Chapter 2

After her spanking, Roberta sat on my lap happily, albeit a little gingerly. I think she missed cuddling as much as she missed being given limits. It made me think there was more to Peter than a lack of leadership. I would find that out if that was the case and fix that also. Right now, I had to concentrate on her side of the relationship.

“Now then, whore, we need to come up with a name for you. A pet name ... something to call you besides your regular name. I use your regular name, Roberta, as your safe word. No one calls out their own name during sex! So we need a pet name for you. Usually pet names are something endearing like jewel or princess or something, but there’s no rule on it. Some women even like derogatory names like cunt or slut. So what shall we call you – do you have any preferences?” I asked her.

“Well, Master, if I have my choice of names, is it okay if you just continue to call me whore? You see I am one of those women who likes being treated like a slut, like a whore. I get turned on by being humiliated and degraded. That’s another thing Peter never did. To him, I’m his angel and sweetheart, when I want to be his whore and his cumslut. I want to be told I’m nothing more than a fuckhole. He never got that. That’s why I found a man that treated me rough and called me nasty things,” she said.

“Very well, whore it is then,” I said. And I filed away the information about her getting turned on by being humiliated – that would come in handy as well!

“Now that we have that out of the way, stand up,” I said. She got up off my lap and stood before me with her hands at her sides as before. I pulled her a step or two closer, “Spread your legs, whore. I want to see that dripping hole of yours!” I said. She smiled a little and spread her legs wider. I slipped my legs between them just enough to make it impossible for her to close them again, but with enough room for me to reach between her thighs.

“Don’t move those hands or it will be back over my knee but even worse this time!” I warned. I reached between her legs and began fingering her wet slick cunt. I started by tracing my fingertip around the steaming slit, drawing an outline of her swollen puffy lips, raking my fingers through her fur patch, and gently running up the split. I didn’t make any entry yet, not even parting her lips. I wanted to draw out her need first. And it wasn’t hard to do. When she felt my fingers in her sex, Roberta began moaning loud and long.

“Ohhhh God, Master ... please ... please...” she whimpered.

I reached under her with my other hand and with both, I gently pulled on her fat pussy lips, tugging them and pulling them apart. Roberta moaned and moved her hips as my fingers played with her outer lips. I looked up to see her eyes glazed over and her mouth open as she fell further into her own lusts. This was a woman in serious need of a good fucking!

Well she would get plenty of that in the coming weeks! For now, though, I let my fingers have some fun. I pulled and tugged and rolled her swollen lips between my fingers as she rolled her hips, clawing at her legs with her fingertips as she struggled to keep them in place.

Roberta moaned and whimpered and cooed as my fingers toyed with her. And I enjoyed all the sounds she was making, but I wanted to keep the pressure on her. So after a bit I moved inside her a bit – just to the entrance to her opening. I felt her slick inner pussy lips and the heat coming from deep within her. Her moans took a more desperate, needy pitch ... she wanted me inside her, if only just my fingers.

“Please Master ... go inside me...” she whimpered softly.

“What’s that?” I asked, teasing her

“Please go inside ... inside me ... please, Master...” she repeated.

“You mean you want me to fingerfuck your cunt, whore? Is that what you want?” I asked.

“Yes! Ohhh, Master please! Please...” she pleaded.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” I said.

“Master please! Please fuck my cunt with your fingers! Ohh God, please Master, make me cum, please!” she cried, sobbing now.

I smiled as she pleaded. I had told her I would make her beg and she had. Actually I thought she might be tougher to crack on that, but that’s fine. She must have been more ready to submit than I first figured. All she needed was someone to make her beg.

I shoved two finger up inside the dripping cunt and Roberta lost her mind. “OHMYGOD! OH FUCK YES! Fuck me Master! Fuck my cunt with your fingers! Ohhh yess!” she howled as she ground her hips against my hands. I saw her rake her fingers against her thighs wanting desperately to use them someplace else.

“Those hands want something to do, don’t they? You would love to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling on them as I finger this sloppy, drooling cunt, wouldn’t you, whore? You’d love to claw at those big tits and lick and suck those fat nipples, wouldn’t you?” I said, emphasizing my words with short jabs into her pussy.

“Ohhh, FUCK Master! Yes! Please, please let me play with my nipples! Ohhh, God I am going to cum!” she said as she thrust her hips forward onto my fingers. I used my thumb to rub her clit a few times just to increase her stress. Then just as I felt she was about to explode, I jerked my hand clear and pushed her back away from me a bit.

“Master? What’s wrong, Master?” she asked, surprised.

“Nothing is wrong, whore. I just didn’t want you to cum, that’s all,” I told her.

“But Master, I was so close! Did I do something wrong?” she asked, puzzled why I stopped just as she was about to reach a much needed orgasm.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You just haven’t earned an orgasm yet. Here in my house, you have to earn privileges and you haven’t. The spanking you got wiped the slate clean and you start at zero. You came here with a deficit but the spanking reset that. Now you will need to earn the privilege of cumming. You should consider yourself lucky – you have a bed to sleep in and I allow you to speak when you want to. I know of some Masters that don’t allow their submissives even those privileges! Their subs sleep on a mat on the floor and cannot speak unless spoken to first.

“Gorean Masters, are even harsher. They beat their slaves for whatever reason they can come up with – if they had a bad day, if their coffee wasn’t just right, or if they just feel like getting out some aggression, they can and do take it out on their slaves. I am pretty mild and generous by comparison,” I told her.

“Yes, Master, but how do I earn the privilege of cumming?” she asked.

“Well, doing as I have told you already is a good start. Dressing nice and taking pains to look attractive for me, following orders and commands promptly and without question or complaint, looking for ways to do little things that you know will make me happy, showing me that you are trying to learn what I am teaching – those things will show me that you are trying and that will earn you privileges. I am not a hard man, whore ... you work with me and you will be rewarded,” I said.

“Yes, Master. I will try, honest,” she said.

“By the same token, however, when you are denied an orgasm like today, you will not seek it on your own, Understand? There is not to be any cumming without permission – either on your own or by me. When I am toying with you or fucking you, you will ask to cum ... I will decide then if I will allow it. And there is absolutely no masturbation of any sort without my permission, understand? I grant the privilege of cumming – you don’t seek it yourself,” I warned her.

“Yes, Master. I understand,” she said.

“Now I have some work to do in my office and you have dishes and laundry to do. This is a working household I’m afraid so better get to it!” I told her.

“Yes Master,” she said. She turned to leave. “Hold on whore, you haven’t been dismissed. Submissives ask to be excused from their Master’s presence.”

“Sorry, Master. May I be excused to do my work?” she asked.

“That’s better,” I said, kissing her on the forehead. “Yes you may.” She smiled and went off happily to do her chores while I went into the office to catch up on some paperwork.

A couple hours later I was sitting in the living room relaxing when Roberta came in. “Master, I have done the dishes and the laundry is just finishing up. Is there anything else?”

“No, that’s it for now. Dinner isn’t for a little while ... you can relax if you like,” I told her.

“Thank you, Master. Master you look tired ... did you have a lot to do in your office?” she asked.

“Just some paperwork that has been nagging at me,” I said.

“Poor Master. Master may I be excused for a moment? I’ll be right back,” she asked.

“Yes go ahead,” I said. She padded off quietly while I closed my eyes to rest for a bit. She was gone for less than a minute when she came back.

“Here you go, Master. I brought you an ice cold beer to help you relax,” she said kneeling in front of me and holding the beer and a cold glass. “I wasn’t sure if you liked it in a glass or straight from the bottle,” she smiled at me.

I took the bottle, returning her smile and poured it into the glass. She got up and went around behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. “Mmm, that feels good,” I said as she worked the tightness from my muscles. Paperwork always gets me wound up ... it’s the part of my job I dislike the most. Keeping up with the paperwork is always a pain in the neck – literally. But Roberta was working those stiff muscles and knots out very well and I was relaxing under her skilled hands.

“Feeling better, Master?” she said as she finished up.

“Much better, thank you,” I said.

“Well, I had better get started on dinner. May I be excused, Master?” she asked.

“Just a second,” I pulled her around so I could see her next to me. “Thank you for the beer and the massage,” I said looking her in the eye. Roberta smiled and I let go of her hand. She nearly skipped off she was so happy she had pleased me. I heard her humming to herself in the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

Once dinner was ready, Roberta came into the living room to get me. As I had taught her, she came in quietly and knelt down in front of me in her kneeling posture. “Master, dinner is ready,” she said looking down. I stood up, offering her my hand and pulled her up.

Before we moved though, I hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face to mine. “That’s much better. Good girl,” I said. Roberta smiled and I took her hand walking her into the dining room. I seated her and then went to sit myself. She served up dinner and then waited as she should until I took the first bite.

“Do you like it, Master?” she asked.

“It is delicious, my little whore,” I said. She was pleased that I was pleased. We ate dinner and afterwards she asked to be excused to clear the table. When she had the table cleared and the dishes in the dishwasher, I took her hand and led her into the living room. I sat down on the sofa this time instead of my recliner because as I sat down I pulled her onto my lap, straddling my legs.

“I am please how you are progressing in your program, whore. You seem to be taking this to heart and that makes me happy,” I said.

“Thank you, Master. But I have to confess that when Peter told me that I was going to have to do this or it was divorce for us, I did go online to do some research on what being a submissive was so I knew a little bit about how to act and behave,” she said.

“So this has all been an act – you have just been going through the motions here?” I asked, getting a bit angry that I may have been being played.

“Oh no, Master! God no! I didn’t mean that! I just meant that I looked up how to act and behave so I could be better at it. No, I would never try to fool you – you would see through it in a moment. I just wanted to do my best and knowing what was expected would help me. I really do love my husband, Master ... I know I have been a real bitch to him and I do want to change. So I wanted to learn all I could going in and with your help, Master, I will be a better wife to Peter,” she said.

“Well I will do what I can to help you,” I told her.

“I know, Master ... and I appreciate it more than you know,” she said. I kissed her affectionately on the forehead and she smiled at me.

“Master, may I ask something?” she said.

“What is it, whore?”

“May I ... um ... would you ... kiss me?” she asked haltingly. She wasn’t sure if that was allowed – both as a Master and sub, and as a professional counselor and patient.

I reached out and put my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her forward into my kiss. I kissed her long and hard, giving her a real heartfelt kiss. As she realized what I was doing, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I could sense her kiss was genuine, passionate, and almost urgent – like she needed the kiss to feel wanted.

Something in her kiss told me that she hadn’t been truly kissed in a long time. Peter was an idiot – this was a warm, caring, desirable woman who just needed to feel like she was appreciated and that she mattered.

As I kissed her warm sweet mouth, I let my hands roam where they wanted. They made their way up from her hips along her ribcage until they were even with her eager tits. I hadn’t yet played with her full, firm, and beautiful tits aside from a little teasing, and I had avoided her sensitive nipples altogether. It was time to see how responsive she was to my toying with her tits.

She had her arms wrapped around my neck and I had her attention centered in the kiss, so my hands were not hindered in their search for her fat, swollen nipples and as they found their intended target, the first thing I noticed was how hard they were. Her buds were hard as pebbles!

I began just brushing my fingers across the hard nubs, flicking them lightly, just so she knew I was there. I felt her moan softly into my mouth and press closer to me. I took her nipples between my fingers rolling them and playfully tugging them and then suddenly letting go. Each time I did she gave a little gasp. I pinched them a bit harder and felt her wriggle as the sensation reached her brain. A little louder moan and she held my neck a bit tighter.

Then I pinched them hard, intentionally testing her. I pulled them up a bit as I pinched them, making her gasp loudly and whimper, finally pulling away from me. “Oww! Oww! Ouch! Master!” she said in protest.

“Did I say I was finished kissing you, whore?” I said gruffly. She went back to kissing me and after a moment, I relaxed my hold on her nipples, rubbing them gently. Roberta relaxed again and mewled her delight in my tender caresses. I moved her around so she was laying lengthwise on the sofa. I lay on top of her kissing her neck, then kissing my way down to her tits. She knew where I was headed and she moaned and writhed, hoping I would hurry to my destination.

I did reach my destination and hovered over her luscious tits for a moment. I looked into her pleading eyes. She wanted to ask, but didn’t know if she should. I waited there for a moment as she trembled in anticipation.

“Ask,” I said.

“Master, please suck my tits ... please, I want you to...” she softly said.

I smiled and leaned down, sucking one hard aching nipple into my mouth. My tongue ran over the bud and swirled around it as she arched her back, pushing it deeper into my mouth.

“Ohhhh Gaawwd!” she moaned loudly. Her hand instinctively went behind my head to force my mouth down on her tit and I sucked more of her tender meat into my mouth. I began feasting on her tender morsels, alternating between them so that both sent pleasure signals to her brain. Roberta moaned and squirmed happily as I made a meal of her tits, wrapping her legs around my waist as I chewed on her.

Roberta was really getting into my mouth on her tits and I could tell that she was getting aroused. I could smell her scent from her dampening pussy and I heard her moaning increase in both volume and intensity. I let her get to a fever pitch once again and then I stopped, sitting up and turning on the television.

“Master!” she said, frustrated that I lead her on again.

“What’s the matter, whore?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Master, why did you stop? I have been good – you said so yourself!” she whined.

“Yes, that is true, you have been coming along. But one day of proper behavior is hardly a life change. Besides I have a plan – I do not do anything without an eye on the big picture. Everything will become clear as time goes on, trust me,” I said.

“Yes, Master. Of course,” she said, obviously dispirited.

I pulled her to her feet giving her another kiss. “It will work out, whore, it really will. I’ve done this before, you’ll see. You trust me, don’t you?” I said.

“Yes, of course,” she said.

“Good girl,” I said.

Sunday morning I woke up and went in to get her up as usual. I went into the living room to wait and to read the Sunday paper. I heard the typical noises of her taking a shower and getting dressed, but it seemed like it took a little longer today. I figured she was just running a bit behind so I put it out of my mind. As I heard her hit that last squeaky step, I listened to her footsteps and they sounded different today – she was wearing heels! I got up at that and turned to look just as she came around the corner.

Roberta looked magnificent! She had put on a sexy white lace bustier that fastened in the front with a pink ribbon tie. The bustier had attached garters which she had hooked to white semi-sheer stockings. The footsteps I heard were due to her pink four inch open-toe heels. She had put on her makeup perfectly, just the way I liked it, with dark night-time type eye makeup and mascara, luscious red lipstick, and a hint of blush on the cheeks. Her hair was done in a neat ponytail with two curly little strands framing her beautiful face. She was stunning.

“I hope you like my outfit, Master,” she said softly as she stood there in the entrance to the living room.

Rather than say something (I was afraid my voice would crack or I would stumble over my words, I was that enamored of her), I walked up to her slowly as I drank her in with my eyes. I stepped up to her and put an arm around her holding her close.

“You look beautiful, Roberta,” I said.

She looked at me oddly. “Master ... you called me by my name!” she said.

“Well, you look magnificent and I wanted you to know I wasn’t playing around. I am very impressed.”

“Awww, thank you, Master. I am so glad you are pleased’” she said, grinning broadly.

We had breakfast in our usual manner and then I took her into the living room. She was so beautiful I almost didn’t want to “unwrap” her, but I knew she was expecting me to make use of her efforts. I’d had a difficult time eating that morning because I was so busy looking at her. And she caught me staring a few times, smiling shyly and looking down as she did.

I took her over to the sofa and had her stand in front of me as I slowly undressed her, taking my time with her ribbon tie and bustier. Fortunately, her stockings were the type that stay up even without the garter, so I left them and her heels on (I like a woman to wear heels to bed – it’s so slutty!)

I pulled her close and put my hands on her bare ass. I began by kissing her neck and then her shoulder. I sat down on the sofa so her tits were at eye level and began licking and sucking them as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I pushed her legs apart and as I chewed, sucked, and licked on her eager nipples, my hands found their amusement at the entrance to her sopping pussy. As my hands began teasing her fuckhole, her hands dropped down onto my shoulders to steady herself ... she had started to sway almost immediately upon my touching her cunt!