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Noelle let her hand slide across her bare ass as she checked herself in the full-length mirror.

Most of the marks were gone from a week ago, but the small dark line where he’d blooded her remained. It would remain for a while, she hoped. She knew he did, too.

She could go up to two weeks without a session under her master. Three weeks, and she was ready to kill just about anything or anyone. Work had figured this out and had begun to be more willing to grant her the release. Her fingers went up to caress the shiny, silver collar she wore for him.

Her master was patient and understanding that she couldn’t wear it all the time, but would always wear it when they were together. It didn’t matter if it was private or on a date. Noelle enjoyed the looks it got and the questioning eyes. Waitresses would blush, while waiters would grin, when she called Jon either “Sir” or “Master”. She never used his name.

It had been three months since that night in the bar. Closing her eyes, she remembered how she’d goaded him into her first spanking. Noelle had thought it was just a spanking. How hard could it be? She’d learned. Master was very good at giving a firm spanking.

He’d sat down, pulled her over his lap, and begun slowly at first, then sped up. Her bottom began to burn a little, then a lot.

“Learning your lesson?” He’d chuckled.

She’d nodded. “Yes, Sir!”

“Do you want me to stop?” He’d asked without pausing yet.

“No, Sir.” She’d answered, honestly.

“Good girl.” He’d cooed, then really began to spank her.

The feel of his firm handprints on her bare ass was amazing, arousing, and changing her by the second. She’d only thought she was wet before. Now, she was nearly dripping. Her feet began to drum on the floor a little.

“Those legs go up, and I’ll spank your thighs until you stop it.” He warned her.

Noelle wanted to curse him because now that he’d said it, she had to concentrate to hold still! She was beginning to sniffle a little and felt very dominated by him. Her breathing became ragged. It was partially from the stinging, but also the deep, deep arousal she was going through.

He’d paused to let her breathe. “Breathe.” He’d commanded, and she obeyed.

“Again.” He repeated, and she didn’t even hesitate.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yes, thank you, Sir.” She gasped.

Noelle felt his hand caress, squeeze, and claim her bottom. His fingers moved with expertise to calm her burning buttocks but also make her feel sexy. She knew he was enjoying her ass, and she loved that he was.

“What have we here?” He teased as two fingers moved down her crease to the very wet tuft below. “Spanking arouses you?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered and felt her skin flush all over.

“What a slut!” He teased as his fingers also played against her pubic hairs, then her labia.

Noelle moaned and writhed. “Yesss, Sir. Your slut. If you want me?”

“Hmm…you want to be?” He asked as his fingers now found her clit and rubbed it in circles.

Noelle’s mind was trying to register how easily he’d found her clit when so many other lovers had needed a map and an engraved invitation before. She groaned and raised her ass higher for him. “Yes, I do. You win. You were right. I want this. I want you…to…command me!”

She moaned as his fingers parted her lips. “OH GOD, yes, own me. Please? I’ll be good.”

He chuckled softly. “I know you will. Would you like me to fuck you now?”

Noelle nodded furiously. “Please, please, oh, please, Sir?”

“Hmm…I think I want to give you a taste of my belt first to see how you take it. How does that sound?” He asked.

Noelle blinked. Sound? Wonderful? Marvelous? Yes, please? “Are you asking me, Sir?”

“In a way, yes. Remember, I don’t coerce. I want your consent for everything I do to you. An old phrase, she who wears the collar has the power.” He told her as he patted her bottom possessively.

Noelle liked it when it did that. She had power? Even in submission? “You like me choosing to submit?” She asked.

“I crave it. You giving yourself to me like this is powerful for me. You choose to kneel, to be spanked, to be whipped with my belt, to beg to cum, and all of it.” He explained.

Noelle had begged for his belt, and he’d used it well. She was glad the club was so loud since the cracks of his belt on her ass with her squeals and shouts were very strong!

He’d then fucked her from behind. For a moment, she’d worried he’d take anal, and she wouldn’t have stopped him, but…she’d never let anyone do that before. He didn’t take her like that.

Later, he explained the prep that needed to happen first. Noelle hadn’t sat without remembering that night for three days or so. She’d sent him pictures of the progression, and he commanded her to do some rituals for him. It had been…and was…amazing.

Her…colleagues had noticed a big change in her. They said she acted more confidently. She moved more sensually than ever before. Since part of her job was seduction, this worked well for her.

Master would be here in just a few minutes, and she’d better be waiting properly for him by the door! She scurried over and knelt, naked, with knees wide apart, arms behind her back, and head bowed.

She was his slut, fucktoy, pain slut, whore, and, for the last month, his slave now. He was her master. Noelle knew fully that he had others he played with, fucked with, and enjoyed. Master knew she did some of the same for work and for pleasure if she wished. He didn’t get jealous. She tried not to get too jealous. He would tease her about blondes and brunettes, even though she knew he loved gingers.

The door opened, and he came in with his toy bag and hard-shelled tube for the taller ones. He was grinning wickedly, which made her insides roil, and her pussy clench.

“I got it tonight.” He told her.

She began to breathe a little faster. “Master?” She asked.

“The Pig Whip, Silly.” He told her.

She hummed in pleasure. “Shall I get in position?”

“Come here and kiss me properly, first, Slut!” He reprimanded her.

She hopped up to throw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as he claimed her mouth once more. His hands played down her back to smack her ass hard on each side without letting her go.

Noelle yipped into his mouth and squirmed. He did it again and again, then let her go.

“Was that my warm-up, Master?” She grinned.

“Hardly.” He laughed.

An hour later, she panted as she knelt at his feet. Her head rested on his knee as she hugged his shin. This was her Home, her safe place, her heaven. Noelle could feel the stinging lines from the whip across her ass. He’d given her one of her hardest whippings yet, and it’d been great.

She had kicked her legs up, which was why she had some lined welts on her upper thighs now, too. After that, and his displeasure, she’d held still! It had been so difficult.

They’d ordered dinner in, so she didn’t have to dress at all. Master still made her go to the door to get the food! Noelle didn’t throw the door wide, but she didn’t do it slowly either. If one of his neighbors got a show, then they did! Master didn’t mind and would love it, she knew.

She brought it in and served it to him in his chair, while she took the one next to him. They would watch some wonderful period-piece chick flicks or shows, which Master loved as much as she did! It was part of why he understood what he did, too. He studied.

After dinner and the show, she knelt before him and worshipped his cock for quite a while as she took him slowly to climax. He had a flogger in his hand, which he would use to whip her back, which helped her to cum while she worshipped. She’d learned how to beg without words and only noises since her mouth was full.

Noelle knew she’d be sore for several days after this and luxuriated in the knowledge. She felt his hands in her shorter hair now. He’d allowed her to get it cut short after she’d respectfully begged permission. He just wanted it long enough to…

Noelle moaned as his hand tightened around a fistful of her hair. He began to guide her to bob faster and deeper. She obeyed. She loved obeying.