Obedient Ch 10

"What the fuck are we supposed to do when she wakes up?" I peeked around Hannah's shoulder to check that Sophie was still asleep on the living room floor. She was still exactly where we left her. Thank God. We had moved to the kitchen to have a conversation without disturbing her.

Hannah shrugged. "I think we try a few light commands and hope they work."

"Ok and what if they don't?"

"She'll be pissed. Super mega pissed."

"If it doesn't work, she'll have me strung up by the balls."

"Well, it's Sophie so she would probably have you do it to yourself."

I shut my eyes and groaned. "You aren't helping, Hannah."

Hannah patted my shoulder to reassure me. "Just try to sound commanding, ok?"

Just then I heard Sophie begin to stir. I looked to Hannah for help. Her eyes were wide. She mouthed the words "Good luck!" I glanced back into the living room to find Sophie already getting to her feet.

"Sophie, hang on a second!" I said, my voice cracked betraying my nerves.

She froze instantly. "Guys, what the fuck is going on?" She looked down at her body in disbelief, for the first time in a long time encountering something that wouldn't obey her. "Matthew, you better explain!"

"Sophie, uh," Hannah interjected, "shut up!"

To our shock, Sophie's open mouth clamped shut on the next thing she was going to say. I could see in her eyes that she was furious at this development. Hannah and I shared a look of pleasant surprise. It looked like my balls were safe. For one day, at least.

Hannah walked over to Sophie and leaned in real close. She brushed aside her hair to whisper in her ear for a moment. I saw Sophie's angry expression melt away.

"What are you telling her?" I asked.

Hannah laughed. "Oh, nothing! I think it's time for me to give you guys some privacy, that's all." Then she winked at me before dipping out of the room. I was speechless.

Suddenly, I was in the room alone with Sophie. I apparently had her completely at my mercy. That was definitely going to be a big adjustment. I had to keep reminding myself that she would do whatever I say. Follow my every command. My mind spun with the possibilities. But the way Sophie was looking at me now was making it hard to think clearly. She was moving towards me and pulling off her clothes. Our roles were entirely reversed. Sophie had to obey me now. And yet, I still felt like I was out-matched by her. She looked like she wanted to eat me for lunch. What had Hannah told her?

"Mmm, Master." She purred. "I'm all yours to command."

OK, that cleared things up a bit.

I stammered. I searched for some command to give her but came up blank. Sophie stripped in front of me revealing her sun-kissed skin and delicious curves. She sent all the blood racing to my cock. I swear to God she actually twirled her hair while she waited for a command. My irresistible goddess was throwing herself at me and I had no idea what to do.

She got down on her knees in front of me. That was all the inspiration I needed. "Take my cock out," I told her.

She grinned, "Yes, Master. Thank you." Sophie deftly undid my belt and pulled my cock out of my pants. She was practically drooling at the sight of it.

"Suck my cock, Sophie." She wasted no time sliding her mouth all the way down my length. Tip to hilt, with no hesitation. Yes, my Goddess was a pro.

"You're such a slut for it," I told her. She moaned in response. "Suck me off, you little cockslut."

Somehow she bobbed up and down with even more enthusiasm. I felt myself loosening up, giving in to the fantasy of having Sophie on her knees. "You have no other thoughts, except to take my cock in all your holes. You're just a dumb little cockslut, Sophie." I could see the thoughts behind her eyes evaporate.

She sucked and slurped the whole length of my cock and I lost myself in the pleasure of it. "Mmm gag on it, Sophie," I moaned. The next instant she slid me down her throat as far as she could take it. I looked down and grabbed her hair. Her eyes were welling with tears as my cock triggered her gag reflex. I saw in her eyes the look that I must have had many times. It was a look of complete subservience. She was worshipping my cock and loving it.

After weeks and weeks of denied orgasms and blue balls, I was on a hair trigger. The look Sophie was giving me was only the final straw. All at once I was racing up and over the edge. Sophie was all too happy to slurp up every last drop.

As soon as I was finished Sophie stood and called out to Hannah. I hadn't even had a chance to think about putting my cock away.

"All finished, Mistress!"

I heard Hannah laugh from the other room. She came in to find me zipping up my pants.

"Matt, I know you've been pent up but I thought you'd last at least a minute!"

"That's not really fair... She hadn't let me come for months."

Hannah snickered. "Excuses, excuses..." Then she noticed the glazed, empty look in Sophie's eyes. "What did you tell her, Matthew? I know I left her with instructions to pleasure her Master, but I definitely didn't do this."

Heat rose in my cheeks. "I may have told her she's a mindless slut for my cock."

"Mm," Hannah said, biting her lip, "I like the bimbo look for Sophie, it suits her. If you don't mind, Matt, I have another idea for what we can do with our little slut. It's a surprise. Do you mind if I take her from you for a few minutes?"

"No, that'll give me time to recover."

"Yeah, let's try to pace ourselves, ok, Mr. Thirty Seconds?"

I rolled my eyes as Hannah dragged Sophie upstairs. I wondered what the hell she had in mind.

I made myself comfortable while I waited. They were up there for a while. Finally, Hannah was walking back down the stairs with Sophie in tow. I felt my brain short-circuit when I saw Sophie. She was in a french maid costume with fishnet leggings.

"I couldn't remember if you were more of a schoolgirl-fantasy guy or a french-maid fantasy guy, but judging by the way your eyes popped out of your head when you saw her, I must have guessed correctly."

"Fuck, Hannah," I groaned. Already my cock was stirring back to life for Round 2. I really was going to have to pace myself. But I wasn't feeling patient. Sophie dutifully started picking up clutter around the house and I was trying to decide where I'd like to bend her over.

"So let me introduce you to our new maid, Sophie. She assures me that she is a hard worker and eager to please, so if you have any knobs that need polishing or you need her on her hands and knees to scrub the floors, just say so." Hannah kissed me on the cheek. "And have fun."

"Thanks, Hannah. You're really good at this."

"I know!" she said as she left the room. Then I heard her yell, "Remember to pace yourself!"

"I will!" I called back sarcastically. Sophie bent over revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. "I'll try." I whispered to myself.

In reality, I couldn't keep my hands off her. She just looked too good. Having an opportunity to have Sophie serve as my maid was like a top-tier fantasy for me. I wasn't feeling terribly patient.

"Sophie?" I called.

She dropped what she was doing and turned to face me. "Yes, Master?" she said, clasping her hands behind her back. My gaze drifted down to her chest. It was popping very nicely in the little maid outfit she had on.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. "Come over here."

She eagerly bounced over. "I have something I need your help with." I reached down and started to pull down my pants. My cock flopped out of my underwear. Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips. God, she seemed more excited than I was.

"Bend over, Sophie."

"Yes, Master," she responded, leaning over the arm of the couch. Her voice was a husky moan.

Goddamn. I couldn't wait any longer. I slid my tip up against her pussy. Sophie's breath caught. Then I slid my whole length in one thrust. She was already so wet. I reached down and grabbed her hips.

"Fuck, Sophie!" I groaned. I was beside myself with pleasure. "You feel so good."

"Thank you, Master!"

Any idea of pacing myself or stretching it out went right out the window when I buried my cock to the hilt in her pussy. I completely lost control. I had Sophie bent over the couch, eager to serve me and I made the most of it. I thrust hard and fast until she was gasping in pleasure. Before I knew it I could feel the white, hot pleasure of a second orgasm building inside me. I didn't even try to hold off. I just filled her up with all my pent-up cum.

Afterwards, I was exhausted. I collapsed on the couch. Sophie asked me how she could best serve me now. I was not in a headspace to come up with something. So I just waved her off and told her she could find something to clean. She began to dust surfaces around the room. I could still see my cum dripping down her leg while she cleaned. I thought if I didn't need to give my dick a rest for a while, that probably would have been enough to inspire Round 3.

Later Hannah came down and sat next to me on the couch. We watched Sophie straighten up the house in silence. This whole day had been somewhat surreal. Hannah rested her head on my shoulder.

"You know, I can't believe how hard this is," I said.

Hannah glanced down at my limp cock.

"Not that," I laughed. "I mean, being in charge. Having control over someone. You'd think it would be so easy. Just tell them what to do. But it's so hard to even think about what I would possibly have her do."

Hannah nodded. "Yeah, I had a few ideas for things you would like, but it is harder than Sophie makes it look."

"Thank you for those by the way. They were really good ideas.'

"You're welcome," she beamed at the praise.

"Sophie seems to have this endless supply of punishments and head games to play. I can't even fill up an afternoon with a few fantasies I would like to try."

"And they were mostly my ideas too."

"See? That's what I mean! I don't know how she does it all day every day. I just come up blank. I think Sophie was born to have this power, does that make sense?"

Hannah nodded. "Yeah, I definitely think she went overboard with it, but at the same time I can't think of anyone who deserves to have this power more than she does. I think you're right. If someone has to command total obedience, it makes sense that Declan chose her."

A few moments of companionable silence passed between us. "You know, if we have any ideas to get back at her for the last few months, then now is the time."

"Do you have any punishments you'd like to mete out, Matthew?" Hannah asked with a smirk.

I thought about it. "Maybe I could give her a taste of the denial I've experienced for weeks."

"Alright, let's see it."

"Sophie! Come in here." Sophie came in from the kitchen where she had been doing the dishes.

"On your hands and knees," I commanded and pointed towards the floor in front of our feet.

She complied with a smile. "Sophie, you cannot come without my permission, ok?"

"Yes, Master."

"And another thing," I added, "physical contact from either your Master or your Mistress brings you so much pleasure. With a single touch, we send you right up to the edge of orgasm, but no further."

Sophie nodded from her place on the floor. Ever so slowly I lifted my foot and placed it on Sophie's back. The instant I made contact her breath hitched and she let out a little involuntary moan. I leaned back and rested both feet on her.

Hannah laughed and followed suit. "What a good little footstool," she cooed.

Sophie was clearly already at the limit of what she could take and we had only just started. I'm sure the pleasure was overwhelming. However, she wouldn't be getting a release anytime soon. Already, poor Sophie was practically shaking with the need to come.

"Stay still," I told her. She stopped moving, but I knew she was just as desperate to get off.

Hannah and I stayed like that side-by-side on the couch, denying Sophie her orgasm for so long that we ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. Sophie was gone. Our feet were resting on the floor. Next to us on the couch was a hand-written note from Sophie.