Tested by Her Web Master (Web Master #2) (17 page)

I gulped. “Please, Sir. Breed me, Sir. Make me your whore.”

He slapped the outside of my thigh. “Good girl.” Then he lifted my heels over his head and hooked my ankles around his shoulders.

His hand reached down and stroked my face, giving me his thumb to suck on. I lavished it with my attention—he’d trained me to respond to having something phallic-shaped in my mouth. The sensation of a full mouth excited me almost as much as a full pussy did, so I was grateful for that thumb.

He fucked me until my body shook with climax after climax, and at the end he tilted my hips toward the ceiling and emptied his cum into me. He’d worked up so much heat with the friction between us that it actually felt cool inside me, a contrast to the intense heat our bodies had generated.

Moments later, he lay next to me on the bed and pulled me close, tucking my head under his chin and covered us both. “You are a good girl, Sophie. Such a good girl.” There was a wistfulness in his tone that I didn’t understand. But I was happy to be with him like this. In fact, at that moment I felt closer to him than I ever had before.

“
I don’t deserve you,” he said, kissing my hair.

“
Don’t be silly. Of course you do. Why would you say that?” I asked, hoping to lighten the tone.

But he didn’t answer, and in a minute I heard the soft sound of him snoring.

I lightly stroked his arm and watched him sleep. Being with him for this major life event was such a privilege. I’d been meaning to talk with him about BA, but this wasn’t the time. This trip needed to be all about Quentin and his accomplishments. There was no way I was going to do anything to mess that up.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

It had been a while since Quentin had sent me a task. In the recent past we saw each other so often or did phone sessions that a written assignment or task from him was almost unheard of these days. So when I received this task from MC, and not BA, in my inbox a couple of days after I got home from California, I was overjoyed.

I’d missed this part of our relationship—Quentin tasking me. It made me feel like he was thinking about me when we were apart. I was on his mind when he designed the task. Then he must imagine me carrying out the task. I knew he was with me one hundred percent in spirit when I did his bidding, and the whole experience made me feel closer to him.

Sophie,

You've been a good girl and a very delicious plaything. I know it has not been easy submitting to another, but to show you that good, obedient girls get rewarded, here is a play session designed strictly for your pleasure.

You will need:

A plunger with your glass dildo taped to it

Two forks

Several ice cubes in a glass

Three or four self-standing candles

Matches

Wet cunt

This session will work best at night once it's dark. Prepare your plunger/cock combo with duct tape and then cover the tape with cling wrap to protect it in the water. Run yourself a nice HOT bath. Place the candles, matches, forks, and ice cubes along the side of the tub. Strip down and start playing with your sweet fuck hole while you watch in the mirror. I wish I were there to be able to watch you myself, but this time I’ll have to settle for hearing about your experience. Get yourself all nice and lathered with fuck juices. Now apply your fuck juice to your cheeks, forehead, face, lips and neck like makeup.

Light the candles and turn out the bathroom lights. Take your sweet scent into the tub and get ready to massage the inside of your core with the glass cock. The plunger head will be put against the end of the tub and as you slide in take that cock deep in your sweetness. Grind, squeeze, fuck and explore every inch of your roof, floor and walls. Take the forks in both hands and start to massage your face, neck, shoulders, breasts and nipples with whatever pressure you choose. As you get heated the sweat should start to collect on your face and your juices should come to life. Keep grinding that hole, building up to a sweet release.

As your temperature rises, take the ice cubes and run them over your breasts. Your nipples. Goosebumps will rise on you, and I want you to get that hole closer to orgasm. Work those nipples—pinch them, pull them, twist them, stretch them. Fuck that cock harder as my greedy girl aches to come and your body prepares for its final release. See how many times you can make that sweet cunt come. Task until you are a sweaty little mess.

Enjoy.

MC

It sounded like a super sexy session. But before I began I needed to clarify something.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for sending me this yummy task. I will do this tonight. You usually ask me to write about tasks after I do them but you didn't ask me to do so after this one...

Since I know better than to make assumptions, I thought I’d ask if you want me to recount this experience for you or if you just want me to enjoy and not worry about it.

Sophie

Sophie,

This is for you, baby girl, but a few comments never hurt. Feedback is always healthy.

Be a good girl and play nicely.

MC

I smiled as I read his note. MC was such a good Dom to me. He could be so harsh, yet so thoughtful.

My play that night had an intimate aspect to it. I hadn’t felt this close to Quentin long-distance in I wasn’t sure how long. As I ran my body through his carnal gauntlet, it felt almost as if he were touching me. The waves of heat that came off the water spoke of him. I imagined those frosty cubes were his icy fingers. The whole experience allowed me to soar to new heights—the sting of the forks mixed with the pleasures he prescribed sent me over the edge and made me long for more of my dominating Master.

CHAPTER THIRTY

A few days later I was chatting with BA, telling him about the trip to California.

BA: So, did you talk to MC about wanting more from him?

Sophie: No. It didn’t seem like the right time.

BA: I think if you are patient with him, things will continue to grow between you two.

Sophie: What makes you think that?

BA: The way he talks about you. I can tell he has deep feelings for you.

Sophie: But if that was true, don’t you think it’s weird that he would share me with you?

BA: Not necessarily. I know he’s very proud of what a good submissive you are. For him, it’s like showing you off.

Sophie: I guess. Do you mind if I ask you a question?

BA: No problem. Go ahead.

Sophie: Do you use that sort of dirty talk in your regular life, or is that MC’s influence?

BA: Lol. Good question. I do like it. I probably use it more with his influence, but I’ve always been a fan. It’s so raunchy and gritty and real. I like that about it. Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?

Sophie: No. It’s not that. I actually like it because, as MC explained to me when we first met, it strips you of your inhibitions. For me, it wipes away all the tapes in my head that tell me how a nice girl “should” behave, and allows me to simply accept my reactions for what they are.

I blushed as I typed it.

BA: You mean, when I use dirty talk, it’s okay for you to behave like a “slut,” to embrace your sexuality?

Sophie: Yes. If you call me a whore or a slut and I keep playing with you, then we’ve already established that’s who I am, so once we’ve established I’m like that, it’s okay for me to exhibit wanton behavior. Once that’s established, I have nothing to fear anymore. I’ve already been called a slut so there’s no worry that I will be shunned.

BA: Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot.

Sophie: I have.
(giggles)

BA: So you’ve found a way to embrace your inner bad girl.

Sophie: Yes. That’s a good way to put it.

BA: What were you like before? (If you don’t mind my asking.)

Sophie: No, I don’t mind. Well, for a lot of years I was married. Unhappily. To a man who cheated on me constantly.

BA: Bastard. What happened?

Sophie: I’d like to say I got sick of it, but he actually sent me a text saying he wanted a divorce.

BA: Ouch. Yeah, definitely a bastard.

Sophie: Yeah. He sucks. Afterward, I became interested in BDSM, started looking online for more information. I found MC, and I guess the rest is history. How exactly did you find MC?

BA: Online. Same as you. He belongs to a mentor group on one of the sites. I liked how he thinks outside the box. While he cares about safety and all that, he doesn’t stay inside the status quo too much. That appeals to me.

Sophie: So you’re a rule breaker, too? Lol.

BA: Maybe. I also respected the way he liked to use objects around the house, and I believed in his take on the language, too.

Sophie: Do you think he’s ever had subs who wouldn’t let him use that language?

BA: Lol. I don’t know, but I can’t picture that. I’ve never seen one of his scripts without a helluva lot of “fuck that nasty cunt”s in them.

Sophie: ROFL. I know. I can’t picture it either. So what about you? What were you doing before this, relationship-wise?

As soon as I typed it and pressed “enter” I paused, wondering if I really wanted to get this personal. Too late now.

BA: I’d been in a crappy relationship, too. My ex pulled a good one on me. She left me for a woman.

Sophie: No way! Did she really? Is she a lesbian?

BA: I guess so. Or bisexual. Who knows? It didn’t do much for my self-confidence, I can tell you that.

Sophie: Wow. That’s harsh. Had she just been in the closet?

BA: I think she likes both men and women. For a while we tried to bring other women into the bedroom.

Suddenly I was sweating. I wasn’t sure if I found that hot or just exceedingly uncomfortable. Both, I decided. This man grew more fascinating all the time.

Sophie: How was that?

BA: I think she liked it. She liked watching me fuck other women. But in the end it just helped her realize how much she loved pussy.

I let his words sink in for a moment. Wow. This was a much wilder scene than I was used to. No wonder he was now branching out into the world of Domination and submission. He didn’t seem shy about exploring sexuality. Not like I’d been for most of my life. I wondered if that was because he was a man or just because of who he was.

Sophie: You’ve kinda left me speechless.

BA: Sorry.

Sophie: No, I’m the one who’s sorry. My background is a little sheltered that’s all. I think that’s great you’re so good at exploring.

That sounded lame. I wished I could delete that last sentence. I sounded like a complete nerd.

BA: I’m the one who thinks you’re great. Without your help I wouldn’t be learning what I’m learning. Thanks Sophie.

My cheeks warmed again.

BA: Hey, thanks for the talk. Now when I call you a fuckslut I won’t feel bad because I know you like it.

Sophie: Lol. I’m not sure I’d go that far.

BA: You know what I mean. Thanks again for your willingness to assist me as I learn the ways of being a Dom. I understand that you belong to another, so I appreciate your gift of submission to him that you are willing to let him share you with me.

I flushed and my nipples grew hard thinking about it. When he put it like that, I felt so objectified. Like I was Quentin’s prized possession that he only loaned out to the most worthy of friends. Respected and revered. It made me hot, and my hand drifted down between my legs.

Sophie: No problem. Thank you for the chat, too. Good night.

BA: Good night.

I smiled to myself as I closed the computer. BA was actually funny. How awful for him to lose his wife like that, and it sounded like he’d really done a lot of “out of the box” things to keep her happy. But no one knew better than me that some marriages just weren’t meant to be.

Now he was branching out and getting in touch with his dominant side. I was glad to be able to help.