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  Blake's orgasm continued for what felt like an eternity to him. Meanwhile Courtney continued massaging his cock with her throat. Whenever she needed to come up for air she'd bob up for a quick breath, then bury his cock in her throat once more and begin to swallow around it. When Blake finally finished cumming, he collapsed into a puddle on the couch, unable to move. Courtney looked up at him and daringly slid her way up his body to give him a short, chaste kiss on his lips. Blake's eyes opened in surprise to find themselves staring into her own vivid gray-blue orbs.

  “Oh My God! That was fucking incredible, I don't think I can move yet. I'll buy that part of your story. I've gotten less pleasure out of fucking some women.”

  “I'm glad you enjoyed it Master.” Courtney ducked her head coyly, her hair swing forward to cover her breasts.

  “I need a drink, I may not recover from that for hours, if not days.”

  “Where do you keep the drinks Master? I'll be happy to get it for you.”

  “You don't need to do that.”

  “No, you didn't order me to do it so I don't need to do it. I'd like to please my Master though so if you tell me what you want and where it is, I'll get it for you.”

  “What happened to calling me Blake?”

  “Sorry Blake, I thought that in the house Master would be acceptable.”

  “Whatever makes you happy Courtney.”

  “Thank you Master, now what would you like to drink and where is it kept?”

  “There's a cabinet in the kitchen, to the right of the refrigerator. Inside of it is my liquor collection. Get me a shot of the Jameson's Irish Whiskey, the glasses are in the cupboard to the right of the liquor cabinet.”

  “Yes Master, thank you.”

  “Thank me? For what? I should be on my knees thanking you.”

  “Thank you for letting me serve you. You shouldn't be on your knees to me, I am your possession, your belonging. The phrase 'I live to serve' has real meaning for me.”

  “We'll discuss that later, but for now... Thank you.”

  Courtney returned with the shot of whiskey quickly. Blake managed to prop himself up on the couch and sip at his shot. By the time he had finished it, he could manage to move again.

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  Chapter 6 – Living in 'Interesting Times'

  Blake finally sat straight up, revived by his shot of whiskey:

  “That was insanely good. I'm willing to at least tentatively accept your story. I still can't believe that this is happening to me but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

  “I'm not sure I like being referred to as a horse Master.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, I do. I like to test my limits though. Raymond had absolutely no sense of humor, Tom was better but he was moody and if you caught him in the wrong mood, you shouldn't mess around at all. I'm just trying to find out where you are on the scale.”

  “I'd like to think that you aren't going to be able to tick me off enough to do anything but yell at you, no matter what you do. I know you think I own you but as far as I'm concerned you can own yourself again, you just need to tell me that you want that.”

  “Master... Blake... You have no idea, do you, that you just stumbled on the one threat that is most likely to make me adhere to your every wish and whim as closely as possible. You still don't believe that this is how I need to live, do you?”

  “I can't understand anyone not wanting to have their freedom. Never mind wanting to subjugate themselves to another person's will.”

  “Blake, the way I figure it I'd either be dead or in prison by now if I hadn't taken Tom up on his offer. You have no idea how crazy I could get. Tom said that part of the reason I make a good personal slut is that there isn't anything I am unwilling to do. This way I have someone else watching over me at least, making sure I don't go too far, keeping me from hurting or killing myself or others. I used to have no sense of self-preservation once I got going. So as far as I am concerned being a personal slut to a good master is a win-win situation.”

  “I'm not trying to be pushy here or anything but did you ever think of trying a shrink instead of a severe alternative lifestyle?”

  “Yes, in my teens I tried a shrink. I got worse because they kept telling me that I needed to 'find my limits' and 'push my envelope'. When I got suspended from high school and my parents found out it was because I thought I was following my shrink's instructions, that stopped quickly.”

  “Okay, forget I asked. You've obviously given this a lot of thought yourself.”

  “Remember I told you it was a week before I showed up on Tom's doorstep after getting suspended, that entire week was spent reviewing my options. This seemed the best one for me.”

  “So, I own you, do I? What, exactly, does that entail?”

  “Well, if I were your average personal slut, it would mean sex however and whenever you wanted but if you got too pushy or insisted on something I couldn't stand then I'd say no. I'm not average though, I'm well above average in many ways. In this case it means that beyond just being your personal slut, I am yours in my entirety. I'd say I'm your slave but that suggests that I'm unwilling and I'm not. I am yours to use, to command, to do whatever you like with. You have to be my sense of self-preservation though. I'll do whatever you ask or tell me to. In a lot of cases, I'll do what I think you want me to do even.”

  “So essentially anything goes?”

  “Yes, anything goes. Most of the time I won't even remind you about being my sense of self-preservation but I think it important to let you know that at the beginning of our relationship.”

  “Damn it, I'd love to test drive you some more but I don't think I'll be getting another erection today after that blow job. It wore me out entirely. Here I've been, staring at your gorgeous body while we talk, hearing you say that you belong to me and will do anything I tell you and I'm still limp as a noodle.”

  “I can fix that for you if you like” Courtney replied with a shy smile, “I may excel at oral sex but like I said I'm above average in many ways and I bet I can think of one that would do the trick.”

  Blake stared at her with interest, wondering just what she had up her, non-existent, sleeve now.

  “Sure, let's give it a shot.”

  “Do you have a stereo down here that will accept flash drives?”

  “Yes, over on the bookshelf there.” Blake pointed across the room.

  Courtney walked over to her bag and bent over it. Rummaging in an outside pocket that Blake had missed, she came up with a flash drive and two small scraps of fabric. Meanwhile Blake's attention had been captured. He had yet to get a good look at her ass and now that he he saw her bending over he could see that it was as attractive as the rest of her. It was well-shaped, well-toned, and of a size to match her flaring hips. He wanted his hands on it badly but let her continue with whatever it was she was offering.

  Courtney walked over to the stereo, turned it on, and plugged in the flash drive. It only took her a moment to work out the controls and then music came from the speakers in the corners of the room. It was a recently popular dance mix, heavy on the bass. She quickly did something with the fabric and then turned the volume up a bit and moved to the center of the room. She caught Blake's gaze and began to dance.

  The two tiny little scraps of fabric she had retrieved were, quite possibly, the most revealing bikini ever created. It was scanty enough to make micro bikinis look like mu-mus. Her nipples were covered but her areolae protruded on all sides of the 'cups'. The panty portion appeared in constant danger of sliding into, and being devoured by, her pussy. The effect was incredibly erotic, seeing her in the tiny two piece was more than twice as stimulating as watching her utterly naked had been. Once she began to dance the effect was increased by a factor of five.

  When Courtney began to dance she seemed to disengage some of the bones in her body. She moved where she would, as she would, and with no regard to gravity or anything else. Some of what she did shou
ld have had her in a pile on the floor, other moves should have caused broken bones, and yet what resulted was a sinuous, erotic dance that could give an erection to a corpse. Bottle what she had, sell it as a cure for erectile dysfunction, and you'd become an instant millionaire.

  Courtney's dance was an expression of herself and her feelings. There was a hint of chaos to it, a remnant of her former self and life before she received training. At the same time it was a tightly controlled expression of lust, a demonstration of her primal urges that had been encouraged to grow during her training, and an offer that was impossible for certain parts of the body to refuse.

  By the end of the first song Blake found himself back at half mast. For a while in the middle of the song he had been fully erect again but as Courtney's movements slowed his erection receded. She ended the first song completely still, her hair shrouding her face and upper body. Her voice crept out from behind her hair, slightly muted:

  “This next song is my theme song that I like to gift to good owners. Tom had it and now I'm offering it to you.”

  The room began to reverberate with the music of NIN:

  You let me violate you

  You let me desecrate you

  You let me penetrate you

  You let me complicate you

  On and on the lyrics to 'Closer' from Nine Inch Nails rang out in his living room. Driven by the deep, insistent, bass beat Courtney offered all that she was, would be, and could be to Blake. Her dancing body made it clear to him that what she offered was everything she had and was. At the moment Blake realized that the offer was for real, he was captured forever.

  A woman that he found attractive, that as far as he could tell was intelligent, that had bedroom skills beyond anything that he had ever known. A woman that wanted to simply be owned by him, that wanted him to be her everything. A woman that he might be able to trust.

  He was far gone by the end of the song. He found that he had risen from the couch and approached her as the music was ending. As the music faded into silence, Courtney folded herself over like a flower folding in its petals for the night. Her end position had her bent over double, grasping her own ankles, with her legs slightly spread. Blake was sure it was an offer, her pussy was aimed straight at him. During the dance his erection had come back full force and as he strode forward he grasped her about the hips, aimed himself roughly at her, and penetrated her forcefully.

  Courtney let out a gasp of pleasure and tried to drive herself back onto him. She didn't quite have the leverage for it though and the only thing that kept her from falling was Blake's grasp on her hips. Blake had managed to shove his cock halfway into her in that first thrust and was now trying to get deeper with limited success. Blake stood several inches over six feet and was very broad, his cock was sized proportionately to the rest of him and was slightly longer, and much bigger around, than average. As he struggled to penetrate her deeper she began to undulate beneath him. Her movements helped him manage to penetrate more deeply but he soon found himself stuck. The position she was in had her pussy drawn tight and there was simply no room to maneuver. At the low point of each undulation he could manage to slide in a touch farther but unless he took those opportunities at the low point to withdraw some he simply couldn't thrust in and out of her.

  Courtney took the problem into her own hands and he began to feel her vaginal muscles clenching against his cock inside of her. Rhythmically they clenched against him over and over, encouraging his cock to maintain its erection and substituting for thrusts. Blake was unwilling to take a substitute for thrusting though and he finally gave in, pulled his cock out of her, and lifted her off the ground. She wasn't really light but he was in great shape, he was easily strong enough to lift her up, spin her around, and lay her down on the coffee table, face up, legs spread, with both of her arms pinned above her head by a single one of his own. A gleeful grin was evident on her face once he could see it.

  Blake didn't observe any niceties. Once he had her laid out on the table he penetrated her again, his thick cock spreading her labia as he thrust into her. He was leaning against the edge of the table, pounding away on her almost immediately once he was inside of her. In this position she was much looser and he could get a good thrust. When he thrust all the way inside of her he could feel himself lightly brushing against something with the head of his cock. His free hand went to her proud breasts, instead of the teasing and stroking he would normally opt for he grabbed hard. His earlier estimation was right, her breasts were just a tiny bit too small to fill his hands but they were taut, soft, and smooth. Her nipples were fully erect now and his fingers found them. They abused her long, hard nipples, pulling and twisting, pinching and squeezing. Through it all Courtney simply seemed to be getting more and more turned on.

  Courtney's previous silence was now broken by gasps, moans, and quickened breath. It seemed that the rougher he got with her, the more turned on she became. Blake came to himself a little. This was a side that he didn't normally like to let out, and stopped abusing her breasts. His hand slid down her taut stomach and came to rest on the top of her clit hood. He began to move his index finger in small circles, putting firm pressure on the skin beneath. Once again Courtney responded, she immediately became wetter to such an extent that he could notice it with his cock. When his middle finger slid back the hood of skin and his index finger shifted to direct contact with her clitoris, she began to buck and writhe beneath him. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on him tightly, trying to interfere with the movement of his cock. She had done her job of reinvigorating his erection too well though and he continued to force his way in and out of her. Courtney had a look of ecstasy on her face but had her lips clamped shut hard enough that the pressure was whitening them.

  Blake was in a playful mood now, having drawn himself back from the edge of his darker desires. He leaned forward, pressed his lips against hers, and tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Her lips released their pressure but as his tongue began to enter her she screamed with pleasure, directly into his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against hers to mute the scream and explored her mouth with his tongue. Little whimpers and gasps escaped from their tightly sealed lips, spurring him on to more experimentation. She was wonderfully responsive and if she happened to be a screamer? Well, he had an acre of land so the neighbors shouldn't be bothered too much.

  Blake finally broke off the kiss and leaned back up. Throughout the entire thing he kept pumping away at her cunt. Courtney was sopping wet now and that allowed him to both pick up speed and go as deeply as he wanted to. He kept slamming away at her, lost in a haze of lust and need.

  Courtney kept cumming on and off, over and over. Unlike women he had made love to before there was none of the 'I can't take any more, stop, please cum already'. Her response to each new orgasm was to thrust her hips upwards so he could pound her harder. After the last one she'd actually managed a few intelligible words:

  “Oh yes, use me. That's why I'm here, it's what I live for. If there is anything you want to do to me then just do it. If there's anything you want me to do to you, just tell me to do it. Command me as you will, use me as you will. I belong to you!”

  Blake had been thinking that this whole owning her thing was silly but when she talked about it while he was pounding away at her, he'd swear his cock grew larger. He certainly knew that it made him more intent, if that were actually possible, on pounding her as hard as he could.

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  Chapter 7 – Losing Control

  Courtney was between orgasms and chimed in again:

  “Oh Master, please use your slut. Call me your slut, let me know that you've claimed me as your slut and you'll make me hotter than ever. Maul my breasts, my lips, my mouth, do whatever you want to me to turn yourself on more.”

  Blake knew that Courtney was treading a dangerous line here, even if she didn't. His dark side wanted out badly. Years ago he discovered that pain and pleasure were really quite close and that he could easily use o
ne to enhance the other. He'd put a stop to his play in that area and tucked those desires away years ago. He'd thought that he might have gotten rid of them entirely but they were rising to the surface now.

  “Be careful slut, you don't know what you're asking for. I'd really love to plunge my cock deep into your ass, as far in as I can get it. Then while I pump away on your ass, I'd love to maul your breasts, stretch your nipples out as long as I can get them, and bruise your lips with my own. You don't really want me to let go, do you?”

  “Oh, that sounds wonderful. Let yourself go, do me like that. That's why a slut like me exists, so a master like you can indulge in them as he wishes.”

  Blake lost it. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and used his free hand to lift her ass off of the table. Deciding that one hand wasn't going to do it, he let go of her arms with a roughly barked:

  “Don't you dare move those arms from where I've been holding them!”

  With both hands free, he grabbed her ass cheeks, the feel of her deliciously tight ass cheeks in his hands only vaguely penetrated his raging lust. He roughly spread them apart, pulling her anal hole open slightly in the process. He leaned his cock in, centered it on the small opening in her ass, and thrust forward hard. A gasp of pleasure ripped from Courtney's throat as he continued to push. His dick was well lubricated from Courtney's juices and slid almost all the way in as he continued to push. Letting go of her ass, he grabbed her waist and started pumping away, trying to get the last little bit of his cock buried inside her asshole. When he felt the skin of his pubic area bumping into her ass cheeks, he let go of her waist to reach down and spread them wide once more. While he had them spread he thrust as hard as he could, getting his cock as deep in her ass as was physically possible. Courtney was orgasming again, the only sounds coming out of her mouth were tiny little mews of pleasure.