She gathered her thoughts and continued, “So after I was naked and assumed the position, I thought I was going to faint. I could hear them talking about me as if I was an object, like a shiny new car. ‘Oh, she’s a fine-looking whore,’ Master Turk said. ‘Look at that cute little butt on her. And those cupcake tits! Is she an obedient slut?’
“My Master said, ‘Yes, but she has a lot to learn, I’m afraid.’ He told him how we met and everything. I was blushing so much I was sure they could both tell from across the room.
“Then they got up from the couch and approached me. I thought Master would make me fuck this man and I didn’t want to. He scared me. For one thing, he was bigger and meaner-looking than my master. Also, becoming intimate with Master had taken months, you remember. That I was suddenly supposed to just spread my legs for this stranger was something I didn’t think I could do.”
Carl wanted to hold her, to stroke her. But he wasn’t sure if it would interrupt the flow of the story. He decided to wait.
“Then Master said, ‘Naughty Slut, my friend would like to feel your soft mouth on his cock.’ I nearly ran from the room, but my legs wouldn’t work. Instead, I found myself obeying him, as I had been conditioned to all those years.”
Her face got that glazed quality to it again. The images must have been stark in her mind.
“So I unzipped this man’s pants and eased his cock out. He was bigger than Master. It was as if I was holding a snake. In a trance, I opened my mouth and put it around the head of that huge cock. There was no way that whole thing would fit in my throat, I knew. Still, I just did what I’d been trained to do. I started to suck him off as best I could.”
“Did he come?”
“Yes, but it took a long time. I couldn’t get him deep enough, so I used my hand on his shaft to stimulate him. He seemed to like it just fine, though. When he came, it was like I had put my mouth on a garden hose. Squirt after squirt flooded my mouth. I began to choke—there was no way to swallow it all. It spilled out around his cock and ran down my chin.”
She paused there and Carl could tell she was remembering something important.
“It’s funny, but despite my embarrassment and my anger at Master, the taste of that man’s sperm suddenly caused me to come—and he hadn’t even touched me! It wasn’t a big orgasm, but I was surprised that it happened at all. I guess I’d really been trained by Master.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, Master started to get angry because so much sperm had spilled out, but the stranger put his hand on Master’s arm and said, ‘Don’t punish her on my account, Steve. She’s a natural cocksucker.’ “
“How did that make you feel?”
“Pleased—and grateful. Pleased that I had learned how to give pleasure so well, and grateful that this man would try to stop Master from punishing me. It wasn’t something I expected from him.”
“Did he succeed in that?”
“Not quite. I think Master wanted to show off a little. He seemed, well, different that day. More boastful or something.”
Carl could understand that. Evers had an old college friend come by for a visit and he naturally wanted to show off. He had a rather dull career, and the most exciting thing in his life he couldn’t share with anyone—that was, anyone except for an old friend that he trusted completely.
“Master said okay, he wouldn’t punish me as much as he was going to, but he still needed to show his Slut the error of her ways. Then he said to his friend, ‘I’ll let you punish her. That way you can decide how much punishment she deserves.’ He ordered me to get a ruler and assume the position. I still had sperm on my chin and tits—Master wouldn’t let me wipe it off. I kneeled down with the side of my face against the rug. I could see Master Turk—this stranger —approach me.
“He took the ruler and Master said, ‘I was prepared to give her ten or twelve spanks, but you decide what is fair.’ When he hit me the first time, I almost fainted. He hit so hard!
“I was scared, but I shouldn’t’ve been. He gave me two more hard slaps on each cheek, then said I’d had enough.”
Between her legs, juices were beginning to flow. They glistened on her upper thighs. This story, though somewhat painful, still aroused her.
“Did the stranger fuck you?”
“No. I feared he might. I thought Master had given him permission, but I was wrong.” Her brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just remembered something my master said—for some reason, I had forgotten it until now.”
“Yes?”
“They were talking like I wasn’t there, like I was part of the furniture. He said to Master Turk, ‘I worry about her sometimes, if something should happen to me. She’s so perfectly conditioned, I’m afraid she might fall into the hands of someone who doesn’t understand how to use her.’ And Master Turk said, ‘Oh, leave that to me.’ I remember it send chills through me, although I don’t know what he meant.”
Carl didn’t either, but it seemed moot now. “I wouldn’t worry about it. Evers has been dead for quite a while now. It was probably just idle talk.”
She nodded. “I suppose so. He was probably just trying to embarrass me. I guess it was all just part of our game. We were making it up as we went along.”
“Yes, we’re doing much the same. I’ve never met a woman quite like you.”
“I like it that you are not threatened by my memory of Master. He was a big part of my life, as you can tell.”
“You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“I think I would have liked your Master. I understand him.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve been feeling those same feelings he did, back when you first sat on that chair in front of him in his office. He’d been looking for something—he didn’t even know what—but when you walked in, he knew what he wanted.”
“And you know what you want?”
“I didn’t until I met you.”
She smiled and looked at the ground. She murmured something softly.
“What’s that?”
She looked up. “I don’t know why I’m like this. I think of myself as a strong, independent woman, yet I crave this, being submissive. I fall right back into old habits when you get me talking about Master.”
Carl nodded. “The words ‘Naughty Slut’ or ‘Naughty Girl’ seem to trigger that in you. When I use it, or order you to use it, you revert back to those old memories, triggering those tremendous orgasms again.”
She just nodded, her face blank. He softened his tone. “Know that I’ll protect you, DeeDee. I won’t let this get out of control.”
She looked up, searching his face. “Really? You promise? Because I’ve never been able to trust anyone like I did Master.”
He cupped her chin in his fingers. “Trust is earned, DeeDee. I hope to earn it from you.”
Chapter Eight
Carl lived in a small house about three miles from DeeDee’s place. Because he wanted DeeDee to relive her experiences with Master, Carl decided to set up the same conditions. He told her to drive by the house every day, and only stop if she saw the red “S” on the porch. He’d found a big wooden letter at a hardware store and painted it himself.
For a week, he purposely didn’t hang it out, knowing that she would become more anxious with each passing day. Finally, on Saturday, he put it up about ten a.m. Within an hour, he heard a noise at the back door.
DeeDee came in, her head down and appeared not to even notice him sitting on the couch. She wore a skirt and a yellow t-shirt—no underwear, of course. Flat sandals adorned her feet. She began to remove her clothes, piling them neatly on an upholstered chair. When she was completely naked, she dropped to her knees, spread them wide and bowed her head. Her hands went behind her back.
“Your Naughty Girl is here, Master Carl.”
“Very good.” Carl was very pleased to see her. His cock, more so. “Come here.”