Mark looked down at the magnificent woman on her knees in front of him. Margeaux was truly beautiful. She was tall and thin with delicious long legs and a soft round ass to die for. Her tits were yummy and firm and bouncy and everything a man could want. Her lovely head of shiny red hair just begged to be pulled and her full pursed lips and button nose just screamed out for a slap or two. Her tummy was flat, her thighs were toned, and when she bent over just so... you could smile at her from behind and she'd smile back through the perfect triangle of space between her thighs and oh so edible pussy. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a women. Hell, she was everything the Playboy recruiters went looking for. “My god” He thought to himself. “She's even an aerobics instructor while she works on her masters degree in structural engineering.” For as long as he'd known her, from the moment they'd met, she'd been eager to please him.
Margeaux smiled up at him, unselfconscious in her glorious nakedness. She wore a pretty leather collar with a dangling dogtag that read 'Fuckmeat Margeaux', shiny black patent leather pumps that buckled in place (which were currently locked on with tiny flat black brass locks), black fencenet elastic stockings, and a pair of serious looking Humane Restraints locking cuffs that someone had done a really nice job of dying black. Mark stood over her, stern in his glance, wearing calf high lace up black leather boots, oiled black leather chaps, a pair of fetishy studded black leather vambraces, and a studded black leather codpiece. In his strong right hand he held a vicious shiny black lexan paddle.
“Go on, suck on me, you worthless piece of slut meat. Suck on your masters cock, you cunt. Gag yourself on this, bitch!” Mark swore at her as he grabbed her glorious tresses in his left hand and forced her lovely head down into his crotch.
“God yes, Master” Margeaux moaned with pleasure and anticipation as her face was jammed into his codpiece. She worked quickly to unbutton him, anxious to get that delicious cock into her mouth.
“That's right, you cock sucking little whore, get that dick into your throat. Suck that dick you little cunt, you little bitch.” He was nearly shouting at her.
Working feverishly, Margeaux got the last button undone. Mark's limp penis hid inside. She buried her smiling face in his groin as she began to lick and suck at the flaccid cock. She licked and sucked at him eagerly. He slapped her and called her names. Nothing happened. Mark's member remained unresponsive. After another useless pair of minutes, Mark stepped back with a sigh.
He buttoned himself up quietly, his face averted from her, and quietly left the dim suburban basement they were in and began to head upstairs. “I'm getting a beer babe, you want one?” He said as he climbed the carpeted stairs.
Margeaux hung her head and a tear quivered under her lashes as she replied. “No thanks Master, can we please try again? I promise to be pleasing this time.” No answer came. She sat back on her heels and waited.
A few minutes went by before Mark returned to the basement and settled himself into the old sofa across from the TV. Margeaux got up and walked over to him. As she approached, he fiddled with the remote and turned the TV on. When she got there, she settled in at his feet and sighed. A couple of minutes passed, the silence only punctuated by the low babble from the TV as Mark idly flipped through the channels.
Reaching a decision, Margeaux reached up and grabbed the remote from his hand. She deftly flicked the TV off and tossed the remote away across the basement. He looked down at her briefly in annoyance and then looked away, staring at nothing.
“Mark baby, we have to talk. This cant go on, you're killing yourself over this.” She looked at him with concern.
“I don't know what there is to say Mar, we've tried everything. The sex is fine if I take a pill, but if I don't, nothing. We've been to the doctor, and nothing is wrong with me. Look at you! You're so fucking beautiful my chest hurts when I see you. But nothing works. Nothing. We've been together for months now and it's not getting better. Fuck, it's getting worse actually. You deserve better.”
She was silent a moment, contemplating. “Mark, I'm in love with you. You're everything I want in a man, everything I want in a master. I advertised on that site for a year before I met you. I must have chatted with, talked to, rejected maybe five hundred guys in that time. I met maybe fifty. I slept with ... I don't know, ten, submitted to four of those, and out of all of them... of them all, you won my heart. I love you.”
“You're my perfect master, lover. I'll do anything for you. Anything. I'll even wait for you. I'll wait for it to be right. Tell me what to change and I'll change it. Tell me who to be and I'll be that. If you want another woman, I'll help you find her. Hell, I'll seduce her for you and lead her to you blindfolded. I'll be anyone for you.”
“Baby, I want you. I only want you. You're all I ever wanted.”
Mark was silent for a long moment as he listened to Margeaux breathe. “I am just so frustrated honey. I don't know what this is about baby. I've had my share of girlfriends in the past, and the sex was always pretty damned good. I'm no cocksman, but this... this” He looked down at his crotch. “This useless feeling is horrible. I can't stand this anymore. If I can't deal with this soon, well...”
He paused for a pained second of realization. “If we... I don't do something about this, if this doesn't change, well... we can't go on.” He felt her lay her head on his knee and by the gentle rocking of her head, he knew she was crying to herself. He swallowed hard to prevent the lump in his throat from betraying him.
She sat next to him in their big king sized bed and listened to him snore lightly. Her beautiful face was illuminated by the soft glow of her laptop as she reviewed for a materials science presentation. With a sigh, she stopped, distracted and unable to focus. She looked over at Mark and after a second her features firmed up under the resolve of a decision. Opening a new document, she began to type furiously. The outlines of a many branching decision tree began to take shape as she worked. She began to mutter under her breath.
“Fetishes – leather, chrome, steel”
“Sexuality – heterosexual, prefers bi women”
“Male dominant in extremis”
“sadism axis – neutral to mild, likes spanking”
She continued to type for some time as she charted out everything she knew about her Master's sexuality and fetishes. By two AM, she had put in everything she knew about his orientation. Now it was time to go to work on his history.
“Childhood – early exposure to bondage magazines”
“Childhood – no abuse or neglect – (known?)”
“Teen – mild homosexual experimentation – masturbation”
“Teen – spanked sister in truth or dare”
“Adult – first girlfriend – frightened by cock worship”
By early morning, she had charted in everything she knew about Mark's history, his sexuality, his preferences, and anything else she could conceive of that might bear on the problem. At five thirty she called into the gym and let them know she was sick. She coughed into the phone convincingly and hung up. She hid the laptop at six and got busy getting him up and off to his office. By eight thirty she was alone again. She sat at the breakfast table sipping coffee and working out the dependencies and questions in her analysis.
By ten, the answer was glaringly obvious... or at least it seemed to be. She'd have to ask a couple of questions and see. Padding upstairs, still in her red flannel Victoria's Secret pajamas, she began going through Mark's chest of drawers carefully and thoroughly. With a laugh she came up with his address book and leafed through it. She took a deep breath and headed downstairs to the phone.
She made herself a light breakfast and then began calling. One by one she called all of Mark's ex-girlfriends. She tried them at work, at home, and sometimes even ended up calling their friends to get current numbers.
Three hung up on her. Two laughed at her questions and refused to answer. Finally though, by noon, she got Perinne on the phone.
“Hi, is this Perinne?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Hi, this is Margeaux Amas, I'm Mark's ... uh .. girlfriend.”
“Mark?”
“Mark Nelman”
“Oh god, him. That Mark.”
“Yeah, I'm with Mark now. Listen I had a couple of ques...”
“Questions? Oh god yes, I bet you do. That guy, oh man... what a piece of work. Jeez. Do you know he tied me up once and tried to put something in my ass! Oh god, in my ASS! What a freak. Then there was this time he decided he wanted me to go out of the house without a bra. God. Although I do have to admit that after the fight was over... in fact...”
The conversation, or at least Perinne Gordon's end of the conversation lasted for several more minutes. At the end of it, Margeaux knew everything she needed to proceed.
It was a matter of just a few minutes to grab the yellow pages and find what she was looking for. The calls and the questions that followed were a different matter. She called almost every single hypnotist in the book. She lost track of the times she was hung up on before she found the right one. It was a simple ad that read. “Hiram Phipps, Hypnotist – Weight Loss – Smoking Cessation” Hiram seemed willing, even though he laughed at her.
She took a two hour nap, woke up groggy but determined, got into and out of the shower in record time and headed downtown for her emergency session with Mr. Phipps. In her heart, she knew that this just had to work.
When she arrived at his office, she saw that he had a small, home based business. He welcomed her into his comfortable and clean house and escorted her back to his study. He offered her a spot on the long leather couch and took a seat himself.
They talked for a good thirty minutes before he began her induction. He went over her conclusions with her and expressed his professional concerns before beginning. He brought out a small wooden frame inside of which there hung a shining silver ball on a string. There was a magnet of some kind in the base, so that when set in motion, it would swing, back and forth, forever.
“Please watch the shining silver ball as you listen to the sound of my voice. Watch the ball swing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Listen to the rhythmic pattern of my voice. Watch the swinging of the ball. Back and forth. Back and forth.”
“Relax. Relax. Relax as the ball swings.”
“You can feel your eyelids relax.”
“Back and forth, back and forth”
“You're wide awake and you're relaxing.”
“You can feel the tension in your face drain away.”
“Back and forth. Back and forth”
She settled into the couch and felt herself begin to go into the induction, beginning to relax into his words. After a time, she lost track of the details, but she did as she was told. So relaxing. She always did as she was told. She was a good girl.
...
“You can feel your toes relaxing as the last, the very last tension of your day drains away into the carpet. There's no tension left now, nothing but the beautiful feeling of being completely relaxed and the sound of my voice. The sound of my voice leading you into a relaxed, peaceful, happy place.”
...
“You're deep now, so deep. Deep down in pure relaxation. Nothing but my voice. So deep” He paused and watched her relaxed form on the couch. “In front of you is a door. On the other side of that door is a stairway down. There are ten steps. Open that door now Margeaux. Tell me when you have it open.”
“It's open.”
“Good. Those stairs lead you down deep. Deeper than you have ever been. With each step you take, you descend deeper into relaxation, wide awake and profoundly relaxed. When you reach the last step, you will be in a special, special place. In that place, there are very beautiful things. Are you ready to walk down those stairs?”
“Yes.”
“Good. One. First step. Profound relaxation washes over you.”
...
“Five. Fifth step. On this step you can see that anything is possible. Old ways of being are beginning to release their hold on you. You can feel new possibilities for living begin to open up.”
“Oh, yes. Yes.”
...
“Ten. Last step. As you take this step, you realize that anything at all is possible for yourself and your life. You can be anyone. The old Margeaux is just one possibility. You can have what you want for yourself and your life.”
...
“Good, Margeaux. Lets begin, shall we?”
He came home at six to find her asleep on the couch in the living room. He read the note on the kitchen table next to his dish. He smiled and said to himself “Worked all night, poor thing” As he got his warm dinner from the microwave. He ate alone, reading the paper. After cleaning up, he prodded her sleepy form up off the couch, up the stairs and into bed. He tucked her in and went back down stairs, read the paper, watched a Babylon Five rerun and then headed up to bed.
He woke in that tiny timeless space just before the alarm goes off and slapped it before it could sound. He smiled to himself and stretched. As he did, he noticed that he had morning dick. It felt really great to have a huge hard-on, even if it was a pee hard-on, after a good night's sleep. In the back of his mind he knew that this probably would go away again as soon as they started to make love, but he was really horny, and it was early enough to try.
“Fuck it” He said.
“Mrph?”
“Wake up slave girl, suck your Master's cock.”
“Grmf yer curb?”
“Wake up slut girl, suck on this”
She opened one eye and looked at him. “Its early Mark, no.”
She rolled back over.
A long moment passed for him. “That was weird.” He thought.
“Um. Wake UP Margeaux, this is your master. Suck on my cock baby. Look at this big dick baby, suck on this.”
She didn't roll over this time. “Maybe you should just jerk off honey, I'm still tired. Sorry baby” Her shoulders relaxed as she drifted away into sleep again.
He got up and went into the shower feeling stunned and a little bewildered. He asked himself. “Had she given up on them? Doesn't she want me any more?” He was quiet as he got ready for his day. Soon she was up with him, getting ready for the gym, and before he had a chance to talk to her about it, she had grabbed a banana, thrown a towel around her neck, grabbed her bag and run out the door.
He came home that night to find dinner on the table as always, Margeaux beautifully made up as always. He thought to himself. “She was just tired, perfectly understandable.” They had a lovely meal together. She smiled at him as she went up stairs at nine, saying “Don't be too long, lover.”
He came up at nine thirty and got ready for bed. Disappointingly, she was already asleep, her back turned to him. Worse, she was wearing that big old floppy flannel nightshirt he hated. Clearly, something was wrong. With a deep sigh, he told himself that for her it was probably over, that he'd failed her one too many times. “Sure”, He thought. “She's still here, but she's already gone I bet. Bitch promised to wait for me just couple of nights ago. Can't blame her though.”
“Mar baby, we need to talk.”
“Mph. I was sleeping Mark.” Was her voice actually cold?
“Heh, yeah sweety, but we need to talk.”
“No honey, we can talk in the morning”
For Mark, enough was enough. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him.
Her face whipped around, her eyes flew open. “Mark!”
He'd pulled her by the hair a thousand times before.
Each time, she had smiled and dropped her eyes, even if a wince was in there. Wince, smile, drop eyes. He knew it made her pussy wet. Wince, smile, drop eyes. Time after time. Wince, Smile, Drop eyes.
She winced.
She met his gaze.
She looked at him with fear.
“Don't hurt me please, Master.”
He rose like Osirus.
He pistoned in and out of her mouth, slamming himself into the back of her throat, gagging her, holding it till her eyes watered, then releasing and going back for more. She choked, cried, struggled with him. He slapped her hands down when she brought them up to fight for air. Drool and spittle drained from her chin as he fucked into her mouth hard. She looked up at him finally in fear and desperation, and he came.
He came like the sunrise, burning away the night. Stars lived and died under his eyelids as his chest heaved and he rolled backwards onto the bed. As he gasped for air and felt the tingly twitch of his cock, she leaned over him and began to lick him clean. As she did, she said quietly. “I'll be anyone for you, Master... even afraid.”