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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  If you are under
21, go away.  If you don't like this sort of thing, go away.  If you
do....keep on reading!

   This story is a sequel, of sorts, to my previous story "The Auction",
repsoted a few days ago on ASS.  It doesn't have to be read with the other
one, but you might understand the background of the characters better.  In
this story, though, the characters even get NAMES!  Quite an accomplishment
for me.  :)

   If you like it, please email me.  :) I like to hear from people!



   Aftermath by Pami (M/F, mdom, bond)



   She hesitantly knocked on his door.  Her heart was racing, and her palms
were sweaty.  She was frightened.  Scared that he was going to cut her out
of his life altogether.  And she didn’t want that.  He had opened up new
worlds for her, worlds that she wasn’t sure she could face if he wasn’t
there to guide her.

   He heard the knock and took a deep breath.  He wiped his damp palms
against his slightly faded blue jeans.  He wasn’t sure exactly what was
going to happen tonight, but he didn’t want her to see his uncertainty. 
That was part of being the dominant...  even if you were nervous, you
didn’t show the weakness to your submissive.  And she was a glorious
submissive, far superior to any he had the pleasure of spending time with
previously.  She was intelligent and witty, plus, she had the most
spankable, curvy ass and tits that simply cried out to be bound and
clamped. But they had issues to discuss tonight.  The events of last week
needed to be dealt with before any more play could occur.

   He opened the door and smiled briefly at her.  She looked pale, he
thought, but he thought she looked wonderful.  Her long wavy hair was
pulled up into a high ponytail, a la I Dream of Jeannie, and she had
minimal makeup on, preferring to let the creaminess of her skin tone show.

   When he greeted her, she had a difficult time looking him in the face.
He looked so serious, she thought, and not a glimmer of a twinkle shone in
his vivid green eyes.  She wondered what was going through his mind.  Did
he consider her actions a betrayal?  Did he even care?  She knew that she
had changed over the course of that night, and the subsequent sleepless
ones.  She agonized over her behavior.  Still...  she struggled to present
a serene front to match his.

   She stepped into the living room, and as she passed him, he noticed that
something was different about her.  She was dressed normally, in a
button-down oxford shirt tucked into a plaid miniskirt that ended about two
inches above her knees.  She smelled wonderful, and he inhaled the scent
of...vanilla...  as she walked by.  What was it that was different?  Ah, he
realized as she sat gingerly on the sofa, he knew what it was, and his
heart ached.  She somehow was lacking the pride and the self-assurance that
she normally wore like a badge of honor.  Had HE done this to her?

   He sat in a chair opposite her, and watched as she nervously pulled her
skirt down to cover her thighs.  An uncomfortable silence grew as neither
one of them knew where to start.

   Finally, she inhaled deeply, and let it out with almost a shudder.  She
lifted her deep brown eyes to his face, and he saw the unshed tears in
them. "I am so sorry, Andrew," she began, as the same moment that he
started his own apology.

   They both stopped and each laughed a small, short laugh.

   "You first," she quipped with the first actual smile of the night on her
face.

   "No, you," he grinned back at her.

   "No, you."

   "No, YOU."

   And so they went for a few rounds.  Until, both slightly out of breath,
they stopped.

   She breathed deeply one more time, and she tried again.  "Seriously, I
am so sorry about what happened last weekend."

   He cocked his head slightly to one side and raised a single eyebrow at
her.  "It looked to me like you enjoyed yourself immensely, my sweet.  In
fact, I honestly didn’t think a human could orgasm that many times without
passing out.  I only wish it had been me that you felt so free with," he
finished with his voice trailing off.  A REAL dom wouldn’t have shown so
much vulnerability, he mentally kicked himself.

   "I...  I can’t describe to you what it felt like, Andrew.  To be
displayed publicly as an object.  Bid upon like a real slave.  To have no
identity except what he chose to give me for that evening." She paused and
looked at him, and he saw the anguish in her eyes.  "I can’t deny the way
my body reacted.  Even my subconscious.  Every name he called me, every
slap or pinch or welt that he inflicted on me...  it was like I didn’t
really exist.  There was no ‘Caroline’.  I was only ‘slut’, ‘slave’,
‘whore’.  I didn’t think...I just reacted.  I thought that was what you
wanted.  It was YOUR idea to have me be in the auction, after all!" she
finished passionately, with an almost accusing tone in her voice.

   He winced inwardly.  It HAD been his idea.  She was reluctant at first,
but he had wanted the rest of the players in ‘the scene’ to see how
wonderful she was.  How beautiful she was.  How her self-assurance actually
added to her value as a sub, rather than detracting from her, as it seemed
so many doms thought.  And yes, he wanted them to envy him for having her.
What he hadn’t counted on was exactly how he was going to feel watching
another man possess her.  After the auction had ended, he had felt an inner
queasiness at watching the dom escort her into playroom #4.  The room was
well-equipped with crops, clamps, ropes, dildos, and, of course, a huge
bed. There was also a wall of mirrors.  Two-way mirrors, that enabled him,
and any other thrill-seekers, to observe the play inside.  And the things
he had observed!  He had watched the other dom completely deconstruct his
Caroline and rebuild her as his personal plaything.  He watched her go from
the self-confident and somewhat sassy subby that he loved to a spineless
pleasure-craving sex slave.  The sight of her glorious body responding to
another had hurt him far more than he had ever thought it could, but it was
when he heard her soul call that other man 'Master' that he thought he had
lost her forever.

   "Caroline, I never knew that it would go that far.  When I took you home
that next morning...  well, you practically didn’t even know who I was. 
What upset me the most was when I saw you bend down and kiss his shoe.  MY
Caroline would never have done that, and I don’t know that I would ever
want her to." He looked into her eyes and allowed her to glimpse his agony.
"I guess what I need to know is if you want to continue to see me, or if
you plan to continue to play with him.  Because I don’t think you can have
us both.  We both want different parts of you."

   His words struck a chord inside her.  He was hurt by her actions, that
she had known.  But to realize that he hurt FOR her...  well, that was
something special.  Because that night she had been drawn to the very
depths of the ‘dark side’ and she knew...  she KNEW that she did not want
to ever go there again.  It had always had a bit of exotic allure to her,
but now that she knew what it was all about...  well, she would always be
submissive, but she didn’t want to lose the essence of her being in the
process.

   "Andrew...  I...  I..." she stammered, struggling for the proper words
to come out, "I don’t want to be that..  that..  ANIMAL that I was that
night.  It was an extraordinary experience, and now I know how far I can
go. But it scared me.  I just want to be ME.  I want to give the GIFT of my
obedience, not have it wrestled away from me.  I don’t need to think about
it.  I want you.  I want you, Andrew.  Not him.  Not ever again!" she cried
vehemently.

   She sat straighter in her chair, and smiled at him.  A real smile.  And
he smiled back.  The decision was made.

   "Except..." she began thoughtfully.

   "Except what, my sweet?" he inquired.

   She looked him straight in the eyes, serious as she could be, and
finished, "Except, Andrew...  I do NOT want to be given away again.  Ever.
I can’t do it.  I can’t go through it anymore."

   "Is that what you thought, sweet?  You thought that I had given you
away?" At her nod, he continued, not caring anymore about maintaining that
aloof ‘dom’ demeanor.  "I didn’t want to give you away, I just wanted...  I
just wanted the others to envy me the perfection of my most treasured
subby. I didn’t think about the consequences, Caroline, and I am truly
sorry."

   He held his hands out to her in a gesture of supplication, and he was
astonished when she practically launched herself across the space
separating them and wrapped her arms around his waist, kneeling at his
feet.

   He hugged her back, and stroked her back, and they both reveled in the
closeness that they had rediscovered.  He marveled at her resilience, and
thought back over the other submissives he had the pleasure of playing with
over the years.  None of them matched her vibrance, and he knew that he
meant the apology.  They had both suffered through his selfishness and they
had both learned from it.

   She sighed and snuggled closer to her beloved Andrew.  He had no idea
how much she cared for him.  He appreciated her personality and seemed to
enjoy her occasional disobedience as much as she enjoyed pushing his
control sometimes.  She thought briefly about her experiences with other
doms, and she knew that she had finally found the one to whom she could,
and would, give her respect to.  She felt honored that he had admitted his
culpabililty in this debacle, and she knew that most doms would never allow
themselves to apologize to their sub, and she loved him all the more for
it.

   As they hugged, and as the initial glow of warm and fuzzy feelings
faded, he became aware of her full breasts pressing somewhere against his
stomach.  And as his mind recognized that fact, certain other body parts
registered their approval of the sensation.

   She smirked to herself as she felt his arms tighten almost imperceptibly
around her.  His breathing increased slowly, and she couldn’t resist
slipping her hand underneath the waist of his sweater and lightly running
her fingernails across his back.

   "Mmmmm..." he rumbled deep in his throat, as her nails dug slightly into
his skin.  She loved to do that to him, and god, he loved it too.  He
reached one hand up to her ponytail, wrapped the long length around his
hand and pulled her head back so that she was looking into his eyes.  Her
brown eyes seemed to be darkening as he gazed into them, briefly glancing
at her lips when she licked them nervously.  Good, he thought, that was
always a sign that she was becoming aroused.

   She adored it when he pulled her hair like that.  Not really yanking on
it, but more of an immobilization of her head.  She felt her nipples
hardening against her bra, and she ached for his touch there.  What she
settled for, though, was for the sight of his head descending to hers, and
his lips hungrily nibbling against her own.  It was not a gentle kiss,
rather it was a kiss that was branding her as his forever.  Her mouth
opened for him, and she felt his tongue swirl inside and over the sensitive
roof of her mouth, before withdrawing.  He began to pull away slightly, but
her moan of disappointment turned into a long, low purr as his teeth
latched onto her lower lip and tugged at it.

   He felt that purr before he heard it, and he reveled in it.  She might
have gasped, moaned, and screamed that awful night for that other man, but
he knew she hadn’t purred with satisfaction.  He let her go and looked into
her flushed face.  "Upstairs.  The bedroom.  Go get ready for me, sweet."
As she rose to her feet to obey, he added, "And use the blindfold, love.  I
want you to concentrate on what I am going to make you feel."

   She smiled at him, a sexual hunger building in her loins, "Yes, sir."
She turned and bounced across the room, wanting to run to get ready for
him, but trying to maintain some composure.

   Andrew rose from his chair when she had disappeared up the stairs to
make his own preparations.  He wanted to make this an extra special time
for her.  In light of the recent debacle, he wanted to remind her of the
ecstasy that he thought only they could reach together.

   He climbed the stairs to the second floor slowly.  The classical music
he had selected on the stereo was playing on ‘repeat’, the sound carrying
throughout the house courtesy of the extra speakers he had run through the
ceiling into the bedroom.  He was stark naked, his ruddy skin glowing in
the light, his cock half-hard at the thought of how Caroline was waiting
for him.  He entered the bedroom and stopped at the sight of her.

   She had stripped off her clothing and had lain down on the bed facing
the ceiling.  Her ankles were bound to the foot of the bed with the
restraints that he kept there for her use, and her left hand was bound
similarly.  Only her right wrist was free, and she had placed that by the
headboard so that it was easy for him to quickly attach the restraint to
that one as well.  She had unbound her wavy hair, and it flowed down over
her shoulders, slightly covering the upper curves of her generous breasts.
Her fair skin glowed in the candlelight, as she had turned off the harsh
electric lights and lit five or six candles he kept around the room.  In
fact, as he inhaled deeply, he smiled as he realized that the ones she had
lit were scented with vanilla...  the ones that she had given him.

   He approached the bed, and she smiled as she thought about his view. 
She knew that he was standing between her spread legs, and that he could
see the pinkness of her inner lips in the candlelight.  She wondered if her
excitement was showing yet.  She heard him cross to her right side, and
then he quickly attached the remaining restraint, allowing her the freedom
to wriggle around a bit, but not the ability to move away from his touch.
She strained her ears to hear what he was doing, but all she could hear
were the strains of the violins and cellos as they played the refrain to
some symphony.

   Suddenly she felt a stab of sensation on her left nipple.  It was his
fingers, pinching her rather lightly, although she felt the pressure grow
steadily as he started twisting at the same time.  She moaned as the pain
traveled through her, and the touch left her.  She waited to feel the same
thing on her right nipple, and was slightly disappointed when it did not
come.  She knew her tits were one of her best features, and Andrew tended
to be a lover who tried to pleasure each globe equally.

   He watched the quizzical look cross her face, and smiled.  "What, little
one?  Waiting for something, my greedy girl?"

   "Please...  don’t neglect the other one, Andrew.  Please..." she smirked
at him, not sounding submissive at all.  In fact, he reflected, he needed
to assert his position.  He grabbed a length of rope off of the nearby
dresser.  He sat down on the bed next to her and ran the end of the rope up
and down her cheek.

   "Do you know what this is, pet?  Hmmmm?" he asked rhetorically, knowing
that she wouldn’t answer.  "I think you need to remember just who is in
charge here, sweet." And with that comment, he began to wrap the rope
around her closest breast.

   She shivered as she felt him begin to bind her tits.  She wasn’t really
a fan of rope bondage, but she didn’t mind it, and if she needed to go
through it to please him, she would.  She felt the pressure building in her
bosom as he wound the rope around and around each orb, distending them into
more of a watermelon shape.

   He finished and he got up off of the bed to admire his handiwork.  Her
tits stood practically straight up off of her chest, the large nipples
seeming even larger because of the blood that was trapped in them.  He
reached over to the dresser for another implement, and smiled at the
thought of her reaction to it.  He crossed over to her other side, and
then, with the rapidity of a snake, he struck.  Not too heavily...bondage
made the skin more sensitive, but enough to make her jump.

   She flinched as she felt the stinging on her nipple.  It was that small
leather flogger.  She just knew it as she felt the tails of several strands
bite into her skin.  One was a direct strike on the tip of her nipple, and
she let out a startled shriek.

   He shushed her and then lightly dragged the tips of the leather over her
sensitive tit.  He knew she felt it from the way she tried to arch her back
into the whip to gain more sensation.  His Caroline was a sensation slut,
and he loved it.  He smiled as he struck her again with the flogger across
the exposed portion of her breast.  He saw the redness from the strands
mark her fair skin, not hard enough to leave a lasting welt, but just
enough that she would remember it.  And then he began to flog her tits in
earnest, alternating between them.

   "OOOhhhh," she moaned as he struck her again and again with that
devilish little whip.  Her tits felt like they were swelling, and the
bondage had made her already erect nipples almost agonizingly sensitive. 
The stinging that she felt sent waves of arousal through her entire body,
and she could feel her pussy growing moist.  Each slap was like a thousand
little pinches all over her areola.

   He couldn’t stand it any longer as he watched her squirm on the bed.  He
had to taste her.  Now.  He dropped the flogger and knelt next to her on
the bed, quickly engulfing her entire areola into his mouth.  He sucked
hard on it, enjoying the ruched flesh against his tongue as he worried the
nipple back and forth.  Her increasingly loud groans told him that he was
pleasing her, at least almost as much as he was pleasing himself.  She
tasted sweet, and slightly salty...probably from her anxiety earlier.

   She gave herself up to the feelings in her body, and just let herself
absorb the response she had to him.  That she was with her adored Andrew
made it better than it ever could have been with that other dom.  With
Andrew she knew that she wouldn’t lose her identity forever.  He would
never ask her to sacrifice herself or her inner self to satisfy his own
need for domination.  He would instead take her to places that she wouldn’t
have thought to visit on her own.  He could, and indeed, he WAS, letting
her just release all of her control and leave the driving up to him.

   As he drew away from her tits, he looked at them.  Normally dark pink
when she was aroused, the bondage had turned her nipples almost a burgundy
color, and he knew it was time to release them.  He slowly unwound the
ropes, massaging her breasts to stimulate the blood flow back into them. 
He didn’t want her to lose her edge, though, so as soon as he was finished,
he grabbed for the clamps.  He attached the pincers to each of her teats,
adjusting them tightly so they would not slip off.  Indeed, he attached
them tighter than he ever had before, listening to her gasps to judge when
he had pushed as far as he could.

   He took one of the pillows from the chair in the corner, and tapped her
on the hip.  "Up," he commanded as he slid the pillow underneath her hips
and bottom as she raised up slightly.

   "Ahhhh, perfect, my sweet," he complimented her as he stood between her
legs.  Before, he had been able to get a glance of her inner lips, but with
the pillow raising her up, he could easily see the sweetness of her juices
between her legs.  He picked up the next of his little torture devices and
ran it up and down her moistness.

   She felt the end of something tickling her pussy lips.  Her cunt was
bare, shaved as he liked it, and she had taken great care to make sure that
she hadn’t missed a single hair.  Truthfully, she preferred it this way for
sex play anyway, since she thought it made her entire vulva that much more
sensitive, but she let him think she did it solely for his pleasure. 
Sometimes the sub needed to let the dom think he was winning, she smirked
to herself.

   He slid the dildo deep inside her pussy in one thrust.  "You get so WET,
love," he told her with a smile on his face.

   "I can’t help it," she wailed.  She was always embarrassed by how easily
she was aroused, and how copious her juices were.

   He watched the pink spread on her face, and was astounded as always that
this woman, one of the most sensual that he had ever met, still BLUSHED! 
Still, he concentrated on his task, ignoring his own throbbing cock, as he
withdrew the toy from her depths and then smoothly reversed course,
piercing her anew with each movement of his wrist.  He maintained a slow
but steady pace, not quickening or slowing, intently observing her hips as
she strove to grind into the instrument of her pleasure.

   She groaned with the need building in her.  The slow strokes were only
building her tension.  She wanted it fast and furious.  That always sent
her over the edge to ecstasy.  As she ground her teeth in an effort to hold
back the words she longed to use to beg him to give her an orgasm, she
heard it.  It was barely there, but she heard it.

   "Are you LAUGHING at me?" she asked in astonishment, blindly turning her
head from side to side as if doing so would allow her to see his face.

   He smiled broadly.  "No, of course not.  Would I do that?" he asked as
he slid the toy as far into her as he could and held it there for a moment.

   "Damn it, Andrew, you ARE!  What is so funny?" she asked as she felt a
shudder of pleasure go down her spine causing her to arch her back.

   He pulled the dildo out and just held it.  In fact, he didn’t move a
muscle, he just watched her face.

   "Answer me, Andrew.  Answer me, NOW!" she finished commandingly.

   He rose off of the bed and sighed, feeling his hard-on subside into a
sort of semi-turgid state as he debated how to handle this.

   He didn’t verbally answer her, but instead unfastened her left ankle and
pulled her leg up toward her head.  He did the same with the right, leaving
her wrists attached to the headboard, and then he attached the d-rings from
her ankles to the headboard as well, thereby binding her in a position that
left her bottom open to his gaze.  He thought that perhaps the position was
a bit painful to her, but she was limber and with the pillow under her
hips, she was essentially lying on her upper back.  He thought she could
handle it for a while.

   "My dear, sweet, adorable Caroline.  I simply will NOT allow you to
speak to me that way.  I am in control here, and you will listen to me, not
the other way around.  I think you need a lesson to remind you of exactly
what your position is here," he spoke to her in a stern voice with no
thread of humor.

   She quivered inside at the tone in his voice.  She knew that she hadn’t
been behaving very submissively, but she was just being HER.  Still, she
had commanded him to do something, and that was pretty much against the
unwritten rules.  She didn’t really mind the prospect of a punishment very
much...  she realized long ago that a little pain simple made the
subsequent pleasure inflicted that much more ecstatic.  She knew Andrew
wouldn’t push her too hard, not like that other man had done.  She wasn’t
afraid of subspace with Andrew, knowing that she could trust him not to
push her too far.

   She heard him cross across the room one more time, and wondered what he
was getting.  Was it the cane that she hated so much?  The one that left
the rather painful welts from time to time?  Was it the crop?  That
devilish little item that felt like a line of fire every time he used it on
her bottom?  Perhaps it was the slapper, the flexible little square of
leather with the holes in it that stung so wonderfully.  She tried to move
a little bit, but the position she was in, hands and feet almost together
over her head, made the only movement possible a slight rocking from side
to side.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to stay like this for very long,
but so far she was ok.

   And then, out of nowhere, he struck.

   CRACK!  The heavy sound of the leather covered paddle striking her
rounded buttocks was easily heard over the music.  "OW!" she shrieked,
mostly from being startled, since the slap was loud, but not very hard.

   He smiled to himself at her yell.  He knew he hadn’t really hurt her,
but he thought that he just might have to cause her a bit more pain to make
her remember exactly what their relationship was.  He used the paddle to
land a smack square on her right cheek, and quickly raised it to see a
faint white imprint from the paddle fade and a fiery red mark appear in its
place.  He waited until the mark reached its full bloom and then left a
corresponding one on her left buttock.  He watched her squirm, knowing that
the heat from the marks was working its magic on her.

   She felt the pain from the strokes fade and a glorious warmth take their
place.  Just as she would recognize the relief from the initial sting, he
would mark her again.  Over and over it went, and her entire ass felt like
it was on fire.  She stopped her little shrieks from each spank, and
instead she let out little oh’s and moans.  He was into a rhythm, and she
started to anticipate each stroke, lifting her bottom up to meet the
paddle. She was a bit of a masochist from time to time, and this spanking
was perfectly to her tastes.

   Andrew recognized her anticipation of his motions and knew that she was
enjoying this paddling as much as he was.  He loved watching her full
bottom go from the pale creamy moons it normally was it the fiery red of a
harvest moon hanging low on the horizon.  He couldn’t explain why he found
it such a turn on, but it was.  Whether it was the sensuous motions of her
hips as she arched into the paddle, the erotic moans that escaped her lips,
or the wetness he saw beginning to glisten on her pussy, he didn’t know or
care.  All he knew was that his cock was hard again, and he could feel the
pre-come on the tip of it from the lust building in the room.

   Caroline finally reached the point where the pain was becoming too much.
The point where the pain is just pain, and NOT a gateway to pleasure. 
"Please....  please...  stop..." she started to entreat her tormentor.  As
he disregarded her pleas, she began to cry.

   Andrew continued the paddling for a few more strokes, just so that she
would remember that it was a punishment and not for her pleasure, and then
he stopped.  He looked down at her blindfolded eyes, and noted the tears
that had streaked out from them and dripped down the sides of her head and
her cheeks.  Outsiders would not understand, but he knew, and she knew,
that the tears were a release.  A release of her guilty feelings and they
served as an absolution of sorts.  It wasn’t the first time he had
disciplined her to the point of crying, and it probably wouldn’t be the
last.

   As her slight sobs subsided, she became aware of the discomfort of her
position.  Without the sharp smacks from the paddle to concentrate upon,
the other aches from her legs and hips began to escalate.  She moaned and
twisted a bit in an effort to alleviate them, to no avail.

   He watched her move about and he ignored the part of him that told him
to release her now.  His baser instinct won out, and he suddenly knelt on
the mattress at the foot of the bed.  He saw her go completely still as she
tried to figure out exactly what he was doing, and he smiled.  She had no
idea what he was about to do.

   He couldn’t help himself, and he leaned closer, suddenly taking his
tongue and running it from her clit, across her wet pussy, and ending at a
spot right behind her tightly puckered rosebud.

   Caroline’s senses immediately centered on the wetness of his tongue
running over her sensitive nether regions.  As soon as he started the
motion, though, it was over and she could have sworn that she imagined it,
especially since there was no other motion for long moments.

   What she couldn’t see was Andrew’s face, eyes closed in concentration,
as he inhaled deeply right over her pussy.  She smelled wonderful, and
although he knew the last few moments of the paddling had been painful for
her, her cunt was still freely flowing her juices, enticing him to taste
her further.  The heat from her punished ass cheeks glowed against his
face...  or was it the heat from inside her?  He couldn’t restrain himself
any longer, and he silently buried his face in the pinkness of her
delicious pussy.

   He nibbled at her clit, poking it back and forth with his tongue, and
then suddenly sucking it as hard as he could.  He right hand was slowly
massaging his rock-hard cock as he concentrated on his task.  His chin was
covered with her wetness, and he licked lower, piercing her small slit with
his agile tongue, slipping it as far into her as he could and wiggling it
back and forth.  His ears detected her whimpering with the pleasure he was
giving her, and he reveled in it.  He wanted her to remember that he,
Andrew, knew her body better than that other ‘dom’, and that he could drive
her to even greater heights of ecstasy.

   Caroline was lost in the sensations in her cunt.  The aches and
discomfort of her awkward position were forgotten as he bit one of her
inner pussy lips and pulled on it, stretching it and then letting it snap
back.  When he placed his mouth over her passage and simply sucked, she
heard him slurp as he drank her wetness down.  She couldn’t control her
small groans and wails as the pleasure engulfed her mind.

   He swallowed as he continued to feast on her flesh, smiling slightly as
he did so.  She truly did get wetter than any woman he had ever been with,
but he loved it.  He never could convince her that he was fascinated by it,
and that it was sort of an ego stroke to him that she did lubricate so
amazingly.  As he listened to the noises escaping her mouth, he knew what
would send her over the edge.  He took the tip of his tongue and traced a
path down to her asshole, lovingly flicking it over and over.

   When he licked her back door, she bucked up at him.  She was incredibly
sensitive back there, and she felt shamed by the fact that it felt so good
to be touched in such a ‘dirty’ place.  As he pressed harder on the tiny
hole, she felt it open and just the end of his tongue snaked in.  She
envisioned his face up against her reddened ass, and his eyes looking at
her over the rounded ridge of her cunt.  When he suddenly took his thumb
and forefinger and pulled on her pulsing clit, she thundered into a climax.


   His tongue was forced out of her back passage, but he continued to lick
it, rimming her as he felt the contractions and spasms rush through her
body.  Caroline’s screams reverberated through the room, and he was glad
that he had a house on a couple of acres of land so that there were no
neighbors to call the police.

   Finally, her body relaxed and Andrew kneeled back up.  He looked at her
lying there, still panted and occasionally shivering as an aftershock ran
through her.  He reached up and released the restraints on her ankles,
bringing them her legs down slowly, to give her time to get the blood
flowing back properly.  He then extended his hand, and took the blindfold
off, allowing her liquid brown eyes to adjust to the light in the room.  He
thought to himself that she looked properly submissive now.  He didn’t know
whether it was the orgasm or the punishment, but Caroline was mellowed now
into the most irresistible woman he had ever known.  It always happened
during a play session.  She just needed someone to control her.

   She looked at him, feeling completely at peace for the moment.  Her
buttocks still ached, and probably would for a day or so, but it was a
comforting ache.  One that reminded her where she belonged, and who she
belonged with.  Her eyes ran over his tall form, and she saw his still
erect prick standing up against his belly, and she smiled.

   "Perhaps you would like me to take care of that for you, sir?" she asked
him, flickering her gaze down so that he knew what she was talking about.

   Andrew chuckled, "Oh?  Is my greedy girl hungry?  Would she like a
taste?"

   Caroline just nodded and deliberately ran her tongue around her lips,
wetting them.  "Please...." she asked.

   As she lay on her back, hands still restrained to the headboard, Andrew
moved so that he was straddling her shoulders.  He sat back slightly,
feeling her tits against his ass as he waved his cock over her face.

   "No hands, my dear....just your mouth this time," he told her as she
stuck her tongue out in an effort to lick him.

   He took his cock and continued to tease her, jacking off slowly right
above her eyes so that she could see the pulsing of the vein running up the
underside of the throbbing shaft.  He loved hearing her moans as she was
frustrated, and he adored watching her eyes follow his hand up and down the
instrument of her torture.  Finally, he squeezed hard and a pearl of
wetness appeared at the tip.  He allowed her tongue to reach up and remove
it, laughing inwardly as he watched her swallow his taste.

   He pointed his cock down at her open mouth and then suddenly changed his
target, slapping her across the right cheek with the head.  He repeated it
on her left cheek, and then commanded, "Tongue out..."

   She obediently extended her tongue as far as it could go, and held it
there as he slapped her tongue repeatedly with his rock-solid erection. 
She opened her mouth as wide as possible, hoping that he would take the
hint and thrust into her waiting warmth, but he didn’t.

   He watched her open wide, and let her wait.  He saw the doubt creep
across her face as he ignored her motion, and then, when that emotion
disappeared and she seemed resigned to moving at his pace, he finally
slipped his cock into her wet mouth.  Almost immediately, he felt her
tongue wrap itself over and around his pole and she began to suck at the
same time.  The suction was light at first, but as he felt the wetness in
her mouth grow, she suddenly changed gears and he saw her cheeks hollow as
she sucked as hard as she could.  It felt like a vortex against the
sensitivity of his prick, and he groaned loudly.

   His pre-come was flowing pretty freely now, and she loved the taste of
him.  He was slightly bitter, but she didn’t care - it was the taste of
HIM. She had to continuously swallow to keep from drowning, and she did so,
raising her head to try to get his entire cock into her mouth so the head
would be in her throat.  He kept teasing her by slightly withdrawing and
then thrusting back into her wet cavern.

   He felt her squirming beneath his ass, and glanced behind him to see her
opening and closing her legs in a worthless effort to get some friction on
her pussy.  He could see the puddle that had formed beneath her, which
turned him on even more.

   Caroline moaned in disappointment as Andrew withdrew from her mouth, but
she couldn’t do anything about it since her hands were still bound above
her head.  He swiftly moved down the bed, between her spread legs and in
one motion, slid deep inside her steaming cunt.

   She felt WONDERFUL around him, he thought to himself as he began to fuck
her.  She had the most incredible pussy, and Andrew shivered as he felt her
walls constrict around him, holding his cock tightly.  It was like she was
made for him.  He always felt like she was some kind of massaging velvet or
silken glove closing around his hardness.

   She let out a moan of ecstasy as his prick thrust into her wetness.  She
loved to be fucked.  Caroline loved it in any position, and she had loved
it with a few different partners, but nothing compared to when Andrew was
inside her.  He alternately thrust hard and quick and then would slow down
and feed her inch by inch of his glorious cock.  His stamina was amazing;
there were more than a few nights that he had been known to go for an hour
or two of straight fucking, just changing positions from time to time.  He
reached down now and began to rub her clit, and she didn’t know which felt
better, the friction inside her or the motion on her.

   He knew this time he was not going to set any records for stamina.  He
didn’t know why, and he didn’t care to analyze it just now.  He only knew
that he could feel his balls about to explode and he wanted them to come
together.  He felt her begin to clench more convulsively around him, and he
speeded up his thrusts.  She came hardest when being fucked fast and hard,
and he certainly wasn’t one to complain.

   Finally, as he felt he could stand no longer, he reached his other hand
down and quickly grabbed the forgotten dildo, sliding it into her ass.

   She squealed as she felt him penetrate her backdoor, and she lost
control over her body.  Her climax was more powerful than the last, and her
entire body froze and then began to shudder with her release.  Her scream
was louder than before, and longer, and she thought she wanted to die, she
felt so good.

   When Andrew felt her freeze, he knew what was next.  All of a sudden his
cock felt like it was grabbed by a fist and her cunt squeezed him more
tightly than he could remember it doing in a long time.  His roar
accompanied the rush of his orgasm, and his come spurted hard into her
channel as he held his prick in her as far as he could.  He thought he was
going to pass out, and he closed his eyes to deal with the sensations
running from the tip of his head down to his toes and to the end of his
spraying cock.

   Finally, he opened his eyes and saw her lying beneath him, looking up at
him with tears in her eyes.  His heart stopped as he leaned down, gathered
her in his arms and released her wrists from their confinement.  Her arms
went around him, and she cried.  He felt an answering lump in his throat
and wondered why they were both crying.  It wasn’t very ‘dom-ly’ of him to
get like this, he thought, and he tried to subtly swallow and blink back
the unshed tears in his own eyes.

   "I love you so much, Andrew," she managed to get out as her crying
abated.  "I didn’t think this would ever happen again.  I thought you
wouldn’t ever want to touch me again."

   He shushed her and caressed her flushed cheeks and forehead as he kissed
her tears.  His other hand reached back and twined itself through her
flowing hair.  He pulled on it, tilting her face up to his, and he smiled
tenderly at her.

   "You are mine, Caroline.  Always." And he reached down and kissed her
with all the love that he felt in his heart.

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