“Take me back. Share a game with me.”
She looked wistful for a minute. Then she closed her eyes and began to speak.
“It was hot. July, probably. Naughty Girl saw the signal and came in, all tingly and horny. She stripped down and knelt on the rug. Master came in. He was naked too. He came close and stood right in front of her. Naughty Girl opened her eyes and saw his hard cock. She wanted to suck it. He let her for a few minutes then he said he wanted to play ‘Find the Slut’. He explained the rules.
“He gave me five minutes to find a hiding spot. Master had a ranch-style house, so there weren’t many places to hide. He closed his eyes and put headphones on while Naughty Girl hid. I hid in the closet in his bedroom the first time. He set the timer for ten minutes then came to look for his slut.
“He found her within five minutes. He dragged her out and took her to the living room. He had her kneel down with her bottom in the air and he gave six good whacks. Slut’s bottom was very sore.
“Then he said, ‘Let’s play it again.’ Naughty Girl didn’t want to get another spanking, so she searched hard for a hiding spot. I finally hid behind the door of the laundry room. He missed me—”
“Girl, come here.”
She stopped, and her face indicated she just realized she had used the wrong pronouns again.
“I’m sorry, Master Carl. I mean, Naughty Girl is sorry.”
“Present your tits.”
“No, please! Not the tits!” He could still see red marks on the sides.
“I’ll give you a choice, Slut. You can take twelve swats on your behind, or four on your tits—two on each one. What’ll it be?”
She blanched. Twelve was a lot, he knew. And four was just tolerable on her breasts, especially if they were light, like the last ones.
“T-t-tits, Master Carl.”
“Present them.”
She arched her back toward him. This time, she kept her eyes open.
He took the ruler and gave her a crack on the top of her right tit. She squealed—she couldn’t help herself.
“That’s good for two swats on your bottom as well,” he said.
She made no sound as he struck her left one, although twin tracks of tears flowed down her cheeks. “Naughty Girl does not say ‘I’ or ‘me’—Naughty Girl is simply Naughty Girl,” Carl said as he snapped the ruler from underneath, catching the tender underside of her breast.
“Ow! Ow! Girl is sorry! She’s sorry!”
“That’s two more for your bottom.”
She bit her lip and waited for the final blow to the underside of her left breast. It made a sharp noise in the room. She wiggled about, barely managing to keep quiet.
“And that’s two more for wiggling. Present yourself.”
She turned around quickly and raised her bottom for him. “Did Master have this much trouble with you?”
“Only at the beginning,” she said, her voice muffled. “Naughty Slut learned quickly.”
“Well, let’s hope you do this time around, too.” Carl gave her six sharp raps with the ruler, leaving nice red marks.
This made him extremely horny. “Okay, turn around and give your Master some pleasure. Don’t swallow until I say.”
DeeDee eagerly came to Carl and unzipped his pants. His cock sprung free. She took it into her mouth. She was truly an expert at cock-sucking. She licked and stroked him, her mouth active. In just minutes, she brought him off and he came heavily into her mouth. He pulled free and she opened her mouth to show the white sperm within.
He moved down until he could reach her pussy. “Swallow,” he said, just as he pressed his fingers against her clit. She came immediately, conditioned as she had been by Master. The taste of sperm and an orgasm. Carl suspected by now, she might be able to come just from the act of swallowing sperm.
She clung to him, sobbing with both pain and release. The red marks on her breasts, he knew, would soon fade to blue, reminding her that she was no longer a person, but a slut. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. After all, he considered himself a decent sort of man—yet here he was, abusing this poor, sweet girl. She did love it, of course. Just a while longer, he told himself. Let’s see just how far she’ll go. He’d never felt like this before. He’d never met anyone like her.
“Remember,” he whispered into a perfect, shell-shaped ear. “You are a Naughty Girl. You are here to give me pleasure, just as you gave your Master pleasure. Your needs are secondary.”
She was nodding, remembering those same words from years past.
“Now, as I recall, you were telling me about a hide and seek game with Master. Please continue.”
She sat up gingerly and tried not to let her bottom touch the rug. “Naughty Girl hid behind the door in the laundry room and although Master looked in, he didn’t see his Slut. He left to look elsewhere. The timer went off before he could track his Girl down,” she said, seeming to have no further problems remembering the correct pronouns.
“So he took his Girl to the bedroom and laid her on the clean sheets.” Her voice became dreamy. “He ate his Naughty Girl’s cunt for a long time. She had orgasm after orgasm. When she finally begged him to stop, he slipped his hard cock into her. She wrapped her legs about him and Slut came one last time with him.”
“That was a good story. We’ll have to play that game too. But right now, I have more questions.”
“Yes, Master Carl.”
“Usually, a slut is a woman who fucks many men. Did you remain exclusive to your Master?”
She looked down at the floor and he knew there was another tale to tell.
Chapter Seven
Naughty Girl began to cry again. This was clearly a painful memory to her. “Girl is sorry, Master. She never expected her old Master would want to share her.”
“When did this happen?”
“It was about two years after Girl started seeing Master. The summer of my senior year. Hot day. Slut saw the signal and came in and she was shocked. There was a man, sitting with Master, on the couch. He was big, bald, middle-aged. He looked strong, mean. I—Naughty Slut hesitated. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do.
“Master said to me, ‘Why is my Naughty Slut just standing there?’”
“I said, ‘I didn’t know you had company.’ His Slut even used the wrong pronoun, she was so shocked.”
“Master told me he was an old college friend of his, just in for a visit. He said his name was Master Turk. He owned some sort of bondage club in San Francisco. Then he said, ‘I told him all about my Naughty Slut. How obedient she was—looks like I was wrong.’”
“His Slut knew what she had to do then. But it was very hard. My Master just stared at his Slut until she took off all her clothes, right there in front of them. I was mortified.”
“There’s that pronoun again.”
“Slut knows. She was making similar mistakes with Master. His friend confused me—his Slut—so much.”
It also hurt her, Carl could tell. They’d had this private little thing going, and suddenly, Evers brought in a stranger and expected DeeDee to perform for him as well. He wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy this story as much as the others. His conscience began to bother him again.
“So you were just twenty-two years old at this time, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I can tell this story is different from the others. It brings up a lot of emotions. Would you rather not tell it?”
“It’s all right, Master Carl. Naughty Girl knows you’d like to hear it.”
“Yes I would. But I’ll tell you what… Because this is such a personal story, I’ll suspend the ban on personal pronouns. I want to know what you were really feeling during this time, okay?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Master Carl.”