Elaine's Moment, Pt. 01

The engine made a nice burble as Ed gently nudged the throttle one last time, pointing the MX-5's nose up the long driveway. The pink dusk gave his house a golden glow as he stepped out of the low car and walked up the winding path, inserted the key, and opened the door.

Elaine was there, as instructed, naked. Hair in a pony tail to expose her pretty face. Kneeling, and ready to suck if requested.

"Good evening, Sir," she said, looking up at him and slightly smiling. "Did you have a nice day?"

She knew that he could answer by inserting his dick in her mouth, by slapping her, by laughing, or by doing whatever he chose.

"I stopped at the mailbox on the way in," he said, looking at her flatly and holding up an envelope. "Do you know what this is?"

"No, Sir," she replied, already feeling a butterfly in her stomach.

Ed unzipped his fly, took out his dick and inserted it in her mouth as he continued.

"It appears to be," he paused and tore it open. "TEETH," he said as he worked, warning her to be careful. Elaine moaned around his enlarging dick, knowing that teeth were grounds for punishment. Ed finished opening the letter, took out the contents and read.

"It's a past due notice," he said, flatly. Elaine said nothing, her hands by her side and her mouth bobbing on his shaft, but what had been butterflies became a million butterflies. A mistake like this was serious.

"You were told to pay the bills, were you not?" Ed's dick was approaching its full six and a half inches and his hips were beginning to meet Elaine's head motions. Knowing she couldn't answer, he asked again, "Were you NOT?"

Elaine only moaned a pathetic apology. They hadn't even gotten past the door and she had fucked up royally.

There was penalties for mistakes. Big penalties for mistakes this big.

"Stop," Ed said flatly. "Keep your mouth open."

He held up the offending piece of mail. It was from the electric company.

"It's for our electricity," he looked down at her, her open mouth just an inch from his now hard dick. He bent over and grabbed her right nipple in the fingers of his left hand.

"Do you *want* them to turn off our power?" he pinched the nipple with no delicacy. Hard. Elaine let out a gasp, her hot breath on his still-close dick. Ed twisted the nipple, asking "Do you think that would be fun?"

"NO SIR," she gasped, trying not to twist her body. That was not allowed. "IT WOULD NOT BE FUN."

She would not, could not, apologize until he asked for the apology. That was the rule. Until she was asked, she had to live with knowing that consequences were coming.

"I think I might like to play with electricity," Ed said calmly, pinching even harder as Elaine struggled not to scream. He looked down at her, "You love electricity, don't you slut?"

It was a rhetorical question. She knew that she could not actually answer it honestly, since they both knew he was talking about fire to her body. Electric fire, stinging her most tender parts. How could she honestly say "yes, sir," when there was a rule that she could not lie.

On the other hand... the thought of the stinging *did* excite her. Did she LOVE it? It was hard to concentrate. Her nipple was going to be bruised, she was certain. She was starting to slide into the Pain Zone. The slight buzzing in her ear as her sex started bubbling to the surface. Her need.

Her Master let go. He straightened up and moved his dick the remaining inch back to the bottom lip of her open mouth.

"Drink," he said.

The steamy stream of salty piss came with no other warning. Elaine knew that spilling any was grounds for even more discipline, and she drank the nasty hot stream whorishly. It was obvious that Ed hadn't gone in several hours. The piss was strong and plentiful. She swallowed as fast as she could, not thinking about the smell filling her nostrils, and the taste flooding over her tongue.

She did as she was told, looking up to see her Master leaning his head back, enjoying his piss.

"Get the last drops," he commanded, as the stream slowed and stopped. Elaine took his whole shaft in her mouth and used her lips to squeegee it. Her stomach turned a bit, filled with nothing but her Master's nasty liquid.

"Good girl," he said quietly. She knew that this wasn't the punishment. This was the promise of what was to come, This was mild degradation, to remind her of her place.

"Get up. Bring dinner to the table. I'm not kissing you now, Piss Breath," he chuckled.

"Yes, Sir." She couldn't help but smile a bit, knowing that she was loved, but also knowing that there would be consequences for her screw up. Eventually.

When? You never knew. Probably the Saturday OF session, but forgetting to pay a bill was serious enough that her Master might not wait, or he might give "partial punishments" leading up to her weekly session.

"Dinner is ready," she continued, as Ed didn't bother to zip up his pants but, instead, let them fall to the floor. "May I pick up your clothes before bringing dinner, Sir?" she asked. Ed assented and Elaine picked them up, as was her place, and carried them to their bedroom. Her naked ass pleased Ed as he watched her walk away.

Ed thought about cumming. Did he want to cum, yet? Her whore mouth *had* felt delicious, as usual, even if he was just pissing.

No, not yet, he thought. Too soon. It will take his edge off. There was dinner to eat, and Elaine would be edging for his entertainment after the dishes were done. He'd eventually add cum to the piss in her stomach, but not yet. Why rush?

Tuesdays could be fun.