Waiter, part 5
That night she used me for her pleasure in a way
she never had before. Gone was the tentative power-play where she catered to my
kinky desires. Tonight was about her. She was in charge.
“Doggies don’t need clothes.” She announced as
soon as we were in the door, and roughly removed mine. There was no seduction
in this act. It was quick and perfunctory. When she was done she threw them in
the trash. Um, was I getting those back after this?
“You look naked without a collar. What a perv.
I’ll need to get you one, you naughty little bitch.”
That word…
“Sit.” She commanded. I kneeled, sitting on my
heels.
“Arf arf,” I interjected, raising my hands into
begging dog position.
“Shut up, bitch! You’re not being rewarded.
You’ve been bad, remember?”
“Sorry Master,” I said, looking down in penance.
“Doggies don’t talk, they obey!” she spat,
suddenly slapping me across the right cheek.
Slap!
I was shocked. It stung. A lot.
“You surprised, little doggie? Good. Don’t get
used to it. I like hurting you. But I want to see that confused look of pain
and betrayal on your face. Never lose that.”
Holy fuck! Were we lying all the card on the
table? I didn’t have any idea.
Just then she lifted the hem of her short, black
velvet dress, exposing herself. She was definitely not wearing underwear. She
never went out bare. He must have taken her underwear after all. Plus
she was totally shaved. She hated that. Said it felt demeaning,
patriarchal. Made her look like a porn star. He must have told her to do
it. Or else she voluntarily wanted to present herself to him like
that. I didn’t know which was more humiliating.
Kindra placed a hand on the back of my head,
grasping the hair painfully, and slowly pushed my face against her vulva. She
moved her hips back and forth, smearing secretions from her very wet labia
against my cheeks, nose, eyes. It was more purposeful than sexy. And it
couldn’t have been stimulating her clit. She was making a statement. She was
marking me.
“You’ve been a bad doggie. I’m rubbing your nose
in it. Let the shame sink in. Take a deep sniff. That’s the smell of your
Master. Recognize and obey.”
She yanked my head back.
“Look at you. So pathetic. Covered in my juices.
As happy as could be. You’re a little bitch. You know that, right?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“You like being a beta male?”
That phrase… I
nodded again, reluctantly, ashamed.
“Good. Now follow me.”
She pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down,
lifting her skirt up again.
“Now I know you doggies like to lick your Master
to get their scent. So lick away. And don’t stop until I say so.”
I walked over on all fours and began carefully
licking her labia. Kindra let key skirt fall over my head. I was in the dark.
She couldn’t see me. I was merely servicing her. Fulfilling my function.
She began directing me. Lick here, now there,
deeper, harder, faster, gentler, in a circular motion. She had never given
me such guidance before. She had been awkward about it. Silent. Now she
wouldn’t stop talking. Calling me a beta bitch, a good doggie. Pathetic.
It was humiliating but I was so turned on. When I started touching myself,
though, she smacked me in the head, hard.
“You will follow orders and nothing more! Your
pleasure is not your concern. It is mine. I will let you know when I think you
should have any. If it were up to me you wouldn’t enjoy this at all. But I know
I can’t count on that, you little pervert.”
Her first orgasm had come fast. But she kept me
going. Now she wanted me to go slowly. My jaw felt sore as the minutes passed.
Kindra snapped my head back as her second orgasm
came and she slapped me fiercely across the face, moaning loudly. My ears rung.
What had the been for? Then Kindra walked over to the bed and flopped
down. Her legs over the edge.
“Much better. I was getting tired. Crawl over
here, puppy, and keep up your task.”
I complied.
She came three to five more times – I lost count
– before releasing me.
“Wow! That felt good. Curl up there at the side
of the bed. Let’s take a nap. You deserve it, you good little doggie.”
Kindra laid down fully on the bed and fell
asleep almost immediately. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. I was
also incredible horny. I considered taking the couch. I considered going to the
bathroom and masturbating. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to disobey her. So I
curled up in a fetal position right there and tried to sleep.
I didn’t think I would find any rest. Frantic
thoughts kep running through my head. What did she know? What had I
become? Did this mean I had lost her or that I hadn’t? What did she know
that I knew? Was that sex? It was more sex than we’d had in a while. Since he
had entered the picture. Perhaps it was better than nothing. Perhaps it was
better than everything?
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I awoke to a kiss being planted on my cheek.
“Hey sweety. I love you! That’s so cute that you
actually napped right there. You’re so dedicated. God! It was so fucking
hot!…Right?”
“It was amazing,” I said wistfully.
Slap!
“Doggies don’t talk!”
I looked down in shame and confusion.
“Aww, just kidding! Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” She
giggled then pulled my face up to hers and kissed it gently, lovingly. “Forgive
me?”
“Of course, my lo-”
Slap!
“Stupid bitch! Don’t fucking talk and
don’t fucking call me yours. You’re mine, not the other way around.
Understand?”
I stared at her with fear and devotion in my
eyes and nodded. She smiled wickedly.
She giggled.
“Aww, no, I’m really sorry. I’m so naughty.
Sorry, I guess I was just still caught up in the moment. Forgive me?”
I just nodded.
“Fuck! I’m so bad. I love that look of terror
and confusion on your face. Does that make me evil?”
I shook my head vigorously.
“But what if I want to be evil? How would I do
that?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair, mischief in her voice
and a smirk on her face.
I stared, uncertain.
“Sit here on the bed with me, honey,” she said,
patting the spot next to her.
I complied.
“I really am sorry. You don’t hate me, do you?”
I shook my head.
“No no, you really can speak! I promise.”
She hugged me to her. The velvet of her dress
felt scintillating against my cold, naked skin. Kindra’s left hand began
caressing my thigh.
“I love you,” she breathed in my ear.
Her hand moved to my genitals. My penis began to
harden, tentatively. She gave it a few strokes until it was fully erect. Then
the hand began gently caressing my still sore testicles. It felt amazing.
“Tell me how it was for you,” she whispered.
“…It was like…metamorphosis. I felt like an
entirely different person. Like not even a person. I was fulfilled in my
service to you.”
“Go on,” Kindra purred into my ear, bringing her
other hand around my body to grasp my shaft and slowly tease it. “Tell me, were
you frustrated by not getting release?”
“Yes, it was agony.”
She pumped faster.
“Do you want release now?”
She began squeezing my balls in pulses while
stroking my cock.
“Fuck! God. Yes.”
She clamped down on my testicles and squeezed
with all her might.
“Ahhh! Ow ow ow. Ease up, ease up.”
She didn’t ease up. On the contrary, she kept
her grasp firm, repositioned to face me, and used her free hand to slap me.
Slap!
“How fucking stupid are you, you beta bitch?!
Like seriously how many times can I fool you before you get it? I don’t give a
shit how you felt. I don’t care about your ‘metamorphosis’ or any other idiotic
garbage your brain generates to justify this to itself. You aren’t a person to
me, you are a loyal dog that lets me beat it. Comprehend?”
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.
She began laughing. Joyously. Smile wide. She
moved her face towards mine and I flinched. This caused her to laugh even
harder. She pressed her lips to corner of my eye and sucked in the tear that
had formed.
Which just caused me to whimper and start crying
in earnest.
“Ohh, shh shh, it’s okay,” Kindra cooed. She
began licking my face as the tears came. “I love these tears. They let me know
I’m evil. I am evil, right?”
I nodded, trying to blink my vision back into
focus.
“Good, good,” she breathed into my ear, “that’s
all I wanted to hear.”
She began caressing my hair with one hand. Her
other was squeezing my balls. Sometimes painfully, sometimes gently.
“All these times we played these games, it was
all about you and your sick desires, you know?”
I nodded.
“I was never really in charge. I was your
servant. But somehow imagining you as a doggie let me finally take the reins,
you know?”
I nodded. She squeezed hard on my poor
testicles.
“It felt so good. I was so confident. I finally
knew what it meant to focus on myself and my pleasure. To the exclusion of
yours. To the nullification of your pleasure. Of your personhood… Well, the
nullification of your agency, at least..”
Here she began stroking my cock again, which had
gone soft in all the confusion and pain.
“Because it meant so much to me that I was above
you as a person. You weren’t just a sex toy, some object, you know? You
were my pet. My degraded boyfriend. You had lost so much to me. Willingly gave
it. God! This is getting me hot!” She stroked me faster. “I guess it’s
good for you, too.”
Without warning Kindra swung her leg over my lap
and straddled me, guiding my now erect penis inside of her. It felt hot in
there and incredibly slick. We usually needed lube. Not today. We always
used condoms. Not today.
Kindra lifted and lowered herself in slow,
gentle rhythms. She held my face with both hands, tilting it up so I had to
meet her gaze. Tears were still occasionally falling down my cheeks as she
slowly fucked me.
“Shh, shh, don’t cry anymore, little doggie,”
she said, wiping away my tears. “This feels nice, right?”
I nodded.
Slap!
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You know I don’t care
about your pleasure, though. It doesn’t matter anymore. Your pain turns me on,
now.”
I whimpered.
“God! That sound thrills me, too!” She began
grinding into me harder, faster. My pelvis bone started to hurt. She pulled my
face, – hot and slick with tears – into her cleavage.
“Maybe I’ll let you come in me.”
I tried to pull away, to shake my head, but she
held me firm. There wasn’t a condom! Had she forgotten?
“Shh, shh, you can’t get away. You’re mine. I’ll
make you impregnate me…That’s your biggest fear, right? Yeah. Maybe I stopped
taking my birth control weeks ago…would you have noticed?” Her quick, steady
rhythm continued. I was terrified. Was it true? I tried to pull away.
She just wrapped her legs under mine and held me tighter. She was so strong.
“Shh, shh, that’s right. Maybe you should have
let me teach you judo? Now I’m going to make you knock me up and you can’t stop
me.”
I didn’t want this…Or I wanted it more than
anything? I was hers. I wanted to serve her in any way she demanded. But that
was just the hormones talking. This would definitely feel like a huge mistake
after I came down. Yet I still wanted it.
She tried to finish me off with hard, deep
thrusts.
“Come now. Come for me baby. Give me what I
want. Knock me up. Lose yourself. Lose. Lose. Lose, my little pathetic bitch.”
At the word bitch I couldn’t hold it in.
I cried out, shooting torrents deep into her. I released an agonized moan. At
that, she ground into my pelvis even harder and started shaking and
shouting. The fingers of one hand dug into my back painfully while the other
pulled my hair mercilessly.
“Yes, yes, yes! I own you! Ahhh! Fuck! You’re so
pathetic. You bitch, ahh!, pathetic beta, ahh!, my bitch. Ohhh…”
With that she slumped into me and took deep,
slow breaths. Minutes passed.
“Ahhh, wow, okay. Woo. Doggie mode over. Thank
you sweety.”
Kindra lifted herself off my lap and gently
pushed me over onto the bed. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before
sitting back up, straddling my torso.
“I am on birth control, of course.” Then
Kindra reached a hand down, inserted a finger into her vagina and pulled it
back out in a hook shape. A sizable glob of warm, white goo plopped down onto
my stomach.
“But you can never be too careful.” She wiped
her finger through the mess. There was some red blood mixed in. She looked at
it admiringly. “My period always makes me so horny. Care for a taste?” She
extended her messy finger to my moth.
A taste was the last thing I wanted. I was
coming down from sex madness and the idea of putting that in my mouth disgusted
me. But I was also afraid. Kindra had said the role-play was over, again,
but I couldn’t trust Kindra anymore. And I didn’t have the endorphins to
protect me if she hit me. I had to do as she asked. I opened my mouth
compliantly. She put her finger right in and I wrapped my lips around it and
sucked it clean.
“Hehe, that tickles. Hey! You’ll never eat your
cum. I like this….Wait, you’re not still afraid of me, are you?”
I shook my head. It probably wasn’t convincing.
“No…no. I’m… gosh, I can’t say I’m sorry
anymore and be believed, can I? I don’t know what took hold of me. I
thought…you wanted this? But no, was it all just for me? I’m not really evil.
Am I?”
I shook my head.
“Shit!…” Then she started crying, just
a little, quietly, shoulders shaking, face in her hands. “I…fucked everything
up didn’t I? I traumatized you. I’m such a fucking idiot! I destroyed your
trust in me. Which was hot in the moment, but…fuck! I never should have let
myself go like that. I was too unrestrained. Too free. I even used your biggest
fear against you. What the hell is wrong with me!? Am I a monster?”
She was sobbing harder now. This sounded real. I
put an arm around her.
“Look, Kindra…” No slap? “…Kindra, it’s
fine. It was, um, intense, but it’ll be okay. It was a lot of fun.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean it.”
Kindra sniffled a few times and wiped her face
in her palms. She looked up at me.
“You’re too good for me.”
“No, my Master is the best.”
She laughed. “Don’t even joke about that right
now. But it was good?”
“So good.” I kissed her cheek.
Her cheek was…totally dry? I pulled back and
looked at her face. Her eyes weren’t red or shiny, her face wasn’t flush. Had
this all been a ruse?
“I love you honey. Sorry I turned evil.” She
laughed.
“It’s…okay. I love you.”
“I love you too, darling boy.”
Just then Kindra got a text. She grabbed up her
phone from the side table and turned toward me so I couldn’t read the screen.
Her face lit up with a big grin while she texted back and forth. After a
while she spoke to me.
“Okay. well, I‘m gonna go to the bar and meet up
with Yaz.”
“At Ariadne? It’s…eleven on a weekday night.”
Ariadne was more of a club than a bar. A bit seedy. Untoward things were said
to happen in the alley behind it.
“And you go to bars at 9PM? No one would be
there, silly.”
“Right…”
“Besides, we have a lot to talk about. She’s so
excited to hear about my new beta bitch.”
“Haha, oh, you’re going to tell her about that?”
“Well…sorry, I guess that is weird?… But I
already told her and I kinda tell her everything? You know? Besides I really
need to process. I still feel weird about it.”
“Of course; go have fun.”
“Thanks! You’re such a good boy. I may crash at
her place if I get too drunk.”
“Oh…okay.”
Yaz lived a mile from Ariadne in the opposite
direction. Kindra and I were only a mile and a half away to the east of the
bar. She had always walked back before. And she never got very drunk. Besides,
she was a martial arts badass. She could protect herself from creeps. What
did it mean? It had to be him, right?
Kindra went to use the bathroom. I quickly
grabbed her phone and unlocked it. Huh. It really was Yaz.
You: I
have so much to tell you! You’ll be so proud of me!
Yaz: Did you fuck the high schooler?
You: More
like he fucked my face in the bathroom of the restaurant!
Yaz: Damn, what a slut you’ve become
You: Not
long ago I would have slapped you for that, but I’ve embraced it. I love it 🙂
Yaz: You wanton whore, you
You: You
don’t even know. I’m his “bitch” 🙂
Yaz: That’s not a word I expected to see from
you
You: It
gets me hot when he says it. I feel demeaned and owned, but I like it. I’m a
bad feminist now ;P
Yaz: Nothing hotter than being bad
You: Then
he fingered me under the table right in front of the BF!
Yaz: No!
You: Yes!
Yaz: You fucking bitch. How did you get away
with that?
You: I’m
a slut ninja, baby. But that’s not even the half of it.
Yaz: Don’t keep a girl waiting.
You: Come
out to the bar?
Yaz: It’s a weekday.
You: Dax
will be there
Yaz: Your teen lover will be at a bar?
You: Gerry
at the door wants me bad. He’ll do anything I say if I sit in his lap for a
minute
Yaz: Isn’t it against your silly “code” to use
sex appeal for platonic favors?
You: I
told you. I’ve loosened up since an Alpha claimed me. I’m breaking all my own
rules.
Yaz: From prude to vixen. I guess I could make
it out for an unruly sex fiend
You: You
can be lookout for us when we go out back…
Yaz: Damn, you know what to say to a girl. But
if you start fucking in that alley I’m not gonna be able to look away.
You: 😛
see you soon!
Fuck! I hit back to see if
Dax had said anything.
Dax: Why’d you run off?
You: Don’t
be mad
Dax: Should I be?
You: No,
be proud.
Dax: ?
You: I
made him my bitch!
Dax: Made nothing, he was born a bitch
You: Fine.
But now he knows it.
You: Did
you see that tip?
Dax: More like bribe. I thought he was trying to
buy you back
You: I
made him empty his wallet 🙂
Dax: Humiliation. Nice. You’re learning.
You: He
did everything I commanded. It felt amazing
Dax: It’s in his nature.
You: I
totally wrecked him. I ruined his sense of safety around me. Shit, it’s getting
me hot just thinking about it.
Dax: Good job, bitch. Who’s my good girl?
You: purrr
Dax: *slaps that ass*
Dax: I want to wreck you, girl.
You: Come
out? Ariadne?
Dax: See you soon, my bitch.
Dax: Your boyfriend’s buying
I heard Kindra opening the door and I scrambled
to hit power and place the phone on the bed. I didn’t have time to switch text
conversations. Shit!
Kindra grabbed up her matching black purse and
threw her phone in. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before-
Slap!
“See ya later, beta bitch.” Giggling and blowing
a kiss, she left.
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