Page 23 of The Word Master

Nancy nodded her head. “I’m sorry… Master.”

I took her chin in the cup of my hand and lifted her face to mine and then kissed her with such a ferocity of passion and desire that she reeled back before the force of me. Her bottom pressed against the edge of a counter and she bowed her back like a tree bending before a gale. I dominated her, overpowered her. Her lips were soft, her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against the hardness of my cock so she understood my need.

I felt Nancy’s hands go to my shoulders but that was not what I wanted. I trapped her wrist and pushed it down between our bodies. “Rub my cock,” I hissed.

Nancy’s hand came alive. I felt her tugging at my belt with desperate fingers while my own hand forced her dress off her shoulders and unsnapped the clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out, the flesh of her soft and warm, the nipples delicate as rosebuds. I dipped my head and sucked her into my mouth. Nancy started to sway on her feet. She reached down inside my jeans. I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft and she made a soft little sound of delight.

Nancy’s nipple swelled between my lips. I pushed the dress all the way down over her hips and then turned her around so that she was folded over the kitchen counter.

Nancy spread her legs. I tugged her panties aside and pressed the swollen tip of my cock against the slick wetness of her pussy. She clenched her hands into fists. I pushed my palm into the middle of her back, pinning her to the cool countertop, and with my other hand I slowly guided myself deep inside her.

The grip of Nancy’s pussy was like a velvety glove. Her body went rigid. I threw my head back and growled as her muscles pulsed and rippled around me. For a long moment I was satisfied just to be inside her. Nancy slowly relaxed. She was hot and tight. My cock tingled with arousal. I eased myself back and then slowly filled her again, thrusting with my hips until our bodies were locked together.

Nancy whimpered. Her hands fisted and then relaxed as though keeping time with the clench and release of her pussy. I thrust into her again and her whole body rocked.

“This is for me,” my breath rasped ragged in my throat. “You are not to come!”

Nancy twisted her head round, aghast. Her mouth was open, her lips inflamed and swollen from the smolder of my kisses. She saw the look in my eyes – recognized instantly that I was not to be questioned. She wrenched her eyes tightly shut as though to restrain herself would take all of her will.

I plunged myself into Nancy’s pussy, balanced on the balls of my feet, my weight slamming back and forth as the rhythm of passion rose to a frenetic crescendo. Nancy met each thrust with desire and desperation, driving me deeper inside her. Her legs began to tremble, and the sound of our bodies slamming together was like a beat beneath the rasp of our sawing breaths.

I felt myself swelling. I felt the hardness of me become an ache. I reeled away on the brink of exploding and Nancy fell instinctively to her knees. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed me as the first pinwheels of blinding light detonated behind my eyes. I felt myself lunge forward and then a tremor ran down my legs and I snatched for the counter. My cock pulsed, and then pulsed again. Nancy made soft moaning sounds as my come spilled across her lips and she swallowed like she was dying of thirst.

Everything came back to me through a haze. Sound seemed muted, and my vision was blurred. I could feel myself gasping for breath and the deep heave of my chest. I shook my head to clear my senses.

Nancy was still on her knees before me. She was licking her fingers, her eyes enormous and somehow soulful with satisfaction. Her face was lifted to mine expectantly.

“You did well,” I admitted grudgingly. She had done very well.

“Thank you. Master,” she said softly.

“Did you come?”

She shook her head. I believed her. I nodded. “Good girl. I know it might seem unreasonable, but I am not a selfish man. You will get your orgasm and many more… tomorrow.”

Nancy accepted my decision, but she didn’t understand. I could see that in the flicker behind her eyes. I lifted her to her feet.

“The first thing you must learn is that to submit means surrender and sacrifice. You forsake your own sexual needs and you commit yourself to the giving of pleasure. By doing that with enthusiasm and passion, so you are rewarded by receiving pleasure. Does that make sense?”

Nancy nodded slowly. Maybe there had been a better way of explaining. “For now, I want you to understand you must give in order to receive, Nancy. This whole thing stopped being about you when we were driving here tonight.” As I said the words her face darkened as though she was recalling her humiliation on the street corner. “From now on, it’s about serving your Master. Dedicate yourself to that completely – and trust me.”

I fastened my jeans and scooped up my car keys. Nancy looked crestfallen. She stood amongst the tangle of her clothes with her hands clasped before her.

“Are… are you leaving, Master?” she asked in a tremulous breath.

“Yes,” I said. “I will be back tomorrow.”

She started to ask another question – it was right on the tip of her tongue. She saw the warning glare in my eyes and bit down on the words.

Better!

“I will come back tomorrow night,” I said without telling her a time. I wanted her waiting. “And when I arrive, you had better be wet… and rested, because you won’t be getting much sleep.”

Chapter 23.

As I drove back to my apartment, I tried to avoid over analyzing the events of the night. Hindsight and insightful reflection are the things best left to great minds and non-fiction authors. I was just a guy trying to find happiness. My journey through life had been filled with unexpected diversions and questionable decisions. I worked on the theory that if I made a hundred choices and got fifty-one of them right, I was doing a little better than the average guy.

As far as philosophies go it was thin – I know, but that’s how I reconcile some of the more stupid things I had done in the past.

Deciding to train Nancy as my submissive was the kind of choice I was likely to regret, but not in a way that would impact my life. The stakes weren’t high – it either worked, or it was a flaming disaster that exploded in a fireball.

My money was on the latter.

When I got back to my apartment I was wide awake.

I settled down with an Alistair Maclean adventure novel, and suddenly I remembered April’s German girlfriend, Renata, and her intui

tive suggestion that my own life up until now had been an adventure story tinged with tragedy. I thought about that…

Tragedy.

I grunted. Everyone has dark secrets – terrible moments of utter despair and devastation. I buried my skeletons deep: so deep they could never rise to the surface…

I opened a beer and read the old book from cover to cover before daylight started creeping through a crack in the window curtains, and my body finally craved sleep.

When I woke it was late afternoon…

…and I was screaming through a nightmare.

Chapter 24.

I arrived out front of Nancy’s apartment at 7pm and sat comfortably in the silence while I waited for ten minutes before entering the building.

Domination is all about the details.

When most people are expecting visitors, the way Nancy was expecting me, they would naturally anticipate me to arrive on the hour – 7pm, 8pm… maybe 9pm. By sitting in the car for ten minutes I was waiting long enough for her to give up hope that I would arrive at 7pm, and start anticipating my arrival at the next hour.

I wanted her off balance. I wanted her to feel like she could never predict my actions, my mood, or my motivation. Her submission relied on us building a bond of trust, and on her surrendering all sense of control.

Like I said, domination is in the details, and it’s something I have given a lot of thought to over my years in the lifestyle. A Master can’t expect to make sweeping changes to a submissive’s personality immediately. Submission is like the drip effect – change needs to be gradual and consistent. It needs to be relentless, and yet in such small increments that the submissive’s world is not completely torn apart – her life needs to be dismantled and rebuilt in manageable stages. I had shocked and shaken Nancy the night before. Now the process began to transform her – to entice her to embrace her submissive side completely.

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