There we were on all those pillows on the living room floor. My cock was still in Rochelle’s ass when we heard the click of the front door opening.
Relax, there’s nothing to worry about. It was just her husband.
Ok, you’re confused. I get it. So to quickly reiterate…
I had journeyed all the way from LA to sunny suburban Rancho Cucamonga to bring Rochelle and her husband Gary under my domination. She was the one I was interested in, so I started the seduction over their fireplace, broke her in with my belt, and finished the process of making her mine by butt-fucking her here on their living room floor. But Gary & Rochelle came as a package deal, so I enlisted him as my servant, and her handler. He would follow my commands and take care of the menial stuff. In all honesty, it was working out rather well. He took to the idea instantly.
Now, back to the living room floor: I had just finished cumming in Rochelle’s virgin ass not five minutes ago. Now I was lying on top of her while we came down from the experience.
As Gary started to round the corner into the living room, I shifted over so that we were both on our sides now. My cock was just starting to soften, but it was still hanging in there. Gary appeared, carrying his bag from PetSmart, and stopped, almost in a state of shock. He’d known exactly what we were going to be getting up to while he was sent out, but I have a feeling there was just no way to prepare oneself for the sight of two very sweaty naked animals entwined on the floor, still struggling to catch their breaths. He was probably playing the whole sordid episode in his head now, imagining the sounds Rochelle would have made as her ass was opened up.
Fun as this may have been, I decided right then that it was my responsibility not to leave him hanging, and to engage him to move him out of whatever mind-set he might have fallen into.
“That’s my new slave’s dog dish?”
Gary took an extra flustered second to respond, and then sputtered out, “uh, yes sir! Yes, it sure is. Would you like to see, uh, inspect it?”
“Yes, I would, handler.”
That’s what I called him under our new arrangement.
Gary fished out a nice new stainless steel dog dish, exactly as I’d specified.
“Excellent, handler”, I said, with my cock still in Rochelle’s ass. “Just one moment.”
And with that, I pulled out of her ass, got up on my knees, turned her so she was on her back propped up on her elbows facing me, grabbed her by the hair. She looked down at my cock, than back up at me expectantly. She opened her mouth slightly. I know the words she wanted to hear: Clean me.
But she didn’t get to hear them.
Ass-to-mouth was on her fetish list in the “curious about” section of Fet. I knew what would happen if I pushed my cock towards Rochelle’s mouth. She would open, swallow as much of it as she could, and lick it clean. I’m not going to lie, the idea of that was pretty hot. I was actually getting a little hard again visualizing it. But I’d never made a woman take my cock in her mouth after fucking her ass, and I wasn’t about to start now. The bacterial risks were too great, even though she had cleaned herself earlier. She may have been momentarily disappointed, but I didn’t care. I was in charge, and we did things my way.
I stood up, holding my end of the leash in my hand while she lay there on her elbows.
“Go fill her dish with water and put it on your kitchen floor. Come back for her when it’s all ready.”
Gary came back for her about a minute later. I held the leash out for him to take.
“Lead her into the kitchen to her dog dish. When she’s leashed, she crawls on her hands and knees and is not allowed on the furniture. Have her lap up every drop of water in the dish with her tongue. She needs to hydrate, and she needs to learn how to drink like a dog for her master. Got it, so far?”
“Uh, yes, sir, drink like a dog for her master.”
Gary looked down at his wife, still lying there with that glazed, post first ass-fuck look on her face. I could practically see him rolling that last sentence around in his mind as he stared at her, picturing her hunched over a dog dish on their kitchen floor lapping up water like a dog.
I snapped my fingers. “Handler?” He quickly looked up as if he’d been caught sleeping.
“Oh, uh, yes, sir.”
“I’m going upstairs now, to wash the grime off my cock and take a nice leisurely shower in your master bathroom.”
“Yes, sir. Please, be our guest.”
“When I’m done with my shower, I expect to see some fresh towels laid out for me. You can see my clothes strewn about here. Have them waiting for me in your master bedroom, all nice and folded. Matter of fact, straighten this room out while you’re at it. We made a bit of a mess here. And don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of time for all that while I enjoy my shower. When I come downstairs, you are to be standing in our foyer with my new slave on her knees at your side. You’ll be holding her leash. In your other hand will be a fresh glass of iced tea for me. Is there anything that isn’t clear?”
“No, sir. All clear, I got it. Dog dish, clothes, straighten up, iced tea…don’t you worry. Just enjoy your shower.”
I liked Gary. He was really warming to this submission thing. He had heart. I knew he’d do well.
“One more thing. I expect obedience from her. When you tug on the leash, she needs to crawl. She needs to obey you as her handler. If there ends up being a problem with this, I’ll correct it by punishing you both.”
I didn’t wait to ask him if he’d gotten that. I knew he had. I felt good about this as I headed up for my shower. I could already hear Gary leading Rochelle to the kitchen while I was on the stairs.
The shower was exceptionally refreshing. I took my sweet time and enjoyed it. The towels were there for me when I got out, and so were my clothes, neatly folded. After dressing, I made my way downstairs to find Gary & Rochelle just where I’d instructed them to be. Gary stood just off to the side of his front door in their entryway, holding his wife’s leash in one hand, and my iced tea in the other. Rochelle was on her knees off to his side, collared and leashed. I just caught her putting her hands behind her head when she heard me coming down. It wasn’t something I’d specified, so she was taking her own initiative there. It looked like Gary had wiped her sweaty body down again while she was drinking from her dog dish. But her dark brown hair still had that sexy wild “I’ve just been fucked” shape to it.
I went into the kitchen to retrieve a belt from the kitchen island, then came back to stand in front of them. I took a moment of silence to look them up and down, letting them know that they were being inspected. Gary held my iced tea out for me.
“Everything to your satisfaction, sir?”
I took a nice long drag from the iced tea.
“Very satisfactory, handler.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“She was obedient?”
“Yes, sir.”
I looked Gary directly in the eye.
“You would definitely tell me if she had been anything less.”
“Oh, of course, sir. Don’t worry, she did everything I told her to do.”
I gave Gary a second of silence to let him squirm, letting him wonder if I believed him or not. Then I let him off the hook.
“Good. Stand her up for me, please.”
Gary looked a little confused as to how to do this.
“Use the leash.”
“Oh, right, sure.”
Gary pulled lightly and Rochelle stood up for him. I guided her so that she was between us, and handed him the belt.
“Secure her wrists behind her.”
Gary guided Rochelle’s hands down from the back of her head to tie them together behind her back with the belt. His first bondage! And he did it well.
“Hold her steady. One hand on the hip and one at the back of the neck. Good, just like that. Now…”
I set my iced tea down, leaned in, put my arm around her, and kissed her deeply. She was sandwiched between us as I basically pushed her into Gary. You better bet that she responded to this.
After a few very enjoyable minutes of making out, I pulled back a bit. I looked her up and down. Then as I looked her in the eye, I reached down to play with her cunt. I started softly at first, just running my fingers down around her. She looked a little surprised at first, like she didn’t expect it. I just lightly explored down there, as I kept my eyes on hers. Her breathing was getting a little heavier. I took my time, squeezing, rubbing, cupping and pressing where she seemed to be most sensitive, just above her cunt. She was moistening down there. I reached in to spread her lips. When I cupped and pressed harder, she sighed and exhaled heavily.
I knew she was going to be incredibly worked up after today. If it was possible for her to cum from just my hand, she would. And it looked like that was completely in the realm of possibility now.
“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.