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Ornery
by Lucinda Gavin (lostgirl33@hotmail.com)

***

Two friends explore dominance and submission play. (MF, 
dom/sub)

***

"Dubois here," Meg heard over the pay phone.

"It's me, Meg. I'm at the airport. You still working?"

"Yeah, shit, I didn't realize it was so late. We're 
installing the upgrade on the network this weekend so 
that we don't disrupt the faculty too much."

"If you're busy, I can take a cab."

"No, no, no, I'll be there. O.T. can finish up. We were 
almost done anyway. Let me finish a few things and I'll 
be over there," Meg could hear the smile in Tommy's 
voice, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too. See you then."

Meg sat outside the small terminal and pulled a book 
from her bag. It would difficult to guess when Tommy 
would arrive. She had read at least one chapter when 
Tommy pulled up in his Saturn. Meg considered the 
curiosity that Tommy was the first man she had dated 
for any length that could afford a new car. It was also 
the first new car Tommy could afford to buy. They were 
becoming adults, imagine that.

Meg rolled her bag to the curb while her big man 
unfolded himself out of the driver's seat. His gut was 
getting more pronounced, and she herself was feeling 
more than a little overfed after a week with family. 
They both needed exercise, and Meg knew what Tommy's 
solution would be.

"What are you grinning about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just imagining you trying to climb out of 
that old Civic you told me about."

"It was a good car! It served me well."

"Oh really? That must have been the first ten years."

Tommy shut the trunk after loading the suitcase. Meg 
placed a new soft-sided briefcase in the back seat and 
stepped into the passenger side.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yep, it's a laptop. Dad gave it to me. I had made a 
random comment about wanting one..."

"Geez... He just gave you a laptop?"

"Well, it's a 'belated graduation/help Meg get a real 
job' gift," Meg chuckled quietly. "I had really wanted 
a trip to Europe, but I had to start the postdoc right 
away... Anyway, that's just how Dad shows he cares, to 
not accept his gifts would be a slap in the face..."

"So how was dear old Dad, how does he feel about us 
living together?

Did he give you a hard time?"

"He doesn't know, I mean about the relationship part. 
I've had male roommates before, so unless you told 
him... He didn't comment," Meg looked at Tommy as he 
drove. He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed 
it. Meg's postdoc position would last another nine 
months, and then she would have to find a faculty 
appointment somewhere. 

Whether Tommy would come with her was still uncertain, 
it was clear he was satisfied with the status quo. She 
hadn't told her father because she didn't have anything 
to tell. "Besides, I like to pick my battles. He was 
concerned about the job situation."

Tommy was silent for a moment, "So you haven't said 
anything about the vacation. Did you have fun?"

"Oh, I guess it was all right, if you like emotional 
minefields..."

"Surely you're exaggerating," Tommy's eyebrows furrowed 
as Meg watched him drive. It was rush hour in the 
college town, complicated by the presence of moving 
vans. The kids were back. Those in academia will tell 
you that college towns would be perfect, if it weren't 
for the students.

"Well, not that much. We just had to get used to each 
other again. If it had just been me and my dad, or me 
and my brother and his family... You put that many 
strong-willed people in one room and... and don't call 
me Shirley."

"Ha! I was wondering if you'd catch that. So what did 
you do?"

"Well, things ran a lot smoother when I kept my mouth 
shut and stayed in the kitchen."

Tommy laughed, "As it should be, woman!"

Meg didn't answer right away. "Yeah, I suppose."

"What's the matter? You sound depressed or something."

"I'm just tired, it's ragweed season back home, and I 
got a headache on the flight. I just need to rest."

They were sitting at a long light and Meg became lost 
in her thoughts. Visiting her family was a strain, 
walking on egg shells like that. The idea of a 
minefield wasn't far off. Like the lush, green 
countries of Southeast Asia, they appeared a peaceful 
family with no trace of the open hostilities of the 
past, but a careless word during a stressful moment 
could detonate the buried animosities. 

In the midst of this, Meg had felt the ground give way 
beneath her as she dropped into a forgotten cave. She 
had seen at her feet that once familiar subterranean 
pool of rage. Meg had gazed into its still depths, she 
knew the taste of it, pure, dark, and bitter. She felt 
shame, for mixing her metaphors, and for knowing the 
pool still existed, that forgiveness and understanding 
had not caused the pool to fade away, or at least 
diluted its potency. 

She wanted desperately to be free of it; Meg did not 
want such a terrible resource from which to draw the 
power to hurt others. She knew she would ultimately 
hurt herself and end up alone. Gratefully, the now 
latent anger felt as distant as a dream, Meg could not 
get close enough to see her reflection on the jet 
surface.

Tommy was watching her, "I missed you." He smiled down 
at her and squeezed her knee gently.

"I missed you, too." Meg tried to look relaxed as she 
smiled up at him.

"I'm going to have to call O.T. when we get home."

"I could have gotten a cab if you needed to work."

"No way! I plan on making you squeal tonight," he 
grinned. "What's your pleasure?"

"It's up to you. I've gotten out of the habit of making 
the decisions this week. You can make the call."

"Be careful what you wish for... With that kind of 
attitude, I might request something very special. 
Hehehehe..."

"Such as?"

"Such as... a little sub/dom?"

"Gee, I should have known."

"I should have known, SIR."

"Well, considering I've been practicing all week, now 
is as good a time as any." Meg blew her nose 
vigorously. "Damn allergies."

"Do you want to wait until you're feeling better?"

"Nah, you're lucky to get me while my resistance is 
down. Jest let me take something for the headache and 
get cleaned up. That should give you enough time to 
think stuff up."

"My dear, I've been thinking stuff up since the seventh 
grade!"

They pulled up into the driveway, and Tommy carried in 
Meg's bags as they walked into the house. Meg walked up 
the stairs and grabbed her bathrobe before heading to 
the shower. She could hear Tommy talking with O.T., his 
assistant, while she pulled out the pain reliever from 
the medicine cabinet. 

Meg sat on the edge of the bathtub, unable to decide 
whether she wanted a shower or a bath. She ached from 
sitting in the cramped plane, but there was also the 
issue of time. Beside, she'd probably fall asleep in a 
bath. This night was going to be for Tommy, so she set 
the water to cool, and took off her robe. As Meg was 
stepping into the tub, she heard a quick rap on the 
door and turned to see Tommy's head poke in.

"Meg, guess who called, while I was talking to O.T.? 
Brian Lefevre... I invited him over... Remember how you 
once said you could imagine a threesome with him? This 
is going to be great!"

Meg looked stunned for a moment, trying to decide how 
to react. She wanted to know if Tommy had already told 
Brian about their speculations, how long he had known, 
how he had reacted. Meg paused.

"As you wish, Master." Meg lowered her eyes and held 
still, making no attempt to cover herself as Tommy 
stared at her.

Meg couldn't see the slow, wide grin appear on Tommy's 
face, but she could hear it in his voice. "Oh, this is 
going to be good." The man continued to look at the 
naked woman in front of him. Meg did not move.

"Sir?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Yes, Margaret?"

"May I be allowed to finish my shower, Sir?"

"Oh, of course. Please continue, Margaret."

"And, Sir?"

"Yes, Margaret?"

"Does Master have any special requests as to what his 
humble slave shall wear?"

Tommy paused. "I know, that thing we bought last month. 
And those shoes you have... uh... you know the ones... 
Damn, I wish I had a leash!"

Meg's eyes flickered for a moment before she said, "If 
it pleases you, Master, I do have a velvet choker that 
may give the impression of a collar."

"Oh, it pleases me very much... but I'll let you get 
ready."

Meg stepped into the shower in a lighter mood. She was 
a performer at heart, especially when costumes were 
involved. Whether or not the actress was ready for this 
little improvisation, they all would have to wait and 
see. Meg was hardly submissive ordinarily, but she was 
a trouper and knew when to back off for the sake of the 
ensemble. But how far would Tommy take this? Meg felt a 
tug in her gut and told herself to treat it like a 
game, that if it didn't work out, so what? One night, 
give him what he wants.

Refreshed, Meg stepped out of the shower and toweled 
off quickly before scurrying into the bedroom. She 
brushed out her hair and saw that the summer sun had 
brought out the red highlights in her otherwise mousy 
locks. Meg had let it grow and the month's old, but 
expensive perm gave her relaxed cascade of warm, soft, 
wavy hair. Sometimes you get lucky. 

Meg dug into her lingerie drawer and pulled out the 
'thing.' At first, it looked like a baby-doll nightie, 
with sheer black fabric swinging below the bra portion. 
But the cups were merely crescent moons, stiff with 
padding and underwire. It would support Meg's ample 
breasts while exposing all of the nipple and most of 
the pale, round flesh. Meg liked the jet beading that 
dangled from the not-even-demi cups, giving a Victorian 
look... yearite. Meg had hoped that they could have 
found one whose skirt was more opaque, to obscure her 
30+ year old hips and belly, but hey, you do the best 
with what you've got.

Meg slipped on the matching thong and searched for the 
velvet choker.

She then pulled out a clutch purse with a removable 
chain strap. Slipping the choker through a wide ring at 
the end of the chain; Meg was now leashed. Since the 
velvet strip was held closed with velcro, it was a 
collar in appearance only. Any real resistance on her 
part would destroy the illusion. Small comfort once 
Brian showed up, since Tommy and he were both over a 
foot taller than Meg.

The woman's hand trembled a little as she applied her 
makeup. After a few dabs of perfume, Meg stepped into 
the high black suede pumps. She turned to examine the 
saucy slave in the mirror, so different from the 
bespectacled scientist Meg knew herself to be. It was 
funny how the color black worked for her, it set off 
her ivory skin. She never looked sickly, even in her 
artsy malcontent days. Meg decided she had stalled 
enough. She opened the door to the upstairs hallway.

"Are you almost done up there?"

Meg took a deep breath. "I am ready for you, Sir."

"Lord, I do like the way you say that. Come on, let me 
have a look."

As Meg walked to the head of the stairs, the light from 
the living room below caught her. Tommy was looking up 
at her as he blinked in disbelief. Meg could just see 
the camera in Tommy's head panning up from the 
stilletos to the thong, pausing to zoom in her now 
stiff, exposed nipples and then to the collar. Tommy's 
smile told it all, he approved.

"My, but you are a saucy wench, Margaret."

Meg quickly dropped her eyes at the sound of her full 
name.

"Thank you, Master."

Meg stepped down the stairs slowly, unsure of her 
footing as the trembling returned. At the foot of the 
stairs, Tommy waited silently. Meg handed him the free 
end of the chain.

"My leash, Master."

"Ah yes, Margaret. Come over here, Margaret. Let me 
look at you."

"Yes, Master."

Tommy led Meg to the sofa facing the television. 
Anticipating, Meg picked up a pillow.

"Margaret, did I tell you to pick up a pillow?"

Meg's eyes flickered, but she kept them lowered. "No, 
Master."

"Why do you want the pillow, Margaret?"

"To kneel on, Master."

"Did I tell you would be kneeling?"

"No, Master."

"And do you trust your master so little to assume that 
I would not think of your comfort?"

"I trust you, Master."

"Then give me the pillow, Margaret."

Tommy took the pillow and tossed it on the floor, "Bend 
over, Margaret."

Meg felt her face flush with anger as she bent over.

"You understand I'm doing this for your own good, you 
need to understand the rules," Tommy reached out to 
caress Meg's exposed ass. Meg felt a jolt of pleasure 
from the touch of skin on skin. She felt his hand leave 
and then a quick rush of air before the sting of a 
slap. Meg hadn't been aware she was holding her breath 
until she cried out.

"It's really for your own good," Tommy said.

"Th-thank you, Master," Meg's body shook as she felt 
her control of the situation slip away. She tried to 
remind herself that she could stop this at any time. 
Meg took a few deep breaths to calm down. Tommy sat 
down on the sofa.

"Margaret, now you may take the pillow and kneel before 
me. I'd like to look at you for a while."

"Yes, Master," Meg replied. She stooped over to pick up 
the pillow, and her breasts dangled beneath her. Meg 
placed the pillow on the carpet in front of Tommy and 
began to kneel down. She stopped.

"Master?"

"Yes, Margaret?"

"May I take off my shoes, Sir? The heels will dig into 
my thighs."

"Yes, Margaret, go ahead. See, that wasn't so bad, was 
it?"

Meg felt the heat rush to her face, but said nothing 
but a soft "No, sir." That boy better be enjoying this 
and be damn grateful, she thought. Meg stepped out of 
her shoes and kneeled on the pillow, she tried to will 
the muscles in her neck and shoulders to relax. Meg 
could feel the weight of the chain pull on the velvet 
choker. She kept her eyes focused on Tommy's shoes and 
her hands in her lap. Tommy moved his feet apart and 
Meg heard him unzip his pants. Meg tried in vain to 
look through her lashes at Tommy's lap.

"Do you want to watch me stroke my cock, Margaret?"

"I only want to do what pleases my master."

"You look so sexy like that, Meg. You've got me so hot 
right now."

"It pleases me to know I arouse you, Master." It was 
true, Meg could hear Tommy's voice thicken with 
excitement and his breathing become shallow and raspy. 
Therein lied her power, and Meg felt herself relax. She 
didn't have to see him stroke himself, Meg could 
picture it in her head. She felt her pussy tighten in 
response. Meg waited for the next command.

The doorbell rang.

"Stay, Meg!" Tommy stuck his hand out as if Meg were a 
pet. "It's Brian, oh fuck, I wish he had waited about 
five minutes and then he would have seen a beautiful 
sight... Not that you don't look fabulous right now, 
Margaret." Tommy tucked his erection into his pants and 
zipped up, hopping to the door. 

Meg brought her hand up to adjust the bra and thought 
better of it, men had this thing about disheveled 
women, and Tommy would take another whack at her for 
moving. Meg had no intention of being 'disciplined' in 
front of Brian. Oh god, Brian, Meg thought. She just 
decided not to think about it, what ever will be, will 
be.

Meg would have killed to see the expression on Brian's 
face as he walked into the room. Actually, she could 
only see that his long legs stop just short of the 
hallway.

"Uh... Is this some kind of a joke?" Meg heard him say.

Meg risked it, she had to see. She slowly raised her 
head, keeping her lids low... really going for effect. 
Her heart stopped a moment as she gazed fully into the 
handsome man's face. Oh god, Brian was beautiful.

"Good Evening, Master Brian."

Meg felt herself ooze between her legs as Brian seemed 
to drink her in. Brian was currently single because yet 
another beautiful, charming, intelligent woman got 
tired of waiting for him to commit. Brian was young, it 
was understandable. Once Tommy introduced Meg to his 
friends, they always talked and flirted. Brian made 
girls feel like they were the only woman in the world, 
let alone the room. Brian cracked a grin, and Meg was 
released from his spell. Tommy didn't comment on her 
impertinence as Meg lowered her gaze.

"All right, where's the video camera, you guys can't be 
serious!"

"Video camera! I knew I forgetting something! Shit, too 
late now really..."

Brian slowly walked around the couch to take a closer 
look at Meg.

"Can I touch her?"

Meg laughed in spite of herself, this getting a little 
silly now. However, she could feel her legs begin to 
cramp. She tried to work them out somehow without 
moving.

"I think she's getting stiff, maybe we should let her 
walk around or something," Brian said.

Meg flinched a little again, chaffing at being spoken 
of in the third person or more correctly, third pet. 
She kept quiet.

"Okay, Margaret, you can stand up. Turn around so Brian 
can get a good look at you."

"Yes, Master."

Brian looked from head to toe as Meg displayed herself 
to him, still keeping her eyes lowered. The young man's 
erection was evident.

"I'm serious, can I touch her?"

"Sure, but right now I need her lips around my cock. 
Have I told you that Meg gives incredible blow jobs?"

"No shit?"

"Margaret, bring your pillow close to the sofa. Are you 
ready to please your master?"

"Yes, Sir." Meg really did like the feel of a cock in 
her mouth. She was good at it and was proud of that. 
Meg bent over to give Brian a clear view of her ass as 
she moved the pillow forward. She smiled when she heard 
a guttural "Oh!" behind her. Meg knelt between Tommy's 
now bare legs. He had scooted himself to the edge of 
the sofa, giving her easy access to him. Meg reached 
one arm around his thigh and hip for support as she 
bent over. Her behind stuck out like an invitation.

Meg began. She lightly grasped the shaft to hold 
Tommy's cock steady as she ran the tip of her tongue 
lightly over the cockhead, licking up the precum. Meg 
ran her tongue in circles at the crown where the head 
met the shaft. Tommy's cock throbbed in her hand and 
Meg took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked it 
lightly as she rubbed her tongue against it inside her 
mouth. Meg took another chance and smiled up at Tommy, 
she was in familiar territory.

"Oh god, baby, take it all now. I can't hold out much 
longer!"

As Meg tilted her head, she could see Brian standing 
over her, watching her suck Tommy. Meg heard the 
insistent soft slap-slap as he stroked himself. Meg 
tilted her head and relaxed her throat as she sucked 
Tommy's cock deep into her mouth. She kept her tongue 
rubbing against the shaft as Tommy began thrusting, Meg 
felt the head pop back into her throat. Now she had to 
stay focused, to remember to breath carefully... Meg 
just heard Brian's slap-slap...

"I want to fuck her, Tommy. I'm going to take that wet 
pussy of hers hard," Brian was breathing heavy.

"Not yet, Bri... Oh god, baby... shit... She might... 
might tense up... oh fuck!"

Meg felt the bitter taste swirl a little up to the back 
of her mouth, but for the most part, Tommy came deep in 
her throat. He shuddered beneath her. Meg continued 
sucking on Tommy's familiar cock until his hand came to 
rest on her head. She pulled herself up, and Meg smiled 
up at Tommy.

"Does that please my Master?"

"Oh yeah... let me catch my breath... Bri, what's your 
pleasure?"

"Brace yourself, woman. I'm coming in."

Brian grabbed Meg's hips roughly and she felt his cock 
press between her lips. She was pretty slick and Meg 
reached between her legs to guide him in. Brian was not 
quite as thick as Tommy and Meg gripped his cock with 
the walls of her pussy to compensate. 

"Oh god, you're loving this, aren't you, Meg? This is 
what you *really* want, isn't it?"

Brian fucked her fast and hard as Meg braced herself 
against the sofa. She was still positioned between 
Tommy's legs and she looked up at him. He smiled at her 
and brushed the hair from her face. Meg was so focused 
on squeezing Brian's cock that her orgasm startled her. 
Her hands slipped and her legs trembled. Brian pulled 
her up and Meg bounced like a ragdoll until the young 
man came into her shuddering cunt. Meg came to rest 
kneeling with on arm on Tommy's thigh and Brian slumped 
over her.

"Shit, Tommy, she's like a fucking milking machine or 
something!"

"That's my Meg!"

Meg felt spent. On other nights, she could outlast 
Tommy, although she wouldn't speculate about the well-
conditioned Brian. Meg let her head and arms drop to 
the floor. She stayed there, feeling the sweat cool and 
her throbbing heartbeat slow.

"Meg, get up," Brian commanded.

She stayed put.

"Bri, leave her alone, she's tired."

"She hasn't wrapped those hot lips around my cock yet. 
Meg's loving this, can't you see that?"

"Okay, okay, Bri... if you want it that badly," Meg 
started pulling herself up onto her shaky legs, wetness 
dripping down.

Tommy stood up, "Meg, sit down! Meg is done when I say 
she's done, Bri!"

Meg's voice sounded deep and angry, "Meg is done when 
*I* say she's done!" The men were stunned into silence. 
Meg glared at them and then exhaustion took over, she 
sunk down into the sofa with the grunt. "Unhhh... and 
I'm done."

Brian had the look of angry embarrassment, "Yeah, well, 
sorry... I guess I'd better go... and .. um..." His 
expression softened, "You were great Meg, really."

"Thanks, Bri, maybe I can suck your cock another time, 
eh?"

Brian laughed a little, "Yeah, maybe. Good night you 
guys."

Meg had already begun drifting off to sleep when Tommy 
lifted her off the sofa. She could hear him grunt as he 
carried her up the stairs.

"You don't have to do this... I can walk"

"It's okay, I'm sorry about Brian."

"I'm sorry that I didn't let you 'defend' me, I guess I 
don't do submissive well."

Tommy gave a soft chuckle, "Heh, you were fighting it 
every minute... except when you ate my cock like an 
icecream cone."

"Does it bother you? That I'm not submissive and I get 
angry like that?"

Tommy had laid Meg in bed and as she unhooked her 
garment he slid into bed beside her.

"No! I'm amazed you went as far as you did tonight. 
Thanks a lot, Meg, for trusting me. Now go to sleep."

"Yes, Master."

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