she would break my fucking nose. Sheri rode it out – well, actually she rode me while it had hold of her, and she of me. Finally she arched off the couch, gave a loud, harsh cry, and crashed. Her hands fell to her side, her legs slumped, and I bathed her in kisses as she recovered.
I slipped a hand between my legs and into my juices. I let them drag over my clit; I shivered. I dared not let them linger. Whatever had possessed Sheri, I knew better than to risk an orgasm without permission. I brought my fingers to my mouth. I felt her hand in my hair; she lifted my face and slapped me. I cried out. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"
"No Ma'am."
The knock on the door ended that drama – for now. "Answer it." I stood and turned to my closet for a robe. "Answer it as you are!" I spun and stared at Sheri in shock. "Now! I'm hungry." I stared at her in disbelief – and turned to the door. My face was slick with her juices, my hair a wreck, and I was naked. I opened the door, stepping back in a vain attempt at modesty. The middle-aged black man never moved. He stood and gaped. I dropped my eyes and waved him in. He rolled the cart in. I hurried to close the door before anyone passing down the hall peered in. As the cart moved to the table, he turned and saw Sheri lying on the chaise – head up on the arm, one leg on the floor. She never even turned her head or acknowledged his presence. Mute, he quickly set the dishes on the table. I took the bill off the cart and signed it. He nodded his head once, turned, rolled the cart to the door, opened it, and left. It's a hotel. I'm guessing it wasn't the first time he'd seen a naked woman (or man), but it was most certainly my first time. Why are my nipples so hard dammit?
I saw Sheri rise and walk to the table. I sat down and waited for her to join me. She bent down and kissed me, feather soft. I stared up at her – the greens were warm and soft. Whatever had gotten hold of her must have left. I was so glad I nearly cried. She reached down and pinched a nipple – hard. I gasped at the sharp pain of it. Sheri sat down next to me and smiled warmly. I was beyond confused. She poured coffee for both of us, smiled at me, and squeezed my hand.
"We had a lovely night Julia, really wonderful. The club turned out to be a fantastic idea and your friends were so warm and gracious. I loved dancing with you, babe. We have to do more of that, okay?" I nodded. "Your shower idea – oh my lord, it was so sexy. You are a complete bitch. You worked me to a frenzy without giving me relief. I hated you for it and it was absolutely fabulous. You completely destroyed me making love to me. I was so worn out I nearly passed out. I slept like a baby. I honestly don't think I ever moved the whole night." Sheri picked at her food as she spoke. I just sat and stared at her. She turned her head to me, saw my confusion, and moved her hand to my cheek. I shrank back in fear. Sheri's eyes went hard again as the back of her hand slid softly on my cheek. "Do you fear me pet? One little slap?"
I cried. I put my arms on the table, lay my head on them, and sobbed helplessly. Such a beautiful night last night, such a terrifying morning – I was a mess. What tipped it was this: I knew, as I was servicing my lover and as I was being humiliated in my nudity, I was also excited. I continued to cry, as much in frustration and confusion as humiliation. Sheri had to know!! When the aching sobs eased to sniffles I lifted my head and grabbed a napkin to wipe my eyes. I picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. My hand shook so badly I nearly sloshed it on to my lap. I quickly set it down, picked up a fork, and cut a piece of the scrambled egg. I had to eat. I didn't want to look at her for fear I would start crying again. I chewed, ate, and sipped in silence. I knew Sheri was finishing her breakfast and I could feel her eyes on me. She was waiting for me to speak. I dared not – I would start again. I wanted to be alone in the shower. I wanted to go home. I love you!! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just saying that, in my head, started them again. I ate as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I could feel my cheeks go hot as I blushed under Sheri's gaze and through my tears. Was it over this quickly? What had I done?
Her hand reached and covered mine. I set the fork down. I still dared not look at her. I waited. Silence. She waited. I could not speak – my throat was closed and my eyes still leaked. I wanted her to fuck me so badly I ached from the want. I am a 47 year old basket case, crumbling right in front of her. She knew it; she had to. When Sheri spoke, it was softly.
"Your training started this morning pet. I will teach you to be of service to me. When we work, we work. In my presence you are my pet and I am your Ma'am. There's nothing to fear pet, nothing at all. I loathe corporal punishment and those who inflict it on others. They are cowards and bullies. Besides, Julia, I love you. Nothing has changed between us there." The "there" hung in the air like a mortar. I waited for her to explode it. She went on: "You won't look at me? Is there doubt? Do I really love you? Answer me dammit!" Her fingers came to my chin, turned my head, and raised my eyes.
She waited. I cleared my throat. "I love you Sheri. I heard every word. I may need a little time to take all of it in. The shock of the last hour or so has been nearly overwhelming. Then there's the matter of my excitement from it." I shook my head. "I was so excited between your legs I leaked down my leg. As the waiter left I realized that my nipples had hardened. I was humiliated and excited. It's completely foreign to me and I liked it." I shrugged.
Her smile was soft, her eyes warm. "Exactly right – just as I knew you would be. The submissive in you is coming to the fore, blossoming. It will take time and training for it to be what it will. We will grow it together. It will be glorious."
