Petal Ch. 12

Please note: The first eleven chapters of Petal's story can be found in the NonConsent/Reluctance category. Enjoy!

I woke up slowly. The light was dim from behind the curtains and his regular breathing told me he was still sound asleep. I took a mental inventory of my body. Of all things, my abdominal muscles were sore and I could only assume it was from the movements on the bench. Or maybe the orgasms themselves. If I'd known orgasms could give me a six-pack, I'd have been chasing them much more often.

My knees throbbed a bit when I moved, but that seemed to be more like stiffness. Otherwise, I was in good shape, especially considering the workouts I'd had the day before. I moved carefully, trying to keep from jostling him too much. At the moment, all my body really had to tell me was that my bladder was full, and that needed to be addressed immediately.

I managed to slide out from under his arm and he made a low snuffling sound. I smiled a bit, realizing that it was more endearing than I would have believed. I walked carefully to the bathroom and pulled the door shut, making sure it wasn't loud when it latched.

I turned on the shower and used the toilet while the water warmed up. Once it was at a good temperature, I stepped in and let it flow over me. I washed my hair and then my face. When I washed my body, I was careful to be gentle with his pussy. I jumped a bit when I first touched my ass, not realizing how tender the cheeks would be after the paddle.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as the water hit me. Had I really gotten on that bench? Asked him to strap me to it? Never mind coming all of those times? Thinking about it was making my nipples harden.

The door opened and he walked in. He tugged back the curtain and smiled in at me. "Good morning, petal. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Master, thank you."

He stepped in and I moved back to give him space. He turned his back to me and I reached over to get his shampoo. Soon I was washing his hair then moving down to his back. His skin was warm and soft under my fingers.

I used the soap on his body, carefully tracing the curve of his ass. I moved my hands around to the front of his thighs and remembered how they felt pressing into me when he fucked me. I closed my eyes and counted to ten as I washed him, trying to clear my brain a bit.

He turned around and I looked up into his face. He was smiling, of course, and I could feel the brush of his cock on my stomach. I washed him from head to toe, enjoying the way his body reacted to my touch.

Once he was rinsed, I looked down and was pleased to see his cock pointing straight up at me. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking, slowly and lightly. I looked back up and he nodded, pointing down.

I eased myself down to the bottom of the tub and tilted my head up to watch him watch me. I stroked his cock more firmly and with more speed, squeezing every so often. Some fluid leaked out and I leaned up to lick it from the tip before the water could wash it down the drain.

I kept going, loving how it grew harder and thicker. He reached down and cupped his hand around the back of my head. I opened my mouth, expecting him to fill it, but he didn't. He just held me there.

I continued to stroke him and he moved his hips in time with my hand. I could tell he was getting close because he began making low grunts and his cock grew even harder. He put his other hand over mine and we stroked together. He came hard and he used his hands to hold me still and aim his cock at my face.

Even with the water, it hit my skin and a bit even landed in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and the rest of the warmth slid off quickly and into the drain. He let go of my hand and held it in front of my mouth. I cleaned it with my tongue, staring up at him.

"Good girl," he said. "Good little slave."

"Thank you, Master."

He let go of my head and helped me to my feet. "That was a wonderful way to start the day. Now, let's see what we can find for breakfast."

He turned off the water and we got out of the tub. He handed me a towel and held his arms out. I took the hint and dried him off, making sure to leave no water behind. He went into his bedroom and I dried off myself.

The caftan was on the back of the door but I walked past it. He'd already gotten dressed and held out his hand. I took it and we went into the kitchen.

He sat in his usual chair and I started the coffee. "I think cereal is a good option again today, my dear."

"Yes, Master."

I got the bowls, spoons, and milk, then got a box out of the cupboard. I brought it to the table and we got our breakfast ready. The coffee finished brewing and I got us each a cup, his black and mine with creamer. It felt strangely normal, even comfortable. Almost as if I had been serving breakfast naked all my life.

"I'm going to give you some time to yourself after breakfast, petal. I need to do some things in my office, so you'll have two hours. I need you to make a list of books you want. And possible services for movies and music. I'll have to figure out which ones work the best for us."

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."

He finished eating, got up, and walked around the table. He kissed the top of my head and cupped my chin, tilting my face toward him. "You have been a very good girl for me, petal. I'm very proud of you."

I blushed. "Thank you, Master."

He kissed my forehead and went down the stairs. I counted the steps, all twelve of them, as he went. I heard the door to his office open and I could only assume he went to his desk. I finished my cereal and cleared the table, rinsing the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. Again, it all felt so normal.

I walked into the living room and looked at the door. He was nowhere near me. He'd never get upstairs in time if I chose to leave. But how far would I get? A naked woman raving about being a slave to some guy down the road... That would just make the neighbors call the men in the white coats.

I laughed to myself. I'd leave and it would be fine. I knew that. It would be a little hard to explain, but in the end, they would believe me. He would probably end up in jail. Then so would James, for his part in it.

It wasn't a bad fantasy.

So why did I just walk down the hall and into my room?

I shook my head and sighed. It was a topic for another day. I sat on the rocker, picked up the notepad and pen, and started writing down authors and book titles. It didn't take long before I had filled two pages.

I turned to a new sheet and just started writing. I wrote down my thoughts and feelings about how I'd gotten here and how I'd felt when I came with him, when he fucked me. A few pages later, he knocked on the door. I looked up and he came in before I could say a word.

"Still writing, petal? That must be quite a list."

"The first few pages are the list. Then I started writing... Well, I guess you could call it a journal. Is that all right, Master?"

"Yes, petal. I think a journal is a great idea. You can pick one out and I'll order it for you."

"Thank you, Master."

He smiled and looked at the closet door. I want to see you in your new dresses. Put on the black stockings and the heels. Then show me how you look. Yellow, pink, then blue."

"Yes, Master."

"I'll be in the bedroom."

He left and I did as I was told. I pulled on the stockings, attached the garter belt, and got the yellow dress out of the closet. I slipped it over my head and let it fall over my body. It fit well, not too tight or too loose, and showed the top of my cleavage but left a lot to the imagination. I slipped on the shoes, taking a few experimental steps to make sure I had the balance right.

I went into the hallway and walked slowly to the bedroom. He was sitting on the side of the bed and smiled at me. "You look lovely, petal. Come closer."

I crossed the room and stood in front of him. He held up his hand and crooked his finger at me. I took another step so that I was between his thighs. He ran one hand up my leg, over the stockings, slipping under the skirt.

"Play with your nipples for me through the dress."

"Yes, Master."

I did as he said, catching them both between my fingers and twisting them a bit. I squeezed them, feeling them plump through the material, and watched him as he watched me. His hand moved up over the stockings, traced the lacy strings of the garter belt, and across my belly. He touched the top of my mound and I gasped.

He chuckled and slid his finger down to the entrance of his pussy. He slid it inside easily, letting me know just how wet I was. "Good girl. Pull the top down. Let me see your glorious tits."

"Yes, Master."

I hooked my thumbs in the straps and slid them quickly down my arms. I pulled the top down and exposed my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swiping it with his tongue and nipping it gently between his teeth. I moaned quietly as the sensations filled my mind.

He added another finger in his pussy and used his thumb to rub his clit. I realized my hips were starting to move with him. He laughed around my nipple and let go, taking his hand away. "Next dress, girl."

"Yes... Yes, Master."

I took some deep breaths as he pulled his hand back, letting the skirt fall back into place. I reached for the arm straps and he held up his hand. "I think you can leave those down. Let me watch them as you walk away."

"Yes, Master."

I felt his eyes on me as I left and went back to my room. I pulled the yellow dress off the rest of the way and pulled on the pink. I glanced in the small mirror and saw my cheeks were pink. The dress settled and brushed over my nipple, the one he had sucked on, and I shivered.

I smoothed out the skirt and tried not to frown. I was not exactly a fan of pink. Especially not with little tiny slightly darker pink flowers all over it. Still, I knew he would like it, and that's what mattered. I ran my hands quickly through my hair, pulling it back from my face, knowing it would be back in front of my eyes within minutes.

I walked back into the bedroom, the steps coming a little easier. I stood in front of him again and he smiled. "Lovely."

I'm not sure what he saw on my face, but he furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"I just... I don't like pink, I guess."

"That's not a problem."

"It isn't?"

"No."

My heart lifted and I smiled. "Thank you, Master."

I turned to go back to my room but he grabbed the hem. "Where are you going?"

"To... To change, Master."

"Change? Why would you change?"

"I... I thought you said it's not a problem that I don't like it."

"I did say that. And it's not a problem."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm confused."

"That's also not a problem, little slave."

"Then... What do you mean, Master?" My heart seemed to sink back down and speed up at the same time.

"It's not a problem because it's not up to you, now, is it, slave? It's not a problem because even though you don't like pink, I do. And you dress to please me."

"Yes, Master." I heard my voice catch and my face felt hot.

"Good. Now, turn around and bend over. Grab your ankles."

He let go of the hem. I turned slowly and bent over. I wrapped my hands around my ankles and waited, my pulse pounding in my head.

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."

He ran his hands up my thighs and down, making me shiver. He tugged on the straps holding up the stockings and let them snap back onto my skin and I gasped in surprise. He rubbed the cheeks of my ass before moving one hand down.

"Are you wet, little slave?"

My face was hot but I wasn't sure if that was from the blood from being upside down or if I was actually blushing. Was I wet? I shouldn't have been, but I had to admit I was. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."

He slid a finger into his pussy and moved it in and out. I let the moan come out, knowing he liked hearing it. He moved his other hand as well and started squeezing his clit. He was light and gentle at first, but it got more rough every few seconds.

"You're getting even more wet, petal. Do you like this?"

"Yes, Master."

He added a finger inside his pussy and kept moving. His clit was swelling and I started to pant. He laughed and went faster, squeezing harder.

"May I come please, Master?"

"Absolutely not, little slave."

He kept going, making my heart pound even harder. He added another finger and then another, stretching his pussy even as it clamped on them. He was stroking his clit, squeezing every so often and making me groan.

"Please, Master?"

"No."

He leaned forward and kissed my right asscheek, then pulled his hands back, leaving me empty. "Stand up, petal. Slowly."

I did, my head pounding.

"Turn around."

I faced him, all too aware of how flushed my skin was and how my hair hung in damp strings. He held out his hand and I reached out to take it. He shook his head and I dropped my arm.

"Clean me."

I reacted instantly, my body moving almost of its own accord. I dropped to my knees and started licking his fingers. I sucked them into my mouth, tasting my own fluids. He pushed his fingers in further and I had to stop myself from gagging.

Once they were clean, he took his hand back and nodded. "Good girl. Last dress, now. Quickly."

"Thank you, Master," I said. I left the room and used the back of my hand to wipe off any residual saliva from my face.

I walked down the hallway, the movement of my legs putting pressure on his clit and making it sting. I went into my room and tugged the dress up and over my head. I touched his pussy lightly and knew just how wet I really was.

I pulled on the blue dress, feeling at least a little more "myself." I knew he was right, that the color of the dress didn't matter because it was what he wanted. I shook my head as I got the dress situated. When had I become so... Docile?

I walked back to the bedroom and stood in front of him again. He cupped my breasts through the material and began rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I felt them harden and they seemed to send shocks to his clit.

"Pull up the skirt, petal. I want to see you play with my pussy."

I gulped and knew I was blushing again. I used one hand to hold the skirt up and let the other graze his clit and pussy. He squeezed and twisted my nipples and I gasped.

"No. Play with it, petal. Play with it for real. I want to watch."

"Yes, Master."

I touched his clit then slid fingers into his pussy. I moved them in and out, remembering how it felt when it had been his hand. I used my thumb to rub his clit, feeling the sting and throb as I did.

"Good girl, little slave."

"Thank you, Master."

"Keep going. Get right to the edge."

"Yes, Master."

I moved my fingers and thumb, rocking my hips with the rhythm. He continued to work my nipples and I moaned with each squeeze. My heart pounded and the pressure was building in my belly.

"Master, may I come, please?"

"No, petal."

"Yes, Master."

I kept going and I started to struggle. "Please, Master... Please, may I come?"

He laughed and let go of my nipples. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto his lap. "No, petal. Not yet."

"Yes, Master."

He held my wrists still with one hand and grabbed the back of my head with the other. He pulled me closer and kissed me. Our mouths opened and tongues danced back and forth. My hands clenched into fists and I could hardly stay still.

He broke the kiss and smiled. "Take off the dress, petal, and lie on the bed for me. But leave the stockings and garters."

"Yes, Master."