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“Thank you, Sir,” she said breathlessly, savoring the lingering erotic pain.
“You’re welcome, slave.”
Setting the whip aside, Master Beau rose to his feet and unbuckled his pants. Opening the fly, he pulled out his shaft, which was hardening before her eyes. Moving closer, he gripped the back of her head as he guided his cock into her mouth.
Without preamble, he thrust all the way in, gagging her with his thick, hard shaft. Lia closed her eyes, focusing on opening herself fully to her Master. He used her roughly, rutting in her mouth as he fucked her face, his fingers twisting in her hair. She loved every second of it.
He came quickly with a small, strangled cry. Pulling out, he slapped her cheek lightly with his shiny cock as she swallowed every precious drop of his seed.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, submissive joy permeating her being, even while her cunt ached with heat and desire.
“You’re welcome, slave,” he said again.
Zipping up, he resumed his seat at his desk. “Straighten yourself and unlock the door.”
Lia rose at once to her feet. She reclasped her bra and buttoned her blouse, the welt pulsing pleasantly across her breasts. As she unlocked the door, he said, “I’ll see you at home. I have about an hour’s work I have to finish. I’ll expect you to be waiting at the door, as usual.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, reaching for her coat.
“Oh, before you go, come back here a sec.”
She returned to him. Standing, he took her into his arms. Clasping the back of her head, gently this time, he gave her a long, lingering kiss that melted her into a puddle of happiness.
“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.
“I love you back,” she whispered in reply.
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Beau had assumed his house-sitting duties at the beginning of the month, his colleague having left for her year-long sabbatical overseas. It was a small but very comfortable house only a few blocks from campus. Lia and he often walked to work, weather permitting.
Lia still had her studio apartment, primarily to avoid issues with her parents, who had very strong opinions on “living in sin.” Though they’d only officially been a couple for three months now, Beau knew with every fiber of his being that Lia was “the one.”
She had blossomed under his strict regime of total erotic control. While still maintaining her naturally sassy and playful demeanor, Lia now exuded the kind of deep serenity he’d witnessed in slaves at The Enclave. He felt at once humbled and exultant that she’d been able to achieve under his tutelage what had once been so elusive for her.
She was the ideal subject when he held his periodicKinbakutraining sessions at The Enclave, utterly at ease, even when constrained for considerable lengths of time in difficult positions. At the last training he’d conducted, he’d bound Lia using the Ebi, or shrimp tie. It involved bending her body backward into a contorted position that did somewhat resemble a shrimp. It was an advanced tie that required careful positioning. She’d handled it beautifully, slipping almost at once into submissive headspace, where she’d remained for the duration of the session.
It was a little after six when he pulled into the driveway. The snow was falling more thickly now, and they were forecast to get up to four inches by morning. He walked up the three steps to the covered entryway and inserted his key into the lock.
The door opened directly into a cozy living room with large picture windows that let in the natural light, the adjacent kitchen creating an open concept living space. Lia knelt in her usual spot in front of the door, her forehead touching the carpet, her arms extended before her in supplication.
The delicious aroma of the lasagna Lia had put into the oven for their dinner permeated the house, awakening Beau’s appetite. He removed his jacket and laid it, along with his messenger bag and keys, on the entry table just inside the door. He walked the short distance to Lia, stopping just in front of her.
As he’d taught her, she lifted her head to kiss the top of his shoe. Then she shifted gracefully into a kneeling-up pose, her hands resting on her thighs as she spread her knees wide. The slave collar he’d woven for her from strips ofKinbakulinen rope was around her throat. The welt across her breasts was still visible.
Beau held out his hand. Lia took it, allowing him to pull her upright. “It smells great in here,” he said as they walked together to the kitchen. Lia had already laid the table in the small dining nook. An open bottle of cabernet was on the table, along with two wine glasses.
As if on cue, the oven timer dinged. “Please have a seat, Sir,” Lia said. “Everything’s ready.”
He poured them each a glass of wine as Lia brought the steaming pan of lasagna to the table. He cut and served them each a portion while she brought the salad and hot garlic bread.
As she slid into the padded bench seat across from him, he lifted his glass. “A toast,” he said, “to your nipple piercing.”
Lia’s eyes widened, her mouth opening into a small O. “Really?” she breathed, her eyes shining. “Tonight?”
Ever since he’d floated the idea of piercing her nipples a few weeks ago, Lia had been on board. “We’ll do it soon,” he had assured her. “I just want to give you a little time to get used to the idea.”
The beautiful nipple jewelry he’d ordered from an online site had arrived two days before. He’d had it delivered to his office so he could keep it a surprise.
