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Subject: {ASSM} "A Reluctant Master" [empath] (MF rom bdsm oral span) [2/?]
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you into trouble.  I'm not that good an author to justify the risk; if 
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your own sake.

Copyright statement: This jumble of maudlin feelings masquerading as smut is 
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{ASSM}"A Reluctant Master" [empath] (MF rom bdsm oral span)
[2/?]

Author's note: This continues a god-knows-how-long multi-chapter
story.  You'd be best served by grabbing the first part of this
story from the same place you got this one; that way you're not
left with loose-end questions.:)

Additional Warning: Wow, I didn't think I had this in me - I
have stuck with my old standby ROMance theme, but BDSM has never
really 'been my bag, baby.'  Dancer is fairly submissive though,
so I've become somewhat like Pete - 'a reluctant master':)

ANYWAY, on to the warning - since I'm so big on free will and
consent and blah blah blah, I've had to set up some very
specific conditions to this scene to satisfy my 'squick-meter.'
I URGE any readers who get interested in bondage, dominance &
submission, or similar to think VERY carefully before dipping
your foot in those waters; sex is a risky enough proposition
nowadays, even without the complications of restraint and
pain...

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A Reluctant Master, part 2
By empath
December 2001

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WHACK!

"Ugh; sixteen!  Thank you master, please may I have another?"

WHACK!

"Seventeen!  Thank you master, please may I have another?"

WHACK!

Silence.

Damn.  I must've pulled my swing that time - I am getting tired
after all; it's actually been twenty-two swipes with the paddle,
but Kar - my 'slave' - was still showing me how she wanted to be
treated.  If I didn't hit her bottom hard enough, she merely
wouldn't recognise it.  The first time I had to punish her for
insolence to her master (me, believe it or not) I ended up
striking her more than twice the dozen strokes she had allotted.
She had to convince me that I couldn't do any real harm with the
paddle, and that the pain she was getting really gave her a sort
of pleasure.

Well, the way her thighs would glisten with overflowing moisture
was evidence enough of that - at least someone was enjoying
this.  I gritted my teeth and leaned off to smack her rosy butt
again.

WHACK!

She squeaked with surprise, and counted off eighteen.  I smiled
in satisfaction.

But by the time twenty rolled around, my arms felt like rubber.
I liked to think I kept in shape - weekly visits to a health
club - but this dominance and submission thing was such a chore.
Hell - I'm the master; isn't the SLAVE supposed to be doing the
all the work?

I ran my hand over Karen's ass; even though I wasn't quite
touching the skin, I could still feel the heat from her abused
flesh - it was strangely satisfying.

Then I stood back to regard my wife.  She was almost naked; a
black leather garter belt holding up black stockings was most of
her clothing.  This was as much used to demark the area I was to
spank as to thrill us in her appearance.  High heels had tilted
her torso and present that lush derriere for punishment.  And
then the symbol of her subservient position in this relationship
- the collar.

Oh, and the cuffs - two sets of leather manacles went from each
wrist, under the bottom of the bed's footboard and fastened
around an ankle.  The arrangement had my wife bent over the foot
of the bed - a pillow cushioning her stomach from the wood -
with her face resting on the mattress.

She looked comfortable enough...okay, maybe 'comfortable' isn't
the right word to describe this, but Karen didn't seem to mind
her posture.  She was panting slightly, her eyes closed and her
face with an almost pleased expression.

My 'slave' opened her eyes and looked patiently at me, waiting
for me to release her bonds and send her back to her chores.
'Not this time, darling,' I thought as a sly grin pushed up one
side of my mouth.

Without speaking a word, I went to the closet, grabbed the open
duffel that held our 'toys' and chose a couple of items.  I
walked up behind her, changing my mind about the first item -
the lubricant - as I regarded her thighs glazed with her juices.

"Did the slave enjoy her punishment?  Did she cum from the
spanking she received?  Let's see."  I insinuated a hand between
her legs and stroked her outer lips.  "Very slippery; maybe she
didn't cum, but she certainly was getting there."  The finger
slipped into her folds without resistance, and I put the jar of
lube on the bed in her view.  "Guess the slave won't need this,
then."

"Now, the slave behaved very well during her punishment, so I
don't think she should be sent back to painting right away - she
deserves a little break."  I grasped the main device I had taken
and rubbed Karen's moist slit with the tip.  "But not a *rest*,
however.  This should serve both as a reward for her compliant
behaviour, and a little 'oomph' to the rather accustomed
punishment of a spanking - I'd hate for my slave to get used to
things."

I slowly pressed the dildo into her hot, clenching snatch; with
her legs close together cuffed as they were, her pussy was
pushed together and more resistant to the entry of the sex
toy...but not in a painful way; Karen was humming pleasurably as
the fake cock filled her.

Once all but a fraction of an inch was inside my wife's quim, I
flipped the switch on the base of the dildo.  Hearing the click,
Karen perked up.  "Yes, this is 'Mr. Thingy' - my slave is
familiar with him, isn't she?"  And I forced a reply from her by
turning the knob on the vibrator's remote control, causing a
stimulating buzz to come from between her legs and a moaning
"uh-huuhhh" to come from her mouth.

Don't laugh - 'Mr. Thingy' was the name on the package!  I guess
the 'sex toy' company got pretty desperate for a unique name to
make their vibrator stand out from all the other essentially
identical companies and products.

Anyway, Mr. Thingy was only a little bit larger than my own
cock, which was a great salve to my ego.  The image of my wife
getting accustomed to a foot-long dildo may have had a perverse
appeal at first, but common sense about how she'd react to the
real thing afterwards stepped in just in time.  The only
distinguishing feature was the remote control with a dial to
control the speed of the vibrator.  This WAS a handy feature in
our making sure about our house; I'd tied Kar down on the bed,
applied Mr. Thingy, and gone into the basement.  When I turned
the dial right up, I hadn't heard anything.  Then stepping up
onto the main floor, I could barely hear my wife's moans of
pleasure.

As a result, we could keep our promise with Mrs. Travis, our
first landlady.  She lived only a block from the college we were
both attending, and was the best option for accommodations we'd
found (after we realised we were in love and just HAD to live
together).  Mrs. Travis could have gotten almost twice what she
quoted to us for rent, and I'd spoken up several times in the
three years we rented out her basement, only to have her dismiss
me.  "When George and I were your age, we got a similar break
from a kind old man who rented his attic to us; I just like to
think I'm paying him back for his generosity."  In the end, we'd
promised Mrs. Travis (never did find out her first name; funny
that) that when we could, we would pass on the favour to someone
else who deserved a break.

That was why we were fixing up the basement just before Karen
made her submissive revelation - we were making a basement
apartment.  And that was why I needed the test; my darling wife
got rather vocal when she was treated like a slave, and I
worried whether we'd end up disturbing anyone who rented from
us.  Thankfully the house we'd bought was quite solidly built,
and somewhat soundproof.

Which brings me back to the then current 'torture'; I had the
control in my hand as I stroked my slave's sore buttocks.  "So,
are you comfortable?  Hah."  Karen nodded her head and replied
with a vocal moan of assent as the vibrator coaxed her toward
climax.  "Good, I think you need a little time by yourself to
really enjoy this.  Besides, we've wasted enough of this
Saturday; someone needs to get back down and finish the
painting.  I'll be back soon for you, little one - enjoy
yourself," I finished, the evil leer on my face audible in my
voice.

And then I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and stopped
at the top of the stairs.  Waiting a moment, I turned the dial
up, received a cry of ecstasy for my efforts, then twisted the
control up and down a couple of times before descending.

Once I was in the basement, I gave my wife another 'spin' before
pulling on my coveralls again.  Then I popped open the paint
can, and poured some into the roller tray.  I regarded the dent
and dried paint on the side of the pan, and looked over at the
congealed puddle on the bare concrete floor, and turned the knob
a couple of times again.

That was the cause of all this punishment; Karen and I had been
painting the walls of what would be the basement apartment's
main room when she had accidentally stepped on the edge of the
roller pan, tipping it over and spilling the paint across the
floor.

It wasn't that big a thing - we were going to be laying carpet
down later, there hadn't been that much paint in the tray, and
Karen had even managed to avoid getting any on her foot.  But we
both considered this enough of a screw-up to warrant a score of
lashes punishment.  To be honest, I almost think Kar spilled the
paint deliberately to get her 'just desserts.'  Whatever.

I commenced to paint, taking the time to fiddle with the remote
every time I had to dip the roller in the pan.  After maybe
forty minutes I had finished the rest of the room's walls.  I
stood back to regard my work, then gave the vibrator in my
wife's cunt three quick 'spikes', and took off the coveralls.

As I reached the main floor, I could hear my wife.  My smile
faded as I realised that the sounds reaching me were not cries
or moans of pleasure, but sobbing.  "SHIT!" I blurted out, and
tore up the stairs.  'Oh god; what if she sprained something, or
pulled a muscle or something,' I thought to myself as I raced to
help Karen.  'Damn it, I shouldn't have left her alone!  Should
got her to give me a blow job while I worked Mr. Thingy, or
something!'  My mind continued to cry over spilt milk and come
up with 'should haves' and 'if onlys' as I ran into the bedroom.

Karen was still in her same position, and nothing seemed
obviously wrong.  But even so, she was blubbering away as I
quickly knelt beside her, stroking her back to soothe her.

"What happened; where does it hurt," I asked, desperately trying
to keep my voice calm.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, master - I tried...I couldn't help
it...I'm sorry!"  Karen wasn't making much sense as I moved onto
the bed beside her and let her rest her forehead against my
shoulder.

"It's okay, little one; calm down - I'm here now.  Now tell me
what happened."  I stroked her chestnut tresses while she still
babbled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I knew you wanted me to keep...but it
was too much - I didn't mean to disobey you, master, honest I
didn't...please forgive me, master!"

Okay, the soft touch wasn't going to work.  I gritted my teeth
at quashing my instincts and growled out "My slave has not
disobeyed me yet, but if she persists in replying without
answering my questions, she will be upset her master greatly.
NOW, my slave will tell me what happened during her master's
absence."  I punctuated this directive with a quick swat against
her bottom; she yelped and stopped her crying, uttering only a
quick "Sorry, master."

"I'm WAITING, slave."

"Oh, master - I'm so sorry for upsetting you.  I tried to do as
you told, and for the first while I really enjoyed the little
surprises you gave me through the vibrator - I came a couple of
times.

"But...after my third orgasm...I lost control and it slipped
out."  Karen's eyes were downcast; I sat up and sure enough,
there was Mr. Thingy buzzing away softly, bumping against her
left foot.

I reached down and picked up the sex toy, turning it off.
"And?"

Karen looked a little worried as her eyes cast around, trying to
figure out what I was expecting as an answer.  "Well, I
disobeyed you; you told me to-"

"To do what, pray tell?"  I smiled as I lay down beside her
again, my empty hand caressing her cheek.  My expression was as
kind as I could manage, and became even more warm and forgiving
as Karen ran our conversation through her mind again.

"Simply enjoy yourself?"  I shrugged.  "If you can't or aren't
going to follow orders like that, then you're punishing yourself
more perfectly than I could ever manage."

"But..."

"But you expected you had to keep the dildo in, didn't you?  You
assumed that your stimulation was insisted upon by me, not
merely a suggestion."

My wife looked downcast at my collarbone again.  "I'm sorry,
master.  I second-guessed your wishes.  I...I won't jump to
conclusions in future, master."

I cradled her chin in a hand as I made her look me in the eye.
"Now, now; all you managed to do is thwart your own pleasure; as
I said, you are far better at punishing yourself than I will
ever be.  It's a good thing you're such an eager slave to help
her master, even subconsciously."

I slid off the bed and knelt beside my slave-wife's feet.  I
took the time to massage her ankles as I freed them from the
manacles; the padding meant that there wasn't much for me to
worry about there.

As I pulled her free of her confinement, and cradled her stiff
body in my arms, I asked her "Is my slave feeling better now?"
I saw the top of her head move, and her face rub against my
shoulder as she nodded.

"Okay, that pleases me - which is quite important to you, if I
recall correctly.  Anyway, I have to speak to my slave as an
equal for a while - I'm sorry to do this, but..." And I
unfastened the collar around Karen's neck.

She looked me in the eye willingly this time, and spoke in a
more confident voice.  "Sorry about that, honey."

I smiled back, and hugged her.  "Karen, darling - we've been
over this just moments ago; you have nothing to apologise for.
And I'm sorry for you that you ended up spoiling your 'pleasure
break'.  I shoulda been up here to keep an eye on you."

"Aw, don't second-guess yourself, love.  It was fun - I did get
off a couple of times, what with you giving me a surprise jolt
every now and again!"

"How long did you last before it fell out?"

Karen pursed her lips.  "A fair bit - it was hard to keep track
of time - but I think it was only five or ten minutes before you
came back up."

"Good then; you got about a half-hour of entertainment.  I just
gotta remember to strap that thing in - maybe put a pair of your
panties on over it."

She chuckled and mock-punched my shoulder.  "Oh, you - getting
my clean undies all wet and smelly!"

"That's the price, slave.  If you'd rather not get any orgasmic
sessions like that in the future, I'll gladly omit them from my
plans."

We laughed together and cuddled a little longer.  Then something
came to my mind.  "Karen?"

"Mmm-hmm?"

"How am I doing as a Dom?"

"Quite nicely, actually."  Kar shifted, resting her cheek
against my collarbone and opened one eye to examine me.

"As good as...Dave, say?"

A sharp indraw of breath.

"Be honest darling - I won't take offence.  Hell, I need to know
if I'm to do this properly for you."

Karen looked furtive.  "Well...I don't really want to talk about
it...I've tried to put him behind me..."

"And that didn't work; you wouldn't want me to do this stuff if
you didn't miss being a sub."

We parted and rolled on to our backs.  "Pete; I don't want him
back - he...well, he was a Dom, but there wasn't really anything
else there-"

"And that dom-sub relationship is what I want to focus on."  I
rolled back on my side and placed a hand on her shoulder
comfortingly.  "I know Dave is part of your past and will remain
so - I'm not jealous and I'm not worried I'll lose you to him.
I was there, helping you through your break-up with him; I know
the relationship is over."

She placed her hand on mine.  "Oh, Pete; thank you.  You're far
better than I deserve."

I smiled warmly.  "Bullshit - we were meant for each other; I'm
what you deserve, and you're what I deserve.  And that means we
must have been absolute SAINTS in our last lives!"  We kissed.

"But back to the uncomfortable topic; I want to know about your
D&S relationship with Dave - the technical details of what he
did for and to you.  Again; I don't want to make you relive bad
things from your past - just focus on the fun times of being his
slave."

Karen looked over at me and stroked my cheek.  "Oh, my sweet
husband.  I'm sorry for not telling you about this.  You know
why I kept it from you; maybe it was wrong, but..."

I kissed my wife's palm.  "But you had your reasons.  I
understand that, love, and I think I'd do the same thing in your
shoes.  And I hate to press you about this, but I need to know."

"Again, sorry for keeping secrets-"

"Oh, it's not frustrated curiosity - don't worry about you
causing me anxiety.  No, I want to look back on your submissive
past for ideas."

"Ideas?  You need material?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, kinda."  I pursed my lips and frowned before
continuing.  "Because...well, to be honest, I'm struggling with
this new job - being your master is hard work, mentally."  I
shrugged.  "I think I'm just not cut out to be dominant and
cruel the way you want."

"I like what you're doing."

"I know you do, love, but is it enough?  Is there more that you
want?  Am I forgetting anything?  That's why I want to hear
about your time as a slave in college - I need a frame of
reference."

Kar was silent before answering.  "I see your point, love.
You're right that this isn't second-nature to you; I can see it
in your eyes sometimes - you're struggling to think what to do
next, right?"

"Yup."

"Aw, and I love you all the more for doing this, even against
your better judgement."  She rolled away and stretched out,
yawning.  "Tell you what - I'll tell you all you want to know
while we finish the basement."

"Oh, we're done - I finished the walls while you were 'tied
up'."

"Already?"

I nodded.  "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think you
were slowing me down."

Kar pouted, then brightened.  "So what will we do the rest of
the after...er, evening?"  She corrected herself after looking
at the alarm clock.

I bit my lip and screwed my face up in a parody of thinking
hard.  "Gee...I dunno...the slave could please her master, I
guess."

Karen smirked at me.  "Sounds fine, but how do I tell you about
my slave days of yesteryear when my mouth is full of hard, hot
cock?"  Her voice got deep and sultry as she finished that
question and her hand on my manhood felt my arousal rise.

"Ummmm.  I hadn't planned on a blow-job - not that I don't want
one!" I added hurriedly.  "How about this - the slave pleases
her master, then I'll repay the favour and you do the
storytelling while getting your rug munched?"

"Ew; you know I enjoy the activity, but could you make it sound
a LITTLE more appealing?" Karen joked.  "Okay, this sounds like
a plan; there's just one little problem."

I frowned.  "What?"

My wife crossed her arms and smiled smugly.  "I don't want to do
it."

I grinned back at her, reached over and refastened the collar
that had been hanging loosely around Karen's neck this whole
time.  When it was buckled securely again, I leaned over and
whispered in her ear.  "I don't CARE what you want or don't
want, slave - you're going to do this."

She looked at me lovingly and replied, "Thank you, master."

I looped a finger through the ring in her collar and led her
unresistingly down the bed to my lower body.  My slave stroked
over my tented crotch with awe and respect.  I cleared my throat
and looked expectantly at her.  She quickly slipped my
sweatpants off, and fondled my almost-erect cock.

After a few strokes, she licked my prick all over, covering it
with her slick spittle.  I threaded my fingers in her luxuriant
hair but didn't have to force her to do anything.  My slave took
the hint and slipped her lips over my head, then quickly
engulfed me down to the root, the tip easing itself into her
throat.  She held that position for a short while and hummed.
My head lolled back and I groaned.

She had to breathe, however, and eased back to tease and suckle
my glans.  Her tongue ran circles around the head's rim,
tickling all the right spots.  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked
hard against my cock.

Soon I grew tired of this, and gave her a cue for the next stage
by tightening my grip on her hair.  She switched to bobbing her
head up and down my shaft, keeping up as much suction as she
could.

"Ahhhh, that's it slave - fuck that cock with your mouth.  Make
it cum.  You want it to cum, don't you?"  How she managed to
work nodding her head into her unstopping 'face-fucking' I don't
know, but she did it just the same.  I was also informed of her
assent by a humming "Uh-huh."

"Well work hard on it and you'll get it to cum.  It'll shoot off
into your mouth.  And you'll swallow it all up, won't you my
dutiful, compliant slave?"  Another nod.  "Good, keep going -
it," I paused to gasp as my cockhead was starting to poke into
her throat again, "it won't be long."

It wasn't.  My slave could tell when I was ready and sucked hard
as she drew her head back one last time.  She wrapped her hands
around my shaft and sucked on the head like she was drinking
from a straw.  And after a moment, she was.  She drank my cum
down willingly, then released my softening prick and gave it a
respectful kiss before sliding up alongside me again.
"Permission to speak, master?"

I nodded my head and waggled my hand, signifying that she was
free to remove her collar.  I was far too drained to speak.

Once the buckle was undone, Karen lay next to me, kissing my
cheek.  "Oh, Pete - you're worried you're not being strong
enough a master to me.  You were just FINE a little while ago; I
loved how you controlled me, honey.  And your questions to your
slave - we both knew how I would answer, but making me think
about those deliciously wicked things and then agree?  Oh, thank
you, honey." She kissed my cheek and snuggled into my side.

"Yer welcome," I sighed, bringing the hand that wasn't under
Karen up to fondle her breast.  I stroked her soft skin as I
recovered my strength.  When my breathing returned to normal, I
started playing with my wife's nipple, tweaking and stroking the
erect nub.

"Ohhhhh, that's nice, Pete."

I grinned at her closed eyes.  "And this is gonna be even
better."  I began to make my way down her body, pausing to
suckle both breasts, leaving the nipples hard and bright pink,
the areolae wet and puckering with goose pimples.

As my head drew level with her pussy, I grasped her hips and
pulled her down the bed as I slid off the end.  The pillow that
had cushioned the footboard when she was restrained earlier had
fallen to the floor, but I replaced it with little effort.  Then
I slipped my hands under Karen's ass, lifted her body up and
placed her butt squarely on the pillow.

"Okay," I began as I stroked her pussy lips with a finger and
breathed hotly on her bush, "I believe you were going to tell me
a story while I do this."

"Mmmmmm, yeah," my wife moaned as my finger slipped into her
damp slit.  "Um...well, when I started - oh! - started college,
I wanted to join this one...mmmmm...sorority.  Chi Omega Mu.
They - yes, that's nice - had...they had a wonderful house on
campus, and - oh, oh, ohhhh - I knew a couple of the sisters
from high school - one tutored me in trig when I was a
sophomore.  It wouldn't - yes, yes, keep doing that - college
wouldn't be so lonely - so scary being so far from h...oh-
oh...huh...home."  Her fingers were entwined in my hair, and
she'd been bucking around a fair bit as I ate her out and
finger-fucked her.

Karen's voice was frustrated.  "Oh, Pete - I'm so sorry.  I want
to tell you all this, but - nnnnnngh! - I...I just can't
concentrate.  Oh, please don't stop."

I paused to answer, keeping my two fingers thrusting in and out
of her grasping twat.  "It's okay, little one.  Tell you what:
I'll finish you off now, then we rest up, and we'll catch up on
your college days while we make supper.  Sound better?"

She had lifted her head up to look at me, and could only nod
tiredly, suddenly biting her lip as my slick thumb waggled over
her clit.

It didn't take much longer to bring Karen up that bumpy slope of
pleasure - strewn with some little orgasms along the way - up to
a huge crashing climax that left my scalp scratched, my ears
boxed by flailing thighs, and my wife limp with exertion.

I wiped my face with my sweats, then jockeyed us under the
covers and snuggled up to my mate.

"Ooooooohhhhh, p...Pete?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Th...thank you.  And Pete?"

"Hmmm?"

"You can be totally evil when you're working on me like that.
You control me so perfectly, and could set me off with just a
look.  But," Karen yawned, "but you tease me, instead.  You coax
me along for a bigger payoff, of course, but it still feels
great as YOU take charge of my orgasms for me.  Thank you."

I smiled and hugged her closer to me.  "You're more than
welcome, little one.  And thank you for reminding me that I'm
mastering you properly in some respects."  We kissed lovingly,
and snuggled down for a quick nap.

fin de deuxieme

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