Finally, he looked up. “Here’s what I want to do. I want to explore your relationship with Stephen in more detail. I want to help you relive those experiences. I want you—and me too, for that matter—to have some of the best sex either of us have ever had.”
She stared at him, wondering if that was what she really wanted or if she was being foolish, trying to relive her life with Stephen. Even as she thought it, she knew she wanted to try.
“Okay. But, just in case, let’s have a safe word.”
He looked confused for a moment. Then, “Oh, yes, I get it. A word that says, ‘back off’.” She nodded. “What’s your favorite flower?” “Tulips.” “Then that’ll be the word. Tulips. Okay?” She lowered her eyes to the table. “Yes, Master.”
Chapter Six
DeeDee knelt on the rug, naked. Her eyes were downcast. They were at her apartment. It had been a week since their first date. They had come a long way since that awkward conversation at her kitchen table. Each time they had gotten together, Carl had exerted more control over her—with her acceptance, of course. He never pushed her farther than she was ready to go. She was in this position because that was the way her old Master had ordered her to be whenever she was in his presence.
“Naughty Girl.” She looked up at Carl, a slight smile on her face. Though her old master had called her Naughty Slut, Carl preferred the gentler name. She still got them mixed up, in her mind and her speech. “Tell me about the first time you went to Master’s home. When was this?”
“Early June. Right after school let out, my junior year. Neither of us had wanted it to end for the summer, like before. So on the last Friday of the school year, he gave me his address and told me to drive by every Saturday. When I—”
“Would Master approve of that pronoun, Naughty Girl?”
“Um, no, Master Carl. When Naughty Girl saw the signal, she was to come in through the back.”
“Did he give the signal right away?”
“No, he made Naughty Girl wait. It was more than a week before she saw the red ‘S’ on the post. Naughty Slut had been checking every day, riding by on her bike, or driving her car. That day, Naughty Girl had been on a bike. She dropped the bike in the backyard and came in through the rear door. Master had left it unlocked.”
She looked up at Carl, but he merely nodded for her to continue.
“Naughty Girl came in and didn’t see Master. But she had her instructions. She had to remove all her clothes, then kneel on the rug in the living room and wait.”
“Just as you are doing now.”
“Yes, Master Carl. My knees had to be about a foot apart, my back straight, my arms crossed behind my back, my head down.”
“There’s those pronouns again: ‘My,’ ‘I.’ Did you make mistakes like this for Master?”
She nodded. “Many times. Master had to punish me—I mean, Naughty Slut.”
“Looks like I’ll have to punish you too. What did he do?”
“He had those rulers. He used to spank Naughty Girl with them.”
“Where?”
“On her bottom and…” Tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Where else, my little slut?”
“On…on…Naughty Girl’s little tits.”
“Go get me the ruler.”
Without a word, she rose and went to the desk. She returned and handed him a wooden ruler.
“How many times did he strike you, that first day?”
“I—Naughty Girl doesn’t remember. Not many. He seemed happy to see his Naughty Girl. When I—Naughty Slut slipped a few times, he spanked me—her—on the bottom, then…a couple of times on the tits. It really hurt.”
“You’re really having trouble with your pronouns. I’m going to spank your bottom now. Put your head down and present yourself.”
She obeyed, shaking slightly. The pale globes of her ass begged to be spanked. He had no desire to make the experience too painful for her, so he gave her just four swats on her ass, two on each cheek. The marks flared red against her skin.
“Th-thank you, Master Carl.” Her voice was muffled by the rug.
“Now, for the tits.”
She sat up. More tears flowed, but her face shone with barely concealed excitement. She clearly enjoyed their little game.
“I’m only doing this to help you remember your place and to help you remember your old Master. How many times did he spank your tits, that first day?”
“T-twice.”
“Twice? That’s all?”
“T-t-twice on each tit.” Her voice caught. “It hurt Naughty Slut.”
“Well, you’re already doing better in remembering your pronouns, so maybe this will be the end of it. Put your hands behind you and thrust out your tits at me.”
She did as she was told, closing her eyes against the expected blows. Her breasts were medium-sized, but perfectly formed. “Oh, no. Naughty Girl must watch her punishment,” Carl said.
She opened her eyes and set her face. Her lower lip trembled. He took pity on her and gave her light, stinging slaps to each side of her tits. She grimaced but made no other sound.
“Th-thank you, Master Carl,” she said when he was done.
“Did Master hit you harder than that?”
She nodded, clearly fearful that he might do the same.
“Well, I’m not going to hit you any more, unless you force me to, okay?”
“Naughty Girl will be good, she promises.”
“Tell me what else he did to you that day.”
She smiled coyly. “He used his Naughty Girl. Many times.”
“Did you like it?”
“Oh, yes. He made her come until she couldn’t come any more.”
“Did he punish you again before you left?”
Her eyes fell to the floor. “Yes, Master Carl.”
“What for?”
“Naughty Girl failed to shave her pussy properly. He found some stubble.”
“Come, show me if you have stubble now.”
She rose fluidly and came to him, standing close. Carl loved the smell of her—the scent of womanly sex mixed with a tinge of perfume. He examined the folds of her pussy carefully, but could see no stubble anywhere. She trembled. “You seem to be quite smooth, here, slut.”
“Oh, yes, Master Carl. Master got tired of shaving his Naughty Girl or making her shave, so he sent her to a salon for a series of Brazilian waxes to remove all the hair.”
“Isn’t that where they pull the hair out by the roots?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes, Master.”
“How old were you when this happened?”
She looked up at the ceiling, remembering. “Um, twenty-two, I think.”
“And you’ve stayed smooth ever since?”
“Yes. Although Naughty Girl has to go in for some treatments occasionally.”
That surprised him. “This is even after Master died?”
“Yes, Master Carl.”
“Why is that? He won’t know if you do or don’t.”
“Naughty Girl would know,” she said simply.
“I think you really loved your Master, didn’t you?”
She nodded, a single tear tracking down her face.
“Why? I mean, he didn’t treat you like most men would’ve.”
“Naughty Girl’s not sure if she can explain. He was a powerful man, an important man. And he turned all of his attention onto this lowly slut. Naughty Girl needed it. She knows he loved her just as much as she loved him.”
“I’m not going to try to replace him, you understand. That would be impossible. But together, we can relive some of the best moments of your lives together, okay?”
She nodded. “Very well, Master.”
“How many times did you visit him over that summer?”
“Oh, I—excuse me, Naughty Girl doesn’t know. Just about every weekend.”
Carl decided to let that minor slip go. “What were some of your favorite games you played?”
“Oh, gosh, Naughty Girl would have to think. Any game that ended with a huge orgasm was fun. And there were lots of those.”
“Tell me about some of them.”
“There was Find the Naughty Slut. I—she would hide and Master would try to find her before the timer in the kitchen went off. If he did, he would spank Naughty Girl with a ruler six times. If he didn’t, he would make love to Naughty Girl, very gently until she came.”