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Fantasy Interlude No. 6 - Sally Spanked, Part 1 of 2  (FemSub, anal, mast)

(WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual variations that may not appeal 
to all people and is not intended for anyone under 18 or who is offended by 
unusual sexual practices.  If you are under 18 or are offended by such 
practices, do not read further.)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This story is a fantasy.  Real couples may engage is some or 
all of these activities, but this story is principally written to explore the 
thoughts and feelings that may cause some individuals to choose alternative 
sexual activities.

(If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more like this, e-mail me at 
BPri563419@aol.com.)

Sally woke up the next day after a deep restful sleep.  "No wonder," she 
thought to herself.  She'd had multiple orgasms before, but last night's 
interlude had brought her off hard in two completely separate episodes.  She 
thought back on how excited living out part of her slave fantasy had been, 
and she felt a cozy warmth in her cunt.

She asked herself, "Do I regret it?"  Was this the cold dawn of the morning 
after, where she would feel embarrassed of what she'd done and what she'd 
felt?  Would she feel sheepish to face Brad today?  

But Sally found she didn't feel ashamed.  She felt satisfied.  Last night's 
orgasms weren't just in her cunt.  They were in her mind too.  For once, the 
inside had matched the outside.  And that match was deeply satisfying, right 
down to her soul.  It was a relief, like coming out of hiding to find that 
there was no need to hide anymore.  She felt relaxed and excited at the same 
time.

And she owed it to Brad.  She looked at his dozing form and felt a rush of 
affection for him.  She scooted over and pressed her body against his.  Her 
arms reached around and hugged him across the chest, pulling him tightly 
against her breasts.  She felt her nipples rubbing his back and they began to 
stiffen.  It felt so good to feel him against her.

"Ummm," Brad murmured.  'You feel so good," he said.  "I love you."

"I love you ... Master...," Sally replied.  She felt mischievous and happy.  
She began to stroke Brad's chest, rubbing her palm over his nipples.  Then 
her hand dropped down and felt for his penis.  It was still soft, but cradled 
in her hand, it began to fill.  She gently squeezed it, like a beating heart. 
 

She let herself drift into the fantasy again.  This was her beloved Master.  
His sexual pleasure was her reason for being.  She wanted to thank him for 
the glorious pleasure he had given her last night.

"Mmmmm," Brad purred as he sleepily enjoyed her attentions.  Sally's hand 
danced up to his nipples and started circling each with a fingertip.  Then 
she began to pinch each one, slipping from one to the other.  "Unh ... ohh 
...," Brad moaned with appreciation.  Her hand went back to his cock.  She 
ringed it with her thumb and forefinger and lightly stroked up and down.

"Oh, this is a very nice way to wake up," he sighed.  It felt so nice to be 
attended to.  He hadn't had to get horny and then take action to try to 
satisfy his lust.  He hadn't even been lusting.  That was her doing.  Because 
he wasn't horny, it didn't have the urgency it usually did.  He could just 
lay back and bask in it.  It was more like being petted than masturbated.

Sally thought for a second how unusual this was.  Brad initiated 95% of their 
sex.  This was her fantasy taking over.  She marveled at what a difference 
that made.  Normally, sex would have been the farthest
thing from her mind this morning.  Having made love last night, sex would 
have hardly occurred to her for a week if Brad didn't bring it up.  But the 
spark lit by living out her slave fantasy was still there.

Sally also felt the lack of urgency that Brad did.  She didn't have to make 
him come.  She just wanted to make him happy that he had a penis and that she 
was a woman.  She grasped his penis in her palm and let herself relax and 
enjoy the feeling of the stiffness of his penis in her hand.  She sensed the 
warmth of the blood filling it and felt the faint pulsation of his heartbeats 
in it.

Sally felt with her thumb at the tip of his cockhead.  A dribble of precum 
was starting to ooze from it.  The touch of it gave her a thrill of pride -- 
it meant her Master was pleased with her ministrations.  She spread it over 
Brad's cockhead and let the slipperiness lubricate her thumb as it stroked 
his glans.

"OHHhhh," Brad groaned softly but deeply.  "Ohhhhhh," as she continued, 
milking more of the transparent liquid from his slit. She bent her head down 
and took one nipple in her mouth and began to very gently lick and suck it.  
"Ohhhhhh," was all Brad could manage to say.

"I love you, Master," Sally said softly.  And she felt the conviction of it 
swell within her.  It felt so good to say that. "I love your body.  I love 
your cock.  I want to make you feel so good."  She continued to make her 
actions very gentle.  She wanted to enjoy this intense feeling of closeness 
and devotion as long as she could.

Brad opened his eyes and rolled on his side, facing her.  Sally turned her 
hand on his cock, but kept a gentle grip on it.  It felt like a lifeline 
between them, her hand on his cock, like a circuit that connected her heart 
to his.

Brad looked at her with an expression of deep gratitude and joy. He reached 
an arm around her shoulders and crushed her to him.  "I love you so much!  
You make me and my body feel so good and so loved!"  He began to kiss her 
hungrily on the lips and then he pressed his cheek to hers and held her 
gently and lovingly.  He stroked her back and cupped her ass in his hand.  
Sally still felt his cock firm in her hand.

"This feels so good that I hate to stop, but I'm hungry!" Brad announced, 
chuckling.  "Man does not live by sex alone!"

"Don't you want finish?" Sally asked, startled.  It was Sunday morning.  She 
wouldn't have guessed that Brad would turn down sex unless he was late for 
work!

Brad thrilled at hearing her offer, but he said, "Honey, you about finished 
me for good last night!  That was so hot!  But a man has to keep up his 
strength!  You know there's more to life than fucking, you horny girl!  I 
love what you're doing, but let's save something for tonight!"  He leaned 
over and kissed her again.

Sally felt a moment of the doubt that all slaves feel.  Weren't her sexual 
attentions pleasing him enough?  She had to win his approval.  But she 
reassured herself by looking at his stiff hard-on swinging in front of him as 
he got up and pulled his robe on.

"You take your shower now," he suggested.  "I'll make us some breakfast."

As he left, Sally felt mixed feelings.  On the one hand, she had been in the 
mood to continue their role-play for a little while longer.  Something had 
really gotten into her.  In another part of her mind she remembered that she 
had been worried about whether these sex games would intrude into the rest of 
their lives and somehow upset the balance between them.  So it was reassuring 
in a way that Brad was saying that things could go back to normal.  Maybe it 
was best to keep it to "scenes," and not try to carry on too long.  She 
remembered the old Vaudeville adage, "Leave 'em wanting more."

Sally slipped out of bed and started her shower.  As she stepped into the 
warm water, she couldn't get the images and ideas of last night out of her 
mind.  Fantasies that had been hidden in a cramped compartment of her mind 
had been seen the light of day and they didn't want to go back yet.  

As the water swirled over her breasts, they didn't seem like the same 
breasts.  They were breasts that belonged to her Master, they were for her 
Master's pleasure.  They seemed more important because of that.  She looked 
at them with new eyes.  She watched the water flow over them and she cupped 
them and hefted them.  Her fingers closed around them and her thumbs slid 
over her nipples.  The wetness made them slippery and the feel of her thumbs 
and fingers squeezing her nipples was pleasurable.

Then Sally thought of what Brad had made her say last night, that she wanted 
other men to lust after her breasts too.  She felt a prickle go up the back 
of her neck.  She knew deep down it was true.  Part of her wanted desperately 
to be desirable to men, to all men, to know that she was sexy, beautiful, ... 
hot.  It was an ego trip.  Part of her was ashamed of that: good girls should 
want to be "pretty," not erotic.  Only sluts want to make men horny for their 
bodies, her conscience said.

But when Brad made her say it, it had felt good to admit it.  It released 
something inside her to say to herself, "I've got it and I like it.  My body 
turns men on.  I can make them hot for me."  Despite the universal female 
inferiority complex, she had known since she was a teen that she was 
good-looking in most anybody's book.  But she had always struggled with 
whether it was OK to be sexy.  Hearing Brad order her felt like permission to 
want to be sexy.

As she rubbed her tits harder, she imagined being paraded in front of a room 
of men, members of a sex club.  Her Master was presenting her to the other 
members for approval.  As she pawed her own breasts, she could feel the men's 
eyes on her tits.  She imagined their lustful gazes, their approval being 
demonstrated by their penises hardening as their eyes drank in her form.

Sally could feel the warm water coursing down over her belly and flowing into 
her pubic hair and falling from her pussy lips to the floor of the tub.  One 
hand snaked down with the water and found her clitoris.  She sucked in her 
breath as her finger began to stroke her engorged nub.  God, that feels good, 
she thought.  She imagined her hand was the hand of one of the club members, 
parting her cunt lips to inspect her.

She felt the puffiness of her cunt lips engorged with blood of her rising 
sexual excitement.  Her fingers gathered up the juice her pussy was oozing 
and mixed with the trickling water to make a double slippery lubricant.  She 
imagined her inspector approved of the wetness he could feel between her legs 
and commended her to her Master.  She drove one, then two fingers into her 
opening and thrilled at the feeling of penetration.

They would want to inspect her ass too, she thought.  They would want her to 
be open to invading fingers at that entrance too.  A slave has no privacy, no 
modesty.  It is her duty to overcome any inhibitions, any barriers to her 
Master's pleasure.  She shuddered as her excitement jumped at the thought of 
steeling herself to submit to that most intimate of caresses.  She felt her 
cunt tightening around her finger and blossoming at the cervix.

Sexual arousal was making her feel drunk but intense.  She felt an urgent 
need to push her excitement to the next level.  Opening the shower curtain, 
she reached for the jar of Vaseline on the countertop and brought it into the 
shower.  Leaning against the shower wall, she pulled a large glob of jelly 
from the jar and reached behind herself.  Still rubbing her clit with one 
hand, she pushed the lube into her asshole.

With the warm water flowing all around, it seemed easier than it had last 
night.  She felt her finger slide inside herself easily.  Sally worked the 
jelly all around inside.  She reached for another helping of lubrication and 
slid it up as far as she could reach.  She was surprised how easily her 
finger slipped in.  The excitation from her pussy and the soothing spray of 
the shower seemed to be relaxing her ass too.

Sally started to work her finger in and out of her ass in short strokes.  Her 
mind was back in the fantasy sex club.  Her Master's finger was opening up 
her ass for inspection, showing the other members how he had trained her so 
well to be accepting of this requirement.  He wiggled his finger this way and 
that to show them how relaxed she was.  Sally twisted her own finger to 
stretch her anal opening to the side to open it wider.  She pushed her finger 
up as far as she could and strained to push her knuckle against her asshole.  
Yes, her Master was pleased with her demonstration.

But one of the other men was not impressed.  A finger is one thing, he said, 
but she has to be able to take more than that.  Sally pulled out another 
dollop of Vaseline with another finger and plunged it into her backside.  Now 
it really was getting slippery in there.  She was surprised how easily the 
finger went in.  May I inspect her? the second man asked her Master.  He put 
some lubrication on two fingers and thrust them roughly into Sally's rear 
passage.  She winced, but relaxed and allowed his fingers to penetrate her.

In the shower Sally was alternating between the two fingers, one at a time.  
Then she scrubbed her clitoris hard and inserted both fingers at once.  
Instantly her sphincter protested.  She felt the ring of muscle tensing and 
pulling.  She pulled her fingers out, but gently pushed them back in.  Out 
and in she pulled and pushed, a little deeper each time.  It felt tight, but 
she could feel the muscles loosening.  She pulled another glob of jelly out 
and thrust her fingers back in.

In her fantasy she imagined her inspector was thrusting his fingers in and 
out more and more roughly and insistently.  He reached around and started 
fingering her clitoris with his other hand.  She's got to get used to coming 
with a cock in her ass, he told the other men.  I want to feel her coming 
when I'm inside her, he said.

By now Sally had her two fingers all the way inside her.  As the feelings 
from her finger matched the events in her fantasy, her arousal was soaring to 
a new level.  She felt a rush of sensation and emotion welling up from deep 
in her subconscious.  She had done it.  She was being fucked in the ass, like 
a good slave.  She was a good slave.  Her Master would be so pleased.  She 
would be able to please him so well.  She had another gift to give him.

As her mind raced with these thoughts, Sally felt a flush all over.  Her skin 
was warm all over.  Her muscles felt weak, she was so aroused.

Her hand reached up and detached the telephone shower and brought it to her 
cunt.  She flipped the setting to a single coarse stream and shot it at her 
clit.  The rush of the water over her delicate bud was electrifying.  She 
drove her fingers into her backside, stretching the opening another bit.

In her mind she imagined her Master had pushed the other member's hand aside. 
 He had drawn out his cock and greased it and pushed it inside her ass, to 
demonstrate for all that her ass was properly trained.  He fucked her in long 
slow strokes, while the other member continued to penetrate her pussy with 
one finger and rub her clit with his thumb.

In the shower, Sally felt sandwiched between the throb of the water jet on 
her clit and the stab of her finger in her ass.  With a shudder her orgasm 
broke over her.  She gasped and leaned heavily against the shower stall, 
fearful that her legs would fail her.  She felt her anal muscles clutch 
spasmodically at her fingers as waves of orgasm passed through her cunt 
walls, and that sent another shock wave through her.  She cried out with the 
intensity and the strain of her ass muscles feeling drawn beyond taut by the 
effort.  But she kept her fingers probing her insides, trying to squeeze all 
the pleasure she could from the electricity in her ass.  She continued to 
finger-fuck her bottom as her orgasm slowly faded away.  She was amazed at 
how pleasant her fingers felt now, more like scratching an itch than driving 
for a climax.

Reluctantly now she withdrew her fingers.  Her ass felt strange now that it 
was empty.  Sally probed with one finger, confirming the looseness of her 
sphincter, feeling the slickness of her lubricated hole.  Could she stretch 
enough to accommodate Brad's engorged cock?  She hoped now that she could.  
She had to.  She wanted to please him in that way.  What would it feel like?

End of Part 1

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