MASTERED: (The Novel) (11 page)

Missy knew her destiny was sealed
when she labored to moan out a muffled, “Hank
ou
,
Hir
.”

Whore!

Chapter 30

While the sensation of her
tremulous breath warming his scrotum was quite enjoyable, the view was equally
so. Missy's auburn locks were firmly within his grasp. Her forehead pressed
snugly against the base of his unyielding cock. James afforded her very little
wiggle room.

Her lips and nose were quite
literally buried in his balls. He was delighted when he detected them pressing
imperceptibly deeper still. “That's it, my lovely. You know exactly where you
belong, don't you?

He wasn't quite finished, “You
may suckle as you wish.” And then, he waited. He waited for the expected denial
of, and rebellion to, his taboo utterances.

Societal expectations are deeply
ingrained from an early age. James knew that it was only a matter of her
grasping the meaning of his forbidden words before she predictably revolted. He
heard her grunt of shocked comprehension as she attempted to jerk her head
away. He disallowed it, holding firm.

“Easy
now, little one.
Your Master is the only judge you need
concern yourself with. You have my permission to freely be who you are and what
you've always been; a magnificently submissive woman!”

“In fact, I insist upon it, and I
suggest you not test my patience further.”

Hearing his words, all remaining
doubt fell away. The pressure of his hand entangled firmly in her hair felt
oddly comforting. Trusting utterly, her ragged breathing adapted to the
restrictions presented. Audibly, it slowed and strengthened.

Inhaling through her nostrils,
she recognized his primal scent in the depths of her soul. A moment more and
her lips were burrowing hungrily into his balls; lost in the freedom granted
her at this singular man's feet. She was appalled when it dawned on her that
the guttural slurping and lapping sounds she heard in the distance were, in
fact, coming from deep within her own throat.

 
Missy
functioned on instinct alone. The insistent guidance of his hand augmented her
need to please him
and
her
mortification. Patiently, James instructed, encouraged, and rewarded. “That's
it little one, enjoy yourself, but never forget your place or your priorities.
I shan't be pleased if you neglect the underside.”

Heeding his constructive counsel,
Missy lewdly mouthed and tongued each
teste
greedily.
She used her nose to respectfully lift one in order to better access the
underside of the other. Her tongue was wet and wanting as it stretched to delve
into crevices never previously navigated. Moaning, she tasted of the forbidden
fruit, and hungered for more.

Whore!

Unawares, her hips ground
urgently against the richly-upholstered sofa. Her distended clit was pursuing
its own relief with animalistic abandon.
Thus far
unsuccessfully.
Her predicament changed dramatically when James kindly
slid one leg between her sopping thighs. At long last, her brazen pussy found
purchase. Shamelessly, Missy bucked at his leg. Her primal scream was muffled
against his scrotum as her mind and body exploded in orgasm.

James held her immobile. It was
some time before the tremors and twitching began to subside. Her still
spasming
pussy soaked through the material of his perfectly
creased pant leg. Her wheezing breath warmed his balls as she did her best to
swallow the entire sac with her greedy mouth. Sadly, the panting orifice could
accommodate only one heavy, succulent ball at a time. The other was relegated
to rest stickily against her chin.

It would not to be forsaken…

Chapter 31

Christ, I'm only human!
James was fast approaching the point of
no return.
 
The urgency he was
experiencing left him with a difficult, and immediate, choice. At that moment,
it was difficult to imagine he'd gone nearly three years without
sex.
Without wanting sex!

With Herculean self-discipline,
he groaned, reluctantly pulling Missy's face from the depths beneath his balls.
She slid weakly down his leg into a crumpled heap on the cold, tiled floor.
Allowing her little time to recover, James repositioned himself on the edge on
the sofa. With the aid of her disheveled hair, he drew her swollen lips to the
head of his now-impatient, thickly-veined cock.

He relished the alarm that
crosses her face, even as her lips parted. She mistakenly assumed that a nice,
tidy, vanilla blow job was expected of her. James smiled inwardly as he watched
her squeeze her eyes shut in distaste.

“Open your eyes, little one. I
have a surprise for you.” She self-consciously opened dazed eyes to peer
unveiled into his. He swore he could see to the very core of her perfectly
submissive soul.

Smiling with pride, he proceeded
to crudely wipe thick, oozing pre-cum into her nostrils and across her lips.
James told her how absolutely stunning she looked. With strong fingers gently
gripping her jaw, he drew her dumbfounded countenance up to his and kissed her
deeply.
Passionately.
Perfectly.

Peeling
his lips from hers, James requested that she return to the change room to slip
into the white corset. Displaying the patience of Job, he reiterated the simple
request. Shortly, Missy returned sufficiently to her senses to obey. Judging
from the heave of her chest, he predicted that the corset was going to prove a
challenge of orgasmic proportion.

For me, at least
!
Chuckling at his clever penchant for
word play, he addressed Missy's retreating back. “I'll be there presently to
tie you up, pet.” Standing to stretch his long legs, James took a moment to
explore his options and the possible ripple effect of each. The 'decision' he had
left with her was clearly decided in his favor. Rather,
their
favor.

True, actual words hadn't been
spoken. Yet, her reply was evidenced by her humping and grinding on his leg
like a perfectly shameless bitch in heat. Not to mention her face being
contentedly buried somewhere between his ball sac and asshole.

His stiff cock jerked at the
pleasant memories. It jutted free and undeterred from the zipper of his
trousers. They were stained with the viscous evidence of Missy's desire. Slimy
threads of pre-cum which leaked continuously from his still-raging dick added
to the sticky mess.

James made up his mind as to the
necessary course of action. With the issue confidently resolved, seven strides
carried him to the changing room door. He flung it open without courtesy of
knocking. In his world, 'courtesy' meant something completely different.

Missy was a sight for sore,
Dominant eyes. Upon his unheralded arrival, she twirled around bare-footed in
the confined space, her lips a perfect 'O' of surprise. She had just pulled the
lace corset up over the sexy ruffles of the sheer panties. Now, she was
clutching it tightly against her bosom with both hands.

Unbeknownst to her, this
instinctive response only served to force the luscious mounds upwards and
outwards – even without the corset being bound. Leaning against the narrow door
frame, James reached out to casually scoop one quivering beauty free from the
confines of the bodice. After several moments of leering approval, he scooped
the second out to join the first.

Burying his face in the
over-exaggerated cleavage, James inhaled deeply, tonguing each globe vulgarly.
He very much enjoyed her accompanying yelps of alarm. Her lovely
titties
trembled and quaked as her breath practically
hissed from between swollen lips. She remained perfectly in place. In fact,
Missy went so far as to squeeze her shoulder blades together, offering easier
access yet!

“Such a
good whore!”
He commended her for the posture correction, noting
that she all but swooned from the few words of praise. “Now, eyes down, little
one.” Leaning back, he observed her bulbous, bullet-hard nipples. The left was
still more turgid than the right; the fetching
result
of his devoted
attention the
previous evening.

He also noticed a charming
selection of tiny bruises surrounding and encompassing the areola. James
grinned wolfishly and reached out with both hands. Ever-so-softly, he caressed
both distended nipples simultaneously. The result was a melodious selection of
unbidden moans and squeals.

Continuing to stroke both nipples
proprietorially, he inquired, “Where is the chain I gifted you with, girl? Why
is it not around your neck where it belongs?” Words tripped over
themselves
in her desire to have him understand. She’d
dearly wanted to wear it. Unfortunately, it went against store policy.

The acceptable explanation
quickly devolved into unintelligible moans of confused desire. His fingers mauled
her hyper-sensitive nipples relentlessly.
“Squat down, whore,
knees wide.
I wish to enjoy the sight of your cunt leaking into those
expensive panties. Clasp your hands behind your head, as well. We wouldn't want
them getting in the way.”

Awkwardly, determinedly, Missy
maneuvered herself into the requisite position. Properly arranged at last,
there was very little wiggle room. James appreciated that, from Missy's vantage
point; there was but one object within her field of vision.

That object was his raging,
dripping cock.

Chapter 32

A week ago, Missy wouldn't have
dreamed that today -she'd be squatting in a change room with her legs spread
whorishly wide and her hands clasped obediently behind her head.

Further, had anyone dared to
insinuate the possibility, she'd have known them to be stark raving mad. Disregarding
their assertion as utterly phantasmagorical, she’d make a wide, cautious circle
around the crazy person. Suggestions of such extreme and unrefined carnality
went far
beyond the 'acceptable'
bounds of respectability.

Acceptable
to whom, exactly?

The rebellious query popped into
her head from seemingly nowhere, taking Missy by surprise. A lifetime of
societal indoctrination was suddenly little more than a load of hooey! Far more
pressing was the problem of how to lean forward without losing her balance. Only
an inch or two was required. Just enough to inhale his scent and respectfully
nuzzle at the head of his oozing cock!

Whore!

“Go ahead and suck, pet. You've
earned it. I can
feel
how badly
you want it.” She literally reeled at the words; James's 20/20 insight into her
most shameful desires quite literally floored her. Without thinking, she
removed her hands from behind her head in a feeble attempt to steady herself.

Immediately, she knew it was a
mistake. “I am in no mood for more of your insolence, girl! Get those hands
back behind your head!” And with that, he pushed her back against the dressing
room wall. It was such close quarters that she remained squatting. In short
order, his sticky cock nudged impatiently at her lips. They were forced to
stretch obscenely wide in order to accommodate the uncompromising breach.

Literally pinned to the wall by
his throbbing hard-on, Missy was powerless to do anything other than gurgle.
Unable to swallow, his ever-thickening cock explored the furthest limits of her
gag reflex. Slimy threads of saliva escaped her lips to dribble unchecked onto
the elegant corset, mortifying her further.

While she had certainly given the
odd 'vanilla' blow job in her earlier days, she was far from an expert. Missy
understood that this was not your garden variety fellatio. She was
giving
nothing. James was taking as he saw fit. The whole while, her pussy excreted its
blatant need down her spread thighs as if the ruffled panties didn't exist.

Whore!

“Take it all, there's a good
girl.” She heard his deep, irresistible voice cooing as though she had some
choice in the matter. He urged her on, ramming his cock further down her throat
than she imagined possible. “Mind those teeth, girl. Show the proper respect!”

With her head all but bouncing
off the wall, she focused solely on the task at hand. She endured the awkward
position long past the time her thigh and calf muscles began to complain. Her
hands remained clasped obediently behind her head, relying mostly on his cock
for stability. Not one iota of consideration was given to the snot and mascara
running freely down her face. Missy began to wonder if and when she might be
allowed to draw breath.

His next words inflamed her
imagination - as well as her nipples. Amazed, she actually felt them thicken
and lengthen, as if begging for attention.
Specifically,
his
attention.
“Master has a reward for you, little one. Be sure to prove
yourself worthy of such and swallow every drop.”

 
There was no further warning. Unceremoniously,
his cock became an iron piston in her over-stuffed mouth. James grunted through
the entirety of his powerful and long-overdue release.