Chapter 6

Friday Night – Ritual

We walked into the bedroom, still with the anal plug buzzing in her ass, still set on 1. She stood in the doorway, looking to the floor.

“Come here, girl. Punishment is over. Get on the floor, hands and knees and show me your ass.” She did. I turned off the electric buzz on her anal plug, and removed it. “Go wash this off and bring back the collar by the sink. Use the toilet if you need to. I sat on the end of the bed, naked, and waited for her. I heard the flush, and called to her.

“Here, girl. Put on your special shoes and show me your feet.” She did and I tightened the shoes so her feet were a few turns of the nut on the bottom more pointed. “Are they too tight, slave?”

“Uhm, Master. Just a bit tight.”

“Good. You need to stretch to wear the shoes I have in mind for you. Now, kneel up tall. Like I’m pulling on your pony tail over your head. Remember how your hair covered your breasts when you answered the door. I want you to let your hair grow until it covers your cunt. For now, let it loose over your back. Knees apart. Eyes up. LOOK AT ME. Hands anywhere you want, but no touching your breasts or your clit or your cunt. Those areas are mine.” I smiled and touched her breasts. They were soft cones, mounted on her chest. I stroked the mounds, ignoring the nipples. She shivered, like a horse did to chase away flies, and pushed forward a bit into my touch.

“Now, you’re going to learn something that I want you to do. I don’t think you can do it yet. Are you listening or enjoying my touch?”

“Um ... Both, Master.”

I moved my hands to the nipples and pinched HARD. Her eyes widened. She shook and pushed against me again. “You clit is connected to your nipples. Do you think you can think of anything except the stimulation of your clit?”

“It is hard, Master. You know how to touch me. I can’t think.”

I twisted the slightly browner nips slowly, both toward the outside. “You’re going to learn to take my cock. By yourself. From the first touch on your tongue, all the way down your throat, and then swallow. Do you understand, slave?”

“Ohhh.” She shifted as the twist on her pencil erasers approached 180º. “Pleeese, Master. Yes. I understand. All the way down my throat. But I can take it down my throat now. OOOOoohhh. God. My clit is on fire. How did you know that my clit is connected to my nipples? Master...”

“With every touch, on your nipples, you’ll become more aroused. Each second, more aroused. What will happen when I slap you?”

“More aroused, closer to cumming, Master.”

“And when can you cum, bitch?”

“Only when you say, Master.” I pulled on the now fully twisted nipples. Pulled them away from her chest. The small mounds were now extended cones. “Oooh ... Gods. Yes. They belong to you, Master. Do you want me to wear something in them, or get some tats or anything.”

I released the nipples and they snapped back into place. I gave her a slap on each cheek. “Listen up, slave. Nothing. If I want you to wear a bone in your nose or to tattoo the lips of your cunt, I WILL TELL YOU. I want you to continue to be a clean, perfect, little slut. No tats. No tongue stud. Got it?”

“Yes, Master. I understand. Nothing permanent or partly permanent. Just my hair, right, Sir? I can braid it, right? When it’s long enough, should I braid it to my pubes?” She look at me and smiled.

“You got it. And never say anything to your mother. I still fuck her morning and night. Do you wear pads or use tampons? Tell me.”

“I use pads, sir.”

“You will continue to use pads for a year or so. I will not use your vagina until you are 16. I do not want you to get pregnant. And I do not want to go to jail. I will take your cherry on your 16^th birthday.”

“11 months and 2 weeks, Master.”

“Now then. You will hunch your clit forward, so I can diddle you with my foot.”

She did so immediately. “Yes, Sir.”

“And you will suck my balls, to thank them for the slime that coated you mouth and throat earlier. You can alternate that with following the root of my cock down toward my ass hole. With each lick or suck, you will get more aroused. Here.” I passed her ear buds, and she filled her ears.

“Oh. I like this. Jazz. And the drum beats start to get into my blood. It gets me hot. Thank you, Master.”

Under the cool, slow jazz was a quiet message, in my voice. ’You love your Master’s balls ... The root of his cock is down near his ass. You can taste your Master there ... It is a very private place, and he wants you to clean it ... His balls are so soft and squishy. You can suck and lick his balls ... Take the shaft of his cock and lick it from the root, near his ass, through his ball sack, and to the tip of the cock. Pay special attention to the magic spot, when his foreskin is pulled back. Lick and suck there ... Give it the extra attention it deserves ... Every time he touches your breasts you become more and more aroused. You are so close ... so close to cumming. But you can control it. Wait for it. Wait for Master’s command.’

Over and over ... slowly.

She took my balls into her hot mouth. Washing them eagerly, sucking them first one at a time, then both together. The cock pushed at her face, forcing her to close her eyes. The cockhead smeared my precum on her cheeks. I took the shaft and smacked her on the left and then the right side of her tanned face. It continued left, right, left, right ... until they started to pink up nicely.

I pushed her lips away and instructed her to “wash the shaft, bitch. You know how to do that, don’t you?”

“Ymmm. I love your cock.” She talked between the tongue bath of my cock. “I like it when you use it to remind me of your power. Each time you hit me with it, my clit tingles again. Ooooooooooo ... Master. You’re getting me closer and closer to the point when I need to cummmm. Master. Please, take pity on your slave. Let me be an obedient bitch. Your bitch.” She wriggled her cunt forward against my foot, rubbing her clit on my ankle.

“Now trace the shaft down, between the balls, lower, deep between my legs. Feel my ass. Use your tongue and try to lick the inside. In and out. Can you taste the change ... That’s nice, bitch.

“Now, close your eyes. You hear nothing except the sounds in your ears. You can sense nothing except the feeling on your tongue as you wash my balls, the cock you love, the ass that you clean.” I let the tape drone on pouring subliminal training into her mind. I reached down and stoked her nipples gently. I could feel her pussy grinding hard against my ankle.

She grasped her own ankles with both hands, getting up on her knees, leaning forward so that she was supported only by her mouth in contact with my ass and her crotch plastered against my ankle and shin.

I pushed a button on my phone and shifted to another message.

The recorded message changed, still in my voice. ’You are my slave. You love my cock. You want to have it in your mouth. You love sucking on it ... As it hits your tongue, you close your mouth around it and suck ... Suck it in until it fills your mouth. When it gets to the blowjob point you can wrap your tongue around it. Remember the blowjob point. That’s where you’ll be able to stop sucking for a moment and take a breath ... You love the taste of your master’s cock ... You love having it in your mouth ... You want to let it fall out of your mouth. Your master will punish you for letting it out of your mouth, but every slap on your face, every twist of your nipples will bring you closer to your orgasm.’

I let her alternate sucking on my cock and getting punished for letting it out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed all the time now. Her cheeks were red now from being slapped, her nipples were hot to the touch, and she bucked her pelvis against my shin and rubbed it up and down.

“Master, I love your cock. It is so exciting to have it in my mouth.” She moaned softly as she sucked. “I want it. I love the taste of my master’s cock.”

I looked down at the platinum blonde who was working on my shaft. Hands behind her, grasping her ankles, pulling them up and forcing her to be off balance. She was forcing herself forward and all her weight was against my cock, and when she ‘let’ it fall from her mouth she’d fall backward on her ankles so I’d have access to her nipples, and then the inevitable cunt-on-shin.

Then she’d capture my cockhead and the cycle would repeat. It went on and on and on. Quietly, repeating the words that I poured into her mind. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty minutes. Now she was panting with her moans as she pushed her cunt against me.