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  I was your slave, so I leaned down, and I started to kiss your chest. I moved my lips slowly up toward your neck. Then I licked just behind your ear lobe.

  You chuckled. "Come on, Becca. You can do better than that."

  My face turned a bright shade of fiery pink. Then I pulled back, and I looked down at your eyes. I lowered my mouth against yours, and I started to kiss you. But right away, you grabbed me, putting your hand on the back of my head. You made this a rough kiss, and you explored my lips, teeth, and tongue with your own.

  When you released me, I stumbled back, my face still flushed. Worse, I tried to say something, but I couldn't.

  "Show me what you can do with those breasts of yours," you told me.

  Nostrils flaring again, I wanted to shake my head. In fact, I wanted to run out of the room, but I couldn't help but be caught again. Bigger and stronger than me, you were faster too. At least this way, you didn't insist on handcuffing me to the bed. If you decided to restrain me, if you decided that I couldn't handle this degree of freedom, then I was going to be in so much worse trouble.

  Forcing myself to calm down, I braced my knuckles against the mattress, and I started to rub my breasts against your cock. "Yes, just like that, Becca. You're a good girl. You're a very, very good girl when you have me close by to tell you what to do," you told me.

  I grimaced again, opening my mouth to argue with you, but I didn't see any point.

  "Yes, just like that," you said as I moved my breasts from side to side, rubbing them slowly along your shaft. I could feel the moisture of your pre-come spread along the contours of my chest, but I tried to ignore that wet, warm stickiness.

  "Keep going," you said. "Show me what you can do."

  Doing my best not to grimace again, I bobbed my head down and up. "Yes, sir."

  Those two, small words nearly burned my mind, but I forced them out now.

  You opened your eyes, and looked at me. You savored the look of hostility etched in my face. "This would be a punishment if you liked it too much," I said. "I don't like it at all," I told you, lying to the best of my abilities.

  My best wasn't good enough.

  "Yes, you do. You love this. You love the attention. Maybe that's why you insisted on being such a bad girl tonight. Maybe you were hoping for something like this."

  "I wasn't," I said.

  Chuckling, you shook your head. “You know, I think I'm getting tired of this argument. Let's use your mouth for something more constructive.”Of course, my eyes blazed when you reached down, sliding your fingers through my hair. Then you grabbed onto my scalp, and forced my head down toward your cock.

  Swallowing back my indignation, I could only open my mouth as you pushed me down even more. I wrapped my lips around your member, and you encouraged me, "go ahead, Becca. Show me what you can do. Show me what you've got."

  No, I didn't want to do it, or at least that's what I told myself. Nonetheless, I started to slide my head forward and back, taking the fullness of your cock into my mouth again.

  As I worked diligently, sucking like your eager little slave, I had to wonder if you planned on giving me an orgasm. Ultimately, I wasn't going to be able to influence your decision one way or the other.

  "You want me to come in your mouth? Is that what you want?"

  I whimpered, doing my best to shake my head, but you kept guiding me, pumping my mouth on your shaft.

  "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, then you're going to have to beg for something else."

  All of a sudden, you pulled your hands away, yet I kept going for a few more seconds, feeling like this had to be some kind of trap. But then my desires got the better of me, and I pulled my mouth away from your member.

  Looking up to you, my eyes large with need, I said, "I really want you to use me. I really want you to take me."

  "This is the romance novel, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want."

  "I want you to fuck me," I said, unaccustomed to the vulgar language. But this was the only way I could possibly get what I craved.

  "Get up on your hands and knees," you said.

  This time, I complied instantly. I got back up into position. At the moment, I faced the edge of the bed, and I wondered what you had planned. Maybe you would just spank me. Maybe you would slide your hand back down between my legs and get me even hotter.

  Ultimately, I couldn’t influence your decision one way or the other. Closing my eyes, I bowed my head down, and I felt so dirty with my face pressed into the mattress. Sure, the linens were clean enough, yet I hated the way you could have me subjugated so totally.

  "What am I going to do with you?" You slid your fingertips along my naked ass. Shivers ran through my body, ones I had no hope of controlling.

  You took my panties and tugged them down around my knees. They hobbled me, making it harder to move. If I tried to run, I would be forced to take tiny steps.

  Then you put your hands on my hips, and you pulled yourself forward, sliding your cock into me.

  The fullness of your member filled me up, summoning another gasp from the base of my throat. Locking my teeth together, I tried to stay coherent. You pushed forward and pulled back, withdrawing almost completely. But just when I thought you might be done with me, that this whole thing had been some kind of taunt for you, you shoved forward again, burying your shaft deep within me.

  Despite everything I wanted to believe about myself, my pussy was warm and welcoming for you. You slid in easily, filling me up and making me moan.

  "Very nice," you said to me. "You see, this is how things are supposed to go. You put on your slave panties, and you do everything I say. You won't be allowed to behave badly. If you try, you're going to end up just like this again and again. You don't want that, do you?"

  "No, no sir!" I panted.

  "Louder," you said to me. You brought your hand down against my ass, smacking me hard. A mixture of pain and pleasure lanced through me, making me moan again.

  "I, I belong to you! I'm yours. I’m your slave now!"

  "That's right. You are my property. You are my chattel, and you're going to stay that way until I let you take those panties off."

  "Yes, yes sir!" The words just tumbled from my lips. I didn't even think about what I was saying or promising. The only thing that mattered was the friction between us, the slow grind of your cock in and out of my body. Eager, I craved more.

  "This is where you belong. This is going to make sure that you don't disobey me."

  "Yes, yes sir!" I couldn't help but agree. No matter what you wanted, I would give it to you. One flimsy piece of fabric shouldn't have made such a difference, but it did. While I had on those panties, I didn't like your precocious girl friend. No, I became something else.

  You pumped me harder and faster, making me come.

  A few seconds more and you joined me in that ecstasy of an orgasm, pummeling me with everything you had. Every ripple of pleasure came from you. You pushed me forward and pulled back, again and again, striking a perfect rhythm as you blew your load.

  Finally, you pulled back all the way, and your cock was slick with your come and my juices.

  "One last punishment," you said, reaching down and caressing my back.

  Ultrasensitive, I shuddered at your gentle touch. You barely caressed me, and that was worse than getting my ass smacked during sex.

  I moaned again, this time from the sheer intensity of the sensations rocketing through me. I tried to crawl away, but then you reached down, fisting your hand in my hair, you guide me back up onto my hands and knees.

  You kneeled in front of me, putting your cock on my level.

  "Show me what you can do with your mouth again," you commanded.

  "Do I have to?" As I asked, I stared at your member. You were still hard despite the orgasm, but your cock was also slick with our juices. Swallowing, I didn't want that indignity. I'd already gone down on you. Why did I have to do it again?

  You answered my unspoken quest
ion. "Becca, you do have to do it. And you have to do it because I still own you."

  That's right. I still have the panties on. Swallowing, I gulped down my trepidation. Exhausted after that kind of mind blowing sex, I opened my mouth, and I took your cock between my lips again. I swirled my tongue all over your shaft. Everything seemed so salty and sticky, so I tried not to think about what I was doing.

  You made that much more difficult. "Good girl. Yes, you like doing that for your owner, this is where my little slave belongs, on her knees, doing and she’s told. This way, you won't get in trouble. You're going to have me to take care of you and tell you how to behave. You like that idea, don't you? Yes, I know you do."

  I hated how you asked a question, only to answer it yourself. Then again, my mouth was otherwise occupied.

  I flicked my tongue up and down the length of your shaft, doing everything I could to make you feel good. But soon, I had cleaned off your cock, so you nudged me back down onto my back.

  "Are you a tired little slave?"

  "Yes, sir," I said, unable to do something as simple as keep my eyes open.

  "Come here," you said to me, getting down on the bed yourself. When I snuggled up against you, you put your arms around me, and at the same time, you reached down and pulled the panties back in the place.

  That night, we slept together, and it felt so good. You had your arms around me, holding me tight. You made me feel small and helpless, trapped in the best possible way.

  And in the morning, you made me service you. In the morning, we had sex, and I begged like a good girl, so you allowed me to take off my slave panties.

  You took the panties, and you put them back into that empty drawer. But as the days turned into weeks, I started to hope that we were done. I definitely remembered to text you each and every time I had to be late.

  Of course, there were other infractions I could still incur.

  A couple of weeks later, you went to work, and you asked me if I could take care of the dishes while you were gone. I had the day off, and I smiled, telling you sure, I could do it. So I spent the day playing on my computer, watching TV, and reading.

  When I heard the door unlock, it clicked.

  I forgot all about the dishes!

  Panic blasted through me, and I got up onto my feet. You opened the door, you came in, and you set your wallet and keys down by the front door.

  "Hey there," you said, happy to see me.

  "Hi!" I replied, maybe just a little bit too chipper. Scrambling for some kind of solution, I thought I hit something. “Hi…” I said again, letting my voice drop to a sultry note. Then I came up to you, and I dropped down onto my knees. I leaned down, and I touched your shoes, moving my face along your pants.

  "What's gotten into you?"

  "I was hoping that maybe we could go to the bedroom?"

  "And why are you such an eager girl?"

  "I see you, and you're so handsome, and I just get wet thinking about all the things we could do together," I told you. Most of that was true. The one part I didn't add was that if you were in the bedroom, taking me, then you wouldn't be in the kitchen, realizing just how little I had done today.

  After all, I had the day off. I really should have been able to do the dishes, but I got distracted! Somehow, I could already tell that this excuse wasn't going to work with you.

  "Is that what you want? Do you want me to strip you naked and play with your little body?"

  For a moment, I grimaced, despite the fact that you were teasing me already. But I inhaled, reminding myself why I was doing this. I smiled up at you, showing off my teeth. My eyes must've glittered with amusement, yet there was something else there as well.

  Nervousness.

  "I get the impression you're trying to be a bad girl?"

  "I'm not," I replied, probably a little bit too prickly. "I just want to give you everything you deserve. You've always been such a good boyfriend, so I want to show you just how grateful I really am."

  One, two, three, four, five heartbeats jumped in my chest before you finally offered me a quick nod. "Okay. Go to the bedroom. Get naked right now."

  I obeyed, hopping onto my feet and scampering back toward the bedroom.

  A few paces in, I hesitated, slowing down. Part of me hoped you would chase after me immediately. You didn't.

  Refusing to look back because that would make me seem guilty, I went into the bedroom. I jumped onto the bed, and I stripped off my T-shirt, my jeans, my socks and my panties. All of a sudden, I was naked, so I grabbed one of the sheets and pulled it over my body.

  I could only hope that you remained in the living room, probably giving me time to think about what was about to happen. And if my plan worked, we were going to have some incredible sex. I could tell you were horny. After a long day at work, you wanted to take me, to show me exactly who was in charge in this household.

  The thought made my pussy moisten.

  Waiting, I counted out the seconds. Honestly, I needed something to distract myself.

  Then you came into the bedroom, and you held a cup of water. I didn't understand what that meant, not until your eyes leveled upon me, and I could see the stern disappointment glowing along your features.

  "Becca, did I give you an assignment before I went to work today?"

  My stomach dropped.

  "Yes," I said in a small voice.

  "What was that?"

  "You told me to do the dishes."

  "That's right. I told you to do the dishes. And did you do them?"

  My mouth felt dry, but I forced my vocal chords to work anyway. "No, I'm really sorry, but I forgot.”

  Climbing onto the bed, you towered over me. You straddled me, and then you stroked my cheek with the back of your hand. A shiver of desire and need echoed through me. I licked my lips again, wondering what I can do for you.

  "Please, I'm really sorry. I won't make that mistake again."

  "You won't? Really?"

  I answered with a quick shake of my head, going from left to right. "No! I promise, when you ask me to do something, I'll do it!"

  "Really? Because this conversation sounds very familiar. Last week, when you were off, and I asked you to vacuum the living room floor, did you do it?"

  My insides turned cold, but I forced myself to answer. Silence obviously wasn't going to help my cause. "No, I forgot." I spoke, but my voice didn’t come out as strong as I'd hoped.

  "And the week before that, when you told me you were going to clean the sink, did you do it?"

  "I forgot again," I said. "Look, I'll do better! I really will."

  "Here's the thing. You keep telling me that you're going to remember your chores, and I know your memory works just fine because you have no problem remembering to play your games or to read your books. So maybe we just need the right incentive to recall all of your chores. Is that it, Becca? Do I need to give you a different kind of incentive?"

  "No, I don't think so," I said with another quick jerk of my head from side to side.

  "Too bad. I think you do.” With an evil grin on your face, you clambered off of the bed.

  I watched you move. For a moment, I thought about chasing after you, but I had stripped down to nothing. Completely bare, I pressed my lips together, and did my best not to appear nervous. In all likelihood, I failed miserably.

  "Where are you going?" I asked.

  This time, you chose not to respond, which only heightened my anxiety. Then again, that must've been the point. Although I wasn't restrained in any way, I felt trapped on the bed, like I wasn't allowed to move from my spot.

  "Come here," you commanded a few seconds later. You stood in front of one of the dressers. You pointed down to a drawer I didn't use and seldom thought about.

  Opening my mouth, I tried to speak, only to stop at the last second. My eyes flickered open, wider. "Come here," you said again. I could sense the irritation growing in your voice, so I threw the sheets away, and I scampered off the bed.


  Keeping my legs together and my arms over my chest, I came up to you. "I'm here," I said.

  "Open the bottom drawer," you commanded.

  "Please, please don't make your slave again," I said. Even as I uttered those words, I could feel the blush on along my skin. Although the sex would feel incredible, I didn't want to be humiliated as your plaything again. I needed to feel like I was more than your sex toy, at least that's what I told myself.

  "Do it," you said, touching your hand to the nape of my neck and guiding me back down on my knees.

  I reached out tentatively, doing my best to keep my hands from trembling. I pulled open the drawer. There they were, my slave panties. The light shimmered along the soft fabric, and my mouth went dry. I didn't want to wear them!

  "Look again," you said, easily able to guess my thoughts.

  I turned my attention down to the drawer, and I noticed another pair of panties set off to the side. At first, they didn't appear to be anything special. In fact, I owned lots of black panties with white accents.

  "Come up," you said, stroking your fingers along the back of my neck. Still down on my knees, I stifled a growl.

  As my boyfriend, you weren't supposed to be able to do this to me. I didn't think any of my friends let their boyfriends control them like this, but each time I pictured myself standing up and turning around, facing you and telling you that I wasn't going to do this anymore, the image fractured and broke apart. Like it or not, I had to accept the fact that you knew how to manipulate me.

  A strong tone. A sharp word. That was all it took for you to make me compliant.

  I reached down, and I picked up the panties. I unfolded them. They were the same lean cut as the slave panties. But then I looked at the back of these, and my heart caught in my throat. "No," I said, letting my voice trail away.

  "This is your punishment drawer," you said to me, explaining everything in such simple terms, like I wouldn't understand otherwise. "This is where I keep your panties for those special moments when you’ve behaved badly.”

  The panties were black with white lace. When I saw that particular color combination, I should have immediately understood what you had planned for me. But it didn't click, not until I looked at the bottom.