Free Faithfully (Club Decadence) by Maddie Taylor Page B

excitement.  This is what she had fantasized about after reading about the Gorean slaves and submission in the Story of O.  She obediently lifted her hair so he could affix her collar.  After he had secured it snugly around her neck, he sat back and looked at the stunning creature before him who was willing to fulfill all of his naughty fantasies.  Although not a vanilla couple by any means, he had stopped short of releasing the full extent of his fantasies upon her.
    “Tonight I’d like to play with my new slave and my anniversary present.  Tomorrow we’ll begin building our roles in this sexual power exchange.  Even though your contract says I can do anything to you, you will have a safeword and limits, my slave.  I’m not quite ready to go off the deep end yet.”  She was looking up at him with such love and trust and yes, lust shining from her eyes that he wanted to throw her over the bench right now and ride her until they both found release.  But, it was their anniversary.  They had the house to themselves and she had given him this wonderful toy to play with…. And the bondage bench, too.  He chuckled to himself at his own joke then gave his first command to his sex slave.
    “Go to the chest and get your cuffs, wrist and ankle, the tweezers clamps and the black-handled riding crop, slave.”
    “Yes Master.”  Joanna started to stand but he stopped her with a hand in her medium length hair.  Grabbing a handful close to the scalp, he tugged until she had returned to her kneeling position. This time her head was arched backward until she looked up into his face.
    “You do not walk in your Master ’s presence without permission, slave.”  Her quick, indrawn breath gave away her excitement. “Does that arouse you, slave?  You’re trembling.”  He used his other hand to stroke down her body, over both breasts, her belly and to the small, neatly trimmed patch of curls between her legs.  He slipped his hand between her thighs and ran his fingers between her folds.  She was drenched.  “You are wet for your master.  That’s a very good slave.  And I like this little tuft of hair here.   Thank god you keep yourself trimmed.  How men survived the feminist 70’s without a compass and a weedwacker to find a woman’s clit still amazes me.”
    Giggling she looked down at his playful fingers.  “I have friends who shave it all off and some who wax it completely bare.  Ouch.”
    “Who?”
    “I can’t say, Master.  That would break a confidence.  Would you want me to be completely bare?  To shave it all off?”
    “ Hm, smooth skin and no hair to tickle the nose holds some appeal.”
    “I don’t mind , it would grow back if we didn’t like it.”
    “What a cooperative slave girl I have.  But as your Master, if I wanted you bare, it would be my choice not yours.  Now, quit stalling and crawl to the chest.”
    “Yes , Master.”
    Naked except for her collar, she crawled on hands and knees, her full ass undulating with every movement, her full breasts hanging down like succulent, ripe fruit.  She was magnificent.  He watched fearing he would explode in his pants, until she disappeared into the big walk-in closet.
    “Holy fuck!” He whispered to himself.  Hoping his middle-baged heart was in good enough shape for all he wanted to do to her, he opened the bench.  After quickly referring to the detailed instruction manual, he smiled with wicked intent.  Then he proceeded to turn the bench into a modified medical table with the poles acting as stirrups.  The possibilities with his new toy were limitless. 
    Joanna had returned wearing her cuffs and she waited patiently with her arms outstretched in the kneeling position, offering him the crop he had requested.  Accepting the implement he laid it on the bed next to the forgotten paddle.  “Has your bottom recovered from last night’s spanking, slave?”
    “Yes Master.  My thighs are still tender, though.”
    “Noted, we