This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  
If you are under 21, go away.  If you don't like this 
sort of thing, go away.  If you do...keep on reading!

This story is a sequel, of sorts, to my previous story 
"The Auction".  It doesn't have to be read with the 
other one, but you might understand the background of 
the characters better.  In this story, though, the 
characters even get NAMES!  Quite an accomplishment 
for me.  :)

If you like it, please email me.  :) I like to hear 
from people!



Aftermath by Pami (Pami1968@aol.com) (M/F, mdom, bond)



She hesitantly knocked on his door.  Her heart was 
racing, and her palms were sweaty.  She was 
frightened.  Scared that he was going to cut her out 
of his life altogether.  And she didn't want that.  He 
had opened up new worlds for her, worlds that she 
wasn't sure she could face if he wasn't there to guide 
her.

He heard the knock and took a deep breath.  He  wiped 
his damp palms against his slightly faded blue jeans.  
He wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen 
tonight, but he didn't want her to see his 
uncertainty.  That was part of being the dominant...  
even if you were nervous, you didn't show the weakness 
to your submissive.  And she was a glorious 
submissive, far superior to any he had the pleasure of 
spending time with previously.  She was intelligent 
and witty, plus, she had the most spankable, curvy ass 
and tits that simply cried out to  be bound and 
clamped. But they had issues to discuss tonight.  The 
events of last week needed to be dealt with before any 
more play could occur.

He opened the door and smiled briefly at her.  She 
looked pale, he thought, but he thought she looked 
wonderful.  Her long wavy hair was pulled up into a 
high ponytail, a la I Dream of Jeannie, and she had 
minimal makeup on, preferring to let the creaminess of 
her skin tone show.

When he greeted her, she had a difficult time looking 
him in the face.  He looked so serious, she thought, 
and not a glimmer of a twinkle shone in his vivid 
green eyes.  She wondered what was going through his 
mind.  Did he consider her actions a betrayal?  Did he 
even care?  She knew that she had changed over the 
course of that night, and the subsequent sleepless 
ones.  She agonized over her behavior.  Still...  she 
struggled to present a serene front to match his.

She stepped into the living room, and as she passed 
him, he noticed that something was different about 
her.  She was dressed normally, in a button-down 
oxford shirt tucked into a plaid miniskirt that ended 
about two inches above her knees.  She smelled 
wonderful, and he inhaled the scent of...vanilla...  
as she walked by.  What was it that was different?  
Ah, he realized as she sat gingerly on the sofa, he 
knew what it was, and his heart ached.  She somehow 
was lacking the pride and the self-assurance that she 
normally wore like a badge of honor.  Had HE done this 
to her?

He sat in a chair opposite her, and watched as she 
nervously pulled her skirt down to cover her thighs.  
An uncomfortable silence grew as neither one of them 
knew where to start.

Finally, she inhaled deeply, and let it out with 
almost a shudder.  She lifted her deep brown eyes to 
his face, and he saw the unshed tears in them.  "I am 
so sorry, Andrew," she began, as the same moment that 
he started his own apology.

They both stopped and each laughed a small, short 
laugh.

"You first," she quipped with the first actual smile 
of the night on her face.

"No, you," he grinned back at her.

"No, you."

"No, YOU."

And so they went for a few rounds.  Until, both 
slightly out of breath, they stopped.

She breathed deeply one more time, and she tried 
again.  "Seriously, I am so sorry about what happened 
last weekend."

He cocked his head slightly to one side and raised a 
single eyebrow at her.  "It looked to me like you 
enjoyed yourself immensely, my sweet.  In fact, I 
honestly didn't think a human could orgasm that many 
times without passing out.  I only wish it had been me 
that you felt so free with," he finished with his 
voice trailing off.  A REAL dom wouldn't have shown so
much vulnerability, he mentally kicked himself.

"I...  I can't describe to you what it felt like, 
Andrew.  To be displayed publicly as an object.  Bid 
upon like a real slave.  To have no identity except 
what he chose to give me for that evening." She paused 
and looked at him, and he saw the anguish in her eyes.  
"I can't deny the way my body reacted.  Even my 
subconscious.  Every name he called me, every slap or 
pinch or welt that he inflicted on me...  it  was like 
I didn't really exist.  There was no 'Caroline'.  I 
was only 'slut', 'slave', 'whore'.  I didn't think...I 
just reacted.  I thought that was what you wanted.  It 
was YOUR idea to have me be in the auction, after 
all!" she finished passionately, with an almost 
accusing tone in her voice.

He winced inwardly.  It HAD been his idea.  She was 
reluctant at first, but he had wanted the rest of the 
players in 'the scene' to see how wonderful she was.  
How beautiful she was.  How her self-assurance 
actually added to her value as a sub, rather than 
detracting from her, as it seemed so many doms 
thought.  And yes, he wanted them to envy him for 
having her.  What he hadn't counted on was exactly how 
he was going to feel watching another man possess her.  
After the auction had ended, he had felt an inner 
queasiness at watching the dom escort her into 
playroom #4.  The room was well-equipped with crops, 
clamps, ropes, dildos, and, of course, a huge bed.  
There was also a wall of mirrors.  Two-way  mirrors, 
that enabled him, and any other thrill-seekers, to 
observe the play inside.  And the things he had 
observed!  He had watched the other dom  completely 
deconstruct his Caroline and rebuild her as his 
personal plaything.  He watched her go from the self-
confident and somewhat sassy subby that he loved to a 
spineless pleasure-craving sex slave.  The sight of 
her glorious body responding to another had hurt him 
far more than he had ever thought  it could, but it 
was when he heard her soul call that other man 
'Master' that he thought he had lost her forever.

"Caroline, I never knew that it would go that far.  
When I took you home that next morning...  well, you 
practically didn't even know who I was.  What upset me 
the most was when I saw you bend down and kiss his 
shoe.  MY Caroline would never have done that, and I 
don't know that I would ever want her to."  He looked 
into her eyes and allowed her to glimpse his agony.  
"I guess what I need to know is if you want to 
continue to see me, or if you plan to continue to play 
with him.  Because I don't think you can have us both.  
We both want different parts of you."

His words struck a chord inside her.  He was hurt by 
her actions, that she had known.  But to realize that 
he hurt FOR her...  well, that was something special.  
Because that night she had been drawn to the very 
depths of the 'dark side' and she knew...  she KNEW 
that she did not want to ever go there again.  It had 
always had a bit of exotic allure to her, but now that 
she knew what it was all about...  well, she would 
always be submissive, but she didn't want to lose the 
essence of her being in the process.

"Andrew...  I...  I..." she stammered, struggling for 
the proper words to come out, "I don't want to be 
that..  that..  ANIMAL that I was that night.  It was 
an extraordinary experience, and now I  know how far I 
can go. But it scared me.  I just want to be ME.  I 
want to give the GIFT of my obedience, not have it 
wrestled away from me.  I don't need to think about 
it.  I want you.  I want you, Andrew.  Not him.  Not 
ever again!" she cried vehemently.

She sat straighter in her chair, and smiled at him.  A 
real smile.  And he smiled back.  The decision was 
made.

"Except..." she began thoughtfully.

"Except what, my sweet?" he inquired.

She looked him straight in the eyes, serious as she 
could be, and finished, "Except, Andrew...  I do NOT 
want to be given away again.  Ever.  I can't do it.  I 
can't go through it anymore."

"Is that what you thought, sweet?  You thought that I 
had given you away?" At her nod, he continued, not 
caring anymore about maintaining that aloof 'dom' 
demeanor.  "I didn't want to give you away, I just 
wanted...  I just wanted the others to envy me the 
perfection of my most treasured subby. I didn't think 
about the consequences, Caroline, and I am truly
sorry."

He held his hands out to her in a gesture of 
supplication, and he was astonished when she 
practically launched herself across the space 
separating them and wrapped her arms around his waist, 
kneeling at his feet.

He hugged her back, and stroked her back, and they 
both revelled in the closeness that they had 
rediscovered.  He marvelled at her resilience, and 
thought back over the other submissives he had the 
pleasure of playing with over the years.  None of them 
matched her vibrance, and he knew that he meant the 
apology.  They had both suffered through his 
selfishness and they had both learned from it.

   She sighed and snuggled closer to her beloved 
Andrew.  He had no idea how much she cared for him.  
He appreciated her personality and seemed to enjoy her 
occasional disobedience as much as she enjoyed pushing 
his control sometimes.  She thought briefly about her 
experiences with other doms, and she knew that she had 
finally found the one to whom she could, and would, 
give her respect to.  She felt honored that he had 
admitted his culpability in this debacle, and she knew 
that most doms would never allow themselves to 
apologize to their sub, and she loved him all the more 
for it.

As they hugged, and as the initial glow of warm and 
fuzzy feelings faded, he became aware of her full 
breasts pressing somewhere against his stomach.  And 
as his mind recognized that fact, certain other body 
parts registered their approval of the sensation.

She smirked to herself as she felt his arms tighten 
almost imperceptibly around her.  His breathing 
increased slowly, and she couldn't resist slipping her 
hand underneath the waist of his sweater and lightly 
running her fingernails across his back.

"Mmmmm..." he rumbled deep in his throat, as her nails 
dug slightly into his skin.  She loved to do that to 
him, and god, he loved it too.  He reached one hand up 
to her ponytail, wrapped the long length around his 
hand and pulled her head back so that she was looking 
into his eyes.  Her brown eyes seemed to be darkening 
as he gazed into them, briefly glancing at her lips 
when she licked them nervously.  Good, he thought, 
that was always a sign that she was becoming aroused.

She adored it when he pulled her hair like that.  
Not really yanking on it, but more of an 
immobilization of her head.  She felt her nipples 
hardening against her bra, and she ached for his touch 
there.  What she settled for, though, was for the 
sight of his head descending to hers, and his lips 
hungrily nibbling against her own.  It was not a 
gentle kiss, rather it was a kiss that was branding 
her as his forever.  Her mouth opened for him, and she 
felt his tongue swirl inside and over the sensitive 
roof of her mouth, before withdrawing.  He began to 
pull away slightly, but her moan of disappointment 
turned into a long, low purr as his teeth latched onto 
her lower lip and tugged at it.

   He felt that purr before he heard it, and he 
revelled in it.  She might have gasped, moaned, and 
screamed that awful night for that other man, but he 
knew she hadn't purred with satisfaction.  He let her 
go and looked into her flushed face.  "Upstairs.  The 
bedroom.  Go get ready for me, sweet."  As she rose to 
her feet to obey, he added, "And use the blindfold, 
love.  I want you to concentrate on what I am going to 
make you feel."

She smiled at him, a sexual hunger building in her 
loins, "Yes, sir."  She turned and bounced across the 
room, wanting to run to get ready for him, but trying 
to maintain some composure.

Andrew rose from his chair when she had disappeared up 
the stairs to make his own preparations.  He wanted to 
make this an extra special time for her.  In light of 
the recent debacle, he wanted to remind her of the 
ecstasy that he thought only they could reach 
together.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor slowly.  The 
classical music he had selected on the stereo was 
playing on 'repeat', the sound carrying throughout the 
house courtesy of the extra speakers he had run 
through the ceiling into the bedroom.  He was stark 
naked, his ruddy skin glowing in the light, his cock 
half-hard at the thought of how Caroline was waiting 
for him.  He entered the bedroom and stopped at the 
sight of her.

She had stripped off her clothing and had lain down on 
the bed facing the ceiling.  Her ankles were bound to 
the foot of the bed with the restraints that he kept 
there for her use, and her left hand was bound 
similarly.  Only her right wrist was free, and she had 
placed that by the headboard so that it was easy for 
him to quickly attach the restraint to that one as 
well.  She had unbound her wavy hair, and it flowed 
down over her shoulders, slightly covering the upper 
curves of her generous breasts.  Her fair skin glowed 
in the candlelight, as she had turned off the harsh 
electric lights and lit five or six candles he kept 
around the room.  In fact, as he inhaled deeply, he 
smiled as he realized that the ones she had lit were 
scented with vanilla...  the ones that she had given 
him.

He approached the bed, and she smiled as she thought 
about his view.  She knew that he was standing between 
her spread legs, and that he could see the pinkness of 
her inner lips in the candlelight.  She wondered if 
her excitement was showing yet.  She heard him cross 
to her right side, and then he quickly attached the 
remaining restraint, allowing her the freedom to 
wriggle around a bit, but not the ability to move away 
from his touch. She strained her ears to hear what he 
was doing, but all she could hear were the strains of 
the violins and cellos as they played the refrain to 
some symphony.

Suddenly she felt a stab of sensation on her left 
nipple.  It was his fingers, pinching her rather 
lightly, although she felt the pressure grow steadily 
as he started twisting at the same time.  She moaned 
as the pain travelled through her, and the touch left 
her.  She waited to feel the same thing on her right 
nipple, and was slightly disappointed when it did not 
come.  She knew her tits were one of her best 
features, and Andrew tended to be a lover who tried to 
pleasure each globe equally.

He watched the quizzical look cross her face, and 
smiled.  "What, little one?  Waiting for something, my 
greedy girl?"

"Please...  don't neglect the other one, Andrew.  
Please..." she smirked at him, not sounding submissive 
at all.  In fact, he reflected, he needed to assert 
his position.  He grabbed a length of rope off of the 
nearby dresser.  He sat down on the bed next to her 
and ran the end of the rope up and down her cheek.

"Do you know what this is, pet?  Hmmmm?" he asked 
rhetorically, knowing that she wouldn't answer.  "I 
think you need to remember just who is in charge here, 
sweet." And with that comment, he began to wrap the 
rope around her closest breast.

She shivered as she felt him begin to bind her tits.  
She wasn't really a fan of rope bondage, but she 
didn't mind it, and if she needed to go through it to 
please him, she would.  She felt the pressure building 
in her bosom as he wound the rope around and around 
each orb, distending them into more of a watermelon 
shape.

He finished and he got up off of the bed to admire his 
handiwork.  Her tits stood practically straight up off 
of her chest, the large nipples seeming even larger 
because of the blood that was trapped in them.  He 
reached over to the dresser for another implement, and 
smiled at the thought of her reaction to it.  He 
crossed over to her other side, and then, with the 
rapidity of a snake, he struck.  Not too 
heavily...bondage made the skin more sensitive, but 
enough to make her jump.

She flinched as she felt the stinging on her nipple.  
It was that small leather flogger.  She just knew it 
as she felt the tails of several strands bite into her 
skin.  One was a direct strike on the tip of her 
nipple, and she let out a startled shriek.

He shushed her and then lightly dragged the tips of 
the leather over her sensitive tit.  He knew she felt 
it from the way she tried to arch her back into the 
whip to gain more sensation.  His Caroline was a 
sensation slut, and he loved it.  He smiled as he 
struck her again with the flogger across the exposed 
portion of her breast.  He saw the redness from the 
strands mark her fair skin, not hard enough to leave a 
lasting welt, but just enough that she would remember 
it.  And then he began to flog her tits in earnest, 
alternating between them.

"OOOhhhh," she moaned as he struck her again and again 
with that devilish little whip.  Her tits felt like 
they were swelling, and the bondage had made her 
already erect nipples almost agonizingly sensitive.  
The stinging that she felt sent waves of arousal 
through her entire body, and she could feel her pussy 
growing moist.  Each slap was like a thousand little 
pinches all over her areola.

He couldn't stand it any longer as he watched her 
squirm on the bed.  He had to taste her.  Now.  He 
dropped the flogger and knelt next to her on the bed, 
quickly engulfing her entire areola into his mouth.  
He sucked hard on it, enjoying the ruched flesh 
against his tongue as he worried the nipple back and 
forth.  Her increasingly loud groans told him that he 
was pleasing her, at least almost as much as he was 
pleasing himself.  She tasted sweet, and slightly 
salty...probably from her anxiety earlier.

She gave herself up to the feelings in her body, and 
just let herself absorb the response she had to him.  
That she was with her adored Andrew made it better 
than it ever could have been with that other dom.  
With Andrew she knew that she wouldn't lose her 
identity forever.  He would never ask her to sacrifice 
herself or her inner self to satisfy his own need for 
domination.  He would instead take her to places that 
she wouldn't have thought to visit on her own.  He 
could, and indeed, he WAS, letting her just release 
all of her control and leave the driving up to him.

As he drew away from her tits, he looked at them.  
Normally dark pink when she was aroused, the bondage 
had turned her nipples almost a burgundy color, and he 
knew it was time to release them.  He slowly unwound 
the ropes, massaging her breasts to stimulate the 
blood flow back into them.  He didn't want her to lose 
her edge, though, so as soon as he was finished, he 
grabbed for the clamps.  He attached the pincers to 
each of her teats, adjusting them tightly so they 
would not slip off.  Indeed, he attached them tighter 
than he ever had before, listening to her gasps to 
judge when he had pushed as far as he could.

He took one of the pillows from the chair in the 
corner, and tapped her on the hip.  "Up," he commanded 
as he slid the pillow underneath her hips and bottom 
as she rose up slightly.

"Ahhhh, perfect, my sweet," he complimented her as he 
stood between her legs.  Before, he had been able to 
get a glance of her inner lips, but with the pillow 
raising her up, he could easily see the sweetness of 
her juices between her legs.  He picked up the next of 
his little torture devices and ran it up and down her 
moistness.

She felt the end of something tickling her pussy lips.  
Her cunt was bare, shaved as he liked it, and she had 
taken great care to make sure that she hadn't missed a 
single hair.  Truthfully, she preferred it this way 
for sex play anyway, since she thought it made her 
entire vulva that much more sensitive, but she let him 
think she did it solely for his pleasure.  Sometimes 
the sub needed to let the dom think he was winning, 
she smirked to herself.

He slid the dildo deep inside her pussy in one thrust.  
"You get so WET, love," he told her with a smile on 
his face.

"I can't help it," she wailed.  She was always 
embarrassed by how easily she was aroused, and how 
copious her juices were.

He watched the pink spread on her face, and was 
astounded as always that this woman, one of the most 
sensual that he had ever met, still BLUSHED!  Still, 
he concentrated on his task, ignoring his own 
throbbing cock, as he withdrew the toy from her depths 
and then smoothly reversed course, piercing her anew 
with each movement of his wrist.  He maintained a slow 
but steady pace, not quickening or slowing, intently 
observing her hips as she strove to grind into the 
instrument of her pleasure.

She groaned with the need building in her.  The slow 
strokes were only building her tension.  She wanted it 
fast and furious.  That always sent her over the edge 
to ecstasy.  As she ground her teeth in an effort to 
hold back the words she longed to use to beg him to 
give her an orgasm, she heard it.  It was barely 
there, but she heard it.

"Are you LAUGHING at me?" she asked in astonishment, 
blindly turning her head from side to side as if doing 
so would allow her to see his face.

He smiled broadly.  "No, of course not.  Would I do 
that?" he asked as he slid the toy as far into her as 
he could and held it there for a moment.

"Damn it, Andrew, you ARE!  What is so funny?" she 
asked as she felt a shudder of pleasure go down her 
spine causing her to arch her back.

He pulled the dildo out and just held it.  In fact, he 
didn't move a muscle, he just watched her face.

"Answer me, Andrew.  Answer me, NOW!" she finished 
commandingly.

He rose off of the bed and sighed, feeling his hard-on 
subside into a sort of semi-turgid state as he debated 
how to handle this.

He didn't verbally answer her, but instead unfastened 
her left ankle and pulled her leg up toward her head.  
He did the same with the right, leaving her wrists 
attached to the headboard, and then he attached the d-
rings from her ankles to the headboard as well, 
thereby binding her in a position that left her bottom 
open to his gaze.  He thought that perhaps the 
position was a bit painful to her, but she was limber 
and with the pillow under her hips, she was 
essentially lying on her upper back.  He thought she 
could handle it for a while.

"My dear, sweet, adorable Caroline.  I simply will NOT 
allow you to speak to me that way.  I am in control 
here, and you will listen to me, not the other way 
around.  I think you need a lesson to remind you of 
exactly what your position is here," he spoke to her 
in a stern voice with no thread of humor.

She quivered inside at the tone in his voice.  She 
knew that she hadn't been behaving very submissively, 
but she was just being HER.  Still, she had commanded 
him to do something, and that was pretty much against 
the unwritten rules.  She didn't really mind the 
prospect of a punishment very much...  she realized 
long ago that a little pain simple made the subsequent 
pleasure inflicted that much more ecstatic.  She knew 
Andrew wouldn't push her too hard, not like that other 
man had done.  She wasn't afraid of subspace with 
Andrew, knowing that she could trust him not to push 
her too far.

She heard him cross across the room one more time, and 
wondered what he was getting.  Was it the cane that 
she hated so much?  The one that left the rather 
painful welts from time to time?  Was it the crop?  
That devilish little item that felt like a line of 
fire every time he used it on her bottom?  Perhaps it 
was the slapper, the flexible little square of leather 
with the holes in it that stung so wonderfully.  She 
tried to move a little bit, but the position she was 
in, hands and feet almost together over her head, made 
the only movement possible a slight rocking from side
to side.  She knew she wouldn't be able to stay like 
this for very long, but so far she was ok.

And then, out of nowhere, he struck.

CRACK!  The heavy sound of the leather covered paddle 
striking her rounded buttocks was easily heard over 
the music.  "OW!" she shrieked, mostly from being 
startled, since the slap was loud, but not very hard.

He smiled to himself at her yell.  He knew he hadn't 
really hurt her, but he thought that he just might 
have to cause her a bit more pain to make her remember 
exactly what their relationship was.  He used the 
paddle to land a smack square on her right cheek, and 
quickly raised it to see a faint white imprint from 
the paddle fade and a fiery red mark appear in its 
place.  He waited until the mark reached its full 
bloom and then left a corresponding one on her left 
buttock.  He watched her squirm, knowing that the heat 
from the marks was working its magic on her.

She felt the pain from the strokes fade and a glorious 
warmth take their place.  Just as she would recognize 
the relief from the initial sting, he would mark her 
again.  Over and over it went, and her entire ass felt 
like it was on fire.  She stopped her little shrieks 
from each spank, and instead she let out little oh's 
and moans.  He was into a rhythm, and she started to 
anticipate each stroke, lifting her bottom up to meet 
the paddle. She was a bit of a masochist from time to 
time, and this spanking was perfectly to her tastes.

Andrew recognized her anticipation of his motions and 
knew that she was enjoying this paddling as much as he 
was.  He loved watching her full bottom go from the 
pale creamy moons it normally was it the fiery red of 
a harvest moon hanging low on the horizon.  He 
couldn't explain why he found it such a turn on, but 
it was.  Whether it was the sensuous motions of her 
hips as she arched into the paddle, the erotic moans 
that escaped her lips, or the wetness he saw beginning 
to glisten on her pussy, he didn't know or care.  All 
he knew was that his cock was hard again, and he could 
feel the pre-come on the tip of it from the lust 
building in the room.

Caroline finally reached the point where the pain was 
becoming too much.  The point where the pain is just 
pain, and NOT a gateway to pleasure.  
"Please...please...stop..." she started to entreat her 
tormentor.  As he disregarded her pleas, she began to 
cry.

Andrew continued the paddling for a few more strokes, 
just so that she would remember that it was a 
punishment and not for her pleasure, and then he 
stopped.  He looked down at her blindfolded eyes, and 
noted the tears that had streaked out from them and 
dripped down the sides of her head and her cheeks.  
Outsiders would not understand, but he knew, and she 
knew, that the tears were a release.  A release of her 
guilty feelings and they served as an absolution of 
sorts.  It wasn't the first time he had disciplined 
her to the point of crying, and it probably wouldn't 
be the last.

As her slight sobs subsided, she became aware of the 
discomfort of her position.  Without the sharp smacks 
from the paddle to concentrate upon, the other aches 
from her legs and hips began to escalate.  She moaned 
and twisted a bit in an effort to alleviate them, to 
no avail.

He watched her move about and he ignored the part of 
him that told him to release her now.  His baser 
instinct won out, and he suddenly knelt on the 
mattress at the foot of the bed.  He saw her go 
completely still as she tried to figure out exactly 
what he was doing, and he smiled.  She had no idea 
what he was about to do.

He couldn't help himself, and he leaned closer, 
suddenly taking his tongue and running it from her 
clit, across her wet pussy, and ending at a spot right 
behind her tightly puckered rosebud.

Caroline's senses immediately centered on the wetness 
of his tongue running over her sensitive nether 
regions.  As soon as he started the motion, though, it 
was over and she could have sworn that she imagined 
it, especially since there was no other motion for 
long moments.

What she couldn't see was Andrew's face, eyes closed 
in concentration, as he inhaled deeply right over her 
pussy.  She smelled wonderful, and although he knew 
the last few moments of the paddling had been painful 
for her, her cunt was still freely flowing her juices, 
enticing him to taste her further.  The heat from her 
punished ass cheeks glowed against his face...  or was 
it the heat from inside her?  He couldn't restrain 
himself any longer, and he silently buried his face in 
the pinkness of her delicious pussy.

He nibbled at her clit, poking it back and forth with 
his tongue, and then suddenly sucking it as hard as he 
could.  He right hand was slowly massaging his rock-
hard cock as he concentrated on his task.  His chin 
was covered with her wetness, and he licked lower, 
piercing her small slit with his agile tongue, 
slipping it as far into her as he could and wiggling 
it back and forth.  His ears detected her whimpering 
with the pleasure he was giving her, and he revelled 
in it.  He wanted her to remember that he, Andrew, 
knew her body better than that other 'dom', and that 
he could drive her to even greater heights of ecstasy.

Caroline was lost in the sensations in her cunt.  The 
aches and discomfort of her awkward position were 
forgotten as he bit one of her inner pussy lips and 
pulled on it, stretching it and then letting it snap 
back.  When he placed his mouth over her passage and 
simply sucked, she heard him slurp as he drank her 
wetness down.  She couldn't control her small groans 
and wails as the pleasure engulfed her mind.

He swallowed as he continued to feast on her flesh, 
smiling slightly as he did so.  She truly did get 
wetter than any woman he had ever been with, but he 
loved it.  He never could convince her that he was 
fascinated by it, and that it was sort of an ego 
stroke to him that she did lubricate so amazingly.  As 
he listened to the noises escaping her mouth, he knew 
what would send her over the edge.  He took the tip of 
his tongue and traced a path down to her asshole, 
lovingly flicking it over and over.

When he licked her back door, she bucked up at him.  
She was incredibly sensitive back there, and she felt 
shamed by the fact that it felt so good to be touched 
in such a 'dirty' place.  As he pressed harder on the 
tiny hole, she felt it open and just the end of his 
tongue snaked in.  She envisioned his face up against 
her reddened ass, and his eyes looking at her over the 
rounded ridge of her cunt.  When he suddenly took his 
thumb and forefinger and pulled on her pulsing clit, 
she thundered into a climax.

His tongue was forced out of her back passage, but he 
continued to lick it, rimming her as he felt the 
contractions and spasms rush through her body.  
Caroline's screams reverberated through the room, and 
he was glad that he had a house on a couple of acres 
of land so that there were no neighbors to call the 
police.

Finally, her body relaxed and Andrew kneeled back up.  
He looked at her lying there, still panted and 
occasionally shivering as an aftershock ran through 
her.  He reached up and released the restraints on her 
ankles, bringing them her legs down slowly, to give 
her time to get the blood flowing back properly.  He 
then extended his hand, and took the blindfold off, 
allowing her liquid brown eyes to adjust to the light 
in the room.  He thought to himself that she looked 
properly submissive now.  He didn't know whether it 
was the orgasm or the punishment, but Caroline was 
mellowed now into the most irresistible woman he had 
ever known.  It always happened during a play session.  
She just needed someone to control her.

She looked at him, feeling completely at peace for the 
moment.  Her buttocks still ached, and probably would 
for a day or so, but it was a comforting ache.  One 
that reminded her where she belonged, and who she 
belonged with.  Her eyes ran over his tall form, and 
she saw his still erect prick standing up against his 
belly, and she smiled.

"Perhaps you would like me to take care of that for 
you, sir?" she asked him, flickering her gaze down so 
that he knew what she was talking about.

Andrew chuckled, "Oh?  Is my greedy girl hungry?  
Would she like a taste?"

Caroline just nodded and deliberately ran her tongue 
around her lips, wetting them.  "Please...." she 
asked.

As she lay on her back, hands still restrained to the 
headboard, Andrew moved so that he was straddling her 
shoulders.  He sat back slightly, feeling her tits 
against his ass as he waved his cock over her face.

"No hands, my dear...just your mouth this time," he 
told her as she stuck her tongue out in an effort to 
lick him.

He took his cock and continued to tease her, jacking 
off slowly right above her eyes so that she could see 
the pulsing of the vein running up the underside of 
the throbbing shaft.  He loved hearing her moans as 
she was frustrated, and he adored watching her eyes 
follow his hand up and down the instrument of her 
torture.  Finally, he squeezed hard and a pearl of 
wetness appeared at the tip.  He allowed her tongue to 
reach up and remove it, laughing inwardly as he 
watched her swallow his taste.

He pointed his cock down at her open mouth and then 
suddenly changed his target, slapping her across the 
right cheek with the head.  He repeated it on her left 
cheek, and then commanded, "Tongue out..."

She obediently extended her tongue as far as it could 
go, and held it there as he slapped her tongue 
repeatedly with his rock-solid erection.  She opened 
her mouth as wide as possible, hoping that he would 
take the hint and thrust into her waiting warmth, but 
he didn't.

He watched her open wide, and let her wait.  He saw 
the doubt creep across her face as he ignored her 
motion, and then, when that emotion disappeared and 
she seemed resigned to moving at his pace, he finally 
slipped his cock into her wet mouth.  Almost 
immediately, he felt her tongue wrap itself over and 
around his pole and she began to suck at the same 
time.  The suction was light at first, but as he felt 
the wetness in her mouth grow, she suddenly changed 
gears and he saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked as 
hard as she could.  It felt like a vortex against the 
sensitivity of his prick, and he groaned loudly.

His pre-come was flowing pretty freely now, and she 
loved the taste of him.  He was slightly bitter, but 
she didn't care - it was the taste of HIM. She had to 
continuously swallow to keep from drowning, and she 
did so, raising her head to try to get his entire cock 
into her mouth so the head would be in her throat.  He 
kept teasing her by slightly withdrawing and then 
thrusting back into her wet cavern.

He felt her squirming beneath his ass, and glanced 
behind him to see her opening and closing her legs in 
a worthless effort to get some friction on her pussy.  
He could see the puddle that had formed beneath her, 
which turned him on even more.

Caroline moaned in disappointment as Andrew withdrew 
from her mouth, but she couldn't do anything about it 
since her hands were still bound above her head.  He 
swiftly moved down the bed, between her spread legs 
and in one motion, slid deep inside her steaming cunt.

She felt WONDERFUL around him, he thought to himself 
as he began to fuck her.  She had the most incredible 
pussy, and Andrew shivered as he felt her walls 
constrict around him, holding his cock tightly.  It 
was like she was made for him.  He always felt like 
she was some kind of massaging velvet or silken glove 
closing around his hardness.

She let out a moan of ecstasy as his prick thrust into 
her wetness.  She loved to be fucked.  Caroline loved 
it in any position, and she had loved it with a few 
different partners, but nothing compared to when 
Andrew was inside her.  He alternately thrust hard and 
quick and then would slow down and feed her inch by 
inch of his glorious cock.  His stamina was amazing; 
there were more than a few nights that he had been 
known to go for an hour or two of straight fucking, 
just changing positions from time to time.  He reached 
down now and began to rub her clit, and she didn't 
know which felt better, the friction inside her or the 
motion on her.

He knew this time he was not going to set any records 
for stamina.  He didn't know why, and he didn't care 
to analyse it just now.  He only knew that he could 
feel his balls about to explode and he wanted them to 
come together.  He felt her begin to clench more 
convulsively around him, and he speeded up his 
thrusts.  She came hardest when being fucked fast and 
hard, and he certainly wasn't one to complain.

Finally, as he felt he could stand no longer, he 
reached his other hand down and quickly grabbed the 
forgotten dildo, sliding it into her ass.

She squealed as she felt him penetrate her backdoor, 
and she lost control over her body.  Her climax was 
more powerful than the last, and her entire body froze 
and then began to shudder with her release.  Her 
scream was louder than before, and longer, and she 
thought she wanted to die, she felt so good.

When Andrew felt her freeze, he knew what was next.  
All of a sudden his cock felt like it was grabbed by a 
fist and her cunt squeezed him more tightly than he 
could remember it doing in a long time.  His roar 
accompanied the rush of his orgasm, and his come 
spurted hard into her channel as he held his prick in 
her as far as he could.  He thought he was going to 
pass out, and he closed his eyes to deal with the 
sensations running from the tip of his head down to 
his toes and to the end of his spraying cock.

Finally, he opened his eyes and saw her lying beneath 
him, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.  His 
heart stopped as he leaned down, gathered her in his 
arms and released her wrists from their confinement.  
Her arms went around him, and she cried.  He felt an 
answering lump in his throat and wondered why they 
were both crying.  It wasn't very 'dom-ly' of him to 
get like this, he thought, and he tried to subtly 
swallow and blink back the unshed tears in his own 
eyes.

"I love you so much, Andrew," she managed to get out 
as her crying abated.  "I didn't think this would ever 
happen again.  I thought you wouldn't ever want to 
touch me again."

He shushed her and caressed her flushed cheeks and 
forehead as he kissed her tears.  His other hand 
reached back and twined itself through her flowing 
hair.  He pulled on it, tilting her face up to his, 
and he smiled tenderly at her.

"You are mine, Caroline.  Always." And he reached down 
and kissed her with all the love that he felt in his 
heart.
