EXPLORATION

Melissa felt the roughness of his hands on her butt, first the right cheek and then the left. What was he doing back there? She longed to be taken. She'd been ready for it for ages now. With Jack, there was only two options when she went down on him: either he orgasmed, or he flopped on top of her and took her. She'd never, ever been with a man who'd stopped her. She'd done all right, she felt. Alex's penis wasn't as long as Jack's, but it was thicker around. She'd felt him quivering, and he hadn't given her any punishment points. So why the wait?

She moaned inwardly as she felt two thumbs find the folds of her vagina. They slowly, languidly rubbed up and down, parting the lips only when they met in the middle. She longed to see what he was doing, what he had planned. One finger probed her anus and she instinctively moved away. "Stay still," he commanded, painfully pulling her back. Again the finger found the rim, and then oh-so-slowly began to press inside. Uncomfortable, but not hurting, she clenched her teeth, hoping he wouldn't penetrate her there without lubrication. In a few seconds he withdrew the few centimeters he'd gone in, and she again felt him fingering her vagina.

A warm breath and a wet tickle announced his intention to lick her. Finally, some relief! She bent farther down to give him better access, which he used to lick the length of her lips. After a few preliminary licks, she felt his tongue probe inside her, his wetness meeting hers. He lingered inside her, lapping up the moisture, exploring every inch of her inner halls. She paid particular attention to the times when his tongue left her, hoping he would soon stand up and drive his hard tool inside her. It wasn't her favorite position, but at this point anything would do.

She heard him sit back. "Turn over and lay on the ottoman," he told her. She did as he said, her butt on the edge and her torso propped up by her arms. Good. She liked to see a guy's eyes when he orgasmed; it made her feel powerful. But why hadn't he pulled his penis out of his shorts?

"It's time for you to learn some manners," he began. What? She wanted to scream at him. Who cares about manners! I'm laying here, sopping wet, for you to take! "You may think you're in charge right now, but you're not," he continued, really getting her attention. "Spreading your legs for me doesn't impress me. I own you. I can have you at any time. Any time. Whether you want it or not." Could he read her mind? Was she that transparent? She was starting to get it now.

"Tonight you're going to learn a lot of rules. Now here's two more. First, what you call me and how you answer me. While you may think you're a slave, you're not. You have to earn that position, and you haven't even come close. Which means you can't call me Master yet. Instead, you'll call me Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, still bewildered by this new direction.

"Which brings up another point. Everytime I ask you a question, you answer 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir,' with the question included in your answer. For instance, if I ask you 'Do you understand?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I understand.'" Or, if I ask you 'Do you like to finger-fuck yourself?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I love to finger-fuck myself.' Do you understand?"

She paused to phrase it right, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good, because every time you forget to say Sir tonight, you'll get two punishment points. And every time you forget the second part, you'll get another one. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Very good. Now, spread your legs a little wider. I want to see your cunt. Good. I've noticed you don't like the word 'cunt.' Too bad. Because as far as I'm concerned, that's what you are," he said harshly, as she felt herself coloring. "Your pointy tits, your flat tummy, your sexy legs all exist for one reason, as pretty wrapping around your cunt. You don't believe me? Think about it. When men look at you with that gleam in their eye, you think they just want a little kiss. No! They want to get in your cunt! Every guy except your husband wants to be in your cunt. Lot's of women do too. You think lesbians spend all night kissing and tickling? No, their lips always end up on their cunts. It's a powerful word for a powerful place, and until you acknowledge it, you'll never really get it.

"So, repeat after me, he ordered. "'My name is Cunt.'"

She felt herself near tears, looking hatefully up at him from between her legs. Suddenly she felt horribly exposed as his eyes raked up and down her body. It was a nasty word. Her mother had forbidden it. And the one time she'd used it to a neighbor who'd been flirting with Jack, she'd regretted being so mean. And now he was going to call her that every time? It was time to stop all this...

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I expected more from you. It's just a word, you know. And a word only has meaning, only has power, when you give it some. So whether I call you Cunt or Zalafrax shouldn't matter. You will use this word, or by god I'll tan your hide," he threatened while simulating a swat."Now say it."

She drew a deep breath, looking up from where her vagina lay open to his glowering eyes. She could do this. "My name is cunt," she whispered, staring resolutely at him. It felt dirty to say.

"Louder,"

"My name is cunt," she said, raising her voice.

"Louder!"

"My name is cunt," she fairly screamed at him, hating his satisfied grin.

"You are a cunt. Repeat it."

She did, over and over again, until she was emphasizing the hard 'c' of the word, and feeling its echo come up from her belly. It felt degrading and dirty and nasty, but as she lay there exposing herself to this man, she decided that, yes, she could be his cunt. Besides, how much worse could it get?

He ordered her to stand up, and she did, confident that she could handle whatever would come next. Which is why she longed to scream "What the hell!" when he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. With one hand on her butt and the other hand on the back of her head, his lips pressed against hers so hard that their teeth clicked together. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, the tip exploring every inch like a snake in a box. She pushed and squirmed away from him, finally breaking his grip on her head, though he still held her by the arm.

"You, you..." she started to accuse him, stopping when she saw an annoyingly bemused smile on his face.

"I own you," he stated simply, emphasizing every word evenly. With that, he pulled her to him again, this time kissing her passionately as his hands caressed the curves of her butt. He broke the kiss.

"I own you," he stated again, raking her body with a possessive look. This time when he kissed her she replied in kind, sucking at his tongue, fencing with hers, all the while enjoying the sensation of his hand squeezing and pinching her breast. He owns me, she thought with real wonder.