Now, lick it yourself! Taste my asshole my new little bitch she cooed. She watched, looking for hesitation or weakness. Staying on his knees Sam watched as Brad leaned his finger toward his mouth. Before it went into his mouth he smelled again the acrid scent of trace amounts of Sam’s shit.. He popped the finger in his mouth and began to clean it through sucking. As she stood there, watching him she had her own small moment of realization; she knew she was standing at the beginning of decisions and acts that were going to put her thoughts and inner desires to their test and then their realization. She looked down again at her find and conquest – physically sexy, seemingly bright and normal, and seemingly entirely willing to lay down his pride just to be closer to her mind and will, now simply doing what he was told. He pulled the finger from his mouth when the slightly bitter taste had definitely since left his finger.
He looked up at her hoping she was pleased and wondering what she would do next. She took a step toward Brad’s left side, until she was at his side facing him. With nothing to look at particularly he bowed his head and waited. She tilted her head to the side and looked underneath Brad and gazed almost as if for the first time at her slave’s very sexually aroused cock . Aww, she purred. Is that from watching me? I’m glad you liked the show and being my little pussy, she taunted slightly. He smiled and closed his eyes for a moment taking in her attention paid toward him. Once again she observed that the head was fat and swollen. The ridge at the top and sides were prominent enough to cast a deep shadow on the carpet below him… The entire visual situation, him with his round butt raised in the air for her complete use and amusement and the horny reaction to being a little bitch demonstrated by the fat cock head sticking out involuntarily underneath him turned her on. Yum, she smiled to herself. She just wanted to indulge a little more, getting to know him, teasing him, pushing him and then she’d send him home again.
She moved to stand directly behind his bare ass observing his voluntary vulnerability. I’m standing here she began, looking down at you, and you have your ass naked… I even see that you have it arched like a chick and you’re not making an attempt to cover up such a vulnerability and implication. You are my little bitch, my boy-bitch, my pussy, aren’t you she asked rhetorically.
At the words “bitch” and “pussy” Brad would feel slight influxes of embarrassment, submissiveness and intense horniness all at the same time. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder, back at her. He could see then the position he was in to her. He could see her gazing down over at him while noticing the light on his slightly upturned ass. He almost felt guilty like being caught doing something you didn’t think you’d be caught at. He repositioned his eyes at the curve in her hips, then squeezed his thighs together causing a subtle yet sweet sensation in his cock that sent a reminder of his longing back up through his horny body. Sam’s eyes watched the subtle communication from him in response to her charge.. His eyes cast back toward her face and he responded to her more directly by spreading his knees, arching his back and raising his ass in the air with an angle that any female in heat would identify with. He rocked his hips up and down slightly trying to get some more sensation from the friction between his legs all the while totally laying himself open to her. His eyes began to lose focus as he finished indulging in yet another display of submission and masturbation.
They both felt that her acquisition of him was basically complete. Brad was hers to do with as she wanted and he would endure and at the same time enjoy all of it. She stepped up behind him as he continued his subtle rhythmic mental masturbation, squatted over his left firm ass cheek and rubbed her pussy against it as if to give him a sign of approval or affection. Mmm she moaned. Very nice my little slut… Very nice. She stood back up and stated under her breath, stay put. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Brad waited on all 4’s, the same position he’d been in since he arrived at the door and during this sort of psychological consummation of their new relationship. Sam returned with her black bra and panties removed and with a new shaving razor she had in a bathroom droor. Brad looked up and gazed at her fully naked body for the first time. Her breasts were slightly heavy and not quite as perky as a dream teenager’s but were sexy, full, round, confident, empowering. He would worship every part of her body.
She sat down in front of him almost playfully. Her naturally serious face dictated to Brad that he best wait for her lead before assuming she was relaxing her temperament. She crossed her open legs and spoke. She began to talk about some of the non-sexual details of her day, just relaxing herself in front of her subject… watching him, speaking to him. As he listened he looked between her legs to sample her pussy from this new angle. She was shaved completely clean. Her puffy outer lips were slightly spread. Her inner lips were light pink and small. He starred almost not listening to her… Smack! Suddenly his vision was finding itself focused somewhere else in the room as he reeled from the sting of a perfectly square slap on the side of his face. Sam yelled, what the fuck are you looking at? What did I just fucking say to you she challenged, sincerely annoyed with his obvious behavior. Uhm.. he said as he tried to buy a little time to recover and think… He opted for honesty which wasn’t uncommon for Brad. Sam, he started… “Miss”, she interrupted. You’ll call me Miss and nothing else unless I tell you, she stated sternly.. Yes Miss he said….. He continued… I couldn’t help but notice and stare at your pretty pussy he said as he bowed his head between his arms. His shoulders and back were beginning to ache… But I think you were saying something about… Ok, she interrupted. She decided to opt for calm honesty as well. I like that you were admiring my pussy she stated as she touched it lightly, then covering it completely with her hand… In fact I very much like that it seems you admire and respect me in general. But not listening is going to get on my fucking nerves. You need to focus on what I say because what I say and what I want is 100% more important that you getting your pleasure by indulging in looking at my cunt. Do you understand? Do you fucking understand me, Brad? She began to raise her hand again fully intending to slap him hard if he wasn’t quick enough. Yes, Miss, yes I perfectly understand. You make perfect sense and I want your wishes to come first. Perfect, she said. She smiled a small smile.
With his attention focused finally, she abandoned the previous topic and decided to get to their business. What I was saying was that you are going to take this razor and clean up that pretty asshole of yours. It was a compliment partly given to ease his nerves and partly given because she was horny. She wanted him ready for what she wanted. She handed him the razor. Here, he asked? Yes, now! He took it and reached behind himself, raising his arousal again and fumbling to find the best way to get the job done for her.