AI art by me. Yes, there is a sight difference from the other one.

The walk up the driveway was long because it was such a prominent place.

Jon had recently heard it was worth over 22 million dollars and wasn’t surprised. The Master Bedroom alone was worth a lot. He grinned at the title since he’d used it as just that before with her.

Going around to the left side of the house, he went through the wrought-iron gate and could hear the water lapping on the sides of the pool. There was a splash! He heard nothing else.

The pool came into view as he walked to the side of it. He could clearly see Chloe or some lovely naked woman swimming underwater towards him. If it wasn’t her, then this was getting even more strange!

She popped up out of the water and grinned. “Took you 15 minutes, Sir.”

He shrugged. “Traffic.”

She giggled. “At 3 am? Nice try. I was beginning to worry.”

He frowned. Chloe had never worried before. It wasn’t part of their arrangement. If he didn’t reply or come, she’d told him repeatedly that she’d be fine. He’d never missed it if he’d told her he’d be there. Somehow, he knew it was essential to her that he kept his word.

“Worried?” He asked.

She shrugged and nodded to the steps of the pool.

He walked over there and saw her towel nearby. Watching her come out of the water was like the ocean scene all over again, but this was a lot more powerful since he knew her much better now than he had then. Holding open the towel, he watched her approach.

“Not yet, Sir.” She told him and knelt at his feet.

“Chloe?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. It’s me, I promise.” She bowed her head. “May I take off your shoes, please?”

He hesitated for only a second. “You may.”

She reached forward and began to untie his New Balance shoes. She gently took them off, then his sock, and repeated the process on his other foot. After carefully placing them to the side with the socks in the shoes, she bent her head down slowly.

Jon felt her soft lips on the knuckle of his big toe.

“I wish you to be Master tonight, please?” She whispered then kissed the other big toe.

“As you wish.” He replied.

She shook her head without looking up. Her lips brushed his next biggest toe. “No, Master. Tonight is as you wish.”

Her devotion was enthralling because he could tell she wasn’t playacting.

“Chloe, eyes.” He commanded.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. “Yes, Sir?”

“What’s going on? Full explanations…you know what I mean.” He used his Dom/Master voice.

Chloe shivered and smiled. “I love that voice, Master. It…undoes me. I will answer. May I, please, finish devotion first?” She begged.

He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She knelt back down to his feet and sweetly kissed each toe before sitting back on her heels. “Do you know what tomorrow is, Sir?”

He nodded. “Your birthday.”

Her smile was bright enough to light the night. “I knew you’d remember, I just knew it.” She looked deeply at him. “Kiss, pretty please, Master?”

She would do this her way and he knew it. This was the price paid when the submissive or slave was such a fiercely strong, intelligent woman. He knew to give her space to do things in the order she’d planned. It wasn’t allowing her to lead or top as much as acknowledging her right to show him stuff in her way.

It was idiocy to squash that in a woman. Mindless obedience was as exciting as beating a carpet. Yes, the woman never dissented but never gave of herself either.

“Rise.” He told her.

She was spring-loaded as she vaulted up to clasp him around the neck and she kissed him harder than she ever had before. It was a submissive form of a claiming kiss and he felt it, tasted it, reveled in it. She was marking him as hers.

Drawing back slowly, she proved it when she whispered, “My master.”

“I am.” He agreed.

She hung there and began to kiss his neck and earlobes softly. “I will turn 30 tomorrow. A new number makes a girl think or makes this girl think.” She kissed his lips once more then continued. “I realized I had something, someone very special and I wasn’t sure that person knew just how special. That’s what’s going on tonight, Master. I have a couple of presents for you.”

“Hey, it’s your birthday. I’m supposed to be giving you presents.” He teased her with a soft spank on he bottom.

She giggled. “Oh, I plan on you giving me some presents, Sir. No worries.” Her arms left his neck and she turned from him. “First present. Stay there, please?”

He stayed there.

Chloe pivoted and knelt once more but away from him. Her head went down to the pool tiles as her gorgeous ass rose up to part her own cheeks for him. “You’ll have to look closely.”

He leaned over and tried to see what she meant. It hit him then…she had…a tattoo deep in the cleft of her ass. “Spread further.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master.” She purred and pulled harder.

In tiny but clear typeface it said: HIS

“How in the hell did you…” He began.

“It hurt like hell, Sir. I only used a straight woman to do it so you wouldn’t get upset. It makes my ass and my hole as yours, Sir.” She explained.

The enormity of what she was saying sunk into him.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He breathed.

She moaned softly. “Mmm…when you call me, I promise myself over and over to work at being just that for you. I’ve…never told you before. I’m sorry.”

“Chloe…” He started.

“Please, second present.” She turned to him and leaned back to do a sideways split. Chloe was very flexible. Slowly, she lowered herself so her back was on the tiles. Her hands reached down and parted some of her pubic hair. “This one hurt worse than the butt one did.” She murmured.

Again, there in small print was: HIS

“Are you getting the idea, Master?” She asked.

“How could I miss it? What? Why? Um…” He was rendered speechless by what she’d done.

“They’re both small and covered enough that no one other than the tattoo artist will know they are there, and you will know they are there. Now whenever you see me elsewhere you’ll know I wear something more than just a collar for you.” She righted herself until she was kneeling before him once more.

It had been sad to him that there was no way she could stay collared for him. She did try to wear some and sent pics once in a while, but it wasn’t the same, and she knew it. It was what happened when the submissive owned was so famous.

Chloe had figured out a solution and a very sexy one as well.

“How much did they hurt?” He grinned down at her.

She chuckled. “My sweet sadist would be very pleased. I moaned and bitched for almost two weeks. I had them done three weeks ago so they’d be healed for tonight. My staff was ready to mutiny.”

“Do any of them know?” He asked and knew she realized what he was asking.

“Two suspect but are smart enough not to ask so they will keep their jobs. I would like permission to tell one personal assistant. I know I can trust her,” Chloe grinned. “She was very curious about D/s dynamics. Perhaps you could teach her some things?”

He swallowed. Chloe was offering him a toy? “How old is she?” He asked.

“THAT’S your first question?” She made a face at him. “I won’t tell her that part. She’s the cute redhead I saw you eye at my last party.”

He thought back. “Oh, her.”

“Mmmhmm.” Chloe gave him a knowing look. “Her. She’s 22 but has an old soul.” She grinned.

“And I can tell you’ve asked her some pointed questions?” He asked.

“Maybe.” She shrugged. He’d already teased her that when a sub says maybe it means yes, but I’m too submissive to say yes right now.

“I’ll trust your…wisdom then.” He laughed.

“Good. That will work so much better for you.” She eyed his crotch. “Now, I’ve been a very good girl for my master. May I have an early birthday present, please?” She licked her lips slowly as her eyes never left his the vicinity of his hardening cock.

“Happy early Birthday, Love.” He nodded.

She made quick work of shedding him of his sweat pants. Knowing his usual dress code, he hadn’t worn a thing under it. Chloe didn’t have much patience for modesty,

Her hand lifted his cock and stroked it to full hardness from lots of practice. She knew the pressure he liked and where. Cocking her head to the side, she began to lick him from his root to tip and sucked her way back down to the root.

“God, Chloe.” He breathed out.

“No, Master. Just Chloe…your slavegirl, fucktoy, now sucktoy.” She giggled then repeated the move twice more.

Her right hand cupped his balls and began to play with them using her fingernails. A small groan came from Jon as she was driving him wild and she knew it.

“I don’t plan to rush my present, Master.” She warned him. “Perhaps I should let you sit down?” She nodded to a nearby pool chair.

He took her advice since she always meant what she said.

Without a clock or a care to look at one, he’d guess she took a full 30 minutes or more of cock worship as she brought him to the edge a few times only to move somewhere else and start over.

Her eyes glowed as she watched him biting his lower lip to avoid commanding or asking her to finish him. She would. He had no doubts. This was a trust exercise to her. Did he trust her enough to let her decide when?

Jon was trying to let her.

The last 10 minutes she spent with his cock sliding down her mouth to her throat and her eyes took on a feral look. Small growls and purrs came from her as she used a little more teeth than usual, but he didn’t complain.

She popped off his tip. “I want my present now, please?”

Chloe didn’t wait for a reply as she took him deep down her throat and moaned against his foreskin. Her nails dug into his bare hips. She’d learned he liked a bit of pain himself. Her brow arched in challenge to him.

He let go and experienced the single best blowjob he’d ever known. It had been an eye-closer for sure.

“Shhh, Master. Rest a moment.” She whispered as she kissed his tip.

He heard her rise and pad away.

A few seconds later, he heard her soft voice. “Master?”

He opened them to see she’d brought a tray with cold sodas and snacks to fortify him.

“I’m not done with my presents yet.” She grinned.

“To me or you?” He sighed in contentment.

“Both.” She told him as she knelt next to him. “Let me, please?”

He looked at her and realized she wished to feed him. Nodding, he leaned back again.

Patiently, she gave him some of the cheese, some of the deli meat, a long sip of his drink, then repeated the process. Her smile was slight but genuine as she did this for him.

“Thinking?” He asked.

She wasn’t allowed to keep secret thoughts when they were in M/s or D/s mode.

“I love taking care of you, Sir.” She answered then sighed. “Here’s another present to you but…you can’t…have it for a while yet.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

She sat back on her heels. “My shelf-life for being famous may go another five years or ten. I don’t know. Money isn’t the issue but…I still have some goals I want to reach.” Her voice sounded apologetic.

“You don’t need to apologize for having dreams, Chloe, you never have.” He reached out a hand to caress her cheek.

Leaning into it, she closed her eyes. “I know, Sir. It’s one of the many reasons I now wear your mark in very intimate places for the rest of my life. To me, this is more binding than some kind of publicity stunt elopement etc.”

“It is to me, too.” He told her.

She opened her eyes and they twinkled. “I know which is why I am going to say this part. When I decide I am done with goals or my shelf-life has been used up, I wish to do that silly elopement thing with you, if you want me as a present?”

Chloe had just asked him to marry her…in the future tense.

He blinked back some tears. “Of course, I do. Yes, I will marry you.” He grinned.

“Yeah, I know…role-reversal and you love it. I kind of do, too.” She leaned forward and he met her halfway to kiss each other.

When they parted, she whispered. “I thought we might go to the Master’s Bedroom for the rest. I have nowhere to be all day tomorrow and I plan to spend it with you…spoiling you…and making sure you make sure I can’t sit for 2 or 3 days afterwards.”

“From spanking or fucking?” He asked.

She giggled. “I vote for both. The restraints are ready and oiled. Tina, my PA, might have helped with that part, which is why I’d like permission to tell her.”

“Permission granted.” He nodded.

“I didn’t think I’d have to twist your arm.” She gave him a side-eye.

“We can save that for later.” He joked.

“Careful, Master. You know I have sadistic tendencies.” She teased back.

“Oh, I know. I promise to make sure you can’t sit. Your command is to ensure I can’t walk very well for a few days.” He told her.

“Deal.” She answered and took his hand as she led him into the house.

They both kept their promises. It was a night and a day unlike any other Jon had ever experienced. He ended up with a few marks on him as well as she did. She had a lot more but she’d enjoyed marking her territories.

In the coming weeks, she texted more often and even sexted at least once daily. Reporters kept commenting on a new glow in her and she made two RomComs that were big hits.

I’m saying the lines to you, Sir. She had sent him before each premiere.

He never attended so the press would never get wind of his existence. This was not Knotting Hill. Chloe worked it so that they had a night and a day again somewhere every four months.

He got to do a bit of traveling. Some places were so remote that they’d gone without clothes the whole time, indoors or out. Tina had joined their group by that point. She became submissive to each of them.

Chloe had charge of her discipline but gave it over to Jon often enough that Tina knew the imprint of his palm well. It was after a month of this new arrangement that he got a text, but from Tina.

Sir…I am to beg your attendance…on me? Tina had included the room number of a room at the Hilton.

He’d gone to find her kneeling on the bed with one big red bow around her breasts. “For my master with love – C.”

Chloe had remembered his birthday. Tina was fun to…train and a good girl with a lot of enthusiasm. The next away trip, she joined Chloe and Jon twice and also spent some sexy time with Chloe while Jon watched. Tina even popped the popcorn for him to snack on while he watched. He found out Chloe was a pretty good spanker.

Jon began worrying that Tina was imprinting on him much harder than he thought she should. When he asked Chloe about it, she just shrugged, grinned, and told him she’d take care of it.

He got another text from Tina with another room number on his next birthday. Chloe had taken her to the same tattoo artist and marked her with THEIRS instead of just HIS. Even so, he deeply conversed with Tina about what this meant. She understood and explained to him what Mistress had told her.

Tina was going to be a surrogate mother for them and was ovulating at that very time.

She had a beautiful boy, which Chloe named after Jon’s grandfather, but no one knew that except for him and Tina. Another difference was that Tina did wear a collar, and rumors abounded about her and Chloe being a couple. It helped revive Chloe’s shelf-life.

The movies stopped being made so often after three more years and Chloe transitioned to the stage. It was one of her last goals. She took Broadway by storm. They’d talked about it, and Jon was introduced as a love interest in her life. Tina was still with them, too, which sparked rumors of a harem or a situation. The publicity didn’t hurt any of them at all.

Jon got used to being recognized even when it was just him. He never had to pay for a drink much of anywhere as his fellow males saw him as some kind of godlike being.

Tina had a girl the following year, which they named Chloe. Jon had put his Master’s foot down on it. His Chloe had cried a lot about it. After winning a SAG award and a Tony, Chloe announced she would retire with her young family.

She sold her LA holdings and all other real estate, then bought the remote place where clothing was never needed. They’re still there as Silas and Chloe grew up. Tutors were flown in and one of them stayed. She also received the THEIRS tattoo.

They all lived happily…no after because it’s still going. 🙂