Tex (Burnout) (34 page)

"And who is your Master, pet?"

"You, Sir."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Master. Pet wasn't ready to serve before. She's ready now."

He spotted a piece of paper on the coffee table that he knew he hadn't left there. He strode to it and picked it up. It was a standard TPE contract. She'd already signed it.

"What is this, pet?"

"Pet's contract. Pet signed. Pet serves."

"Pet, this is a no-limit, Total Power Exchange contract. For life or until I release you."

"Yes, Master."

"Where did you get it?"

"Pet downloaded it off the internet."

Ah. Well, at least she hadn't sought another Dom.

"And this is where you learned the slave position?" he asked her.

"Yes, Master. Pet knows 5 positions."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Present yourself to me for inspection,” he commanded.

Abby placed her hands on the floor in front of her and laid her forehead between them, ass in the air. He walked around her, coming up behind her and stopped. His heart thudded in his chest. On Abby's left hip, right at the top of her ass cheek was a scrolling black tattoo.

TEX.

So many different emotions ran through him all at once he couldn't even identify them all. His cock only felt one thing, though. Raging lust. He took a silent, steadying breath.

"Pet, what is that on your ass?"

"Pet's mark of ownership."

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Pet wanted to please her Master."

"You chose a permanent mark instead of a piercing?" he asked in wonderment.

"Pet thought perhaps Master wanted to pierce her himself."

Holy fuck, Tex thought, reeling.

"And you would let me do that?"

"Pet's body belongs to her Master."

Tex couldn't pierce her if he wanted to. He lacked the technical knowledge, but he was stunned she'd taken it this far. He drew his gaze away from the tattoo and a glint of silver caught his eye. "That's not one of plugs I gave you." He knew they were all present an accounted for in his drawer these last few weeks and though she'd broken in and retrieved the collar and cuffs tonight, that still wasn't his plug. The shape was different.

"Pet bought it," she replied.

Tex bent down and felt the smooth round base. "What size is it?" he asked.

"Three and a half inches in circumference, Sir."

Roughly the same as the largest one he'd ever used on her. He knew from experience that his own plug that size was painful for her during insertion.

"Pet did it the way Master likes," she added.

"The way I like," he repeated.

"Pet gives herself an enema at night. Then bathtime. Then the plug."

Tex rubbed his hand over his face. "Pet, you hate enemas."

Abby wiggled a little on the floor. "Pet doesn't mind them so much now. Except...she prefers that you do it."

Tex clenched his fists and fought the urge to yank out the plug and fuck her asshole right there on the living room floor. "Why do you prefer I do it?"

"Because Master touches pet all over and makes her feel safe. Pet doesn't like the enema, but Pet likes that. And Master is careful with lube and with the cramping. He... doesn't want to hurt pet. He just wants a clean pet."

The corner of his mouth twitched a little. He could hear the question that wasn't really a question. "Pet, where did you learn to give yourself an enema?"

"Pet's enemas aren't like yours. She sits on a bag. It doesn't go in as far. But pet learned by watching videos on the internet."

"And you came across punishment enemas," he finished for her.

She hesitated. "Yes, Master," she said quietly.

"I would never do that to you, pet." A tiny little sigh of relief passed her lips. "I do use the enemas to clean you. But I also love giving them to you. With other subs it was merely for hygienic purposes. But with you, I love seeing you filled up, by me. I know it scared you and hurt you the times we did them, but I didn't think you'd accept the erotic aspects of receiving one during your training, so I didn't try to confuse you."

"Erotic?" she asked.

"Yes, pet. Very. If you can relax enough. In fact, we're going to do it right now." He picked up the pen she'd apparently left on the table, signed the contract, and set the pen back down with a loud clatter. "Crawl to the bathroom, pet."

"Yes, Master."

Tex walked behind her, enjoying the view of her beautiful ass, now displaying his name proudly. Once inside, she positioned herself to kneel in front of the floor bolt, putting her hands down in front of it.

"No restraints, pet. You're doing this for pleasure, remember?"

"Yes, Master."

Tex turned on the tap to its hottest setting, letting it run a bit. He washed his hands and when the water was as hot as it would get, he pulled the stopper on the sink, filling it up. He opened the cabinet and took out his supplies. When the sink was full, he shut off the tap and put the unopened bottle of water in it to warm up while he set out the bag, the hose, and the smaller nozzle rather than the inflatable one. He took down the small container of sea salt and the spoon and set them aside. He attached the hose to the bottom of the bag. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out the small tube of lube and slid it into his pocket.

Once the bottle had heated up nicely, he broke the seal on the top, carefully poured in a teaspoon of the sea salt, and shook it to dissolve. He poured the entire quart of water into the 4 quart black bag and ran the hook through the top. He hung it up on the small, discreet hook near the top of the mirror to free up his hands and then held the nozzle down over the sink, releasing the clamp to expel the excess air from the tube. When only warm salt water was flowing, he clamped off the hose again.

He picked up the bottle of lotion on the counter and crossed the room to hang the bag on the towel bar above Abby's head. Then he ran the length of tube down the wall and along the floor beside her. He knelt down beside her, placed the lotion bottle on the floor, and massaged her ass with both hands. He couldn't resist the urge to pass his thumb over the tattoo.

"I love this," he admitted to her in a low voice. In truth he more than loved it. It sent hot licks of desire coursing through him just to look at it. To own a woman this beautiful? It was almost too much to hope for.

Abby sighed in pleasure at his touch. He parted her cheeks, took hold of her plug, and gently tugged. "Push out, pet." She squeezed at the same time he pulled and it slowly worked itself out. Abby moaned, but he noticed that she wasn't quite as tense as she had been with him before. She must be getting used to the plug.

He finally had it out and set it aside, pulling out the tube of lubricant from his pocket and squirted some into his fingers. He parted her cheeks with his hand and rubbed one lubed finger over her hole. It went in easily and she wiggled her hips in response.

"Like that, pet?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Spread your legs a little more. Open up for me."

She moved her knees apart on the floor giving him a view of her most intimate parts. He slid his other hand down and rubbed her freshly shaved pussy.

"Getting wet down there?"

"Yes, Master."

"Reach down and hold your pussy open with one hand so I can see," he demanded.

She balanced a little to the right and spread her labia with her left hand, opening it for him. It glistened for him and he smiled appreciatively.

"Mmmm. Beautiful. Prettiest cunt I've ever seen. Do you feel pretty, pet, displaying yourself for me?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed.

He worked another finger into her asshole and watched her pussy contract pleasingly. God damn. She was going to look so fucking gorgeous when he finally fisted that tight twat of hers. He had a feeling that once he did, she was going to come so hard she might snap his wrist. He almost chuckled thinking it would be well worth it.

All things in time, though.

"Okay, pet, you can put your hand back on the floor now."

He picked up the hose and squeezed more lube on it, rubbing it all over the hard plastic with his finger. Then he pressed one finger to Abby's asshole again, giving a small push until it gave way. He inserted a second finger and fed the well-lubed nozzle between them, slowly inserting it.

Abby didn't have much to say about it, but then again she wouldn't after having a three and a half inch plug inside her just minutes ago. The nozzle was considerably smaller than that. He wanted her to have as little discomfort as possible and since the end goal wasn't anal sex, he didn't need to keep her hole stretched open enough for him to use later.

She contracted down on the nozzle nicely and he rubbed her cheeks, soothing her. Then he release the clamp just enough to get a small flow. Abby made a small noise as the water started flowing. He let go of the nozzle and slowly began rubbing her all over. Her ass, her thighs, her pussy.

"It's just a small one tonight, pet. It won't be too hard," he assured her. "You'll tell me if there's cramping."

"Yes, Master," she whispered

Tex didn't much care for being called Master. And for damn sure didn't like her referring to herself in the third person as if she'd obliterated her own identity in order to serve him. In fact, he was very surprised that such a confident, independent woman would agree to go that far. Abby had maintained their relationship out of the idea that what they were doing was, usually, pleasurable for both of them, or pleasurable enough for her most of the time. Enough so that the unpleasant things like punishments and anal sex were worth the trade off in her opinion. She must have realized, through her research, that a Master/slave relationship meant that her pleasure was no longer important and subject only to the whim and generosity of the one she served.

He knew some Masters from the club who believed in service so much that they never let their slaves orgasm and punished them harshly if they did. Things like cunnilingus and kissing were abhorrent to them as they believed it was the slave's duty to serve the Master and never, ever the other way around.

Had Abby read about that? About the fact that at any time he could stop seeing to her desires as he saw fit? It humbled him to think she'd be willing to sacrifice her own happiness please him. Not that he would
ever
let that happen. But she had to have known it was a risk and she'd accepted it anyway.

Slavery wasn't legal, of course, and he couldn't force her to remain with him. The contract didn't mean anything other than an understanding on the part of both parties what their relationship would entail. Some contracts went on for pages and pages filled with detailed rules and expected behavior for the slave. Abby's hadn't had any. She hadn't known what his rules would be but she'd signed anyway. He couldn't legally force her to stay, but she was choosing to be here and try anyway.

She whimpered a bit. "Master? It hurts a little."

He nodded to himself and stopped the flow with a click of the clamp. He slid his hand from her back to her belly and rubbed gently. When he felt her relax he asked, "All better pet?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Ready for more?"

"Yes, Master."

He released the clamp, a little bit more this time and then rubbed her breasts, squeezing and tugging a little on her nipples. She panted a little.

Tex picked up the hand lotion and, moved to her side, kneeling down again, he poured some into his hand. It wasn't the lotion he'd bought for her. It was just basic non-scented stuff he used to keep his hands from becoming too calloused. He began massaging it into her skin, starting with her shoulders.

"Filling up nicely, pet?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she replied as she leaned into his touch.

He worked his way down her back, kneading and pressing gently. When the lotion had been rubbed into her skin, he went back for more and started on her breasts. He slowly brushed his hands down to her belly.

"Nice little round tummy. I love to see you filling up for me. Any pain, pet?"

"No, Master."

"Good. Good girl. You're doing so well."

The lotion had been rubbed into her underside and had left his own hands nice and smooth. He pressed his hand to her pussy, running his fingers through her slick folds. She sighed as he inserted a finger into her hungry hole. She instinctively started rocking back and forth on it then gasped, halting.

He smiled. "You can feel all that warm water moving around when you do that, can't you?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed, astonished.

"What did it feel like, pet?"

She pursed her lips. "I- pet was surprised."

"Did it feel nice?"

"Pet doesn't know."

"Try again."

Abby leaned back slowly, testing things out. She slowly moved her hips forward and back, taking his finger further and further into her. She stopped. "Pet feels full," she told him, and edge of concern to her voice. "Like she might...."