We rushed away from dinner, both eager and needy for more. I practically dove into Jay's little red sports car he'd rented and had my head in his lap almost as soon as his ass touched the seat. I wanted to make sure his cock was happy and the best way I could do that while he was driving was to have it down my throat.
"Do you enjoy pleasing me, slut? Are you so pathetic that you get off on it?"
I murmured my assent and felt my cunt gush at the words. He was right, of course. I was pathetic and having him voice that just made me wet and eager to please him all the more. I felt his hand tangle in my ponytail and suddenly he was pulling me up and slamming me down, taking complete control. I had to relax my throat and force myself to breathe through my nose, but I was determined to be the best cock pleaser I could be. I was so turned on that I felt like my legs must have been drenched in cunt juice. That thought made me think about our friends seeing me and how pathetic I was. I imagined Jenn and Kyrsten's judging expressions as I walked hand in hand with this white man while my cunt juices flowed freely down my thighs. The image simply made me wetter. Jay was right, I was pathetic. I am pathetic. I'll always be pathetic. And it felt so fucking good to admit it.
"I've never been great at picking up girls. So you're going to help me now," he said as he continued to brutalize my throat. He somehow knew exactly what I wanted. It was like he was in my head. "If you're lucky enough to be there when I fuck them, you can clean their cunts out with your tongue. In fact, I think that's what your first punishment will be."
"Punithment, Mathter?" I murmured onto his cock. Just hearing him talk about it was making me deliriously aroused. I'd have done anything he wanted in that moment.
"Because you came earlier without permission, I won't be fucking you again until she's called me, Master?"
My whole body shuddered at the thought. At the unsaid implications. His hand forced me down onto his cock and I felt it surge in my mouth. He was close. I wanted him to cum again. I wanted to make him feel as much pleasure as his words were giving me. I swirled my tongue around the spongy cock head. I could feel the veins along the hard shaft. I willed him to fill my mouth with that glorious white cum.
"And you don't get to cum again until you've licked her clean," he said. My whole body shook at the words. "If you're wrong about her, you'll just never cum again, slut." The words were so condescending. So casual. But weirdly sweet. Almost like he was sorry that it had to be that way. He yanked me off of him and tossed me across the car. I just stared at him, panting from a mixture of insane arousal and need for air. "I agree, Master. I will make her into the willing slut that I know she can be. She'll be almost as good as a well-bred Asian cumdump, Master. I promise."
"I guess we'll see, you stupid slant." It was still odd to hear him say those words. I could hear the hesitation in his voice when he used the racist language. I could tell it wasn't him completely. He was doing it for me. Trying out the words. We were both feeling out this new, very weird, relationship. Both unsure what it was safe to share with the other person. I wanted to just tell him I loved him. To say the words that my heart was already trying to scream out. It was stupid and premature. And I knew I wasn't going to tell him that yet. But that didn't stop every fiber of my being from wanting to.
When we got to the hotel and, unfortunately, nobody was there to see my depraved slut walk into the building. It was a weird realization when I recognized that I truly thought it was unfortunate. I wanted them to see us. I wanted everyone to see not only what I was but whom I belonged to. I found my Master. I wanted the world to know that's what he was. My Master. The owner of my body, mind and soul.
Alas, it wasn't to be that night. Instead, we went back to our room and planned Kyrsten's seduction.
"You need to be firm with her. You might think you're being an asshole, but it's not like that. You just need to project dominance and confidence."
"Yeah... but how?" he said.
I laughed at the question. "What do you mean, 'how'? Just be how you are with me."
"But I can be like this with you because... well... you're you and we've got this," he sort of gestured around at the room and us, "and we're us."
"Okay... try this. Just treat me like you've been treating me. Don't worry that she's there. The only thing you want to do differently is drop some hints that you're interested in her. But drop those hints while I'm sitting there. Don't be subtle. Show her that you're a dominant man and she'll swoon and be what you really want."
"You mean an obedient slut willing to spread her legs like a wanton whore for a stiff cock?"
I nodded enthusiastically, "MMMmmm. But remember, you have to broadcast that indirectly. Don't make her think you assume that about her. Just make it clear that it's how you treat me and she'll connect the dots."
"We'll see," Jay said. "For now, I'm going to get some sleep. You," he said, pointing at my chest, "are going to edge yourself for an hour while you consider exactly how pathetic you are."
I beamed at him and gave him a gentle kiss, "Yes, Master."
He kissed me back and rolled over. I slid my fingers down between my legs. I was insanely wet. Wetter than I could ever imagine being. I was going to need to make sure I drank way more water than normal. I couldn't help but imagine kneeling at the edge of the bed and watching as my new lover took Kyrsten. I knew she wanted it. I knew she wanted to be treated like this. Like a cherished toy. Loved and lusted after in equal measure. Respected, but only in the abstract. I knew Jay well enough to know he definitely respected women and even respected me. But I also knew Kyrsten and I knew she wanted to be... well... a toy.
I looked over at my new Master's back. His broad shoulders and lean shape were visible despite the dark room. I teased myself, stroking along the edges of my clit while I tried to imagine different scenarios that might happen with Kyrsten. One possibility kept coming into my head unbidden though. The idea that she might reject him. And I might never cum again. Never be fucked in my cunt again even. I imagined him tormenting me for my failure. I kept picturing him tying me up and whipping me. Spanking me. Torturing me. Destroying my ass and leaving me without release. I let the images get very dark... borderline violent before I pulled myself back from the edge.
