Eventually Monica gave a sigh and a couple of squeaks. It wasn’t a big orgasm, just a comfortable one. Comfortable for Monica, at least.
I was pretty sure she’d drawn blood on my shoulders when she’d tighten her nails on me. But her thighs pressed against my ears, like cool, shapely silk, and that is one of my favourite things, way ahead on raindrops on noses and mittens on kittens.
I looked up at her, past her belly and breasts, to see if she was smiling. She was. She looked down at me, and tried to pull me up her body by my hair. I smacked her flank for that, twice so she knew it was punishment, then came forward so my mouth was in kissing range of her nipples. pink and – I tested with my tongue – hard. My cock was between her upper thighs, not far from its natural home.
Monica smiled. “Master. I meet a man and call him Master. Must be all that patriarchal bullshit in The Magic Flute.” We’d met at the opera that evening, and we’d come a long way, fast.
“I think I know how your argument would go. And it’s right. But I’m still calling a man Master, the same evening I meet him.”
So I was serious. “Monica, you know the politics of this. It’s choices that suit us, as people. And you can change your choice any time. I think it’s hot, you calling me Master, but you could stop.”
“Yes, Master. I could stop. Master.” Then she grinned. “Is this how you treat your slavegirls?”
“I don’t have slavegirls. If you commit yourself, then you’re my harem, all one of you.” I remembered what we were talking about. “But, when you said, ‘is this how I treat slavegirls’, did you mean the spanking? Or the oral sex?”
She frowned. “Was that a Holy Grail reference? ‘After the spanking … the oral sex!'”
“Oh hell! It was accidental. But yeah, I guess it was.”
“Anyway, I meant the oral sex. The cunnilingus, Sir Jaime. And maybe the spanking too. Though I prefer you smacking my arse than my sides.”
“Then don’t misbehave when I can’t get at your arse.” I smacked her again, to show that she didn’t make those decisions.
“Ouch,” Monica said, with utter insincerity.
“And … we have to talk, before you really become mine. And even then, you can revoke my status as Master at any time.”
“I can’t imagine you getting a Court to uphold my slavery contract. So you’ll just have to keep me happy.”
Monica reached down to hold my cock, and found it hard. “Good,” she said. “Though it’s not oral sex I’m after right -“
I edged further up my body so my cock., still held and hard in her hand, touched wet, soft cunt.
“Get your thighs up, girl. I want your toes pointing at the ceiling. Later you can rest them on my arse.”