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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 19
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 04:10:05 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 19 - Woof, Woof

   Somehow they ended up spooned, Richard behind Janet with one arm under
her shoulder, hand cupping her left boob, his other arm draped over her
with that hand cupping her right boob.  Their knees were bent, his tucked
in behind hers, his cock pressed ever so nicely against her bum.  His cock
wasn't hard either, which kind of amazed him.  Maybe he was getting used to
her or maybe her surprise deep throat trick had worn him out!

   Once again Janet was a jumble of conflicting feelings.  It felt
unbelievably nice lying here naked, his body fitting so snugly against hers
but it shouldn't feel nice.  Her hands were covering his, holding them
against her boobs and that also felt great but she knew it shouldn't feel
great.  Even if his hands weren't groping her boobs or nipples the way most
guys seemed to, shouldn't she hate him touching her no matter what?  And
having his cock press against her bum wasn't disgusting but surely it
should be?

   His cock felt like it was in that half state, not soft like she knew it
could sometimes be but not really hard like she now knew it was most of the
time.  If she were to wriggle her bum and press back a bit she reckoned it
would probably get hard again though!  Not that she was going to do that
although maybe she should?  Maybe that was what she was meant to do?  Shit!
It wasn't fair.  Why did his body have to fit hers so well?

   Truth was he had a good body, the sort that if she saw on TV or in a
film she and her friends would probably pretend to swoon over.  Why
couldn't he at least have been fat!  Or wimpy!  Or really ugly!  With all
the horrid things he'd done to her and made her do to him it didn't seem
fair that he wasn't gross.  More than that, why did he have to keep give
her mind-blowing orgasms.  She wanted to hate everything he did to her but
it was so hard when he did the things like he just had, making her feel so
good.

   By contrast, Richard's feelings were all on the upside.  Life was
looking very good and he couldn't really see how this was going to change.
Janet was so totally responding to him, not fighting him at all and the way
her body was fitting so perfectly against his ...  well it was ... 
perfect! And they had the whole day ahead of them to just hang out and
whenever they felt like it they could have sex again.  This really was how
it should be he thought kissing the top of her head.

   "Mmmm.  This is nice but I guess you'll want to shower and stuff?  I
mean not that you smell or anything but you know?"

   He did an exaggerated sniff then hugged her tighter.

   "Actually you do.  Good though.  You smell good and sexy, very sexy! 
But it's shower time then we can do something else?  Like whatever we want,
you know?  I mean, you know anything ...  you know, together?"

   "Yes master."

   Shit!  Fuck he was an idiot sometimes!  Do something else?  Anything? 
She was going to think he meant sex.  Not that he didn't want to have more
sex with her, of course he did, but that wasn't what he meant this time. 
Bumbling like a thirteen year old.  Idiot!

   Sex is exactly what Janet assumed he meant.  She knew she should have
wriggled her butt against his cock when she'd thought about it because it
was pretty obvious that all he thought about was them having sex.  Or maybe
he was going to make her read more stories or watch sex videos.  Not that
it mattered what it was, as long as she kept him happy, made the first move
whenever she could and did everything he asked without question.

   She was just about to reach back to his cock when he took his hands from
her boobs and moved out from behind her, clambering off the bed.

   "Coming?  We can use mom and dad's shower.  It's huge.  A two person
one."

   He was standing alongside the bed holding his hand out.  All she could
do was smile at him as she moved off the bed, giving him her hand so he
could lead her to his parent's room.

   "I just remembered you've used their shower before haven't you?"

   "Yes master."

   "Wow, that seems like so long ago.  You and Kelly haven't stayed over
for years.  Hey, you remember the first time?"

   "Sorry?"

   "The first time you guys stayed over and used mom and dad's shower?"

   "Not sure ...  oh yeah, I do.  We were, what, six maybe?"

   "If that."

   "Yeah, and Kel got so excited about the shower cause it was so big. 
Your mom said it was okay for her and I to get in together.  You know I
think that was her fav thing about coming over for the next couple of
years, using your parents shower."

   "Shit!"

   "What?"

   "I'd never really thought about it but I guess my parents must get in it
together.  Whoa!  Not sure if I should be thinking about Mom and Dad in the
shower together cause that could lead to other thoughts about them!"

   "Other thoughts ...  What, you don't think they have sex or something?
Come on."

   "Yeah, yeah, I know they do but trust me it's not something I think
about.  Or want to think about!  I mean who wants to thing about their olds
doing it?  Come on, I mean you don't think about your parents having sex?
Oh wow, you do?  Really?"

   "No ...  no, not like that.  But once Kel and I ...  shit, now you can't
tell anyone this, okay?"

   "No.  What?"

   "It was about eighteen months ago.  Kel and I had gone into town with
... someone, um, can't remember who ...  to see a movie.  Kel started to
feel sick so she and I came home but of course we were early.  Anyway mom
and dad were in the lounge room and ...  you know ...  they were doing it.
They didn't hear us come in and we kind of watched them for a bit.  That's
all."

   "You're kidding!  And they don't know?"

   "No way!  God that'd be horrid!"

   "Totally!  Ok.  Let's shower."

   The shower had two nozzles facing each other.  Richard stepped in and
turned on both showerheads adjusting the water temperature.  As the water
started to heat up Janet joined him picking up the soap so she could start
washing him.  Slave duty!

   "Hey, no probs.  I showered earlier so I think I'm pretty clean.  This
is for you.  Here, give me the soap.  Okay turn around, I'll start with
your back."

   Unexpected.  He was going to wash her?  It was fine of course.  Probably
better in fact than having to wash him because if all she had to do was
stand here while he washed her then she couldn't do anything wrong and that
meant he wouldn't have any reason to punish her.

   He started with her back working his way down from her shoulders,
figuring this way he was leaving the best till last.  Maybe washing her
wasn't the most exciting thing in the world but it certainly wasn't the
dullest.  Any reason to touch Janet was a worthwhile one he thought as he
worked over her back.  It didn't take all that long before he was soaping
her butt, making extra sure he soaped into her crack before crouching down
to do the backs of her legs all the way down to her ankles.

   "There, all clean on the back.  Front please."

   She looked amazing, wet hair plastered to her head, rivulets of water
running over her face and her body.  Awesome sight!  And now he got to wash
her beautiful boobs.  He took a long time working on them, almost
forgetting what he was doing as he stroked and caressed them, making sure
they were cleaner than clean, paying particular attention to her rubbery
nipples.  Then his soapy hands were traveling down her stomach till
eventually one hand was between her legs, carefully washing her pussy.

   Occasionally when she showered she played with her boobs and a few times
she'd masturbated in the shower but mostly she thought of a shower as
something to either help her wake up, refresh her after a long day or of
course to get clean in.  This was something else though.  It was relaxing
with the water beating down on her at the same time as it was exciting
having him soap her everywhere.

   "Ohhh!"

   She couldn't help the small moan as his hand moved between her legs and
rubbed her pussy, one finger briefly dipping inside.  Then he was kneeling
down, resting the top of his head against her mound as he worked his way
down her legs, even cleaning her feet.  As the water poured over them she
moved her hands through his hair, pressing his head against her.  It seemed
that all too soon he was finished, putting the soap away as he stood.

   "There.  All done I think."

   "Hmmm.  Thank you.  Umm, do you want me to wash you?"

   "Nope.  I'm fine but what about your hair?  Want me to wash it?"

   "Oh, um, I guess.  Yeah.  It needs it I guess."

   "Okay.  Now I know how fussy you are about your shampoo but mom has a
zillion shampoos you can choose from here."

   "Fussy?  I'm not fussy."

   "Shit, you practically threw a tantrum the first time you had to wash
your hair here because my shampoo was 'boy crap' if I remember rightly. 
After that you used to always bring your own over."

   "Well it was boy crap.  And I didn't throw a tantrum.  I've never thrown
a tantrum.  In my life, ever.  I'm sure I'd remember something like that.
And look, your mum has lots of stuff I can use."

   She picked up one of the shampoo bottles and was about to squeeze out
some shampoo when Richard took it from her.

   "I'll do it.  Here, bend over a bit."

   Soon her head had all but disappeared in the shampoo lather as he worked
it into her scalp.  Then he repositioned her so the shower was washing the
shampoo out.  At the same time he started working his fingers into her
scalp.  As he worked, he thought he heard Janet moan, then a few seconds
later her head dropped forward till her forehead was resting on his chest.
Nice!  This was his favorite part of having his hair cut, when the
hairdresser washed his head and gave him a head massage, especially if it
was a girl doing the massage.  Only trouble was that it was normally over
in a couple of minutes and he always wanted more.

   So he gave Janet more.  For at least ten minutes he worked his fingers
on her scalp as the water cascaded over them.  Finally he eased off.

   "All done."

   She slowly raised her head, peering at him for a moment before twining
her arms around his neck and lifting her head up to kiss him.

   "Thank you.  That was so good.  Felt like my head was going to melt away
or something."

   "Excellent.  I always love having my head massaged too.  Hey, time we go
out before we become total prunes."

   As they were toweling themselves dry Richard made a second attempt to
find out what Janet wanted to do for the rest of the day.

   "So, now we're clean, what would you like to do?"

   "Oh, um, anything you want really."

   "Well some of what I figured we could do would be another movie, um, get
some DVD's but we'd have to go out to get them of course, go to the mall,
swimming, bike ride, TV but there's probably nothing on, um, its too late
to go to the beach today really.  So, any ideas?"

   "Bike?"

   "What?  Bike ride?  Really?  Okay, cool.  You mean it?"

   "Ah, yeah I guess.  I think my bike's okay.  I mean I haven't used it
for a while but it should be okay."

   "Like old times, huh?  Except Kels not here."

   Years ago if they didn't go away during the holidays, Richard, Janet and
Kelly would spend much of their time on their bikes, traveling all over the
city.  He hadn't actually planned on suggesting they go for a ride, it had
slipped out.  But now that it was out he was quite glad because he still
loved riding and it would be fun to ride with Janet again.

   Janet had grabbed at the idea of a bike ride because it seemed to be a
safe option.  If they were on their bikes they couldn't have sex, wouldn't
really have to talk much and nobody was likely to see them.  Easy choice
really!

   So it was that thirty minutes later they were over at her place, Richard
checking over her bike pumping up the tires while Janet was upstairs
changing.  When she came back down and joined him in the garage it took all
his self-control not to suggest they forget the bike ride and have sex
again.

   She'd dried her hair and had it pulled back in a pony with a blue
scrunchy holding it in place.  Her face was fresh and clean, inviting, her
eyes sort of sparkling.  She was wearing a white sports bra, a darker blue
sleeveless top that was knotted under her boobs leaving her mid-riff bare,
pale blue bike pants that looked like they'd been painted on, white sport
socks, sneakers and she looked absolutely amazing.  Sexy.  Hot.  Possibly
the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

   "Wow!"

   "What?  What's wrong?"

   "Nothing.  No.  You look ...  great, that's all.  I mean ...  wow!"

   "No.  This is just an old top and ...  no."

   "Yes!  You do, I mean really ...  you know ...  you do ...  um, well,
anyway everything seems okay here.  Tires are up now.  Guess we might as
well head."

   A minute later they were rolling down Janet's drive and turning right.
Janet wasn't really expecting to enjoy the ride but as soon as they took
off that changed.  It had been so long since she'd been on her bike that
she'd forgotten how exhilarating the wind against her face felt.

   After about a mile of zigzagging through local streets they reached
Holstein Park from where they could link up with the bike pathway.  Over
the last twenty years the city had invested heavily in bike paths building
a substantial network.  The track they were on lead them through a series
of parks and dedicated bike lanes skirting the edge of the city before
coming out alongside the river near the university.  If they followed the
track along the river they'd eventually reach the sea but that would be a
very long ride.  Richard pulled up, waiting for Janet to catch up to him.

   "So, how far you want to go?"

   "Huckleberry Hill maybe?"

   "Cool, that's what I figured too.  Let's go!"

   Huckleberry Hill was Richard, Janet and Kelly's name for a private area
they'd discovered about twelve miles downstream.  At the time of the
'discovery' Richard had been reading Tom Sawyer, hence the name.  It wasn't
much of a hill, more of a tall mound but it had become their favorite
hideout.  It was at a bend in the river about two hundred feet inland from
the bike path, and was surrounded by trees and bushes making it very
private.  On the other side of the track down by the river there was a
little cove that was protected from the current where they could safely
swim.  They often brought a picnic lunch, spending hours swimming in the
cove or hanging out on their hilltop.

   For most of the ride along the river, Richard let Janet take the lead.
The problem with this was that a few times he almost collided with someone
coming the other way and once almost missed a bend in the path which would
have seen him end up in the river because his attention was continually on
Janet, not the path.  He had trouble keeping his eyes off her, reveling in
the sight of her amazing legs pumping up and down, the intricate play of
her back muscles, the sweep of her arms down to her hands where they
gripped the handle bars and the sway of her ponytail.  It was so exciting
being able to look at her, to drink in her beautiful body without the fear
she'd tell him to stop, tell him to piss off.

   The track became progressively deserted as they moved further from the
city and for the last five minutes they didn't see anyone else.  When they
arrived at the bend in the river they pulled off to the side.

   "Want to see if the hill's still there?"

   "I think it'll still be there Richard.  It can't 'disappear' can it?"

   "You know what I mean.  See if it's still hidden, if anyone else has
discovered it."

   "Yeah.  Okay, why not."

   The bush seemed to be a lot thicker than they remembered so it wasn't an
easy climb.  Janet went first and soon Richard had to help her so she
didn't slide back down in some of the steeper spots.  He was tempted to
hold her butt and push her up that way but resisted and instead put his
hands on the small of her back to help her.  The last few feet was almost a
vertical climb over a bank and he really had to push so she could get up.
When Janet was over the top she turned and offered her hand to Richard to
help him and once they were both up it only seemed natural to keep holding
hands.  At the top the small grassed clearing which was maybe twenty feet
across looked no different to when they'd last been here probably four
years ago.  From the hilltop you could see out to the river and all the way
down to the sea off in the distance.  They stood in silence for a while,
hand in hand, looking out.

   "I'd forgotten how beautiful it is?"

   "What?"

   "The view.  It's really beautiful."

   "Oh, yeah, I guess so."

   "Guess so?  Boys!"

   "Hey, pity we didn't bring food."

   "You mean pity I didn't bring food.  Kelly and I always brought the food
unless it was chewing gum."

   "Yeah well I'm a boy aren't I.  Food's girl stuff isn't it?"

   "Pardon?"

   "Hey, only joking.  I do food now.  Mom and dad wouldn't let me stay by
myself until I'd proven to mom I could cook stuff."

   "Scary thought!"

   "Say, you want to have a picnic here one day?"

   "Oh ...  um ...  yes, of course."

   "Tomorrow maybe?  We could head down early and spend most of the day
here.  Maybe swim as well?  What do you say?"

   "I guess.  Yeah, okay."

   "Cool.  Great!  Should be fun.  And you're right you know, it is a great
view."

   They stood for a while longer, still holding hands enjoying the silence
and solitude.

   "So, well, um, now we know the hill's still here I guess we can head
back?"

   "Okay.  At least getting down will be easier than climbing up was."

   The ride back was uneventful though by the time they reached the house
they were both starting to feel a bit worn out from what was an almost
non-stop two-hour ride.  Richard led them around the back of his house and
they propped their bikes against the back porch.

   "Want to have a swim?  Cool off?"

   "Yeah.  Definite."

   "Then last one in's ..."

   "the last one wet!"

   It was a silly phrase that the three of them used to say.  Before Janet
had even finished the second half of it Richard was racing off, heading to
the pool, tugging at his t-shirt.  Standing by the pool he started yanking
at his shoes with one hand while the other was pulling down his pants. 
Then something flew past him.  Janet.  She'd taken a running dive into the
pool fully clothed!  That wasn't fair or rather, why didn't he think of
that.  By the time she surfaced he was naked and he dived in, heading
straight for her.  When he reached her he leapt at her intent on dunking
her but she easily dodged him.

   "You cheated!"

   "What?  No way.  Nothing in the rules says you have to take your clothes
off.  And anyway, thought you knew I was a cheater!!"

   "Oh yeah, true, I forgot."

   "So, I win."

   "Okay cheater, you win ...  this time.  What do you want?"

   The other part of the game was that the last one in the pool had to do
something for the others.  Normally Kelly was the last one in and her tasks
tended to be menial jobs such as getting them drinks whenever they wanted
them.  Until Richard said 'What do you want?" Janet had forgotten about
that part of the game.  Her unedited response shocked her though as she
thought about asking him to go down on her, to finger her, to slowly make
love to her.  Of course she didn't say any of those, no way in the world.
She shook her head, trying to throw these sick thoughts away.

   "Oh ...  I'll think of something, don't you worry."

   "Okay, I'll be waiting."

   "Shit.  Now my clothes are all wet!  How am I going to get them dry? 
Shit!"

   "What do you expect if you go swimming in them!  Anyway all you have to
do is put them in the dryer.  They'll dry no problem."

   "Oh.  Yeah, of course.  I might do that now."

   "Okay.  Hurry back."

   Half way to the Marks' laundry Janet started to worry and not only
because of what she'd almost blurted out when he asked what she wanted. 
She'd had a great day from the moment she woke all the way through to
diving in the pool.  She'd enjoyed hanging with Richard and that was wrong.
She shouldn't enjoy any of this she should hate it.  Maybe when he gave her
an orgasm she couldn't stop her body enjoying that but she shouldn't enjoy
riding with him or swimming with him or anything else they might do.

   Truth was she shouldn't really enjoy him giving her an orgasm either
because he shouldn't be able to give her an orgasm.  Her body shouldn't be
betraying her like this.  In the laundry she quickly stripped, throwing
everything including her sneakers in the dryer.  What to do?  She didn't
seem to be able to stop herself enjoying the good things he did but even if
she could that probably would be the wrong thing to do anyway.  He'd
probably realise there was something wrong, get angry and punish her.  All
she could really do was what she was doing, make sure he was happy with
everything she did to him.

   Richard was on top of the world as he watched Janet head into the house.
Climbing out of the pool he hit the switch for the spa before slipping into
it, letting the bubbling waters envelop him.  Things were going way better
than he could ever have imagined.  They were really hanging together now,
just like they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

   Warning!!!  Shit, he was doing it again, convincing himself that she
love ...  liked him.  She didn't and as much as he might want her to he had
to remember that she never would.  She was only doing all this stuff cause
she was scared of him, cause he was blackmailing her into it and he mustn't
forget this otherwise he'd end up blowing it.  Maybe he was getting too
soft, maybe he needed to be more of a master.  He had to dominate her more.
Made sense because it was when he dominated her that she learnt stuff.  It
was after he'd whipped her and hit her, that that she became a good slave.

   In some of the slave stories the master would whip a slave for no
reason. When the slave would ask why, the master would say it was because
the master wanted to, or because they could.  Maybe he should do that. 
Give her another whipping and tell her he was doing it just because he
could.  Yes, he'd do it when she came back.  Tell her to go a get the whip.
He'd make sure she didn't forget he was her master.

   She was coming back now.  She was standing on the other side of the spa.
She was about to get in.  She was naked, her body still wet, shining in the
afternoon sun and his heart was in his throat!

   "Hold on."

   She paused, one foot poised above the water.  He was looking at her, his
eyes slowly traveling up her body and she felt the blush spreading over her
face and neck.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing.  Nothing's wrong.  I mean, you're ...  I mean the sun's on you
and the spray of the water and ...  and you look so beautiful.  So really
beautiful that I guess I wanted to look at you because it's so hard to
believe.  I mean you are so beautiful.  Sorry.  I mean, get in, come on."

   He thought she was beautiful.  She wasn't, not really, but he thought so
and that was so nice.  She moved down into the water and somehow they
drifted together, meeting in the middle of the spa, only their lips
touching.  To start it was the lightest of touches but soon their tongues
joined in, moving in a delicate dance and even in the warm spa water they
both shivered with a tingling pleasure.

   "Thank you ...  master."

   "What?  Oh, no, thank you ...  what I mean is, you know you probably
don't have to say 'master' all the time.  I mean only sometimes, you know."

   "Oh ...  um ...  thanks."

   They kissed again tongues once more exploring before they retreated to
opposite sides of the spa, smiling tentatively at each other, adrift in
their thoughts as they enjoyed the relaxing pummel of the water.  Richard
allowed his eyes to close as he tried to analyze what had happened.  One
moment he was getting ready to whip her, the next moment he was telling her
she didn't have to call him master!  The thing was he felt good about that
and he was glad he hadn't asked her to get the whip.  If he had he was
pretty sure she wouldn't have kissed him the way she did and the kisses had
been amazing.  He could still feel the effect, an exciting tightness deep
in his stomach.  But telling her she didn't have to call him master?  That
was undoubtedly a dumb thing to say but he didn't know how he could unsay
it without sounding totally stupid.

   For a while nothing more happened but as the swirling water push their
legs around they occasionally collided.  Soon their feet were touching,
toes fitting together, breaking apart then coming together again.  Janet
knew she was smiling as they played with each other's feet but she no
longer cared.  Eyes closed, the hot water swirling around, the tension
disappearing from her muscles, it was hard to focus on anything other than
the small pleasures of the moment.

   Then his feet disappeared and she was momentarily disappointed however
his hands soon replaced them.  She kept her eyes closed as his hands moved
along the outside of her legs, up her calves, her thighs and her hips.  As
they circled her waist she felt his body move in between her legs and she
closed her legs in, settling them around his hips, trapping him as she
opened her eyes.  He was kneeling in the water, his smiling face a foot
from hers, looking incredibly cute.

   "What's happening tonight?"

   "Pardon?"

   "Tonight?  Can you stay?"

   "Oh, um, I don't know.  Have to ask mom."

   "Want to do that now?"

   "Okay."

   He closed the gap and once more they kissed, this time with a little
more urgency.  As their lips and tongues dueled she idly wondered if he was
hard under the swirling water.  Probably.  She knew she was wet and not
just because they were in the water.  Without planning it one had dropped
down.  Yep.  He was hard!  She worked her hand on his cock as they
continued to kiss.  Maybe she should offer to suck him or something like
that now.  She was trying to figure out exactly how to say 'Do you want me
to suck your cock?' when he broke the kiss.

   "Come on, let's check with your mom.  Then, maybe we can do something
else ...  ?"

   They were soon inside and she was dialing her mother's work.

   "Hi mom.  ...  Yeah, good.  ...  Oh, okay.  So about six thirty?  ... 
No nothing really.  See you then.  Bye."

   As she hung up the phone she turned to Richard, hoping he wouldn't be
angry.

   "Um, I've got to go home tonight.  The Morgansens are coming over for
dinner apparently and mum wants me there."

   "Six thirty?"

   "Well yeah, that's to like set the table and help her in the kitchen and
stuff."

   "So that gives us about two hours."

   "Yep."

   "So I guess we could swim some more or maybe we could go upstairs. 
Which do you think?"

   "Oh, um, whatever you want ...  master."

   As he stepped up to her, his head tilting to one side, his lips meeting
hers, she closed her eyes, accepting the kiss, returning it with an open
mouth.  Her arms went around his waist as his circled her shoulders and
their bodies pressed into each other, separated only by their towels.  They
kissed for a while, tongues playing with each other till he pulled back.

   "Hmm, nice.  I love kissing you.  No, I want to know which you want to
do?"

   He lips touched hers again, his tongue tracing her upper teeth.

   "Swim ..."

   This time his tongue ran across her bottom teeth.

   "Or upstairs, sex, lots of sex."

   He kissed her again.

   "Swim ..."

   Kiss

   "Or sex?"

   Once more he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his arms
dropped down to clutch her arse, pulling her tight against him.  This time
when they parted they were both a little breathless.

   "Well, which one?"

   "Sex."

   "Lots of it?"

   "Yeah, lots and lots of sex."

   She'd only meant to repeat his phrase, 'lots of', not embellish it with
'lots and lots of'.  That had sort of slipped out.  Not that she thought it
was a bad thing but it made her sound like she was really wanting him to
have sex with her and of course she wasn't.  But of course she did want him
to think she was looking forward to having sex so it was actually good that
she said it.  Anyway, the important thing was that if they were going to
have sex again she knew she had to take the lead, to convince him she
really wanted to have sex with him.

   This was so radically different to how she would have acted only a week
ago.  Up till then, when she was with a guy, there was always this internal
radar operating ready to signal her when it was time to run interference as
his hands moved too close to her pussy or tried to undo too many buttons.
Of course now that she didn't have to worry about, in fact wasn't allowed
to worry about that, it did make it easier to think about him, about how
she could give him pleasure, because that's really what this was all about.

   So instead of leaving her hands encircling his waist, she moved them
down to momentarily hold and squeeze his bum, pulling him to her before she
started tugging at his towel.

   Richard had been prepared to take it slow but Janet was obviously hot to
have sex, which was fine with him.  As he felt her hands tugging at his
towel he reciprocated, bringing his hands between them to loosen the end of
the towel where it was caught between her boobs.  Within seconds they were
both naked again, their bodies pressed against each other.

   "That feels better."

   "Hmmm."

   Then they were hungrily kissing again.  As they kissed he started to
shuffle towards the stairs and when he bumped against her feet, she lifted
them, placing them on top of his so he was able to walk the two of them to
the stairs without interrupting their kiss.  The stairs presented a problem
though.  He didn't want to break the contact with her but if he tried to
walk them up the stairs like this he'd probably topple over and kill them
both.

   He figured there wasn't really another option so, breaking their kiss,
he scooped her up into his arms, his left arm under her knees this other
around her shoulders.  Instinctively her arms went around his neck as he
started up the stairs.  She was grinning at him, something he hadn't seen
for a long time and he liked it.

   "Think you can make it?"

   "What?  Yeah!"

   "Well, last time you tried this you didn't!  Remember?"

   "Huh?"

   "Last time you tried to carry me up some stairs, remember?"

   "No ...  wait on, yes I do.  We'd been playing in your yard and you
twisted your foot?  Yeah.  I remember.  I was trying to get you up to your
room or something like that.  Had to stop half way and you crawled the rest
of the way didn't you?"

   "Yep.  I remember my foot was hurting so much.  Then when you picked me
up it actually hurt even more but I didn't tell you cause you were so
worried about me.  You were like really wanting to carry me upstairs and I
didn't want to hurt your feeling or something like that."

   For the last few steps they were silent, Janet resting her head on his
shoulder as they each remembered a more innocent time.

   "There!  Made it, even if you are heavier now than you were then!"

   "Heavy?  Heavier?  Thanks.  Great, I'm fat.  You think I'm fat."

   "What?  No, no I don't."

   "You said I'm heavy."

   "Heavier!  Of course you're heavier than five years ...  Shit ... 
you're not fat."

   "Well heavier, fat.  Same thing!"

   "Okay!  Look, come here."

   He pulled her in front of the full-length mirror, and standing behind
her, pinned her arms to her side.

   "Look.  Not fat.  Not even in the slightest bit fat.  You're ...  you're
perfect!  Your body is ...  is ...  it's beautiful, the most beautiful body
I've ever seen.  It's so beautiful, you're so beautiful, so totally
perfect. See?"

   "No its not ...  I'm not, no way."

   "Look.  No, look dammit!"

   "Please don't.  Stop.  You're embarrassing me."

   "Tough!  Anyway, you are beautiful and there's absolutely no way in the
world you're fat.  So."

   It was embarrassing, so confronting being made to stand in front of the
mirror like this.  She wanted to twist away, run and hide.  Not that she
thought she was fat fat, but she knew there were places that weren't as
good as they should be.  Her boobs were almost too big and her hips were
probably too wide and she was always worried that her thighs were starting
to get chunky.

   "My boobs are ..."

   "Perfect.  Absolutely totally perfect.  I love ...  they look so
beautiful."

   "You're not fat."

   "What?"

   "You're not fat."

   "I never said I was."

   "No, I mean you've got a good body."

   She turned towards him, any excuse to be able to stop staring at herself
in the mirror with someone else there.  And this was what she should be
doing anyway, saying nice things to him, being a good slave.  She brought
her hands up to his shoulders then trailed her fingers down over his chest.

   "See, you have a good body.  Muscles, but not too much."

   "What are you doing?  You trying to change the subject?"

   "Yeah, maybe, anyway I thought we came up here to have lots and lots of
sex, not talk about my fat body?"

   "Yeah we did and I told you you aren't ...  ohhh!"

   She'd ducked her head down and locked her lips onto his nipple, sucking
on it, her tongue flicked against it as her hands moved behind him,
grabbing his butt, her nails digging in as she squeezed his bum.  If she
wanted to shut him up, this was an exceptionally smart way to do it.  He
groan again, stroking her hair as she moved from one side to the other,
paying homage to his nipples, sending shivers through his body.  Then her
lips moved lower as she carefully slid to her knees.  Her hands still
kneading his butt, she tilted her head up, looking into his eyes as she
licked her lips.

   "Would you like your slave to suck your big beautiful cock master?"

   Janet Sheen, kneeling at his feet, holding his bum as she looked up at
him, asking him if he wanted her to suck his cock.  No, his big beautiful
cock!  Every cell in his body did a back flip as the blood rushed to his
head and his vision tunneled till all he could see was her open mouth and
the delicate pink tip of her tongue tracing along her luscious lips.  It
felt like forever before he was able to marshal the appropriate brain cells
to allow him to speak again although it was undoubtedly only a few seconds.

   "Oh yeah, I sure would.  I'd love my slave to suck my cock ...  ohh,
god! Yes, that's feels, that's so ...  so good!"

   His hands were on her shoulders, hers were still at work on his bum and
her mouth was now performing magic on his cock.  He stood immobile, lost in
the sensations as she sucked and sucked, her head corkscrewing up and down
taking at least half his cock into her mouth as her tongue moved constantly
against his cockshaft.  Soon he could feel his cockhead moving across the
roof of her mouth till he knew it must be getting close to her throat.  Her
throat.  Yes, maybe she'd do that again.  Shit, all he had to do was ask
her and she'd do it.

   "Oh that's so fucking good.  Um.  Hey, can you do it all the way again,
you know like this morning.  That was so amazing."

   She wasn't surprised to hear him ask her to deep throat him.  From his
response this morning she wouldn't be surprised if she had to do it every
time she sucked him from now on.  Well, if she did it successfully once
then there was no reason why she couldn't do it again.  Repositioning
herself she tilted her body up, angling her head so that hopefully it would
be a straight line from her mouth down into her throat.  She stopped
sucking and for a while just licked his cock, letting her saliva build up
as she mentally prepared herself.  The idea of having his cock actually
inside her throat was still scary and the last thing she needed was to
panic as she was doing it.

   Finally she was ready, almost looking forward to the challenge of doing
this again.  She moved back till only his cockhead was in her mouth and
then, as she peered along his shaft into his pubic hair, she started
swallowing, her tongue undulating along the underside of his cock.  She
watched the shaft slowly disappear and when she felt the smooth head touch
her throat she took a huge swallow.  It entered her throat and, pushing
aside her natural instinct to pull back she kept moving, feeling the
mushroom head moving down her throat.  Her eyes closed as his pubic hair
came closer and she dimly heard him calling out something but her total
focus was on this thing traveling down her throat.  She didn't stop until
she'd taken him all in and her lips were buried in his pubic hair, her nose
pushing against his stomach.  She'd done it.  Yes!  She didn't know why but
it felt like she had accomplished something truly amazing having his pubic
hair squashed against her lips and his cock all the way in her mouth!

   "Oh wow.  That looks, feels so awesome!  I can't believe it ...  Oh
shit, all the way!  You're so fucking unbelievable!"

   For the next thirty seconds neither of them moved or made a sound. 
Richard was spellbound, time suspended, as his girl stayed totally glued to
his groin, his cock completely buried in her mouth and throat.  Janet
couldn't believe how easy it had been, how right she felt just being there,
Richard's cock completely inside her.  She idly wondered if they could stay
like this forever or would his cock eventually shrink.  Then the spell was
broken by the simplest of things.  She started to need oxygen and she
hadn't yet worked out if breathing was possible with his cock in her
throat. She slowly lifted her head, this time hearing his groan of pleasure
as his cockhead left her throat.  Good.  He must be enjoying what she was
doing!

   She took her mouth off his cock giving the head a little kiss.

   "Was that right?"

   "Oh that was so right.  So unbelievably right!  You have no idea how
amazing that looks when I'm all the way in."

   She didn't take him back in her throat immediately.  Instead she licked
and sucked his balls and the base of his shaft for a while, enjoying his
occasional moans and groans.  As she worked on him she tried to make sure
he could see what she was doing, remembering that this was one of the
instructions from the video on sucking - 'Guys liked to watch you suck
them'.  Which she sort of understood as she'd have loved to have been able
to properly see what he was doing when he'd licked her pussy.

   Watching her licking his cock and balls was of course great and on one
level he'd have been happy to let her do that forever but there was a more
vocal part of him that really wanted to be inside her, to feel her pussy
walls massaging his cock.

   "Oh wow.  No more.  I mean no more sucking.  I want to make, um, you
know let's have proper sex.  Shit, I mean let's fuck now!"

   He lifted her up and they kissed, their bodies melding together.

   "Mmm.  That was nice master.  I like sucking your cock."

   "And I love you sucking my cock.  Really love it!  Hey, you know I
thought maybe we could do it from behind this time?  You know doggie
style."

   From behind!  He was going to fuck her in the bum again.  Her heart
sank. Damm.  Everything had been going so well and she'd assumed they were
going to be going it the normal way, sort of had been looking forward to
it. That wasn't really true.  She hadn't sort of been looking forward,
she'd totally been looking forward, anticipating that wonderful fullness in
her pussy.  Now it was going to be that strange fullness in her bum, which
would probably be okay as she'd discovered to her major surprise but still,
she'd really wanted to do it the normal way.

   "Yes master."

   She hesitated though, not sure what he meant by doggie style, but
uncertain about asking him.  However her confusion must have been obvious.

   "Doggie style.  That's where you're on your hands and knees and I'm
behind you.  Like dogs do!  On the bed I guess."

   "Oh, on the bed, yes master."

   She quickly got up on the bed on her hands and knees, and he followed
her, positioning himself behind her.  She felt his hands on her bum,
spreading her, getting ready to put his cock into her bum again. 
Apparently this time he wasn't planning on using anything to make it easier
for his cock to get into her.

   "Umm, master?"

   "Yeah."

   "Um, could you use the stuff please.  I think I'll need it if that's
okay ...  sorry master."

   "The stuff?  What stuff?"

   "The stuff over there.  You know the slippery stuff you put in my bum
and on your cock the other times.  Please.  Unless you don't want to,
that's okay of course.  I'm sorry, I thought you must have forgotten.  It's
okay, I'll be okay master."

   "Hold it, hold it!  No, I'm not going, we're not doing anal.  Doggie
style is fucking in your pussy, not your bum."

   "Oh.  Oh!  I didn't ...  I thought you meant when you said behind.  Oh,
that's okay.  Good!"

   "I mean I think that's what doggie style means.  Anyway, that's how I
thought we could do it this time, you know try a new way."

   "Yes master.  Thank you.  I ...  I didn't understand."

   "Hey that's cool ...  unless you want it in your bum?"

   "No ...  I mean not this time.  Pussy is good."

   He grasped the cheeks of her bum, opening her out a little more.  He
loved holding her butt especially like this where he could see his fingers
lightly digging in as he gripped her.  He also loved looking down and
seeing his cock pointing at her slit, waiting for him to close the gap so
he could enter her.  He shuffled forward holding his breath till that
electric moment when his cockhead touched her pussy lips.

   "Ohh."

   Holding his cock in one hand he slowly brushed the head through her wet
slit, spreading it as he hunted for the entrance.  It didn't take long for
him to find it as she opened out for him like a delicate flower.  Then with
a tiny push his cockhead was once again inside her, captured by the
impossible tightness of her amazing pussy.

   "Ohhh!"

   They moaned in unison as he entered her.  He stopped, holding himself
just inside, savoring the moment.

   "What's it feel like?"

   "What?"

   "What's it feel like?  My cock.  What's it like having it there?"

   "Good master."

   "Yeah, but I mean what's it actually feel like."

   "Oh, um, strange.  I guess.  But not really strange because it's good.
Um, big, but not too big.  Opposite?  It's like one thing then the
opposite."

   She couldn't believe that they were having this conversation, that she
was here on her hands and knees telling him what it felt like to have his
cock in her.  Even more so she couldn't believe how easy it was to tell him
this stuff, stuff she'd never in a million years have thought she could say
to a guy.

   "Right.  Yeah.  I think I know what you mean.  Like I want this to last
as long as possible, forever, but I also want it to happen straight away
cause it feels so good being inside you.  And it feels like nothing I could
ever have imagined but it also feels totally natural."

   "Ohhh!"

   Again they moaned, this time as he pulled back on her hips at the same
time as he pressed forward with his.  He watched with amazement as his cock
disappeared into her pussy till he was pressed against her bum, all but the
last fraction of his cock buried inside her.

   "Wow.  All the way.  Feels so good when we do that.  You?  How does it
feel?"

   "Uh, good, yeah."

   "And?"

   "What?"

   "What's it feel like?  Now I'm all the way inside you?"

   "Um, oh, it's, it's like this thing's invaded me but not bad ...  it's
good, like I want it to.  And it feels like it shouldn't be able to fit but
at the same time it's as if it's a perfect fit.  As if it's totally meant
to be in me."

   "Wow!  That's awesome.  Opposite right?  You know for me, it's so tight,
you hold my cock so tight that it's as if I shouldn't be able to get into
you.  But it's so good that you open up and let me in.  It's like you're
pulling me inside you.  It feels so good, looks so good.  And you're really
hot.  I mean heat hot, you know.  I so love being in you."

   "Yes ...  master."

   In the stories they used hot and tight a lot.  Richard had always
assumed when they said hot they really meant good but now he realised it
actually did mean heat, cause her pussy was so hot inside.  And in the
stories tight had mostly sounded to him like it would be painful having to
push into a girls pussy but it wasn't painful at all entering her, in fact
it was totally the opposite.

   His curiosity sated, he started moving again, content now to concentrate
on pleasure as he started slowly fucking her.  The sight of his cock sawing
in and out of her cunt mesmerized him till he caught a glimpse of her
boobs. He leant to the side so he could watch as they swayed back and forth
in time to their fucking.  Awesome.  His hands soon found their way under
her to hold them and to play with her hard nipples.

   Initially Janet was uncertain about having sex in this position but it
didn't take her long to become a fan.  With his questions over, she started
to feel anonymous, invisible from the world.  She wasn't looking at him,
didn't have to answer to him, didn't have to worry about him, all she had
to do was focus on the wonderful feelings that were starting to build
between her legs.  As the pace of their fucking picked up she dropped from
her hands to her elbows, her forehead on the bed and this was even better.
Without thinking one hand snaked back till she was touching the top of her
pussy, brushing her fingers over her clit.  Soon her world had simplified
to the hands on her boobs and nipples, the fingers on her clit and that
thing ...  his big cock ...  moving in and out of her pussy.  All rational
thought was turned off and everything was now about pleasure, about taking
the steady ride up the hill to her climax.

   Richard knew he wouldn't last long and when he realised she had her hand
down at her pussy, playing with herself that spurred him on.  He picked up
the pace till he was pounding into her and then just when he thought he
couldn't take it anymore, when he was sure he was going to collapse he felt
his balls tighten and his climax was pulsing through him, the come pumping
out of his cock, once more filling her beautiful cunt.

   When he'd started moving faster she knew he must be close.  Already she
was poised and knew she'd be able to push herself over the edge at any
time. She waited though, wanting to hold off till he was coming, wanting to
come at the same time.  Thus it was that as she heard him grunting and felt
his cock expanding, pumping his come deep inside her she flicked her
fingers rapidly across her clit, triggering her own climax.

   "Ahhh!  Ohhh god!"

   As she came, her cunt rippled in waves along his cock, seeming to milk
him, to drag the come out.  He clung to her, riding her body as she bucked
and shook, continuing to pump his cock into her even after he emptied all
his come.  Finally though it was over for both of them and he slowly
withdrew.  Flopping down alongside her he gathered her in his arms, his
lips searching for hers.

   "Mmmm.  That was great.  Thank you.  Wow."

   "Thank you."

   "So you see, that's the doggie position!"

   "Woof, woof!"

   They smiled at each other then kissed again.

   She wished she could lie in his arms for much longer, gently kissing,
taking time to descend from the almost euphoric state she reached with her
orgasms but she knew she couldn't, not if she didn't want to get into
trouble.  She moved her lips from his lips to his throat then down further.

   For a second Richard wondered what she was doing, why she was leaving
his arms, and then he remembered.  She was being his perfect girl.  He lay
back on the bed, arms spread, eyes closed as he mapped her progress in his
mind's eye.  Her lips moved from his neck to his chest, then his right
nipple, and now his left.  For a second he thought it was her finger
running under his chest along each of his ribs but then he realised with a
shiver that it was her tongue.  Next she was at his belly button, her
tongue digging into it as she covered it with her lips and sucked on it. 
Then her mouth left his body only to return a couple of seconds later as
with a moan she swallowed half his cock.

   "Ohh!"

   For a while he was content to let her lick and suck at him, cleaning
their juices from him but then he wanted part of the action, he wanted to
taste her beautiful pussy again.  Reaching down he grabbed her knee, trying
to swivel her around.

   "Move around.  No, keep doing that.  Move yourself around.  I want you
pussy up here.  Yeah, that's right."

   Once she'd realised what he wanted she'd turned her body round then
thrown one leg over him so he was now staring up into her pussy, she was
centered over his cock, and they were in a classic sixty-nine position. 
Janet resumed licking and sucking his cock as Richard stared up at her
pussy trying to work up the courage to do it.  Half a dozen times he told
himself it didn't matter and half a dozen times he chickened out.  He'd
forgotten that it wasn't only her juices now, his come was also there and
he'd never tasted his come.

   Nope, he couldn't do it, couldn't bring himself to eat her pussy after
he'd deposited a load of come in it.  He could however play with it and his
fingers were soon in action.

   Janet had assumed he was going to eat her out and for a long time was
anticipating feeling his lips and tongue on her, even after his fingers
started to play with her clit and her pussy.  In the meantime she upped the
level of her attention to his cock and balls, and was now sucking him in
earnest.

   "Oh yeah.  That's good.  I'm going to come again soon!  Yeah, keep doing
that."

   She moved her mouth up so it was just his cockhead in her mouth and
started working her hand up and down on his shaft till it was moving in a
blur.  In this position she could see his balls.  Normally the skin that
they were held in was loose but as she watched it tightened and then she
felt the first pulse.  She slowed down, adjusting the pace of her hand
movement to the pulses, milking his cock as she sucked each spurt into her
mouth.

   He groaned with each spurt, holding her tightly, his fingers buried in
her cunt.  Finally it was over and she was just nursing his cock, coaxing
any last drops out.  Now he really collapsed, totally spent, totally
satiated.

   "Oh thank you.  That was great.  So great!"

   "Yum!  Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

   Shit, she couldn't believe that she'd just said that!  Not the thank
you, as it had been her intention to thank him.  She had to thank him or
get punished so that was okay, but 'yum'.  What was she thinking?  Or more
to the point, what was she becoming?

   Punished!  He hadn't punished her today and she had to head home soon.
What should she do?  She desperately tried to remember the list of rules in
the contract, trying to recall if she had to ask him to punish her everyday
and give him a list of things.  She didn't think so but what if she was
wrong?  It had been a good day ...  okay, if it wasn't for the slave thing
and the fact that she was being forced to do all this, it had been a great
day ...  and she didn't want to blow it.  She'd have to say something but
what?  What had she done today that was against his rules anyway?

   She didn't wake him up with a blowjob although that wasn't really her
fault and he didn't seem upset about it.  Before he'd told her not to call
herself slave all the time she'd forgotten a few time so that would
probably count.  When she was telling him how she masturbated he got angry
at one point because she wasn't telling him everything.  She wasn't sure if
that was something he'd have on his list of things to punish her for but he
might so she should probably include it.  If there were any other things
she'd done wrong she couldn't remember then and hopefully he wouldn't
either.

   "Umm, master?"

   "Yes?"

   "I have to go soon ...  sorry."

   "Yeah.  Bummer.  Still you'll be back in the morning.  Umm, you want to
shower, you know clean up before?"

   "Nope I'll do it soon as I'm home."

   "Cool."

   "Umm ...  is there anything ...  I mean ..."

   "What?"

   "Well do you want to ...  you haven't um, punishment?  I didn't know if
you had to, you know, punish me for anything today and I have to go soon,
so?"

   Instantly the blood poured back into his cock.  She was asking to be
punished!  As she should but he'd totally forgotten.  Wow!  His little
slave was asking him to punish her.  What for?  He couldn't even think of
anything she'd done today to piss him off.  Today had been perfect from the
moment he woke to find her sleeping alongside him till now.  However as her
master it was his responsibility so of course he'd punish her.  He'd just
have to get her to tell him what she needed punishing for.

   "Yep, of course.  Not much today though is there.  So, what have you got
that you need to be punished for?"

   "Well, I didn't wake you by sucking you off, I didn't call myself slave
all the time before you told me I didn't have to anymore and ...  shit,
there something else.  I'm sorry master, I've forgotten."

   "Right, so two things, maybe three."

   "Yes master.  Oh yes, the other one was when I was telling you how I,
um, masturbate you got angry cause you didn't think I was telling you
everything."

   "Were you?"

   "What?"

   "Were you telling me everything?"

   "Oh, um, not completely but it was because I was embarrassed.  I did
after that though master."

   "Right.  Good.  Well I guess that's three things so three ...  no, six
slaps on the bum slave."

   Only six!  She was so relieved and also so glad that she'd done this. 
Six slaps on her bum wasn't really going to hurt but if she hadn't said
anything and he'd had to remind her it would probably have been a lot more.

   "Yes master."

   "You know, trouble is I think I'm paralyzed, don't think I could move
after what you've just done to me.  Tell you what, if you just lie across
me at right angles then we can probably do this.

   "Yes master."

   She swiveled around till her hips were over his crotch, his cock
pressing into her groin.  Resting her head on her hands, she waited.

   "Ow ...  one ...  thank you master."

   No pain!  Maybe because of the position they were in he couldn't really
swing hard or maybe he wasn't trying to really hurt her.  She still let out
an 'ow' with each slap as she counted off and thanked him but it didn't
hurt.  In fact it was nice, sexy, feeling his hand bouncing off her bottom.

   Richard decided that this was probably the best way to spank her from
now on!  He knew he couldn't really be hurting her, which he was glad of.
What was appealing to him about this was the way her body was squirming
against his.  If felt really nice.  All too soon it was over though.  For
today anyway!

   "Ow ...  six ...  thank you master."

   "My pleasure slave."

   She almost retorted 'no, my pleasure'.  She could feel her cheeks
flaming at the embarrassment a comment like that would have caused her.  As
much as she was pleased with herself for being able to say most of the
things she did, knowing they kept him happy, knowing they stopped him
really hurting her, she didn't want to take it too far.  She'd have to be
really careful, have to make sure she didn't forget how much she hated him.

   "I really have to go now."

   "Yeah I know.  Kiss?"

   She moved up and they shared a final kiss.

   Later as he closed the front door behind her he was a little
disappointed that she couldn't stay the night but mostly he was happy,
happy, happy.  Things were going so well, so much better than he could ever
have imagined.  Maybe he should get a head start and plan tomorrow.  Plan
what new things he could do with his girl.  Make a list maybe.

   He stared at the monitor.  There were so many things that he'd
fantasized about doing to her, so many ways of having sex, of playing with
her body it was hard to know where to start.

   1. Wrap ropes tightly around the base of her tits

   Delete

   1. Make her go out wearing

   Delete

   1. Use a pulley to hang her from

   Delete

   1. Get her to finger herself at

   Delete

   1. Put pegs on her

   Delete

   Everything he typed he wasn't interested in, had absolutely no desire to
do.  This was wrong!  After all the months of thinking about doing things
to her, reading all those stories on the internet and imagining it was
Janet being humiliated and hurt, he still had to want to do these things to
her didn't he?  Yes, of course he did, he just had to focus.

   For the next ten minutes he focused and finally started typing again.

   1. Make love to Janet.

   That was what he wanted.  He loved reading the bondage and the nc
stories, loved jerking off to them however sometimes he found that the
stories he liked reading even more were the consensual ones.  One of his
all time favorite stories was about the guy who spent every summer at a
nudist camp with his family.  Not that Richard thought he could ever go
naked at a place like that of course.  But the sex scenes in the story were
really hot in a nice way.  Especially the ones where the guy started to
have sex with his girlfriend.  Maybe that's what he wanted.

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   1. They make love to each other
   That was it.  That was what he really wanted.  

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