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A Rose By Any Other Name - Part 6 By Jeremy Spencer
   The next few weeks flew by in a rush.  The second semester of school got
going for me, and much as I tried, my class and work schedule never seemed
to mesh with Heather's schedule at the bar.  We spent as much time as
possible, and I found myself falling for this girl, harder than I'd ever
fallen for anyone in my life, but it was just frustrating not being able to
spend more time with her.  All I wanted to do was be close to Heather, but
fate seemed to keep pushing us apart.
   Then, a week or so before spring break, as I was sitting down to eat
dinner, I heard a knocking at my sliding patio door.  I grinned, knowing
Heather was the only person who used my patio door, and hurried to let her
in.  Little did I realize that one set of my frustrations would soon be
solved, while another would quickly line up to take its place.
   "Hey," I grinned, seeing Heather waiting on my patio, cold and shivering
in the frigid air of a cold Omaha winter day.
   "Hi," she said quietly, and it was then that I noticed what Heather had
brought with her.
   "Moving in or something?" I joked, seeing a large suitcase at Heather's
feet.
   "Can I?" she asked, and I realized something serious was going on.  I
backed up to allow Heather to enter the apartment, helping with the
suitcase after watching her struggle with it for a moment.
   "What's wrong?" I asked as I closed the glass door, which quickly
frosted over.  I turned and saw that Heather had collapsed onto my couch,
her coat thrown haphazardly on the floor in front of her.  She sat there
limply, her head resting in her palms and I could see her shoulders
shaking. "Honey," I said, a bit more loudly.  "What's wrong?"
   "I have nowhere to go," she finally sobbed, after a long moment of
silence.
   "What?" I asked in shock.  "What happened?  You got kicked out of your
place?" I was beyond amazement, for Heather had never seemed the type to
cause any sort of trouble.
   "I was at work and that bitch gave a customer a blowjob and Billy found
out and told the owner and we all got fired and I have no money and my rent
was due and I went home from class and found a note on my door that if I
don't pay I have to leave and...  and..."
   "Slow down," I said quietly.  "Take a breath.  Relax."
   "I don't know what to do," Heather gasped softly, her breathing ragged
as she tried to calm herself.
   "Michelle got you all fired?" I asked quietly.  Heather's face got dark
with anger before she finally shook her head sharply.
   "That bitch," she hissed.  "I knew she'd get found out eventually, and I
was happy when she did, but then we all...  we all got the axe."
   "That's so unfair!" I exclaimed.  "How can they do that?"
   "I don't know," she answered, shaking her head slowly.  "Something about
not being able to trust any of us after what had happened."
   "Are they hiring replacements?" I asked, beginning to think Heather
might have some legal grounds to fight for her job.  After all, she hadn't
done anything wrong and certainly didn't deserve to be fired.
   "No," she said.  "No more flower girls at Pablo's."
   "Shit," I swore quietly.  "How can I help?"
   "Can I stay on your couch?" she asked.  "I packed up all my stuff.  I
don't have much, but I brought a couple suitcases of clothes and packed up
most of my other stuff.  I can just sleep on the couch.  I promise I'll
find another job really soon and I'll help with the rent.  Just please give
me a little bit of time," she pleaded.
   "No, don't worry about it," I said, reaching my arm around her shoulders
to comfort her.  She looked up at me in confusion momentarily before I
continued speaking.  "I mean, get a job by all means, but don't worry about
paying any of the rent."
   "But..."
   "No, seriously.  It's not going to cost me any extra having you here
than it did before."
   "What about other stuff?"
   "What other stuff?" I asked.
   "Food?"
   "I've got plenty."
   "But I want to help!" she cried out.  "I don't want to owe you or feel
obligated like this!"
   "Heather," I said, taking her face in my hands and looking at her
seriously.  "I want to help.  Let me help, okay?  I love you, you know."
   At that Heather's eyes grew wide.  I had been skirting around the issue
of my feelings for her, but now seemed the perfect time to tell her exactly
how I felt.  I would have preferred a more romantic setting, but this felt
right.
   "You do?" she said in a tiny voice.  I leaned forward and pressed my
lips firmly against hers for a moment, before pulling back to once again
look into her eyes.
   "I do," I answered seriously.  "I really do love you."
   "Thank you," she said, her sad look dissipated some as a smile played at
the corners of her mouth.  "I love you too."
   "Then no more talk about feeling obligated, okay?  I want to help.  Let
me."
   "Okay," she said.  "Thank you." Her voice was almost a whisper as she
pulled me close for a hug.
   We sat there on the couch for a while, just enjoying the closeness. 
Eventually the lateness of the hour and the smell of a now cooling pizza
caused my stomach to growl.  Heather looked up in surprise before realizing
what it was.
   "Want something to eat?" I laughed.  "I know I do."
   Heather nodded silently and the two of us helped pull each other off the
couch.  We held hands as we walked into the kitchen to sit down for a meal
of cold pizza.
   "Just like living in the dorms," I joked.  "Cold pizza in the middle of
the night."
   Heather paused, a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth.
   "I just want to thank you again," she stammered.  "It really means a lot
to me and I don't know how I can ever..."
   "Relax.  Take a bite.  I'm sure I'll find some way to put you to good
use around here."
   "What do you mean?" Heather asked suspiciously.
   "Oh, there's tons of stuff you can do."
   "Like what?  Were you thinking sexual favors?" she asked, a glint
forming in her eye.
   "Of course," I laughed.  "That and other stuff.  Fold my shirts, make my
bed, cook my food, iron my underwear..."
   "Your underwear?" she laughed.
   "I'm just joking.  Make yourself at home.  I mean it."
   "Thanks," she said again, nodding her head softly.
   "It's no trouble.  Really.  This could be fun."
   "Fun?" she asked skeptically.
   "Trust me," I said, taking a large bite of food.  "I know what I'm
talking about."
   After dinner was finished Heather wanted to get her things situated, so
the two of us braved the cold and ran out to her car.  As she had said, she
had one more suitcase in the trunk, along with a couple boxes of books and
personal effects.
   "This is it?" I said, kind of amazed that anyone could have lived as
long as Heather and not accumulated more.  "Where's all the...  where's all
the junk?"
   "Junk?" she laughed.
   "I didn't mean it like that, but don't you have anything else?" It
occurred to me that the only time I had been inside her apartment was when
we ate dinner.  I had certainly picked her up there at the beginning of a
date, but the one time I had actually been inside I thought there had been
more stuff.
   "Oh," she nodded.  "Gotcha.  No, I have a lot more...  junk, if you want
to call it that," she teased.  "But it's pretty much all packed away in
storage.  This is just the stuff I'll need right now.  Clothes, school
books, things like that."
   After the two of us lugged her belongings into the apartment, there was
a bit of an awkward moment when, without thinking, I carried her suitcase
into my bedroom.
   "What are you doing?" she asked, a curious expression on her face.
   "I was just...  oh, sorry," I stammered.  "I didn't mean to imply
that... I didn't think you would be..." I tailed off, not wanting to dig
myself a hole larger than the one I was already in.  Truth be told, I had
assumed the two of us would be sleeping together, regardless of the fact
that she had requested the couch.
   "You didn't think what?" she asked sweetly while I collapsed back onto
the bed.  "You didn't assume that I'd just jump into bed with you?  That I
would allow you to take advantage of me in my weakened state?"
   "I...  I'm sorry?" I groaned.  Heather stood there a moment, glaring at
me and I wondered if anything we might have had was now ruined.  Suddenly
her face broke into a smile.
   "Gotcha!" she laughed, jumping in my lap and smothering my face with
kisses.  She ground her hips against mine and I knew I was no longer
blushing with embarrassment, as the blood in my cheeks seemed to have
rushed to a point roughly six inches below my belt.
   "You're such a tease," I laughed, kissing her lightly on the nose. 
Heather grinned at me, squirming happily in my lap as we made out on the
edge of the bed.
   Suddenly I twisted around so that I was on top of her, my hips
positioned between Heather's widespread thighs.  I reached down to stroke
the firm muscles of her legs and ass through her blue jeans, feeling the
skin ripple as Heather's buttocks clenched and relaxed under my touch.  As
I reached to undo the buckle of her belt I smiled down at her.
   "See?" I said.  "I told you this would be fun!"
   *****
   The two of us soon settled into a fairly routine domestic situation.  I
attended classes in the day while Heather hunted for jobs, quickly finding
a position as day hostess in one of the more exclusive private clubs in
Omaha.
   "What's it like in there?" I asked one night as we snuggled together on
the couch, watching some inane reality show on television.Even after
Heather had found a job, somehow the option of her moving out had never
come up.
   "It is so great!" Heather exclaimed happily.  "A lot of...  interesting
stuff goes on there, but for the most part the job is easy and the patrons
tip really well.  It doesn't really get busy until it's about time for me
to leave...  it's perfect!"
   "When you say that 'interesting stuff goes on there,' what are you
talking about exactly?" I asked, my curiosity aroused.  "I've heard rumors
of some wild happenings there...  is that what you mean?"
   "I can't talk about anything specific," Heather said vaguely.
   "Some kind of funky hostess/client privilege?" I joked.
   "Something like that," Heather answered.
   "Really?" I laughed.  "I was joking."
   "Seriously," she answered, nodding vigorously.  "I had to sign a
confidentiality agreement before I started working there."
   "Why?"
   "The club doesn't really want any details of what happens there going
public," she said.
   "Ah...  so what happens in the club stays in the club?" I joked.
   "You got it," she laughed.
   "So...  I know you can't tell me anything specific," I said slowly. 
"But, for curiosity's sake...  would this be the kind of place Michelle
would fit in?" I asked, remembering the rumors of prostitutes and orgies
I'd heard whispered.  I'd always assumed they were at least partially
bullshit, but imagined there was at least a grain of truth to them.
   "Possibly," Heather grinned.  "Let's just say that I think if Michelle
was there she would have a lot to learn."
   "Are you learning things too?" I asked, regretting the question as soon
as I asked it.  I hadn't meant to imply that Heather herself was involved
as anything other than an observer, but judging by her expression that's
exactly how she took it.
   "What do you mean by that?" Heather spat out harshly.
   "Nothing," I said, raising my hands in surrender.  "I didn't mean to
imply you were...  involved in anything...  just wondered if you'd seen
anything you liked."
   "Oh," she said, her face softening a bit.  "Well...  yeah, I have."
   "What kind of things?" I asked.  "In general...  nothing specific."
   "Well," she said slowly.  "Nothing is really off-limits there, so it
gets pretty crazy there, although during the day it's pretty slow.  But
I've subbed for an evening shift a couple times and it gets crazy."
   "Crazy...  how?"
   "You've seen the cut scene from "Eyes Wide Shut," right?" she asked.  I
nodded, remembering the time we had downloaded the uncensored footage off
the Internet.
   "You mean there are people...  just fucking out in the open while others
watch?" I asked, slightly amazed and wondering if Heather was once again
teasing me.  "Seriously?"
   "Yeah," she admitted.  "But you can't tell anyone!" she warned.
   "Wow," I said.  "Sounds kind of kinky."
   "A little bit," Heather said.  "But hey...  it's actually a good work
environment, the pay is great, and I don't think you've complained about
the extra money."
   "The money was never an issue," I reminded her.  "It's enough just
having you around, and I think it's great this isn't the kind of job you
have take home with you every night."
   "What do you mean by that?" Heather asked.
   "I mean...  when you were working at Pablo's, you were constantly
concerned about how things had gone at work, you were always worrying about
Michelle...  it was like even when you weren't working you were thinking
about work."
   "Ah," she smiled.  "I thought you were thinking..."
   "What?" I laughed as she trailed off.  "You thought I was thinking
what?"
   "When you mentioned bringing my work home with me I thought...  I
thought of a couple things I could do.  Like I said...  I am learning quite
a bit."
   "What do you mean?" I asked, a bit confused.
   "You'll see," Heather said, enjoying my discomfort.  "I think I can
teach you."
   "Teach me?" I asked.
   "Mmm hmm...  " she answered.  "I mean, you really shouldn't be asking
these kinds of questions," she said.  "That's kind of naughty of you, you
know...  trying to pry information out of me like that."
   "I'm sorry," I said quickly.  "You don't need to tell me anything, but
you know I won't tell anyone else."
   "I know you wouldn't, at least not on purpose," she said.  "But even
so...  I think maybe you need to be punished."
   "Punished?" I asked.  "Punished...  how?"
   "You'll see," Heather answered.  "I need to talk to Stacey from work...
see if I can borrow some of her stuff."
   "What kind of stuff?" I asked nervously.  "Who's Stacey?"
   "She's one of the women who sometimes works at the club.  She's a little
bit older I guess...  maybe forty or so, but she's still just amazing to
look at...  you wouldn't know her real age unless she told you.  I think
she even has a daughter our age!  She doesn't work there on a regular
shift, so I don't really know her all that well.  The club brings in on...
on initiation nights," Heather said, and as hard as I tried, she would say
no more about the subject.
   *****
   Nothing more was mentioned of our conversation for quite a while.  Real
life reared its ugly head as it often does, and Heather and I were
separated for a couple weeks while the college's graduate choir toured
during a late spring break.
   I returned home to my apartment at the end of the tour physically
exhausted.  We had traveled from Omaha to Kansas City to St.  Louis to
Chicago to Milwaukee to Minneapolis, and then the Dakotas and finally back
down into Nebraska after a short stop in Iowa.  We had managed to perform
nine different concerts during the eleven days we were gone, and the long
hours spent on the bus had gotten to me.
   "You're home!" Heather exclaimed when she heard the door to the
apartment open.  She ran out of the bedroom dressed in her pajamas, as it
was late when we had returned to campus.  Heather appeared ready to jump
into my arms until she saw the haggard look on my face.
   "Hey," I said quietly, wanting nothing more at that moment than to
collapse into my bed and sleep for the next thirty hours.
   "You look tired," Heather grimaced, thankfully wrapping me in a warm hug
instead of pouncing on my tired bones.  She led me back to the bedroom
where it appeared she had been quietly reading a book when I arrived and
gently pushed me back onto the bed.
   "What are you doing?" I asked as she knelt down at my feet.  "I don't
think I'm really up to anything tonight..." I started, mistaking her
intentions as sexual in nature.
   "I know," she grinned and bent down to begin untying my shoelaces, much
to my surprise.  "Relax, okay?" she asked.  "You need to get some sleep. 
What did you do on tour?" she asked.  "Didn't they let you get any rest at
all?"
   "It was great," I admitted.  "Great, but really tiring.  You're right...
I'm exhausted.  Too many miles, too many concerts, not enough down time. 
What are you doing?" I asked, as Heather reached for my belt.
   "Silly," she grinned.  "I'm undressing you so I can get in bed with you.
I've missed you."
   "I've missed you too," I said, reaching out to stroke her auburn hair.
"I've missed you a lot, but that still doesn't change the fact that I'm
exhausted.  See?" I said as I felt her hand brush over the front of my
boxers.  "Nothing happening tonight."
   "That's fine," she grinned, tugging my slacks down around my ankles and
finally off.  "April is coming up, and you know how wet and messy it gets
when it rains.  I'm sure we'll have plenty of time, and can find plenty of
things to do inside."
   "Thanks," I said gratefully.  I had managed to remove my sweater and
shirt and was dressed only in my underwear.  I allowed myself to fall back
onto the bed, sighing with contentment as my head hit the pillow.  Heather
tossed my clothes onto a chair and snuggled up next to me, curling her body
up against me, the soft flesh of her buttocks pressed firmly against my
crotch.
   "Still nothing?" she giggled, wiggling her hips against my still flaccid
penis.
   "Nothing," I said.  "Quit trying to be a bad girl," I teased.  "There'll
be more than enough time for your games."
   "I'm not bad," she mock pouted.  "In fact, I've been very good while you
were gone.  I even got a promotion at work."
   "Really?" I said, truly impressed.  "You've only been there a month and
a half!  Who'd you have to sleep with to get that promotion?" I asked in
jest.
   "You rat!" she exclaimed.  "I told you before, what happens in the club
stays in the club.  Now who's being bad?"
   "I am, I guess."
   "Darn right you are," Heather giggled.  "And you know what happens to
bad boys, don't you?"
   "Um...  they need to be punished?" I answered, wondering where this was
going.
   "That's right.  They need to be punished."
   "And who's going to punish me?" I asked.  "You?"
   "I am...  I am going to punish you.  Remember Stacey?  The girl from
work I was telling you about?  We had a little chat, and she loaned me some
stuff."
   "What kind of stuff?"
   "Not telling.  It's a surprise."
   "A surprise?  My punishment is a surprise?"
   "Yep."
   "Okay," I said, feeling myself growing more and more sleepy.  "I guess
you can punish me in the morning then."
   "Of course I can," Heather giggled.  "But when has that really been your
choice?  You're the one being punished, it's not like you really have any
decision making power here, you know."
   "I suppose so," I mumbled.
   "I know so," Heather answered.  "Now get some sleep," she said, kissing
me lightly on the cheek.  "You'll need your strength tomorrow."
   "Night," I said quietly.  I closed my eyes and before I knew it slipped
into unconsciousness.
   *****
   "Wake up, Slave."
   I was jarred out of my sleep by what I assumed was a sharp slap to the
face.  I opened my eyes to see what was happening, but saw only darkness. I
felt what appeared to be a heavy blindfold over my eyes, leather by the
smell of it.  I listened for any sounds in the bedroom, but could hear
nothing.
   "What the hell?" I asked, realizing that my hands were somehow fastened
above my head.  I struggled against whatever it was keeping me in place,
but quickly gave up.  I tried to turn, but realized my ankles were bound
the same way, leaving me spread-eagled on the bed.
   "Are you awake, Slave?" the voice repeated, the speaker close to my
right ear.  I quickly realized it was Heather, only she sounded different
somehow.  More forceful, more in command.
   "Heather?" I asked.  There was a short pause before a pain arced through
the muscles of my stomach.  I almost screamed at the sudden shock.
   "You will address me as Mistress, Slave," she said intoned.  "Do you
understand?"
   "Yes," I gasped, the effects of the pain still leaving me breathless.
   "Yes what, Slave?" she hissed and my breath caught in my throat as
another lance of pain shot through my body.  This time I had heard the
whistle of something - a whip?  - flashing through the air before the pain
impacted my body.
   "Yes, Mistress."
   "Good."
   "Mistress...?" I began, but my question was cut off.
   "Silence!" Heather said loudly.  "You will speak only when spoken to, do
you understand?"
   "Yes, Mistress."
   "Good." There was a pause and I felt something soft begin to run over my
body, and I realized I was naked.  I assumed the strips of leather moving
over my legs and groin were the tassels on the whip or crop Heather had
used on me.  Suddenly the leather was poking around my groin and I
involuntarily flinched as I imagined the whip cracking down on my penis.
   "Don't worry," Heather laughed evilly.  "I wouldn't hurt you there.  Do
you know why, Slave?"
   "No, Mistress."
   "I would gain no pleasure, and you do know why you are here, don't you
Slave?" she asked.
   "No, Mistress."
   "You are here to provide pleasure to me.  Do you think you can do that?"
   "I think I could provide more pleasure if I wasn't tied up," I said,
hoping I hadn't spoken out of turn.  There was another pause and I held my
breath, only releasing it when Heather laughed.
   "Very good, Slave.  You didn't address me as Mistress, but I won't
punish you for it.  This time.  But the reason you are tied up is because
you need to be punished.  Do you remember why you need to be punished?"
   "Because I ask too many questions, Mistress?"
   "Correct.  You need to understand, Slave, that the people I work for
have many rich clients, and chances are good that people wouldn't
understand if they found out what goes on there."
   "I would never tell, Mistress," I promised, grimacing as I heard, then
felt the whip flashing through the air and landing once again, this time
across the skin of my bare thighs.  I clenched my teeth, barely able to
avoid screaming as the shock coursed through my system.  I was breathing
heavily now, sure that when I was finally released my body would be covered
in red welts, if I wasn't already.
   "Did I ask you a question, Slave?" Heather asked menacingly.
   "No, Mistress.  I'm sorry, Mistress."
   "Very good.  Now it's time for you to pleasure me, Slave.  So I'll ask
again, do you think you can do that?" she asked.
   "Yes, Mistress," I answered, nodding my head vigorously.
   "Good.  But not in your condition.  Not with that puny little thing,"
she laughed, teasing the end of the whip over my still soft penis.  As the
soft leather continued to play over my genitals I felt myself slowly
becoming erect.  Finally I reached my full hardness and the whip
immediately disappeared, only to be replaced by Heather's soft hand.
   Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking my erection up and
down.  I groaned at her touch, arching my hips to thrust myself more
quickly into her hand.  Suddenly she released my cock and I felt another
blow from the whip, this time landing closer than ever to my groin.  I was
too stunned to cry out, instead trying to hunch my body into a little ball,
a useless gesture considering my bounds.
   "Never move," she hissed.  "You are here for my pleasure, not for your
own." This time I did scream as the whip snapped against my testicles,
which I felt promptly shrivel from the pain.
   "Shit," I hissed, feeling like I needed to throw up from the pain.
   "I'm sorry Slave," Heather said, and I thought I could hear true
sympathy in her voice, as if she hadn't meant to actually harm me with the
blow.  She waited a moment for me to recover, before asking if I was ready
to continue.
   I nodded, still unable to trust myself to speak.  My response must have
been good enough, for Heather's hand once more wrapped around my shaft,
which I was surprised to find had remained hard through the painful ordeal,
and again began stroking on my shaft.
   It took all my will power to remain motionless, but somehow I managed to
stay still on the bed while Heather's expert attentions drove me ever
closer to an orgasm.  I felt the first twinge of the onset of my release
and my cock gave an involuntary jerk in Heather's hand.  I fought back the
urge to groan as I felt myself quickly released, leaving my prick -
ridiculously, I assumed - waving in the air.
   "I think that's enough," she said, and I could hear the mirth in her
voice.  There was another pause and the bed began rocking as Heather
climbed aboard.  I couldn't tell what she was doing when suddenly I began
to smell her scent close by my head.
   "Pleasure me," she commanded.  I had just opened my mouth to reply when
I found my nose pressed into her pussy.  "Now," she said forcefully.
   With a start I realized Heather had shaved herself while I was gone. 
She wasn't completely bare, but the lips of her pussy were completely bald
and as I stretched out my tongue I found she was nearly dripping with
excitement.
   I craned my neck as far as I was able and Heather helped by dropping her
weight down on me, pressing her cunt against my face.  As my lips and
tongue went crazy in her slick wetness, I heard Heather gasping above me.
   "That's it Slave," she panted.  "Oh God...  right there!" she squealed.
My nose was pressing against the covered bump of her clit as my tongue
thrust as deeply as possible into her slick tunnel.  Sooner than I would
have expected Heather's legs clamped down on my shoulders and neck and I
felt my face become even wetter as she released a small stream of her
juices as her orgasm crashed down on her.
   As soon as she had recovered a bit from her climax, Heather was swiftly
off the bed.  I heard her rummaging around next to the bed when suddenly I
felt something being wrapped around the base of my cock.
   "Do you know what that is, Slave?" Heather asked as she again stroked at
my erection.  It was an unnecessary gesture on her part, as my prick felt
harder than it ever had.
   "No, Mistress," I panted.
   "That's a leather noose," she explained as I felt whatever it was
suddenly tighten around my shaft behind my testicles.  I felt my prick
swell even more as the flow of blood was suddenly restricted.  "I'm going
to fuck you now, but I think you'll find yourself having a difficult time
with it."
   "Why, Mistress?" I asked, fearing another lash of her whip, but none was
coming.
   "Because it makes it nearly impossible for you to have an orgasm," she
giggled, her laughter turning to a moan of pleasure as I felt her pussy
sink down onto my erection.
   Heather pumped up and down on my cock for a few minutes, giving herself
a tiny orgasm in the process, when whatever had been cutting off my vision
vanished and I squinted at the sudden intrusion of light.
   "I want you to watch me," Heather said as she rocked up and down on my
shaft.  "Watch me fucking you," she panted.
   My eyes quickly adjusted and for what seemed like an hour I could do
nothing but watch, my arms and legs bound to the bed with what I now
realized were scarves, as Heather pleasured herself with my cock.
   After Heather's third orgasm she collapsed down onto my chest, the
diamond hard points of her nipples digging into my chest as she panted
against me.
   After a moment's recovery, Heather - her face and chest still flushed
from her exertions - twisted on top of me to reach down to my cock.  I
twitched in pleasured agony as she slowly touched me, stroking the precum
now leaking from the angry red head of my prick all over the veiny surface
of my shaft.
   "I like your tool, Slave," she moaned, beginning to stroke me more
insistently.  All I could do in response was grimace and nod, my heart
beating more and more rapidly in my chest as my body cried out for release.
   Heather was facing away from me, the round globes of her ass aimed to my
eyes.  I saw the slim fingers of one of Heather's hands reach between her
slightly parted thighs to pleasure her cunt once more.  I noticed that the
insides of her legs were coated with her juices and groaned involuntarily.
   Heather looked back at me, a grin breaking out over her face as she
looked at me in my agony.  My face and torso were bathed in a coating of my
sweat and her juices and I know my eyes must have been frantic in my need.
   "Are you ready for your reward, Slave?" she asked.
   "Yes, Mistress," I panted.  "I'm ready."
   "Have you learned your lesson?" she asked, gripping my prick more
tightly as her eyes bored into mine.
   "Yes, Mistress," I said.  "I understand that your work needs to remain
private."
   "Very good, Slave," she said.  Before I was aware of it, I felt her hand
reach down and release the cuff from around my cock.  The rush of blood
entering and exiting my prick was almost painful, only slightly masked by
the pleasure I felt as Heather's mouth suddenly engulfed my prick.
   "Oh God!" I shouted, heedless of any additional whippings I might
receive for my transgressions as Heather's lips and tongue bathed my hot
flesh.
   Too soon I felt my orgasm rush upon me and what felt like gallons of cum
erupted from the head of my prick.  Heather's mouth stayed locked around
the head of my cock as I spurted into her mouth.  I felt a ring of darkness
closing in on my vision and realized I was close to passing out from the
rush.  I fought it with great gulps of air as my climax rushed through my
body.
   Long after the reservoir of semen had run dry, my prick still twitched
involuntarily in Heather's mouth.  Her lips and tongue, now sticky with my
sperm, continued to bathe my glans, causing various aftershocks to spasm
through my shaft until at last I softened and slipped out of her mouth.
   Finally, after who knows how many hours, Heather released my arms and
legs from their bindings and snuggled up next to me on the bed.  Despite
the awkward position my body had been held in my muscles felt only a bit
sore, although I assumed it would be much worse after a bit.
   The bedroom had a strong stink from our combined sweat and the odors of
our arousal, but as my heartbeat slowly came back to normal as Heather and
I lay intertwined I scarcely noticed it.
   "Do you feel properly punished, Slave?" Heather asked, a grin splitting
her face before she bent to kiss my lips.  Her tongue, still sticky and
coated with my orgasm, darted into my mouth.  I stiffened for a moment,
ever fearful of the supposed taboo of tasting my own semen, but to my
surprise the thick liquid had little taste.
   "Yes, Mistress," I said happily as I relaxed back into the bed.  "Very
properly punished indeed."
   End Chapter Six
  
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