Ch. 6: Endless Saturdays

The next morning we can finally sleep in. That is, Sarah is still sleeping soundly when I'm rudely awakened by my bladder. When I return to bed, I lie next to her for a while and admire her lovely face, innocent and relaxed in deep sleep. After I while, I start to get hungry, so I get up and make us breakfast: a pile of small pancakes with syrup. I pour myself a coffee and hear her emerging from my bedroom. I am happy to see she is not only stark naked, but also just as beautiful and sexy as I remember her. Maybe even more so.

"Hi, sweetheart!" I greet her, and walk over to take her into my arms.

"Good morning, lover," she smiles sleepily and kisses me.

"Would you like some breakfast? I have made us pancakes."

"Yes please, I am ravenous. And is that coffee I am smelling?"

We sit down at the table and I pour her a coffee as well. "Here, proper coffee, not that instant muck."

She grins, and takes the coffee. "Thank you. Yes, high time I invested in a coffee machine. I was just never really home, so..."

During breakfast, we talk about our plans for the weekend. "I want sleep, sex, and food," Sarah says. "In no particular order. With you. Do you think you can fit that into the schedule?"

"Yes, I think we can work something out. But. Would you like to go out tonight? There's a festival in the park with food and live music. There's a catch, though. We would be going with my friends Martin and Ben, and their partners, Faye and Liz. They are all lovely people, but it would be like going on a triple date. Do you think that's too soon?"

"No, that sounds great! I would like to meet your friends," she smiles her gorgeous smile when she's finished her mouthful of pancake.

"I hoped you would. They are going to love you. And how should I introduce you?"

"As your submissive sex toy," she answers promptly, a playful grin on her face. She's obviously in the mood for some new frisky adventures.

I laugh out loud at her suggestion. "|... Yes. Well... I did start something. You know I went to the pub with Ben and Martin on Thursday night? Turns out Ben showed his wife Liz the Paddle Man clip. The whole idea turned her on so much that they went and bought a paddle as well, and he has used it on her the same night. He was smirking the whole evening, so it must have been fun. And Martin said his girl Faye did not fancy a spanking, but would like to be tied up in bed more, thank you very much. I think they have put something in the water that has made all the women submissive in bed. And you have drunk the well dry, my lovely darling. But honestly. Can I introduce you as... my girlfriend? My partner? Or do you think that is a bit early? We've only known each other for like six days. But I already..." Sarah watches me amusedly while I falter my way through what is turning out to be a short speech that feels way too much like a marriage proposal. "I just want to be with you, really, and..." I repress the tendency to get down on one knee.

"Are you asking me to go steady?" she asks, teasingly.

"I guess I am. Would you?"

"You know that means no more drunk threesomes on a Sunday night, right?"

"I..." I say, shocked, almost spraying my coffee over the table. "What, you know about that?"

"Well, you know our hallway?" Her teasing tone remains. "The doors aren't exactly soundproof. Those girls were really singing your praise as they left. They had a great time, or so I heard. Made me quite jealous. I remember wishing it were me you had just spanked and fucked." She sighs wistfully.

"You... don't mind?"

"Well, I'm still jealous, but it was before we... connected, right?"

"Yes, you're right. If they were to come up to me now, I would happily decline."

"Unless I could play along."

My eyes bulge out of their sockets. "You shock me, woman."

"I do?" she asks innocently. "I thought you'd like the idea."

"I... Yes. Yes! By all means. But I don't think I could be so forgiving if it were you who had the threesome just before we... connected, as you call it."

She shrugs, a lovely sight given that she is still fully naked. "Oh I don't know. It proved to me that you would be able to deliver what I needed. It stoked the fire. I had already clocked you months ago, I thought you were hot. And I suppose it sped things up between us because," she says with emphasis, "it got me wishing it were me you spanked and fucked."

"Yes, you've said that twice now. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Maybe."

"Only maybe? But you're avoiding my question. Are you ready to be my... Oh, I don't know... Significant other? Can I introduce you to my friends as..."

"The submissive sex toy you spank and fuck."

"You keep saying that. Answer my question first, and then I'll see what I can do about the spanking and the fucking. Is there more to us than just kinky sex? Can I tell my friends we're together? If strange women press their erotic wiles on me, as they seem to do these days, can I say to them that I'm sorry, but I'm already spoken for?"

"Yes, you can. I do. I want us to be together."

"I promise I'll make sure to involve you in all my drunk threesomes from now on."

"Yes please. And yes, you can introduce me as your girlfriend. Sounds so weird, don't you think? 36 years old, being a girlfriend again. Girl-friend," she says playfully. "And you're my boyfriend. Boy-friend. Oh boy-friend, I've been a good little girl-friend, please spank me and fuck me," she pouts, batting her eyelids at me.

"Well girl-friend, my pet," I say pointedly, "I do have a little scenario for you. You remember when I said I'd like to catch you masturbating without permission, and then punish you for it?"

Her eyes go wide and so does her smile. Her nipples go hard. "Yes Sir, I remember very well," she says demurely, accepting my invitation to play.

"I will now take a shower and put on some clothes, and then I'll go out. In exactly one hour from now, I'll return. And I'd better not catch you masturbating when I come back, or you must suffer the consequences, pet," I grin leerily.

"Oh!" she gasps and blushes her lovely blush. "That... I will be good, Sir. One hour from now precisely?"

"Yes, pet. You behave."

And then I disappear into the shower, leaving Sarah to clear the table and to stew in her own horny juices.

After showering and throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt, I rush off to the adult toy store. When I enter, the hip young men at the counter immediately recognise me, much to my dismay.

"Hey, it's Paddle Man! Good to see you, fam. You have made us so much money."

I raise my hand as a greeting. A bit flustered, I look around the store to get what I need. I pick up a full set of restraints: a strap set for under the bed, some fluffy handcuffs, some leather belts, and something called a 'choker harness': a black leather collar with a ring that connects with an adjustable strap to two wrist restraints. The picture on the packaging shows a naked woman in different positions with her hands cuffed together and connected to the collar. On the front is a picture with her hands tied on her back, and on the back one with her hands tied in front of her. Then I select a leather ball gag, a rabbit vibrator, another sexy-looking vibrator that is apparently remote-controlled, and a silicon anal plug with a rhinestone on its tapered end, complete with lube. The plug is a size small, but it looks large enough to me.

"Paddle Man, we'll give you a 15% discount!" The man at the counter exclaims. Nice. "Can we put this on our socials?"

"Don't you dare," I answer, shocked.

"No worries mate. We're discreet." The young man high-fives me. I reciprocate the gesture with some embarrassment, and quickly pay.

I make my way out of the store, clutching my inconspicuous black plastic bag. I pray to whatever gods that might be listening I don't run into Lexi this time. I don't have time to explain my current haul, let alone talk her out of trying it all out.

Exactly after one hour, I open the door to my bedroom to find Sarah. There she is, wearing skimpy red thong panties I have not seen before and which she must have fetched from her own flat while I was away. She is lying on my bed, eyes closed, one hand caressing a luscious tit, the other inside her knickers, fondling her clit. Little pearls of sweat have formed just above her breasts.

"Well, pet?" I exclaim sternly. "What are you doing?"

Her hands fly off her body. Looks like I have either actually startled her, or she's capable of Oscar-winning acting performances. "Nothing, Sir... R-Reading."

I try hard to suppress a laugh and only partially succeed. "Reading? You were masturbating, admit it. Masturbating without permission."

"Yes Sir," she says sweetly, "I was. But I was so horny, I just couldn't wait for your return."

"You were not allowed to masturbate, pet. You're going to be punished."

"Yes Sir," she grins broadly. My erection, already trying to burst out of my pants, goes up another level of hardness when I see how much she is looking forward to our playing.

I reach into the bag and take out the choker harness. "I'm going to tie you up first, pet."

"Ohhh, yes Sir," she moans huskily as I put the collar around her neck. It may be called a choker collar, but fortunately it does not choke her at all. I fasten the wrist cuffs, and then connect everything with the adjustable strap, so her hands are tied at navel height.

"Right. That'll keep you from touching yourself for now. Now, lie on your back," I order her, and she obeys.

I have her pull her legs up while she's lying on her back, so that her thighs are almost touching her stomach and her legs are bent at the knee. I then push her legs apart. I take some leather straps and tie them around her thighs. Now, all she can do is keep her legs pulled up. This way, not only her pussy is available for my gaze and touch, so are her bum cheeks. I smack her twice with the paddle. She squeals. I gently stroke the stricken areas. I mentally take a note that, apparently, spanking in this position hurts more than with the bottom relaxed. I lightly caress her pussy over the fabric of her red lace thong. She moans lustily.

I take a new surprise out of my bag: the anal plug. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. "Tell me pet. Red light, amber light, green light?"

"Green. Green light Sir," she replies with a small smile playing around her lips.

I bring the plug to her mouth. "Worship the plug, pet." I tell her. She kisses the plug, and sucks on it with greed. I take it from her mouth, and apply a generous dollop of lube.

I then slide the gusset of her red thong to the side, and very, very carefully, insert the plug into her puckering hole. "Ohhhh," she moans as the plug sets. It looks wanton, the way she lies there, hands cuffed in front of her, and her legs tied so her only option is to pull them up and spread them. I reward her with some gentle caresses of her pussy. She moans loudly. "Please, Sir..."

"Way too talkative, this pet," I say, and I pull the gag out of the bag. I show it to Sarah, whose eyes go wide again. Also, her nipples become even harder. Will that be another yes? "Red light, amber light, green light?"

"G-Green light, Sir," she pants.

I present her mouth with the ball gag, and she obediently opens wide. I fasten the gag at the back of her head. I realise I am suppressing the urge to kiss her on the lips, and I decide there's no need to suppress any urges anymore, not with Sarah. She looks so sexy and sweet, all tied up and gagged. I kneel beside her on the bed and kiss her gagged mouth, softly sucking on her lips. My hand caresses her right tit while I do it. She moans loudly into the gag, trying and failing to kiss me back.

"Let's warm up, shall we pet? Start by touching yourself like you would if you were alone. Just now you are doing it because I say so." She nods and her hand moves down slowly toward her pussy. Then we both notice she can't quite reach her glistening folds. She whines in frustration and I smile.

I adjust the strap connecting the cuffs to her collar. Now, she can just about manage to play with herself. She starts gently, slowly playing with her clit and lips. My hand roams over her body as she touches yourself. "Just go slooow", I tell Sarah. She closes her eyes. "Eyes open. Keep looking at me. You're doing this for me", I command, and she obeys immediately.

"Does that feel good?" I ask as I massage her round tits while she plays with herself. She closes her eyes again and I grab the paddle and slap her bum hard. "Hhhmmfff," she moans into the gag.

"Stop now." I order. She removes her hands from her thong. I slide her thong to the side, revealing her pussy, her lips engorged and her clit fully aroused. The small sexy landing patch of brown pubic hair just above her pussy is glistening with sweat drops. I reach down and lightly finger her clit, and she moans again. If only, the gag has made her louder.

I then reach for the bag again, and pull out the rabbit vibrator. I show it to Sarah, and ask her again: "Red, amber, green?"

"Hhhmmmfff," she answers through her gag.

"Green?" I ask, and she nods vehemently.

I switch on the vibrator on its lowest setting, and put it in her hands. "Use it." I watch the erotic spectacle. Her tied legs, her flushed, gagged face, the sexy plug protruding from her rear. Her cuffed hands bringing the toy down to her pussy. The way she gently inserts the vibrator into her wet pussy, so that the bit meant to stimulate the clit does what it says on the tin. Her little whimpers into the gag, and the way she bucks and writhes. It's all enormously erotic.

"Stop," I command her. She wails, but takes out the vibrator. I caress her body and play with her tits some more.

I take out the gag. "Now you can use the toy again, but count to ten and then stop."

"One, oh, two, hmm, three, four, ohhh, five, six, hmmm, seven, eight, moan, nine, ten."

"Stop." She has difficulty stopping, but she obeys. I let her suffer for a minute, lightly touching her, before I order her to "Do it again."

"One, two, hmmm, three, ohh, four, five, six, oh, seven, eight, nine, tennn." This time she cannot stop and I slap her arse again, hard. She stops.

"Put the toy down." She looks disappointed, but has no choice but to do as I tell her. "Use your hand again, and remember, go slow."

She starts playing with herself again, moaning. "Go a bit faster." She moans even more loudly, as I massage her tits and she caresses her clit.

"Can you tell me a story, what were you fantasising about when I interrupted you?" She looks shocked, but she obeys.

While caressing herself faster, she tells me "I was picturing myself, naked, on my knees in front of you... Oh, you had tied my hands behind my back and I, ohh..."

"Keep talking, don't stop."

"You force me to... ohh.... and... give you... a blowjob... and.... OH!".

"Stop." I tell her, noticing she is getting dangerously close to orgasm. "You are not yet allowed to come. Do you hear me?"

I grab her face. Her hand lies still on her pussy lips and I can tell how much she needs to restrain herself. "Yes Sir." She moans as I massage her tits and caress her mouth.

"You'll need to deserve it. Start slow again." I sit by her and admire the spectacle. She is more turned on than I have ever seen her. "Go faster, but stop when you are close to coming."

"Yes Sir...." she croaks, and starts stroking herself faster again, moaning, whimpering, almost screaming.

"Please.... Please Sir," Sarah moans in frustration when she stops.

"Were you close?"

"Yes Sir, yes."

"How do you feel now?"

"Horny.... so horny. I need to come!"

I spend some time lightly stroking her hands lying still on her poor tormented pussy.

"Ohh Sir..."

"Now you are just going to use your left hand."

"Yes Sir, as you wish", she whispers, and starts stroking her clit with her left hand. "Oh my god", she moans. Her breathing goes ragged again quickly, and I tell her to stop again.

"Keep your hand on your clit and look me in the eye. What do you want, now?"

"I want to serve you, Sir, I want to please you", she croaks.

"Go on, stroke yourself, but you aren't allowed to come."

She moans and she begs, "please Sir, please, please, please" but I don't give in, telling her to stop again when I see how she is squirming on the bed.

"You are way too loud for me," I tell her, and gag her again. She look so sweet and sexy, gagged, plugged, tied hands and legs, naked, flustered and frustrated.

"Now start again with the toy." She moans into her gag.

"Do you like this?" I ask. She nods demurely and moans again, loudly. "Stop," I command her. "Remember, you can only come when I tell you to." She nods, wailing in frustration.

"You shouldn't complain," I tell her,'"you should thank me instead."

"Mmmpff mpfff", she moans.

"I can't hear you."

"Thhnk yff Srrrh", she croaks with muffled sounds into her gag.

"Turn around," I command, and she obeys by turning on her elbows and knees. I help her make the turn, which is hard to do with bound legs. Her back is arched enticingly, with her behind and feet pointing in the air, and her full breasts brushing against the covers of the bed. Sarah looks back submissively as I pick up the paddle.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I rain a fast barrage of hard spanks on her cheeks. Smack! smack! smack! smack! She moans and bucks her hips. Smack! smack! smack! smack! Her bum turns quite red.

"Start touching yourself again." She has trouble steadying herself, but she manages to rub her clit with her right hand, her nipples brushing against the covers of the bed. She moans lustily.

I pick up the paddle again and continue slapping her bum while she plays with herself. She whimpers and squeals loudly.

"And stop." I tell her but she doesn't. I smack her harder, and tell her to stop again. This time she obeys.

I give her a brief respite to gather herself, and then I order her to start again, slapping her with the paddle every couple of seconds.

"Stop." She obeys, writhing and moaning, and I spank her again.

"Start again with the toy." I hand it to her, on a faster speed this time. She can only obey and moan as I slap her again and again, tell her to stop and start again, and stroke her gorgeous round behind. "Stop." I take out the gag and once again order her to count, this time until twenty, while using the toy and receiving spank after spank on her red behind. "Stop." I reach forward to put the gag back in place, and then caress her bright-red bum, fumbling with the anal plug and letting my fingers glide across her wet lips. She screams with arousal and frustration into the gag.

"Do you want to come, pet?" She moans and I see her nod vehemently. "| I will give you ten seconds to make yourself come. Use the toy. Ten, nine, eight..." Only now she registers what I expect from her, and she squeals into the gag. She frantically brings the toy to her clit, but by this time I am already at "Five" and there is no way she can make herself come in five seconds, however worked up she is. "Four, three, two, one, stop." I take away the toy and remove her hand from her crotch. I smack her behind again with the paddle. "Too bad, pet, you have missed your chance to come. Oh well."

"HHHHMMMMM!!!!" she wails, muffled by the ball gag. Smack! Another spank.

"Would you have liked to come, pet? Oh. That's a shame."

"Hhhhhhmmmmfffff!"

I put on a condom and easily enter her from behind. She is wetter and her pussy lips more engorged than I have ever experienced her. Her hips are glowing to the touch from all the spanks. When I thrust my hips, I can feel the end of the anal plug press against my pelvic bone. She moans loudly as I fuck her unceremoniously.

I know I am not going to last long after all that erotic spectacle. I smack her once more with the paddle to get her attention. She moans uncontrollably into the pillows. "I'll give you another chance, pet." I groan as I thrust into her. "Use the toy. You must count to twenty, and then you can come." I reach forward to remove the gag.

"Ahhhhhh, yesssss.... One, two, three, four... Ohhhhhh..." I fuck her harder and faster as I feel the buzzing of the toy reverberate, which sends amazingly erotic thrills all through my cock. When she reaches fifteen, I know she cannot hold out any further. "You can come now," I tell her. She has the most explosive orgasm I have ever witnessed. The peak itself seems to last at least a minute. Her pussy spasms around my cock as she moans and screams "Yessss!!!! OOHHH GOD SIR, YESSS!!!!" The sensations of her pussy clamping down on my cock take me over the edge too, and with a loud moan, I come as well. This brings on another orgasm in her. She tries to collapse onto the sheets, but cannot really because of her bound legs. I release them with my cock still inside her as she moans "thank you Sir, thank you thank you thank you thank you", as if it were a mantra.

We flop down onto the bed together. My softening cock slides out of her pussy and I get rid of the condom. She is lying on her stomach, on top of her tied hands, her bright-red behind raised a bit. Her eyes are closed and she is panting heavily, interspersed with soft high-pitched moans. She is still holding the buzzing toy. I take it from her hands and put it away, and then I caress her.

I take her into my arms. My hand reaches out to her wrists to uncuff her, but she stops me. "Please... Leave me tied up a bit longer!"

I hold her tightly, my hand caressing her hot behind. "Ohhh... That was.... That was the most erotic experience I have ever had..." she whispers, and then she starts to cry.

"I'm sorry I'm crying..." she tells me.

I reply that it's okay. "Don't be. Just let it go."

"It's just..." she sniffs. "I'm so happy... I have wanted this for so long... I thought all this would not happen to me, ever, and now..." She sobs in my arms, and I hold and caress her.

"Thank you," she sniffs as her tears subside.

"You're welcome, my love. And thank you. It's so hot, playing with you."

She sighs contently. "I love it when you tease me, and deny me, and edge me like this... Like Thursday night, when I was waiting for permission to come, not knowing whether I would get it. Hmmm, so hot..."

Ah, there it is. I knew the subject would come up sooner or later.

"It was. That turns you on, doesn't it? Having to ask for permission to come? Maybe you should always ask my permission from now on," I say lightheartedly, knowing full well that this is a big turn-on for her.

Her face lights up. "I would love that! From now on, I promise I will always ask you permission to orgasm, wherever I am. Sub's honour."

We seal her promise with a kiss.

"I am not going to be a 24/7 dom, though," I warn her. She pouts. "No, I don't want to determine everything for you, outside of erotic play. Like clothes. I couldn't do that. You have such impeccable taste. I don't." I suddenly see my chances clear to live out another long-held fetish of mine and I pounce on the opportunity. "Except maybe thongs. I do want to order you to only wear thong panties, and no other kinds anymore. I love you in those." I grab the waistband of the skimpy red thong she is still wearing, and I let it snap against her skin. She squeals and laughs.

"Okay, I can do that for you. But you have to order me officially."

"I order you to always wear thong underwear, pet. The moments you wear underwear, that is."

"I will, Sir." And we seal it with a kiss again.

Then, her stomach rumbles. We both laugh at the sound. "Yeah, well, I'm burning a lot of calories here," Sarah says.

"Come here, let me untie you, and I'll make us lunch." She pouts again as I unclasp the wrist cuffs and the collar and then winces when I turn her onto her stomach to slide her sodden knickers down her hips. I carefully take out the plug, too.

"Can't you leave that in? It feels kind of sexy."

"I don't know love. I have no idea how long you can wear those things. I guess your bumhole needs to recover too? And your bum. Look how red you are..."

"Yeah, you were really mean this time."

"Serves you right for masturbating without permission."

"I guess so," she laughs.

I take my time massaging her round red bottom with a soothing cream, and then I cook us a nice Shakshuka for lunch. Sarah, meanwhile, lounges on my sofa, naked and relaxed, with the ball gag dangling around her neck like an obscene necklace -- she refused to let me take that off. "I am sure you're going to want to gag me again sooner or later."

She has her fun critiquing the fantasy novel collection on my bookshelves -- "oh, this is just tacky!" And she delights in the revelation that we are both huge architecture geeks, and share much the same taste (brutalism and many postmodern and deconstructivist architects), although we disagree about Frank Gehry (her: "bits keep falling off, that can't be right"; me: "that's just the MIT building, the other ones are fine") and Zaha Hadid (me: "that Aliev memorial. Pandering to dictators", her: "yes but the building itself is phenomenal"). We spend the entire lunch and a good hour afterwards geeking out on buildings we would like to show each other and museums we would want to visit together.

Then she yawns, and announces she would like an afternoon nap.

"I admire your bottomless capacity for sleep," I tell her. "I'm sorry I am wearing you out so much."

"I have some serious deficits to catch up on now I'm with you. Eat, sleep, fuck, that is all I want. I haven't really done any of those things in the past six months." She smiles teasingly. "Besides, if I were you I would want me well fed and rested. I might be up for some new adventures afterwards."

"Okay, fine," I grumble.

"Coming, lover? You can read your tacky fantasy books while I slumber."

After an hour, she wakes up refreshed. We cuddle, which inevitably leads to sex again. "I could tie you up again if you'd like that, pet" I tell her playfully. "I've got a set of under-the-bed restraints I would like to try out."

"Yes, please Sir," she responds eagerly. I unpack the cuffs, and with some confused manoeuvring, accompanied by hilarious commenting from Sarah and me threatening to gag her again, I manage to tie her spread-eagle to the bed. I spend a happy half-hour teasing her until she is more than ready to scream again. I put the gag she is still wearing as a necklace back into her mouth and that muffles some of the sound, while I kneel between her legs and lick and suck her to orgasm. Then, I crawl on top of her and fuck her as she is, tied up and gagged. We then spend the rest of the afternoon in bed, cuddling and chatting.

That evening we go out. Sarah disappears into her own flat briefly and returns wearing a summer dress. It is red with a pattern of larger and smaller dots, with shoulder straps and a peek of cleavage. It's fitted around the waist, flaring out to just above the knees. Sandals and a small white handbag complete the outfit. Her mane of curls is held together with a hairband in the same pattern as the dress.

"Wow, dressed to impress again, I see?"

"Yes," she smiles. "And tell me, does it work?" She twirls.

"Work? Woman, you're stunning! You're going to turn all the heads."

"I only want to turn yours."

"Well, I will only have eyes for you all evening."

"That's what I wanted to achieve," she smiles happily. "And I agree, I like this dress. Do you know how hard it is to find nice clothes for a girl with my figure? Small underbust, large cup size. Everything is either too loose everywhere, or too tight here," she points at her breasts. "This brand always has things that fit me nicely."

"You look fantastic in that dress. I will be delighted to be seen with you. Everybody will be so jealous and try to steal you away from me. Men ánd women." I pull her towards me and kiss her.

"Yes they will. And they will fail, because I am with the man who has just given me the two most erotic experiences of my whole life in just one day. And the rest of my top five is also with you. So I am the one who should worry about their partner getting stolen. Besides, you don't look half bad yourself, lover." She pats my chest lovingly.

And she may be right. I am wearing one of my new t-shirts that show off the muscles on my torso and arms while carefully camouflaging the slight onset of belly that even regular workouts cannot prevent anymore. Some nice tight-fitting new jeans and hip sneakers, and I'm suddenly not so dull any more, but ready to conquer the world with my beautiful woman by my side.

She hands me her spare key. "My dear boyfriend, please have the key to my door. You already have the key to my heart, and complete control of any keys to certain other places about my body."

As we head out, I put my arm around her and pull her close.

"I have a surprise for you," she says.

"I love surprises. Tell me all about it."

"You'll have to find out yourself."

I look at her, she grins impishly. Uh oh.

"Is it... about your person?"

"Well, more or less."

"Underneath your dress? A thong?"

"Of course I am wearing thong knickers, I promised you, didn't I Sir?" She bats her eyelashes and pouts sexily. "I am hurt you would doubt your pet is following your orders, Sir," she says teasingly. "I have been a good little girl-friend. But please, if you want to check, Sir?"

I let my hand glide under her summer dress and fondle her bare cheeks. "Good girl."

"Thank you, Sir. But the... well... region of destination is almost correct. Only, it has not arrived at its destination yet. It is somewhere else right now, Sir."

"The anal plug. You have brought the plug, but you're not wearing it. Yet. Am I right?"

"Yes! I thought I would bring it, Sir. so when we are ready to go home, you can order me to wear the plug for you, like the good little girlfriend I am." She grins. "I first planned on just putting it in, but I have never worn one apart from today and I have no idea if you even can wear one for so long. And I don't want to show you up in front of your friends. Or myself, for that matter. I don't want to spill the beans on our kinky secrets the very first time I meet them."

"To be honest, neither do I." I laugh. "Oh pet, I don't know whether to reward or punish you..."

"Why not both, Sir?"

I love how in our spicy banter, she manages to show me exactly what she needs. I adore that in her. We're both obviously not the greatest of communicators, not having opened up about our needs for decades. Well, I am; at the moment, she's doing great. I am impressed with her bravery, showing me how she wants me to push her further. I stop to tell her so, to kiss her, and to fondle her bum cheeks some more.

When we arrive at the park, the festival is already in full swing, with a crowd of people eating, drinking, chatting and dancing. We walk up to a bunch of beer tables and benches near the food stalls, and find my friends there. I introduce Sarah, and much to my relief, there is an instant connection. I go on a mission to get us all beers and scrounge up some food, only to run into Lexi the Bag Lady again.

"Hi Linda, how are you?" I say wearily. "Sorry, no bag today."

"Alex, babes, how have you been?" Her enthusiasm seems genuine, in direct contrast to the faux-flirty way she tries to push her cleavage into my face again when she hugs me. I feel myself getting hard. Not even five days of direct exposure to Sarah's fabulous tits could render me immune to Lexi's ample charms.

"Has internet fame treated you well?" she quips.

"Do you know, it has, actually." The moment I say this, I realise it's true. The weird glances, smirks, and whispers have already tapered off, and the positive result is sitting at a nearby beer table happily chatting with my friends.

"Yeah, I saw you arrive with that gorgeous woman," Linda laughs and then frowns. "You did not cheat on her with me, did you?" she asks me sternly.

"On the contrary. In fact it was the film clip that brought us together. I guess I should thank you for helping me find what may well be the love of my life."

She beams at me. "That's amazing! Can I post that?"

"Are you mad?" I answer in shock.

"Only messing..." She bumps me with her elbow.

"Internet fame is indeed fleeting. I felt like everyone on the entire planet had seen the clip at first, but it's only been a week and already there's no more stares."

"I told you so, didn't I? Well, I am glad to have made a difference. I have got to get to work! So many more bags to unpack... And who knows, maybe I'll even find some new sex toys?" She pecks my cheek, winks, and leaves. I watch her sexy bum sway as she walks away, her camera man following her like a faithful lap dog. While I make my way to the food and drink stalls, I pray Lexi stays well away from Sarah's handbag...

When I return with a tray full of beers and food, I see Sarah standing nearby, chatting with a pretty girl. I'm relieved to see it's not Lexi, but then I realise with a shock that the girl is in fact Emily, the freckled curvaceous redhead with the raunchy body who showed up at my office door in a schoolgirl uniform. She looks hot now too, in a summer dress a good size too small for her ample charms. Obviously, Emily does not have Sarah's dress sense, or budget. Sarah notices me watching them talk. She waves and blows me a kiss. They exchange a few more words, and then Sarah comes over to get her beer and share my tortillas and fried mushrooms.

"The girl you just talked to. That was Emily, the student I told you about. The one with the schoolgirl uniform under the trenchcoat?"

Sarah takes a while to respond, her mouth full of delicious food. She takes a swig of beer. "Yes, she told me so. Did you notice yet that she's not in your class anymore? In fact, she switched unis."

"She did? No, I can't say I noticed... There was only one lecture since the schoolgirl thing, and students often miss classes. She left? Why?"

"The lengths women will go to be spanked by you, Paddle Man..." Sarah says teasingly.

"Yes, well, sorry for her, but Paddle Man is unavailable. I have my hands full with you."

Sarah laughs. "We'll see," she says enigmatically. I don't understand what she's on about, but I before I get the chance to press her for more information, Martin shows up with fresh beers and more food.

Later that evening, we are all dancing to the energetic ska punk sounds coming from the main stage. Faye comes up to me and bumps my hip. "You two are lovely together."

"Yeah..." I can only agree. "You're only the fifth one to tell me so tonight," I add grumpily, but with a smile.

"You're smitten, right?"

"Can you tell?"

"Totally. Because you never dance. You always just stand by the dance floor with a beer in your hand looking like a wet weekend. If I ever saw you dancing, it was ironically. So good to finally see you having some fun."

"Finally?"

"Yeah, you are always so bored and gloomy. And look at Sarah, she's radiant. You two make such an amazing couple. Don't lose her."

"I hope I won't. You know how I am, I always fuck it up by being a boring nerd. But you're right, Faye, I'm in love and I really am having fun, at last." The band launches into a new song, and I move up to Sarah to dance with her some more.

When the band finishes playing, Sarah has a long chat with Liz. They laugh a lot, which I like but somehow has an alarming quality to it. Afterwards, she comes up to me. I'm not surprised the conversation involved talking about kinky sex. "Did you know they are thinking about getting her a chastity device for their play?" Sarah asks me.

My eyes go wide at this revelation. "Really? You talk about those things? Next time I am going to make you wear the ball gag, not the plug."

She blushes and laughs, her nipples visibly erect under her dress.

"Oh you would like that, would you?"

"Yeah, well... We'd get a lot of questions, I think."

"Would you like something like that? A chastity belt?"

She hesitates. "Not sure. I don't think it's really my cup of tea. But if you would order me to wear one, I suppose I would."

"Well, I for one wouldn't want you in a chastity device. I love it when you call me for permission to masturbate and I can deny you a bit before I inevitably give in..."

Her blush intensifies. Flustered, she says "I love that too, Sir."

The sexy banter has given me the horn. "We're going home, pet. You will need to prepare yourself."

"Yes Sir." Off to the bathroom Sarah sashays, with my eyes, and those of many other men, and women, glued to her sexy retreating form in the gorgeous summer dress.

When you return, I take you into my arms possessively. "All prepared, pet?"

"I am. Do you wish to check, Sir?" Sarah kisses me with fervour, rubbing her hips against me.

"You know I do." My hand slides under her dress, fondling her naked cheeks, tracing the gusset of her thong and feeling the plug lodged between her cheeks. "Good girl." She giggles. The number of women giggling in my proximity has increased dramatically in the past week, and I can't complain.

I wrap my arm around her and we make our way to our friends to say goodbye. "I am taking this lovely girl home," I tell them.

"While she still has some energy left?" Liz grins suggestively.

"Exactly." We say our goodbyes and make our way out of the park.

We walk home chatting happily about the evening, when she suddenly asks, in a pensive voice, "Sir, may I request something?"

"Go ahead, pet," I answer mock-graciously.

"I would like to serve you tonight. I mean really. As your slave. And you as Master. Could we try that? Just this once?" She looks up to me uncertainly.

"Very well, slave. What do you have in mind?"

She smiles happily. "Your slave will undress her Master, and give him a massage and a blowjob. And anything else Master requires before going to bed."

"That sounds delightful."

And she does. When we get home, Sarah undresses herself first. Fully naked, she then takes off my shoes, brings me a beer and massages my feet while I sit on the sofa and have my drink. I then tell her to undress me and give me a nice massage, for which I lie down on the bed. All relaxed, I turn around and beckon her over for the promised blowjob. She eagerly takes me into her mouth and worships my cock, licking, sucking and kissing every bit of it. Then, when she picks up her pace, she reaches over to grab the paddle and hands it to me. I don't know if it's a lucky guess from her or if she's sensed something, but she's now giving me the chance to act out one of my very favourite erotic fantasies: dishing out a spanking while having my cock sucked. She angles her body so my paddling hand can easily reach her bum and sets to work on my cock again. I moan loudly, and smack her. She whimpers into my cock as I paddle her again and again. Her bum jiggles enticingly each time the paddle lands, and her cheeks slowly start to turn red, which only adds to my arousal. When I briefly pause the paddling to concentrate on her mouth on my cock, and her index finger that has unexpectedly found my arsehole, she wiggles her behind again to remind me to keep spanking her. I am only too happy to oblige, and before long, I come in hot spurts into her mouth. She swallows it all and spends quite some time licking and cleaning my cock. Sated, I tell her it's time for bed.

"That was amazing, pet. Thank you for making my fantasy come true."

She smiles.

"And you? What do you need, pet?"

"Nothing Sir. Your slave is happy to be spanked, horny and denied."

I hold her tightly, caressing her red behind until we both fall asleep.