Chapter 4

Roberta stood in front of me in that restaurant bathroom stall. I had brought her in there before we sat down for lunch because she had drank a soda on the way into town and she was very close to peeing her pants when we pulled into the parking lot. Once I had let her do do her business, I swapped places with her and, taking my pants down, took a seat on the toilet.

Now she looked down at me for a second then without arguing, sank to her knees, took me in her mouth, and began sucking my cock. I think she was finally learning that arguing or protesting a command did her no good at all.

“Rub that wet little pussy for me while you suck my cock. Rub your pussy and masturbate for me like the whore you are!” I said.

“Mmmphh!” she moaned around my cock. Her left hand moved from my knee and disappeared under her. I could feel the shudder run through her as she touched herself. As she bobbed up and down on my hard cock, her fingers plunged in and out of her sopping pussy keeping perfect time.

In the small cubicle we were in, her sucking moans and the wet squish of her fingers made beautiful music. I wrapped my fingers into her soft hair guiding her and pushing her further down on my cock. I enjoyed my whore’s warm wet mouth until I felt the rumbling in my nuts, signalling my orgasm was approaching. I pushed her off my cock and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and plopping her back down on my lap, reverse cowboy style as my cock slipped neatly into her wet cunt.

“Ohhh GOD!” she said as I entered her fully. I reached around her with both hands, holding her close as one hand went to her tit, pinching and tugging on her hard, fat nipple while the other hand went to her clit, rubbing it and flicking it gently.

Roberta was still extremely aroused from the trip thus far. Her orgasm in the car and then the slutty way she blew the young man at the toy store had her libido on overdrive. She rode my cock like the whore she was and moaned her lustful desire with every bounce. My cock pistoned in and out of her wet, slick cunt slowly eroding my own willpower as well. About five minutes into the ride, I could tell it wouldn’t make six.

“I’m going to cum whore ... I want you to cum with me. Are you ready?” I panted.

“Yes, Master! Please, please let me cum with you!” she whimpered.

She bounced a little harder and a little faster as we both approached the edge. I rubbed her clit furiously as her moan stretched long and loud. Just as we both reached the tipping point, I pushed her down hard on my cock and she ground her ass into my lap. I blasted the first stream of scalding cum up into her womb which triggered her own orgasm.

“OHYMGODMASTERRRR!” she cried out, her voice reverberating in the empty room. She flooded my cock with her juices as they poured from her. Some fell between my legs, dripping into the toilet. Some ran down her legs and mine and pooled on the tile floor. Once our orgasm passed, I held her on my lap for a few minutes before we got up and put ourselves back together.

As we exited the stall we were surprised to see we had an audience! Four men were waiting out by the sinks and as we exited the stall we were treated to a round of applause. My whore hung her head and shielded her eyes, blushing red as a tomato as she walked past the men. I nodded to them and followed her out into the restaurant.

“Master, can we just go? Please this is so embarassing!” she whispered loudly when we got to our table.

I reached out and took her hand. “No, we are staying. Do not be embarassed – those men were paying you a compliment. They were applauding because they wished they were fucking you. You should consider it a tribute to your sexiness. Also, you do not need to worry what others think. Your only concern is what I think and when you are back with Peter, what he thinks. Everyone else’s opinions are inconsequential,” I told her.

“Yes, Master. So long as you are pleased, I am pleased,” she said.

After that we had a nice lunch with some great food. As we finished, Roberta asked to be excused to check her makeup in the restroom (code for wanting to pee before we left to head home!). While she was gone I used my cell phone to check my home messages. There was a message from Peter on my machine, so I called him up to see what he wanted.

“Hello Peter, this is Dr. Price, returning your call,” I said.

“Hello, Dr. Price. I was just calling to see how Roberta is doing,” he said.

“Well, your wife and I had a little trouble getting started, I won’t lie to you. But since then we have reached a very satisfactory working relationship and she is coming along fine,” I said.

“Oh dear! I hope she wasn’t too much trouble!” he said.

“Nothing that a good over the knee spanking wouldn’t fix, don’t worry!” I said.

“Well, I hope that she takes this serious and does try to change. You are our last hope doctor. I don’t want to lose her, but the way things were was not acceptable either,” Peter said.

“Perfectly understandable. There can only be one leader and one follower. And it is my opinion that the man should be that leader. I know in this day and age there are those who would argue that point and they are entitled to their view. But if women were supposed to be leaders, why is my business doing so well? Why am I driving a $85,000 BMW if everyone’s relationships are solid and have no problems?” I said.

“You do make a good point. And I know that Roberta and I aren’t the ideal couple. That’s why we came to you. Thank you for the update and I hope all the work you are doing pays off,” he said.

“Well, I still have some work to do but she is coming along right on schedule. I will keep you informed Peter,” I said as Roberta was approaching. I hung up the phone and stood just as she got to the table.

“That was Peter calling to see how you were doing with your training,” I told her.

“Oh? I hope you gave him a good report?” she asked smiling coyly.

“I told him that you and I had a bit of a rough start but that a sound over the knee spanking set you on the right path!” I said.

“Yes it did!” she said, rubbing her bottom. “So how is he doing?”

“Well he didn’t talk to much about himself, only about your marriage. He said he hopes that this works because he doesn’t want to lose you. But he also can’t go back to the way you two were. I assured him that you were coming along right on schedule and that you were doing good,” I said.

As we walked out to the car, Roberta hanging onto my arm, she quietly asked. “So, Master how AM I doing with my training?”

I didn’t say anything at first but when we reached the car and I opened her door, I turned to her. “You are doing very well, whore. I am proud of the progress you are making and I don’t anticipate any issues coming up. I believe you have the proper mindset and you certainly have the motivation to become a good submissive,” I said.

“Thank you Master,” she said, kissing my cheek. I seated her and she smiled up at me as I closed her door.

The drive back home was uneventful – we just talked and listened to the radio and had a nice drive home. The traffic was light since we missed the lunchtime rush and we were home before the infamous rush hour gridlock hit.

Once we were home and settled, we had a few hours before dinner. We were sitting on the sofa just relaxing when she said “I had a nice time today Master, it was fun going to town with you and shopping and having lunch.”

“I’m glad. So you didn’t mind the other things – the sex in the car, making you give Tommy at the adult toy store a blowjob, and the restaurant thing?” I asked.

“Oh no, Master! I thought those things were really hot! Of course, I love anytime you put your hands on me, and making me give Tommy a blowjob in that dirty adult toy store and making me suck your cock and fuck you in the men’s room of that restaurant – well I felt so slutty and naughty! It was wonderful! I really felt like a cheap street whore!” she said.

“Well I’m glad to hear you say that. A good submissive is adaptable and ready to please her Master whenever, wherever, and however he chooses. Just the fact that he asks something of you should make you want to do it for him, because he wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t going to please him to have you do it. I wouldn’t have had you and Angela play together if I thought two women together was disgusting. And I wouldn’t have had you blow Tommy if I didn’t want to watch you do it,” I said.

“Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you for teaching me,” she said.

“Now, we are going to have pizza tonight so you won’t have to cook. But also means that you will have time to show me the new toys you bought today. Go get them and bring them back to me. And while you are gone, get undressed as well,” I told her.

Roberta looked at me and cracked a big mischievous grin. “Yes, Master, right away.” She padded off to her bedroom to do as I commanded while I got more comfortable in my recliner, where she would have more room to move and I would get a better view.

The way my living room is arranged, as you walk into it, the sofa is on the left hand wall and my recliner on the far back wall. The big screen television is on the right hand wall directly across from the sofa. There is a large wooden coffee table in front of the sofa and a small side table by my recliner. Sitting in my recliner I could easily see when Roberta came into the room, and I watched and listened for her to show up.

I heard the tell-tale creak of the bottom step and heard her feet softly padding down the hallway. Just as she turned to step inside the living room I stopped her. “Put your toy in your mouth and crawl like a dog whore,” I commanded her. Roberta obediently dropped to her knees, putting the pink vibrator sideways in her mouth like a dog would carry a bone, and crawled slowly across the living room floor towards me. I let her get almost to me before I stopped her again. There was only a couple feet left between us when I gave the command “Put it down,” snapping my fingers and pointing to the floor.

She set the vibe on the floor and sat back on her heels, waiting for the next command. “Push it with your nose,” I said. She smiled and put her face down and pushed it the rest of the way to me. “Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair. She nuzzled against my hand like a dog would as I petted her.

“Now whore, I want to see you play with your new toy. Move back a couple feet and I want to watch you use your toy on that wet, naughty, whore cunt,” I said.

She moved back a bit so I could get a better view. “How would you like me, Master?” she asked.

“Lay on your back for starters, spread your legs, and show me how you use your toy on that pretty pink cunt,” I said. I took a cushion off the sofa and tossed it on the floor for her. She laid back against the cushion and seductively spread her legs wide for me. I took a slow sip of the drink she had brought a few minutes earlier and prepared for her show.

Her hand slowly snaked its way down her body, gliding softly over her taunt and quivering belly to stop at the top of her mound. During my speech about her appearance when we started her training, I had told her that I preferred my submissives to be shaved so I could see their pussies better. She had taken that to heart and had shaved her blonde pubes clean, which pleased me quite a bit. Now her slick slit glistened beautifully with the beginnings of her moisture.

Her eyes locked on mine, she wantonly spread her pussy lips to show me the pink folds and wetness she had for me inside her slutty cunt. I looked deep into her womanhood as I took another sip of my drink, trying hard not to show any kind of reaction. D/s is as much a mental game as it is a physical one and if I was to show too much interest in what she was doing, it would show weakness and I would be little more than a horny schoolboy peeking through the door into the girls locker room in her eyes.

“Very nice,” I said almost nonchalantly.

“Thank you, Master,” she said proudly. Roberta did have a lovely pussy – one of the nicest I had ever seen – and it felt even better. Still, I had to remain detached and in control of my emotions...

Roberta used her left hand to hold her lovely cunt open to my view while her right hand held the pink jelly vibe that she had picked out today during our shopping trip. Using a finger to rotate the speed control on the bottom, she felt the vibrator begin buzzing in her hand. She moved the device closer to her damp furrow. I could see how incredibly turned on she was ... she was almost dripping and she hadn’t even really started “playing” yet. Being watched and performing were definite turn-ons for this whore!

Roberta began her show. At first, she just rubbed the vibrator gently up and down her pussy lips. She moaned softly, excited about what she was doing. But she knew that I was looking for a very hot, very sexy show. I demanded more from her. So, taking a deep breath, she moved the tip of the vibrator to the opening of her vagina and started to ease it in. She was already so wet from the day’s sexual adventures that she didn’t need any extra lubrication ... she’d already had everything from her fingers to my cock in her leaking fuck-hole.

Roberta let out a low moan as she felt her hole gradually stretching to accommodate this wide, long, hard intruder. I don’t think my little whore quite realized the size of the vibrator and she must have overestimated her ability to accept it. Sure she was no virgin, but this toy was pretty good-sized and it did a good job of filling her cunt. Eventually though it bottomed out inside her and she was amazed how much of it was inside her! Just the control dial on the bottom was sticking out. She let it sit there for a minute, enjoying the sensations.

She reached up and started to twist and pull on her rock-hard nipples, she loved to have her nipples stimulated when she was having sex – either alone or with someone. Roberta’s nipples were extra sensitive, which for a Master is like icing on the cake! She was startled by the strong, involuntary squeeze her pussy gave the shaft that was inside her. Her cunt was already so full of vibrator that the squeeze was right on that razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. She kept playing with her nipples, and with each tightening of her fuck-hole, her moaning became closer to screaming. She was already so horny she was unaware of my presence.

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “I need a good fuck so much!” she said, without realizing she had spoken aloud.