“Do I have to call you Lolita in here? May I call you Lynn?'
She bit her lips, but then gave up and burst out laughing, and it was a marvelous sound, one I'd never heard before. She sat down on the bed and pulled me down beside her. Her eyes crinkled shut with merriment. “Oh, please don't call me Lolita any more! I want you to call me Lynn in private, except when you're controlling me and then you can call me all the vile, degrading names you can think of. If you like, you can use my middle name as well, you know, to show me you're serious.'
“What is it?” I asked.
“Alexandra,” she smiled. “Do you like it?'
“Yes, it's really you,” I told her. “It's as special as you are.'
Her mouth dropped open and she blushed. “Well, thank you, Jane. Now, I'll let you get ready. When shall I come back?'
“Give me 15 minutes. I expect you to knock and wait, and when I open the door, I want you on your knees.'
Lynn lowered her eyes. “Yes, Major. Whatever you say.” With a nod, she got up and left the room.
I stood in the middle of the room and took a few deep breaths. The window treatments were all closed but I cracked the blinds for a peek outside. All I could see was some lush, dark vegetation and a corner of the pool, which was lit now that darkness was falling. I walked around the room and turned the bed down. In the bathroom I found towels, tissues, whatever we might need as things heated up. I opened my briefcase and dressed. It felt odd wearing the costume away from the club, but I checked myself in the mirror as usual, laid out some toys and waited.
When she knocked, I opened the door and found her not on her knees but flat on her belly. Acceptable.
“Crawl on in, sub, and let me see your ass MOVE!” I helped her along with a shove of my boot in the crack of her butt.
She grunted with pleasure at the touch. “Mmmm,” she moaned, and stopped in the center of the room.
“You think you're hot shit, with your fancy house and your expensive clothes, but underneath you're nothing but a slut with a sloppy twat. Show me how glad you are to see me, cunt.'
She grabbed my ankles and licked my boots in a frenzy. She was no longer in her house, but moving into sub-space, where she belonged. And where, no doubt, she was happiest.
“That's good, Lynn. Good girl. But I still think you need a spanking for being such an elitist little snob.” I looked over at my equipment. The paddle.
“Bend over the bed with your ass in the air. I want you to count and thank me. Then I'm gonna fuck you up the ass with a nice fat dildo. I love to get off while you're screaming.'
“Oh, please don't hurt me,” she whimpered as she got into position. But we both knew how much she loved it.
“Shut up, bitch,” I warned her, and I let fly with the paddle, alternating cheeks.
“Jesus! Major! One!” Lynn shrieked.
“Not good enough!” I snarled and gave her another.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That's two, and thank you. Thank you!'
“Better. Keep going,” I ordered, and I took her up to twelve while I reddened her gorgeous, perfect backside with my oak paddle, the one with the holes in it for less wind resistance. She grunted and groaned and cried, clutching at the bedclothes, but she made no move to escape. She never did.
I tossed the paddle aside and stepped close so I could caress the soft skin where I had stung her. “Ready to be taken?'
“Major, Major, please,” she hissed. “Use me.'
“Be still.'
I opened my pants just enough to put a dildo into my harness. She couldn't really take a fat one up her ass, but it sounded good to her when I talked like I was gonna hurt her. I lubricated her bunghole and the dildo quite liberally, and slid in. The base would massage me to climax as fast or slowly as I pleased while she writhed and screamed on the other end.
Once in place, I began to drive and grind into her sore, hot fanny. She groaned and pushed back, willing to take more.
“I'm gonna split you in half, you mean little fuck,” I told her. “I'm gonna come so hard you're gonna think a bomb went off up your ass.'
“God, yes, do me hard. Come all over me,” she moaned.
“You're lucky it's what I want, or I'd just leave you here with a butt plug in you and your clit on fire,” I informed her, and so saying, I reached around and grabbed her for emphasis.
“Please! Please!” she groaned.
“Should I gag you so the neighbors won't hear?” I wondered aloud.
“Not yet, please, not yet, Major. I mean, they can't hear, but do what you want,” she clarified, bouncing around as much as I would let her. “Oh, God, plow me! Do me! Jesus fucking Christ!” She carried on like absolute street trash.
“I love fucking your tight little ass. You won't be able to sit down for a week when I'm through,” I threatened. “Oh, baby, I'm coming. Wanna feel me come?'
“Drill me! Do it to me! I want it so bad!” Lynn pleaded.
“Unnggghhh! Ahhhh! Uhhhhhh!” I grunted harshly as I came to make it better for her, to make her feel more used, and to make myself sound meaner. As a matter of fact, I hate dildoes. I don't feel male, don't want to be male, don't want to be perceived as male and don't think they come any better equipped than I do. But so many women who play at D/s seem to want this, so it was my job to learn to accommodate them, and I did it pretty well. So many women who had been hurt by men, or were afraid they would be, or both, still wanting to be fucked with a phallus. It drove them wild, and they didn't get hurt. Who am I to argue with success?
I pulled out and flipped her over on her back where she wiggled like a bug with all its legs in the air. “I need to come! I need to come!” she was screaming.
“If and when I get good and ready,” I panted.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screeched.
I slapped her. “Shut up, Lynn. Don't you dare tell me what to do.'
She moaned. I doubt she even felt it, but she subsided and watched me. “What are you gonna do to me?” she asked thickly.
I was changing to a large, gel-filled dildo that I knew she could take from the front, and that she would like. It would get warm and feel almost real to her. “I'm gonna have you the way I want. I don't do this for you. I don't care if you come. If it were up to me, you'd eat me till I explode and I'd leave you writhing on the floor. Now spread for me. Nice and wide.'
Her legs flopped apart like a rag doll's and she reached for me. As the false organ slid in, she arched and made a sound deep in her throat. Her hands clutched at my ass and drew me in, and even though I was a little sensitive from my previous orgasm, it felt good. I kicked her legs further apart with my boots and settled in hard and deep.
“Slow, baby. Nice and slow. I want you to wait,” I told her, and I kissed her, for the first time that day.
Even though I had fucked her hard and rough, our kiss was gentle. I explored her with my tongue and I could feel her sucking me in, so deeply. I moaned with happiness. This was what I had really wanted all along. I wanted to be nice to her, but at the same time, I knew that didn't work for her. It wasn't what she wanted.
“Lynn, you sleazy little fuck. You're such an easy lay. You're so weak,” I breathed in her ear as I moved in her pussy, ever so slowly.
“I. Need. To. Come,” she grunted, trying to press up against me.
But she didn't move me. And it wasn't that I was so much bigger and stronger than she. Lynn was a lot stronger than most of the women I ever did. She chose to be passive, but it was definitely her choice. Yet, I hoped another strong woman was exactly what she wanted, because she was exactly what I needed.
“Ohhh, Major,” she breathed. “You're so demanding and selfish. You're so totally brutal.'
Great, I thought. If this wasn't the most ironic screw of my life, I didn't know what was.
“Move, bitch,” I ordered. “Make me come.'
She began to thrust and writhe under me, using all her strength. I didn't expect her to do all that work for us;
