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Slut.
You just did not do this. Not.
Why simply slut, I thought. This was more. Slave?
Documentary. I yanked myself up short with that. Remember? Pretend?
Was it though? I was finding it hard to tell. So goddamned hard. I liked this. Somehow…I liked it.
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I was good for three days. I was so good I would have made my old self vomit. I did what Klaus asked me to. I cleaned naked, I cooked naked, I kneeled at his feet, also naked. I bent over when he asked and let him touch me and I protested not at all…apart from whining when he stopped touching me. I lost count of how many times he stirred me up then left me aroused and unfulfilled. Excruciating. Yet I wanted more of what he did.
On the third morning, when he let me into the downstairs room for my morning monologue, I tried to say to the camera something of what he asked me to.
“Not being able to talk to you,” I began. “What does it do to me?”
I was kneeling on the floor mattress and sitting square to the camera like some little disciple talking to her mentor or sensei. Corny, but it felt right. And I was beginning to like the feel of doing things right.
“It means I don’t have to spend time wondering what to say next. If something is absolutely important to me, I think I manage to say that through body language. Yes, damn you, Klaus, I have learned to hold my tongue. I can see now that we humans tend to waste time saying a lot of stuff that is either negative or unnecessary. We waffle our way through life.
“This way…” I licked my lips and looked up at the camera from the corner of my eyes. This next bit was close to the bone for me as it made me remember him touching me intimately. “This way I can feel more. I don’t get so distracted. I hear, I feel, maybe I even smell and taste things better. There. I said it.” I shrugged. “That’s it. That’s all I figured out so far.”
Funny, when I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs I realized something enormous – I’d forgotten to say anything about the documentary.
We hadn’t had breakfast yet and when we reached the kitchen, I saw he’d put out all the ingredients for a big Aussie breakfast – mushrooms, bacon, eggs, tomato, the toaster and fry pan. Before I could do anything he stopped me with his hand on my arm.
“Wait. You’re wearing this today.” Then he squatted and gestured for me to step into a red circle of silk and chiffon. No underwear, just a skirt. The waistband came up to below my belly button. Curious, I checked with my fingers, and found the hem ended just above the lowest hint of my butt. A little red bra top made the set. He helped me on with that too and went round behind me to fasten it at the back.
“Gorgeous.” I felt his hand on my curve of my ass, lifting the skirt. “Sexy and it’ll just show me a hint of your little cunt when you go up the stairs. If I’m behind you. Which I will be a lot, today.” There was both lust and amusement in his voice.
Then his teeth sank into the muscle between my neck and shoulder. The sudden pain transfixed me. His warm tongue licked the teeth marks. As he bit me and sucked, I shuddered. I was already moistening – a sexual reflex which now hit whenever Klaus touched me. Like I was automatically primed and prepared, ready for him. Though biting was pure distilled ecstasy.
With one arm wrapped across below my breasts, holding me still, and his hand on my hip, he used his teeth, lips and tongue to mark a trail from my nape to my shoulder. Soon I was a quivering, panting mess of a woman offering her neck for him to do anything he wanted.
“Good girl.” He patted my ass one more time and I heard him step back. My neck stung nicely. In this little kitchen one proper step back meant he’d be against the wall. I gulped in a few breaths and let the haze of lust lessen before I turned.
Good girl was damned insulting, or so I used to believe. But from his mouth it now became the greatest compliment. Odd, how the mind changes. The perverse and kinky became acceptable. An insult became a compliment. What next?
In his right hand Klaus held a crop. The rectangular tip rested on the top of his bare foot. He waited for me to start breakfast. As always, that he was dressed in board shorts and T-shirt emphasized how under-dressed I was. No underwear beneath this skirt, for some weird reason made me feel even more aware of my femaleness than when I’d been naked.
If I made breakfast without being told would I get to come? The little skirt, and how carefully he’d dressed me, handled me, and that glorious biting – it made me want him so much I ached.
Underneath the concealing chiffon my clit was sitting up and pretty much begging. I wanted to him to make love to me. I wanted to get to come and not just be a fuck toy like the day before. Had I been good enough, though?
I eyed the crop. He hadn’t hit me with anything for ages, only little pats on my behind. Like maybe he was sparing me? He cared that I was bruised? Yet I remembered how he’d adored caning me. That, I hated, but the crop, surely that couldn’t hurt as much?
I…I just clicked. I wanted to see where this would lead me. Demeaning? Maybe. No worse than before, except that I was going to set it in motion.
I breathed in deeply then I went to my knees. I crawled to him and I put my hand to the crop and tugged uncertainly, afraid I looked silly. His mouth was straight and tight. His eyes blazed gray-green and fearsome. Right then you could have told me the sun was that color and I would’ve believed you. I swallowed, paralyzed. Then the corners of his lips curved.
He likes this.
And that, God, that thought gave rise to another – I loved pleasing him.
Klaus released the crop into my grasp. I put it in my mouth then I returned to the counter, making sure I waggled my butt as I crawled. I stood and lay on the counter as I had the morning before, then I reached back and balanced the crop across my lower back. Tantalizing, inches from my ass. I figured the picture that presented would be near on irresistible. I could feel his gaze on me there, between my legs, where I knew my lower lips were already swelling. I swallowed and waited. I was a soda pop bottle all shaken and about to explode.
And so I waited for him to decide what to do. I hazed out just a little. Waiting, forever.
Right then, I succumbed and gave myself to Klaus. The only man who’d ever made me his.
