The Legend of Lapis

A story does not sleep. You have heard a thousand, maybe more. Novels, rumors, legends and anecdotes, you may think you have forgotten them, but they merely hide in the abandoned corridors of your mnemonic palace. A story lingers there, it's sensors spread across the perimeter of your awareness, listening, watching, sensing every nuance you experience. It waits for the spark, the trigger to recollection. Like a pollen particle in the desert, on a stubborn race toward the improbable rain. Patient enough, and the spark will come.

I am a story, and you will read, and probably think you forget. But I will linger, and listen. And one day I will bloom in your mind, explode in a swirl of connotations and connectors, reasons and references. Then, and only then, will you truly know why you read me.

I am the story of Lapis, who conquered lions, and Monia who conquered Lapis, and Tesla, who taught them both new truths. I am old, older than the tales of kings and prophets that have shaped the world of men, older than most tales of gods and monsters, although I am a tale of gods and monsters too, in a way. Most old tales are, one way or the other. I am so old, that words of wanton, the magic of lust and the power of flesh had not yet been stained with shame. So bear with me, although concepts might seem alien, I can assure you that they are more familiar than you have been lead to believe.

I begin on the plains, in the thigh high dry grass. Sun crazy mosquitoes hovered in columns over grazing small game in the distance. Sun weary seedling pods vibrated with life like they only do once every year, threatened to burst into a riot of color at the most gentle touch. There was not a sound, but the faint rustle of termites on the ground. The air was perfectly still, and so was Lapis. The only thing moving was his heart, beating on a stealth pulse. His shoulders gleamed with faint drops of sweat, and strands of hair clung to his neck. His back was straight, his head scouting, but his legs were strained, kneeling in the hunter's stance with one closed fist in the dirt and one closed around the spear. His eyes were fixed on a huddling shape fifty steps ahead, and his lips were fixed in a daunting smile. The lion was his. It just didn't know it yet.

Lapis was the finest hunter in his tribe for five generations, and the finest alive in any tribe that shared the plains. By the age of thirteen, he was lighter in his steps than any woman scout. By the age of seventeen, he was faster and stronger than any grown man. And as a grown man, he towered above all other. Not in stature, although he was a tall man, but in the minds of his peers. He knew the trail of beasts like no other and the mind of the lions better than the lions themselves.

Not only was he the most skilled and revered of hunters, he was also the most beautiful of men. There is no other word that would do him justice. His cobalt blue eyes, seldom seen among the black ones of most tribesmen, could capture anybody in the middle of a thought and not let go. His strong body always in perfect balance, his smile and wit always winning. Countless were the women who had dreamed of his skin on their lips, his strong hands on their breasts, his hips against their thighs and his cock inside of them, who wished they had not been so hasty to settle for other men. Countless were the older ones who wished they had been born one or two generations later. Countless were the hopeful maidens, the brash and beautiful unbetrothed, who tried to lure him into their arms, bodies and lives.

But Lapis was not to be trapped like that. He only gave in to a woman when he was sure her motive was pleasure for the night, and not a father for her children. And therefore, it was only a select few that he shared his body with. They were hunting women, fast and agile scouts of neighboring tribes, who had no time yet for mating and motherhood. They were brave, proud and strong, they knew where to draw the line, and had sense enough to spill his seed outside of their wombs.

No, Lapis' true lover was the plains, the hunt he had honed to perfection. Only a hunter could truly understand that, so it was only with hunters, in accidental encounters on the plains, that he gave in to the animal inside and let lust take over. The stories of writhing shapes under the stars, of his touch and taste, the sensation of his cock between thighs and tongue between lips became bushfire rumors spread by giggle and bragging from proud scouts to envious friends all over the plains.

Lapis was no fool, and he knew of his reputation. It would come in handy when his feet were one day too tired to hunt. When he wanted to find a strong and sensible mate to mother his children, there would be plenty of options. He was thankful to the gods for this grace, but right there and right then, it didn't matter much. The lions did not care about the strength of a man's seed, only the sharpness of his spear.

He glanced up from where he sat in the grass, at the polished flint tip tied to the fresh sapling rod that was his weapon. It was his own design, lighter and less deadly than most hunters' spears, but with a better range. And not only good for throwing at a fleeing prey, but for swinging, slashing and hitting, in close combat with an attacking one. This tells us that Lapis had an agile mind, well suited for thoughts and solutions that didn't follow tradition and the habit of the elders. Just the fact that he hunted without a scout, that he was his own eyes and ears, was unheard of. But as it turned out, there were still many barriers to knock down, and Monia was good at both finding and destroying them. 

I'm getting ahead of myself. Forgive me, it's been a while since I was told. We are still in the sea of grass, with a hunter and a lion. A lion that had finally settled, stretched out and gone to sleep. Lapis saw the back of the beast heave rhythmically, and knew it was time. Lions were, and are still, fierce creatures, but also vulnerable. They sleep long hours in the basking midday sun. Always cautiously, and always with one eye open. One eye was all that Lapis needed though. It was enough to sneak close for the strike. He had done this hundreds of times, always with the same result. A silent approach, a swift stab in the neck, and the mighty animal would shudder and die within three heartbeats.

But not this time. As Lapis stood up and began treading lightly towards the lion, he noticed that it was not alone. He had not seen the other shape on the ground from his crouched down position in the grass, but beside the beast lied a woman. At least it resembled a woman, it had the shape and size of one, and Lapis had never heard of animals using weaves and string. The woman had a piece of cloth tied around her waist, and her hair was tied up behind her neck. The hue of her skin was very strange though, much paler than Lapis had ever seen, more like sun burnt grass than his own dark bark tone. And her hair was brighter too, and also straight, where the plain-people's hair was curly. 

But no, she was definitely a woman. The smooth, round form of her hips and waist, the mounds of her breasts and large nipples and the graceful curve of her neck spoke to Lapis in the same way that woman has spoken to man since the dawn of time, since long before the age of words. Lapis stopped in his tracks, unsure what to do next. Should he kill the lion, and hope that he didn't wake up the woman before the animal? If he did, her stirring would unsettle the lion, and cause it to run away. And what was she doing there anyway? Was she hurt? Caught by the beast to eat her later? Was she already dead? No, she breathed, just like the lion, and seemed to be in no pain.

He didn't have to waver long though. Before he could contemplate further, and take another step, the woman spoke. Her eyes were still closed, and her voice was soft and gentle, but in the absence of wind, he could hear her clearly.

"Hunter," she said. "Please lower your spear. She is mine."

Her speech was familiar, and Lapis understood every word, but there were differences in how they were spoken. Closer to the teeth, lisping, more like a snake. Not much, but enough to be noticed. The woman opened her eyes and looked straight at Lapis. Her eyes were blue, just like his. He had only met a few blue eyed men before. It was a trait that would sometimes be inherited from father or grandfather, but only among men. He'd never seen blue eyes on a woman before, and the unwavering gaze they gave him made him lower his spear and relax his striking stance.

"Don't worry about her," the woman said, as Lapis' eyes darted from her to the lion and back, "She will not attack, unless I ask her."

"I'm not afraid of her," Lapis said.

"Of course you're not. You're a hunter. And a good one it seems, by your walk and your body. A smart one too, by the look of your spear. But you will not have this lion, or any of her pack. They are mine."

Lapis was confused. The hunt was clearly over. The lion was awake, and eyeing him cautiously. Not hostile, not crouched to attack. Just wary, prepared. No hunter, not even Lapis, could attack a lion that looked him straight in the eye. And this woman sat there peacefully beside the beast, seemingly unafraid. "She is mine", she had said. Did she claim the kill? But how would she kill it? She was a woman, and the lion was wide-awake.

"Who are you?" Lapis asked.

"I am Monia," she said. "And you, you are Lapis."

Yet a surprise. "How come you know my name?"

"My people trade with the hunting tribes closest to our land. Some of the women told me stories of Lapis, the master hunter with the blue eyes. Very interesting stories."

She said the last words with a telling smile, and her eyes wandered down his body and up again. Lapis shifted uneasily where he stood. He did not mind being appreciated by a woman, especially not one as striking as this one, but this was not the time or place for indulging in mating games. There were too many questions, too much that didn't make sense. Who was she, what was she? A human? Something else? A god? She might be. After all, there she sat, exposed to a lion, and stroke it's ears, gently, fondly. The lion did nothing, lowered its head to its paws and rested. 

"Your people," he asked. "Do they look like you?"

Monia smiled and spread her arms. "Do you mean if we are all this color? Yes. We have lived in the shade of the woods and the mountains for many generations. It's the sun that gives you color."

"I have never heard of a people in the mountains"

"And yet, here we are. My father used to say that some of you try to forget us. That your elders don't speak about us. There were fights, you see. You killed our lions, so some of us killed your hunters. We have peace with the nearby tribes now, but the faraway tribes seems to pretend that we don't exist."

"Your father..." Lapis began.

"He is with the winds now," Monia said. "He died a long time ago."

"With the winds?"

"Where you go when you die," she said, as if that was common knowledge.

"No," Lapis said. "You go to the dirt when you die."

She said nothing for a while and gave him a curious look. A little amused, a little annoyed. A little... something else that he couldn't place.

"Maybe you do, but we don't." she finally said.

There was no point in arguing. And there were other things on Lapis' mind anyway. "You are a long way from home," he said.

"No, blue eyes," she replied, again with the same confidence. "You are."

With this, Lapis finally took his eyes off the beast he had pursued for several days, and took a good look at his surroundings. Behind his back, the vast stretch of the plains spread until there was only grass and the odd tree sprinkled across the horizon. But ahead of him, it gave way to a whole new sight. A towering massive of rock that stretched all the way to heaven, lined with dense, lush forest and stretching so far up that it disappeared into nothingness. He had seen the mountains before. On dry days, they could be seen in the distance if you stood on the low hills or climbed a high tree in the plains. Vague shadows on the horizon. But up close, the vision was breathtaking. It looked almost as if it was leaning out over him.

He realized what must have happened. He had been too focused on the hunt and the prey that he didn't notice the scenery changing. This was not unusual. In fact, that was one of the things that lead him to such hunting success. He never took his eyes off the game, not for a moment. Not until it fell asleep, and was safely dead.

But lions wandered in circles, so he never ended up very far from home. A hunt could take several days, but to drag home the prey was never more than half a day's work. This lion had done what no lion before it had. It had walked a straight line, from Lapis' hunting grounds and out to the rim of the plains. To this woman. To lie down beside her. To be petted? To lower it's head... in respect? Maybe she was a god after all.

Monia stood up. The lion looked at her with a questioning gaze. So did Lapis.

"Come, blue eyes. You must be hungry. I'm sorry your hunt amounted to nothing; I can't help you there. But you will need food and rest if you want to make it back to your people. Come, be my guest."

Monia leaned over and whispered something to the lion, which stood up and trotted away out towards the plain. Lapis stared at it, dumbstruck, as it became a smaller and smaller shape in the distance. The pale woman, this Monia, had talked to a lion. She had commanded it to go away. She had given orders... to a lion. Monia gave him a brief nod to follow her, and walked away towards the mountains. The mass of the hills still worried Lapis, but now he had no choice. He would follow the beautiful woman with the amazing powers all the way to the sky, if that was her choice.

The walk ended much earlier than that though, at the lower edge of the dense forest that crept up the hillside. A short line of clay huts and tents of a crude weave that Lapis could not identify, just under the first row of trees, formed a small village. He followed the woman, and his eyes couldn't decide if they would marvel over the strangeness of the scenery or the allure of her strange, but mesmerizing, dust pale skin. A few people, older women and children mostly, were scattered in the open field in front of the huts. They gave him a curious look as he passed by, but soon returned to their own interests.

It made sense, Lapis realized. They had seen dark men like him before. He was the only one with virgin eyes here, the only one seeing alien sights. He was the true child among elders. And still, not a child. A child would not look at the arms, shoulders, back and hips of its guide like he did, and wonder how they would feel under his hands. He looked at her as a man, longing to run his tongue along the inside of her thighs, to graze his teeth on her neck and to thrust his manhood inside of her. His own thoughts caught him by surprise. What was he thinking? He was a hunter, and a hunter must always be able to set urges of flesh aside. He had to remind himself that he was still on a hunt. The prey was an unusual one, but a prey nonetheless. He hunted truths among confusion. He new nothing of that kind of hunt, but he had to try.

He had to try.

It was no use. His wits were gone. His discipline, the rhythm of the stalk, the grip of the spear, the stealth breath, all failed him, and his eyes kept drifting back to the beauty of Monia's back and the alluring movement under her waistcloth.

Her hut stood at the far end of the column, a low, clay red circular wall with a grayened hide roof. It was lower than a man, but build over a hole in the ground, so inside Lapis found that he could still stand up comfortably. Monia pulled a dense weave over the entrance, sealing the hut to the outside.

"We will not be bothered," she said. "I am the whisperer. They leave me alone."

Lapis didn't know what to say to that. There was hunger in the strange woman's eyes, a hunger that spoke directly to the animal in him. He could feel it stirring, moving in his loins. At the same time he wondered; what did she just say?

"And you want to ask; what is a whisperer? You also want to ask what I said to the lion? Am I right?"

He nodded. What else could he do?

"I can see why you find it strange. To you, a lion is food. To us a lion brings food. You hunt them. They hunt for us."

"But how? What is this? Magic?"

She laughed and stepped closer. "No such thing. They are part of the village. We take their young and raise them as our own."

"As people?"

"Oh no, as lions. But we let them know what is right and wrong. How did your mother raise you? By telling right from wrong. Reward when you did good and punish when you did bad. You can raise a beast the same way. Teach them words, even. I told the lion to hunt. She will bring back food to the village when she returns. We keep her babies safe while she hunts. She knows this, that's why she shares her meat with us."

The clouds of confusion slowly parted from Lapis' mind. It was no act of gods, no strange magic. Only trickery. He understood trickery. But another trickery was taking place, one that he had no defenses left against. The oldest trickery there is, of glances, smiles and soft promises. Monia stepped even closer. He could feel her breath on his face, her fingertips pressed softly against his chest, and he knew where this was headed. The hunter was gone, and the mere man was all that was left. A mere man defenseless against this kind of attack.

"Enough about lions," Monia said. "You are my guest. A man welcome in my home is a man welcome to all I can offer. Food, drink, healing, song and pleasure. I want to know if the stories are true, if those scouts were telling truths or tall tales about Lapis, the beautiful, blue eyed man of the night. I need a strong man, and our men are weak. They are sensible, but weak. I haven't had a hunter in my bed for a long time. Will you take me, blue eyes, my guest?"

Lapis said nothing. He was not a man of words, but he knew what actions spoke volumes. He firmly gripped Monia's wrists and pulled her hands down to her sides, and then behind her back. He pulled her body close to his, her breasts pushing against his torso and his erection grinding into her loins. The fire in her eyes and wide, inviting grin, hunger, joy and ecstasy all in one, told him all he needed to know. The hunt was over, truth was his, and he could give in to the burning need that had been pushed aside for days. Yes, the hunt was over. But who was the prey? Did it matter?

"I've never seen a woman like you," he whispered.

"I've never seen a man like you," she murmured back.

They spoke of nothing else, but merged with a kiss, with teeth clinging to lips, tongues sliding against each other. With arms wrapped tight around aching bodies, with cloth torn and string untied in haste, with teeth teasing shivers from earlobes and necks. With tongues licking dust off shoulders, arms and necks, with lips sucking sighs from nipples and salt from fingers.

Monia was strong in head and strong in body, and the softened men of her own tribe, builders, gatherers and thinkers, could no longer satisfy her. But here was a man who knew how to respond to fearless strength. It was as natural to him as breathing, and he matched her moves with his own, a dance between power and power. He wrestled her onto the floor, laid down on top of her, and she laughed up at him, kissed his lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. His hard erection was pressed between their bodies, and as they broke the kiss and gasped for air, Monia thrust her crotch up against it, and Lapis responded with a groan.

He stood up on his knees and looked down on the wonder. The grass pale woman who had astounded him, spellbound him, was now spread, open for his taking, urging him on with hungry eyes. He lifted her ass from the dirt floor and eased the tip of his cock into her hole. Then a firm grip around her waist, and a deep thrust blew away the last remaining distance between them. Her eyes shut tight and she threw her head back in a silent scream at the first, forceful invasion. But as he began to withdraw and pump into her with a heavy, steady rhythm, she raised her body, wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked her burning gaze to his. The hunter and the whisperer were gone. This was animal to animal, hunger to hunger, a breeding frenzy long since robbed of conscious thought. Lapis pulled Monia's body to his once more, buried his face in her neck and impaled her as deep as he possibly could with a final spearing. He emptied his white, hot seed deep into her, and she screamed out as her own body shuddered in climax from the sensation.

After an eternity of breaths, one by one slowing their hearts to resting pace, they sunk down to the floor, shared a long look, and finally parted. Lapis' shaft was coated with the evidence of a line crossed, a hunter's caution thrown aside, and Monia wrapped a hand around its slippery surface.

"What more can I do for you, my guest?" she asked.

He replied with a smile that said as clear as words what he wanted.

When they finally emerged from the hut, soaked in sweat and laughter, the sun was setting, and the tiger had returned from her hunt with a deer that the villagers were busy cutting slabs of meat from. Parts were already roasting over an open fire in the clearing. The lion and her cubs were feasting happily on entrails and fat from the animal's belly.

"See how it works out?" Monia said. "She's back, her children are safe and everybody gets fed. You live a strange way, you people of the plains. You hunt and eat another hunter. Why? Their meat is tough, and they are of better use as friends than foes."

"But that is why we're strong. We kill the strong and eat them."

"I don't think that is why. You are strong because you hunt. It doesn't matter if you're hunting a lion or a deer. The lions are strong, but what do they hunt? Not other lions."

He thought about that. "Maybe you're right. Or maybe not. I have no head to ponder that with right now, because my belly is making too much noise. And besides, what I think about that doesn't matter tonight. There are no lions for me to hunt on your grounds."

"But there's fresh meat and fruit to feast on, blue eyes," Monia said and lead him to the fire, where men, women and children had gathered. "You are still my guest. Today, tomorrow and for as long as you care to stay. And I think that what you want more than anything is to remedy that hunger, is it not?"

He nodded in agreement and they sat down on the ground in the warm light. The fire sparkled and crackled, and the fat from the meat sizzled as it dripped onto the glowing trunks. He was no longer a stranger to the villagers, and part from the odd, curious look from the children, nobody made a big affair of his presence. He was the whisperer's guest, and it seemed like that was all the explanation they needed. Someone raised his voice in a song, and children were running round the outer edge of the lit circle, chasing one another and squealing with laughter. It was a scene so close to where he came from, several days away, that Lapis for a moment forgot just where he was. Only the smell from the meat was different. Sweeter, less earthy.

The sated sensation of being spent, and smelling his own body on the woman next to him in that homely setting, that was new too. It was the privilege of the settled. To consummate each other's bodies to the fullest, to breed as it pleased them and sit down by the fire to feast on what the hunters brought home. He wouldn't leave tomorrow. He knew that already. Maybe he had already fathered a child in the pale beauty's belly. But that is another story, to be told somewhere else. I leave them as I leave you there, by the fire, in a short while.

No, he'd stay because she had looked into his mind and made walls crumble. And the things he had seen with his newfound horizons were too wondrous to leave behind. Maybe he'd never scour the plains with spear in hand again. That didn't matter. This was a whole new hunt, one that could last a lifetime.

"Does she have a name?" he asked suddenly.

This time it was Monia's turn to be perplexed. She looked at him with her big, cobalt blue eyes into his almost identical.

"What? Who?"

"The lion."

"She's a lion," Monia said. "They don't have names."

"But she's more than a lion, isn't she? She's your companion, a part of the village, a friend. What kind of a friend is nameless?"

Monia stared at him with a fascinated look. The flames from the fireplace danced in her eyes, and a small smile spread into a wide, happy one.

"I have a name for her. I have kept it under my breath, because I feared I had lost my mind. Because who would name an animal? But you showed me that it's not crazy after all. I call her Tesla. It was my mother's name, but I give it to her now."

"It's a good name," Lapis said and put an arm around her shoulder.

Minutes later, the tender meat was cooked, cut and served with sweet fruit and spicy roots. And for a while, all thoughts of lions, mountains, scouts, pale skin, blue eyes, sapling spears and seed in a womb were shoved aside. One urge at the time. That was more than enough. 

And so I come to an end, to stay here for a while, to be forgotten soon. But I'm a story, and I will hide and listen. One day you will recall, rediscover me in my true form, and see me for what I really am. No words, no names, no places and things. But until then, I hope I amused you for the time being. That is also a worthy purpose.

Forget me now, remember me later.

Syn

Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I knew I had changed. The memories of being a different person were so faint and vague that holding on to them seems so impossible. Delicate as a soap bubble, illusive as a beautiful dream that starts to fade the moment of wakefulness, I can never fully recall who I was before I came to serve Him.

Soft snoring reverberates through the room, and gives my soul a sense of comfort. His snoring, his rest and rejuvenation. It is His time to dream, but not mine; my whole life has become somewhere between dream and the twilight of wakefulness. When He is home, I serve Him regardless of if He is conscious or not. It's bliss to touch my Master and bring Him comfort, and He has been kind enough to let me do that all night.

When He is home and He doesn't have a lady caller, I am to lay by his feet and gently trail my fingers over His soft skin. I am to keep my feet up by his head, so that I can touch more of his body. Sometimes He has me caress His balls for hours, or His feet and legs, and other times His cock. I am to service Him only if He grabs my hair and uses my throat like the human Fleshlight I am. It isn't my place to take Him into my mouth without a direct order, and I am not to use my tongue either. Just slow, gentle touches to help Him sleep unless otherwise instructed.

Tonight He has instructed me not to use my tongue, although I so desire to. A need to lick and suck was trained into me, so at night He has me gagged with a small dildo. I want to lick His feet and hear His pleasure, I yearn to be a dirty slut and bring him satisfaction. Little soap bubbles of thought tell me it's not normal to only care about someone else's desires, but that seems like such a strange concept. Only His pleasure matters, His orders should be my only thoughts. Slut pets like me don't have independent needs, only people have needs. I am not a person, I am a pet.

The fragile soap bubble of thought burst when Master groaned a small grunt of approval, and all connection to the past vanished. My reality shifted and became clear, all that exists for me is my Master. So badly I want to lick Him, it's driving me wild. In the past He's allowed me to use my tongue, softly lapping at His feet while He slept. He enjoys my torment, it brings Him amusement to see me writhe and be brought to new levels of humiliation from edging. The slight chance of increasing His happiness makes my cunt pulse, and wetness grow between my legs. I suck on the dildo in my mouth with more intensity.

Although I am forbidden to cum without permission, edging is for good pets. And I desire to be a good pet, the best pet. It would be so tempting to hump my cunt on his knee, so debasing and perhaps it would please him. He's never told me if I could, and His disapproval would hurt so deeply. Better not to risk it. With one hand I rub my clit, the other I gently caress his balls. It's humiliating, being reduced to a horny slut edging myself and touching a half asleep person, but the possibility that He might like it is too alluring.

The air under the blankets is stuffy and hot, but He prefers when I stay covered from sight. I continue for countless hours, edging myself and stopping only to run my fingers over him with both hands. A long time ago, I learned he quickly wakes of my touches stop for any length of time. *How long ago was it? How long have I been like this?* The thought comes and goes so quickly, I can't hold onto it. Other pressing matters are more important, like making sure my nails trail over His balls.

Hours pass, hours that feel like days of the inky darkness under the covers. My stomach yells at me for food, and my abs are sore from edging. None of that matters though, the discomfort feels delicious. Discomfort might mean my Master will be pleased. My cunt is sore and so wet, and I want release so badly. I did this to myself, at the slight chance it might please him, it's completely my fault and I feel foolish for that.

The sound of his alarm chimes. Most mornings He has me crawl between His legs to pleasure His cock and balls with my tongue, so I position myself to do just that. I'm so excited to finally use my tongue on him, and hear more noises of appreciation. My small frame fits perfectly between His legs, even more so after He started to control my diet and exercise. Dumb pets can't be allowed to take care of themselves, after all.

"Morning, pig." His voice cracks over the silence of the room. I'm so glad to hear His voice, the only interaction I've had for eight hours. "Ready for breakfast?" With the gag in my mouth, I can only make a small pleading whimper. "You've been such a good girl, I think I'll even let you use your throat interested of making you lick my cum up after I jerk it. Would you like that slut?" I whimper louder, more enthusiastically.

In front of my face I see his hand move to his cock, pumping it a few times. I want to be the one bringing Him pleasure, but know it's not my place. For the moment I can only watch in disappointment. Thankfully, He stops and undoes my gag, slowly pulling it out of my mouth with an audible pop. My tongue free, I dive at His cock with wreckless abandon. It's a treat to feel His hardness down any hole, and after edging for hours it felt even better.

"Dumb little slut. Probably thought edging was your idea. Such a corruptible little mind you have, so easily influenced. You don't even remember your last session when Master told you what to do, do you?" Strong hands wrapped around me, one around my neck and one gripped my hair. He didn't let me reply, only kept me in place while His hips slammed up into my throat. I placidly let Him use me, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. Being face fucked was one of my favorite hobbies, because Master seemed to like it so much.

Of course I hadn't thought of edging while He was asleep, I was so stupid for believing I had a real thought of my own. Master gave me all the thoughts I ever needed, and I never should make my own. Especially when I had His cock powering down my throat, making me want to cough and breathe. Master decides when I breathe, not me.

Right now, Master didn't want me to breathe are all. My throat bulged and spasmed asHeforced my head down, his hard thick cock lodged deep inside of me. I tried to breathe through my nose but my airway was blocked, and tears streamed down my face. Agony swept over me, panic inducing, sharp needles and desperate desire for air and survival. But my desperate desire to please him was greater, so I made no move to stop him. Finally, He let me up to breathe and to slap my face hard. As I gasped for air, hard stinging slaps pelted my face again and again. Each one made my pussy twitch harder in excitement and desire.

"Little pig. You were so good, obeyed my orders. I'll reward your throat for that. But dumb little cunt really thought you came up with that all on your own, didn't you?" I nodded mutely, putting my mouth to use by lapping at His balls. "Stupid girl. I'll have to punish you for that. You should know better." I was scared to speak, and continued licking. Maybe He wouldn't punish me as severely if I licked His ass, so I lowered my mouth.

As my tongue traced the edges of his ass cheeks, He continued. "I'll give you a choice, pig. Either you swallow my cum for breakfast, or you can have real food. You don't get both this morning, only obedient sluts get two breakfasts. What will it be, slut?"

"Your cum, Master." I reply without any hesitation or debate, His pleasure is always more important than anything I might experience.

"Good girl. Good little slut." His praise makes me feel warm, good, valid. Both hands wrap in my hair, and he guides my head down and up with no regard for me. A strange sound of suction and wetness fills the room as he uses my throat like a pussy. "Good fucking little Fleshlight. Always knows her place because she listens to Master." His cock rams in and out of me, silky and hard all at the same time. I'm somehow even more excited that He can't even see me under the covers, I'm just an object for His use. I feel His cock head pop in and out of my throat and I'm delighted thinking of how good it must feel for Him.

I feel one hand move away, and hear Him grab His phone. Sounds of porn join the sound of Him fucking my face, my throat is just an accessory for Him to get off. Something is more interesting on His phone, I guess my dumb slut throat isn't enough after cumming in me so often. His breathing intensifies, and He pulls me off of His cock with a little tap on the back of my head. That means I'm to lick Him, which I do eagerly. My neglected cunt twitches and throbs for attention, but I know better than to touch it without an order.

Instead I focus all of my efforts on licking Him, from the tip of His cock head to His balls to His asshole. Eventually I'm rewarded with a few grunts of acknowledgement, and a hand in my hair guiding my throat up and down His hardness again.

My Master has always had amazing stamina, my throat took quite a beating until He finally held my head down to have a load pumped into my belly. I swallowed each pulse of cum, it was precious and I had no idea when I would have something else to eat.

He gave a satisfied sigh, and let Himself breathe for a few moments before getting up. I followed after him, placing little kisses on his ass. He grabbed my hair, and forced a bigger dildo down my throat than my bed time dildo. This was followed by the gag that kept it in place. Some days he let me roam the house and clean, but it seemed like this was not one of those days.

A rough hand grabbed me by my hair and let me to my cage, complete with a sleeping mat and a water bottle designed for pets. I crawled inside, ready to finally sleep. My Master shut it behind me.

"Put your hands out of the cage, slut." I complied, and was surprised to find them handcuffed. "No fucking cumming. But you'll be an extra good girl if you hump your pillow."

With that, he turned off the lights and left the room. I was left in darkness, grinding against my pillow until sleep finally took me.

Agitator

He leads me on unsteady legs from the bedroom into the soft candlelight of the bathroom, the water is already running and at a relaxingly warm temperature. My heart is still thudding in my chest after what I've just let him do to me. I can feel the warmth on my arse cheeks from his hand spanking me for the first time. I can feel the ghost sensation of the ropes encircling my wrists and forearms as his hand collided with my flesh. I can feel the frustration of my own desire to reach down and run my hands through his hair as his fingers played with my pussy in the most incredible way imaginable and his tongue teased my clit, sending my body over the edge time and again. But they were tied firmly above my head and anchored solidly to the legs of the bed with his deftly tied knots. More than anything, I can feel him inside me still, his cock, his cum. It's the first time he's filled me up. I can feel it all still, my body one tingling mass of remembered sensation, my heart drumming a frantic tattoo in the aftermath of it all.

My mind is still whirling as he walks me, naked, into the bathroom and under the warm cascade of water, slowly gathering me into his arms. Instinctively my mouth finds his and he kisses me softly and in silence as the water runs over our bodies. I can't help but moan softly as his fingertips trace the line of my spine and his teeth bite my bottom lip softly. For long minutes we stand there with the water pouring over us, hands locked idly moving over eachother silently.

Gently his takes me by the wrists and pushes my hands down to my side, looking me in the eyes. Without being told I somehow know I'm to stand still, so I do. He turns away and picks up the body wash before turning back to me.

"Arms up." He says.

Silently, I start raising my arms up from my sides. Abruptly he raises a finger in front of me and I freeze, he has an almost quizzical look in his eyes in the shadows of the candlelight.

"From now on, when you're given an instruction, you're to answer it with "Yes, Sir." Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I answer with just the tiniest of quavers in my voice.

"Good girl" He says as he pumps out some body wash onto the palm of his hand and puts the bottle back where he got it from.

He starts on my stomach, slowly working the body wash into a lather, moving to my breasts and massaging them as he washes me. I stand there and let his hands move over my entire body, my arms, my legs, between my legs. His fingers moving slowly over my still engorged clit as he stares at me, a feral smirk on his face as my breathing starts to become more laboured because of the persistent motion of his fingertips on me. As my legs start to shake and I'm moaning softly but consistently his fingers leave me and start to work their way down my legs, lathering me from head to toe. Then he pulls the shower head down and rinses my whole body clean, kissing me as he does, tilting my head back to soak my hair with warm water before reaching for the shampoo.

"Put your arms down and turn around."

"Yes, Sir."

His fingers run over my scalp and my eyes close as he gently massages the shampoo into my hair, rinsing it out and then doing the same with the conditioner before turning me to face him. Again, we embrace and kiss quietly for a couple of minutes and then he rinses the conditioner from my hair also. Gently he maneuvers me from under the water and soaks his own hair, then hands me the shampoo.

"My turn now." He proffers the shampoo to me and turns away as I take it from him to wash his hair.

Somewhat bemused by the care he's taken to so gently wash my body, yet another thing I've never let anyone do for me before, but incredibly erotic all the same, I take the bottle and pump out some shampoo onto my hand. I work the lather into his hair and rinse it out, having to reach up with the shower head a little as he is slightly taller than me.

We kiss again as he reaches for the body wash and passes it into my hands as he raises his arms with a smirk on his lips for me to wash him. Again, I pump out the body wash and start to wash him, starting on his stomach, just as he did for me. I work upwards over his chest and arms and back down again. When I reach his crotch, a mischievous impulse flashes through my mind. As I wash his cock, I slowly stroke him. My fingers wrapped firmly around him and my other hand massaging his balls, I move my hand along his length and back again. Smiling to myself as his body responds and his cock gets hard.

A deep chuckle breaks into my thoughts as it emanates from his chest and I glance up. His eyes are dark pools with the reflections of the candles dancing in them as they flash dangerously at me.

"Haven't had enough tonight yet, have you?" He says to me quietly. Making my heart lurch in my chest and my hands stop their movement dead. Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? My mind tries to determine what might happen to me because of this, my hands are frozen, still wrapped around him and I can feel the heat of him in my hand, god he's so hard. I can feel my own body responding as heat starts building between my legs.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for the shower head and rinses the body wash from his body as I stand there in front of him unsure of what to do next. I glance up at him a couple of times and every time his eyes are locked on me. That dark, dangerous light dancing in them and that smirk on his lips making me blush in the dim light.

He puts the shower head back in place and pulls me towards him and I fold willingly, powerlessly into his embrace and we start kissing again, only this time forcefully, hungrily. He's holding the small of my back and cupping the side of my head as our tongues entwine. Biting my lips almost painfully, making me moan and whimper softly into his mouth as I suck on his top lip. I can feel his cock between us, pressing into my stomach as he pulls me tightly against his body.

Suddenly he spins me so my back is against the wall and with one firm step I'm pressed hard against the cold tiles of the shower wall. A shocked gasp escaped me as I bang into the wall with a thud and his hand moves from the back of my neck around to my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to make it noticeably harder to breathe. I can also feel myself get lightheaded as the pressure from his fingertips constricts my carotid arteries, making me feel almost like I'm drunk. He kisses me fiercely as he holds me against the wall with his hand clamped on my neck. My heart is back to a rate of beats per minutes that is almost painful and I can feel renewed arousal coursing through me as his free hand runs down between my breasts and over my stomach and pelvis. I moan into his mouth, and my legs move wider apart as if they have a mind of their own to let his hand between them.

As his fingertips reach my clit again, he breaks away from kissing me, his hand releasing my neck. I gulp in air as blood rushes back into my head, small stars of light in my visions and the giddy sensation taking a moment to fade. His lips are already kissing my neck and the fingers of one hand are between my lips, moving slowly up and down between my clit and the entrance to me. His hand is cupped just so that either his finger or the palm of his hand is rubbing my clit at all times and I slouch against wall moaning quietly as his lips kiss my neck. His teeth nipping softly at the skin of my neck and shoulder as he slowly shifts his weight to move his kisses to my chest. That insistent massaging of my clit and pussy never stops the whole time and I can feel the heat and slipperiness of my resurgent arousal as he toys with my body yet again.

His mouth has meandered over to my left breast and as he takes my nipple into his mouth he pauses. Everything stops and he clears his throat.

"Ahem." I open my eyes, not even realizing id had them clamped shut, a small noise of pure frustration escaping me as his hands and mouth become suddenly still on my body. All of my body is singing with renewed sensation and desire, all I want is for him to not stop, to do whatever it is he has in that mind of his to me.

"Do you think you're the only one who can be a tease, young lady?" His lips are resting against my nipple, its hard and sensitive beyond belief and I'm acutely aware of the sensation of his breath and the movement of his lips against it as he speaks to me.

"No"

His teeth close around my nipple and he bites down forcefully, making me yelp.

"You will also answer questions correctly from now on. Try again." He says, a dark smile on his face.

"No, Sir." I respond.

"Much better." He says and his hand begins to move again making me start at the sudden recommencement of his movement as his mouth closes back over my nipple and he continue to kiss his way over my upper body leisurely as if he has all the time in the world as steam rises around us and the cool tiles press against the skin of my back.

The kissing roams across my chest to my right breast, again he bites down hungrily on my nipple eliciting another gasping moan from me as his tongue flicks over the nipple between his teeth. Only this time as he does, two of his fingers slide into me at the same time, curling up and around before he drags them out of me again, right over my g-spot. Immediately my legs are starting to shake again. His kisses move down over my stomach, my pelvis, hovering right above me, moving around me. My hand is in his hair, I don't even remember feeling my arm move, but it has and my fingers are bunching in his hair. I can feel him chuckling to himself in satisfaction as he continues to kiss and nip at the skin with his teeth right above me.

"Please..." I whisper, meaning to say it in my head after what feels like an age of him not putting his mouth on me.

"That's what I was waiting for." He says, lifting my right leg up, he kneels down and rest it over his shoulder before taking finally taking me into his mouth. My breath explodes from me as he sucks hungrily on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and his tongue slowly circles around it over and over again. The index and middle fingers of his left hand continuing to slide into me, hooking up and dragging back out over my g-spot with each slow motion.

My legs, already unsteady from the exertion he's put me through in the bedroom are shuddering. I'm certain the only thing keeping me upright is the fact he has my leg lifted over his shoulder, supporting my weight. He's in no rush though, despite him being on his knees before me, I'm completely powerless to make him move faster. Despite myself I'm pressing his mouth onto me with my hand in his hair, I'm bucking my hips to try and speed up the rate at which his fingers are fucking me. I can feel him smile though as he moves with my body effortlessly so that I can't ruin his rhythm. His tongue rolling slowly, lazily around my clit, his fingers so tantalizingly slowly sliding in and out of me, dragging over my g-spot every fucking time, relentlessly. He's slowly, seemingly carelessly teasing my body, building me up to a monumental release. My every nerve is blazing with sensitivity as he tortures me so deliciously, I can feel the tension building in all of my muscles, his fingers feeling larger inside me as my pussy tightens around him and my body stiffens despite my shaking legs, my back arching against the cool tiles as I teeter on the brink of the abyss, ready to fall over the edge.

"Jesus.." I pant as I can feel myself about to lose control.

He stops.

His mouth comes off me, his fingers rest against my hole, I sob aloud in frustration.

"No, no, no, no, please don't stop!" Am I really begging? I don't even care, I just want him to keep going, his fingers are making the tiniest of movements, circling my hole., His thumb is hovering lightly over my clit and is also tracing featherlight circles on me. It's enough to keep me close, but nowhere near enough to send me over the edge.

"I can tease too baby." He purrs at me. "Here's what is going to happen next. I'm going to continue. Faster than I was before." His fingers are edging into me again, stretching me open around them and his mouth is edging closer towards my clit again. "You're going to hold my right hand. When you're going to cum you are going to squeeze it, but you are not going to cum until I squeeze back. I'm not going to slow down; I'm not going to pause. You will not cum until I squeeze your hand, do you understand me?" His fingers have gone all the way into me and are dragging back out across my g-spot now. His lips are touching my clit as he talks.

"Yes. Yes, Sir." I manage to groan.

"Good girl" he says as his mouth envelops me again, my clit engulfed by his lips as his tongue swirls around it rapidly. His fingers are now pushing into me hard and fast, still dragging over my g-spot with every stroke only now on the way in, as well as out. The arousal is maddening and I can hear how wet he's made me with each thrust of his fingers into me as he fucks me.

In only a few moments I'm clenching his hand as hard as I can, my body screaming at me as everything inside me coils like a spring and I go rigid again, desperately holding on with every last shred of my self-control. His tongue is flickering over me, around me, against me, up and down over me, he's sucking on me hungrily and a third finger has slid into me, I feel so full!

"JESUS, please! I can't...I can't hang on." I moan.

"Sir" He says, somehow managing to speak without his tongue slowing down one little bit on my clit.

"Sir!" I almost scream in desperation, I can feel myself starting to fall, I can't hang on any more.

His hand squeezes back and my body explodes. A loud moan escapes me, my back arches further and my body sings with an explosion of pure ecstasy as my orgasm rips free and through my body. I'm dimly aware of the fact that he's let go of my hand and now has his arm locked around my leg, helping me not to collapse down onto the shower floor.

I'm panting wildly, heaving for breath as the orgasm tears through my body, my hips bucking uncontrollably. He wasn't kidding, he hasn't stopped. He hasn't slowed down. He's still going. Sucking and teasing my clit with his tongue, fucking me with his fingers. It's overwhelming, it almost hurts as he continues to use my body mercilessly through my orgasm and into its aftermath and beyond. I can feel my body building again, rapidly. He's fucking me so hard, so fast, so relentlessly I can feel another orgasm rushing up toward me like an out of control train. Mutely, without breaking rhythm he lets go of my leg and grasps my hand again as my legs start to shudder uncontrollably and I tighten around his fingers again.

I squeeze, fiercely. Apparently oblivious to me trying to break his hand he continues on, his mouth sucking on me as his tongue swirls around and over me and his fingers slam up and into me. He continues on through my tortured sobs and begging requests to be allowed to let go, to be allowed to cum again. Again, he rides my body to the very brink of my self-control, squeezing my hand at the very last moment before I can no longer control myself. Again, my body explodes, my nerves blaze with the sensation of my release as I shudder and convulse. His mouth still on me, his fingers still inside me.

As I come down from that orgasm, he takes his fingers out of me, sucking them clean of my cum in front of me before kissing me forcefully. My mouth willingly opening for him so that I can taste myself on his tongue. Then he places his hands on my shoulders and gently presses down. I fall gently onto my knees before him. His cock rock hard in front of me. Glancing up I see he looking down at me with a patient expectation.

Without a moments hesitation I take him in my hand, open my mouth and push his whole cock into my mouth until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold for as long as I can, my tongue writhing around him as I savour the sound of him gasping and moaning because of me. I draw him back out, wrap my hand firmly around him, take the head of him into my mouth and move my head and hand back and forth, my tongue moving underneath him, teasing his frenulum.

I look up at him as his hands gently cup either side of my head, continuing to move my hand up and down along his length, my lips sealed around him, sucking hungrily, my tongue swirling around his head in quick circular motions. He's staring down at me, his mouth slightly open as he pushes himself into my mouth with each movement of my head, wonder and an incredibly arousing hunger in his eyes as I let him fuck my mouth.

"God yes girl, keep going just like that for me."

Without taking his cock out of my mouth I try to say "Yes, Sir." Nodding at the same time, the result is a mumble of noise and him gasping even louder at the "Mmhmmm" noise I've made. This makes me moan as I realise how hungry I am to have him fill my mouth with his cum. He gasps and moans and I feel my own body respond with a fresh rush of arousal and now I'm moaning too, my free hand is between my legs, my fingers inside myself. Fucking myself as he fucks my mouth and I moan softly around his cock.

Suddenly he stands me up, faces me towards the shower head and bends me over so that the water is hitting the middle of my back. Automatically I step up onto my tip-toes and move my legs apart, reaching forward with my left arm to press my hand against the wall for support and arching my back down towards the floor. Fuck how I want him inside me. His cock, hard and covered in my saliva, slides effortlessly into me and I moan as he starts to fuck me with hard, fast thrusts. His hands on my hips, pulling up to help me support my weight while I stand on my toes.

"Put your hand between your legs and massage your clit for me baby." He orders, his sentence punctuated by savage thrusts of his cock into my and his panting breath.

My right-hand shoots between my legs and starts to rub my clit hard and fast in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take long, maybe a few minutes of him slamming himself into me as I rub my clit and I'm on the brink again. My legs are shuddering and I'm struggling to stay up as he fucks me. He leans forward behind me, curling his right arm under by entire pelvis to hold me up, his left hand runs up my back, along my skin and balls into a fist in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing him even deeper inside me. I turn my head to the right, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Please can I cum?! I can't hold on" I say to him desperately, I know he has felt me tighten around him, he knows being fucked whilst having my clit stimulated makes me cum incredibly quickly.

A savage grin splits his features and with four massive thrusts into me he growls "Cum. For. Me. Now!" Slamming himself into me and pulling me onto him as I let go, my legs shuddering as he somehow holds me up, my mouth open and animal sounds of release pouring out from deep in my chest as my right hand continues to rub my clit and I can feel every last millimeter of his cock buried inside me, clutched tightly by my pussy as it convulses around him.

As my orgasm fades, he withdraws himself from me, spins me around quickly and motions me back to my knees. "My turn now girl." He says gruffly.

"Yes, Sir!" I say, with a level of relish that surprises me as I hurriedly and hungrily start to suck his cock, tasting my own cum all over him. Just as before I have my hand wrapped around him and I'm moving my head back and forth along his length, my lips pressed to the top of my hand, sealed around him and sucking so hungrily as my tongue dances underneath him. I can feel his fingers work their way into my hair and pull me onto him faster and faster. Both of us moaning, him because of me, me because of him. I can feel his cock swell and get harder in my mouth as I look up at him, silently pleading for him to fill my mouth with his cum  Suddenly he flexes his cock, gasps "Oh fuck baby!" his hands clenching in my hair and holding me as he lets go. His cock pulsing his cum into my mouth as I continue to slide my mouth up and down along him, milking every last little bit of him into my mouth as his cock spasms in my hand.

Once I'm certain I've completely emptied him into my mouth, I slowly take him out of my mouth, swallowing everything and saying "Thank you, Sir." A feeling of satisfaction, more than a little pride suffusing my body as he stares down at me.

"No, no. Thank you, sweetheart." He says, pulling me to my feet and kissing me hungrily before pulling me into an enveloping embrace with my head resting on his chest. He holds me for several minutes, kissing me softly on top of my head and on the lips. Then he reaches again for the body wash.

Garden Girl

 -Present-

Gwen leaned against the table with a fabrication of patience; her hands folded together, her posture limp, and her expression that of strenuous concern. It was as if nothing had changed in seven years. The humid air of the greenhouse seemed stifling, making the situation feel even more awkward than it already was. She fiddled with her ponytail as she watched her old mentor and former boss meticulously inspect every leaf of every plant like he always used to.

There was a lot of pride being swallowed in this instance. Gwen always dreamed of having her own business and sharing her love of horticulture with the world. Though Scott always nurtured her green instincts and taught her more than any other human in her life, he was rather blunt on his opinions on her business sense, always encouraging her to work for him instead. Within a year of opening her organic food growing service, called Garden Girl, she had already made a slew of bad decisions, including paying for a greenhouse lease that was attached to a horrific interest rate. Though Gwen was finally able to find someone to sublet for her, the debt it incurred still remained, thus the need to return to old avenues of the past.

Gwen sighed after five minutes of watching Scott essentially grope a series of tomatoes, searching for imperfection. He was a tall and well-built man who always looked unkempt in a totally organized way. His jaw line was sturdy and his hair was full of short blonde curls, framing his green eyes, small nose, and strangely immaculate teeth. He stood at least a foot taller than her, making conversations always seem like a battle with a giant.

"Your skills are even better than they were when we worked together. I am quite impressed," Scott admitted honestly. If Scott was one thing, it was honest.

"I am so glad you approve," Gwen replied sardonically, arms crossed now. "Still, I don't know why we needed to drive down here. Hell, I fully don't understand why I even had to have an interview. Not that I want special treatment, but you've been bugging me to work for you for years. Why the circus?"

Scott formed his typical smirk that was intellectual and earnest with only a dash of smugness. "You know I am a meticulous man. If we are to be working together again, I want to make sure it is based upon your talents instead of any personal feelings. Besides, your hard work will sadly be destroyed or taken from you when you lose this place, so I wanted to see it."

Gwen formed her own smirk, though hers was mostly smug. "How sentimental of you," she chirped.

"Yes, well... I have very specific tasks in mind for you that should really test your skills," Scott explained. "Despite your internal resistance and feelings of failure, I am sure you will find that I will help you to reach your true potential."

Gwen paused. "I don't know whether that was a backhanded compliment or just a straight up insult."

Scott's smile grew warmer. "Neither. I forgot you are a tad bit paranoid."

Gwen sighed. "Great. The good old 'banter' is back. Maybe you should just punch me in the stomach next time instead."

"Oh please garden girl, you know that athletics are not my area of expertise," Scott chuckled.

Gwen let loose a casual smile and did a mock salute. "Hey, at least I know a can outrun you if I need to."

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~Past~

As Gwen walked back home after her interview, she remembered that things were both radically different and similar to when she first met Scott Booker seven years ago. She was just nineteen and had a lot to learn about life. Though not an introvert, she felt awkward interacting with others and was quite scared of intimate situations. Her love of botany was in full effect though, so when she finally was able to get into the college she wanted, her first task was to find a lab to work in.

The college had a good program for helping students find open positions within their desired majors. Unfortunately, freshmen did not receive anything besides what was considered to be the worse assignments. Gwen dreaded the idea of working a job that could turn into a hellish nightmare. She was relieved when the only initial downside to her fresh employment opportunity seemed to be the five nights a week, five hour work schedule. At that point, she didn't really have anyone that could be truly called a friend, so spending her evenings in a greenhouse did not seem so terrible.

Growing up tomboyish, Gwen was just learning about more girlish things like fashion and make-up. She knew that her roommate and her friends often joked about Gwen's fumbling with trying to look... well, competent when it came to that realm. Still, it was her first day on the job, so she wore her nicer cloths as well as way too much make up and perfume.

Gwen entered the medium sized greenhouse with an excited feeling in her stomach, ready for her first day. The glass enclosure was full of plants of various shapes, colors, and sizes. Walking into the place for the first time felt like journeying into a foreign land full of exotic mysteries and adventures. In the back of this grand temple of nature was Scott, studying a slide through a microscope.

Gwen stood there, inches in front of her new boss, clutching her purse in her hands. He did not look up. A tingle of anxiousness erupted in her shoulders, filtering to the rest of her body. Her mind raced, unable to decide on how she should handle the situation. Did he not hear her come in? Should she bother him? Was she even in the right place? Finally, Gwen was able to choke out... "Um... hello?"

Scott looked up immediately, his stare stern. This made Gwen squeeze her purse tighter. "Are you my new assistant?" he asked.

Gwen forced a smile and a nod. "Yeah... uh... yes. Yes."

Scott returned to his microscope. "You are wearing clothes too nice for a person who will be tending to plants all evening. Plus, you're overwhelming perfume will prove to be quite the distraction."

Gwen's face turned pale, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, slinking back. "Uh well... I didn't... well.. um..."

Not looking up, Scott interrupted her. "You seem to lack self-confidence or have some kind of speech impediment. From what little I know of you from you submission essay, I assumed you would be far more sure of yourself. Yet, on the other hand, at least you aren't arrogant. Well, I will always be truthful and straight forward with you and I expect you to do the same with me. Tell me exactly what is on your mind right now."

Gwen stood there, frozen, practically trembling. She swallowed hard, looking at the ground trying to find words to say and making no such discovery.

Scott sighed. "Judging by your profile on paper, I was hoping to get started right away. Alas, perhaps you should just leave now and try to find new position. I hate to be so boorish to attack your shyness, but I need more. I don't need another person here too scatterbrained or scared to say or do anything, I need-"

After listening to the man prattle on, Gwen finally found her courage to force out words, though in a sheepish tone. "I thought what you did when I walked in was incredibly rude. Also, most of what you have said so far is inappropriate and a tad bit sexist." Scott then immediately looked up, causing Gwen to back away a bit, mumbling, "in my opinion, anyway."

"Don't back down from what you think. You are essentially right in your assertions. As you may have gathered, I am a rather difficult person. Sadly, the best I can do is to acknowledge my difficulties, while your confidence issues will eventually be rectified. I am sure if you can put up with me, I can try to be less... well, rude."

Gwen raised an eyebrow as she did not expect such honesty despite the man's promise of it. "So, can I do things now?"

Scott showed his smirk for the first time. "Yes, though I swear things may be a bit unfortunate tonight since you are about to learn the ins and outs of manure... "

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-Present-

Gwen pulled a few plates out of the cabinet as Mark, her boyfriend of a little under a year, looked at her skeptically. "Are you sure you want to do this though? The job market isn't great, but I'm sure you could find some other job."

Gwen sighed as she spooned some spaghetti on one of the plates. "It's fine. Really. It's a good paying job in which I have lots of knowledge and power. Hell, if I would have accepted the offer as soon as I graduated, I would have saved myself from this whole company fiasco."

"I don't know how I feel about you working for your ex-boyfriend," Mark snorted.

Gwen sighed louder. "For the last time, he is not my ex! He is just my close friend and my boss. That's all."

The skepticism did not fade from Mark's face. "You sure? You do talk about him a lot..."

Gwen smirked as she handed him a plate. "Well, if you know that, at least it proves you listen to me sometimes."

Mark didn't respond to that, picking up a fork, lazily scooping up some of the gooey noodles. "Look, I just don't want you to regret this. You tried your best with your business."

Gwen sighed one final time. "Well, sometimes, trying isn't good enough."

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~Past~

Gwen was surprised how strangely helpful and weirdly kind Scott was in the end, even if he was a bit mechanical and aloof personality wise. He taught her a lot about plant life and the curation of it. It was about two months into working together that he first coined the moniker of garden girl. Seemingly out of the blue, he insisted on using that as a nickname. She found it too on the nose and cloying at first, but the term grew on her and made Scott even more personable.

Gwen was also surprised to learn that Scott was not the pariah that rumors described him to be. He had a good repartee with his fellow grad students and most seemed to easily put up with his straightforward personality. While some found it off-putting, others found it quasi-endearing like Gwen did. Particularly, Scott's fellow doctoral candidate Gavin started to show up a lot to talk to Scott, speaking about scientific subjects that flew over Gwen's head. Gavin was almost Gwen's height with short black hair and a cute face, though he was a bit pudgy.

Scott, in his upfront way, encouraged Gwen to be open and try to talk to Gavin and the others who frequented the greenhouse. This helped her grow in social confidence. She started to make friends in her classes, where she learned that there were many people as awkward as she was. At Scott's behest, she joined the science club in order to become more comfortable around people.

Of course, she still wasn't the queen of sociality. Every time Gavin would go to leave the lab, he always made sure to talk to Gwen. She was improving, but many of her conversations were often examples of extreme social clumsiness.

"Hi Gwen," Gavin would say on his way out the door.

"Hey," Gwen would reply meekly.

"How are you today?"

"Good."

"Everything working out for you here?"

"Yeah."

"Class okay?"

"Yeah."

Then there would be a twenty second pause of silence.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next time."

To Gavin's credit, he always seemed courteous and kind during the exchange. Afterward, Gwen would go back to whatever task was at hand.

One time, Scott, not peering up from his microscope, said, "you know he comes by here so often to see you, right?"

Gwen's eyes nearly dropped from her head at that suggestion. "What? Really?"

"Yes. I am sure he can tolerate me well enough, but before you started working here, he did not stop by even the fraction he does now. Speaking of which, today is your three month anniversary of being employed here and you have not quit yet. You've officially been here longer than any assistant I have ever had. Congratulations."

That statement had a lot of information for Gwen to process. "Wait... so he... and I am... wait, what?"

"I would give you a medal if I believed in such nonsense, garden girl. By the way, Gavin is going to ask you out soon. I suggest you accept the invitation. It will help you conquer your social blocks. Besides, an attractive girl of your age should not be indoors all the time and actually should enjoy herself every once in a while."

Gwen's skin went an even lighter shade as she swallowed hard. "Wait, he is going to do... what?!"

"My, you are extra redundant today," Scott chuckled.

There was not much time for Gwen to meditate on the many bombshells before Gavin's head peeked back into the lab. "Hey Gwen, can I talk to you a second?"

Gwen anxiously journeyed to him, head pointed to the ground, hands behind her. Within a minute, she found herself in the hall with him, her smile wide and bright. "Well... uh... you see Gwen..."

Despite her current state of social anxiety, the idea of going out did sound like fun. It wasn't like she never had a date before, but most of them were awkward at best. "I'll go on a date with you," she randomly blurted out.

Gavin was caught by surprise, but responded with an elated grin. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," he mused. Suddenly, Gwen was surprised how relaxed she felt in that moment, letting out a natural smile.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

-Present-

In truth, Gwen did have mixed emotions about starting her "new" job despite what she let Mark believe. She conveniently left out the part where she was working for Scott directly at his home instead of at his office. While earning his PhD, Scott had gained recognition for the study of genetically modified plants and currently ran a small company that researched hybrid seeds. Scott hired Gwen to care to some of his personal projects, which made Gwen hope that she would be working on plants instead of... other tasks.

The acreage of Scott's property proved to be massive with just the drive up the dirt path to his house seemingly taking a century. Gwen was shocked how humble and stately the abode appeared. It was a simple green one story house with a set of four greenhouses behind it. Gwen wore a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and an old t-shirt and was prepared for a day digging in the dirt. The sun hung low in the summer sky, the heat already beating down on her.

As she approached the house, Scott exited it, holding a granola bar and dressed in a suit. "Well now, you actually came. A small part of me doubted you would."

Gwen playfully snatched the bar out of his hand, taking a nibble. "Well, I may be squirrely, but at least I don't bail without warning."

Scott displayed his smirk, guiding her past the house and to a medium sized plot about fifty feet away from the house. "I must say, your moniker will be quite literal now."

As the two grew closer to the plot of loose soil, Gwen noticed an assortment of standard tools; everything a person would need to make a standard garden, from seeds to a hoe to a hose to fencing. Gwen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with her hands on her hips. "Wait a minute. All you want me to do is set up a garden for you?"

"Yes, well... that is the first phase, at least. It is all part of an experiment I am conducting."

Gwen looked at Scott suspiciously, surveying. She then noticed that at each corner of the garden stood a wooden post. Each post had a camera on top of it. She peered at her boss with her nose wrinkled, her brow burrowed. "And why will there be cameras watching my every move? You better not be treating this like a game. I am not a student anymore."

Scott smirked yet again. "I respect you more than any other human that I know. I would not treat you like a child. As I said, this is an experiment. I need to gauge certain things before I put you on bigger projects. We have done this for... how long now? On and off for over six years? Don't you trust me?"

"Seven years," she corrected. "And I find anyone who is so insistent on being trusted usually is not trustworthy. From the second I have known you, you have been straight forward. Why now have you suddenly become obtuse? Old age?"

The smirk did not fade. "I am actually being rather direct. Just vague. You were always the one who needed to state the obvious out loud. There is more to this and I will be using you to your full potential, but you are my assistant, so you still need to obey my instructions. And you will be setting up a garden today."

Gwen sighed. Back to the same old, she thought. "Well, okay. I'll erect the best damn garden ever."

"Excellent. I will see you when I get home."

The two shook hands rather formally... and strangely. Scott entered his rather fancy car and drove off, leaving Gwen with an empty plot... and four cameras that constantly spied on her. With an eye roll, Gwen began, picking up the hoe and starting to make rows, strategically placing and marking areas as she went along, planting seeds accordingly. It may have just seemed like a simple garden, but Gwen was more than curious about the true purpose, especially consider their... history. She worked through the heat of the day, only stopping once midday in order to eat a sandwich she brought.

The work stunned Gwen by being fulfilling and satisfactory. The simple act of tilling the ground, planting seeds, and dumping dirt reminded her of why she loved botany to begin with. After a number of hours, she forgot about the cameras and even started to hum to herself, relishing the experience.

By five o'clock, nearly three quarters of the plot was meticulously plowed and planted. While taking a drink from a bottle of water, Gwen surveyed her work, quite proud of what she accomplished. She didn't even see Scott approach behind her, which caused him to startle her when he spoke. "Ah, so you didn't forget anything I taught you."

Gwen chuckled, taking another drink. "It is my nickname after all. Please don't tell me there is some weird fetish site focused around videos of women gardening and that is what this is all about. I'd rather not end up on the internet."

Scott patted her on the back. "You know that pornography perplexes me," he mused, half-jokingly, but only half.

Gwen sighed playfully. "Something has to perplex you, I guess."

The smirk appeared on Scott's face again. "Well, why not go home to that boyfriend of yours and get some rest? You have another long day tomorrow."

Gwen did one of her standard mock salutes. "Aye-aye."

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~Past~

As if by destiny, Gwen and Gavin became a couple. He had patience for her quirks and as Scott predicted, the experience had a profound and positive effect on her. The most shocking twist was the fact that Gavin wasn't much more socially acclimated than Gwen was. He just could hide his shyness better. With each date, Gwen felt herself open up more. She became more casual with her friends and felt more comfortable around new people.

Her new social life did not keep Gwen away from the lab. With each day, the work with the plants felt more and more rewarding. She kept learning new things from her boss, who turned out to be actually borderline brilliant and not just egotistical. He still spent time with her when needed, always making a moment to teach her new techniques and information.

In fact, despite his initially off-putting demeanor, she really liked spending time with him. As the weeks wore on, she realized that she preferred spending time with Scott more so than with Gavin. Gavin was sweet, but there was something about Scott's directness and intelligence that Gwen found appealing. There was no pretense to him. Most of the time, Gwen felt Gavin to be very fake, lying about his emotions. She noticed a change in Gavin when they both became intimate. After that point, things quickly grew stale. She enjoyed their experiences, and was happy to be done with virginity, but felt like something was lacking, like a sexual relationship could be much more.It took Gwen another two months to realize that she had a crush on her boss. Her friends all loved Gavin and thought Scott was a total jerk, but she realized she preferred "the jerk." It was February when the revelation occurred, throwing off Gwen's interactions with both Scott and Gavin. Gavin, in his usual way, danced around the issue, noticing Gwen's off behavior, but never really addressing it. He chose to ignore the growing rift in their relationship.

It was the coldest day of the year when Scott realized that something was not normal. After Scott asked Gwen to assist him with slide preparation five times without a response, he broached the subject.

"Help me here please... hey..." Scott called out, not receiving an answer. He walked to her as she was busy watering the same plant for the seventh time. She jumped back startled as the tall man stood next to her. "Where is your head?" he chided. "What is happening with you?"

Gwen looked down at the ground, pulling on her dark brown hair, which was now of a medium length. "Nothing. Every... everything... everything is fine."

Scott looked at her sternly, gently grabbing her chin and pointing it up to face him. "Listen, garden girl, I wish not to play guessing games. We have a promise to be straight with each other. Please tell me what is on your mind."

Gwen tried to look away, her gaze resistant as she starred into his eyes. "Nothing, really. Just... just.. a lack of sleep?"

"Is that a question or the cause? Either way, that response will not do. You have impressed me with your work ethic and general growth as a person. I hope that you have not regressed."

Gwen was shocked. He used the word "impress." In her young mind, this was progress. She didn't even realize how wide her smile was in that moment. Then Scott let go of her chin and simply said, "oh, I understand."

As he walked away, Gwen turned to him in confusion. "You understand what?"

"You have a sexual interest in me."

Gwen gasped harshly, the color draining from her face. "I do... I do not..." Midway through her backtracking, she suddenly became angry. Really? He figured out that she had a thing for him and had chosen to completely rebuke her in the rudest way possible? The chattering from her mouth ceased, replaced with a stern look of anger. This actually seemed to make Scott feel ill at ease. "So, you think... well, now that you know, that I have thing for you and you don't care?"

Scott crossed his arms, obviously trying to calm a sudden case of anxiousness. "I do indeed care. I think you exceed expectations as an assistant, are quite nice to talk to you, and are generally a pleasant person. But this... thing... you reference is foolhardy and unwise."

Gwen walked to him slowly and deliberately, her face a portrait of sternness. She was displaying more confidence than she ever had before. "And why, may I ask, is it so wrong? Does emotion scare you? Is there actually something that actually frightens you?"

Scott folded his arms tighter. "Well, there is the obvious fact that you work for me. Not to mention you are young."

"Like four years younger than you," Gwen scoffed. "I'm a fully grown adult woman. I'm not young."

Scott frowned. "Which brings me to the main reason. We both seek very different things. You are a standard person, as you should be, looking for the traditional sort of boyfriend to spend your time with."

Gwen's forehead wrinkled as she folded her own arms. "And what the hell are you looking for?"

"I'm into things different than that and generally unspecific. You see, the whole 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' thing does not make sense to me. I do not think of it as an entirely bad construct, but it is something I cannot relate to. To me, traditional sexual relationships are both superfluous and melodramatic at the same time."

Gwen's eyes narrowed in obvious contempt. "Oh, Mr. evolved sensibilities, please tell me then what is so superior with your mighty robo-logic!"

Scott sighed. "As I said, I seek something, as with all things, much more direct. Much more in the moment. Much more based on actual human instinct and passion instead of some construct of the mind."

Gwen leaned against the counter, her expression now neutral. "Oh, I get it. The master of science is putting it soooooo eloquently, but what he means is he just likes to fuck. No strings attached. No emotions." She sighed as she walked to the door. "Despite your supposedly 'evolved' mindset, you are such a stereotypical man!"

With that, she left the lab, slamming the door behind her. For the first time since meeting Gwen, Scott was flustered by her.

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-Present-

The next day, Gwen starred at the plot in absolute astonishment and disbelief. It was gone. All of it was gone. Every seed she planted and every row she lovingly produced. The plot was back to being the plain slab of soil it was when she first arrived the day prior.

"What... how... huh?" she stuttered stupidly, hands on her head.

Scott stood next to her, patting her on the back. "No need to fret so much. You just need to do it again," he instructed.

She glared at the man sternly. "I have to do it AGAIN? What happened to what I ALREADY DID?"

Scott smirked. "Calm down, garden girl. This is part of the experiment. I want you to complete the entire garden today, all right? Remember, you are being watched."

Gwen looked up at the cameras, hands on her hips, head tilted to the side. "This makes my brain hurt... what... why... I thought you said you were being straight with me?"

Scott's smirk grew. "Yes, direct in what I want done. I want there to be a finished garden by the time I get back. You better get started, garden girl. You have a lot to do."

Gwen scowled at him as he walked off, climbing into his car. She wiped some sweat from her brow, realizing that this day was hotter than the last. She stared at the plain patch of dirt. It was like the plot had never been touched. With a heavy heart, she picked up the hoe, slamming it into the dirt.

First, she tilled the rows. THEN, she had to lay down the nutrients again. THEN, she had to plant the seeds again. THEN, she had to mark each area... again. The day turned hotter and hotter, the humidity causing her shirt and sports bra to cling to her breasts, certainly a sight for the cameras.

As the day rolled on, Gwen proved not to be as efficient as she was the day prior. The redundancy of the activity was difficult to overcome. Each slam of the hoe and seed in the ground seemed like a rerun of something better. She even skipped lunch, her stomach crying out for food by the end of the day as her muscles felt sore and stressed.

When Scott arrived, the garden was only half done. Gwen was breathing heavy, hands on her knees as Scott placed a hand on her back. "This is a bit lackluster, garden girl."

Gwen stood up with a defiant glare. "Well, MAYBE if my work didn't mysteriously disappear, it would all be done."

Scott remained calm, smirking. "This is your task. It is one you have done many times."

Gwen then folded her arms. "It feels like you're making fun of me. Is this because you were right about my business skills? How I am destined to always be your assistant and not run something on my own?"

Scott seemed genuinely hurt by the allegation. "I swear that is not the truth. I hoped you would succeed in your entrepreneurial endeavor. It is why I invested whole heartedly in your business. I did not make that fact known to you because I did not want to make it seem like I did not have faith in you."

Gwen's eyebrows perked up. "You gave money to Garden Girl?"

Scott nodded his head. "I would not lie about such a thing. Also, I will point out you are free to quit at any time. I will even try to help you find a job at another company."

Gwen looked at him for a good thirty seconds, deep in thought. "Yeah, well, you do usually have a grand purpose in the end. I mean, it must have not been easy destroying my hard work and making it look like the land was untouched." The weirdness of the whole situation made her twitch a bit. "It's only day two, but I can quit when I want? And you'll help me find a different job?"

"I promise. I would not lie to you."

Gwen sighed. "Okay. Fine. You can keep all of your dumb intrigue and not tell me your plan, but answer this one question please. Is this all going to be here tomorrow?"

Scott did not answer audibly, but his smirk told her what she wanted to know. "Dammit," she groaned.

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~Past~

Gwen spent a serious amount of time thinking about quitting. As the weeks drug on, the sting of the confrontation faded. The instance was never directly addressed by either Scott or Gwen, though their general amount of daily interaction decreased significantly. Gwen would go into the greenhouse, do her work, and then go home. There would be a basic back and forth between the two, but only what was in service of work.

In addition, things between Gwen and Gavin remained static. If anything, the banality of the relationship became an oasis to Gwen from the mechanically bizarre nature of her boss. She started to become more and more bold, the shy shackles shedding away as she gathered more friends. She also became more comfortable in her sex life, learning to be more adventurous with positions and activities in the bedroom activities. Despite his willingness to fuck in new ways, Gavin remained a dreadful bore. Conversations with him were all the same. Nothing about Gavin as a person particularly excited Gwen, but he was safe, and that feeling of safeness kept her from breaking it off.

The coldness between Scott and Gwen started to thaw in mid-May as he needed more help with his dissertation proposal. School was done for a few weeks and Gwen needed the money, so a few extra hours of work a week proved to be helpful when it came to paying the bills. The two started to laugh again. Past tensions began to feel silly.

One late Thursday evening, Gwen was in the computer lab, proofreading a paper for Scott's portfolio. She finished earlier than expected, hoping that with the task done that she would be able to meet her friends at the movies. Upon arriving at Scott's office, she entered without knocking... which proved to be a mistake. There was a woman there, someone Gwen vaguely recognized as another grad student. She was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, and hands clinging to the wood. Scott was behind her, his cock wedged deeply into her, pounding with great force. With her eyes shut and mind on... other things, she failed to see Gwen, but Scott certainly did. Gwen's skin turned pale as she hurried out immediately, dropping the papers on the floor.

Shell-shocked, she went straight home, musing over what she saw. She ignored a call from Gavin and seriously thought about whether she wanted to go to work the next day or not.

Scott certainly didn't expect her and was a bit startled upon walking into work and seeing Gwen watering a plant. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail and she wore her normal baggy and junky work clothes. For once, he did not know whether the direct approach was the correct one, trying to walk past Gwen without a word. She chirped as he sauntered past, not looking up from her work, "aw, is the bluntest man in the world finally speechless?"

He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "What is there to say? You know what you saw. I was having sexual intercourse with a woman in my office."

Gwen poured more water on the plant she was tending to. "See, to me, it looked less like sex and more like you were fucking the hell out of her."

Scott leaned against a counter. "So, you seem to have all the answers now. What are going to do about this? Report me?"

Gwen finally looked up with a mischievous smile. "Whatever do you mean?"

Scott clenched his teeth in frustration. "Don't be so coy. What are you thinking? If you want to be direct, be direct."

She put down the watering can and crossed her arms. "I am just shocked that you got that far, honestly. That girl was cute and taking it pretty hard. Bravo."

Scott frowned. "That was far from direct."

Gwen flashed an innocent expression. "Oh, it was? I didn't notice."

Scott stepped right in front of her, his posture firm. He stared down at her... their height different extremely apparent as he stood so close. She did not waver, staring up. "If you must know," Scott explained, "Amber is just another woman here. Like you. And unlike you, she isn't very clever."

Gwen wrinkled her nose. "Oh? So you only fuck dumb girls?"

Scott clenched his fists. "No... it's... I don't need to justify anything to you. I was honest before. I am being honest now."

Gwen unfolded her arms, standing in a defiant posture. "Yeah, I call bullshit on that one. Can my delicate young little mind not handle your big expansive thoughts on fucking? Am I just a fragile little bird who needs to be coddled?"

Scott slammed his hands on a counter. "It's not... you're acting like a child."

"And YOU'RE acting like a boy who doesn't know what puberty is! You hem and haw, acting like you are so open and superior, yet, you are just like Gavin or any other guy I know. Your big anti-girlfriend thing is so pathetic, an excuse to hide behind!"

"It is not, you whelp! It's more realistic than any of your sexual inklings."

Gwen laughed loudly and mockingly. "Oh really? You have subverted me so much, but tell me... what do you truly want from me? Not what you think I need or any other shit. What do YOU truly want from me?"

Scott stammered, looking into Gwen's fury filled eyes. He swallowed hard, letting out a cough, kicking his feet. "Well..."

Gwen mirrored his smirk. "Oh, is the king of directness a bit tongue tied?"

"For god's sakes, okay! Fuck! There are few things I want more in this world than for you to get on your knees and to suck my cock!"

Gwen's eyes widened at the sudden admission. Her head tilted forward, eyes still pointed up at Scott. A pure silence persisted between the two of them for a good ten seconds. Then, without breaking eye contact, Gwen fell to her knees. She tilted her head back, looking up at him with a glimmering gaze as if to say 'your move.'

Without another word, Scott approached Gwen. He reached back and pulled on the ponytail, releasing her long hair from confinement. Gwen trembled a bit. What she committed herself to suddenly dawned on her. He ran one hand through her hair and used the other hand to pull at the button on his pants. The garment slide down his legs and his boxers soon followed. There, right in front of Gwen's eyes, was his semi-hard penis. It was of a nice side with a good girth, the swollen purplish head of it throbbing slightly.

She stared at it for a good while, contemplating her own next move. With her green pupils pointed up, she arched her back, leaning in to slide the cockhead between her lips. She used her tongue to swirl it cheek to cheek, gently coating it in her saliva. She planted a hand on the base of the shaft and then sunk her head in deeper. She steadied the penis as she pushed forward, a few inches sliding into her gullet with a glide of her tongue. She then pulled backed up on it, only to then give a hard grind forward mere seconds later.

"Little garden girl seems to like to have a cock in her mouth," Scott chirped. Gwen's response was a hard grind with her lips, tilting her head to the right and starting to move her hand on the shaft. She twirled her neck and licked the underside of the shaft as she journeyed deeper. "And you seem to have good instincts."

Gwen reached up and grabbed his ass with her other hand. She started to bob at a rigid pace, not quite getting a good rhythm down. Her nostrils flared as the cock slide back and forth in her mouth. It pushed hard against her gag reflex once, causing her to gag and shake upon the dick. Scott gripped the back of her head. He forced her head against him three more times, each subsequent gag becoming louder. Obviously, he liked the sound.

He let go after that, giving her control again. After some trial and error, Gwen figured out how to synchronize the motions of her hand and her mouth. Scott tilted his head back, smirking. "You're a quick learner. There is something else down there that wants you attention too, garden girl."

Removing her other hand from his ass, Gwen reached down and started to massage the balls. Scott gripped the counter tightly, looking down with the smirk. "A little easier... maybe give them your mouth for a bit." Gwen pulled out with a pop, swooping down to the balls and sucking the right one into her mouth. She kept her hand on the cock, rubbing it in long strokes as she sucked on the sac, her head moving back and forth. "Oh god, that's it."

The motions of her hand on the shaft quickened as each ball received attention. After a minute, Scott pulled her head from the balls. "How did those taste, pet?" he asked.

"Musky and delightful," Gwen chirped as she sucked her bottom lip, an obvious deviousness in her eyes.

Scott patted her on the head with a chuckle. "Well, I was indeed not handling you the right way. For that, I apologize. Now, you are going to use that cute head of yours to suck on this cock until your mouth is filled with my cum. Understood, garden girl?"

Gwen nodded, spreading her lips open. Scott took that as an invitation, sliding the cock into her gullet. He started to shove it back and forth, pushing her, slamming the cockhead against her gag reflex. Gwen's eyes widened further, the gags from her mouth rough each time. Her spittle became thicker, some drool leaking out down her chin. Soon after starting his face fucking, Scott released her head. "Now show me what you can do."

Gwen then leaned forward, really pushing the cock against her mouth, but perhaps too far... trying to show off too much. She sputtered and shook on the cock, leaning to the side. Scott propped her up, running a hand through her hair. "There, there. No need to be fancy this time, garden girl. Just suck on the cock the best you can."

Gwen then nodded, cock shaking in her mouth. The trembling woman gripped it again with her left hand. She started to move in smooth motions, learning the timing for her hand and mouth. She picked up the pace, body jutting forward as she focused on pleasing a three inch segment of the shaft. She tilted her head, the cock becoming wet and slimy, loud sloshing sounds filling the room.

"Good girl... fuck, good girl!" Scott declared, placing a hand on the back of Gwen's head as she moved with ease. She then followed the quick assault with a few slow suckles on the entire length of the dick.

Suddenly, Gwen felt the flesh pulsate against her tongue. "Ready yourself," Scott warned, pulling her head back so the cockhead rested at her lips.

The penis shook to life, spurting a large amount of sperm right onto her tongue. Gwen felt the heavy chunky sperm start to fill up her mouth, treating her tongue as if it was a bowel for cum. Scott was careful to focus on filling her mouth, only a few strands spilling and bubbling from the corner of Gwen's lips, sliding down her cheeks.

He came for a decent amount of time, with a thicker cum than Gwen had ever experienced. When he was done, Scott removed the cock from her lips, a single piece of spit connecting the cock to her open mouth. Inside of her gullet was a lake made of his sperm.

In truth, Gwen sucked Gavin's cock more than a few times. Though he always came rather quickly, she frightened herself with how much she relished the experience. Now, with her boss's cum filling her whole mouth, she felt surprisingly... jovial. When Gavin and she finished the activity, there was always a cup ready for her to spit into. Staring up into Scott's eyes, she shut her mouth and tilted her head back, swallowing every bit of the sperm, the first she had ever swallowed. It felt... weird, more watery than expected and ticklish down her throat. Yet, she liked it. Scott looked down at her, breathing heavy while pulling up his pants. "Now, that was quite a delightful surprise, garden girl. You have a lot to learn, but without a doubt, you're a natural cocksucker. Don't worry, I will teach you additional techniques."

Gwen sucked on her bottom lip, licking up some rogue cum, speaking in an innocent tone. "That would be very nice of you."

Scott smirked and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off the floor and siting her on a counter. "Well, I plan to return the favor." He unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, followed by her panties. For some reason, Gwen was embarrassed to have him see her unkempt vagina. Yet, he just smiled, wordlessly getting on his own knees... and pressing his thumb right on her clit.

"Oh my fucking LORD!" Gwen declared at the sudden shot of sensation. He leaned in, keeping a thumb on the clit, rubbing it around in circles. His tongue darted out, licking a circle around Gwen's labia, causing her to shudder and grip the edge of the counter. He pushed her legs apart further as she leaned back, feeling the tongue penetrate her. He kept a persistent movement between the thumb on the clit and the tongue moving around her, darting in and out of her constantly. She had never been eaten before and the effect was dizzying. Her gaze fluttered and her mouth parted, body shaking.

"Oh god... fuck... I'm gonna do it all ready!" Gwen cried, breath heaving in and out of her lungs as she gritted her teeth. Within seconds, a squirt flew from her and hit a plant in the distance. Then she let loose, a torrent running out of her and down her legs, coating her thighs in shininess as her knees buckled in.

The feeling was insanely wonderful and unlike anything she had felt to this point in her life. She gripped the table tightly, eyes shut and face scrunch as Scott massaged her through the orgasm. "Very good garden girl..." he chirped, "very good. Cum for me."

After that, Gwen collapsed back on the counter, breathing heavily. Her eyes were full of contentment as Scott dropped her pants and a towel on her. "Okay, clean up now, garden girl. We have actual work to do."

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-Present-

Though Gwen had fair warning on what the state of her "project" would be the next day, seeing the empty plot still made her twitch in absolute annoyance. All the work from the previous day was once again decimated, replaced with the original bland brown plot. Gwen literally had to bite her tongue. "Well... this... again."

Scott crossed his arms and nodded, keeping his expression plain. "Yes, again. I would like you to finish the whole thing today. The core goal at hand is to plant the whole garden."

Gwen crooked her head up towards him, the sun shining directly into her eyes, causing her to squint. "Yes, because that makes total sense. If the 'magical' forces of nature didn't wreck it every night, I would be done by now." She paused and sighed. "I may have just figured out an important element of the experiment. Making a proficient and lovely garden doesn't matter, right?"

Scott formed his smirk, not looking Gwen in the eyes. "Well, I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you in big bold letters. I think you should be able to finish the whole thing today. If you do not though, unfortunately, I think things will have to change tomorrow... as a bit of punishment."

Gwen calmed down, loosening her fists. "How foreboding," she replied simply. Scott's smirk just grew as he walked away.

"Just finish the whole garden, damn the quality," he called out before climbing into his car. Gwen watched him drive off through narrow eyes. She looked at the drab ground and couldn't help to feel a tingling sensation of nagging repetition, like Prometheus pushing the boulder every day. Deep down, Gwen knew she should just power on through and throw something together since merely finishing was stressed a few times over.

Yet... well, there was a defiant spirit that lived inside of her. In fact, Scott was essentially the one who introduced her to thinking outside of the box. The whole exercise reeked of ridiculousness with vague goals and an invisible lesson to be learned. Now, there were ominous threats of punishment. In fact, she was oddly more curious in what the punishment was than the reward.

So, with no real sense of fire in her heart, Gwen tended to the garden... again. This time, the care from the previous two days was absent. Each slam of the hoe lacked any real energy. The rows were far from even. The seeds were just dropped instead of buried. No markings were constructed. In addition Gwen moved at a glacial pace. A garden snail could have probably done a faster job. The sun's reign of heat scorched her as well, inspiring more time just sitting on the dirt with a bottle of water than actual work. As the day wore on, the work jut slowed more and more. During the last two hours, four seeds were planted, none of them actually making it beneath the dirt.

This time, Gwen saw as Scott drove up the dirt road. He approached with a distinctive frown. She was leaning against the wheelbarrow, looking towards the clouds, thinking that one sort of resembled a pony that was on fire. Scott stood above her, blocking the sun and casting her in shadow. "Well, that looks quite disappointing," Scott observed. Indeed, less than a fourth of the field was planted.

"What can I say? I just must be a lousy worker," Gwen quipped in her casual position.

Scott looked down sternly. "Or you are just as impish as you've always been. I can see you the entire day, of course. The sight of you working... well, I am a man who does not understand artistic things well, but the sight of it is like poetry."

Gwen stood up. "Well, isn't that sweet," she replied sardonically. "God, am I just eye candy to you now? You know I am more than that. You know you can do a lot more with my body than use it to make some shitty garden you keep destroying. You should just pay a whore to play your games and stop wasting my time."

Scott loosened his posture, sighing. "Perhaps, I am being cautious. It has been years since we... worked together. Maybe I am just trying to get us on the same page."

"And by work, I think you mean fucked." Gwen furrowed her brow, walking off in a huff. "Well, maybe you should of just asked me where we stood."

Scott did not say anything in retort. In turn, Gwen did not turn around, instead just getting into her car and driving back home.

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~Past~

It was late June and Gwen had begun her summer classes. Despite that, she still worked her shifts in the lab. Due to Scott's proposal preparation, he was not in the place constantly. Of course, when he was, things were quite different than they used to be.

First, she was able to work days instead of evenings, due to a light course load. This made things far less stressful and much sunnier. Second, the dress code was much looser. Gwen took to wearing more comfortable clothes, considering the greenhouse's humidity. She enjoyed wearing her sundresses to work and even a nice big hat to shield her from the sun peeking through the glass. Her hair was much shorter now, styled into a pixie like hairdo. Scott asked her to do it that way, suggesting that it would nicely frame her face when she was sucking his cock. Yeah, that was another change.

Gwen never thought that such mischievous activities could be as enjoyable as they were. She still was dating Gavin and he seemed content enough with the relationship. After all, Gwen was becoming friskier as well as much more adept in the bedroom, as if she were taking lessons, which she essentially was.

Scott never took her in a straight forward fashion. Mostly, Gwen just sucked on his penis as he gave her guidance, pointers, and suggestions. It didn't bother her since the man was not selfish. More often than not, he would eat her after she sucked him, or at the very least finger her. Gwen had no idea how someone so off-putting and different learned to please a woman with his tongue or fingers so well, but she was not going to complain.

The day was hotter than most, making Gwen happy that she was wearing her favorite sundress which was pink with flowers imprinted on it. She had a large floppy hat on her head as she tended to a group of tomato plants, humming softly to herself as she sprinkled water upon their leaves.

When the door opened, she was surprised to see Scott enter the room. His proposal was scheduled for that afternoon, so she did not expect to see him that day. On most proposal focused days, he was a ghost, trusting her to do what was needed. Now, he was not only here, but seemed to be... happy. Very happy, in fact, a huge smile filled his face. The man never smiled that jovially, the expression leaving Gwen unsure on how to feel.

"I guess the proposal went well?" Gwen asked, the sunbeams highlighting her body as Scott seemed unable to stand still.

"That would be an understatement. I expected good, but, they loved my project more than I imagined. Even the professors who hate me applauded. They plan to give me more money for my research than any other candidate before me. We can expand the perimeters of the project tenfold! It is even more than I had hoped for."

Gwen was beyond delighted for the man, putting down her watering can and giving him a big hug. "That is fantastic! I guess you can afford more than little old me now."

Scott's smile morphed into his smirk. "Or I can just pay you enough that you work here constantly."

Gwen giggled, hands on her hips. "Or we could just clone me. Picture what more than one of me could do!"

"Believe me, I wish that were possible. I could just imagine what I could do with a whole team of you." The man stood still, looming above her, his warm smile returning. She smiled back, hands on her hips as they shared eye contact. After a few seconds, he reached down and took off her hat, Gwen's eyes fluttering as the sun bathed her face. He then cupped her chin, caressing it with care, rolling his fingertips upon the flesh. Finally, he swooped down, kissing her deeply, right on the lips.

Gwen's eyes widened at first. She suddenly realized that despite the fact that though she had his manhood down her gullet on many occasions, the two never actually shared a kiss. Instead of worrying about that, she shut her eyes and put her hands on his head, kissing back passionately. Their tongues became intertwined like vines as he pressed her back against the counter. His hands roamed up her side, at times lifting her skirt. He then ventured to her ass, pulling at the fabric that clung to it. Within seconds, her panties were down to her knees.

In an instant, he pulled back while she was mid-kiss. Gwen found herself frustratingly licking at the air, the force upon her mouth gone. Scott returned to staring at her again, running a hand through her short hair. Gwen felt as if she was being inspected, her breath quickening.

"My sweet little garden girl, reach down and unbuckle my pants while not breaking eye contact." Gwen nodded as she did not break the line of sight, her hands working clumsily as the she heard the pants drop to the floor. He loosened the tie he was wearing, then reaching down, rubbing her shoulders. In a flash, he moved his hands to her waist, lifting her up and plopping her on the table. As his hands came down, they removed the panties.

"Are you ready, my dear slut?" Gwen's head tilted; skin tingling in anticipation due to multiple words in that sentence. With a lustful look, she simply nodded. In less than a second, he grabbed her again by the hips and slammed his penis against her vagina. Her exhilarated labia graciously parted for the cockhead as the rest of her body shuddered from sensation. Her nerves danced as the cock disappeared inside of her inch by inch, their gaze never breaking as she sucked on her bottom lip. His pace slowed as more and more entered, the heftiness of the nice sized cock pushing at her muscles. Gasps and moans escaped her lips as the cock wedged in, Scott's balls leaning against the edge of the table as Gwen realized the cock was fully sheathed inside of her.

The two shared eye contact as Scott solemnly held his stance for nearly a minute. This was the closest that they had ever been both metaphorically and physically. Gwen grabbed his shoulders, the strained look on her face displaying adequately the various processes now occurring in her body. He took a moment to take the sight of her in and really feel her body in the moment, recording the event for all time in his brain. Then, with an ease, he pulled back. He then slammed forward immediately, the entire cock filling Gwen up again in a fraction of the time.

Gwen's body bucked forward as she grunted, her body hitting against Scott. This time, there was no long pause. He pulled back and plowed forward in no time causing Gwen to jerk back and knock over the watering can. Scott grabbed Gwen's ankles and lifted them up. "Straddle," he said, simply.

He used the instance to loosen some buttons on his shirt, his own brow full of sweat. Gwen stared at his glistening chest as she hooked her ankles around each other, squeezing. "Good garden girl." He then slammed forward again, her groans very audible and high pitched. Scott did not pull all the way out, instead keeping most of his cock in. He started to jab her with precise movements, rolling her hips as he pushed her back against the wall. "Take it, garden girl slut."

Gwen shut her eyes as her groans become very frequent, each sound coated in joy. Within a few minutes, she figured out how to straddle him properly, matching the rhythm of her movements with his. She gripped the edge of the table, sweat now forming on her. The jagged movements became more fluid as the two worked together. One of Scott's hands found its way to her breasts, groping them through the dress. The other rested against her clit, massaging it as he prodded his cock inside of her.

Scott paused again, grabbing Gwen and wrapping her in his arms. "I am really going to take you now, garden girl. Prepare yourself." Gwen gasped in response, feeling the jabs hit her a little faster. Then, they hit a little harder. Then, a LOT harder. Her breath became jagged, her noises boisterous as Scott's hips started to piston. She lost control of her own movements, dropping her legs and then gripping Scott's back. Scott grabbed her in turn, really pounding deep her in an intense barrage.

"Oh, fucking FUCK, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuck, FUCK!" Gwen screamed, embarrassed by the banality of her sounds when they echoed across the greenhouse. Her head was on his shoulder as Scott found her g-spot. Now, he was focusing on that, causing her eyes to pop open as she really groaned. "Yes, yes, YES! Do it! Take me! Fucking TAKE... ME!" Scott was not done yet it seemed, but Gwen could not hold back. The orgasm came upon her quicker than any in memory, her body quaking quickly. She let out a series of victorious moans as she felt her juices spill out over the counter and against the penis, the pleasure filling every inch of her form.

That seemed to be enough to motivate Scott. "You have been taking birth control, right?" Gwen was in a daze, coming down as she nodded. And with that, she felt the first of a long torrent shoot inside of her. The warmness splashed upon her inner labia with a second and third spurt to follow. Each spurt became less thunderous as Scott stood there, shuddering and shaking, letting loose inside of her. He slumped back after the last shot, the pair of them breathing heavily in unison.

Gwen looked down, feeling the warm cum roll down her legs. There was a puddle of the wet goo there, leaking out of her onto a shiny glaze of her own biological output. Gwen swallowed as she regained her breath. Scott's smirk returned to him as he reached down and patted her on the head, almost as if she was a puppy. "Good, garden girl. Good slut. You don't mind being called a slut, do you?"

Gwen rubbed a hand on his face as she slowly came back down to earth. "I think that word is pretty apt at this point."

Scott's smirk grew wider as he grabbed her hat, placing it back on her head. He then picked up her panties, dangling them in front of her. "Then you don't mind if I hold onto these as a keepsake then?"

Gwen mirrored his smirk. "I would be honored." Scott laughed at that. He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the counter. The cluster of sperm slid upon her hips, some of it rolling onto her ass and more of it down her legs.

"You still have a lot of work to get done today, garden girl." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Then, she leaned over straight in front of him, her ass right at him as she picked up the watering can, some cum oozing from her. He couldn't help but to give her a quick spank.

Gwen smiled as she stood up. "Well, you know I love to work," she cooed as she walked to the sink, sighing joyfully as some cum rolled down her right leg.

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-Present-

Gwen sat in her car for a few minutes processing the situation. The night prior gave her a chance to calm down and reflect on the situation. She decided to trust Scott. The sun stalked her from overhead and she wondered what the day had in store. She mused on what punishment would be bestowed and if all of this would ever make any sense.

Exiting the car, she trudged into the backyard, noticing that Scott with already surveying the plot of land, a box next to him. The fact that the land was once again back to basics irritated Gwen less than it had. There was some greater purpose and the idea that said purpose was truly sinister was highly unlikely.

Gwen stood beside Scott, looking over the brown dirt. "Round four, I guess?"

He smirked down at her. "Well, someone is far less grumpy today. That's good, because you need to make up for yesterday's work. Open the box."

Gwen stared at the man incredulously. She leaned down and pried open the top of the box. The sunlight penetrated the opened box revealing what seemed to be green shoes. As she pulled them out, she realized yes... they were a pair of four inch heels. "You want me to garden in heels?"

Scott stared down at her with a glare of curiosity, wondering what her reaction would be. "I want you to garden in nothing BUT heels. Cloths in the box, garden girl."

Gwen stood there for a good minute, staring at the heels. This made things far more obvious. She had a boyfriend now and had a business... and the commitment she mad to Scott was years ago. Of course, she also was shocked to realize that midway through her deep musings on what to do, she had already taken off her shirt and put it in the box. With a sigh, she reached for her sports bra and put that in the box as well. Her breasts flopped out, her small pink nipples illuminated in the morning light. Her brain shut off as she kicked off her tattered work shoes, unbuttoning her pants and kicking them into the box. Finally, she rolled the panties down her legs while she was bent over, finishing off her task.

Scott smirked down at her, rubbing her shoulders gently. She now stood right in front of the plot, in the center of the yard, in absolutely nothing. Her breath was ragged as the sunlight washed over her bare form, shining upon her skin. "I am glad you still trim down there like I taught you. Now put on your uniform."

She nodded with hand obedient expression on her face. She sat next to the wheelbarrow, the moist grass tickling her ass. She slid the heels on her feet, having Scott help to stand her up. She stood in nothing but the heels as he handed her the hoe. "Now, I will be watching you work as I have been the last few days. Please, just get the whole field done. Not perfect. Quantity over quality."

Gwen's brain still raced too fast to concoct words. She nodded solemnly. Scott leaned down and kissed her head, taking the box of cloths with him as he left in his car. Gwen turned to the once again empty field. With the hoe, she walked onto the bumpy soil, balancing on her heels. The unsteady ground made movement far from easy, causing Gwen to almost trip within her first few steps. After a few minutes, she adapted to walking on the dirt in the heels. With the first hard swing of the hoe, she slipped and fell into the dirt. Obviously, this was literally going to be a down and dirty exercise. Thus, Gwen treated it as such. Instead of the careful planning of the last few days, there was just raw work. She quickly learned how to handle the hoe without falling over, though each slam made her breasts wiggle like mad. She focused on making sure that the entire plot would be tended to, be it haphazardly. When she fell into the dirt, Gwen just crawled to her next objective, treating her situation with pure veracity. Her knees and legs as well as abdominal area became quite filthy and dirty as she tended to the plot.

By midday, she had enough holes to cover the entire garden. She grabbed the bag of seeds, curling them against herself as if walking a tightrope. As she past each prepared hole, she threw down a seed or two. This was a quick step with all of the seeds in the ground in no time. When done, she playfully threw the seeds aside, actually laughing as they spilled out all over the ground.

For time's sake, she crawled to each hole. The sun's might beat down upon her, caking her in sweat along with the dirt as she manually covered each hole while on her knees. Time moved at a dependable pace, but Gwen didn't care. The activity proved to be beyond exhilarating and almost nostalgic. She grabbed the watering can, singing to herself as she made a visit to each new nest of seeds. Each time, she bent over and poured enough water to feed her little hungry friends, aiming her ass at a camera each time she bent. She slipped a few times, but managed not to fall.

When all the major tasks were done, Gwen leaned against the hoe, holding it in her right hand, surveying her rather messy garden. The state of it made her laugh. The garden looked like it was planted by a drunken bear, but the entire thing was tended to.

Ah, excellent," Gwen heard Scott say. She turned around to greet him.

"Well, see? I can finish things," she cooed.

Scott took the sight of the garden in. The whole thing looked like a slobbering pile of dirt, but there was an earnestness to it that was apparent. He then turned his attention to Gwen, basking in the bright smile on her face. She had a thin layer of dirt on her, some of it caked down her legs, on her sides, and around her breasts. Her green heels featured dirt spilling from the sides, her hair also showcasing clumps of mud throughout it.

"I guess I just needed inspiration," Gwen giggled.

Scott smirked. "The reason I am so late is that I wanted to inspire you."

Gwen perked an eyebrow. "It's late? I have no fucking idea what time it is."

Scott laughed, pulling something out of a bag. "Well, you seemed discouraged about your recent luck as well as working for me again, but I hope you remember now that you are more important to me than work. No matter what you do and how you do it, I will always appreciate you to the highest degree." In his hand was a large bright orange carrot. "I went and grabbed this carrot from your old workspace before they removed it."

He approached her, Gwen's eyes intense upon him. "Do not feel shame. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He brandished the carrot, holding it firmly in his hands. "You grew this yourself through your skill, hard work, and intelligence..." he then penetrated her labia with the tip of the carrot, causing Gwen to shudder a bit, her body shaking, "...which all belong to me, if you recall." Gwen tilted her head back as he worked the carrot into her, using his free hand to massage her clit. The strange texture of the vegetable rubbed against her insides roughly, but the work of both of Scott's hands made Gwen's vagina adjust wonderfully. The lowering sun filled her eyes as the carrot journeyed deeper and deeper into her until just the base and leafy end stuck out. "Ah, looks like I planted you now."

Scott gripped her ass, working the carrot from the base as he used the positioning to focus on pleasing Gwen's clitoris. "You diligently grew this from seedling to a fine specimen. There is no shame in being yourself... doing your work. I do need you. Not some employee. Specifically you." Gwen groaned out, the carrot poking her as he spread the inner labia, her breath growing heavy as she writhed and quaked. Scott pulled the carrot out a bit, gripping it firmly as he tightly held onto her ass, moving at a thundering pace. "Yes, christen this ground with your own juices, dear garden girl. Show nature that you can tame it."

With a loud, glorious groan, Gwen trembled and came like old times. The juices spilled onto her messy garden plot, the low sunlight causing each squirt to glisten like a beautiful rainfall. She leaned after she was done, spreading as the carrot was removed from her. The vegetable shined as well, soaked in Gwen's own womanly juices. She panted a bit, starring at it. Scott grabbed her head and had her stare him in the eyes as he raised it to her lips. "Now, why not sample your hard work?" She spread her lips as he placed the carrot inside of her mouth. Se tasted her distinct flavor upon the natural sweetness of the carrot, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing. He kept feeding her the meal as she happily chewed, processed, and ingested each bite.

"Thank you. I was famished. I haven't eaten all day," Gwen chirped out.

Scott smirked as he ran a hand through her hair. "Well, I am glad I could help... though I must say, I do miss your shorter hair. It is summer after all. That doesn't mean it looks bad, though. Speaking of which, your wonderful significant other is probably wondering where you are, so why not take a quick shower and head home?"

Gwen bowed a bit in a gracious way. "Well, the hospitality is appreciated."

Scott gave her ass a good spank. "And when you get home, I want you to give your boyfriend a really good fucking as a treat."

Gwen stared at him for a long moment. "So I can remember that he can't fuck me even a tenth as good with his cock as you can with a carrot?"

Scott smirked. "See? You are still a quick learner."

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~Past~

It was late July and work was as busy as ever for Gwen. Scott was a busy man, preparing everything he needed for the new year such as ordering new equipment as well as looking for additional assistants. Gwen, always the diligent aid, was happy to assist, even if her knees ached a little afterward.

The first Saturday of August turned out to be quite the shocker and stunner for the young botanist-to-be. Gavin had caught her off guard to say the least. The event left her in a daze, her head spinning and her thoughts splintering in a million different directions. Upon arriving at work on that Monday, Gwen was a bit annoyed that Scott noticed her outfit and not... other things.

Scott smirked, staring up from his microscope. "I am surprised it took you this long to wear overalls. They seem so fitting for you." He chuckled to himself returning to his microbial observation.

Gwen stared at the man, one hand folded into the other. She studied him for a good while, her gaze almost blank as if she was drowning in a sea of thoughts.

"So, when are you going to start work, garden girl?" the man asked smugly. Gwen snapped back to reality. Usually, the more... personal things happened after Scott asked for them or near the end of the workday. On this afternoon, Gwen walked straight to him and fell to her knees. To his surprise, she unbuckled his pants without a word, pulling down his boxers, grabbing his penis, and sliding it between her lips.

Scott smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Well, someone is amorous today," he chuckled, peering into the intense green orbs of hers and feeling suddenly out of place. She arched her back, sliding the limp cock against her tongue, feeling the muscles pulsate and stiffen. Scott groaned as he grabbed her head with both hands. Gwen reached up and started to work the base of the cock with her hand. "What... what is that?" he asked, gaze fixated on her finger.

Gwen removed the cock from her mouth, staring up seriously. "You know what it is." The diamond on the ring was rather small, but it shined in the sunlight.

Scott grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pulled her to the feet. "What is going on?"

"Gavin proposed to me," Gwen explained. "So, I said okay."

Scott pulled up his pants and re-buckled him, staring at Gwen, dumbfounded. "Why on earth did you say yes?"

Gwen looked back defiantly. "And why wouldn't I? He is nice enough."

Scott scratched his head, for once, at a loss for words. "But you are so young... and you don't seem to like him that much... and we..."

Gwen casually turned away from him, grabbing the watering can and filling it in the sink. "My mother married younger than me and I make my own decisions without any need of your approval."

Scott just starred at his assistant, not sure what to say. "After the whole boyfriend and girlfriend debacle... why would you marry the man?"

Gwen did not look at him as she filled the can. "You are the one who can't understand that whole thing. I am perfectly fine with it."

"But... what about our activities?"

Gwen sighed as she carried the watering can over to a hungry plant. "And this shouldn't affect them. If you can recall, I just kind of had your dick in my mouth. You are the one who stopped that, not me."

Scott walked to her, his tone plain. "So, you have no problems cheating on the man you are now engaged to?"

"I haven't had that problem for a while." She then stared straight at him. "And who is being flippant now? What happened to being direct?"

"Well.. I..."

"You didn't want to date me, which is fine. You were okay with what we were doing before when he was just my boyfriend, but now that he is my fiancé, this is all alarming and wrong."

"That is very childish," Scott sneered.

"Or MAYBE, king of honesty, I just want to hear you say that you don't like this engagement thing... that you may actually be jealous."

Scott clenched his teeth. "And you want me to be your 'boyfriend?' To go on dates with you and such, like this man does? This man who you claimed on multiple occasions bores you and doesn't excite you in the slightest."

"Of course not! I have a brain. That is not you. You don't need to tell me a million times, LIKE YOU HAVE, for me to know that fact."

"Then what?"

Gwen stared him straight in the eyes. "There are more types of relationships than just a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a husband and a wife and any combination therefor. If you didn't have such commitment issues, you wouldn't be so blind!"

Scott stared at her oddly, not sure what her point was. "Such as?"

"Such as..." Gwen swallowed, looking at the ground as she mumbled, "... you are found of calling me your slut these days..."

Scott stared at her still, processing what she was insinuating. "Are you suggesting.." He trailed off without answering.

Gwen sighed loudly, slamming down the water can. "My god! You act so high and mighty like you are soooo more mature than me, yet you are so nervous about this? Yes, I would submit to you. I would be your sex slave or fucktoy or sex buddy or however you would want to define it. That kind of relationship sounds appealing to me while the one I am in with Gavin is horrifying. After all we have done and how you have opened me up... in both metaphorical and LITERAL ways... I think we should discover what a relationship between us is like."

Gwen stopped her rant, flaring her nostrils. Scott was now the one to turn pale, staring at her blankly. After a minute of this, Gwen rolled her eyes. "You know what... just go back to your cluttered head space and I will go back to trying to be a being normal human."

Wordlessly, Scott moved back to the microscope, peering into it like nothing happened. Gwen stared back at him with a mix of contempt and hurt as she returned to watering the plants.

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-Present-

Gwen couldn't help bursting into laughter as she looked at the plot of land when she arrived the next day. Scott just let her laugh; in his mind, the reaction was bizarre. She gripped her side as she looked over the messy garden. "Seriously? You seriously destroyed my last three perfectly fine gardens, but left this hot mess?"

Scott raised his eyebrows. "I guess I am glad I have made you laugh."

Gwen wiped some tears from her eyes as she stood up straight. She wore a short yellow sundress and a large hat. "So, what the hell am I doing today?"

Scott patted her on the back. "Today will be your last day working here. Starting next week, I will be using you properly in the greenhouses and at my office. Your job today though is to turn this back into the original plot of dirt like I did three times before."

"I guess I haven't been the only one working on this ridiculousness," Gwen chuckled. "I can't let you show me up, though. I can take care of this."

"Actually, I arranged my schedule in such a way this week that would allow me to stay with you all day," Scott informed, smirking as always.

Gwen rolled her eyes playfully as she bent over to pick up the hoe. "Great, so I'll have you up my ass all day."

Scott reached down and hiked up Gwen's skirt. To his delight, there were no panties in sight, Gwen's bare ass shining in the sunlight. "In truth, I didn't necessarily plan on fucking you there today. Though I must say, the ass in question does look as exquisite as always."

Gwen let Scott grope her ass as she arranged the tools. "I am sure you saw plenty of it yesterday over your live feed. The camera thing is borderline creepy, by the way."

Scott laughed as he gave Gwen's ass a good swat causing her to drop the shovel she picked up. "My goal in life is always to be creepy enough to entice, but with aims not to cross over into the threshold of being disturbing."

Gwen finally stood up straight, leaning her body into his. She felt a distinct bulge in his pants rubbing against the exposed curves of her ass. "I guess I may be disturbing for how much I enjoyed rolling around in the dirt yesterday." Gwen paused as she reached back and rubbed at Scott's bulge through the fabric. "In fact, I am unsure why I was resistant to work with you. Becoming your fucktoy is one thing I will never regret."

Scott grabbed Gwen's wrist and slid her hand into his pants. She felt his dick directly against her palm, the shaft growing harder and harder. "The distance that grew between us is something that just happens to close people on occasion," Scott mused. He guided Gwen's other hand to the button of his pants. "You moved away to earn your master's degree and if you recall, we made it work for a time. Then, I started my business and we had fewer opportunities to see each other. Not to critique, but I must say I do find it interesting you chose to take in a boyfriend."

Gwen unbuckled the pants and pulled them down. She turned to face Scott as she gripped his cock in her hand. She tugged at it methodically as she stared the man in the eyes. "You know I'm practical. The rent on his place is fair and he is all right in bed. Still, I always knew he was just a placeholder for you." She stopped working the cock long enough to lift up her hand and spit in her palm. After her hand was sufficiently lathered, Gwen casually returned to her handjob duties. "Deep down, I knew I'd find my way back to you. I think that is why I moved back here instead of a thousand other places."

"Was he concerned when you told him you'd be working for me?" Scott asked, focusing on the feeling of Gwen's hand on him.

Gwen smirked. "I told him that we were good friends. I just conveniently forgot to inform him that you owned my body and soul."

Scott tilted his head back as Gwen picked up the pace of her movements. "That is wonderful to hear. Rest assured, you no longer have to live with that man. You can move here whenever you're ready."

Gwen's smile beamed as she used her free hand to massage Scott's balls. She slowed the motions of her primary hand in order to give Scott a series of sensual pulls. "That sounds great! You'll probably see me here tomorrow then. On Saturdays, Mark tries to cook. I have learned to dread Saturdays." Gwen bent down and slid the cockhead between her lips, picking up the pace of her hands yet again. She could feel Scott's balls throb in her grip.

Scott placed a hand on her head as he grunted. "Don't worry. I still know how to cook."

The dick trembled between Gwen's lips signaling to her that it was about to erupt. She pulled back and pointed the instrument at her ass. She looked down and saw a cascade of semen splash against the exposed flesh. The warmness of the cum contrasted to the natural heat of the sunlight, the concoction of sensation proving to be delightful. She scooped a bit up with her finger and slid it between in her lips, rolling it between her cheeks.

"I think we should get started," Gwen giggled. As she walked forward, the sperm gracefully glided down the contours of her ass cheek.

"I see you still have your delightful work ethic," Scott chuckled. "We'll work until about a quarter of the field is clean and then I will fuck your sexy body with the wooden end of the hoe. Sound like a plan?"

Gwen sucked her bottom lip and nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds delightful."

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~Past~

The morning was surprisingly cold for an August day. Perhaps, the weather was being sympathetic to Gwen's disposition. Scott and she had bouts of tension before, but Gwen failed to see how this particular hurdle could be overcome. She felt she finally put herself out there completely and was soundly rejected.

She laid in bed lazily, not caring that she was at least two hours late for work. There was no need to go in anymore. This was the final straw. The thought of not working in the lab anymore made her brain feel strangely numb, her eyes blankly gazing at the yellowed cracked walls of her temporary apartment. Within a few weeks, she planned to move in with Gavin. That idea made her mind feel even number.

The knock on the door sounded like booming thunder to Gwen. The noise brought her back to reality, making her realize she did not change out of her sleeping cloths yet. She assumed the visitor was Gavin. She opened the door and was shocked to see Scott standing in front of her. Immediately, she slammed the door. The thing did not shut though. Instead, the wood slammed against Scott's foot, causing him to yelp. Gwen had to stifle an urge to smile at that.

Scott seemed nervous and he had good reason to be. He stood in the doorway as Gwen glared at him. "Get out," she sneered, brandishing a hairbrush as a weapon.

Scott approached Gwen slowly, for once unsure what to say. Despite her 'weapon', Gwen did not attack as Scott walked in front of her. He stared down into her eyes. He looked at her for a few moments, obviously searching for the right words to say. "You were completely right and I was completely wrong," he confessed. "There are no excuses I can make. I have been completely wrong in handling how much I want you."

Gwen dropped the hairbrush in shock. The last she thing could have ever fathomed was her boss admitting so boldly to complete wrongdoing. Her stunned expression did not change as she stared up at the man.

"I hope I did not damage things between us too greatly," Scott choked out meekly. The man was actually... nervous.

Gwen loosened her posture and crossed her arms. "You came close to destroying our relationship completely."

Scott nodded, obviously unsure on how to handle himself or what exactly to say. "I do realize this. I have also come to terms with my own hypocrisy. For the past year, I have told you to be honest with me and though you do take some coaxing, you have kept your end of the bargain. On the other hand, I have not. I have never directly told you how I feel, foolishly believing that you would reject me outright, that you would find my relationship ideas strange and insulting." Gwen plopped down onto the edge of my bed and rolled her eyes. "Wow. You're human. What a shocking revelation. I guess I'm not the only one with confidence issues, huh?"

Scott ran a hand through his hair as he nodded. "You are an amazing and intelligent woman, so I assumed you would be uninterested in my advances."

Gwen wrinkled her nose at that statement. "If I am so amazing and intelligent, then why not trust me to be a fucking normal adult and make my own decisions?"

"I agree," Scott remarked. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out an oblong white box. "I apologize greatly for being so foolish." Gwen took the box and opened the top. Inside was a cute pink leather collar. In the center of it was a beautiful violet flower made out of mineral stone.

Gwen peered at the collar for an extended period before resuming eye contact with Scott. "What does it mean if I choose to put this around my neck?"

"It means you submit to me," Scott explained candidly. "It means that I won your body. Let me explain submission-"

"Don't explain to me what submission is," Gwen interrupted. "I researched what submission signifies months ago, even before we started to fool around together. It means as an intelligent and independent woman, I choose to hand over myself to you. We are on the same page ideologically, correct?"

Scott seemed genuinely anxious and far more human and fragile than Gwen had ever seen. "That is correct. We think the same on this issue. I hope you know that you can trust me. I will never force you into anything that you don't want to do. Also, I-"

Gwen interrupted Scott again, but this time, not by words. She put the collar around her neck with a smirk on her face. Scott's eyes widened as his words trailed off. It took a few seconds for reality to sink in. Then, almost if by magic, his confident posture returned to him.

"First thing to do, garden girl," Scott said, "is to take that hideous monstrosity off your finger."

"Yes Sir," Gwen chimed obediently, quickly removing the engagement ring from her hand, casting it to the side carelessly.

"Good girl," Scott complemented while grabbing Gwen's shoulders and standing her up. "I like being called Sir and Master, but you don't need to do it all the time. That would feel too forced and stuffy. One of the things I love about you is your casual earthiness."

"Love?" Gwen parroted with a devious grin on her face.

"Yes, I love you garden girl," Scott confessed. "Is that so surprising?"

"I guess not," Gwen shrugged casually with an impish look still on her face.

There was a brief pause. "Traditionally, one returns the sentiment if it is expressed," Scott instructed.

Gwen smirked. "Well, I don't know about that... yesterday sucked pretty bad."

Finally, Scott's classic smirk appeared on his face. "What have I gotten myself into," Scott sighed.

"Into my body," Gwen cooed, running a hand up Scott's thigh, "Sir."

Scott's eyes sprung to life as he pulled a small tube out of his pocket. "Yes, I had something very specific in mind to celebrate the advancement in our relationship. I plan on fucking you in the ass. Am I correct in assuming you have never had anal before?'

Gwen's eyes bugged and her heart skipped a beat at the casual reveal of the day's planned activity. "Yeah. That is something I have never tried before."

Scott ran a comforting hand through Gwen's hair. "There is no reason to be scared, garden girl. I am quite experienced with it and promise not to hurt you. I know the act is not for everyone."

Gwen steeled herself, a confident gleam forming in her eyes. "What kind of fucktoy would I be if I didn't try it?" She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Scott on the cheek. "I trust you... and I love you," Gwen confessed with a blush.

Scott swooped down and gave Gwen a hard kiss on the top of her head. He then peeled away her sleeping pants and removed her top. His hands gave both tits a nice grope before gently turning Gwen around and bending her over the bed.

Gwen let out her first yelp as she felt something cold against her asshole. Her sphincter muscles clenched at Scott's fingers, the sensations shooting through her body already quite unique. Her upper body trembled, but it was quake of excitement, laced with a bit of trepidation. In her mind, this act was the final frontier.

Scott placed a phallic pink vibrator in her hand. "Use this if it starts feeling too extreme," he instructed. He then placed a ball gag into her mouth. "And this is so you don't bite your tongue. Ready my lovely slut?" Gwen simply pursed her lips against the gag in her mouth and nodded.

Immediately, Gwen felt Scott's cockhead push against the tight confines of her asshole. She gripped her bed roughly, arching her back by instinct and pushing her ass more towards her new Master. After a minute of resistance, Scott managed to worm himself inside of the entrance to her rectum. Gwen's eyes widened as far as they could, her squeals bouncing off the ball in her mouth. Scott pulled out of her, a sting still in her ass, but the muscles there relaxing. The reprieve was short because within mere seconds, Scott pushed into her asshole again.

The man proceeded to do this six more times. With each push, the asshole loosened more and more, allowing for less resistance during the next push. During the eighth entrance into her ass, Gwen realized she was used to the initial advance. She bucked and screamed less during this instance. Confident that she was open enough to continue, Scott grabbed Gwen's shoulders and pushed deeper into her.

There were numerous sensations occurring in Gwen's lower body. First, there was the tension of her asshole that gleefully squeezed the shaft of Scott's penis. Secondly, there was the cockhead which pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust. Third, there was the throbbing of Scott's balls against Gwen's thigh. Fourth, there was the element of pain, which honestly, Gwen expected to be more severe. Her nerves did scream, but the sensations felt more awkward than outright painful. Finally, the fifth element surprised her the most. Scott's slow and methodical movement sent tremors straight to Gwen's pussy, making her beyond wet. It was an indirect kind of pleasure, but a pleasure all the same.

Scott moved slowly, driving himself deep into Gwen's tightest hole. The spongy innards of Gwen's inner ass constricted around his manhood, gripping it earnestly. With a tender grip on her shoulders, Scott pushed back causing more tremors to rush through the woman's form. Her breasts shook as her entire body writhed, twitching at points. She used one hand to grip the bed and used the other to firmly grasp the vibrator. Using all the energy she could muster, Gwen reached down and pressed the quaking plastic against her clitoris.

That action proved to have far reaching effects. Her body thrashed upon Scott, the indirect pleasure now overwhelming the pain. In fact, the two forms of stimulus mixed, creating a hurricane of rapturous fury through her body. Scott started to work his cock faster in response, Gwen's eyes glazed over with this bizarre bit of bliss.

Within a minute, Scott began to throttle her asshole. "Bask in it, slut," Scott groaned. "Revel in this new experience." The quickened pace did bring up the pain level, but the vaginal gratification managed to still win out over uncomfortableness. Her asshole loosened further as the cockhead drilled into Gwen's tender innards, her nails DIGGING into her mattress. She looked back, her eyes glimmering with both lust and awe.

Then, without much warning, Gwen's cunt exploded, juices splashing down onto her yellow linen sheets. She couldn't hold it back even if she tried. Juices cascaded out of her like a waterfall, spilling down her legs and onto her feet. The intensity of the orgasm rocked all of her muscles and bones, her wails loud, even against the gag. It took a while for the climax to subside, her nerves feeling numb afterwards.

Despite the general bodily tiredness, Gwen still felt a very sudden and warm burst deep within her ass. It felt like a miniature balloon exploded within her tight canal; warm shrapnel shooting all over her inner rectum. Scott leaned in as he came, unintentionally forcing Gwen down onto the bed. One of the weirdest feelings happened to be when Scott pulled out of her, some cum leaking out with the exit. This sent a unique shudder through her body, her tight asshole clamping shut immediately. Sperm rolled down her taint and hit the bottom of her pussy.

Scott collapsed onto the bed next to Gwen. He reached over and removed the gag from her head. She breathed heavily, but still smiled. Her body still trembled and felt numb, but she also a wave of contentment bubbled inside of her. "Should I be disturbed that I liked that so much?"

Scott ran a hand up her side as he laughed. "Well, this is just day one. I would fear the future if you were disturbed already."

Most of the muscles in Gwen's body did ached, but it was a weirdly satisfying soreness. She managed to sit up, her ass understandable tender. "I guess I have an engagement to call off," Gwen sighed, not looking forward to that.

"If it helps any garden girl, I plan on treating you to a very fancy meal tonight," Scott admitted, hopping to his feet.

Gwen looked up with mischievous eyes careful not to fully sit on her ass just yet. "For dessert, can I ride your cock?"

Scott laughed before giving Gwen another hard kiss on the top of her head. "Not only can you, but I insist that you do."

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-Present-

It was a lovely Saturday afternoon which made Gwen slightly sad that she spent most of the morning indoors at the hairdresser's. Still, one look in the mirror confirmed that the time was not wasted. Her new haircut was quite cute, reaching down to just above her ears and down to her neckline. Scott complimented her longer hair, but this was one of their old rules. Their tradition was short hair in summer and long hair in winter. She twirled about, not having had short hair for over a year.

Mark, her poor boyfriend, was flabbergasted since she walked in the door. First, she did not come home to well past midnight the previous night. Now, she woke up early and had most of her hair chopped up. Well, if that was all too alarming for him, he was really going to hate the next part.

Mark entered the room, his jaw still hanging from Gwen's sudden change of appearance. "Seriously, what the hell is happening with you? You're suddenly so... different. Is there something weird with your boss? I knew that guy was bad news."

Gwen sincerely felt awful for having to do this since Mark was not that bad of guy, just mind numbingly boring. "Yeeeeaaaah... about that, we're breaking up."

The statement didn't register to Mark at first. "Look, I know you think I'm paranoid, but-" And that is when he realized what she said. "Wait, what?"

"I'm really sorry and you have every right to hate me. Hell, it took all of my energy not to do this over a text message, but that would have been horrible. Also, all of my stuff is here and I'm afraid if I did that, you wouldn't give me my stuff." Gwen realized what she just confessed to and put a hand on her face. "I certainly should not have said that. Hey, look at it this way. When you tell everyone about the break up, you have every right to say what a callous bitch I am!"

Mark just stood there, stunned by the news. Gwen took the opportunity to grab her favorite clothes and her pet turtle, Slowpoke, and bring them to her car. Mark stormed at of the house, his complexion quite red. "Aren't we going to have a conversation about this?"

Gwen started to feel even more awful. "There is nothing really to talk about, sweetie. There is nothing you can say that will change my mind. You're a nice enough guy though. I could write you a recommendation later if you wanted."

Mark twitched as he cocked his head to the side. "You'll do... what?"

Gwen thought back to the three hour screaming match that happened when she broke things off with Gavin. That was the last thing she wanted to deal with at the moment. She quickly jumped into her car and started it up. "Okay, well I'll be back at some point for the rest of my stuff. Please try not to burn it out of a need for revenge! And if you burn it, just burn the crappy stuff! Okay, bye!" Gwen put her foot on the gas and sped out of the parking lot before Mark could properly respond.

She sighed while thinking about how that could have gone better. Of course, it could have also gone much worse. Within seconds though, Mark felt like a distant memory. Gwen giggled with excitement at the thought of fully being "the garden girl" again. Despite his faults, Gwen truly did love her Master and best friend and looked forward to being in his service again.

Inverses

 t's late. Very Late. Long gone past the witching hour where everything dirty and depraved has already been done in an alcoholic haze. A drunken stupor of haphazard fuck ups or why not choices that result in shameful walks and endless excuses. I was so wasted. Or I have an early meeting at work. Excuses that gloss across the endless minds of endless impatient stupidity. I am not impatient. I work long and hard for what is mine, and I WILL patiently wait till way past the witching hour for this is my time.

The drive isn't as long as it is in my mind. Though twenty minutes can feel endless after you've worked through a long hard day, as I have. It's late enough that I know that kids are tucked in, and your latest read has been carelessly left in my place on the bed. But this is my time, so even while sleeping, your nice warm and wet body is mine for the taking.

I quietly park, not out of noiseless nerves or neighborly fears. I am as quiet as the night because I am on edge. My keys effortlessly unlock the door, and my stride directly toward the bedroom to take what I've been waiting for. Except I still myself when I see you lying there. Sprawled out in nothing but a T-shirt and skimpy underwear. Your thighs slightly parted and hands spread apart Your sexy slumbering form giving me ideas...

My quiet stride continues as I step toward the closet. Enjoying your helplessness and grinning at what I've prepared for you. After a few silent seconds I bring over some silk straps and tie you down. The slip-nots slide over your limbs easily and as gently as spiderwebs, ensuring you don't wake. Then, when I'm ready, and only when I'm ready; do I place a night mask over your eyes and muffle your mouth with a deep biting kiss.

You scream at my smothering, but I silence you, forcing my mouth onto yours, in a hard reminder that you are owned. It doesn't take long for your blindfolded bewildering noises to turn into a low guttural groan. You strain to reach for more than my kiss, your body trying to pull itself up to mine. But I'm purposely keeping myself inches away from your bound silk reach. Only when your body sighs in futility do I let up, though I take one last hard nip. This time, I draw blood and you hiss at me in needy frustration.

"Let me up. I want you." There is no weariness in your wanton rasp. Your blood is already boiling, but I want to take my time.

"It's late." I remind you and slowly start to tickle up and down your body with slow and steady kisses. I do not take a straight path. I'm enjoying your sightless curiosity and pleasure.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep. It was a very long day, the kids-" I stop being tender, my mouth quickly suckling your clit. Eating you faster, harder and deeper than ever before, till you choke down the quick scream of your first orgasm.

"No." I tell you and kiss you again, letting you taste yourself. "It's late. This is my time now. You forget yourself."

"Yes Daddy." You reply sweetly and this time I reward you. "Mmmm." You taste my fleshy cock on your lips and take me inside as deep as you can. Yet you struggle more than usual. Confused and annoyed at yourself. You've been practicing on your toy just for me, and you know you can do better. "Nnnghy!" Then you feel my tongue on your tender twat and realize it was the angle.

In your sightlessness you hadn't realized I'd swiveled around to eat you out as you swallow me. MMmmm sixty-nine. A double reward you tell yourself as you suckle and bob your head. And when I add my fingers into your cunt, hollowing you out for the fucking you only hope will come, you suck harder and more urgently.

"Slowly." I warn you with a spank of your pussy and you make a mewling noise. Because I know your game. You give the best head, and you know that if you can get me close by being hard and fast? I'll stop and fuck you. "You're a needy slut baby girl. I'll fuck you when I'm ready, not because your horny cunt wants me to."

"Yes Daddy." You reply, but it's still mewling in disappointment. I swat your pussy again, harder this time and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming. I swat it again, waiting for you to answer me properly. "Yes Daddy!" You squeal and since I'm feeling forgiving I let you off the hook...for now.

Gently, you now take your time, as I do. Both of us steadily build a buzz of licking playing sensation. Till we are close, both so very close to that lovely slow burning orgasm that beats between us. And you're waiting. Eagerly waiting for me to explode in your mouth as you explode in mine, not caring that you haven't been fucked yet, your mouth whorishly begging to taste everything you've earned. Except you tried to cheat earlier, and you deserve what I decide to give you.

With my lips on your clit and two fingers diving in your throbbing pussy, I take my freehand and play with your tender and tight asshole. It's a sudden rush of pain and pleasure that pushes you over the edge. This time your orgasm is screaming all around my hard cock, and I have to hold myself in. Fuck. Every quake of you cumming shakes around my member. But I make the rules here and wait till you're done to release you.

Your body is at war with your whorish wants. Your mind quibbling over the cum it ached to eat, while your body quivers in the quaking afterglow of your orgasm. You hardly even know what's going on till I'm inside you. Adding one sensation onto another as I hammer away, claiming your cunt. Fucking what's mine.

"Oh God YES" you groan as I pick up a rhythm. "Fuck Me Daddy.Take that pussy!" you squeal in delight and this time I kiss you gently. You're finally being a good girl. "Yes Daddy. Fuck me, Fuck Your Slut."

"Good girl." I grunt as your hips swivel and pump into mine, knowing just what I like.

"Thank you Daddy!" You moan as we start building together, my cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, preparing you for what's coming. And you pick up your pace, pumping yourself harder into me, knowing that when I explode inside, it will push you over that final ledge.

"Good." I grunt and hold for as long as I can, till even I can't take it anymore. "Girl!"

This time you have no words, only a mindless babble. Your body gushing a squirting stream of girl goo around my cumming cock. Until we both collapse in a sweaty heaving mess. Minutes pass till I move, though the way your body feels it could have been hours.

"It's late." I say un-tying you and remove your mask.

"Thank you Daddy." You smile at me, already knowing I want to look you in the eyes while you clean off my cock. You bob and gaze at my sweaty strained muscles, tasting all of tonight's hard work, and knowing that you've been a good girl. Because it's late, way past the witching hour. We've both been working hard all day long, and this is our time.

Tunnel Vision

 She arrived later than she had hoped to and pulled in to the parking lot acutely aware that He was waiting. Not the impression she really wanted to make for the first time she was to crawl, something He had described so eloquently it had stuck in her head for weeks. Quickly, she walked around to the door of a hallway between busy tourist shops that were currently open and quite full and empty offices that were closed. She walked quickly down the dark hall to the last room. He was in the dimly lit office and when she got to the door, He took her bag and said, "Go back."

His simple two words instantly reminded her why she was there. She turned without a word and walked back until she heard Him say stop.

"Get down." He said and she dropped to her knees. He went behind her and shut the door and turned on the lights in the dark hallway. Her knees and hands felt the dirty carpet under them and she waited for Him to tell her what was next.

She could feel him looking at her but she did not look up at Him. She was unsure of what the rules were and did not want to find out the hard way so she patiently waited for instruction. Her body electrified as she waited.

"Pull that skirt up and take those tits out."

She reached down and lifted the skirt of her short striped summer dress up around her large round ass. She was thankful she did in fact opt for panties that day because she kept thinking of the door and the busy main street and if someone were to wander down and see her ass like that, how that might look. A small voice told her she didn't care. She then took her tits out of the top of her dress and let them hang. She felt so exposed and still felt his eyes appraising her, not quite judging but at the same time evaluating.

"You know there are shops on the other side of that door?" He asked as he walked back down the long hallway to his office space.

"Yes, sir." She answered.

"Anyone could see." He reminded her.

She looked up at him through her curly hair that was in her face and nodded. She watched Him walk back down the hallway and waited.

"Come." He said simply. She felt the word in her core though and began the long crawl down to Him. The sand on the rug did not feel good on her knees but, she kept moving toward Him. Her focus on making sure she did not stumble or falter. She knew she would get what she craved if she could make it down this hallway.

She inched past the door of the first business, happy it did not open. Then the second; she could almost hear the sounds of the people as she crawled past with her DDs swinging with each movement and her big ass up in the air. The office door was getting closer and He stood there watching her and she kept moving toward Him and toward what He was offering her. She got to his feet and he told her to go to the spot.

She continued crawling into the room to the mat he had placed in front of a chair. She remained on all fours in the dimly lit room that smelled of old books which only made her mind swirl even more. Her panties were soaked and she could feel them as she waited.

The sound of the door closing was followed by Him coming and standing by her. The anticipation of what was to come had her tingling from head to toe. She saw the belt in his hand at his side and closed her eyes, inhaled, and waited.

"Seven minutes." He said. "Seven minutes late. It's your first time but, we'll start with that."

The belt struck her covered ass. She inhaled sharply as the sting radiated from the impact. She felt it. Knew what she was in that moment; knew why she was there.

"Well, go ahead, count it out loud." He said.

Her body reacted to his words on a primal level. "One." She said in a steady voice as her panties got even more soaked.

The leather belt struck her again, a little harder.

"Two." She said and inhaled deeply. Her mind clearing of everything with the exception of Him and what was coming next. She felt her nipples harden as she waited.

Again, the leather slapped hard against her round ass as she remained on all fours.

"Three." She said wincing a little as the sting intensified. She closed her eyes and felt the pain but found she did not dislike it. Her pussy was aching.

The sound of the leather meeting her ass again broke the silence. "Four." She said and moaned. She was unsure if she was supposed to enjoy this so much or if it was a punishment for being late. Either way...

"Five." The sting intensified. Her ass started to feel warm from the five strong raps of His belt.

"Six." She gasped as that one struck harder than all the others before, but she wanted more. She wondered if he was pleased as he stood there surveying her like this.

"Seven." She whimpered. The belt stung and she knew she was dripping. She waited silently, on all fours for His next command.

She felt his hands tug her panties down so he could see her bare ass. She felt embarrassed yet turned on, wondering if her ass had marks across it. She could feel the sting of them, the burning heat of where the leather had struck her each time. She wondered if her ass looked good but just as she thought about it, she felt His hand.

"Let's see how wet that made you." His fingers rubbed between her wet slit, sliding easily along her pussy lips. She moaned as she felt His fingers inspecting her.

"Mm hmm." She heard Him say. "You're soaked." He said so matter-of-factly. She felt her face flush as if a dirty secret was revealed. As if his confirmation of her wet pussy somehow told the world what a hungry little slut she was in that moment. She closed her eyes as he rubbed her and moaned when He stopped. Her body craved more - more of Him and she waited.

He came around to the chair and sat down, His hard cock now in her face. She smiled. It was what she craved in that moment, to taste Him and please Him. She knew that was what she was there for - His pleasure yet, the belt had given her unexpected pleasure. She felt her pussy ache again as she felt the heat of the belt marks and saw His hard cock. She did not know how much she had needed it until she had it.

"Go ahead and suck it." He said and sat back in the chair to watch her

She remembered he said he preferred no hands so she remained on all fours as she licked His cock. His hand held it so that she could wrap her mouth around it. She slowly slid her mouth down, her soft lips sliding down the length of his thick cock trying to get it all down. She gagged herself on it, both because she knew He would like it but also she liked the challenge of trying to get as much down her throat as she could. She knew she was good at this and wanted to show Him.

"Spread your legs a little wider." He said as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. "You know there's a mirror behind you."

She did not know that and instantly felt nervous, afraid the view was not good enough yet knew too that she would hopefully have Him not concerned with the mirror if she kept gagging her slutty little mouth on His cock. She was hungry for it and focused on how it felt in her mouth, trying to forget his words about the mirror as she continued to feel the sting of the belt lingering.

His cock felt good sliding between her lips and she loved how thick it was as she sucked it down. Her mouth bobbing up and down on it, picking up the pace and trying her best to keep good suction on it. She heard him moan and continued.

"That's it." He said. His words made her pussy tingle and made her suck a little faster. Deeper. Her mouth full of saliva, it started to run down her chin. Her face was getting messy as she lost herself to her task, sucking His amazing cock. She let her drool slide down her chin on to the floor, no longer caring what she looked like. She wanted to taste Him. Wanted to hear His moans as he came in her mouth. That was all she could think of in that moment.

She gagged herself deep on his cock again. The saliva coming out as she choked on his cock. "That's it." He said softly, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing.

She pulled off and went right back down, chin covered in spit, and gagged herself harder on his cock. Her saliva almost coming out her nose, eyes watering. She didn't care what she looked like. As soon as she heard His voice again she knew she was close to getting what she craved. "That's it. Just like that." He said.

She didn't care that her knees ached from being on all fours. She didn't care that she looked like a sloppy mess. She had one task: to suck His cock. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and soon felt His hands on either side of her head. His moans more frequent. She sucked harder, wanting to taste him. He grunted and she went deep on his cock, feeling the first rope of cum shoot down her throat. It made her pussy drip as she swallowed it. His cock pulsed between her lips and she stayed as deep as she could letting him cum down her throat like the little cocksucking slut she was. She pulled off a little and tasted Him. His cum on her tongue, her reward for a task well completed. She moaned with HIs cock inside her mouth and continued to swallow His seed until every last drop was in her belly just as a good girl should.

Tainted Cure

 It is early in the morning and I have been awake for 30 minutes kneeling at your side of the bed, watching you emerge from your sleep. You roll to one side and then the other and recognize my presence. You run your fingers over your face and then stretch your arms and smile gently at me, extending and running your hands through my hair whispering, "Did you sleep well my dear? I hope so, I was gone so late and that cage is uncomfortable."

You prop yourself up on an elbow, hair a seet tangle going everywhere at once, your smile, your eyes seem to shine with a fresh anticipation I haven't seen in weeks. You roll your legs over the side of the bed and stand, headed to the bathroom, but stop and kiss me on the top of the head. There's an easy acceptance. "I adore how you have stayed with me my dear one."

You bring your lips to mine and kiss me deeply your tongue slipping between mine opening my lips and my mouth to yours...we are suddenly kissing as lovers might who had just returned from weeks apart.

"I know it has not been easy...you don't always pick things up, but, you know I love you and think the world of your devotion and tenderness, your lovely words keep me entranced."

You look down and cock your head. "Would you like to taste me this morning...I know it has been a while?"

I nod affirmatively looking up at you...watching you turn your back to me, your full well rounded bottom such a perfect resting place for my eyes....moving my spirit even years now since we have shared our unusual life together. Your panty, on one side has risen into your bottom crack, I watch you pull it out and then turn and wag your finger at me for me to follow. I stand and walk quickly and then kneel again inside the door to the bathroom.

You turn your bottom to the toilet and push your panties to your ankles and then sit quickly, with an urgency and release, your pee splashing loudly and strongly into the bowel. There is something pedestrian about your task that I want inflated with meaning- to feel I've entered an intimate space. I hear your stream cease and you beckon me with your finger, opening your legs and pushing up your pelvis and wet dripping pussy towards my face..."lick me up," you say, "I have all kinds of little tastes for you my boy..."

I move my face between your red and slightly swollen sex lips. I know they've been recently battered by your new friend. I see the small droplets of wetness around your opening and feel your fingers lightly entangle themselves in my hair. Caressing me while I swab my tongue over your waste.

"You are mine you know and I so like having you here with me ...did I say that before my dear one? That I love you my sweet boy."

"But you must also know your place. And I need more, I need more length, I need that powerful masculinity...I need to feel him pumping into me, filling me, taking me, my hands pulling his ass down into me, thrusting."

"I know you understand."

I nod quietly masking a torrent of jealousy that tears through me ...touching my pain and my joy.

My cock thickens despite the strange wire cage it is encased in. Your hand presses my mouth to clean the drops of urine that drip from your sex. I open my lips, my tongue comes out and I lick and lick, taste and swallow and lick ...and lick some more swabbing your opening with my tongue, drinking drops of your salty golden fluid, ...I taste a deeper pungency...the saltiness of sex residue from last night and I press my tongue further into your opening...as far as it will go...licking at the walls, tasting, drinking in this sweet strong intimacy...I close my eyes, embrace the darkness against the smell of your sex, your words are muffed by your thighs, a spasm in your hips, gripping me......it feels as though I am in you..."can you taste him?"

I hear your words and know what you are implying. It doesn't matter. I love you. I am determined. I feel your finger trying to jab into my mouth ...

"Here ...taste this ...taste this...taste him." you have scrapped some dried semen from your thigh and pushed it into my mouth ...I cant taste much...but I have withdrawn...the spell broken, a new one settling over us. You do this too me. You ride me emotionally Intensity is your trump card, you knows it is all in the mind and the heart...my eyes come up to yours.

"You do love me boy don't you? You haven't because of this new direction have you?" I look up at your eyes and meet them steadily, there's a wetness , a sparkle,...an honest appreciation. I choke back my own tears, my throat feeling stuck ...this moment is filled suddenly with an overwhelming sense of understanding. I pull back, the river of words starts flowing in me, they come quickly."

"I love you beyond the word, "love," beyond the feeling Miss...I love you where nothing can touch my love for you ...not you, not another man, not your intercourse with him, not your tongue on his lips or his semen in your cunt or his baby in your belly."

"I love you wholly Miss, beyond how weak I am, beyond how I have failed you, beyond how darkly I have driven myself, and beyond, well beyond, how you make me tremble when I am alone in my cage, surrounded by darkness, your image swelling in me. It is not the ordinary way Miss...I don't want to love you that way...I can not. It is beyond love...the place I wish to love you."

I see your face break into a smile. "My silly boy...your words float around the room like small clouds of rain...you know tonight is a special night."

Yes Miss...I know ...the image of the event causing me to tremble again. You'll need to clean the house and make sure dinner has been ordered and pick it up."

"Yes Miss."

"Tonight will be the first time you will witness your cuckoldry. Eric has agreed to come over. We've talked about it several times. He is a good guy. I like him and I hope you will as well. He's agreed to let you watch and then to step aside so that you may taste the result of our coupling. He is dear to me. Full of power and strength, you will see a genuine tenderness between us ... I want you to observe and take pleasure in it ...feel your jealousy and let it pass. After you clean me...he and I will be going out for the evening. I may have him lock you in the cage, as a sign of your place and his place. I have told him he has my permission to use your mouth as a receptacle. You are to obey him if he attempts."

I shudder and gasp at these last words causing your face to curl into a wicked but unfazed smile. "We plan to go to the Jazz House to dance afterwards, and will probably return to his place for the remainder of the evening. I won't see you again until the morning most likely."

She looks at me sharply. "My boy...you haven't ever gone this far... If you can truly endure this... then I will know you are Mine...and we'll will begin discussing the collar you have asked about."

But this morning I believe you need a distraction to keep your mind focused. Go get the leather paddle and lay over the edge of the bed...it will be appropriate for Eric to see your bottom a nice deep red.

Tri

 Dressed in a short black skirt and a back-lacing corset I've been tightly tied into, along with strappy black heels that lace up the calf accented by red pedicured toes and manicured nails, I am ready to serve You. The doorbell rings.

"Kneel here and wait. Stop fidgeting." I try to contain my uneasy anticipation as I was unaware we were expecting anyone.

She arrives momentarily with a black bag in her hand; all I can see as she walks through the door are her beautiful brunette curls cascading around her head well down her back. She is tall, and opens a long coat to reveal a tight black leather skirt, black leather corset, fishnets and wine red stilettos. She carries herself with an aura of dominance and confidence; with you, she owns the room. She is breathtaking. Refraining from addressing me, she speaks only to you, greeting you, with a few glances and nods in my direction, smiling softly yet with a hint of wickedness. "She looks like she marks nicely." A soft exhale escapes my lips at this, as I love to wear marks. They remind me of the experience, of the reality that I am owned.

Then she speaks to me, "Doll, there is sangria in the kitchen. Be a good girl and bring it to me?"

"Yes..." I look at her, uncertain what her name even is.

"Mistress, Doll." I look at you and you nod your permission. "You are to listen to her as you would Me."

"Yes, Mistress." She smiles.

I find three glasses chilling as well and bring them with the cocktail. I pour us each a glass and hand one to You and one to Mistress. We sit together and sip while making small talk for a little while. Then she picks up a piece of fruit from her glass and holds it to my lips. "Eat." I open my mouth and take it from her, licking her fingers seductively. "Thank you, Mistress." She then puts a piece in her teeth and leans over to me; I take it gratefully and linger against her lips just a little longer than necessary. I revel in being allowed to taste her.

"I think I like you...I want to play," she says. "Let's go downstairs." You lead the way and I down my glass and pour another before following you both. A nice, slight buzz is starting to hit me. I love that.

The moment we enter the dungeon, she goes straight for the rope as my heart flutters. You tell me to undress, and the skirt goes first, revealing a black g-string. I need your help getting out of the corset and you unlace me and it falls to the floor. "Give me your wrists behind your back, love." I obey her immediately without question. You are proud of me for this. She expertly binds my wrists together so effectively that I absolutely cannot wriggle out of it. Perfect. I am led to the bed next, lying on my back as you each tie a foot to posts of the bed. I am blindfolded, as I have a tendency to look around at everything otherwise and you don't want me to see what's coming.

Reaching into the drawer aside the bed, she picks up tea light candles and lights a few- "for ambiance," she claims- letting them burn, before pouncing on top of me, ravishing my lips and biting at my neck, sucking my breasts. I try to compensate for not having the use of my hands with my tongue working overtime. Then you join her, both all over me and each other, a massive melding of breasts, curves and your cock. Three mouths, four available hands explore without limits. Soon enough, the candles are ready and you both drip them strategically onto my breasts, my torso, and lower...teasing me, watching me writhe, then following the wax down my body with ice cubes cooling it. I moan and wriggle when you bring a vibrator to my clit, heightening my arousal. I try to pull away, but I cannot move. I want you. So much it scares me and I try to deny it. Yet I want you incredibly much. But I can't have you yet. You bring me closer to the crest of orgasm, but not quite over the wave. I arch both toward you and away, wanting but wanting to wait and please you as well.

She then takes possession of my mouth as you allow her to touch you, stroke you, as you finger me, bringing you great pleasure. You tell her to stop, to spread her legs, and remove my blindfold. You finger fuck us both as we moan in revelry, locking eyes and then lips, tongues, souls. We devour each other as our pussies pulse around your fingers. You tell her to straddle me, and give me instructions to be Your good girl and show her what I can do. My tongue explores every inch of her available to me, licking her sweetly, and she begins to moan softly. I continue, loving every minute, until she is lost in the throes of orgasm and collapses on top of me. We both rest for a moment, treasuring the feel of our bodies against one another.

You untie my feet and wrists, instruct me to remove the wax from my body as she saunters over to the St. Andrews cross in the corner. I obey you quickly. I am then beckoned by one long finger curling towards her. I walk slowly, wanting to savor the moment as long as possible. She cuffs my wrists and ankles in restraints at each point of the cross and I am wet with anticipation.

She pulls out a long whip from her bag as you sit back and watch in amusement, cracks it in the air near my head. The sound makes me jump and whimper quietly, and the words she speaks next send shivers down my spine. "Will you scream for me, sweetie?" This is difficult for me as I always try to keep quiet, but she wants to push my limits and make me let go and submit completely. "If it is what you wish, Mistress."

"I knew I liked you."

I try to prepare myself, but nothing can prepare you for its kiss. The first bite hits my right shoulder blade, and in spite of myself, I scream slightly without even censoring as I writhe in agony and euphoria. The next strikes just beneath it. Then she begins to crisscross all over my back, my ass, my thighs. I am screaming intermittently with moans now, and after a short time, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's a sharp sting and then heaven...it's delicious pain. Soon, I'm floating in subspace, willing to take anything and more for You or Her. She comes to me and traces the lines across my back with her fingers, then ventures lower between my legs, held apart by the restraints, and teases me until I'm afraid I will cum without permission from you. Sweat beads on my forehead and breasts and I try my best to hold back.

Suddenly, she stops. She unties me, goes to you, kisses you sweetly and brings you over to the bed. I take a sip of my drink and follow you both. She holds my arms tightly, holding me up as she kisses me long and hard, making my knees go weak, as you fuck me with your fingers, I am wetter than you've ever seen me. I'm so far gone and it's lovely. Finally, I get to see your cock and I am allowed to serve you orally. I take you in my mouth and suck you as I did her fingers earlier that evening, but with more passion and vigor. Her hands tangle in my hair as I'm at work and you nibble at her nipples.

She disappears for a moment and it is back to just me and you. I suck with renewed energy, encouraging you, faster and harder, more intense. Lying in the bed, I fuck you with my mouth better than I ever have before. Her presence only intensifies our excitement. She returns with a cock strapped on and as your dick fills my mouth, she penetrates my pussy. You cum in my mouth and I swallow every lasts drop, licking you clean as she continues to fuck me and brings the vibrator to my clit, circling, teasing, not letting me back away when I try to. I look to you, tasting my breasts, and try to speak. Without my asking you simply say, "Yes, Little One, you may cum." My head falls back and I lose myself completely. Soon, wave after wave of the most intense orgasm washes over me. We fall atop of each other, exhausted, merely breathing, no one speaking for what feels like an hour. And then I ask, "Who wants more sangria?"

Noose & Nails

 She followed her Sir into the room. She was wearing a brocade corset, long skirt, and high heels. She was hobbled and walked in small steps giving her pause to ensure she did not fall at any moment.

He introduced her to the Mistress and then he sat in an easy chair to watch. She knew he had high expectations of her and she did not want to let him down, however, she had no idea what was to happen and this increased her nervousness at disappointing him. His displeasure was not to be enjoyed; he was cruel when he thought she had not been all she could be in her pursuit of giving him pleasure.

She stood trembling in front of this beautiful Mistress. The Mistress also wore a tight corset, black and white with lines that brought the eye line directly into her cunt. She wore skin coloured rubber stockings, suspender belt and to compliment her long legs, six inch stiletto heels with steel tips.

The Mistress watched her face for a few seconds, it felt like hours. She wanted to move her eyes away, embarrassed at being examined so intently, but she did not. The Mistress pushed one of her hands down the brocade corset and sunk her fingers into the slave's breast. She dug deeper and deeper into the flesh, watching how the slave tried to control her breathing through the intense pain, tried not to cry out or flinch away as the pain became white hot, piercing through her breast to her stomach and cunt.

The Mistress dove into the other breast and dragged both of them up and out of the corset. Deep red indentations which were already starting to bruise could be seen and pricks of blood from sharp nails glowed on her pale, white skin.

She knelt, as directed, in front of the table. The Mistress brought out two small pieces of wood about six inches across and placed them on the edge of the table. Each piece of wood had rows of six inch nails protruding upwards, tips sharp and glinting, and telling tales of pain yet to come.

The Mistress took a breast in each hand and carefully placed each of them on a bed of nails. Each breast lay easily atop of the nails, there was a slight pricking sensation but it was bearable and not too unpleasant. The Mistress stroked down each breast with her hand. Her fingers grazing over the nipples which became more and more erect with each passing of the hand.

"And now we begin."

The voice of her Sir jarred the silence and brought the slave back into sharp knowledge that nothing yet had happened and already her thighs were soaking wet.

The Mistress picked up a crop and began lightly tapping it on the slaves left breast.

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap."

The rhythm was quick, fast and did not leave time to become accustomed to the sensation before it landed again and again. With each tap the nails on the underside of the breast dug in slightly deeper, causing the slave to close her eyes in order to process the differing pain sensations. The Mistress moved to the right breast and started again

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap."

A small whisper, barely a whimper issued from the slave's mouth which was dry from anticipation, fear, and pain.

"Oh, come now Girl, I have barely started. I thought you wanted to please you Sir; not show him to be a poor trainer."

The slave bit her lip and remained with her eyes closed, shame at letting her Sir down, washing through her.

The tapping stopped and blood began rushing in her breasts, she knew without opening her eyes that red marks from the end of the crop would have made patterns in red all over both breasts.

A few seconds past, she was drifting; she could here the low murmur of voices but could no longer make out the words.

CRASH!!!!

The pain radiated through and around both her breasts instantly. Her eyes flew open, shock and fear etched on her face.

"This is not the time for sub space, I want you here, living, and breathing every element the Mistress wishes to give you. DO NOT vanish in your own head again. Do you understand me?"

His voice was stern, flat, cold and she immediately nodded saying Yes Sir as she did so.

The Mistress picked up the cane again; it was a Masters cane; fat, rounded and heavy. Again it landed heavily across both breasts, jarring the underside into the nails. She felt wetness; was it sweat with fear or blood. She did not know, regardless of the pain she was ashamed, sad and upset she had made him upset with her.

She kept her head back, away from the swishing cane and eyes open. Her hands were glued to the sides of the table with sweat. She pushed her palms down and gripped tightly. Her knuckles were white with the effort of remaining silent, absorbing every element of pain as the cane landed again and again. Six times in total across both breasts. She did not dare to look; the sensations confused her mind red hot sharp needle like pain underside her breasts and heavy dark thudding pain crashing down on top of them. The sharpness flooding into skin and screaming in her brain a second after the cane landed, a sob broke free of her lips and she worked to stifle others, afraid that once she started she would never stop.

Whimpers were very low in her throat and she felt she would not be able to take much more without moving away, screaming, or crying. As she thought the word "crying" silent tears began to pour down her face, unstopping, flooding down her neck and bathing the bruises made by the cane.

The Mistress bent low clamped her fingers around each nipple and pulled upwards. The slave rose, the boards of nails stuck briefly to the underside of her breasts before falling to the floor.

"Show Him."

The slave crawled to her Sir, and presented her breasts to him. He looked at the swelling purple marks from the cane, lifted them and looked at the droplets of blood from the nails, moved his hands over them and finally looked her in the face.

"Bring me the brush."

She crawled over to the metal wire brush and returned to him. Slowly and deliberately he dragged the brush down her breasts, over the swelling and underneath, where just a few minutes before nails had been embedded. He pulled each breast outwards by the nipple, stretching it to give a smooth line to draw the brush downwards.

She bit her lips and remained motionless, the pain intensifying each time it touched a tender area.

Finally he stopped.

"You are wet," He announced, "And we still have much to explore."

Dark emergence Ch.1

 My name is Rhianna, tis not the name I entered this world with, but how my Master calls me. It brings me pleasure to know he named me, gave his treasure a name. I live in a dark land, placed high in clouds of silver mist and rain. Master brought me here as a young girl, nurtured me, watched me grow, taught me his ways and waited as I grew to a woman. My parents were both killed in the last wars of our lands. I was so completely alone and Master took me to save me from the traders who surely would have sold me to the Slave Bonders had they found me. I remember even then the look in his eyes as he lifted me onto the saddle of his horse and wrapped his arms around me. Not a look of lust, no, more a look of promise. He knew what I would grow to become, I think. Oh yes Master is a wise man indeed!

Through my adolescent years he looked quietly on. Shaking his head in dismay at my tantrums…stroking my brow as the tears flowed when I wept for no reason, never judging, never lecturing but always telling me that one day I would become a woman and be loved as no other ever had.

Well…..This brings me to what I wanted to share with you!

It was the First Day of a new Annum and my life had added another year to its list. This was my twenty first year, and my 7th year with Master and even though no-one ever told me I knew that it was a special year, a year in which I gained my womanhood fully. My friends thought me a "late starter"..many of those I walked with as a child now rearing the product of their own seed. Taken and tied by men they knew little of…and cared little for it seemed! As for me, well, I avoided male attention, preferring to sit by Master and listen to him.

Not long after I woke to see the sun peeping round the edge of the dark turret outside my window I heard footsteps approach the bedroom door. The lightest knock came forth " Are you awake my little one?"…Masters voice whispered through the opening. " I am Master…Good Day to you…May the spirits guide your feet today My Lord!" My words flew from my lips like sparks from the fire, I felt so excited and knew not why. Surely not just this Annum Day..no..It was more.

Master entered my chamber. And I looked at him in surprise…Never in all my years had he done that, always asking me to don robes before he entered, I shivered as his eyes fell upon my naked shoulders…and I saw for the first time a new look in his eyes. "Rhianna…. My little one, today you become a woman…No?"…I nodded in acknowledgment. " Yes… it is so..and today you will learn a valuable lesson My little one….for I have longed many years to know you, all of you…do you understand Rhianna?"

I understood…I thought I understood…. I nodded and shook my head all at one time…. Master chuckled and leaned to me, and for the first ever time kissed me as a woman. Not the fatherly peck on the cheek I had known, but on the lips..full and urgent! His tongue licked over my bottom lip and my own followed it craving the sensation of it again. My heartbeat had quickened I could hear it pounding in my ears and was sure Master could hear it too…. Did it please him, I wondered? I realized for the first time how much I wanted to please him at that very moment, and I looked to his eyes, " I want to understand Master…show me…help me please?"

"I will help you My little one…Have I not always been here, your protector, your Master, caring for you in all things?" I knew he had. " Go now to my rooms in the basement - NO!"..He held his hand up to prevent me gathering my robes around me, " you need no robes little one…all others have left us alone today…for your special day of learning. Go as you are - I would see you as a woman now!!…. Hurry" I stood and moved to the door..looking over my shoulder to see the look in his eyes…and oh My Spirits….I had never seen him look like that, so dark and secret! "RHIANNA!" He cried." Do not enter..Wait at the door till I call you!"

I hurried quickly down the stairs…lower and lower, past the kitchens, the Hall and lower still…. I had never dared venture here before…. knowing always it was Master secret place….not for me or any other! Finally I reached the door. Standing there in the torch light I felt a weird sensation…a warmth between my legs, I let my fingers slide over my belly to touch it and it sent fire through me as I did! What a wonderful thing…why did I never find this before…my fingers continued to probe and rub the hard little bud that formed there under those fingers and the wetness flowed from me…. I felt myself begin to float almost, and leaned on the cold wall to support my body…fingers working so much harder…. Seeking I knew not what! But needing to find out what came next in this trail of sensation…. My reverie was broken suddenly by Masters voice… " Rhianna - Come to me little one, I wait for you!" I opened the door…" Welcome" the darkness opened and I saw Masters frame backlit by seven torches placed on the walls around the room. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw more clearly….placed around the room were several large frame like structures, some draped with fine silver chain…others with ropes made of fine silver thread. " This is my special room Rhianna, the day I brought you home I began to build this… in anticipation of this day! All you see around you is for your pleasure and for mine… today I am going to show you love, little one, love a man gives to his woman"…. He moved towards me and wrapped his arms about me kissing my lips like before but deeper, longer and more hungrily. I moaned into his mouth, an animal sound, guttural and low. " Are you ready for me little one?" He said…is finger slid to where my own had played only moments before." Ah, yes, I think you are, have you touched here Rhianna?…did you discover this yet?" I nodded…" Today is yet more new then I understand Master" ..my words hardly even a whisper. I expected him to be displeased…but instead he began rubbing, slowly at first…but with more pressure than my own fingers had given! My legs began to shake, feel weak, and I doubted I could stand much longer..I clung to my Master like a drowning woman to a rock in the storm!

Then he lifted me and carried me over to the first of the frames I saw, there was a soft silky cushion on a platform at its center and four arms extending in a cross shape from the middle.

"Lay back little one..Relax and be still" I did, as best I could…so keen with anticipation, it was not easy!

Master began to stroke my skin, gently, slowly and it made my flesh quiver…even more it made my wetness grow! I longed to touch it..to recapture the feeling Master had given me…my hips began to move back and forth…seeking my hand. Master saw this…" No, Rhianna…. Oh No…. Now it is Masters time… You will not touch!!..Do you understand??"… I nodded, and as I did his hand took my wrist and place it at the end of one of the arms of the frame..I felt it held there by a cold chain… not tight… but firm and secure. Master moved swiftly around me..repeating the process on all my limbs. I was spread before him…Wide and exposed. He Stepped back and looked slowly over me from top to bottom…drinking in the sight of me like fine wine. I wriggled a little, perhaps embarrassed by my exposure but more from arousal under his dark eyes.

"You are beautiful my little pet, my wonderful little one…you know how I love you, do you not?…I have yearned for this day for so long…Waited patiently, and it was not easy Rhianna..Not easy at all…I see the way the young men look at you…. I know how they desire you…and how they would use your wonderful body like an animal!" He shook his head…" I want to possess you little one.to make you completely mine…to own you and to feel you give me all of your self!..Can you understand that…do you know what it is I ask?" I nodded…" then we begin on the most incredible journey my little one… I have never desired another as I do you…"

As he spoke he moved into the middle of the frame…standing between my legs…His fingers touching as they had before…but deeper, moving inside me a little. I gasped and lifted my hips to him and saw him smile. His head descended and I felt the heat of his lips and then tongue as it replaced those fingers on the hard bud of my womanhood…dripping in pleasure of him…He sucked on it..pulling it into his mouth, gripping it with his teeth. Squeals of pleasure escaped my lips…I could not hold them in my mouth, and my hips danced onto his lips..harder and faster than before. His response was to let his tongue enter me now… his nose pressed on my bud. His head shook faster and faster as he sucked…I cried out in ecstasy…feeling new sensations rise within me…..ripples of pleasure rose from my core and I felt my pussy tighten and tremble…he slid his finger inside and I wriggled on it…

" Wait Rhianna…Slow my little one….listen to your breathing..the time is not right!…Wait!!". The sharpness of his words broke my thought…I wondered, had I angered him?….for he turned from me and stepped a little away…But what I saw in that moment was wonderous..the sash binding Masters robe fell to the floor and I looked down his back…hard and muscular…the scars of many wars so clearly etched on his skin. He turned, slowly, and I saw the full length of his manhood revealed against the light of the torches. It was SO hard, so thick, so long and straight and I moaned in anticipation of it. My eyes had given away all my feelings…Master smiled and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock…

" I see you want this little one…Well you shall…but patience my Rhianna!"

He stood there before me stroking his cock with his left hand….his right returning to me…slipping a finger swiftly inside…then another….his thumb rubbing my bud….He worked there in circular movements…teasing me…making me gasp, my eyes never leaving his hand as it stroked his shaft!

He withdrew the fingers a quickly as they entered…and I mourned the loss of them in an instant, but Master moved towards me and the feel of those fingers was replaced by the feel of the swollen head of him pressing at my entrance.

" I will have you now , my pet be ready now.. relax..close your eyes.".

I did and felt his fingers move to my nipples..pinching them hard, and as he did this I felt my body open to him…as he impaled me on his hardness…I cried out…for it hurt me like nothing else I knew!! Master pinched harder on the nipples…and withdrew from me a little…staying there…. Letting my muscles adjust to the assault…His fingers kneaded my breasts, and he leaned forward to suck on my nipples…one by one…I felt the pleasure return to my wet and dripping pussy, and I began to move my hips…seeking his hardness deeply inside me again…but he did not move…letting me work myself to him. I writhed and wriggled harder and harder…feeling the ripples of pleasure return to the core of me once more…

" You are cumming now Rhianna….let it flow…" he said "Let me feel you on me. Make my cock tingle little one!"

I did not know I was screaming…I was lost somewhere between heaven and hell….but I did feel Master slam into me….fully.. not a space between us, and then moving hard and fast in and out, loving me…taking me …possessing me! I felt the spasm rise and jerked against him… on him… around him! My skin burned…my breath seemed trapped in my chest, and I thought in that moment I would surely die. Masters hands played over my skin, stroking me… kneading my muscles. I felt the intensity subside, and him slip from me. My eyes tried to focus, seeing him turn and walk around the frame…to a chain and pulley on the wall…he pulled on the chain and the frame tilted….I found myself tipped a little back. Master moved to my head….reached under my neck and held me there....supporting me. I head a click and he let my head fall backwards to nothing….the frame had gone from my head and it now hung free…I felt the restraints tug at my flesh too…chafing the skin a little. Master looked down at me, leaned forward and kissed me fully…his tongue seeking mine…so much passion, so intense!

" Did you enjoy that feeling little one?" And do you like the taste of your sex?" I nodded both times..." Now it is time you taste my love for you…taste my seed and feed on it!, know I will not hurt you little one. I love you!"…

Again I nodded…parting my lips loosely…my tongue flicking out. Master again began to stroke his cock….taking the head and rubbing in against my lips. My tongue snaked out to lick it as it did....and I heard Master gasp, lightly, I opened my mouth wider, needing to taste more… and lifted my head to suck him deep inside me. As I did Master thrust his hips forward…pressing himself to me…I felt the hair around the base tickle my chin and I felt him buried in my throat. My reaction was to gag, but Master placed his hands, softly, on my neck and soothed the feeling. He now thrust back and forth…I gazed into his eyes, and saw only his love for me. There was no animal within my Master and I knew I was blessed…more than those girls I once knew!

Master worked faster, harder and I matched his pace. Sucking, licking giving him my all, I worked my own body too,,.,hips thrusting, arms and legs straining against my restraints. I could feel my own orgasm begin to rise….Master could see it too…I looked to him…pleading, begging him to touch me to give me those waves of pleasure once more. At this he exploded in my mouth…hot jets of thick creamy cum filling my mouth, and still he thrust - not stopping- it was all that it took for me to join him in his ecstasy and together we moaned….out voices lost in the dark corners of the room. For what seemed like eternity he stayed in my mouth, I sucked and licked each drop of cum from his shaft…savoring it like candied fruit, and finally he slipped slowly from me. Leaning over to unfasten me from my chains.

He lifted me into his arms and walked into the shadows of the distant corner…as my eyes adjusted to the changing light I saw a long bench covered in many soft pillows. He placed me on to it and looked deep into my face.

" Ah my treasure, my little one, how you please me, how I love you!" His fingers caressed my skin, "I have longed for you all of the days you have been growing into a woman, but I need to know your thoughts….tell me?"

I raised myself to sit before him, lowered my self to my knees in front of him and bowed low, my wrists extended on his lap. My heart, my mind all of me pledging to him.

" Master, I am yours. I have always been yours, as a child and now as I woman. I give myself to you. Take me!"

Master lifted my head and kissed me lightly, " I accept your submission Rhianna, I will forever guide and protect you"

Then he laid me back once more on the bench, and moulded his strong body behind me. We lay there in the breaking morning, the sunlight hidden from our world, deep inside our home, and I knew then that there would never be another for me, there would be no other dark welcome. This man was forever my Master!

Dark emergence Ch.2

 I opened my eyes to darkness. Rubbing them gently to push sleep away, I looked around the room, seeing more as the seconds passed. At first I knew not where I was, but then I saw the frame and the memory flooded back to me. Just as this day broke I was as a child, but now all of that was gone, taken by my Master, by the man who took me into his castle and raised me as his own. I remembered too, the whispered words of the other village girls as I passed them in the square. "She is no woman, who would want her? wait till the slavers come - they will teach the virgin to squeal like the dogs do!". If only they knew! I was a woman now, and I knew the pleasure in the touch of a man’s hand. I knew the tenderness of belonging to a man too, of belonging to my Master. Rolling onto my back carefully, I felt his hard body behind my own, his breathing slow and regular. He seemed deep in sleep.

Quiet as a mouse, I rose and stretched my hand high above me. My flesh ached, but it was not in pain. It felt almost like my body was remembering how it worked again. A light air passed over my body and I shivered, the soft downy hair over my back tingled and the soft brown circles on my breasts puckered in response. I wrapped my arms about my nakedness, and as they brushed my breasts, I shivered excitedly. Walking on toe tips, I approached the beautiful frame that was the stage for my awakening from childhood and ran my fingers over the soft pillow pad where not long before my body rested. The silky cushion that had supported me was wet to my touch; it glistened like morning dew on petals at its center. Unable to resist I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked the shining wetness, suckling on them like a baby on its mother’s teat. I savored my own taste, sweet and musky. A tiny groan escaped me.

This was enough to wake Master. "Rhiannan, why do you stand before your frame, little one?" He asked, in a voice so well known, but somehow so new to me.

"I did not wish to wake you Master, and seeing the frame has made my mind return to what passed here but a short time ago," I replied, hoping I had not displeased him. "Forgive me if I have done wrong Master, please?"

Master chuckled and lifted the edge of the quilted throw, his eyes swept their gaze over my body and he inclined his head, urging me to return. I quickly slid beneath its warmth and nestled my head on Masters chest. His heart beat a strong slow rhythm that almost seemed like music, or the chants of the holy men in prayer. Ah! The love I felt in my heart was spilling forth from me, and his strong embrace made me feel so safe.

Lifting my chin with a finger, Master brought my eyes level with his own. He fixed me there with the intensity of his stare and then he spoke, "Little one, there are many new things you will learn as each new day rises, some have more weight than others and those things you need to learn now. I have never treated you ill, never beaten you, and never forced you in any way - have I?"

"No Master, never!"

"I told you also that I have waited for you to reach your twenty-first annum so patiently. When I brought you here, I knew I would take your childhood from you, that I would be the first, I believe this was my right. I sent you to scholars to learn, for I do not want a stupid woman in you. I have draped you in fine silks and satins, bought you the best of lotions for your skin. All of this was in preparation for what you are to become."

My eyes never left his face, but terror rose in my heart. What was my Master trying to tell me? Had I served his need? Then the truth struck me. It pierced my heart like an arrow - He was done with me and I would be given to the Slave Bonders! He would double the asking price for one such as me. My eyes flashed in terror. I wanted to flee, but my heart was too heavy.

"Master, oh my Master! Please the Gods, I beg you not to give me to the Bonders. I will try harder. I swear."

He placed his fingers to my lips and quieted my outburst. "Rhiannan, do not interrupt me! Silence! This is one of the first things you must learn, when I speak - you listen!"

My body lay fixed. My tongue was silenced, and I nodded gently.

"I allowed you time to study and learn of matters not given often to women, little one, use that learning now. Do you think I am going to throw away a flower that I raised from seed? Oh, no! But understand this Rhiannan, just like that flower, you are mine." His hand slid into my long hair, fingers winding it to them. He gripped me tightly. "You are my property, my piece of treasure, like a lute I will play you for my amusement. When you gave your pledge to me it bound you to me forever. I will guide and protect you, my pet, but you will never question why I do what I will do."

I began to understand.

"Things will change now. You will no longer dress as a child. You will dress for my pleasure. When the servants are nearby you will wear a gown, which you will find plentiful in your chamber. When we are alone you will disrobe. It will please me to see your skin unadorned, naked and ready for me."

Master then lifted me into his arms and rose from the couch. In four swift strides he passed the frame, my frame, and stood by the wall. My eyes looked over its surface and I saw the two rings and the chains attached to them. My heart began to thump; I could feel the blood flowing like a river in my head. He placed my feet on the flagstones and lifted my hands high. I felt the cold metal against my slender wrists as he fastened the cuffs to me. He reached above me and tugged on a pulley. My arms stretched fully now, and I lifted myself to my toes to ease the tightness.

He smiled softly and ran his hands down over the inside of my arms, squeezing gently on the muscles. Then, turning from me, he whispered, "Be still little one, let your arms relax and you will find comfort in the aching of your flesh. I will return to you in a short moment, you need not be afraid."

My eyes followed him as he opened the door, and I heard him begin to climb the stairs towards the kitchen. In the torchlight the room seemed to grow, the corners seemed to be receding back into the shadows. I took time to study the structures around me. My eyes passed first over the frame my body knew of old, then onwards to what looked like the village stocks. This structure differed though; there were four small hand holes and a larger opening to place the head through. Set into the corner behind this was a large wooden cross-like frame, set down on two arms. Chains of silver link sparkled on it. My mind flooded with images of how Master might place me on the frame, and I began to feel a pulse in my womanhood, the little bud swelling and wetness beginning to flow. I longed to reach down and press on it, to rekindle those wonderful feelings I knew would come. Then I sighed in acknowledgement of my restraints. My reverie was broken by the sound of my Master’s footsteps in outside the door, and as he entered I felt heat rising in my cheeks, a fact not missed by him either and he chuckled as he approached me.

"Your face is quite flushed, Rhiannan, what is wrong?" His eyes flashed as he reached down and slid his finger along the folds of my wet place, "I will have to leave you longer next time little one, it seems you enjoy the solitude. But you have made quite a mess my pet, so perhaps it is time we make you clean once more."

I did not understand. My wetness did not seem dirty in my mind it seemed so natural. Looking down I saw a bowl of steaming water in Masters hands, and inside the bowl was his face knife. I forced my fear back inside me, trust in him replacing it. Even when he took the knife from the water and held it I did not allow fear to grip me. Master took a cloth which had been draped across his shoulder and dropped it into the water and, when it was fully soaked, he placed it tight to my dripping womanhood. He began to rub back and forth, slipping further between the folds with every pass. Without intention I pressed my bud to it, seeking its rough caress.

"Now Rhiannan, the time is not right yet for this. I need to finish this, and you will find that your pussy is more beautiful than before. I have a special little surprise for it too." He told me, and the devil look came back to his eyes. "Close your eyes now"

The rubbing cloth vanished, but was replaced by the icy cold sharpness that scraped down over my mound. Master lifted my left leg and placed it on his shoulder as he kneeled before me. My body grew heavy and I felt the cuffs tighten and my arms extend more. My womanhood, or as Master calls it, my pussy was wide to him now. He drew the knife back over the skin and along the folds, as far back as was possible. I waited for the warmth of flowing blood to begin, but there was none. I longed to reach down and touch, the bud was on fire and I knew it was swollen.

Master knew it too! He ran his thumb back and forth over it and my legs began to tremble, the wetness of my juices flowing returned envigoured and I mewed softly to him is a plea for relief. I wanted to look, needed to look but I knew I could not. In some ways this made my wetness increase. Suddenly his thumb was gone. I pressed my hips upwards and sought it out once more, but Oh! Joy! He replaced it with his mouth on me, sucking my bud into his lips only to let it spring free and replace this with his lapping tongue. In only a moment, or so it seemed, my bud felt as if it might burst out of my skin.

My body was racked with spasms and I cried out, "Master! Oh My Lord, my time is coming, I cannot stop it!"

"Yes Rhiannan, cum for me pretty one, fill my mouth with your gifts. Do it now!" He said, more loudly than I had expected.

I screamed and felt myself float off into a cloud of pure pleasure. I was not even aware of the fact that Master had taken his mouth far away from my pussy. But my senses reached the peak in seconds, as I felt a searing pain in my bud. I had never felt such a thing, even when my body bled with the tides. I screamed my throat dry and tight with terror. What in the names of the Gods has done this to me? I wondered.

"Rhiannan! Rhiannan! Look down, pet. Open your eyes and see your gift" He told me sharply.

I gazed down my body to my womanhood. Masters thumb and forefinger held the lips wide and I could not believe what I saw. There was a thick gold ring, just like a bull nose ring, all the way through my bud. My poor swollen bud looked enormous, pulled forward out of the lips by the ring. Master used a finger from his other hand to flip it back and forth, and it hurt, but I knew I was going to cum once more. My hips bucked like a mating dog as I felt the feeling course through my pussy.

“Oh my little pet, yes Rhiannan! I knew you would love the ring in your pretty shaven pussy. You are so precious to me, my sweet Rhiannan," he rasped.

I had been so assaulted by the sight of the ring that I failed to notice my hairless pussy.

"I expect you to scrape with the knife, shave the hair away." He told me, "I prefer it to be open and clean, hairless and so pretty.” The glow of love shone from his eyes to mine.

Reaching up, he loosened my arms from the cuffs and I fell onto his chest. Master scooped me into his strong arms and in a tiny whisper he said, "You have pleased me so much, little one, you respond so well. I think I always knew you would."

I felt so proud of myself, of how he loved me and of simply being his woman. I felt myself transported across the room. I felt lighter than air in his arms, surrounded by his power, bathing in it like it was water. I nestled my head in his neck and gave myself to the moment. Then I felt myself being lowered down.

Master placed my feet on the floor and I stood facing the cross, before I knew fully what was about to pass he secured my hands and feet to the arms of the cross. My body lay across the center, facing the wall, and the shadowy depths of the corner. I felt a tight leather strap fastened around my slender waist, and my bud still pulsed in its painful pleasure. I turned my head to Master and my eyes pleaded with him to stop. I did not think my heart, or my body could do any more. Master smiled and raised his hand to stroke my hair.

"Rhiannan," he said, "it is my belief that one should make it known what is most valued by them. And the most precious of those should be known by all to belong to them. You know that my fine linens bear my monogram, yes?"

I nodded, though I had no idea of his meaning.

"You too are precious, more than anything else I own. Therefore, you must bear my mark. Know that this is a sign of my love for you, and of my ownership of you. No other man will look at your flesh and misunderstand, for they will see my mark on you."

Now I was lost, beyond any understanding.

"Master, may I speak?"

He nodded.

"I do not understand you, I am so sorry. I know your monogram is on the linens, but on me? How could that be?"

As I spoke the last words I saw him turning towards the brazier, which up till this moment had been heating us in our nakedness. I saw the coals burning, blue and yellow flames dancing on the surface. I saw him reach over and remove the poker. I looked with eyes wider than ever at its glowing tip and saw his monogram initial lit brightly in the metal tip. It reminded me of the farmer's irons, which they used on the beasts.

"Master! No, please! Why do you hate me so that you could do this to me?" I cried out my words almost lost amidst my screaming.

"I do this because I love you Rhiannan, because you are mine alone and all will know it. Yes, it will be painful, but that pain will pass and you will learn from it. Take the pain Rhiannan, use it to bond your mind, your heart and your will to me," he called, slowly moving towards me.

I tried to wrestle free, but could only move my head and shoulders, so tight were the bonds. I smelled my flesh burn before I felt it, but when I did the pain filled every part of my body. It balled itself inside me and I felt my stomach retch. My sickness sprang forth and covered the wall before me. Gradually the intensity subsided, but the burning feeling remained. I swear I could have traced the letter without touching it. More strangely though, I felt my juices flowing from my pussy like water from the font. My bud pulsed and twitched and the ring seemed to vibrate. In the midst of all the torture I had cum once more.

After silence returned, Master loosened my bonds and wrapped me gently in the quilt. He carried my weary body to the couch and laid me down so softly. He pulled back the quilt and brought his body alongside mine, we lay like spoons in the half-light of the coals.

Master stroked my hair, soothing me with tiny kisses.

"My Rhiannan, we are moving along our path, my pet. I can promise you there will be many more wonderful experiences for you. But for now you must sleep."

I nodded, already feeling myself drifting towards it. I was becoming a person I did not know, a branded woman with a ring in her pussy! My Master was promising me that there was more, and I was happy.

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