To those who've written asking for the next chapter,
sorry for the delay.  I don't  seem to be able to hurry
with this.  Constantly going back to re-write, re-edit in
the strange belief that I can make it more readable.  To
those who've given feedback, thank you very much as it is
appreciated.

After this there are two more chapters for this book,
both of which are half written.  However I don't dare
give a finish date.

I have a second book roughly mapped.  There won't be a
third book.  At the moment chapter one of the second book
is finished and there are a couple of partial chapters
written.  With luck it may be finished sometime this
decade!

I have also done some editing on the first eighteen
chapters – there were many typos!  I'll try to repost
them sometime over the next couple of weeks.

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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 lifted her head, looking up at him for a
moment before putting her arms around his neck and
kissing 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 when 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 might be fun to be
riding 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
could feel.

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 swam.  They'd 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 was 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 the hill will be easier
than climbing up."

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.  When they finally
left the spa she saw his cock was definitely very hard.
There was a moment of panic as she wondered if she was
meant to have done something for him in the spa but he
hadn't said anything or tried to get her to do anything.
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 threw her a towel
as he started drying himself.

"Come on, let's check with your mom."

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."

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.  He 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 from now on she had to do it every time she
sucked him.  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 was accomplishing 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 going to use 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 because she wasn't looking at
him.  She didn't have to answer to him, didn't have to
worry about him, all she had to do was focus on the
feelings 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 down 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 adjusted the pace of
her hand movement to the pulses, milking his cock as she
suck 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

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1.	Make her go out wearing

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1.	Use a pulley to hang her from

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1.	Get her to finger herself at

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1.	Put pegs on her

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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 had to still 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.
