She scooted over quickly, staying on her hands and knees. Without being asked, she unzipped his pants and let his hardened tool spring free. DeeDee opened her mouth and took it in.
“How do you know that’s what I want?”
She froze then pulled back. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Who’s sorry?”
“N-naughty Girl,” she stammered.
“Don’t forget,” I reminded her.
“Naughty Girl won’t, she promises,” she said.
“Very well, you may suck my cock now.”
She returned to her duties. Carl closed his eyes and let the sensation wash through him. Her head moved smoothly up and down his shaft, as her right hand wrapped around the base and massaged him. Carl didn’t want to come yet, so he stopped her after a few minutes. She looked disappointed.
“Later,” he assured her. “But first, I brought you a present.”
Her eyes grew wide. “For Naughty Girl?”
He pulled a box from under the couch cushion. She gasped and brought a hand to her mouth. He held it out to her and she took it tentatively. Her hand trembled as she opened it. Inside, she could see small gold rings connected by a fine chain. They looked like round little fishes.
She looked up, questioningly.
“They’re nipple clamps.”
Her mouth dropped open. He thought he detected fear in her eyes.
“No, no—they won’t hurt you. At least, they’re not supposed to. Here.” Carl took one out and squeezed the tail of the fish together, showing her how it expanded the smooth band of gold. “These just grip the nipples—they don’t pinch them.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“Here, let me put them on you.” She straightened up, thrusting her breasts out toward him. He could tell her nipples weren’t extended enough, so he leaned down and suckled one gently. It grew in his mouth to full length. When he was satisfied, he pulled away and gently encircled it with the gold band, making sure it was seated low, then released the tension. It shrunk around her nipple, fitting perfectly. The chain hung straight down.
“It’s beautiful,” she said again.
Carl took the other clamp at the end of the chain and repeated the process to her left breast. Once they were in place, the chain hung between them in a graceful bow.
“Do they hurt?”
She shook her head. Tears began to flow from her eyes. “Naughty Girl l-l-loves them,” she sobbed.
Her reaction surprised him. “I hope those are tears of joy,” he joked.
“Master—how did you know?”
He was taken aback. “Know? Know what?”
Her eyes searched his face. “That Master Stephen gave his Naughty Slut jewelry for her body.”
“Ohhh.” He nodded. He sensed another chapter coming. “Tell me about it. What did he give you first?”
She touched the clamps, as if remembering. “Earrings,” she said, nodding. “Little gold earrings that were shaped in a loose ‘S’ “
She didn’t have to tell him what that stood for.
“You wore them all the time for him?”
“Yes.”
“Did people ask what the ‘S’ stood for?”
“Sometimes. They were very stylish ‘S’s’, so most people didn’t recognize them as letters.”
“When they did, what did you tell them?”
He could see tears in her eyes. “Master made me say.”
“Say what, exactly?”
“That the ‘S’ stood for Slut.”
He could imagine the embarrassment that caused her. Another step in her training. He could tell that the memory of it turned her on, despite her shame. A blush spread across her upper chest and the scent of her sex increased in the room. “What happened to them?”
Naughty Girl stared at the floor. For a moment, he thought she wasn’t going to answer.
“Slut still has them, packed away.”
The words came out before he fully thought about them. “I’d like to see them. Next time you come over.”
She just nodded, her head hung low.
“Is this painful, my Naughty Girl?”
“No,” she said at once, then softer, “Yes. A little.”
“I won’t spoil the memory of your old Master. But I’d still like to see them.” A thought struck him. “Did he give you other items?”
Again the nod, eyes low. “Look at me,” he said. When her head came up, Carl could see the tears had begun to track down her beautiful face. “Tell me.”
“He, um, he gave his Slut…nipple rings,” she said so softly he had to lean in to hear.
“Nipple rings?” Carl’s eyes went to her nipples. DeeDee nodded in response to his question. “So you had your nipples pierced?” Another nod. He unfastened one of the clamps and spotted a small indentation on the side, partially grown back. He refastened the clamp. “What else?”
“My-my-my labia,” she whispered. She forgot her pronouns again. Carl was too shocked to call her on it.
“Show me.”
She stood and brought her groin close to his face. He bent down and saw the indentations here as well—two on each side. He felt strangely excited.
“Why did you stop wearing them?” Carl was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
“When he died, I—Naughty Slut couldn’t bear the thought of wearing them again. They were just for him.”
He nodded. “We will honor those wishes,” he told her. “But I still want to see them, next time you come, all right?”
“Yes, Master Carl.”
“Now, I want to see how my jewelry looks when we make love.” Carl took off his pants then laid back against the sofa cushions. His cock stood up straight. He nodded to DeeDee and she straddled him immediately. Carefully, she reached between her legs to widen her slit with two fingers then lowered herself down onto his cock. She gave a little sigh.
Once she was fully seated, he reached up and tugged at the chain, tweaking her nipples. She closed her eyes and smiled, a small, shy, coy little smile. He liked the way the chain glinted in the light as she moved with him.
She was an energetic lover. When she was on top, she rocked and rolled, making sure his cock touched every part of her. Carl watched her face, her eyes closed, the beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. He could tell as she approached her orgasm. Her mouth began to hang open, her head dropped back, the sweat began to run down her body.
“Fuck!” She screamed, thrusting herself hard against his pubic bone, his cock wedged against her clit. She clung to him, shaking with release.
Chapter Nine
Carl had wanted to see her much more often, but work interfered. He had a particularly large project due, so much of his early evening hours were spent at the office in front of a computer.
Still, he never stopped thinking about her.
DeeDee was unique. She’s like the prototype perfect woman, he thought. He knew women’s libbers everywhere would be breaking out the hatchets if he dared speak it aloud, but he didn’t care. To Carl, this just proved that there were women out there who enjoyed this kind of play. And Carl used the word play deliberately. He wasn’t forcing DeeDee to act this way. She could’ve stopped him at any time with her safe word. She was as turned on by her memories of Evers as Carl was reliving them with her.
He made sure he protected her. He never took her too far and never violated her own inner limits. They were a very happy couple. Within a very short time, Carl was ready to have her move into his house and be his lover full-time, but she told him she wasn’t ready. To Carl, that proved that she still retained power. If he were her true master, she would not have been able to refuse him. But Carl just told her to take her time, just being around her was enough for now.
Carl continued to exert more of his own power over her during their explorations of her relationship with her old master. He couldn’t help himself. It not only felt right, but DeeDee was a willing participant. It had started right up the next time she came over to his house. She had kneeled on the rug before him, naked, as usual.