Chapter 4

After School 2 – Friday

Well, while Mom’s away, the cock will play. Besides, I promised I’d look after Robin. Grin. I did make a call to mom’s cell, to make sure she caught the Metroliner to D.C.

I picked up the little blonde slave on time, when the bell rang.

“Hello, Master.” She slammed the door. As I pulled away, she was shimmying out of her shorts. She showed me a wet pussy. “May I suck on your cock, Master?”

I pulled over to the side of the road, unzipped my trousers, and fisted my cock. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. Just remember the rules.”

“Could you slap my face, to help me remember? Please?”

“Do you need a reminder, slave?”

“Not really, Master. But I like to feel you, um, forcing me to service your cock. Slapping me, or your hand on the back of my head forcing me to take you deeper.” She looked at me with such an expression of blonde, blue-eyed innocence as she talking about servicing my cock.

I couldn’t resist. SLAP, on her left cheek. Then SLAP, backhand on the other side of her face. Only medium hard.

“Now, SUCK, bitch.” I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her over the center console. “When I grasp your neck, that’s a signal for you to suck.”

She put her knees on the passenger seat and found my cock with her lips. “Tongue first, little slut. Have you forgotten everything?” I grabbed her hair, near the scalp, and pulled her off me, a little. Her pink tongue slid out and washed the knob of my dick. Then I pushed her down onto my cock – it was only blowjob deep.

“Put these in your ears.” I gave her a pair of earbuds that were connected to a CD player. I had made a special download for the little slave girl. There was a slow, soft jazz recording, and behind that I spoke quietly. ‘You do love master’s cock. You love to take it deep. You love to make love to his balls with your mouth.’ And so on. I didn’t have any experience with subliminal programming, but I did want to have this little bitch obeying.

I gave her the whole trip to my condo, with the slow, in, out, conditioning fuck. We got to the parking garage and I brought her back to full consciousness.

You can’t walk the halls of the condo building with your pussy hanging out. Put this on.” I retrieved a ‘Go Raiders’ t-shirt from the back and tossed it to her. It was mine, so it was an XL, and would cover her to mid-thigh.

“You got a Raiders shirt for me?” The Raiders were her high school team. She sniffed the t. “I can smell you on the shirt ... I love it, Master!”

I got out of the SUV and walked toward the elevators. She took a second to put her shorts into the backpack and then trotted after me. She latched onto my arm and rubbed her face against me.

“Girl, no public displays. I will be in jail faster then you can suck a cum from me, if somebody sees it.”

She planted a quick kiss against my shoulder and took a step to the side. “Yes, sir. I don’t want that. No siree.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby, and two little old ladies got on. “Hello, ladies. This is my sister’s little girl. She’s in eighth grade. Say hello, Robin. I’m looking after her while her mom is on a business trip. This is Miss Elmore and Mrs. Hawkins. They’re sisters and live on the fourth floor.”

Robin showed her white, shiny teeth and smiled at the ladies. “Hiya. I’m glad Uncle Bill can pick me up after school. I don’t want to be, like, alone until mom comes back from the city. We just moved into town. We’re, like, over in Washington Township, now.”

“That’s not so far, is it, Lou?” said Miss Elmore.

All the while she was talking to the ladies, Robin was fiddling with the hem at the back of her t shirt, showing me her pretty little ass and wiggling it like a cat waiting to be petted.

The ladies got off on the fourth floor, while we went up one more. I pushed Robin against the elevator wall and lifted the t up in back. SWAT. SWAT. I gave her one on each ass cheek. “You are such a naughty bitchling.”

“I didn’t get you arrested, did I, Master?” The elevator door opened with a soft chime.

“Now get in the apartment, get naked, and touch your head to your knees.” I sent her off with a firm swat on her ass, again.

“Do I get the key, Master?” I tossed the keys to her. She caught them with a saucy grin and scampered down the hall. She whispered, “I can still feel your spunk sliding around in my mouth ... Sir!” She smiled and showed me her tongue.

She opened the door and it closed behind her while I was walking down the hall. When I got inside, I was greeted with a naked blonde ass, he hair touching the floor as she bent over, looking at me through her knees.

“Time for you to learn a new skill, slave. This time, the slave will not stroke me with her mouth. No in, out. Just keep me in your mouth, blowjob depth. Now suck and nurse on my cock. Keep your tongue busy ... Do you remember the first rule?” She nodded ‘yes.’ The second rule is: if the cock in your mouth is hard, show your love of the cock until it is soft. If the cock in your mouth is soft, worship it until it gets hard and cums ... Do you understand?” She nodded ‘yes’ again, and showed some enthusiasm by sucking my cock and working her tongue more actively.

She started moaning quietly, and moved her hand to her pussy.

“NO!” I said sharply, and accompanied it by a SLAP on the side of her face. “That is MY pussy, and I won’t have you touching it. Her head rocked on my dick, but she kept it in her mouth. I reached back and slapped her ass, twice, once on each cheek.

“I’ll overlook it this time, but if I ever see that kind of behavior, I will slap your ass ‘til you can’t sit for a week. Are we clear?”

“Sorry, master,” she mumbled around the cock in her mouth.

“I don’t want to hear ‘sorry’ ever again. When you are supposed to be making me feel good by nursing on my cock, I don’t want you to do anything but pleasuring me.”

She snaked her little hand into my pants and found my balls. Her hand was warm on my eggs as she fondled them.

I let her nurse on the cock for more than a few minutes. I squeezed a little harder on the back of her neck. “Suck, now girl. More blowjob and less gentle nursing.” My hand slipped from her neck and tangled in her long platinum hair. I pulled her face up and then slammed it down on my shaft. It mashed into the back of her mouth.

“Grakk,” she grunted. I liked the sound of that. I did it again and again.

“Suck, bitch.”

“Grakk ... Grakk ... Grakk.”

“Feel the balls, little cocksucker. I’m cumming!” I could feel her warm little hand on my nuts as I pulsed four strong spurts into her mouth. I pushed down on her head. She sucked, and didn’t lose a drop of my thick milk. She suck and swallowed ... several times.

She worked her tongue like a little puppy and then swallowed one last time. Then she grabbed a breath.

“All clean, slave?” She nodded. I pulled on her hair and broke the seal. “Sit up.”

“Aww. It’s so nice holding your balls, Master.”

“Reasonably good, slave.” I gave her two hard SMACKS on each cheek. She was pale on her ass, never having had the opportunity to lay out naked. The tan line started about a few inches above the curve of her cheeks. “But I said naked. That would include your sneakers. Do you remember how I complimented your legs? Now take off your shoes and get up on your toes.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” She reached down and untied the laces. I gave her two more SMACKS on the ass. They were starting to pink up nicely. We’ll work on red soon enough. The smacks were hard enough to knock her off balance, and she put her hands on the floor in front of her.

“DO NOT APOLOGIZE, SLAVE. ‘Yes, sir,’ is enough. If you apologize, I’ll think you did something wrong. Not that you omitted something you didn’t know. Now you know that naked means take off everything.”

She grabbed a chair to hold on to and kicked off the offending sneakers. Then she got up onto her toes, still looking at me through her legs. She huffed out a breath and I noticed how nicely her legs took shape.

“Are you comfortable, on your toes, like that?”

“Not...” she stopped herself. “If you ask me to do it, I’ll do it if I can, Master. It doesn’t matter if I’m comfortable or not.”

“Good answer, little red ass.” I took a step forward and grasped her around the middle with one arm. With the other, I paddled her ass, with a series of strokes that left an imprint of my hand on her cheeks. “I think I like this position,” I said, continuing the paddling. “Widen your stance, slave.”

She rocked from side to side as she moved one leg then the other. “That’s wide enough.” I slipped my thumb into her rectum and curled my fingers through her labia and stretched up to find her clit. She gasped at my intrusion, and then wiggled her legs wider when I diddled her clit.

“Mmm. Ooo.” She moaned. She tightened her ass and slid it back against my hand. “Master? I haven’t washed since I went to the bathroom after lunch.”

“You’ll have to clean my thumb then, won’t you?”

“Yes, Master. If it pleases you, I’ll do it.” I guess that was her way of saying ‘But I don’t want to suck your dirty thumb.’

“On your knees, slave. Crawl into the bedroom. Remember to keep your toes pointed.”

I walked slowly to the spare bedroom and retrieved some things from the ‘toy closet.’ Striding into the master bedroom, I motioned to the bed. “Sit. Put these on.” I tossed her a pair of ballet slippers of a sort. They were modified by a rod along the bottom that could be tightened, increasing the bend of her arch. In the loosest position, as they were now, they were a comfortable arch, but of course you couldn’t walk on them. There was a rod along the sole of the foot.

I pushed her onto her back and lifted a foot. “I don’t want to hear ‘If it pleases you, I’ll do it’ right now. I’m not trying to cripple you, I want a straight answer.” She nodded a ‘yes.’ I began to tighten the screw, and it forced her arch to bend and her forced her toes into an exaggerated position. “Tell me if it hurts.”

I tightened the screw until she finally said, “Too much, Master.” I loosened the screw and she finally said, “Okay.” I put a drop of nail polish on the screw to mark it’s position.

Then I repeated the procedure on her other foot. Interestingly, it was a half-turn less.