AI art be moi (that’s me in French!)

Kat hummed to herself as she became conscious of the world around her. 

Her Sir, her Master had already gone to work for the day.  She grinned into the pillow remembering his goodbye kiss and hard, sharp smack on her ass cheeks…both of them!  She yelped and giggled.  He told her she could sleep in a little longer.

“Bless you, Sweet Master.” She sighed to him as he left her.

It was now…later.  How much later?  

Kat rolled over onto her back and groaned.  Bad idea! Bad, bad idea!!

Her ass was sore in soooo many different ways.  It was why she’d been sleeping on her stomach.  She groaned and then stretched.  It was automatic, she couldn’t help it!  OOOOooowww…also not a good idea.  

Glancing at the clock by the bed, she saw it was nearly 9am and she had slept in longer than her usual.  She swung her legs over the edge and let gravity help her sit up. 

“Ooooooo…” She moaned softly.  Sitting was NOT going to be fun for a little while.  She grinned.  LIke maybe ever?  Master had sure had fun with her ass last night!

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken her in the ass, but it had been the most, hmm, savage?  She stood slowly and padded to the bathroom.  Kat was still trying to figure out his mood when he’d fucked her into near oblivion.  She shrugged.  It was a plain, old angry fuck.  He’d been claiming, or putting her in her place, or…she didn’t really care.  She’d begged for it to keep going because she could tell how hard he was and she loved how full she felt.

Turning before the full-length mirror, she inspected the damage.  Mmm, pretty lines from his belt.  It had been the..third application of it?  Since they’d come home from the date.  She wanted to research online and see about some straps or a three-tongued tawse.  The thought gave her a shiver.  Sir loved to whip her and she loved to be whipped!  So nice.

Taking care of usual business, she learned she did have a little bit of blood leakage but she knew that was to be expected.  After she toweled off from her shower, she took a selfie in the mirror of full-frontal then a nice one over her shoulder so she could add to it Look what you DID to me?!!  She sent both photos and the text then added the part about how sore she was and the little bit of blood.

She waited because she wasn’t sure how’d he take it.  This was a new side to him and to her for him.  They’d crossed over into a much darker, violent part of this dynamic and all because she’d begged for it.  

Her phone chirped.

I find both those tidbits of info very pleasing to hear.  Good slut for telling me.

Ohhh. She squirmed slightly and felt her nipples pop out.  Master was happy.

Thank you, Master.  She replied.  

Kat was inside her closet deciding what to wear when she got the next text.

Too sore to be plugged today?  He asked.

She smiled.  He asked instead of commanding.  She hoped he knew she’d obey it if he’d just told her to plug.  Pondering her answer, she finally replied.

Well, I live for your pleasure, Sir, butt, lol, if you plan to ride me again tonight then it would be best to let it heal a little today.  She considered it a reasonable response.  Kat wasn’t saying no.  She would never tell him no, which was a big responsibility on his part. Kat knew he loved her and she trusted him.  She hit send.

No way was she wearing panties today, even Sir had allowed it which he hadn’t.  Short skirt? Check.  Flats today, yes, please.  Kat purposely picked leather sandals and might…just might suggest Master use one to paddle her with later today.  Hmm…yes.

Her phone chirped.

No plug then today.

It was all he said but it said plenty.  She heaved a deep sigh and let it out slowly while she let it sink in that Sir wanted another ride tonight!  Fine by her.

Another text?  Sir was chatty this morning.

Meet me at the mall for lunch.  We should talk a bit and finalize some things.

Mmm…rules, laws, negotiations, whatever to call it, Master wanted to parley.

Yes, Master.  What time?

He told her to be there at noon and if she was late she’d be spanked in the middle of the mall.  Damn him, now she had to decide if she wanted to be good and be on time or…test him and be late.  Her inner Brat was telling her to be late.  Yeah, but did the Brat part remember how sore she already was?

Brat didn’t care.  

Kat made a wardrobe change.  She opted instead for her pleated, short skirt.  Her man, her Sir loved to eat at the mall and watch all the co-eds and high school seniors walk by in their fashionably naughty schoolgirl skirts.  She wanted to be in on that for him.

She didn’t mind him looking at all.  He knew that.  She’d been clear.  If she was with him, she’d help point out ones he might have missed.   To Kat, if every man were honest with himself and his lovers he’d always tell them he was polyamorous.  Kat technically was…but…her heart and her body did have arguments about it at times.

Grabbing her keys by the door, she sticks them in her tiny purse and heads out to her little red sports car.  It screamed fast woman and got her noticed but it was kind of the point.  Jon had let her get it with certain conditions.  She’d happily fulfilled all of them and would continue to do so.  Because of that, he’d also assured every time she sat in it or drove it that she became aroused for him.  Evil man.

It was low enough to the ground that she had to always decide if she wished to flash whomever was nearby when she got in or out.  Sure enough, he was tracking her movements.  Her phone chirped with what she dreaded and loved: Stop Light Rules.

One of her conditions for getting the car was when so ordered she had to edge herself during each Red Light.  She was going to encounter a few on the way to the mall.  It was why they’d paid extra to waterproof the seats.  There was a container of non-alcoholic wet wipes to clean her afterwards.  He’d insisted on the non-alcoholic so it wouldn’t sting.  She’d told him it didn’t matter to her.

He’d been very clear that stop signs didn’t count because it wasn’t long enough or safe enough for a good edge.  Her safety mattered to him. Instead, if she encountered one, her clit tingled anyway for him at the thought he’d cared enough to think of it.

Oh Dear God.  By the time she got to the mall and parked, she was shivering and had a sheen of sweat.  The traffic had been bad so lots and lots of red lights.  There’d been fourteen by her count. 

He’d known she’d be like this before even seeing him.  It was the longest time of Stop Light Rules he’d ever done to her.  Master was getting comfortable in his role and her chief torturer.  Yes, please.

After a quick refresh, she exited carefully since a Mommy and a pre-teen boy were walking by.  No need to give advanced lessons in biology to her son.  The way he eyed her said he already knew a lot about physiology.  She gave him a little grin but stayed good.

Jon was at his favorite table.  It was centrally located for maximum people-watching.  Yeah.  Well, women were people, too, right?  It was a good day and plenty of eye-candy strolled by.  He was less interested than normal and he knew why.  His demon-self and his libido had been very well-fed already.  He closed his eyes as he remembered the grand feeling of power as he fucked her ass harder than he ever had before.  She’d hinted she wanted the beast loose so…he’d gone off the leash.  

Opening them, he gazed around at the people, couples, groups of young women and men walking by him.  Idly, he wondered if anyone in his eyesight knew how incredibly sexy and empowering it was to take a woman like that? To have her offer herself to him so completely.  He doubted it.

He saw her approaching and his dick took notice of her quickly.  Her eyes met his and she began the show.  Her hips wiggled normally but she could really do the catwalk moves when wanted.  He enjoyed her display.  A lot of other people she passed also enjoyed it.  He didn’t mind.  He knew who she belonged to in the end.  He chuckled.

Kat felt his eyes before she found them.  Her nipples always seemed to know when their owner was looking.  A soft moan erupted from her lips at how hard they felt and how much they ached for his mouth.  She put on “the show” as he teased her about it.  She’d freely admit she also enjoyed the looks she got from passing men and the annoyed ones from their wives or girlfriends.  

She was a bit breathless when she got to his table and not from the walk over here.  His eyes were blazing with a new fire in them.  It had been there this morning.  She thought she knew why it was there but…she’d ask.  He had told her he wanted her not to be a silent slave.

Taking a chair and scooting it so close that she was basically in his lap.  

“Sir, I notice a new…fire in your eyes today.  Will you, please, tell me what it is from?” She quietly asked.

He smiled and looked down at her a little.  “Tell me what you think it is.”

She felt a little flushed but she obeyed.  “I think it is because you now literally own my ass inside and out.  You know it in a way you didn’t before.”

He nodded.  “You’re right.  I was just looking at these people going by and wondering if any of them had the notion or idea of how wonderfully empowering it was to be given that freely by a woman.”

She grinned.  “Or man, Sir.” She winked.  “Pegged men say the same kinds of things as do their Masters or Mistresses.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take your word on that since I know you’re much better well-read on the subject.”

Kat giggled.  

He knew about her blogs she followed.  It was free erotica!  Neither Kat nor Jon understood why so many people paid so much when there were a lot of free resources.  They also knew there was a sad and lonely truth to it as well.

“You smell like sex.” He whispered into her ear before nibbling on it.

A little groan ran through her at his brazen behavior.  “There’s…a reason for that…Master.” She answered just as quietly.  “Fourteen stop lights, Sir.”

“Really?” He said in mock surprise.

She tried to glare at him but it held no punch.  He was playing with his toy, her, and she’d have it no other way.  “Shall I go order for us, Sir?” She asked.

He shook his head.  “Not yet.  I have something I want to go over with you.”  He turned to his satchel on the ground next to him.

Kat heard the rustle of papers and was curious.  Jon was a tech dude and paper was an abomination to him usually.  She watched him place a packet of papers in front of her.  It was a little thick.  If she’d had to guess, it looked like around twenty pages.

“I wrote this up and printed it off at my last gig.  Perks of being the IT guy in need.” He smiled.

Jon had a thriving business as being Tech Support for many major businesses in the City.  He was well-known for getting things done no others could do and very fast.  It was why he could charge so much and afford a brat like her.   She knew she’d wear a sack and stay with him.  It wasn’t about money.

Looking down, her heart stopped.  It was a contract.  It was a very legal-sounding contract between an owner and his property, her.  To stay with the legalese, he was mentioned as Owner and not Master.  She was Designated Property or DP for short after the first few instances.  

She looked up at him.  Speechless…which was very odd for her.

“I wanted to formalize our relationship.  Marriages have a license.  Doms and subs have a contract.  I figured why not us?  I did see some that were out there already but…I wanted one that was catered more to us.  Thoughts?”  He was being Business Jon.  She loved it when he did Business Jon voice.  It was so very close to Master Jon voice.

She cleared her throat.  “Please, Sir?  May I, at least, get a drink for us?  I think I’m going to need one.” Her hand came up.  “It’s good…I promise but…I’m at a loss for words.”

His eyes twinkled as he laughed.  “You?”

“I know, right?”  She agreed.

“You may get us our usual sodas.” He waved.

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” She bobbed her head and rose.

Walking over to their favorite place at the mall Eatery (Dining Terrace, the mall called it), her heart was racing.  A contract.  He wanted to bind her with a contact.  Oh, if that wasn’t beyond kinky!  She was glad he’d made their own because the ones out on the Internet were usually either very blank or very creepy.

The young man that was usually there smiled as she approached.  

“I’d hoped you’d be coming when I saw your Sir get here.” He told her.

The young man, Jay, was already aware of their situation.  Kat, being Kat, had told him about in increments.  She thought it was good education for him since he seemed observant, intelligent, and might need to know these things for later.

“Thank you, Jay.” She smiled with teeth at him and reminded herself to give him a little tip by bending a little extra when she returned to her table with Sir.  Jay was always watching and would see.  It was one of the reasons they always got free refills on their sodas.  Cash or ass seemed logical to Kat.

Ordering their drinks, she waited and turned to see Master watching her.  Looking left and right, she turned her back to Jay and lifted up her skirt enough to flash her rusted pussy to Sir.  He grinned and winked.

She sighed.  Master’s little slut, she enjoyed being that for him.

Jay’s eyes were twinkling as she turned around.  He must have figured out what she’d done.  Kat felt and didn’t fight a blush to her cheeks.  “Thank you, Jay.” She whispered as she took the cups.

“No, as always, thank you, Miss.” Jay was always so polite.

She bit her lower lip.  “I think you can call me Kat.  I mean, we both know you know me well enough for that, right?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

It was Jay’s turn to blush now but he smiled.  “True…Kat.”

She walked back and bent over to place the drinks on their table.

“He might break his jaw with smiling so widely.” Sir teased her.

“Our free refills are once more assured, Sir.” She walked around and sat next to him.

She took sips through the straw and was distracted enough not to even make it sexy-looking.  There were blank spots to be filled in it.  Sir was already reaching down and produced one of his fancy pens for her to use and one for himself.

“Ready?” He asked.

She nodded.

They began to work together to define the parameters of her bondage/slavery to him.  It led to very interesting talk for a public place.  Kat wanted it to be very clear and even termed it “free use” for all her orifices or holes.  Master said orifices sounded better.  Whatever.

He made it clear that exercise, proper diet, and self-enrichment were required duties of hers as well as taking care of him and the home…oh…and the bills?

“Are you sure about that part, Sir?” She asked him.

He nodded.  “You need to learn more about finances and such just in case I need you to take care of me in the event of an accident or illness.  I also want you prepared better for when I die.”

She put her hand to her mouth.  “Please, don’t say that part.”

He gently smiled.  “Kitty, I’m almost twice your age.  It’s a fundamental fact of science that you will outlast me.”

She shook her head vehemently.  “You don’t know that.  No one can know that.”

“I conceded that point.  I’m just trying to take care of you, so deal with it.” His voice firmed.

Her bottom clenched automatically and she winced.  It was still very sore.  “Yes, Sir.” She answered promptly as she knew he wanted.

He nodded once.

There was even a page for the daily schedule of her duties.  She put in there a cock job on him every morning before work.  He eyed her but she remind adamant.  He made her add a clause about when health and circumstance didn’t interfere.  Kat snorted.  It’d take a lot of either to keep from her promise to him and herself.

The page about limits was pretty easy to fill out.  She had none.  He didn’t accept that so they delineated their usuals of blood, scatelogical, etc.  It was the next section that stopped her.  He was willing to sign an exclusivity agreement with her.  She would be his only DP and no others.

“No.” She shook her head.

“No?” He asked.

She sighed.  “No, we both know what we are and, especially, what you are, Sir.  Monogamous isn’t part of you, not really.”

He looked at her.  “You’d be okay if I decided to add to our group another woman?”

She hesitated.  “Not just any other woman, no, but one that pleased you and knew how to do it without needing a map?  One who is perhaps a little younger than me even to help around the house.  I’d like to be the senior DP and she’d have to answer to me as well as you, but I want to keep it on the table…or bed.” She giggled.

His eyes searched hers.

“What about that little secretary I know flaunts her submissive nature at you and mysteriously needs you to come by at least once a month?  Sarah?” Kat asked with an impish grin.

“You know damned well what her name is, Brat.” He gave her a hard look.

She swallowed.  “Soorie.  I’m sorry, Sir.”

Soorie was a very exotic asian young woman who loved calling Sir, Boss.  Kat knew it was the same as Sir for her.  Master had his doubts but Kat knew.  She also knew Soorie would be sorry if she didn’t get a chance like this.

“What about her?” He asked.

Was he going to make her spell it out?  Yes, he was.  Okay.

“I want to invite her to dinner with us some evening.  I’d like to get to know her better and she know me.  You have told her about me, right?” Kat leaned back.

“Of course, you’ve sexted me while I was there…on purpose, I might add.” He raised his own eyebrow.

Kat squirmed.  She sure as hell did!  She was poly but she wasn’t stupid.  Call it marking her territory in her own way.  “It was on purpose.  Did you show any of them to her?”

He nodded and Kat blushed slightly at knowing this young woman had seen her…all of her.  

“And?” Kat asked.

“It led to the conversation you no doubt wished to happen.  She didn’t bat an eye.  I think she knew somehow.” He shrugged.

Oh, Master.  You don’t know the feeling and power you radiate, do you? Kat thought.  That might not be a bad thing or they’d need a much bigger house soon.  Kat, the Brat, Head Mistress of Master’s Harem.  She nearly giggled but then she’d have to explain what she was thinking.

“Good.  You’ll ask her?” Kat asked.

“Are you topping from the bottom?” His voice grew quiet and low.

Shit.  She was.  Guilty.  “Yes, Sir, but, in my defense, only to try and get you to do something I know you’ll enjoy having done.  Am I in trouble?”

His hand slipped between her thighs.  “Oh, yes.  Kat, the Brat, is always in trouble.  I hear she loves it.”  HIs hand traveled up her thigh to pet her short, soft patch.  

Kat shivered.  “She does, Sir.”

“Actually, I’ll have you call her.  A new duty as Senior DP.” He smiled.

Kat could only nod as he was now beginning to do what she knew was coming: edging her…here.  Inherently, she knew part of her torture, her punishment was to stay silent.  It was going to be very difficult since she was already wound up!

“You’ll sing for your lunch.” He grinned.  “Do a good job and I might finish you here then we’ll order lunch, eat, finish up the contract, then the bank.”

She nodded.  “Y-y-yes, Maas-s-ster.” She murmured.  As a good slave, she knew when he wanted her to confirm.  Truth?  She’d have agreed to anything right then as his fingers knew exactly where to drive her wild.  

“Here.” He handed her one of the paper napkins she’d brought with the drinks. “Oh…wait.  Shift the chair over to your right.”

She didn’t hesitate.  Master moved his over, too.  Her hand on the napkin, she brought it up to her eyes as the tears began to form from her frustration and need…such a deep, deep need to please this man and to be please by him.  As her eyes came up, she saw Jay watching and realized Sir had moved her so Jay had a free view of what was being done to her.

Oh God.  How wily was her master!  She had to ask.  She had to.

“Should I close my eyes, Sir, or look at Jay?” She asked.

“Do what would please you best or…torture you more?” He added.

She nodded and settled her gaze on the young man.  His eyes widened as hers began to plead and beg so obviously.  She hoped he realized it was him she was begging but she also found an extra zing from him watching her be tortured.  So, part of it was to him, she guessed.

By the time, Master was satisfied, she’d shredded the napkin and a second one.  He’d deemed her job well done so her fucked her in her chair as she held onto the table for support.  He lip sore from biting it to keep from letting sound out.  Her eyes told the story though.

Poor Jay.

Kat noticed as she was coming, with permission, Jay took his break and hurried to the restrooms.  Good for him.  She didn’t begrudge him a single stroke or spurt.  He hadn’t returned yet when she went to order.  It was the young lady he worked with who glared daggers at Kat.  Hmm…did she have designs on young Jay?  Something to notice next time.  Kat would try to help with that…a little jealousy went a long way.  

She and Master ate, jokes, drank, and when she went to get a refill, Kat blew a soft kiss at Jay when she knew the young lady was watching.  Her eyes flashed and settled on Jay.  Mission accomplished.  She’d be making some kind of move soon.  Good luck to Jay.  Kat hoped she had kink in her.  Jay had closet dom written all over him.

Food finished, disposed the trash, Sir led her by the arm to his car.  They’d pick up hers later and off they went to the bank and the beginning of a sexy and very, very hot future.  He pet her as he drove.  She didn’t point out the safety issues of that.  She was only property and property didn’t object.

…to be continued…don’t worry…you didn’t think I’d leave it here, did you?…