Petal

I dried him off as the water swirled down the drain. Once that was done, I put the towel on the rack and turned back around to face him. He put his hands on my shoulders and tugged me closer. I didn't resist.

"What am I?"

"You are my Master."

"And what are you?"

"I am your slave."

He pulled me into a tight hug. "You are my slave. My very own, my only slave. Precious. Cared for."

I squeezed my eyes shut. His bare skin pressed against mine, and I could feel his flaccid cock against my lower belly. I shivered, remembering how it felt in my hand. His words were both reassuring and terrifying.

"What are you?" he said softly into my ear.

"I am your slave."

"Good girl. You are my good slave."

"Thank you, Bach."

He squeezed his arms tighter and mine rose to circle his back. I held him and he sighed, a happy sound. He rested his chin on top of my head, making his voice sound flattened.

"You are my slave. I am your Master. We will take care of each other."

"Yes, Bach."

He pulled back and kissed my forehead. He walked into the bedroom and I followed. He opened up a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and a tshirt. He pulled them both on and nodded at me. "You can put on the caftan, my dear."

"Thank you, Bach."

I put it on and waited to see what was going to happen next.

"I'm giving you an hour before bed to yourself, my dear. You can spend it in your room. Your phone is in there, if you have any games or apps you wanted to use without internet. There is also a pad and pen on top of the dresser. I want you to make me lists of things you need and things you want. I can take a look at them and see what I can provide."

"Yes, Bach, thank you."

He reached out his hand and I took it. "Enjoy the time, girl. I'm going to watch a bit of television in the living room. After the hour, it's bedtime."

"Yes, Bach."

I followed him down the hallway and he walked into my room. I followed, looking around, focusing mainly on the bed. He held up a finger to get my attention.

"Just like the bathroom, there is no lock on this door. But you may not block it in any way. I have the right to come in any time I like. Understand?"

"Yes, Bach."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He left and tugged the door closed behind him. I was alone.

I went to bed and sat down, picking up a pillow and hugging it to myself, leaning forward and rocking back and forth. The quiet was nice, as was the solitude. Even in our early days of marriage, James and I had always taken time apart during the days. The constant togetherness with Bach was new, and especially with the circumstances, cloying.

I got up and sat on the rocking chair, pillow still in my arms. I rocked slowly, my eyes closed and the soft squeak of the wood calming. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I thought about what had happened in the bathroom.

Orgasms were always good, of course. But sometimes I just had to accept that I wasn't going to climax during sex. It didn't mean I wasn't having fun or enjoying the sensations. Sometimes I was just stuck in my own head. The best ways for me to have an orgasm was to just go for it, and go hard. Sometimes toys were needed.

So what had happened? I'd been turned on, yes, both from his playing with my nipples and my stroking him. I'd always been excited by the way others react to me sexually, which was of course normal enough. But I'd never felt anything like that.

He just told me to come. And I did. And I came hard. I shook and I knew I was covered in sweat. It was harder than I had come in years. I couldn't understand it. Why had I reacted like that with him? With just his words? Why did it feel both like shackles and freedom all at the same time?

I ran the moments through my head over and over again. I felt my nipples harden all over again, and felt like I could come again without much effort just from thinking about it. I rocked on and on, the movements of my thighs making his pussy wet again, making his clit swollen.

My breathing grew heavy and I was losing myself in the sensations all over again.

Then, a knock came from the door, yanking me out of my thoughts and I jumped. My eyes flew open and he walked in, smiling at me. "Bed time, my dear."

"Yes, Bach," I said, my face burning.

"Did you write anything down?"

"No, Bach. I just rocked for a while."

"No phone?"

"No, Bach."

"You could have called for help."

"I know."

And he was right. I could have called the police. I could have gotten someone here and been home by morning. Bach and my husband would probably both be arrested. Or, if nothing else, I would have been brought to the police station and allowed to go back to my life, or even a new one.

But I didn't. It hadn't even occurred to me. I'd been too wrapped up in my thoughts and the sensations in my body.

Too busy thinking about Bach.

He raised an eyebrow and held out his hand. I stood up and took it. "Your face is all flushed, my dear. What were you doing?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Just remember, I own your body. So I own your orgasms as well. No masturbating or coming without permission. Ever. Understand?"

"Yes, Bach."

"Good girl. Bring the pillow," he said, nodding at it. "You'll want it I'm sure."

"Thank you, Bach."

I carried it to his bedroom and dropped it on the air mattress. "Use the bathroom and come back. Leave the caftan."

"Yes, Bach."

I went into the bathroom and pulled the caftan over my head. I folded it and left it on the edge of the sink. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I shook my hair back and looked at myself from different angles. The collar was very dark against my skin.

I sighed and went back into the bedroom.

He was standing next to the bed, the end of the leash in his hand. He crooked his finger at me and I moved to stand in front of him. "Undress me, my dear."

"Yes, Bach."

I leaned in and he clipped the leash onto my collar. He raised his arms and I slipped his shirt off. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his jockeys, dropping to my knees to slip them off of his feet. I looked up and saw his cock inches from my face. I licked my lips, not even trying to understand my thought process.

"Bach?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"May I... I mean, can I... May I give you a blowjob?"

He chuckled and put his hand on my head. "Of course. I'll even let you choose my position."

I looked into his eyes and saw heat, which went straight to his clit, making it swell even more. "On your back. Please."

He pulled the blanket and sheets back in one smooth motion. He got on the bed and centered himself on the mattress. He rested his head on the pillows and jerked his head at me.

I climbed on the bed, the leash clinking on the frame. My collar was tugged with the movements but that only made me more aroused. I crawled over his leg and positioned myself on my knees between his thighs. I looked at his body and cupped his balls in my hand. He sucked in his breath but didn't move.

I leaned down and kissed them, one at a time. I pulled up enough to start stroking his already hard cock, the same way I had in the tub that I noticed he liked, squeezing and changing the rhythm as I went. I licked it from base to tip and was rewarded with a drop of his fluid.

"Good girl," he said, his hand on my head and fingers sliding into my hair.

"Thank you, Bach," I said. I licked the head and the taste of his skin was intoxicating. I gently kissed the tip and began using my lips to pull the head into my mouth. I sucked gently, stroking as I moved, getting him inside of me deeper and deeper.

His breathing was deep and his grip on my hair got tighter. The leash went taut and I knew he was pulling it with his other hand. He had me in his control but let me do as I wanted to his body.

I moved my hands, bracing myself on my fists on both sides of his hips. I pulled his cock in deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat, and moaned around it. The taste and smell of his body filled my head and I began sucking in earnest. I pushed my head down, cutting off my air briefly before sliding back up.

"Good girl," he whispered. His hips were moving with me, thrusting his length into my mouth. He held my hair but let me do things at my own pace.

I nodded but didn't want to let go of his cock long enough to verbally thank him. Instead, I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around his shaft, cupping it around the head of his cock. His fluids kept filling my mouth and my mind. I closed my eyes.

His cock grew harder and I knew he must be close. I took a deep breath through my nose and concentrated on pleasing him. His pussy was wet and his clit was swollen. His hand in my hair tightened and I began moving down his shaft, the head in my throat.

"Come, slave," he said, thrusting harder. "Come with your Master."

My body reacted. I sucked in what breath I could and began shaking. His pussy clamped on itself and I moaned around his cock. He began pumping down my throat, filling my mouth and my mind. I swallowed every drop, my own climax running through me. My legs shook so hard I could barely stay upright.

Slowly, our climaxes ended. His hand was still wrapped in my hair and the leash was pulling on my neck. His breathing slowed and he pulled me up his body. I crawled over him, my fists on both sides of his head. He cupped my face, his hands on both sides, and smiled at me.

"Good girl," he said. "I chose my slave well."

"Thank you, Bach," I said, letting my weight settle on him. I was draped over his body, my hands still beside his head. He tugged me down and kissed me again, his tongue and breath filling my mouth. He broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me to him.

After a few minutes, he kissed the top of my head. "Floor or bed, girl? It's still your choice."

I sighed. I'd sucked him off. I'd come under his words. But I still couldn't do it.

"Floor, please, Bach."

"As you wish, my dear."

He held my biceps and pushed me off of him. His face was calm and content, even as he moved me off of the bed. I helped pull his blankets up, the leash clinking against my collar. He smiled and moved down into the mattress.

"Get some sleep, then. We'll see what the morning brings."

"Yes, Bach."

I moved down onto the mattress, pulling the pillow under my head and the blanket over my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the collar move as he adjusted in the bed, moving the leash.

It would have been easy enough to stay in his bed. I wanted to. But I didn't dare. Stroking him and sucking him were one thing. Sharing the rest of me with him was too much. If I did, I knew I could never go back.

"Good night, my dear."

"Good night, Bach."

*

"Ten minutes then breakfast, my dear."

I uncurled and rolled over onto my back, stretching my arms above my head. The leash had been once again unhooked and I was free to move. "Yes, Bach," I said.

He left the room and I got up. I folded my blanket and made his bed, just as I had the day before. I used the bathroom and pulled the caftan over my head before going to the kitchen. He was sitting in his chair again, leaning back and smiling at me.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Bach."

"How about just some cereal today? We have a lot to do."

"We do?"

"Oh yes. But you'll enjoy it, I'm sure."

"Yes, Bach."

"There are a few boxes in the cupboard. I like them all, so I'll trust your judgement."

"Yes, Bach."

Soon, I had two bowls of cornflakes on the table with spoons and milk. I also got a glass of water and started the coffee. We were eating and to anyone looking in the window, it must have looked like any other morning routine in any other house.

"What do you normally do after breakfast, my dear?" he asked.

"I work most weekdays."

"What do you do after work, then?"

"I like to read. Listen to music. Watch tv. And sometimes I have to clean or do dishes."

He smiled and put the spoon in his empty bowl. "How terrible."

"I'm not a fan of housework. But I know sometimes it has to get done."

"Yes, it does."

I finished my breakfast and picked up the dishes. I unloaded the dishwasher, managing to find the proper cupboards on the first try. I rinsed the bowls and put them in the top rack. I wiped down the table and once again the kitchen was pristine.

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He stood and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me in for a hug. My arms went around his waist and I leaned my head against his chest. He rested his chin on my head and squeezed me tightly, pressing our bodies together.

"I'm going to give you another hour to yourself, my dear," he said. "But you need to make those lists for me."

"Yes, Bach."

We walked into the hallway and he opened the door to my room. I went to go inside but he stopped me, pulling me close again, this time groping at his pussy. I gasped and he laughed. "Go on, then. Make the lists."

"Yes, Bach."

He left me in the room and closed the door. I picked up the paper and pen and sat on the rocking chair. I thought hard about things that I might want or need. I thought first of my clothes, but considering the amount of time I spent naked, I couldn't see that as a priority for him. So it went under "wants."

I didn't really have any needs. He was feeding me and I had access to the bathroom. I laughed a little. Is that all I really needed? I would have said my phone, but that wasn't happening. So why bother?

I went back to the wants. Music. I wanted music. Books. I wanted books. Sheets and a better mattress, but I held back on that. After all, he would probably tell me I had access to a wonderful bed. It just had him in it.

I sighed and put the pad down. Normally I would have thought of a whole list. I was always good at letters to Santa and thinking of things for birthday presents. But I was coming up blank.

I rocked for a bit, listening to the squeak. I looked at the bed and wondered how it would be to sleep in it, to curl up under blankets and be able to move without having plastic pull on my skin. At least I had the pillow now. That had helped.

I got up and looked in the dresser, pulling out each drawer and looking at the empty space. There was, however, one hoodie in the bottom drawer. It was heavy and looked warm. It gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. Why just a hoodie? No pants, no socks, just a hoodie. It was strange and I closed the drawer, letting the mystery remain.

I pulled back the curtain just a bit and looked out at the back yard. It looked like any yard in any tv show. I hadn't been outside since entering the house. Maybe I could add outdoor time to the needs list.

The door opened and he poked his head in. "All right, my dear, time's up."

"Yes, Bach."

I walked to the door and he took my hand. I followed him to his bedroom and to the bathroom door. "Shower time."

"Yes, Bach."

I blushed and went in. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I pulled the caftan over my head and set a towel on the edge of the sink. Once the water was the right temperature, I stepped in, my face hot with the knowledge he was watching every move.

He watched me shampoo and condition my hair then use the face wash. He watched me wash my body with the bar of soap then held up his hand. "Don't forget to shave my pussy, my dear. At least every other day."

"Yes, Bach."

I picked up the shaver and the can of shaving gel. I turned away from the spray and squeezed out a dollop. I rubbed it over my mound and carefully shaved it. The lips near the entrance were tricky and I couldn't tell if I got it all. But I was sure he'd tell me soon enough.

I turned around and he nodded. "Good. You can put it away now."

I put everything back in the caddy and reached for the knob.

"Not yet," he said. I lowered my hand and looked at him, waiting.

"Play with my pussy. Squeeze my clit and get yourself good and wet."

I blushed. He'd come under his hand but this was different. I wasn't one to masturbate often, and almost never in front of anyone. Just James a few times when we were feeling particularly frisky. Back when he would watch a porn clip and get all turned on then try to reenact it.

I started rubbing and squeezing his clit gently, pretending he wasn't watching. I closed my eyes and tried to focus just on the sensations in my body. The pressure was stimulating and I knew his pussy was getting wet.

He grabbed my chin and my eyes flew open. "Don't look away from me, girl. And don't be shy about it. Make my clit sting and get my pussy dripping wet."

"Yes, Bach."

He held on to my chin and stared into my eyes, only inches away. I moved faster, my fingers pressing harder on his clit. I took deep breaths and knew the water on my legs was mixing with my own fluid.

"Put some fingers inside, my dear. Push them in and out. And not gently."

"Yes, Bach."

I did what I was told. I slipped my index and middle fingers inside and stroked, my other hand still working his clit. He let go of my chin and backed up, smiling.

"Don't stop. I want to see you panting."

"Yes, Bach."

I kept going. Soon, my breath was ragged, and while I wasn't panting, I was certainly not silent. I felt his clit throb in between my fingers as I pinched and pulled it. I knew I was getting close.

"Please, Bach, can I come?"

"No, my dear. Stop now."

"What?"

"You heard me. Stop. Rinse your hands and come out."

I dropped my hands, my heart pounding. I'd been so close. Why hadn't he let me come? I'd asked permission. It made no sense.

I rinsed them as directed and turned off the water. He handed me the towel and watched as I got out and dried off. I put the towel in the hamper and reached for the caftan, but he stopped me with a hand on my wrist.

"No, my dear, not now. Follow me."