Emma was exactly on time when she knocked on Matt’s front door. There was no response after she rang the doorbell, no response to the knock. Was this another one of his tests?
Her memory slipped back to three short weeks ago. After her first overnight with her new lover, she had woken up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Eric must have covered her up at some point. Her body sore and her mind confused, she had stretched, groaned, and headed for the shower. As the water kissed over her sore muscles and soothed her well-used pussy, her mind had cleared, and she gasped!
Eric!
She had hurt him that night.
Tears had come and she was happy to be in the shower.
As she dried off, she contemplated waking him to apologize. Once she saw him in their bed, or what was formally theirs, she decided it would be kinder to let him sleep. Based on the clock, he had only been home for a couple of hours.
She was not heartless, she was not cruel, she was enthralled; caught up in this new life with her former boyfriend’s father. Losing herself completely to the control of another, she wondered if perhaps Eric was better off without her.
****
Emma was now living in her own place; a lovely two-bedroom apartment within her budget, as she was now single. She refused to let Matt pay for it, a deliberate choice to keep her from feeling more of a whore than she wanted.
Today was December thirtieth and she had woken up with expectant energy lathered with holiday excitement. She had methodically dressed for her date with Matt. He instructed her to wear a dress as they were supposed to be going out to lunch someplace sophisticated and he wanted her to look more high-end. Not sure if that was an insult or not, Emma complied with one of her favorite red dresses.
She slipped on a pair of Tory Burch heels that her friend Julee said made her calves look very hot. She had once worn them to school and felt great until she realized halfway through her day that many of her students were distracted by their provocative display.
Her wavy red hair was down on her shoulders and her make-up was sexy and alluring featuring an expensive new red lipstick that was a Christmas gift from Julee.
“New man, new look!” her friend had written on the tag. Emma had decided that after the holiday she would tell Julee everything. Even though her friend had stopped asking questions.
With her new black overcoat her mom got her for Christmas, Emma looked hot and more importantly, felt hot.
With no answer at the door, she assumed Matt was getting ready for their “date.” It was to be the first time they were going to be out together during the day. She was strangely excited to have people see her with this older, sexy man.
Then again, he did have at least two others with which he regularly had liaisons. Perhaps he was otherwise engaged. Feeling a tad nauseous Emma gripped her purse a little tighter, turned the handle and stepped in.
Her focus was on the floor not wanting to look left or right for fear she might see a half dozen naked women in various sex acts. Emma’s short red dress suddenly felt confining, clinging to a body that was currently overheated. She was bothered that she had not worn panties as her pussy was a fountain of desire. Her legs looked resplendent despite shaking a little. The energy of sexual surrender coursed through her body, and she welcomed it as her new best friend. Even though it was more like an addictive drug.
She removed her coat and was going to put it in the closet when she looked to the left. She loved that the Christmas tree was lit with a warm glow but was disappointed at not seeing her juvenile fantasy of him standing next to it with a gift box.
The once banished sense of doubt crept back to question, “What the fuck are you doing?”
She went to take out her phone when a hand reached around and cupped her mouth. She gasped but soon smelled his familiar cologne as he pulled her back against his hard body, her phone tumbling away across the tile floor.
“You are late”, he whispered as he yanked away her coat and tossed it. “On your knees right now!”
”But I—” she began to protest, but all he had to do was push down on her shoulders, and she complied. Her dress pulled up to her mid-thigh as her legs bent. He took hold of her hair and turned her head towards his crotch. She had spent quite a lot of time styling it just right for a nice sexy look and with just a few tugs, he had turned it into the hair of a slut. Which was appropriate.
She bravely chose to inquire. “But sir, I thought we were going to lunch? I thought you wanted me to look more stylish.”
He smiled down at her and ran the back of his hand across her cheek. “My darling little slut, you do. But I think you need a few things added to your look to make you perfect.” She could not help but gulp, the queasiness in her stomach not dissipating. “Now, what should you be doing?”
She need not answer with her voice, her body would reply. She reached up and unbuckled the trousers of his suit. He looked quite handsome, a red striped tie, giving the look of peppermint that made her smile. She looked up into his eyes, which smiled with lust and determination. This is when he made her the most aroused.
Lunch all but forgotten, Emma desperately wanted to reach between her legs and rub her pussy, but she dare not without permission. With a few moves his trousers dropped to the floor and his wondrous cock was already in her mouth. Her bright red lipstick shined as up and down she took him. It was like she had not had any cock in days, which was not true. Two days ago, after she got home from her parents, she and Matt had fucked into the night. She had six orgasms to his three
His hands gripping her hair tighter than was necessary, he began to move his hips back and forth. The familiar gagging followed, and she went to her new favorite place, that of complete submissive slut to his gorgeous body. She reached up and caressed the back of his naked thighs, daring to cup the bottom of his tight buttocks. He moaned at the gesture, and she fluttered inside as spittle began to flow out of her mouth onto her beautiful dress. For fear of having it ruined, she reached behind, unzipped, and gathered it at her waist.
Her wonderful rack looked amazing being pushed up by a black and red laced bra. Matt looked down as drool, began to pool in her cleavage and he smiled. He yanked out and she gasped for air. He pointed his cock straight down and plunged it in between her tits. She yelped at this new act of debauchery but soon found it quite stimulating. Her first titty fuck!
She began to moan at the heat of his hardness slipping between her soaking breasts. Her beautiful new bra began to stain, but she did not care as the perversion was enough to make her pussy begin to flutter. She reached up and pinched her aching nipples through the moistening fabric.
Matt pulled her head up again, a familiar scalp pain becoming a welcome bit of foreplay. Emma knew what he wanted, and she opened her mouth like a hungry baby bird. He slowly allowed a long string of his own spit to drip out onto her waiting tongue. She swirled it around in her mouth like his delicious cum and swallowed with a moan. It had no taste, but the act itself gave her great pleasure. It was the ultimate slut submission, resounding with nasty overtones.
She was losing herself in the dictates of his power and it sent her to scintillating erotic vistas she longed to explore. Per usual, he sharply brought her back to the present with his cock driving between her breasts. He had reached behind and unclipped her last piece of fabric defense and was driving and diving between her luscious mounds.
She instinctively grabbed her breasts and pushed the flesh inwards, allowing for more slippery friction. Her body bent backwards slightly. She had to engage her core to keep from falling down, his thrusting becoming more aggressive.
Emma was shaking as she closed her eyes, loving being used like this. She had given into Matt so easily and each time just made it feel like the correct decision.
She could tell the way he was breathing that he would not take long so she decided to take a risk. “Please, Sir! Soak my tits with your beautiful cock. Spread it all over for me and make me wear it as a sign that I am yours!”
Matt was surprised and it helped trigger his release. He stiffened and shot inside of her cleavage, much of his offering seeping out the bottom. Surprisingly, some of it boiled over the top and he pulled himself out. The last few ropes hit her neck, covering her pretty necklace she had for worn for him. She was gasping and breathing hard with excitement of the new sensation.
She was on the brink of orgasm as she seemed to be most days, and especially in every wild encounter with her new forceful lover. She smiled up at him, his precious seed dripping off her chin. She looked down at the mess all over her breast began to shake with orgasmic rippling.
“That was exquisite, Emma. You wish to orgasm, do you not?”
She was foggily swaying with the need yet was able to nod.
“Not just yet. On your feet, bend over the couch. You have spoken without permission, that needs to be addressed.”
Her eyes flew open as she rushed back to a harshly real present. She wanted to be shocked, but she was not. Her only concern at this point was pleasing him. Well, that and dripping his cum all over his lovely furniture.
“Now wait a minute! You are a slut, not a pig. Clean yourself off. Do not let any drops go to waste.”
Emma sat back on her ankles. With her fingers, she began to scoop up as much of his release as she could. She greedily sucked it in with noisy smacks and lewd slurps, even lifting her tits to lick them off. Matt had stepped out of the room, and she knew he was getting something to use on her. She shivered with a bit of fear, knowing that her ass was about to be punished. As the last drops of his glorious ejaculate that had hidden in her navel were scooped out and put into her mouth, he re-entered the room. She climbed up onto the couch and presented her posterior for his punitive pleasure.
Her lovely New Year’s look was unrecognizable, and she had a moment of irritation at his indifference to her efforts that ran off to hide when the familiar sting of a rubber spatula hit her lower left cheek. The right followed and then left again. She gripped the furniture and did her best to breathe through the stinging pain.
He reached ten slaps, engaging her upper thighs and then the top of her buttocks which were more muscle than cushion. These actually made her cry out and she contemplated complaining. He sensed her change in tolerance and halted.
Head bent, ass and heart hurting, her tears began to splash the couch.
Her conscience made a scene, “What are you doing to yourself?!”
Everything suddenly felt…wrong.
Her beautiful red hair was all but ruined, her glorious makeup lost to the tear stream of pain and humiliation. Her dress may not recover, and she had no idea where her expensive bra lay at this moment.
She was a wreck, cruelly ripped out of the fantastical adventure that was Matt.
Sexual pleasure no longer providing defense, she only felt…less than. Shocking herself, she had decided it was too much.
Matt spoke in his usual dominant, bordering on arrogant control, “Perhaps in the future you will consider how your ass is feeling right now before you decide.“
He suddenly stopped talking when the beautiful woman in front of him stood up and turned with anger on her wet face!
“Enough! Or spatula or whatever!” Her voice sucked the air out of the room and set off sirens in her ears. “I have agreed to this relationship because my body has never felt more sexually alive. But I am a woman who has made a massive effort to look her best for you today!” She was putting on her bra that had been tossed on the floor earlier. Her dress followed. “You. You said today was going to be different, you even hinted it might be romantic. And I am not some big-eyed eighteen-year-old who expects to be whisked away to some fucking castle.” She stepped toward him, and he actually gulped slightly at her aggression.
“Never did I imagine a severe…” She faltered. He sneered. She scoffed.
She charged past him as she zipped her dress, retrieved her phone, and pulled open the closet. She made eye contact to make sure he saw exactly how she felt.
“I am very, very intelligent, Matt! I know about the power dynamics of our relationship, what being a submissive is about. But you promised to take care of me! Before during and after. That might have taken the form of one simple acknowledgment of what I’ve done for you today!”
Coat and purse in hand, she strode for the door, her adrenaline pumping fury to every fiber.
“Emma wait,” he said with a humorous exasperation, “I apologize for—“
The door slam ended the conversation.
***
A hot bath helped to soothe her aching ass. It also provided needed relaxation of her anger and embarrassment.
Had she broken the rules? Had she overreacted? Or had she stood up for herself and behaved admirably?
She let out a long, hissing breath expected to placate her growing frustration. It did not help, so she sunk below the water letting it encompass her turmoil. Her heart rate was steady and strong and her arousal ebbed.
Surfacing, she breathed deeply and then growled in frustration. And strangely not because of his behavior. He had performed exactly as he had every other time they had been together. She honestly should not be surprised, so why was she so upset? It felt as if all of the progress they had made as a couple dove out the window. More importantly, were they even a couple?
***
The morning of January 6 was like any other school day.
She had not heard from him…
She had been through several different levels of conflict with varying emotional reactions. After three days, she realized that his hold on her had broken.
Emma was working diligently around her classroom to reset for the beginning of the new term when a familiar clicking sounded in the hallway. It was followed by her mentor and best friend’s knock on the door.
Julee was looking fabulous in what was obviously a new outfit. Damn, this woman could wear a sack and look sexy as hell! This was not a sack, but rather a sweater dress. The blue weave seemed to highlight her sexual assets without overly enhancing them. Talk about a teenager’s wet dream!
“Good morning Emma, how are you feeling?“
The mundanity of the question made Emma feel uneasy. She had planned on telling Julee everything about her new relationship with Matt. And now that that seemed to be over, the question felt loaded with a longer explanation than she wanted to give.
She decided to laugh it off. “That’s a strange way to greet me? ‘How are you feeling?’”
Julee remained implacable. “Well you lost a second boyfriend in a month. You’ve got to be hurting yet you have not called me about it.”
It seems that being shocked in this classroom was becoming a regular thing. How did she figure that out?
Julee had excellent mind-reading skills. “You have not returned my texts, have not posted anything on social media, and you’re wearing a sad outfit. Doesn’t take a mathematician to add those things up. Pun Intended.”
Emma let out a long sigh. “Yes, I guess we broke up. I’m not 100% sure.”
Julee was closer and leaning against a student desk, her stunning legs crossed. “And now you were afraid the relationship was a bad decision and wondering if you still have feelings for Eric.”
Eric…fuck… Hearing his name brought back a massive garbage bag of regrets. Emma had not thought about him throughout this entire week. Even after her blowup exit from Matt’s house.
The accomplished math teacher slumped into her desk chair.
The world suddenly focused, and she decided to tell her friend everything.
The story was concise and relatively unemotional, mathematical, which made sense. When she finished, she looked up and for the first time found her friend surprised, even shocked.
“Holy mother of Jesus, how the fuck did you get through all of that? Eric’s father? I mean, I had a suspicion but to find out that you had become some type of sex slave? Honestly, I did not think you had it in you.”
Emma chuckled sardonically, “I guess I didn’t. Because here I sit without either one of them, not knowing what the hell to do.”
Julee nodded and reached over to take Emma’s hand. “The big question with these things is always the same no matter who it was: are you happy without the relationship and were you happier when you were in it?”
Emma nodded. “I guess I’m just not sure who the hell I am anymore. I love that I got my own place away from Eric. It took the shock of Matt taking over my sex life to show just how dull things had been. I seriously think I’m better off without him and I’ve been fucking his dad almost every night since.”
She smiled as a wave of passionate possibility flushed her scarlet. “Seriously Julee, everything you read about and hear about is true. Surrendering your control to someone else is so … liberating! So, what happened to me a week ago?” She was teary-eyed and sopping-crotch turned on.
Her friend shrugged and the bell rang signaling the start of the day. Without speaking the two of them stood, and Julee helped check to make sure Emma looked presentable. She patted her friend and pulled her into a deep hug. “Em, whatever you need, just ask.” She pulled back looking deep into Emma’s green eyes. “As long as we’re confessing kinky things, I’ve been a secret dominatrix for a few years now. I currently have three subs.”
Emma’s eyes flew open, and Julee began to laugh. Then she turned and walked away with extra sass.
“You are horrible! Really?” Emma laughed with admonition.
“You never know!”
***
Three days later Emma stood in her apartment facing the door. She wore a simple comfortable dress that was neither provocative nor unflattering. She was in bare feet. There was a sound of keys in the lock and she took a deep breath. A moment later the door closed and Matt stood six feet away looking quite handsome but without any affect at all. Emma shuddered a little, wondering if this was a mistake.
She had decided to reach out yesterday and texted him, would like to see you, tomorrow night at my apartment at seven please
He had responded with a simple, I will be there.
And now here he was.
The silence was thick with questions. Matt decided to ask the first one. “You contacted me. Why?”
Emma nodded and gestured to the couch. Matt took his coat off and two of them sat with a good two feet between them. It felt awkward for her, but he seemed unfazed.
Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweaty. And of course, her fucking pussy was going through fits. She was sure her nipples were hard and trying to rip through the basic bra she wore. The effect this man had on her had not diminished one bit in the two weeks since the incident.
“I will start with this.” Her voice was shaky but grew in confidence. “What the two of us shared together was nothing short of life-changing. I love having sex with you, there is no question. But I need more. I need a partner. I need someone I can build a life with but I don’t think you are capable of that. So I’m caught. I want what we had but I need changes to be made if it is to work. Does any of this make sense?”
Matts unreadable face looked her up and down. She felt like his eyes were burning off her clothes like Superman lasers. She had to cross her legs to keep from reaching down to rub her aching quim. She knew that her skin was turning pink. My God, he was amazing.
“My dear Emma. I have never wanted you to feel bad about yourself nor wanted this to be an unpleasant experience. I was upfront about what I wanted and what I wanted you to be. I am not looking for a partner, and certainly not marriage if that’s what you’re implying.” She went to speak, but he held up his hand and she stopped. “I recognize that at your age you have a future to think about. One that was never going to happen with my son. I am sorry to say. And that will probably not happen with me. I can only offer you devotion in the bedroom in exchange for your complete submission. Glorious sex that will continue to satisfy your hunger for servitude.”
She had to actually close her eyes and look down for a moment to gain her composure. He was manipulating her, and she was loving it.
“I will offer this. Once a week, we’ll have a reward night. I will take you out to do whatever you would like: dinner, movie—hell, I’ll take you miniature golfing. If, and this is important, if you never again confront me like you did. If you do, we will be done, clean break, and there will be no chance of coming back.”
He leaned forward, his eyes smoldering, his voice hypnotic. “Can you agree to that?” he paused, and added, “My little slut?”
She did her best to reason logically. She did her best to ignore the throbbing inside of her vagina. She did her best to not think of his majestic cock in her mouth, ass, and pussy. She did her best to stand up for her independence.
And none of it worked.
She was his. No question. She would be his for as long as he wanted her.
Slowly, not breaking his eye contact, she stood, unzipped her dress, peeled it off and pushed it to the floor. Her pair of panties and bra were easily removed and tossed to the side. Standing in nothing but a pair of earrings she put her hands behind her back and knelt looking to the floor. “I am yours. I choose to serve you and accept a reward once a week.”
Not realizing he had been holding his breath, Matt sighed with resolve. He had so many wonderful sluts he had used over the years. Yet the two or three he currently used besides Emma could not hold a candle to her. Her perfect sensitive nipples, tight cunt, and round ass were unparalleled, and he could not wait to enjoy their charms.
This short break turned out to be just what she needed.
He stood and she went to reach for his pants, but he lightly swatted her hand away. “On your back on the couch, hold your legs open and do not move.”
She complied immediately, leaving a small puddle of her drippings on the rug. She could smell her pussy’s funk as it eagerly awaited its first sexual contact in ten days.
Matt quickly stripped himself completely naked. She looked at the majestic cock in his hands, shining with pre-cum and she actually whimpered at the joy of starting everything over again. She looked up at him and quietly said, “Thank you sir. Thank you for using your slut for your pleasure.”
Matt laughed and without saying anything else grabbed her ankles and shoved them up to her ears. She grunted at the sudden stretch of her body and the squeezing of her lungs!
He spit on her pussy, not for lubrication, but as a sign of ownership. Without one more agonizing moment of hesitation he plunged into her. She screamed as a contact orgasm ripped through her entire body.
She had cum without permission and hoped he would not punish her. She then smiled inside remembering her glowing red ass and realized that perhaps she wanted him to. It was a complete 180-degree turnaround.
His cock was everything she had remembered and even more. The apparent absence of contact made both of their genitalia crave each other. It was a silly notion but had some modicum of truth to it.
He firmly held her ankles at her head and used her body as nothing more than a hole to fill as he began a jackhammer fuck. It was obvious that he had been saving this and was dissipating his aggravation with her pussy. She was going to get what she deserved, and she was beyond the moon excited for it!
“Cum often! Cum hard!” he commanded, and she smiled at the permission.
“Oh Sir! Thank you! Oh god, fuck me! I am – ohhh gawd– I’m yours!
He was merciless, having waited too fucking long for this tight twat to wrap his rod. She really was exquisite, her walls hugging and pulling him, her juices flowing like a faucet set on trickle. He felt bigger inside her which was strange. It only fueled his male ego and drove him to move faster and harder. Now basically on top of her, he was biting her left nipple and pulling it away from her body.
She grabbed his head and shoulder and pulled him tighter. She screeched at the pain and pleasure and dug nails into him. He grunted at her unbridled lust.
Another orgasm ripped through, and she desperately wanted to wrap her legs around him to draw out another.
He backed up and was now standing at the couch’s edge holding her aloft but still pounding away. Her shoulders were on the couch, but her legs were free. She spread them wide like bird’s wings and let the last vestige of reality disappear from her mind. No longer a twenty-five-year-old schoolteacher, she was now just a body. An orgasm machine pleasing the world’s greatest cock. It was a high no substance could duplicate.
He was remarkable! How could she ever have wanted to end this!
She was vaguely aware she was screaming; she was vaguely aware he was spouting dirty epithets. But she was unaware that he was getting ready to cum. The blur of his cock head repeatedly rasping her g spot made it impossible to focus on any other vaginal sensation. Then he brought clarity through orgasm. He reached between and as he stiffened to shoot his massive load of cum, he slapped her clitoris with a sharp sting.
The instantaneous orgasmic reaction was unprecedented. It was all-consuming making her body seizure.
“YES slut! Yesss!”
Her scream came from a guttural place and lasted for a good fifteen seconds before she collapsed to the floor, his still spurting cock ripping out. She crumpled and struggled to regulate her breathing. Three large ropes of cum baptized her stomach and tits and she barely registered their heat.
This was true reclamation.
Several minutes passed and she groggily became aware Matt was sitting on the couch drinking Gatorade. A bottle for her sat next to her head. She knew she should drink but she could not yet get her limbs to obey.
She moaned and let out a low question, one she had never had the gumption to ask, “How…how did you know?”
Matt softly answered with a question of his own. “Know what?”
She started to sit up, her head swimming. “Know I would comply. That night, after dinner…” The bottle felt cool in her hands. “You knew I would submit. How?”
He smiled that smile that reminded her he was in charge. “Your friend from work. She and I belong to the same Kink club.”
Emma was instantaneously aware. Her voice was gone and what was left of her mind was blown.
Julee had been telling the truth!
I hope you enjoyed this one. I don’t know if Emma and Matt will be back, but if you like their story, hit the heart or even the star! Please leave a comment. I try to answer all of them.
