The Reluctant Master

“You’ve made me a freak.”

She smiled, “Yeah, so?”

As they were walking out of the Wall-Mart Ryan couldn’t help but look at the contents of his plastic bag.

“I just put this on my credit card, in my name, well that’s it I can never be President now.”

She looked up, pulling some of her long brown hair away from her eyes, “Why not, I think you can be whatever you want to be.”

Ryan moved some of the things around, but never dared to pull them out into the light of day, “Thirty feet of nylon rope, duck tape, ruler, newspaper, condoms. How do you intend to explain that to the good citizens of anywhere.”

Alicia shrugged, “Politics is overrated anyway, just become a priest, you’d fit right in.”
Ryan rolled his eyes as she laughed at her own joke, but he just couldn’t bring himself to laugh with her. Part of him was still deathly sickened how far he had actually gone, and another part shuddered when it contemplated the future. It’s like a cult; they never start out with asking you to give away all your possessions. Everything is in small steps, and now he just stepped his way into being the proud owner of all the tools he could need to beat the crap out of his girlfriend.

Thinking back this was one of those things that just came out of nowhere, straight out of porn. Porn is porn, where all the girls do weird stuff and seem to enjoy it, and then there’s real life, where a man should never take a hand to the girl he loves. Ryan contemplated that the barrier was not as strong as he believed, and in that moment feared for humanity.

“Come on, this will be fun.”
“I still don’t understand how you can say that.”



Ryan lay in bed but couldn’t sleep. He had always been a nice guy, too nice to ever be all that popular with girls; he could count the number he dated with one hand. So when fate dropped the perfect girl on his lap the chance was just too good, he would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t go for it.

He could still remember the first time; well actually he could remember all the moments of sexual and near sexual encounters of his entire life. They had a way of sticking on his memory.

They were watching TV, well actually they were making out in the name of watching TV, but it was close enough. Ryan continually felt up her body, moving his hands under her shirt as she put her tongue in his mouth. He could never get enough of feeling a girl’s skin; it was always so soft that he loved moving his hands over it. Ryan kept it to the back and down her sides, but the constant temptation of moving to her chest was always there.

Alicia started to push him down into the sofa, moving her hands over his pants, rubbing his ever growing hard on. Ryan in turn moved his hands to her breasts, rubbing with one hand and trying to unclasp her bra with the other. If she could feel his crotch then he could have her breasts, it was only fair after all, but his bra unclasping skills were somewhat lacking.

She was still wearing a shirt but the bra came lose, cupping the soft flesh in his hand. Alicia moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her nipples, he could feel her breathing faster. Then much to his surprise Ryan felt her hand reach into his pants to right out grab his penis.

“You’re a pervert, you know that?” Ryan said, somewhat muffled by her mouth.
“Yeah, well I can stop any time.” Alicia replied, squeezing a bit.

Alicia tried to keep him pinned down, but he pushed her upright, then fell on top. Now it was his turn to move his hands into her pants, moving down under the panties, feeling the hair of the area. Alicia started to moan again, and Ryan moved his hand down further. Suddenly she pushed at that moment, so much that he fell off the sofa. Before he could recover she pounced right on him.

The floor was hardly as comfortable, but Ryan didn’t notice considering that he was being pinned down with her mouth. He reached over and felt up her leg as she lay on top of him, inching his way up until he was rubbing her ass.

“Hit me.” She said.
“What?”
“I said hit me,” she smiled, “Spank me.”
“You’re serious?”
She nodded.

He was dumbfounded for a moment. Make out, take clothes off, have sex; the steps were fairly simplistic but proven time and again to be a winning combination. Well ok so it’s new, big deal, how hard could it possibly be?

Ryan raised his hand slowly, not really sure of what the hell he was doing. His hand came down, kinda hard but he was afraid to hurt her. Obviously at this point he didn’t get that was the point of the whole thing. There was a still a smack and Alicia cried out a bit, but it seemed in a good way.

She nodded, “Good, but you can do harder then that.”
“Can I?”
“Oh I’m sure, try again.”

This time he did come down harder, but it was difficult to get leverage considering she was on top of him. Alicia cried out in that strange way again, now he was wearing the expression of someone trying to figure out a new phenomenon through trial and error.

“OK, now harder.” She said.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” Alicia smiled, “Afraid you’ll hurt me?”
“No, you’re on top of me, it’s hard to get my hand around.”
“Oh, ok, sit up then I’ll make it easier.”

Ryan pulled himself into a sitting position, putting his back to the couch. She laid down on top of his legs, with her ass at a good angle with his right hand.

“Come on, you can’t possibly be serious, when did you turn into a misbehaving child?” Ryan said.

“Yes that’s right I have been a bad girl haven’t I? I really need to be punished.” She stretched a bit, like a cat getting comfortable.

He rolled his eyes; this was going too far, they arrested people for this.
“She’s an anime fan, she watched all of Hellsing…”
“Did you say something?”
“Oh no, nothing, just mumbling I guess.”

Ryan braced himself; some things were just worth doing.
At first he hit her a couple of times softly as a test run, then went harder. He was ready to stop the second she said no, but as he hit even harder that didn’t come. Alicia’s hands were balled into tight fists and her muscles were tight, but the expression on her face completely contradicted the idea of pain. Ryan’s expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief as his arm became almost automatic, going up and down.

His hand started to really hurt though, the rivets in her jeans were not being kind, and finally he stopped.

“Yeah that was good,” she said, “see I told you it would be fun. Right?”
“Uh…. Sure.”
“Let’s go get ice cream.”
“……..sure.”




They got to his car and he put the bag in the back, under the seat. She was almost giddy, he was almost shaking.

“I just have to teach you some good knots, I learned them in girl scouts.” Alicia said.

“Right, your scout master would be proud you’re putting it to good use.” Ryan replied.

“Hmmm, do you think we should have a safeword?”
“A safewhat?”
“A safeword, something I can say just in case it goes too far.”
“You mean like no, stop, it hurts, help me?”
“Oh no, saying that is half the fun, I mean something silly like aardvark.”

It was his car, in his town, a town he had lived in most of his life. Yet he left like a stranger in a strange land. No he would do it anyway, Ryan just wanted to make her happy after all. Besides there was something said about thinking too much, just let the situation ride and the assault charges could come later. He needed a drink; never had one in his life but this was a perfect time to start.