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This one hits a little close to home but I’m going to write it anyway.

He held her head in his hands as she looked up at him.

Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and other things.  It was her eyes he focused on.

“Sir?” Shae whispered.  “Did…did I do something wrong?”

He laughed softly.  “I don’t think you know how to do something wrong, Shae.  I am just enjoying what I see in your eyes.”

She blushed a little with the flushing in her cheeks.  “Tell me, please, Sir?”

Jon smiled.  Tell me, please, was something he’d heard many times before.  No matter how submissive, how much of a slave, how naked, or how needy a woman was, she was still a woman and needed to hear things to make them real and internalize them.  

“You’re such a girl.” He teased.

“So glad you noticed, Sir.” She narrowed her eyes.

Yes, it was a bit of sass, but the night was still young and her ass was already on fire.  It would be more so later.  He could overlook or just laugh at her sass.  It was her attitude and her intelligence that made her so desirable to him.

“I see trust…real trust…in me.  Not just submission…trust…and, dare I say it?” He cocked his head.

Shae turned her face to kiss his palm gently.  “I beg it of you, Sir.”

“I see you care.” It was all he would say.  It was all he could say under the circumstances.  

Her eyes searched his and could see what he didn’t say.  She turned and kissed the other palm.  “May I go back to worship, Sir?  I want a good grade.” She grinned.

It was an inside joke since he knew about her life and her blog.

“I have faith in you.” He nodded and let go.

Her eyes stayed on him as she lowered to suck up his erect cock again.  “I know you do, Sir.  I do.”

Jon felt her go back to work.  For being as young as she was, Shae had a wealth of experience and a repertoire of techniques that, well, blew his mind.  He reached over for the long, thin leather strap and whipped it down across her lower back.  The end curled around to snap on her ass. 

She made delicious noises and moans against his shaft.  

Jon put one hand in her hair again and pushed her down further until he could feel the back of her throat.  He stuck twice quickly, while she had a hard time breathing.

Shae wasn’t a masochist per se, but she loved taking the pain to please her dom, master, or mistress.  It was a fine line to Jon, but he didn’t really care.  She was his to do with as he pleased for the night.  He wasn’t planning to do much sleeping.

The evening had started with meeting her at the restaurant.  He’d opted for a national chain restaurant, but an elegant one.  It had good food, good desserts, and nearly always seemed to have good-looking customers to enjoy watching.

Jon’s eyes were only for Shae tonight.  It had been a little tricky since he had no photo of her, but a rough description.  She’d also promised to wear something dark green and “pleasing” to him.  The outer door opened, and a radiantly gorgeous redhead walked inside.  Three men nearly killed each other stumbling over to open the second door for her.  One of them left his wife high and dry to do so.

The redhead had giggled and flashed a brilliant smile at all three, letting them sort it out.  Jon knew he’d found Shae.  She wore a green minidress with a skirt that flared out a little.  It was pretty short, but just on the line of being too short.  The angry wife waited for her husband to return to Earth and open the door for her.  He’d get an earful on the way home.

The other two tried to engage in conversation.  Shae politely but firmly thanked them once more and said something that drew long faces from each of them.  I’m meeting someone.  Jon guessed it was something like that.

Her eyes scanned the waiting area, then fell onto him.  Jon was relatively easy to find.  She knew he was in a wheelchair, and he was reasonably sure she’d seen what he looked like from his blog and other places.  Her eyes lit up from within, and her smile dazzled the room.

Jon rolled forward, and she rushed over to bend down to hug him.  

Shae gave good hugs.  Her generous breasts helped a lot, but she squeezed him tightly nonetheless.  Her lips grazed his cheek, then his earlobe.  “I’m so happy to meet you finally, Sir.” She whispered.

“I am, too, Shae.” He let his hands run down her back a little as they held each other.  There was no surprise when he didn’t feel a bra strap, and he was pretty sure the dress was the only thing she was wearing.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d get here, so I haven’t put my name in for a table yet.  Do you mind?” He asked and motioned to the kiosk.

“Of course, not, Sir.” She had pulled back but stayed close enough that he kept his arm around her waist.  It took a strong act of will not to let his hand dip lower to her ass, but…this was a vanilla setting and there was a long night ahead.  

Her eyes could see what he was thinking, and she winked.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“Hmm.” He mockingly frowned and rolled over to put in a request for a table for them.  It was rather fun to see the look in the host’s eyes as he saw them as a couple.  He wisely refrained from any comments and kept his inner voice inside.

“It’ll be a few minutes, Sir.  I’ll let you know.” The host told them.

“We’ll wait over here then.” Jon moved them over to the take-out area.

Shae kept close and kept smiling down at him.  A wicked little grin graced her lips.  “Sir, are your brakes on?” She asked.

He locked them both.  “They are now.  Why?” He asked.

She looked around in confusion.  “Well, there’s just nowhere for a girl to sit and wait.  May I sit on your lap, please?”

He grinned and nodded.

Shae easily settled onto his lap.  He noticed she positioned herself with her back against the wall and his left hand.  The way she had sat left plenty of room for his hand to dip down a little finally.

She winked at him.  “There, isn’t that better, Sir?” She arched an eyebrow until he moved his hand to cup the curve of her left bottom cheek.

He sighed.  “A lot better.  Good girl, Shae.” He patted her bottom.

Her eyes widened and softened slightly.  Her lips parted, and a soft sigh escaped them.  It wasn’t much, but Jon recognized a submissive being aroused somewhat by his words and his touch.  He also could fail to notice her breasts were right at his eye level.  

The dress didn’t have a low neckline, but it did scoop.  Between her endowments, he had a bird’s eye view of an enchanting, silky valley between her breasts.  Jon didn’t avert his gaze to be polite.  He did not need to be polite.  She knew what he was and what she was.

“At the risk of stating the obvious, you look gorgeous, Shae.  Thank you for such a lovely presentation.” He smiled into her eyes.

She wiggled a little on his lap, then leaned into his shoulder.  “A girl still likes to hear it, Sir.  I was pretty sure this would please you.”

“It would please a statue made of bronze.” He teased.

She wiggled once more.  “I can tell you aren’t made of bronze, Sir.”

He knew what she meant.  Jon dared any other male of the species to have her in his lap and not have an erection.

The host called out Jon’s name.

“Just a minute, Sir.  You have something on your mouth.” Shae looked concerned.

He waited for her to brush something off, but instead she leaned down and softly kissed him.  

“There…that’s better.” She whispered as she withdrew and slowly stood up.  “Would you like me to push, Sir?” Her voice sounded so innocent and sweet.

He laughed.  “Sure, it’s your only chance to push me around.”

She giggled, and they went to the table.

Their conversation lasted through the bread, the main course, and the cheesecake desserts.  She’d hesitated at the dessert, but he’d told her to pick one.  She’d obeyed.

Talking to her was a pleasure.  She knew about a lot of different things, and her wit was sharp as was her tongue.  When she learned he was good at innuendos, their conversation ramped up to a new level where they talked rather openly about dynamics, her background, his background, and more.

She asked him questions about his life and experiences, and he found her to be an excellent audience for his stories.  He tried to apologize for monologuing, but she shook her head and begged him to tell her more.

“I love how you tell stories, Sir.  I always have.”  She told him.

“So you have been reading my blog.” He accused her.

She blushed a deep red.  “I…I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation, Sir.”

The dinner took over ninety minutes, and the time felt like it had flown by too quickly.  

“Did you see your Master leave at some point?” Jon finally asked.

It had been part of the agreement with her master that he be nearby to witness their meeting and so forth.

She nodded.  “He left almost an hour ago, Sir.  He gave me a nod and a smile.  I think he likes you.”

“Well, I am very grateful to him.”  Jon smiled and wiped his mouth one last time.  “Shall we?”

She nodded quickly.  “Yes, please…I’m…getting a little impatient, Sir.”

He wondered whether she was just being gracious, but then saw the light in her eyes and how she bit her lower lip.  She wasn’t just being kind.

“Really?” He pulled back.

She stood and came around behind him.  “Sir, you know I’m a sapiosexual.  You’ve spent ninety minutes stroking my mind and my libido.  If I weren’t worried about being arrested, I’d have crawled under the table to have you already.” 

With that, she pushed him out and to his car.  She was quick to study how to put the wheelchair away and admitted she’d had some practice from her youth.  He didn’t ask for details.

They pulled into the Hilton.

“Sir, you promised you wouldn’t spend too much tonight.” She glanced at him.  “I don’t need all this.  You know that.”

He smiled as he parked.  “I do, but you’re worth it, you deserve it, and so do I.  So be a good girl and stop it, or I’ll spank you right here in the garage.” He waited.

She eyed him.  “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Want to try me?” He shrugged.

She grinned.  “No, Sir.  I don’t brat.  It just isn’t me.  I may sass, but I’m willing to pay for it.  You know that.  May I, please, get your chair, Sir?”

Her voice had changed slightly, and Jon knew he was now completely with Shae the Slave.

“You may.” He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled.

They were checked in and soon inside their suite.  By pre-arrangement with her master, her bags were already waiting in the suite when they got there.

“Magic!” She teased.

“Tips.” He laughed.

She shrugged.  “I packed some different kinds of lingerie, Sir.  May I, please, show them to you?”

He nodded.  “While you change, I’ll turn down the bed and transfer to it.”

She frowned.  “Don’t you want me to help you, Sir?  I want to help.”

“I’ll be fine.  There will be plenty for you to do to help later.  I promise.” He answered.

Her eyes searched his, and she nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  She took one bag and a makeup case into the bathroom.

Jon went over, turned down the king-sized bed, and transferred himself over to it.  In the process, he also divested himself of his shirt and slacks.  His boxers stayed on.   

The fashion show had been delightful.  She knew how to walk it and display it.  Jon could tell she was having fun playing dress up for him, and it delighted him to please her.

When she was done, they stopped and enjoyed some refreshing drinks from the minifridge.  She got them for him and knelt on the bed while they drank and talked some more. 

“Now, I’ll let you help me back into the chair.  My turn for the bathroom.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She was adept at helping him.

He rolled to one of his bags, took out some items, and then placed them on the bed.  “As we discussed and agreed, you’ll put some of these on while I’m getting ready.  I’ll expect you to be ready when I come back out.” He eyed her.

She knelt on the bed once more and bowed her head to the mattress.  “Yes, Sir.  I will obey.”

Jon took care of his basic needs for the night.  

“I’m ready, Sir,” Shae called softly to him.

When he went out, she had made a few changes.  Shae had draped some of her red lingerie over the shades of the lamps to give the room a muted, red glow.  Soft, slow jazz played from somewhere nearby.  She knew he liked the older, noir stuff, and that was what was playing.

The best part was that Shae was naked and kneeling before him.  She wore the black leather collar over her normal one, and it was attached to a heavy chain leash, which she held up to him.

“I am your, Sir.  You hold all the cards tonight.” She bowed her head.

He softly chuckled.  It was something she’d told him when he’d confessed to some nervousness about tonight.

“Fuck the cards, Girl.  Tonight, I hold you and your leash.” He growled softly.

Shae shivered and let out a soft gasp.

Jon had pulled her by the leash until she crawled in front of him.

“Begin.” He grunted.

She nodded and soon began her proper worship of his cock.  Somewhere in it, he’d sent her to get the leather strap and go back to it.

Jon tried to hold out a little bit, but it was too difficult with how she moved her lips, tongue, and teeth.  Her nails made little furrows on his thighs that never pierced the skin, but she knew he enjoyed.

He gave her his essence in a long, drawn-out time where he felt like he nearly died from the sheer enjoyment.

When she was done, he pulled her across his lap and began to give her a nice, firm spanking.  She giggled as he started.  “Such restraint, Sir, to wait so long.  You’ve been telling me you wanted to do this for such a long time now.”

He kicked it up a notch, and her giggles became squirming moans and little sniffles.  Her ass was already tender from the strap, and he showed her no mercy at all.  She was in full-blown sobs and little shrieks before he was done.

Stroking her bottom and enjoying the touch and feel of her, he let her relax a bit and calm down.  He trailed his fingernails up her curve and over her bare back.  There were a few welt lines from her whipping earlier.  Jon enjoyed knowing he’d marked her.

“To the bed.” He commanded.

She sniffed but nodded.  “Yes…Sir.” She hesitated on the title a bit, and he didn’t comment about it.

Once back in bed, he began to make soft love to her with kisses, caresses, squeezes, and cuddling.  She melted into him, and they cleaved together nicely.  She rode him twice during the night, and he knew he’d be exhausted the next day but didn’t care at all.

Completely drained, he held her at his side with her head on his shoulder.  Her fingers played in his chest hair and his pubic hair.  Once in a while, she stroked his cock.  During all this, they talked some more in soft voices.  She nestled into him and kissed his chest softly as she massaged his chest a little.

Jon suspected she knew what she was doing because he was soon fast asleep.

“Morning, Sir.” A soft female voice woke him up.

Shae was still naked and kneeling on the bed.  “I ordered breakfast.  I may have forgotten to get dressed when I answered the door.” She held a hand to her mouth.  “The young man didn’t seem to mind.”

He eyed her.  “You had a robe in hand, but looked out to see it was a young man, then decided to give him a special kind of tip.”

She shrugged.  “Guilty, Sir.  I wasn’t going to flash a girl.  I have no idea if she’d like it.”

“Well, he might not have either.” Jon teased.

“I suppose, but…Sir, pretty is still pretty no matter what.” She shrugged again.

“What a brat!” He laughed.

“Am not!” She argued and almost threw her toast at him, but stopped in time.  “Wanna see the aftermath?” She asked.

“Of course.” He told her.

She turned and bent over to show the lovely markings on her ass, then stood to show the lines on her back.  “Is Sir pleased to have marked this slave?” She knelt back on the bed to eat some more.

“Very.” He smiled.

After breakfast, she crawled next to him.  “Please, one more time like…like last night, Sir?  Please?”

“The soft way?” He grinned.

She nodded, and her eyes were wide, deep, and completely vulnerable.

He kissed her, and they spent a little more time together.

It was time to dress, and she let him watch her as she came out of the shower and put on a new outfit.  The skirt was a little more conservative.  Her blouse was silk and expensive-looking.  She had professionally styled her hair.

“Going in to write today?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  By the way, do you want me to post about this or not?  I forgot to ask.”

“Well, I intend to feel so free.  I’ll be curious what you had to say.”  He answered.

She paused as she stepped into her heels.  “You’ll see.” She grinned.  

It had been agreed she would leave the suite to find her master’s driver waiting for her.

“What are you going to do today?” She asked before she turned to go.

He laughed.  “Sleep some more…maybe a lot more.  I’m an old man, you know.”

Shae giggled.  “I didn’t notice it, Sir.”

“After that, maybe take in some of the sites in the area before I head back home.”  He shrugged.

She paused.  “The collar I used?  May I keep it?  To…you know.”

“Sure.” He motioned for her to get it.

She patted her purse.  “I already did, and I left something in its place.  Be careful with it, please?” She smiled, then walked to the door.

He watched as she paused a moment before opening it.  Jon wondered if she was going to turn and say something else.  Instead, she sighed deeply, let it out slowly, opened the door, and left without looking back.

Pulling himself over to his chair, he had to see what she’d left for him.

Where the collar had been was a beautiful, glossy photograph of Shae.  Sometime during the morning before he’d woken up, she’d staged a kneeling pose with the collar on and the leash.  Her eyes looked up into the camera in clear, sensual supplication.  It was some kind of fancy Polaroid.  

He began to get a little emotional.  Shae had given him the greatest gift.  She’d given him herself.  On the back of it?  There was a heart and her signature.