“Hold her very steady”, I told Gary, “She’s going to be relying on you completely to stay upright.”
Gary didn’t say anything, just stared at his wife, trying to peer around to see her eyes. But he was holding her tight. I knew he wasn’t letting her go.
We could smell her getting worked up now. Rochelle was starting to make breathing noises. My hand was firmly pressing in and rubbing on that sensitive spot now.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
Rochelle stared at me intensely. Her eyes said no.
“Tell me.”
“Oh, God no…please, don’t stop…Please…” Rochelle was finding it hard to talk. She was having to get her words out between breaths.
“Do you want to beg me to keep going?”
“Oh, yes…yes, master. Please, this feels so good, please don’t stop. Let me cum. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be the best slave you’ve ever had. I want more of your belt next time…your cock in my ass…I want to lick it clean afterwards so badly…I want to crawl for you…I belong on my hands and knees…I need this collar…I need to be leashed like an animal…I’m yours, master, yours…just please don’t…”
I’d come prepared. I reached in to my back pocket as she talked and took out a pair of her frilliest panties that I’d helped myself to from her drawer. Before she could get her last word out, I suddenly stuffed them all the way into her mouth. Rochelle squealed in surprise.
Then she went into overdrive. Her body heaved and throbbed as her breathing became really heavy. The sweat started pouring out of her. All sorts of sounds were coming from that gagged mouth now. She bucked against Gary.
“Hold her, handler. Hold my bitch tight.”
I did not press into her body. My clothes were going to smell like her no matter what at this point, but I wasn’t going to get them covered in her sweat. I just kept my hand down there working it’s magic, but grabbed her hair with my other hand in a really tight grip. This made her even more wild, so I egged her on even more.
“That’s it, you fucking slut, you bitch, you cunt, you whore. You’re a slave now, my slave. You’re a piece of property in a leash and collar. I’ll bet you’re dreaming of the taste of my cock right after I’ve pulled it out of your dirty filthy ass, aren’t you? You wanted to lick it clean so bad, didn’t you? That’s the kind of slave-whore you are. Every time I fuck your ass, you’ll be wondering if this is the time your master lets you clean his cock.”
Well, yeah, of course I was laying it on thick. And you know what? That and the panties really did the trick. She bucked hard against Gary as she made those escalating screams that go higher and higher and faster and faster until…
She did it. She tensed up with a final long, loud scream as she came like an animal, squirting all over my hand, onto the floor, and Gary’s shoes. It seemed to last forever, and seemed like it was over in a moment. I’d never seen Rochelle cum before, but it looked like it was pretty damn intense for her. I felt that way looking at Gary’s face too. He seemed genuinely surprised, like he’d never seen her cum this way before. And maybe the poor guy never had.
It had been glorious, but now it was over. Gary kept a good firm hold on Rochelle as she took in all the air she could through her nose, and through the panties, heaving with every breath. She trembled as she was coming down from the high. The entryway smelled of nothing but sweat and vagina now. I kept my hands on her hair and her cunt through this. When she’d finally recovered enough to stand on her own, I moved my hand from her cunt to her hip.
“I take it you have a legal pad somewhere here? Good. Go get it and bring it back here with a pencil. I have a lot of instructions to leave you with, handler. You’re going to want to write them down. I’ll hold her steady here.”
Gary let go of her to go get his things, and I moved my other hand from her hair to her neck to steady her even more. She had a look in her eyes that was dull, exhausted, but also wild, animalistic. It was a look of post-orgasmic bliss, and the feeling of finally fulfilling some life-long fantasies. It might have been the look of love too. I hadn’t just whipped and fucked Rochelle. We’d shared something powerful between us this afternoon. She’d surrendered to me, and judging by her orgasm and the look in her eyes now, she had gotten everything she wanted from that surrender. I felt something for her too, but not the sort of thing that would make me want to wreck a home.
As she stared into my eyes, covered in sweat and breathing steadily now, I pulled the panties out of her mouth and dropped them on the floor. Then I pushed my sticky fingers coated with her squirting into her mouth. While she was licking them clean, Gary returned with the pad and pencil. I didn’t take my eyes off her or remove my fingers from her mouth as I talked to him.
“Is that a number two pencil with a clean eraser?”
“Uhhhh…”
“I’m just having fun. Anything that writes will do. Now then, number one: As soon as you see me pull out of your driveway, you will put a laptop on your dining room table and a towel on a chair for my slave. You will lead her to the chair, and then unleash her, so that she is allowed on the chair. While you relax and watch, with a beer if you like, she will type out a complete account of her day with me. I want her to do it while it’s fresh in her head. Have her type it out as fast as she can. I don’t want her editing her thoughts before committing to them. Have you got that? Am I going too fast?”
Gary had been scribbling away furiously.
“No, sir, got it all so far. Doing just fine.”
“Good. She will not be allowed up off her chair until she is done. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“After she is done, she will continue to sit while you read it over. You are to make sure she got all the details right, and recorded the day faithfully. I also expect decent grammar, punctuation, and paragraphs. But how she feels about things are entirely up to her. You are not allowed to change anything in that regard. After her account is done to your satisfaction, email it to me, and close the laptop.”
“Yes, sir.”
My fingers were out of Rochelle’s mouth by now. I was caressing her neck instead. I turned to look Gary in the eye. He stopped scribbling to look up at me.
“You have done exceptionally well on your first day as handler.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You need to be rewarded for that. After the slave’s typing is done, your assignment is to use her to get off. You can have her suck you off, or fuck her anywhere in the house for as long as you want. I expect her to be completely compliant, and to work to please you. If she doesn’t make you cum, she will most definitely be punished for it.”
“Oh, yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Uh, may I clean her first? Maybe we could take a shower and…”
“No. You get her the way she is. She doesn’t shower until she’s done.”
“Oh. Okay, then.”
I knew Gary was the fastidious type, and this would bother him at least a little. But I also knew that he would be so worked up by that point after all that went on today that he would fuck her if I rolled her around in the mud for an hour or two first.