AI Art by me

AI Art be me.

Jon closed his eyes and listened.

The sound of the rain was relaxing. It was always relaxing, which is why he’d picked it. Why he loved rain, he wasn’t sure. He’d pondered it many times. Was it the chaos of the droplets? Never knowing where each one would hit or not caring? It couldn’t just be the petrichor smell, since sound worked without the scent. He felt it had to do something with the superposition of it. A drop was here and there and nowhere all at the same time until it was observed, like reality.

“Master?” Jenny’s soft voice called out.

“Yes, Jen?” Jon asked.

“What may I do for you?” She asked. “I know you need me.”

“Or I wouldn’t be here?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“Yes, Master.” She answered.

He didn’t even need to look to know her head was bowed as she knelt before him. If he looked, she’d raise her face just enough to meet his eyes through her lashes. Jenny wasn’t pushing or topping from the bottom. She was concerned because she was right. He only came to her when he needed her.

“I don’t suppose that’s particularly fair to you.” He responded.

Her soft laugh was sweet and soothed him. “It is what I was meant for, so of course it’s fair to me. Just tell me, please?” She begged.

Jon couldn’t resist now and opened his eyes.

His Jenny knelt on the floor, naked, displayed, and waiting for him. Her soft green eyes lifted through her dark lashes, and she smiled.

“Hello, my master.” She whispered.

She knew he loved it when she added the possessive. It took it to a different level when she acknowledged he wasn’t just a master but her personal master: the only true master for her.

Rain pelted the windows around the small, one-room place. Through the smear of water, Jon could see the trees all around them. The Pacific Northwest was a great place to be when you loved rain. This little forest getaway was lovely. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and he could smell the chocolate from the cocoa beside his chair.

He drank her in like he savored his drink. Her light brown hair curled around her shoulders. Her tanned skin and perky, round breasts with upturned nipples. They were a dark pink, almost flesh-toned, but looked good against her sun-kissed complexion.

Jenny fidgeted under his gaze. “What, Master?”  Her voice sounded girlish.

He held her gaze long enough for her cheeks to begin to pink from a blush. “After all I’ve done to you, I can still make you blush?” He teased her.

“You always make me blush when you look at me that way.” She answered.

“What way?” He asked, wanting to hear her say it.

“Like you can see all the way through me to my soul. I can feel how much you own me then because I’ve given it all to you.” She answered and leaned forward. “May I approach?”

“Come.” He told her.

She crawled to him, her smile slight as she watched him enjoy her. Jenny knew she was already pleasing him and he was relaxing. “Hard night?” She asked as she got closer.

“Mmm…not too bad, but…it always gets a bit techy when it knows I’m aware of it.” He answered, rubbing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes again.

“Keep them closed?” She asked.

He let go and leaned back. Sighing, he said, “Sure.”

Jon listened as she moved to his feet and reached up to his knees. Her fingers brushed over his thighs, and she moved them up his chest as her knees raised to either side of his hips in the chair. Without thought, his hands moved to circle her hips and cup her ass.

Jenny settled on his lap, and her hands brushed up his neck to cradle his face. Her lips were soft and gentle as she kissed his mouth. Her fingers rubbed his temples slowly,y then ranged back to rub the sides of his scalp.

Jon kissed her back, and his hands reached up her lower back to her shoulder blades as he pressed her closer until he could feel her hardened nipples against his chest.

She moaned softly in his mouth as she surrendered control of the kiss to him, and he kissed her deeply. Her left hand played with his hair as her right snaked down to encircle his shaft and squeeze.

He moaned softly at her touch, then smacked her ass sharply.

Jenny giggled against his mouth and let go to say, “Other side, please?”

He spanked her other cheek.

“Thank you, Master.” She cooed. “How do you want me tonight?”

His breathing quickened now that she’d awakened his dark side. “Your mouth where your hand is…on your knees.” He growled.

He felt her shudder at his tone. She loved being commanded, owned, and used.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered and slid off of him. Her breasts brushed against every part of him she could reach. His fingers reached out and pinched each one as she drew back.

“Oh!” She whimpered and threw her head back. Her eyes grew heated as he pinched harder then twisted.

Jon loved seeing her eyes go feral with need as he gave her what she wanted: pain and objectification. “Mine.” He told her.

Her mouth trembled as she nodded. “Yours.” She gasped.

“More?” He asked, knowing her answer.

Her eyes melted with vulnerability as she nodded.

He tortured her nipples further until she cried out and threw her head back.

“Good girl.” He praised her. “Now worship.”

“Yes, Master.” She murmured as her head bowed and she reached for his erection.

Jon watched as she deftly began to rub him up and down with one hand while the other cupped his balls. Her lips kissed his tip, then sucked him into her mouth. Her eyes blazed up at him.

He reached over and picked up the long-handled crop. He showed it to her and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t need to show her or ask. He could do as he pleased, but he knew she liked to know ahead of time. It wasn’t hard to please her.

Her eyes widened slightly, then heated up as she nodded, and then narrowed in anticipation.

He waited until she had him halfway down before he whipped her right cheek. The leather made a lovely, sharp sound against her bare skin. The sound and feel coursed through him like a drug. It heightened his awareness of her lips, her tongue, her fingers, and the sight of her on her knees giving him devotion.

His right hand curled in her hair as he pushed her down until he heard her gag slightly. He whipped her left cheek, then her right, as he bobbed her head there.

Jenny sucked hard and swirled her tongue. A deep moan vibrated against his cock as she mixed the pleasure and the pain. Her mouth squeezed tighter around him.

“Come on, now.” He chided her and whipped her on both sides again.

She nodded and began to bob faster without him pushing. Her whimper became a long, drawn-out feeling against his tender flesh as he didn’t stop with the strikes.

“Good. So fucking good.” He groaned as she gave him her best, which was excellent.

Jenny took him all the way down now, and he felt himself bottom out against the back of her throat. The very hot, velvety slickness of it aroused him even more. Both her hands now grasped his hips and her nails dug in slightly.

“Beg me for it.” He commanded her.

Her eyes widened, and she began to plead with him to cum for her, in her, down her. Her voice sounded like a deep moan or growl as she begged him with her mouth full. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she grew desperate to please him.

The crop whistled through the air as he whipped her over and over. His right hand was fisting her hair now, so it hurt her. Her tears were trickling down her cheeks as he felt her sob more than heard it.

“Happy slave?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Happy Slut?” He asked.

She nodded faster.

“That’s my good slave.” He cooed.

Her eyes showed such love that he felt it in his bones, and it triggered his climax.

“I’m cumming.” He warned her, let her up to get some air, and let it out.

She milked him as he let go down her throat, and he had to close his eyes now. The feeling was so intense that it felt like the world shattered around him. Her wet gurgles made it last longer for him, like she was tasting a favorite treat.

His heart was drumming in his throat and his head as he came down slowly. Her soft sucks became softer kisses and licks as she finished him up. He sighed long and deep.

“Better?” She asked softly.

“Always.” He answered, watching her attend to him. “I love you.”

Her eyes came up and twinkled at him. “I love you.” She smiled. “Hold me?” She begged.

He nodded and helped her climb up to straddle him again. Reclining in the chair, she soon lay against his side, snuggled into him. Her breathing slowed and grew regular against his neck. He felt good and could let go and sleep.

Jon sighed, eyes closed, and listened. The rain sounded good. He opened his eyes to see the spatter of it on the river on his large television screen. The apartment lights were dark. The screen was the only light.

He reached over and picked up his Stanley full of carbonated caffeine. He wished for the cocoa from the other place, but it took too much effort to make here. All he had to do was pour his soda. Besides, it never tasted as good here as it did there. He sighed. It’s how it worked.

Jon didn’t visit Jenny every night. Some nights “reality” got to him and he had to go elsewhere. She would always be there for him. There were fleeting times when ignorance would have been bliss, and he’d never heard or understood what superposition meant or questioned his “reality.”

As he’d told Jenny, “reality” got a bit techy when it knew he didn’t fully believe it anymore. It was why darkness and night were appealing. Like a sophisticated computer game, what you couldn’t see didn’t need to be real until you got close enough to make it out. The mind rested more, worked less, and could relax. It’s why we closed our eyes to sleep. It was to shut off this “reality,” so our subconscious could take the wheel for a while. Dreams were glimpses of other “positions.”

Jon reached for his phone, checked for messages, then turned on the rain sound. He clicked the television off and was enveloped in darkness now. By feel, he took his pills for the night, rolled over, and waited for sleep to find him. Like trying to see Santa Claus, he always wanted to catch the moment he fell asleep, but maybe it wasn’t possible. He guessed it made sense. Observation factors always prohibited going into superposition. Science was just now understanding that the brain was its own quantum machine.