“Are you protected now? I want to come inside you.” He didn’t want to force her. He hadn’t used a condom and suddenly felt guilty.
“P-please, M-M-Master.”
Carl pressed in farther and brought his right hand around to her clit. He loved the smell of her, the shape of her body against his. As he stroked, nearing his release, he rubbed her clit vigorously. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did. She pressed back against him, her voice rising in octaves, then shuddered and orgasmed, hard, just as he released a flood of his seed into her.
It was a few minutes before either of them could speak.
Finally, Carl pulled away. His cock was soft. Fluids gushed from her slit. DeeDee had her head hanging low over the chair. Her hair was damp at the edges. He leaned down, putting his hand on her back.
“Did he fuck you every week from then on?”
She nodded without raising her head.
“He didn’t get you pregnant?”
“No,” she croaked softly. “He told me Naughty Sluts go on the pill. He gave me the address of the clinic and told me to have pills by the next week.”
“Did you get them?”
“No…not at first. I was scared.” She turned her face sideways so she could see him. “He got really mad the next Friday. He said, ‘I told you, Naughty Sluts are on the pill. They have to be ready for their Master’s cock at any time. That’s why they don’t wear panties. Don’t you see?’ I saw, all right, I was just scared.
“He spanked me a lot that day. I couldn’t sit down after that, so he made me kneel in front of him and suck him until he came. ‘Next week, you’d better have pills to show me or I’m going to spank you harder,’ he said. ‘And I’ll fuck you anyway.’”
“Did you get them?”
“Yes, I did. But the nurse told me I’d have to time them to the beginning of my period, which, ironically, started Wednesday of that week. I went to him on Friday and said I had the pills, but I couldn’t fuck him—”
“You used that word, ‘fuck’?”
“Yes, Master always wanted me to use the crudest words.”
“But you didn’t say, ‘I couldn’t fuck him,’ did you?”
“Um, no. I said, ‘Naughty Slut can’t fuck you because she’s having her period’.”
“What did he say when you told him?”
“He said, ‘Naughty Sluts never tell their Masters no. Naughty Sluts always seek to please them. You’ll have to be punished for that.’ He gave me six strokes with the ruler and told me if I ever said ‘no’ to him again, he would double it. Then he went to his drawer and got something out and handed it to me. It was a tube of KY Jelly.”
“Did you know what it was for?”
“Yes, but I’d never done that before. I guess I’d lived a sheltered life.”
“Were you scared?”
“Oh, yes, very much. But at least I knew I couldn’t get pregnant. So he got himself all slippery, then had me lie on the couch, with my knees tucked up under me, my head down. I could feel him there, spreading more jelly around and in my asshole. He used his fingers to open me up. ‘Master,’ I said, ‘will it hurt Naughty Slut?’ He said, ‘Maybe a little at first until my little slut gets stretched out. But that’s what Naughty Sluts are for.’”
“How did it feel?”
“Oh, it hurt at first, just like he said. His cock felt enormous, going in. But he kept telling me to relax my muscles there and it got a little easier. Then he started stroking in earnest and it actually started to feel good. And when he reached around underneath me to rub my clit, it felt very good. When he came, I came too.”
“Did you fuck that way often?”
“No. He actually preferred the regular way, except when I was having my periods.”
“Did he fuck you the next week?”
“Oh, yes. I had barely started the pills and didn’t know that they really don’t take effect for a couple of weeks, at least. Master didn’t tell me, either, though he had to know. He just said, ‘My Naughty Slut is finally ready. This is the final lesson in being a whore.’”
“Wow.” Carl couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Yeah. He had me believing it. He made me lie on the couch, on my back and he began to lick my pussy with his tongue. God, it was incredible! I’d never felt anything like it. He made me come two or three times.
“Then he crawled up over me and said, ‘Look, Naughty Slut at your life from now on. To be used by your Master in every orifice whenever he needs a release. Your pleasures don’t matter. They are secondary to mine.’ Then he stuck his cock into me and fucked me.”
Carl stuck his semi-hard cock into her and fucked her. This was no lovemaking, this was a man taking a woman, and the woman abandoning herself to the act of being conquered. Carl had never in his life felt such power over a woman. Even in the midst of the act, part of his mind told him he shouldn’t be taking advantage of her like this, but that small voice was drowned out by the sheer pleasure of their coupling.
She was an energetic lover, no doubt driven by her memories of being under the control of her professor. Carl loved the way she writhed under him, clinging to his arms as if she were drowning, her head thrown back, her mouth agape in need. They rode together in careless abandon and when he came, they hugged each other like shipwreck survivors.
After a few minutes, Carl pulled up to look into her face. “How many times did you make love to him before you graduated from college?”
“Many times,” she whispered. “Many, many times.”
“Always at his office?”
She shook her head.
“How? Where?”
“At his house. He was divorced. He had an adult son, who lived in another city, so we had the place to ourselves.”
“How would he contact you?”
“He wouldn’t, really. I mean, he’d never call my apartment. We were still a big secret, you see. He ordered me to drive by every Saturday. When he wanted to see me, he’d hang a wooden red ‘S’—for ‘Slut’ of course—on one of his porch posts. Then I’d come in through the back door and remove my clothes, ready for whatever games he had in mind.”
“Why did you continue to do it?”
She smiled. “Because I loved him. And he gave me the greatest orgasms I’ve ever had.”
“You liked being a slut for him?”
“Yes. Very much.”
“And now he’s gone?”
“Yes, he died last year of a heart attack. It was quite sudden. He was only fifty-eight.”
“So you really miss him and his games.”
She nodded, unable to speak.
Carl waited a moment. Then he lifted her chin gently with his fingers. “My Naughty Slut shouldn’t cry. Master Carl will make her feel better.”
Chapter Five
DeeDee closed the door behind Carl, stunned by how quickly events had developed. Carl had wanted to spend the night, but she insisted that he go, so she could sort out her feelings.
On the one hand, she felt some shame that she’d so easily succumbed to her darker desires and told Carl her story. On the other hand, she’d wanted him to know. She could tell, even in this short time, that Carl was a special man. He might not be as strong as Stephen had been, but he was kind and gentle and she believed he had her best interests at heart.
Now that she’d let her secret out, would that change their relationship? She knew it would. By telling Carl she enjoyed being submissive, she was opening herself up to a new dynamic in the man-woman interaction—one that she could no longer fully control.
How did she feel about that? It was hard to sort out. In many ways, it was similar to the feelings she’d had for Stephen. God, did he make her hot and wet! She realized just how much she had missed him. That’s why she’d been so reckless in telling Carl about her past. Even Frank hadn’t been privy to that secret, and she’d dated him for four months. Yet she had known, even on the first date with Frank, that he wasn’t the man to entrust with that knowledge. She should’ve cut off the relationship earlier, but Frank was a hard man to shake. She smiled, remembering some of his good qualities. He did know how to make love to a woman.