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.
“Now, this is important. You can have her mouth or pussy as much as you want, but her ass is off limits. That is mine alone. No other cock goes up there, including yours.”
I knew this would really get to him. Not today, but some day. Put something off-limits for a guy to fuck, and he won’t be able to help wondering about it at some point, then wondering a little more, and then obsessing about it until he gets it. I knew we’d get to that point where he had to find out what it was like for himself eventually, but I was going to make him work for it before I changed the rule for him.
“After you’ve cum in her mouth or pussy, or all over her tits for all I care, she is done with her servitude for the night. Remove her collar and leash, give her time for a nice shower or bath, and take care of dinner for her. Something nice. She’s earned it.”
“Something nice…I can do that.”
“Good. Now, let’s talk about the future.”
Rochelle’s eyes perked up at this.
“When I come back, and I do intend to come back…”
Rochelle’s eyes told me that was exactly what she wanted.
“…It’s going to be for a reason.”
The light in Rochelle’s eyes went out a bit. She looked surprised at this. Wouldn’t I just come any old time to tie her up and fuck her brains out on her floor?
“You’ll need to buy a small white-board for your kitchen. It’s going to be used exclusively for listing Rochelle’s infractions.”
“Infractions? What infractions?”
“Misbehavior, acting out, breaking of rules…anything like that will go on the board.”
“But how will I know?”
“That’s up to you to decide. It’s your job as her handler. Every time she exhibits any bad behavior, you’ll list it on the board. When she’s gotten up to five, she’ll need to be punished. That’s when you will notify me. I’ll come out and take my belt to her to teach her a lesson. Then, when she’s been properly punished, she can be used for my pleasure.”
Rochelle looked like she was warming up to this idea. I had a feeling there would be a lot of bad behavior here this week.
“Now, Rochelle here has no say in what goes on the board. I don’t care how she feels about it. I’m her master, you’re her handler, and that is it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There will be more instructions as we go on, but I think that’s plenty for now. I’m going to leave now. I just want to say that you’ve both done excellent today. It’s been my genuine pleasure to teach you how to submit and take your wife as my new slave. I’m looking forward quite a bit to doing this again.”
“Thank you, sir. And thank you for making me her handler. I think this is going to work out just fine for us.”
I caressed Rochelle’s neck, as I looked her in the eye.
“And you, my beauty, you’re going to be good for your handler, right?”
“Of course, master.”
She was lying through the teeth of her vampish little smile. That whiteboard would be filled by Thursday night at the latest. I knew right where I’d be next Saturday, and whose ass I’d be pounding with my belt in that kitchen. I leaned in for a nice long kiss, then put her leash in Gary’s hand, washed my hands in the little bathroom right there off the foyer, and made my way out.
Not quite the ending…
Not by a long shot…
Rochelle’s written account of our first day together arrived in my email soon after I got back home to LA. Given the timing, I knew Gary was getting his cock sucked and fucking her brains out while I was reading it. If he was putting anything into it, then he was undoubtedly having the best sex he’d ever had in his life. And good for him, he deserved it. They both did.
I’ll choose not to dignify your curiosity about whether Rochelle’s written account inspired me to wank off at the same time. You’re free to think what you like in that regard.