Fun

This is a work of fiction. The people in this story certainly exist…in my fucked up head. This is only written for my (and hopefully other’s) entertainment, therefore no money was paid or received for the wrtiting of said ficlet. That being the case, I would appreciate reviews. Even if they are death threats and hate mail.

Additional Disclaimer: Slavery, in all it’s forms is evil, cruel and just stupid. No human being has the right to treat another human being like property. This is simply a fantasy… my fantasy. The author neither condones or endorses any practises mentioned herein.


The knock on my door roused me from my book. Placing it aside, I cleared my throat and rose to my feet.
“Come in,” I called. The door opened. To say the woman that walked in was beautiful would be a gross understatement. Dirty blonde hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, her blue T-shirt and short shorts weren’t exactly form fitting but they did show off her curves in all the right places. She was every guys fantasy and wet dream. Without a word, she sank to her knees, pushed out her ample chest, and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Standing there looking down on her, I fought the desire to beat her pretty face to a bloody pulp. The desire passed as quickly as it had come.
“Stand, strip and back on your knees,” I instructed. She instantly did as I commanded. I was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear, as was commanded an hour ago when I called her. She was litterally pulling into her driveway coming home from work. She showered, changed and came to my office. I knew her fiance was working the overnight shift tonight so I had all night with her.
“We’re gonna’ do something different today. First though, show me how much you love me,” I commanded. Placing her hands behind her back, the naked, blonde, beauty leaned forward, placing her forehead on my feet for a moment before beginning to kiss my feet. After a few minutes of her kissing my feet and feeling her velvety tongue run up and down my feet, I walked over to my seat and lifted my left foot. Taking my foot in both hands, she kissed and licked the sole of my foot. After a few minutes I switched feet. It was then that I decided she would spend almost all night on her knees. She would perform foot worship at least once more before the night was out. When I felt she was done, I gently removed my foot from her hands. I patted the seat beside me.
“Put your shorts back on and sit up here. I have a treat for you,” I said rising and retreiving my keyring from my desk drawer. I opened the locked cabinet behind my desk and removed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. I poured us each a glass of wine. We clinked our glasses and drank, staring into each other’s eyes. When we were done, I took both glasses and put them on the side table. Leaning forward, I captured her lovely mouth. We tongue duelled for several minutes, pausing long enough to catch our breath. I rose and took the glasses to the desk. She started to rise but I placed a hand on her knee to let her know to stay seated. She seemed uneasy as I turned, and sat on the edge of the desk and drank in her beauty. She rarely sat on any furniture unless I sat next to her in our sessions. Usually when I rose she did as well. I approached her slowly. I decided I was going to torture her a little.
“Take off your shorts,” I said softly. She did as I instructed. She was sitting naked on my couch. Kneeling, I approached her, spreading her legs. As I flicked my tongue she was already a bit damp. Over the next twenty mintes, or so, I brought her to the edge three times but denied her all three times. As I rose, I could tell she needed an orgasm, which I refused to give her.
“Position Alpha,” I barked. Miserably, she slid into the position she had assumed upon entering my office almost an hour ago. As she knelt there, hands against the back of her head, I retreived a few more items from the cabinet. Stepping behind her I cuffed her hands behind her back to keep her from touching herself. Next I blindfolded her. I moved around her so I was facing her. Her head was slumped forward, her chin resting on her breast. Using my foot, I lifted her head.
“Is there something you want my little whore?”
I asked. She nodded. “You’re a slave, not an animal, use your words,” I snapped
“This slave begs her Master to let her cum.”
“If you cum without permission, my little whore, I will cane you with a bamboo cane.”
“This slave thanks her Master,” she said miserably.
“Slave?”
“Yes my Master?”
“Cum for me!” With a moan she came, her love juices splashing all over the floor. “Lick it up.” I comanded, removing her blindfold. As I watched, I got really hard. When I was content, I had her kneel again and replaced the blindfold. I stepped next to her, dropped my pants, realeasing my bulging manhood.
“Open wide,” I said as I slammed myself into her hot mouth. I fucked her mouth for a few minutes before I came. I pulled out of her mouth, dousing her pretty face in my baby-batter. When the stream stopped flowing, she leaned in and cleaned my manhood off. When she was finished, I dried off with her hair.
“Go have a shower you’re disgusting,” I ordered.

I set the table listening to the shower running. I smiled thinking of her naked body, now cleaned from our games all evening. We had come back to my house, rather than have her shower in the locker rrom in the basement off my office, where we almost always played. If we didn’t play, we met at my place. She was all in favour of these games. I would rather be a little more tame, but these games were fun too. Usually, we would do a little bondage, dinner a movie and bed. Tonight, both of us were feeling in the mood for a little more fun. If it wasn’t a Friday night, we wouldn’t have done it. But the stars aligned, it was a Friday, her fiance was working the overnight, and we were both in the mood for friskiness. Last time he worked overnight on Friday, she wasn’t into ‘the bondage mood’ and as much as i wanted to, she didn’t. So we watched a movie in bed. The water shut off and the hair dryer start. After a few minutes, my ‘date’ came downstairs and sat down. I served our dinner and we ate Dinner and bed were always free of any pretension of games or bondage. When dinner was over, I cleaned the dishes. We climbed into bed and turned on the TV. We didn’t really care what was on. I can’t remember what movie was showing, but I do remember the sex was amazing.

The alarm went off at 6:00. I was confused. I knew it was Saturday, so why was the alarm going off. I felt movement beside me and I was reminded. She was still here.
It was earlier than I got up for work normally. I felt her get up and get changed. A fe moments later, I got up. She had poured herself a coffee, and toasted herself a bagel. She leaned over and kisse me. I could taste the warm buttery taste on her tongue.
“”I gotta’ go,” she said. I stood in e doorway as she got into her car, and watched until after my beautiful, sister-in-law to-be had driven away.

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