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  She quickly undressed from the bottom down and turned the Hitachi on. Ooh, just how it buzzed was turning her on. She lay back down on the bed and spread her legs wide and held the Hitachi against her swollen nub. Little jolts of pleasure tickled her flesh as she rolled the Hitachi around. Mariana fantasized about Scott feasting on her pussy as he spread her legs apart in the air. Oh, how his tongue was so hungry and her pussy…her pussy was so needy for his tongue, his fingers, and his cock.

  Mariana thought about how she and Scott would always make love in front of the mirrors. He wanted her to see what he saw. “Damn, baby,” He winked at her in the mirror as he drove inside her from behind, “don’t you see how beautiful you look right now?”

  She thought about how tightly her sex gripped his cock each time she would ride him. “Fuck, Mari…” Scott moaned in her ear. “Your pussy is so tight for me, baby.”

  The memories faded away as Mariana fiercely came. The orgasm seemed to sneak upon her and she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. She finally got that much-needed release and she would have a good night’s sleep.

  If only that sudden pang of guilt would escape her…

  Seven

  “Great news, baby!” Scott began on the phone. “I have wrapped my meetings and shoots early so I’ll be home tonight.”

  “Yay! I can’t wait to see you!” Mariana beamed. Scott was scheduled to come home the following day, but he managed to get an earlier flight.

  “How have you been?” He asked.

  “I’ve been well, Master.” Mariana answered. “I’ve been very well.”

  “Did you follow all the tasks I gave you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Mariana was a little bummed she wasn’t living at Scott’s home full-time. She had already gotten used to it. “They were pretty easy.”

  “And what about the big task about not touching yourself?” Scott asked. “Did you follow that one?”

  Mariana quieted. That was the one task she failed. It wasn’t that she failed it once; she failed it several times. She felt guilty after the first time but the other few times, she didn’t feel that bad. How could something so bad feel so damn good? “No, Master,” she quietly replied.

  “Whose pussy does that belong to?” He asked.

  “You, Master,” Mariana answered.

  “And what did your Master tell you?”

  “You own it,” Mariana replied.

  “Do I?”

  “Yes, Master,” Mariana sighed, “it’s Yours.”

  “I don’t know about that, because if I did own it, you would’ve followed My instruction to not touch it.” Scott’s tone was firm.

  Mariana recognized the shift in Scott’s tone. He was not happy. He wasn’t playing with her. “You do own it, Master.”

  “So what did you use to pleasure yourself?” Scott asked. “I know it wasn’t your hand.”

  “The Hitachi, Master,” Mariana cleared her throat, “I used the Hitachi.”

  “How many times?”

  Mariana didn’t want to answer. She felt guilty enough as it was, and Scott was hounding her for answers. “Several, Master.”

  “So that means you went into my drawer and you masturbated.” Scott replied. “That’s two strikes, Mariana.”

  Mariana felt her Master’s tension on the other line. He may have said only a few words, but she could tell he was pissed at her. “I’m sorry, Master,” Mariana whispered. “Your submissive has been willfully disobedient and accepts full responsibility. Your submissive asks if it would please You to punish Your submissive in any way that pleases You.”

  “We’ll see when I get home,” He replied, “the next cum you have, you’re going have to work for it,” He promised her. The line went dead.

  Mariana stared at the dark screen of her phone. Now she wished Scott was coming home the next day.

  ****

  Scott arrived home just before nine pm. He dropped his suitcase at the door and took off his shoes. He walked to the backyard patio and saw his girlfriend looking up at the stars. “See something you recognize?” He strolled up to her.

  “I used to study stars when I was younger. I could tell what certain constellations were. Over there is the Big Dipper. Not too far from it is the Little Dipper.” Mariana pointed up. “Looking at the stars gives me a bit of peace.”

  “Are you stressed?” He wrapped his arms around her.

  Mariana honestly thought it was a trick question Scott just asked her. There was no way he could’ve been that oblivious to what she was feeling, especially with their earlier conversation. “A little.”

  “You shouldn’t be,” He reminded her. “You’re safe and you’re here with me.”

  “You’re mad at me, Master,” Mariana addressed him appropriately.

  “I’m disappointed in you, yes,” Scott corrected, “but I’m not mad at you.” He kissed her cheek.

  Mariana turned around and faced her Dom boyfriend. He seemed like he was in a good mood. “So we can move past this, Master?”

  “You disobeyed Me, and you need to be punished. Don’t think I have forgotten what you have done, Mari,” Scott said. “Go inside and wait for My next instruction.”

  Mariana walked inside the home and waited for Scott. He retrieved another pen and pad. “You know what to do,” He set the pen and pad in front of her.

  “A hundred times, Master?”

  “No, two hundred and fifty,” Scott ordered before he made his way into his study. “I suggest you get started. You’re about to have a long night.”

  ****

  “Master,” Mariana appeared at the doorway, “I’m finished.”

  “Good,” Scott got up and walked over to the dining room with Mariana in tow. In perfect handwriting, she completed her task. “Two hundred and fifty times?”

  “Two hundred and fifty times, Master,” Mariana nodded.

  “Good,” Scott nodded. He turned his attention to Mariana. “You accepted the proper punishment in stride. I hoped you learned your lesson.”

  “I did, Master,” Mariana nodded.

  “Very well,” Scott nodded before He went back to the bedroom.

  Mariana knew better than to follow her Master. Whenever He wanted to do a scene, she remained still where she was so He could set it up. She wondered what He was up to and what was going to take place. All she knew was whatever her Master had in mind, it was going to be an unforgettable night for them both.

  “Naked. Now.” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the home.

  Mariana removed her clothes as if she were allergic to them. She couldn’t get them off fast enough. She left her shoes on and waited for the next direction. No matter what He told her to do, no matter what was required of her, Mariana was going to obey every single word her Master said to her that night.

  Scott walked back to the living room. He was still fully dressed. He grabbed a chair from the dining room and briefly examined Mariana’s body. “Take off your shoes,” He ordered before heading back to the bedroom once again.

  Mariana slid off her shoes and wondered what was going on. Her Master always demanded she leave her shoes on during their play scenes. It was a first to take them off. She stood bare and vulnerable in the living room. He was distant, almost cold, towards her. She felt horrible about betraying His trust.

  “My pet, I’m ready for you,” He called out to her.

  Mariana quickly walked to Scott’s bedroom and didn’t see Him. She saw the bathroom light was on and she went in there. In the middle of the large bathroom was the dining room chair. It was completely covered in plastic. It was being held down by four chains on the legs. Scott had already removed His shirt and He was walking around the chair, making sure it was sturdy.

  Once it was to His satisfaction, He turned His attention to Mariana. “Squat on the chair. Grip it as hard as you can,” He ordered.

  Mariana walked over to the chair. She squatted on the seat, bending over to expose her ass. “Good girl,” Scott commented. He ti
ed her ankles to the chair legs and her hands to the back of the chair. Mariana was stuck on the chair for however long Scott wanted her to be there.

  She felt the light tap of a riding crop on her ass. Her Master tapped her ass with His toy of choice so Mariana was aware what implement He was going to use on her. She slightly nodded in acceptance and then waited. The first blow was always the most shocking, no matter how many times it had been done to her.

  The first swat was surprising and stung a little. The second swat heightened the intensity of the first one. The third swat made Mariana smile. Ooh, how she loved the way Master spanked her. Her slit became moist again and she curled her toes. She wanted Him. She heard the buzzing of a vibrator and a slow smile formed on Mariana’s face. She wondered what vibrator He was going to use on her. He had an arsenal of them and her Master had used a few of them already on her.

  “So this is your new favorite toy, huh?” Scott pressed the Hitachi against Mariana’s folds. The intense buzzing sent shockwaves through her being, from her spine to her core to her feet. Her toes curled once again, and Mariana gripped the chair tightly. “I wonder if you’ll still like it after tonight.” Scott instructed. “What’s my name?”

  “Scott,” Mariana moaned.

  “What’s my name?” Scott repeated.

  “Ma…Master,” Mariana stuttered.

  “Good girl,” Scott moved the vibrator to Mariana’s pearl. She began to writhe beneath it. “You move again, and I’ll stop doing it. You need my permission to cum.”

  Mariana let out a deep breath. She couldn’t see what her Master was doing, how serious His eyes were. She only imagined them on her, studying her reaction. How intense and determined they were. He was testing, teasing her…wanting her to open more to Him. Give Him everything she was capable of. He wanted not just her body, but her soul, her mind, her energy, her love. Scott wanted all of Mariana, and she was going to give it to Him.

  She felt the first coils of an orgasm approaching and she needed to release. She felt her pussy involuntarily contract, aching for that sweet gift. “May I cum, please?”

  “No,” He barked.

  “May I cum please?”

  Scott firmly pressed the Hitachi on Mariana’s pearl and held it steady. “No, you disobeyed Me.”

  Mariana gasped and gripped the chair harder. She swallowed several times, hoping that would somehow hold off the impending orgasm. But her Master was teaching her a lesson. A slow, torturous lesson. She disrespected His commands, His wishes, and His needs. He was going to make sure Mariana would never forget this night. “Please? Please?” she begged.

  “No, I’m not sure if you know to follow instructions.”

  Mariana felt how slick she was becoming and her wetness formed a small pool beneath her. Her muscles became to spasm on their own and her toes were permanently curled. “Please, Master…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Your submissive begs for Your forgiveness. Please, please, can I cum?” She begged.

  Scott was satisfied with Mariana’s apology. “Okay, you can cum.”

  The orgasm shot through her body, touching all of her senses. Her Master fed her hungry clit, and when she finally released, Mariana cried out her Master’s name and came all over the chair. She was soaring high, so high, and felt delirious.

  Scott walked over to Mariana and squatted in front of her. Her eyes were heavy and half-opened. Her lips were pursed together and she breathed hard. “Where are you?” He quietly asked her.

  Mariana wanted to continue. Her mind wanted one more reward, one more experience. But her body was exhausted. She had been brought to her limit and couldn’t continue, no matter how much she wanted to.

  Exhausted, Mariana uttered that fateful word she never thought she would say: “Red.”

  Scott kissed Mariana’s forehead and walked behind her. He untied her wrists and ankles. He cradled her body and carried her back to his bedroom. He gently massaged her body before covering her up with the blankets.

  He looked at his submissive girlfriend one last time and watched her drift deeper into sleep. He then turned off the light and exited the bedroom.

  He was proud of her.

  Eight

  It was Mariana’s last night staying at Scott’s home and she wanted to enjoy it. Since her punishment a few days ago, she and Scott hadn’t made love and she was completely fine with that. After the torture Scott had given her pussy, Mariana needed a few days to recover.

  Still, not everything was kosher between the pair. To further punish her for disobeying Him, Scott made Mariana clean every single room of his home and if he found a single smudge, she had to start all over again. She could still faintly smell the bleach on her fingers.

  But having bleach-tinged fingers was better than Scott not speaking to her as he had last time. Mariana focused again on the stars. She had always been fascinated with the constellations when she was younger, curious about astronomy and all that it entails. She might be able to figure out Boötes if she concentrated hard enough.

  Seeing the stars always gave Mariana a bit of peace. She was lucky Scott’s home had a great view of the sky. She could be one with the stars and the universe and escape from any problems. The stars and the moonlight soothed her mind and calmed her soul. She could get lost in studying the starry sky.

  “Did you make a wish?” Scott wrapped his arms around her waist as he approached her from behind.

  Mariana caressed Scott’s hands. I wish we would get married. “If I tell you what it is, it won’t come true.”

  “Oh, we can’t have that,” He nibbled her earlobe.

  Mariana slightly bit her lip and closed her eyes. A few inches to his right and south, Scott would hit her spot. That one spot that would make her immediately want to get down on her knees to service him in any way he liked. But he didn’t venture over to that spot. He would keep kissing her earlobe, knowing that’s not the place she wanted him to kiss. “No,” she softly moaned, “we can’t have that.”

  “How are you feeling?” He asked her.

  “Much better. I’m here, under the L.A. stars with my man,” Mariana nodded, “I’m feeling great.”

  “Baby, I just want to tell you that I forgive you for everything. You know I would never harm you. Everything I’m doing is to make you a better person, baby,” Scott whispered in her ear.

  “I know,” Mariana nodded, “I know.”

  “That’s very good to hear,” Scott gently swayed her from side to side. “Do you think you have some energy to go for a ride on my bike?”

  Mariana thought about the time. It was already nine pm. “It’s kinda late for a bike ride, isn’t it?”

  “I want to take you up to a special place. I think you’ll like it.”

  “Okay,” Mariana was game, “do I need to pack anything?”

  “Just your beauty,” Scott quietly replied.

  ****

  Mariana had never been on a motorcycle before. It was too dangerous, too scary, and too unpredictable. Too many accidents she had heard about it. Too many wrecks she had seen. But Scott asked her to go riding with him, and she couldn’t say no. A part of her wanted to live dangerously and recklessly.

  She climbed on the back of the Harley and made sure her helmet was snug. The leather jacket she wore was a bit heavy but she appreciated how heavy it was. It was pretty much the only thing that was separating her flesh from the hot asphalt.

  She held on tightly to Scott as he started the bike. They soon sped off into the city streets. Mariana briefly closed her eyes as she embraced the night. It was her, her man, and the air. The wind gently blew against her, and she held on more tightly to Scott. But she wouldn’t want to let him go even if they weren’t on the bike. Their D/s relationship had brought out the best in her, making her a better woman. She finally got a hold of her finances and relished her role as a submissive. She felt independent and confident. She felt like she finally found the missing piece in her life.

  She felt free.

  Scott
drove up the mountains, to a spot overlooking the L.A. city lights. He parked his Harley and got off the bike. He took off his helmet, shaking his head a little. “We’re here,” he said to his girlfriend.

  Mariana took off her helmet and adjusted her hair. She then looked over the cliff. The view was stunning. All she saw where lights everywhere. They were so high above the city they could barely hear any traffic. She heard the familiar sound of chirps and crickets. “Honey, this is amazing.”

  “I thought you would like it. I know how much you love nature and being out in the open so I wanted to bring you here.” Scott stood beside her. “Something different from what we usually do.”

  “No man has ever brought me up here before,” Mariana quietly spoke, “it’s just so beautiful.”

  “I’m glad you liked it,” Scott smiled at her.

  “I love it,” Mariana lightly sighed, “I really do.”

  Scott walked behind Mariana and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into his chest and sighed. She was with her man and everything was perfect. All of the tension and stress between disappeared. It was them, nature, and God.

  Scott glanced down at his girlfriend. The moonlight shone down on her face, outlining her full lips. Her face was calm and her eyes sparkled with happiness. She was at peace. He turned her to face him. “I want to make love to you, baby.”

  Mariana smiled. “Let’s go home.”

  “Here,” Scott clarified.

  “Here?” Mariana shyly smiled.

  “Here. Right now.”

  “Scott, we don’t have a blanket! What if the cops come?”

  Scott moved the jacket off Mariana’s shoulders and down her arms. “That’s the fun part, don’t you think?” He took the jacket and tossed it aside. He began to unbutton her top, exposing her skin one button at a time. “Tell me when it gets too uncomfortable, and we’ll go home.”

  Mariana’s mind wanted to stop, but her body was begging her not to. Every button Scott released from her sweater top made her body drunk with lust. She felt the familiar warmth pooling between her thighs and it spread throughout her body.