Retrospection

Jon closed his book and lay it on the coffee table in front of him, then glanced across the room. The girl lay on the couch across from him, knees drawn up as she mindlessly read the novel he'd given her. Every once and awhile she squirmed, and he wondered if it was in reaction to a particularly naughty paragraph. The book, after all, was straight out erotica.

He coughed, clearing his throat. A (not so) sly move to gain her attention...

"Bedtime Pet."

It could have been an inquiry...but they both knew it was a command. To his surprise, she didn't even hesitate. She simply rode to her feet and headed for her couch in the lounge.

"No, not there."

He stepped towards her, gently but firmly grasping her shoulder, guiding her to the bedroom.

"Here. With me."

The girl tensed, but made no resistance, obediently walking through the bedroom door. He led her to the bathroom, guiding her to the spacious shower. Then he stepped aside, leaving her standing, awaiting his next command. His cock stirred, unbidden, at her quiet submission.

"Strip Pet."

She did hesitate, but not for long. Turning her back to him, she slipped the large t-shirt over her head, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He considered ordering her to face him, but decided he quite liked the view from this angle.

"Keep going."

No hesitation this time, the shorts joined the puddle on the floor almost immediately. He held back a chuckle as he watched her clench and unclench her fists, clearly debating covering herself--but ultimately her hands stayed demurely at her side like a good little pet. Some of the training he'd dolled out in measured doses inevitably had sunken in despite her active attempts to resist.

He stood behind her as he unbuttoned his shirt, rolling his sleeves up past the elbows. Not a word was spoken, he knew she was nervously anticipating his next move. He didn't touch her, simply stepped aside and reached into the shower. He waited until the temperature was perfect, then adjusted a couple of the many shower heads accordingly.

"Step in Pet. Careful, don't slip."

She tried to turn away again, but the position put the spray of the shower-heads directly in her face.

"No, little one. Face me."

She did as he commanded, glancing nervously at him. For the first time he could see the trepidation in her eyes. He grinned, unconsciously, but she noticed; closing her eyes she took a deep breath, centering herself.

He crossed the room to the counter and grabbed a bottle of body wash. Returning to the shower, he reached for her hand. Water dripped onto his own arm as he pressed down on the pump.

"Wash your arms."

She held his gaze as she obediently ran the soap down one arm, and then the other, the bubbles tickling her skin.

"Reach up, rinse them off."

Eyes still locked on his, she obeyed his command, reaching high into the air and allowing the water to wash the suds away.

He held out the soap and, unprompted, she reached out a hand. He made sure her gaze was once again locked on his before barking out the next command.

"Wash your breasts Pet."

Her glance slipped away from his own, and he wondered if she would falter. Another deep breath, and her hands reached towards her breasts, unwavering.

"Softly pet. Slowly. Circle your nipples. Mmhmm...just like that little one. Good girl," he purred.

"Now pinch them."

Her eyes widened, surprised at the request, but she didn't resist. Her thumb and index fingers grasped both nipples submissively.

"Good girl. Harder pet."

Her eyes closed; he didn't object, as she was already acting to follow his order. A whimper escaped her lips, but she didn't release her grasp until he permitted it.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she obeyed his every command. Fully compliant now, she trailed her hands down her ribs, toward her thighs. Accepting more soap, she obediently washed her legs, then her feet. There was no more resistance now, simply resignation, or perhaps even something more along the lines of ambivalent curiosity.

"Trail them up, pet. Just the fingertips. Yes, that's right, such a good girl. You know where I want them."

A slight blush crossed her cheeks, possibly from the heat of the water--but he didn't think so. For all she had been through, she still was quite the innocent.

"Stroke those pretty little lips sweet girl. Just one finger. Mmhmm...just like so."

Her finger continued up and down, even when his murmured whispers halted. He gave her ample time to loose herself in the sensations before continuing.

"You're wet sweetheart, don't you feel it?"

He was making a presumption, the water trailing down her body from multiple directions wiped away any evidence of arousal, but it was a safe bet. Her slight nod was almost imperceptible.

"Where's that sweet little clit pet? Can you find it for me?"

The sharp intake of breath and a whimper let him know exactly when she'd found what she was seeking at his demand.

"Circle it pet. Softly now. Don't get too excited...yet."

For a moment the girl froze; he wondered if she'd gone as far as she was willing. But the moment didn't last. She teased herself as he gently prodded her onward. First gentle circles, then a finger slipping inside...and another.

"Sit down on the bench, little one. Just like that. There now, spread those legs nice and wide."

As soon as she was safely seated he adjusted the shower heads, directing the water to spray on her chest and stomach. He grasped the hand-held sprayer in his hand and leaned in towards her, headless of the water as it soaked his own clothing.

"Spread your sweet little pussy lips, pet. Hold them open for me."

She reached downwards to comply with his firm command.

"Open. Your. Eyes."

There was a warning in his voice. They were far past the point where he would be ignored, and she knew it. Wide eyed, she desperately sought out his gaze.

In that moment he started the stream of warm water full strength, very carefully and intentionally directed at her most sensitive spot, left achingly vulnerable by her own outstretched hands. Her response to the impact was instantaneous. She lost all thought of maintaining her gaze as she drowned herself in the overwhelming sensations.

She leaned back, allowing the shower wall to fully support her weight, as he set the sprayer aside and turned off the other shower heads. He grabbed a luxurious, fluffy towel and stepped into the shower, wrapping the linen around her and scooping her into his arms. Walking into the bedroom he gently sat her on the edge of his bed and toweled her body dry from top to bottom.

There was no resistance as he wrapped a blanket around her and tucked her into his bed. Nor was there any objections as he yanked off his wet shirt, kicked off his pants and lay down next to her in nothing more than his boxers. The blankets between them implied barriers, boundaries that neither would cross.

But those boundaries were pretty damn thin.

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Her head was spinning, her heart pounding and the throbbing in her loins had yet to ease up. She was lost in thought, both confused and content in the same moment. She found the unfamiliar dissonance slightly alarming.

Her previous experiences had left little room for either. Confusion provoked questioning in the past...questioning that inevitably led to swift and painful consequences. Better to learn quickly to respond instantly to a command, no hesitation, no questions, simply blind and unalterable obedience and--for the outside world--an impenetrable mask. There was no room for doubt, she had always known her role as a sexual plaything was to ensure the pleasure of her user and then to ensure her own protection through her lies and evasion.

Contentment was even more unfamiliar...no, the truth is that particular sensation was utterly and completely new. In a world where surviving met submitting, allowing yourself the luxury to appreciate the moment was an impossibility. From childhood her brain had been primed for hyper vigilance and instant adaptation. Unworried tranquility was non-existing.

No...this sensation was new, and not unwelcome. That, perhaps, was more disconcerting than anything else. Her current Master had done something no one before him ever had...he had acted to bring her pleasure with no attempt to achieve his own release. Indeed, not once had he used her for his own gratification. That was completely unheard of. She had no idea what she was to do next.

She lay still for what seemed like hours, loosely spooned against his form with the blankets between them. Forcing herself to slow her breath, she inhaled deeply through her mouth and exhaled through her nose. She waited for him to act, to give further directions. She was a good girl, she could obey directions when she needed to. Maybe she could obey for him. Maybe he could be trusted. But he simply lay there next to her, his own breath even; she felt the slight tickle of his own exhale on the back of her neck.

Testing, she pushed back against him. His breathing remained stable; not even a slight indication he noticed her movement. More emboldened now, she pushed further into his still body. The blankets prevented any direct contact between their bodies, but after a moment she pushed her head back to rest on his chest. Still no reaction.

She allowed herself to simply stay there, body pushed back against his with the blankets bunched up between them, her head resting on his naked chest, inhaling and exhaling, breathing in tandem. This was strange. But it wasn't frightening, simply new. She would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the experiment.

She let her eyes drift closed, allowing her heartbeat to slow. As the adrenaline seeped out of her system she was hit suddenly with a wave of exhaustion. Ultimately, she stopped fighting and gave in to the need to sleep.

Only then did he slip an arm over her body and allow himself to drift off as well.

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*The girl whimpered under him as he pounded into her. She'd likely be begging for more, if it wasn't for the penis gag shoved down her throat. He wrapped one hand around her throat, slapping her teasingly on the cheek with the other. He waited until her eyes were on him before increasing his thrusts, mercilessly driving his cock deeper into her warm depths.

They came together and he pulled out promptly. Releasing the gag, he waited for her expression of gratitude. After untying her wrists he pulled her off the bed, smacking her ass with his hand before sending her from the room.

She was the sixth he had trained, or was it seventh? After awhile he lost count. He would bend them to his will, demand their willing submission, train them to respond to his commands. Then he would send them on--back to their boyfriends, their pimp, or cut them loose altogether to seek out their own master. This one was well broken in, it wouldn't be long until she moved on as well.

She knew the rules. They all did. He would fuck them ruthlessly in his own bed, their shared fluids soiling his sheets. But when they were finished it was off to the guest room or the dog bed in the basement, whichever they preferred.

Not one ever shared his bed. No one.*