“I’ll be calling it a night, Emma,” says Mia as she picks up her jacket. “Again, great speech!”
“Thank you, it was a great crowd,” I respond. “I’ll finish my drink and leave too in a few minutes.”
I am tired as well, but my Margarita is still full. No need to be wasteful. As I take a ship through the straw someone slips on the stool next to me.
“Amazing speech,” she says. “My master and I are big fans.”
I almost choke on my drink.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah!” she continues enthusiastically. “You are a symbol of women empowerment.”
“Well,” I stutter, too flabbergasted to speak clearly, “I’m not sure where in my speech did you hear me say it was ok to have a master. I think it was right the opposite.”
“Don’t be silly. Let me buy you a drink. Two of whatever she’s having” She calls the waitress before I can decline.
“Sorry, no offense. But I think you misunderstood the message.”
“Oh god, I hope not. Maybe you can help me out?”
I check the time on my phone as the server puts another drink next to my current one. I sigh.
“I guess. What I said is that women don’t need masters. Women don’t need men or anyone else to tell them what to do. We are free to do as we wish.”
“Exactly,” she says chirpily.
“How is being owned by a Master anything like what I said,” I continue starting to get upset.
“Well, I chose to have a Master.” She says simply, and looks at my eyes as if that should reveal the secrets of the universe.
“Of course, but…” I start saying. I look for the words, but none are coming.
For someone who is used to debating women’s rights at the highest levels, being speechless against a seven words argument was disarming.
“I guess,” I continue defeated, now with a much lower voice. “if that is what you want, I guess it’s ok.”
“Of course it is. Actually, I’ll argue that you are way more oppressed,” she says air quoting the last word, “than me.”
“What? How do you figure?” I snap
“Well, you think it’s a bad thing because society made you think it is. You won’t give it a chance, because of what society would think of you.”
“I don’t have a master because I don’t like it!” I answer energetically.
“And how do you know if you never tried?” She says.
She finishes the rest of her drink and stands up.
“Look, if you want to be truly free you need to make an educated and mindful decision to be so.” She says handing me a card. “If you want to try out in a safe environment, Master always welcomes new toys,” she laughs and turns around. “Keep spreading the good message,” she says finally as she leaves the bar.
Back at home, I get a cup of wine and a book. I head to the bathroom where I start playing some music and prepare the bathtub.
As I get in the water and start reading, I realize my eyes are browsing the pages without taking in any of the content. I wonder, instead, if the strange girl’s point had any validity at all. Shortly, I am being flooded by memories of my past relationships, always in one way or another, dominated by my political and activist life; always taking the lead in the relationship; always wearing the pants.
I chuckle at the sexist remark. But then I realize that I had always resisted following a man; out of principle, even when it was the right thing to do. That’s something that I was trying to improve in my life, for I know it’s not right to disregard reason for no good reason. But I couldn’t help being always worried about the optics, about being THE role model.
I finish the wine and put both the cup and the book away, looking at my body hidden under a wrap of soap bubbles. Is that what I’m doing to myself? Depriving myself of experiences only to please others.
“Oh my god!” I gasp suddenly. “She has a master, I have millions.”
Even though the realization had hit me like a hammer, the idea of giving off my free will is still too hard to assimilate, but as I lay, sleepless on my empty bed, it starts gaining traction.
It’s six in the morning when dawn starts lighting up the room. My eyes are still glued to the ceiling when I decide this would not keep me awake ever again.
“When can we do it? Emma.-“ I text the number on the business card.
I had to wait three days during which the thought didn’t leave my mind. It was getting to the point where it was affecting my work and my daily life, but it was finally time.
I knock on the door and she opens it only a few seconds later. It was hard to recognize the same girl from the bar. Tonight, she is naked, wearing only a collar, heavy makeup on her face, and her hair wrapped in a ponytail. I hesitate to move as she shows me in, but she just leaves the door open and turns around, crawling, disappearing behind a door frame.
I walk in slowly, and before I turn to the door frame I knock on it.
“Come in, sit, please.” A man says from inside.
He sits on a sofa. He’s in his forties, maybe a few years older than I am, and definitely many years older than she was. She sits on her knees next to him, his hand resting on her head. I want to feel disgusted by the depiction of servitude, but she looks so happy, I can’t find it in myself to do so.
Cautiously I move to the couch in front of them and sat down without saying a word. The whole situation is already so out of character for me.
“My name is Benjamin; call me Ben,” he says kindly. “We are both big fans of you; Tara told me about you. I’m happy you decided to give this a try.”
“Hi,” I start to say meekly. I clear my voice looking for resolve and finally manage a more energetic tone. “I was… intrigued. I am not sure what I want to do yet, though, I didn’t agree to anything.”
He smiles broadly.
“Of course. Nobody will force you to do anything; that’s the point.”
“I don’t think I understand that, and believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot.”
“I’ll try to explain,” he continues calmly. “I didn’t force Tara to be on her knees next to me. She is there because she wants to be there.”
“Isn’t she there under your instructions?” I interrupt
“She is,” he says simply, again as if that explained everything.
“So what if she wants to stand up and jump? Can she do that?”
“Hmmm…”, he considers for a moment. “She decided to let me decide about everything in her life. That makes her feel good. She may feel like standing and jumping, but she will not want to stand and jump, because I hadn’t told her to do so. Does that make more sense?” He asks.
I’m still confused, but I can’t help fixating on the happiness on Tara’s face through the conversation, as his hand softly pets her head.
“How would this work? If I accepted, of course.”
“Of course,” he smiles again. “It’s very easy. You do what I tell you to do. This will be, I want you to understand, a mock-up of what submitting truly is. You’d need to commit to way more than one night to truly understand this,” he says pointing at both of them. “But maybe it will be enough to inspire your curiosity. I imagine you have a couple of friends that know you are somewhere,” he says winking at somewhere. “waiting for you to text them that you are ok?”
“Yes,” I answer suddenly self-conscious.
“You will have to let me know when they expect you so I let you text them at those times. We wouldn’t want anyone calling the cops, right?” He laughs. “The other three rules are simple. One, you need to trust me, I know we just met, and I know is hard, but it won’t work otherwise. Two, you do what I tell you when I tell you.”
He lets that sink for a moment and I appreciate the time to assimilate it. I feel an urge to leave, but I’m worried if I do I never will put this behind me.
“What’s the third rule?” I finally ask, anxious.
“I won’t listen to you, at least in the way you are used to unless you use your safe phrase.”
“What’s the safe phrase?”
“If you want me to stop you’ll recite Romans 6:23,” he says authoritatively.
I gasp, and then, both start laughing, almost choking.
“I joke, I joke,” he says out of breath. “What about the word ‘Caribe’?”
“Oh… yes, that’s better,” I smile.
I grab my phone and text Mia, saying that all is good and I’ll text back in two hours. As I put the phone back in the purse, I lie to Ben saying that I won’t need to text again, keeping some cards in my sleeve, I guess.
“When do we start?” I say finally, still more doubtful than I’d like to be.
“What about now? Come here and open my zipper.”
I don’t really know what I was expecting, but going directly to his crotch seems over the top. I hesitate, considering if I should finish this before it ever starts. Ultimately, I decide to give it a try.
I walk slowly towards him and bent just enough to reach his pants. I pull the fabric pinching it with two fingers and with my other hand I open the zipper. Before I even start stepping back Ben asks me to go back to the couch and watch.
“Suck it, Pet,” he says.
Tara starts moving immediately. Artfully, she reaches into his zipper and pulls out a small, limp cock, barely showing at all. She puts her hand in his pants and seems to be massaging his balls as she grabs his tip in her lips and starts sucking. His dick starts growing almost immediately as if she was blowing a balloon instead. I mentally chuckle at the comparison and suddenly realize it had been a very long time since I had a man. A few seconds in, his dick looks large and gorgeous and I feel my panties wetting under my skin.
As Tara continues the blowjob I can’t separate my eyes from it. His flesh coming in and out of her rapidly moving head, completely disappearing when all the way down, bright, wet, and impressive when she’s right at the tip.
“Grab that butt plug and put it in her ass,” Ben says nonchalantly pointing to a black back next to me.
I grab the toy and walk towards Tara, surprising myself at how I can’t keep my eyes off of them.
Her hips are high and her legs are slightly open, her holes totally exposed to me. I’m sure I blush, as I’ve never fooled with a woman before.
“Suck it first and make sure is wet. We wouldn’t want to hurt her.” Ben chuckles. “Don’t worry, it’s clean and disinfected.”
Again I hesitate, but no, I didn’t want to hurt her, and although I’d never played with my butt, even I understand the need for lube.
As I move the plug close to my mouth, and I start opening it, I question if this isn’t like super-sized for a butt plug, and wonder how it is going to get into that tiny hole.
My tongue touches it first, tentatively, afraid of what a nasty taste it would have. It turns out, it’s a bit rubbery, but condoms are much worse. Slowly, I put it all inside, realizing how far it holds my jaw open, and I twirl my tongue around it and get as sloppy as I can to make sure it’s wet enough. I then realize, as I watch them, that I’m putting it in and out of my mouth, just like Tara with his cock. The toy is drenched enough, I decide, and so are my panties.
I grab the base between my fingers as if it was a syringe, unsure what’s the proper method, and put the thin end on Tara’s ass. She reflexively clenches, but then immediately relaxes. I actually like that. I start pushing in, softly, realizing that I will need to apply quite a bit of pressure if I want to make anyway. So I start pushing harder, and harder. Slowly, the skin around her hole stretches and starts sliding on the rubbery surface, opening and wrapping it as it goes. It doesn’t appear this gives Tara any discomfort. I reach a point where the toy is almost at its widest, and it seems it won’t go any further. I keep it in place, not letting it slide out but afraid of pushing harder. Then, to my surprise, Tara starts pushing her butt back, and all I have to do is hold my position to see how the plug is finally engulfed and swipes in with a swoop. Tara’s head slows down for just an instant, and I hear her moan.
“Come here,” Ben says. “On your knees.”
I kneel down next to Ben’s leg. Tara’s head is only a few inches from me, and so is his cock. I lick my lips, my hands start pulling up my skirt.
“Hands on your knees,” Ben orders simply.
That makes me self-conscious about what I was about to do, so it comes easy to just rest my hands on my legs. Keeping them there is harder, and I notice my fingers are folding, my nails scratching my skin.
I swallow, my lips open slightly and I’m breathing through my mouth. Tara, relentless, continues working on Ben’s cock. Finally, Ben pulls Taras’a hair, moving her away. He grabs his cock and in a couple of strokes, it starts throbbing and spitting cum on Tara’s open mouth and around her face and chest.
I look at Ben’s eyes, unaware of how much disappointment my face is currently betraying.
“Clean it,” he says, indicating his now limp but still engorged member with his head.
I gulp. That wasn’t what I was aiming for.
Hesitantly, I bent over, my hands on his legs, and lick a couple of drops that stayed on his shaft. I grab the tip with my lips, and suction taking any remaining cum in my mouth. Its flavor reminds me again it had been too long since the last time. As I finish and I straighten my back, a sticky drop runs down my thigh. I search my memory, but I can’t remember ever dripping wet through my panties.
“Help her undress, Pet”, orders Ben.
Tara crawls towards me with a smile on her cum-covered face. She grabs the bottom of my shirt and locks eyes with me, before slowly pulling it out. I am not wearing a bra, so that half is done. I cover my breasts with my arms for just an instant, realizing how ridiculous that is in the current situation, so quickly I drop them down.
Tara grabs my hands and helps me up without standing up herself. As I do, she pulls my skirt down, letting it drop on my feet, and then, after waiting for a moment, does the same with my panties. Softly, she touches my ankles to move them, allowing her to grab my clothes and put them away.
Ben stands up and grabs my neck from behind, softly but firmly, and guides me toward the bedroom. Tara follows crawling closely.
I lie on the bed, worried about the mess my messy crotch will make, but compliant. Tara is instructed to climb on the bed, her cunt, also extremely wet, right above my face. Ben grabs my legs and hands them to Tara, who pulls strongly towards herself, slightly lifting my butt up.
Ben puts a wand directly on my clitoris and turns it on. The vibration makes me moan immediately, the surprise not helping the situation.
He hands Tara four balls joined by a rubber cord with a loop at the end, and a bottle I soon realize is lube. She puts some in her hand and makes sure that each of them is completely covered in it. When she’s done, Ben grabs the bottle and squirts some on my crotch, letting it slide to my ass. He starts putting a finger in, really slowly. I gasp.
“You are ok,” he says.
When the tip of his finger is in, he pulls it out and does the same with another finger, allowing this one to go deeper, then his thumb. It’s strange, not unpleasant.
“Here,”, Ben says putting the balls in my hand. “All of them, in one by one. You can do it.”
“I-“
“You can do it,” he repeats interrupting me.
I’m sure they weren’t very big, but for my virgin ass they seemed humongous. Hesitantly, maybe even trembling slightly, I grabbed the first one from the cord that joined them to the others, I put it over my ass and use my index finger to push it in. I feel similar resistance to the one I felt when pushing the plug in Tara, but now I can fill the other end too. I exhale, relax and push a little harder. The ball swoops in. I now can fill it weirdly, faintly inside of me, and I can feel the rest of them hanging out. Before I can start pushing the second one, Ben puts some more lube and gives a nod to Tara who immediately lowers her body, putting her cunt right in my mouth. Maybe that shouldn’t surprise me, being that it was so close, but it does and makes me lose my grip on the ball.
“Lick,” Ben says.
Now I can’t see him. I can only see Tara’s butt and back. I lick. Sticky, warm. The taste doesn’t surprise me as I had ‘tasted’ my own while playing with myself before. This is a bit different, but much the same. After a few testing, slow, fact-finding goes, I let my tongue slide across Tara’s sex. She moans.
Ben, puts the ball in my hand again. I have to concentrate to keep licking while I push, and sometimes it makes me lose my pace. The vibration on my clit is starting to add up, and things are starting to feel close to orgasm. The second ball passes just as the first one in, and they both feel a little more stuffy inside me, but still minimally. The vibration in the wand increases, and I take pause from licking to let a moan go, louder than I wanted it to be.
I grab the third ball as I feel more cool lube dripping down my crotch. It comes in easily, much easier than before, but now the three of them are very noticeable inside of me.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” Ben says, almost in a whisper as he increases the vibration on the wand again.
My breathing is accelerated and seems to have synced with Tara’s from what I can hear. Glad she is enjoying this, I think.
I push the last ball in my ass without much care anymore, just trying to get it done so I can concentrate in no cumming. I never thought that was something I’d ever need to focus on doing. It passes through, and Ben increases the vibration again. I try to moan, but Tara had anticipated it and she’s covering my mouth with her pussy completely. Defeated, I just find the right place for my tongue to play and keep at it.
Ben pushes two fingers inside my cunt. He keeps them at the bottom, putting pressure on the wall with my ass. He rubs, and I feel the balls moving in my gut, surprisingly pleasantly.
He puts the loop of the balls-chain in my hand.
“When the last one is out you both can cum.”
The vibration increases again, but this time much more drastically. He starts rubbing the wand as it vibrates and I feel my orgasm exploding. I hold with all I have and in a last moment of reason, I pull from the loop, balls plopping one by one making everything worse. When the last one exits me I let go and scream at Tara’s cunt as she now rubs it on my face violently while she moans.
My muscles tense. I shiver and twist as the vibration stays during the explosion of pleasure. I feel like I may have peed myself, and finally, the vibration stops.
Tara lets my legs go and throws herself back. I am exhausted and in ecstasy. My face and my crotch are both slimy messes. And I laugh. I laugh really hard.
Ben grabs my hand and sits me up
“Now, did you want to lick cum from a dick? Did you want to suck a pussy? Did you want to have balls into your as? Did you want to be told when to cum?”
“No,” I answered still smiling.
“And yet, did I force you to?”
I dress up and pick up my purse ready to leave.
As I am about to cross the door frame, I turned around smiling.
“Can I come back another day, Master?”