Author: SirAeghann
Selene stood and stared at the clothes folded on the chair. She'd worn them yesterday because they were comfortable and easy to remove if Arthur were willing to do what she'd asked. Now, the idea of putting them back on seemed so final, as if it were officially the end of something she was enjoying more than she imagined she might. She looked at them as if they might get up and put themselves onto her, but when they failed to do so, her mind turned back to the kitchen.
She walked back into the kitchen, cleared the table, and washed the dishes. There weren't very many. All in all, it might have taken ten minutes. The hot water on her hands and wrists was comfortable, and it reminded her of her shower last night, as Arthur's firm hands washed over her skin and as his eyes roamed over her body. The thrill of it was still there, and by the time she finished the dishes, she wished Arthur was still there.
The collar was still around her neck. Her collar, she realized as she touched it. It was a simple leather strap, nothing more than a choker, really, but it was hers. Arthur gave it to her, and it was more than just a fashion accessory, but a symbol of her submission to him. She was supposed to ask permission before she did anything, but Arthur never had any phone signal at work.
She glanced at the clock. She had time before she had to leave, but the kitchen was cleaned up, and there was nothing to straighten in the living room. The only things out of place in the apartment were her clothes on the sofa, waiting for her, and her purse against the coffee table. She walked over to her bag with a sigh and retrieved her phone.
Her reflection on the unlit screen made her smile as she saw the collar. She felt sexy as hell and powerful, despite her eagerness to relinquish that power to Arthur. She turned on her phone, and the first notification was a message from Arthur on Messenger.
Arthur: Be good today slave.
She opened the messenger app immediately and wrote back.
Selene: Yes Master.
Then she looked at it for a moment and adjusted the settings. She changed her nickname in their chat and then changed his. The chat log noted the changes, but she sent another message to ensure he saw it.
Slut: Is this okay, sir?
She only had to wait a few moments until she saw he was typing a response.
Master: This is fine. Next time, ask first. Remember?
She smiled. She hadn't thought about asking permission for something so simple, but with any luck, he'd be willing to remind her in some particular way.
Slut: I will, I promise. Maybe we can start our next session with all the punishments I might owe you by then?
Master: We'll see. Did you get home safely?
Selene rolled her eyes. Arthur always looked out for her, and she appreciated it, but her apartment was just across the parking lot. It wasn't like she had to walk a few miles or anything.
Slut: It's just across the parking lot. Lol. I'm getting dressed now.
Master: Message me when you get there.
Selene smiled.
Slut: Yes sir.
Selene locked her phone and slid it back into her purse, and then hesitated for a moment. She pulled it back out and turned on the camera. Selene set the timer and set it up as best she could against the wall so that it was angled slightly up. She knelt in the Nadu position Arthur taught her and tried to look demure as the phone took the picture.
She looked at it but didn't like it. The angle wasn't as flattering as she'd thought, and it wasn't particularly erotic. Her round tits looked flat, and you couldn't see anything else. She decided to do a selfie instead and followed the basics. She raised the phone slightly up, her chin out and slightly down. Her tongue tucked to the roof of her mouth. Her breasts were exposed with her shoulder's back, her back straight, her legs kneeling and open, and she placed her free hand just over her pussy.
Much better. Selene smirked. She was smiling in the photo and felt a deep thrill as she saved it. Arthur was probably at work by now, but she knew he'd react when he saw it, no matter what he was doing, and hopefully, he'd let her know if he jacked off to her later.
She sighed as she locked her phone and looked back at the pile of clothes. Slowly, she got up, walked over to the couch, and put them back on.
The walk back to her apartment was quick but still thrilling. She was acutely aware that her thong panties were still on top of his fridge. She hadn't meant to spend the entire night, but she knew it was a possibility going in. Her sister and roommate, Kat, would have been worried if it had been anyone other than Arthur, but it wasn't the first time they'd fallen asleep watching a movie or something along those lines. She was safe enough to let Kat know where she'd be before she went, but as far as Kat knew, they were just friends.
It was early still when she put the key into her apartment door and pushed it open. Kat's bedroom door was still closed, which meant she was still asleep. Neither of them had class until the afternoon, by design. Selene slipped into her bedroom and then remembered to text Arthur back.
Slut: Home safe.
Master: Good. I'll be at work and in-class the rest of the day, but let me know if you take off the collar.
Selene smirked and started to gather some clean clothes. A shower was in order, and the rest of the day had to be done. It took her forever to choose her outfit for the day, and she decided to go without panties, at least until Master told her otherwise or nature made it necessary. She kept the collar on, a constant reminder that made her face flush every time she caught sight of it in a mirror or reflective surface.
It wasn't until lunch she remembered she had a task to complete. The clock outside the cafeteria chimed noon, and she remembered she had to submit five fantasies to Master, Arthur, by noon tomorrow.
She texted the first one that came to mind when she thought of it.
Slut: First fantasy, servicing you orally while you ignore me.
"Who you texting?"
Selene looked up a little too quickly and turned to see Kat standing just behind her. A guilty smile spread across Selene's face as she answered. "Just Arthur. We fell asleep on the movie last night. I thought he might want to try watching it again."
"Ah." Kat didn't push but fell in line, even if she was smirking.
Selene and her sister Katerine did not look much alike, though they were similar heights. Selene was often punkish and cute in her clothes. Today she wore a shorter skirt than yesterday that came up to her knees, black, with a camisole (and bra) beneath a long-sleeved t-shirt of gray.
Katerine wore a business casual look typical of her daily wear. A black suit jacket over a purple blouse, tucked into a pair of black slacks that she wore with heels that clicked on the cafeteria tile. It was amazing that Selene hadn't heard her coming up behind her, but that only proved how preoccupied Selene was with her conversation.
Katerine was also not as lithe or athletic as Selene was, and although she was older, she was two inches shorter than Selene, which brought her to 5'1". The trade-off was that she had larger breasts and a curvier build overall. Her blonde hair was cut shoulder-length and curled in a manageable updo that allowed her to present herself as more professional. Her facial features were very different from Selene's and harsher. She was not ugly, but Selene's features were soft and pleasant, while Katerine's cheekbones, eyes, nose, and chin were sharper and harder for it.
By the time Selene found a seat at a table, Katerina was just behind her, each with their tray, and they sat together, joining a few of Selene's friends from the theater club. They all knew Arthur, but Arthur was not among them like Selene hoped.
There was Maria and Mark, who were so enthralled with each other and their new relationship that they probably wouldn't have noticed if the Dean had sat at their table. Then there was Brad, and Caleb, and Yvonne, who were in the middle of debating whether Hadestown would be worth the trip to Broadway to see it live or if they could find a bootleg of it somewhere and have that be enough.
The conversation went on pleasantly enough until eventually, the others made their departures one by one, and it was just Kat and Selene left at the table. They both had to go to class, but it was apparent by this point that Kat wanted to talk about something, so Selene decided they might as well.
"What's up?" Selene asked as she worked on finishing her french fries.
"Nothing much." Kat answered with a slight smirk as she looked around to make sure they were alone. "How did things go over at Arthur's last night?"
"What do you mean?" Selene asked. "We watched a movie."
"What movie did you watch?" Kat asked quickly.
"Uh... Lord of the Rings." Selene answered, knowing it would be enough to get Kat to stop asking questions. Selene loved the Lord of the Rings, the books, movies, even the audio-drama adaptations. Kat normally reacted to the Lord of the Rings the same way a vampire might respond to a clove of garlic or an enormous crucifix, but this time, she just smiled.
"Which one?" Kat asked.
"The Two Towers. We watched the Fellowship last week." That last part was true.
"You had dinner over there and then never came home, and all you told me was that it might be a late night." Kat looked down at her plate while she talked and then back up to Selene, who still hadn't lifted her eyes from the last few french fries on her plate. "It's okay if you two are... y'know. You don't have to hide it from me or anything. It's probably safer if you don't. We're way beyond tattling on each other to mom and dad at this point."
"Arthur and I are just friends." Selene said automatically. It was her default response in this conversation they'd had before, and she'd found she'd said it before she'd meant to say it.
"Okay. Well..." Kat looked around a moment and then sighed. "Look. I heard he's going out with Kelly. So I just don't want you to get hurt. If you and he are a thing, and he's two-timing you, I will gladly help you hide the body."
Selene smirked and shook her head. "Thanks, Kat. But really, we're just friends. I know he has a date coming up with Kelly. I was actually planning on helping him with it. Give him some feminine advice on what to wear, that kind of thing."
Kat shook her head. "Okay." She shrugged. "Cute choker, is it new?" The abrupt change in subject startled Selene for a moment, but only a moment.
"Nah, I bought it a while ago. I just haven't worn it yet, but I dunno. I thought it looked cute today." Selene was not the best liar in the world, but she'd rehearsed that one in her head, and if her sister could tell the difference between a practiced lie and a true statement, she was kind enough not to mention it.
"Oh, okay." Kat nodded. "How you can stand things like that against your neck, I'll never know."
Selene laughed, a little louder than she meant to.
"I just do." She shrugged. "Come on. We have to get to class." Selene said as she stood up. Her phone buzzed in her purse, but she ignored it for now. If it was a message from 'Master,' she didn't want that on the lock screen with her sister looking over her shoulder.
The two made their way out of the cafeteria and toward the old lecture hall. It was a leisurely walk, but it was already starting to get a little cool in the late September air. They said their goodbyes at the quad, and Selene almost immediately took out her phone. She was right. It was a message from Arthur, though she was disappointed at its contents.
Master: No. We did that this morning with breakfast, remember? Doesn't count.
Selene spent the first half of her class daydreaming about different scenarios they might try and then trying to narrow that down to things she might really enjoy. Her top five sexual fantasies and scenarios. It was certainly more interesting than anything the class had to offer. She jotted down a few ideas on her google drive, pretending that she was taking notes, and sent him another text at the end of class.
Slut: A typical day, not a play day, where I wear only what you pick for me to wear. All-day long. Whatever outfit you choose for me, including underwear, shoes, and all of that.
She was surprised when she got a message back almost immediately.
Master: That's an easy one. I could do that tonight if you wanted.
Selene couldn't help her smile.
Slut: Yes please. Sir.
Master: What's your next one?
Slut: I haven't chosen yet. I have until noon tomorrow, right?
Master: Right.
Slut: I'll let you know as soon as I choose.
Master: Good girl. Tonight, after dinner, I'll swing by and pick out something for you to wear tomorrow?
Slut: Yes sir.
Selene couldn't help but hope that Arthur was smiling just as wide as she was, wherever he was.
Arthur smiled as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Today had been a full day, and it was only the early afternoon. A heck of a morning, then work, then class, with a quiz that he fancied he did pretty well on. He hadn't had the usual study time he always gave himself the night before or the morning of, but the material was more or less the same material they'd reviewed in Monday's class. So he felt pretty confident he'd done well.
Then it was back to work. Now, it was a late lunch. The cafeteria was never crowded at this time, so it was easy to grab a table for himself. Yet Arthur was only partway through his meal when someone joined him. He looked up from his food and phone where he was conducting some research and smiled at Kelly.
"Hey, you." Kelly said. "Mind if I join you?" She was balancing a lunch tray that had barely anything on it, but Arthur didn't object. He gestured to the table and gave a slight nod as if to tell her she was welcome to it.
Arthur finished chewing, swallowed, and answered. "Hey! How's it going?" He wasn't sure why he felt nervous or like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but he didn't like either feeling and did his best to shake it off. He and Kelly had known each other for a year, gone on exactly one date, and had another planned. They weren't exclusive and hadn't had the 'define the relationship' talk either. So it wasn't like he was two-timing anyone. He knew that, but he still felt the flare of guilt like he was keeping a secret he shouldn't be, and he had enough of that already.
"Pretty well." Kelly answered as she brushed her long red hair back over her shoulder and away from her food. Kelly Linnehan was as Irish as her name suggested, and she was proud of it. Her red hair was like an orange flame, and her skin was pale white except for the spattering of freckles that scattered across her otherwise symmetrical face. Her warm green eyes were bright and wide as if to answer any lingering questions about her heritage.
Standing, she was nearly 5'4", with an hourglass figure with soft curves against otherwise toned muscles that accented her narrow waist and wide hips. She played field hockey and intramural soccer, and she kept in shape. They'd first met at the gym, and it was clear they were both into taking care of themselves. At 38-26-36, she was Arthur's ideal of feminine beauty, and her large D-cup breasts looked good on her, though she often went out of her way to keep them hidden.
She was wearing gym clothes at the moment; a baggy black scoop-neck t-shirt hung off one shoulder but otherwise covered her sports bra and toned body. The black leggings she wore to match it clung to her long legs like a second skin and made her ass look nice and round. He couldn't see it at the moment since she was sitting on it, but he could remember it just fine. He'd seen her in clothes like these a hundred times.
"Just finished a workout?" Arthur asked.
"No, I-" She started, then stopped, and then tried to laugh it off. "I was headed to the gym downstairs, then I saw you come in here, and I figured I should grab some lunch."
Arthur smiled. In other words, she'd chosen to delay her workout and potentially throw off her schedule so that she could spend a few minutes having lunch with him. He appreciated the gesture, though it made that twinge of guilt flare. Selene was okay with him keeping his date or said she was, anyway. Would Kelly be okay with his relationship with Selene? Fat chance in hell.
"Well, welcome to lunch." Arthur smirked. "I've been looking forward to Friday, myself. Are you still good for dinner and some bowling?"
"Of course." Kelly started but then looked embarrassed for a moment and shook her head. "Actually, I was wondering if you might be interested in seeing a movie instead."
"Oh, sure." Arthur shrugged. "Dinner and a movie?"
"Yeah." Kelly nodded. "And uh... would you be interested in maybe, cooking dinner together?"
"Uh... sure." Arthur shrugged. He was an okay cook. He wasn't going to win any awards or fool anyone into thinking he was working as a gourmet, but he was reasonably confident he could cook with her without looking like an idiot.
"My roommate is going away for the weekend, so we could do it at my place?" Kelly suggested.
"Sure. And I'll see what's playing at the Regal so we can get our tickets. Anything you want to see in particular?" Arthur asked.
"No." Kelly shrugged. "We can always just watch whatever's on Netflix or Disney Plus."
"Sure." Arthur said, a little disappointed. He'd been hoping to see the new Marvel movie, but that wasn't exactly a good date night movie anyway. Later, it would occur to him that what Kelly was suggesting was infinitely better.
Arthur's phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. By the time he'd finished his food, he and Kelly had moved on from talking about their Friday night plans to their shared frustration with a stringent Professor they shared in different classes. It wasn't until after lunch, when he was on his way back to work, that he rechecked his phone.
Slut: Scenario 2 - you and I are just hanging out, not playing, maybe watching a movie, or playing video games, until you lose control, take me, and have your way with me. Then you tie me up and use me as a fuck toy for the rest of the day, using me whenever you need to cum.
Arthur would have felt a twinge of guilt if an entirely different twinge hadn't overridden it. He read the following message.
Slut: 3 - Being blindfolded, tied up, and left there, with the vibrator on, forced to cum again and again, for hours, not knowing when you'll be back.
Arthur bit his lip and put the phone away as he made it back into the office. He wasn't sure how he would make it through until next Saturday. Maybe that was why he volunteered to go and pick an outfit for her tonight. There was nothing saying a session had to last all night. Perhaps she would be in the mood to play a little, he could give her what she wanted, and she could give him a release.
The thought of Kelly in her workout clothes flashed through his mind as the office door closed behind him. He wasn't sure what to do, but for a moment, he pictured it was Kelly on her knees blowing him under the table this morning instead of Selene, and he nearly had to excuse himself. Instead, he thanked his lucky stars that no one could see the bulge in his pants so long as he stayed behind his desk, and he did his best to get to work.
It was not a very productive shift for him. He kept picturing Selene and Kelly, first one, then the other, and finally both at the same time, under his desk, doing everything they could to make him pop. By the time the end of his shift rolled around, he had to take a few deep breaths and spend a few minutes thinking about Professor Dunbar in a speedo before he was ready to stand up without drawing any attention.
"Hey, Arthur!" Mindy called from the cubicle a few desks down as he stood up. "Can you help me with something before you go?"
"Sure." Arthur nodded as he headed over. Mindy was another student worker, recently hired, and she was alright. She did her work pretty well, though she lacked Arthur's attention to detail - not counting this last shift, of course. Arthur was the veteran of the office. Their boss was demanding, and most new hires only lasted a few weeks before they gave up and found easier work. Arthur was the one who'd trained their boss in the first place, and he knew his job and did it without being told. That was worth a lot, apparently.
Mindy was an art history major who needed money, so she'd found this job. It was easy enough, mainly data entry, with some mailings, some inventory work. Her job at this point was mostly data entry, so Arthur had a pretty good idea of what it was she needed help with, and sure enough, he was right.
The screen she had upon the database was giving her an error. Arthur took the mouse over from her, leaned past her, and closed the dialogue box. Then he went back a few screens, filled in the missing info, and brought it back. When he clicked enter, it went through without any issue. He looked to Mindy with a slight smile, and she had the good sense to look a little sheepish.
"Thanks." Mindy tried to laugh it off.
"You'll get the hang of it eventually. There are a lot of Ps and Qs to mind in this system." Arthur straightened up.
"Yeah." Mindy agreed, watching him for a moment as he stretched and then returning her attention to her work. "You done for the day?"
"Yeah. I'm headin' out."
"You going to get dinner at the cafeteria?" Mindy asked.
"Nah, I'm just going to head home, have dinner there." He answered as he started to head out. "You have a good night, Mindy. See you tomorrow."
And with that, he exited the office to another buzz on his phone. The lack of signal in the office was convenient for their boss, who would have fired them for looking at their phones. Still, it was damned inconvenient for life.
Slut: 4 - You and I hanging out with the Theater Club, maybe at a meeting, but with a rope harness under my clothes, and you in control of a remote control vibrator that you use to tease and edge me with the entire time until you finally decide to see how well I can hide having an orgasm.
Her scenarios were getting riskier, sluttier, hotter, and Arthur could barely focus on walking home. He was thankful for the cold outside air as it shook him.
Slut: You still good for after dinner?
Master: Change of plans. What are you doing right now?
Slut: Eating dinner.
Master: I'm on my way to your place from work. Can you meet me there?
Slut: Already in my apartment, sir.
Master: Alone?
Slut: No... can we go to your place?
Master: Not if we're going to pick out an outfit for you.
Slut: Want me to get rid of her?
Master: No, we'll just go into your room once I get there. That should be fine, right?
Slut: Yeah.
Master: omw
Selene looked up from her phone and across the kitchen table to the living room, where Kat sat on the sofa watching television.
"Hey Kat, are you okay if Arthur comes over for a little bit?" Selene asked as casually as she could.
"Sure. You guys want the living room?" Kat asked.
"No, we'll just go into my room." Selene shrugged it off.
"You sure? It's no trouble. The TV is bigger than your little laptop if you guys wanted to watch a movie, and I should get some homework done anyway." Kat was trying to be considerate, which Selene usually would have appreciated, but at the moment, she wanted nothing more than groan in frustration. Instead, she smiled and shook her head.
"No, it's your apartment too, we don't want to like, kick you out of it. I know you hate Lord of the Rings."
Kat rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Alright, if you're sure."
Selene nodded, finished her food, and then did the dishes as quickly as possible. Her apartment was laid out the same as Arthur's but in reverse. The two bedrooms were to the left wall when you came in through the front door, and the open border to the kitchen and its stove in the U bend of the living room/kitchen layout was on the right-hand side. The bathroom door was on the far wall from the entrance to the left. They'd set their TV up on the same wall as the front door. The couch faced it a few feet from where the carpet changed into the tile for the kitchen. The kitchen table was in its little nook, and then the upside-down U of the stove, sink, counter, and refrigerator completed the wares.
Selene's bedroom door was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars, while Kat's was bare. Her room was a jumbled mess most of the time, but she dashed in there to clean it. She'd just done laundry, so she had to put everything away. She shoved it into the closet for now. There was no sense hanging it up if she would have to drag it all out to show Arthur anyway.
Her desk was a cluttered mess, and she did what she could, but she was only halfway through cleaning it when she heard the knock at the front door. Her heart was already racing, and her face was flush as she came out of her room. Kat was already opening the door and stepping aside as Arthur came in. Selene watched his eyes go to her throat, and she had to use all of her focus to keep from touching the collar self-consciously. She smiled instead, and he returned it effortlessly, which set her at ease.
"Ready for another marathon?" Kat asked as she shut the door.
"Marathon?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, what else do you call a four-hour movie?" Kat crossed back over to the sofa.
"Well, we're not going to watch the wimpy theatrical editions." Selene crossed over to Arthur and smiled at him as she passed him to pick up the DVD collector's edition box set of Return of the King.
Arthur knew when to play along, and as soon as he saw the DVD case, it all clicked into place. He assumed that last night they'd watched the Two Towers. Tonight was Return of the King. A believable lie as far as Selene was concerned. She loved the movies. Arthur, on the other hand, well... they were okay, but they weren't his favorite. Fortunately, he didn't plan on spending much time watching it tonight.
"Yeah, collector's edition, or bust." Arthur answered with a shrug. He watched as Selene crossed back across the living room and headed toward her door. He'd been in her room before, once or twice, but never with the door shut behind them. He wondered if Kat would think it was weird, but he followed Selene's lead.
Kat shook her head and turned her attention to the HGTV show she was watching, and the class notes she had spread out on the sofa next to her. "Have fun. Nerds."
Arthur laughed and followed Selene into her room. She decorated it with posters of various fantasy creatures on the walls. Unicorns, pegasi, fairies, dryads, and dragons layed alongside band posters and a ceiling full of tacked-on glow-in-the-dark stars. The desk was straight ahead when you opened the door along the left wall. Then a dresser, then a bookshelf, and then the far wall with its heavy-curtained window. The hamper and bed were on the right wall, with the narrow closet at the far end.
He moved toward the desk, but she gestured to the bed. So Arthur sat on the bed, trying his best not to disturb her purple comforter or pillow, and she closed the door behind them. He heard it lock with a soft click. Then she set up her laptop on the desk across from the bed and started the movie.
"Are we-" Arthur started to ask, but Selene held up her finger in a warning and turned up the volume on her laptop. Then she held up her phone and messaged him.
Slut: Sorry. We'll have to be quieter than usual, I think.
Master: It's okay. Unorthodox, maybe, but it's fine. How have you been today?
Slut: Horny.
Selene smiled as Arthur gave a short bark of a laugh. Not that he was laughing at her. He was just surprised by the blunt honesty of the message. He smirked.
Master: Strip.
Selene smiled, stood between him and the laptop, and obeyed. She crossed her arms in front of her, then lifted the t-shirt's hem over her stomach and breasts, and then lifted it off to reveal the cami clinging to her and the straps of her black bra. She folded the t-shirt neatly, and at first, Arthur didn't realize what she was doing, but then she handed it to him, and he nodded his acceptance. He put it on the bed behind him.
She glanced at the door and then repeated the maneuver with her cami, leaving her in her simple black bra and skirt. That too Arthur stuffed behind him as he sat on the bed, trapping it between him and the wall.
She turned around and backed up toward him. She looked over her shoulder at him and then nodded, as best she could, to her back. Arthur got the hint, reached forward, and with a quick squeeze of his fingers, undid two of the three hooks of her bra. A second squeeze released the third.
Selene slipped out of it, folded it, and then turned around slowly, with her arms covering her breasts as though she were shy. Arthur smirked and shook his head. She smirked back and lowered her arms slowly, revealing the breasts that arrested his gaze. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she could only hope that he planned to let her take care of it. She'd been thinking about what they would do together all day long since even before he'd first suggested he might come over after dinner.
Selene handed him the bra and hooked her fingers into her waistband, but Arthur shook his head. Confused for a moment, she paused and waited for further instruction. He made a lifting motion with his hand, and Selene understood. She bent at the waist, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and teasingly slid it up her thighs, baring inch after inch of flesh until finally she bared it all and lifted the skirt up over her waist and the rest of her body. Then she folded it, knelt, and offered it up to him like a sacrifice.
Arthur raised his eyebrow as he took the skirt from her, and the bulge in his pants had to be uncomfortable. He gestured toward her phone. She picked it up off the edge of her desk and looked at it.
Master: No panties?
Slut: I wasn't sure if I was allowed to wear any since you took my last pair.
Arthur nodded in realization and took a moment to take in the sight of her.
Master: Display.
Selene spread her feet apart, straightened her back, raised her hands behind her head, and interlaced her fingers. She looked at him as he looked at her. His eyes seemed to rake over every inch of her body, and she shivered in the feel of it. She could feel the heat coming from between her legs, and she wanted more of everything he had given her the night before. She wondered how quiet she could be if he decided to bend her over the desk and take her right then and there.
Arthur pushed himself off the bed and stood up. For a moment, Selene hoped he might take her like she daydreamed. Instead, he walked toward her dresser and opened the top drawer. Her sock drawer. He closed it and opened the next drawer down. He smiled. In the time he'd known her, he'd never thought he would be going through her underwear drawer, picking out whatever panties he liked for her to wear.
He rifled through the drawer for a moment and scooped out the folded piles, and laid them down on the bed. Most of them were cute patterned numbers, basic panty briefs that came in three or five-count packs all the same cut. She had four thongs, each a different color: blue, red, gray, and pink. All were basic cotton like the black one he'd taken and placed on top of his fridge. There wasn't anything particularly sexy or lingerie-ish. They were going to have to go shopping. That might make for a fun outing later.
There was one pair under the others that had some promise. A pair cut in a Brazilian style with nothing but string between the front and back of the panty. Another pair of briefs was almost entirely lace. That was something. He took those and turned back toward Selene.
She was still standing in the display position, looking straight ahead and breathing heavily. Her eyes flicked to the door for a moment and then back to the wall.
Testing her resolve, Arthur reached out and cupped her breast. She didn't falter.
He brought his fingers together and grasped her nipple. Her breathing shifted, but she didn't break.
He squeezed it and pulled it slightly upward. Selene gave an audible gasp and lifted onto her toes. He spanked her, reflexively, and the loud clap of his hand on her round, pale, quivering cheek seemed to fill the room. They both glanced toward the door, but when Kat didn't come bursting through it after a few moments, they both let out a breath of relief. Hopefully, the sound of the movie covered it.
Selene was so aroused that Arthur could smell it in the air, and the slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his bulge. It was almost painful. Still, there was something else he wanted to do. He walked back over to her dresser and opened the next drawer.
Her bras were much the same. There wasn't much to be said for variety, and they were pretty basic. Most of them were a solid color, one polka dot, but none particularly stood out as alluring or sexy. A critique he never thought he'd use for women's underwear. He scooped them out and laid them on the bed beside the panties. T-shirts were next, and then pants. Dresses and skirts were in the closet. He didn't pull them all out, but he did open the closet doors and sift through them for a moment, scanning her selection.
He picked up his phone, typed something on it, and held it up for her to read.
Master: These are all of your clothes?
Selene nodded and then paused. She shook her head, and looked significantly at the bed, then back to Arthur, and then back to the bed. He paused for a moment and then understood. He reached under the bed and pulled out a storage container. He looked up at her, and she nodded. He lifted the lid off the container and was confused for a moment, then smiled.
Ren Faire costuming of various types. There was a corset, some skirts, a few folds of silk, bells on a chain, a sheer wrap with dangly 'gold' coins on it, and perhaps the most promising costume pieces of all: a chainmail bikini. He smirked as he set them on the bed and looked back at her.
"That's all?" He asked softly.
She nodded silently.
He picked up the phone again, typed, and then held it up to her to read it. It was inconvenient that her sister was in the other room, but the thrill of trying to do this when it was a secret they were trying to keep from the person on the other side of the door added an element of fun to it. He could feel the thrill of it, like electricity, the same type of electricity that jumped between them when he ran his hand across her hip and gently rubbed the spot he'd spanked earlier.
Master: We need to take you shopping for more lingerie. If you're my slut, you will wear slutty underwear as often as possible.
"Yes, sir." She whispered so softly Arthur wasn't even confident he'd heard it.
Master: Maybe we'll buy you some slutty clothes too. Something for me to enjoy when we're with other people.
"Yes, sir." Selene's whisper was louder that time, more assertive.
Master: At ease.
Selene looked confused for a moment and then dropped her arms to her side. She hadn't realized how long she'd been holding them behind her head until she felt the relief of moving them again. She rolled her shoulders and shifted her feet a little closer together, relaxing.
Arthur rifled through her panties and pulled out the red thong. He handed it to her, and she held it. He nodded at her, and she nodded back but didn't move. He smirked and pulled up his phone again.
Master: Model them for me.
Selene's mouth formed an o as she expressed understanding and nodded. She stepped through them as quickly as possible, one leg and then the other, and pulled them up and on. She lifted the straps a little higher than usual, running them over her hips, but he let her. He sat back down on the bed and spun his finger around as he pointed it to the floor.
Selene spun in place, doing her best to show off her body for him as she did so. He offered her the bra next, red, though a slightly different shade. She hesitated but put it on, fastening it behind her back after giving him a questioning look. He only smiled and then went to the closet. He pulled out a white sundress, the material wasn't sheer, but it was thin. Thin enough that the red would show through as pink in any decent light.
Her eyes went a little wide, and she swallowed thickly. Arthur stared her down, and it didn't take long for her to look down and nod. The silent 'yes, sir' was all he needed. He gestured for her to raise her arms, and she did so. He slipped the dress over her, straightened it, closed it, and stepped back to admire it.
It was shorter than he expected, coming up to two inches above her knee. It was tighter too and a little nicer than what she usually wore, which was why he probably hadn't seen it on her before. He walked around her, taking it all in. It clung to her torso rather tightly until it flared at her waist. It was thin material, and the red was barely visible through the top. The straps were thin enough that the bra straps would certainly show as she moved throughout the day.
He looked at it for a moment and then nodded. Then he put the rest of it away, group by group, back in the dresser. Finally, whether because he planned to all along or because he saw Selene's nervousness and took pity on her, he pulled her blue open-front half-sleeve sweater out of the closet, set her arms through it, and draped it over her shoulders over the white dress.
"That's your outfit for tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." Selene whispered with a thankful tone in her voice.
"Now." Arthur whispered with his lips less than an inch from Selene's ear, one hand on her waist, the other on her arm. His grip was tight, and his words were quiet but hard and steady. "I'm going to sit on that bed. You're going to use that mouth of yours to pleasure me, and then you're going to straddle me and ride me for all you're worth. If you make enough noise to bring your sister in here, you're going to explain to her that you're my slut, and that you just couldn't help yourself. If you stop riding for any reason before I cum, or if you cum without permission, I'll add it to your ever-growing list of punishments. You've got three coming your way already"
He looked to her to make sure that she understood, and she looked apprehensive but nodded. She glanced at the door more than once as Arthur settled on the bed with his back against the wall. There were no particularly erotic moments of Lord of the Rings: Return of the King as it played on her laptop at full volume, so he wasn't sure how well this was going to work. Yet he was still aroused, so he looked at her instead.
Selene started to take off the sweater, but Arthur caught her attention and shook his head. She looked confused for a moment but decided to play along. She watched as he settled into the bed and unbuckled his pants. He beckoned her forward with a finger, and she came forward nervously, leaning over the edge of the bed so that she could reach as her hands found his thighs, reached inside his pants and pulled him free. He was already erect, and she did her best to use her mouth instead of her hands.
She started slow, using her tongue on the tip and underside. After a few minutes, she felt Arthur begin to wilt and looked up, confused.
Arthur sighed and looked over at the door, then at the laptop, then back at her. He pulled up his phone and typed for a moment.
Master: Okay. Let's try this. I want you to do whatever you can to get me hard without removing a shred of clothing. Straddle me, slide your panties aside, and ride me when I'm ready.
Selene grabbed her phone and typed for a moment.
Slut: Should I change into my other clothes, in case Kate knocks or something?
Master: No. I told you what you were to do if she came in.
Selene's eyes widened for a moment, but she nodded slowly and came up with a plan. She reached up and tugged his pants down a little, giving her easier access. She looked up at him, leaned forward, and kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed her back, and then she moved to kissing his neck and running her hands over his chest. She held onto his arms as she slid back down, rubbing herself against him as she did so, and then brought her tongue to the base of his shaft, licked up its entire length, took him in her mouth, and pushed herself down on him as far as she could.
She was only halfway down his cock when she felt it touch her throat, and she made a soft gagging noise. She pulled back a little, and they both froze. She felt him twitch a little, and she tried again, more prepared for it this time, and took him a little farther, without making any noise. She drew her head back up, did it again and again, each time moving slightly faster until finally, she was doing it as rapidly as she could, teasing him with letting the tip press against her throat but never entirely pushing it in.
Arthur gripped her shoulders and resisted the urge to thrust forward and impale her throat. He knew he could. She would probably thank him for it, but if she gagged and coughed and caused her sister to come running. He let her set the pace, and he simply sat back and enjoyed himself as his slave used her mouth every way she knew how to please him.
After a few minutes, Arthur tapped her shoulders twice, which grabbed her attention. He gestured for her to climb up onto the bed, and he patted the spot next to him. It was a little awkward bending over the edge of the bed the way she was, so she climbed up next to him, keeping her mouth on his cock as she did so. Arthur leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
The feel of her mouth working his shaft was exquisite, but all he could hear was the movie, which took him out of it. So he opened his eyes again and looked down. The back of her head was still bobbing, and the visual was nice but otherwise unsexy. She was clothed, and there wasn't anything sexy to see with the sweater loosely blanketing her.
He reached over and pulled the hem of it and the dress up until those wonderfully smooth thighs gave way to round bubble-cheeks separated by a thin line of cotton wedged into the crevice between them. He gripped one of her ass-cheeks and felt the suction on his shaft increase. He smiled to himself as he rubbed and squeezed, almost absent-mindedly. She pushed against his hand a little bit as he worked, and he knew what she wanted. She wanted him to spank her. She liked it; she needed it.
He glanced at the door. One stinging slap might not rouse Kat from the sofa, but it would undoubtedly awaken her curiosity, and Selene wanted to keep this private. They were both single, he reasoned. There was no real need to keep this a secret from anyone. Other than the non-vanilla aspects of what they were doing. And that Selene asked him to. That last fact was enough to keep him from doing anything to sabotage it, despite his teasing threat of having Selene confess her sluttiness to Kat.
He had his right hand on her ass, while his left began to stroke her scalp, playing with her hair while she bobbed up and down on him. She hummed slightly, and Arthur squeezed her ass quickly and hard both at the sensation and in alarm of her making noise. The result was that she made a still louder noise, between a moan and a squeak, and Arthur had to remind her.
"Sh."
Selene stopped for a moment and then brought her mouth off of him. She reached for her phone, typed for a moment, and held it up to him. She had to roll over to do it and twist slightly so that she could see his face.
Slut: Sorry, Master. I was enjoying myself a little too much. May I ride you now?
Master: Can you do it quietly?
Slut: I think so, Master.
Arthur didn't respond verbally, but he brought his right hand to her thigh and then slid it up until it came between her legs. His fingers curled and played, slipping beneath the thong panties that she'd soaked to the touch. He smiled. She was slick and ready for him, though she stretched and twitched, almost convulsing, to keep from making noise while he played with her like this. His other hand came forward, gripped her by her hair, and forced her to look at him.
He kept playing, moving his fingers faster and more forcefully while the bottom of his palm ground into her clit and began to push it around in small circles. She didn't cry out, but she was gasping now and flailing for her phone, where she struggled to type.
Slut: I cum?
"What?" Arthur asked, verbally but softly, as if he were genuinely confused by the message. He did not stop what he was doing or even let up, but neither did he hasten or strengthen his efforts. His arms remained rigid, and his grip on both her pussy and her scalp remained unyielding.
She was having trouble keeping her eyes open, and her breathing was heavy with her mouth open, panting, as silently as she could. She wanted to cry out, Arthur knew she did, but she was afraid of her sister finding out what she was. She was ashamed of who, what she was. Arthur almost felt sorry for that, but there would be time to teach her to embrace it later. Right now, he simply wanted to see how far he could push this, tormenting her through pleasure rather than pain.
"Please, Master." Selene gasped and clawed at his arm as she writhed against it. "Please let me cum." Her whisper was barely audible.
Arthur heard it, aided by reading the words on her lips, he knew exactly what she said. Still, he asked: "What did you say?"
"Please." Selene gasped, this time at normal volume and louder than she meant to, as her eyes shot open wide in fear. Her following words were a whisper, between her first and normal volume. "Please, Master. Please. May this slut have your permission to cum?"
"Cum for me slut." Arthur whispered in as soft a growl as he could manage. He smiled as her bucking intensified, and he felt her clamp down on his fingers and quiver. He felt her legs clamp together around his hand. Then he watched as she grabbed the sweater that hung down, shoved it into her face, and used it to silence an orgasmic cry of pleasure that otherwise might have been quite loud indeed.
By the time her muffled cry ended, the clamping down had relaxed, and every muscle in her dance-toned body was as loose as putty. She took in a deep breath but did not stop to rest, despite the euphoria she felt. He was rock hard now, and she was ready for him, though she did not have the energy to ride him as he'd asked. She felt guilty for wanting to ask him to fuck her instead, letting him do the work after he'd just brought her to an orgasm like that. The least she could do for her Master was to put in a little effort.
Selene shuddered as he withdrew his fingers from her and opened her mouth suggestively to clean them, but he did not bring them to her lips. Instead, he dipped them inside of her dress, under her bra, and wiped them there, first on one breast, taking his time to tease her overly sensitive tit, and then on the other. He dried his fingers there and made sure of it by tasting them himself and wiping his saliva off on the skirt of her dress.
Selene caught her breath a little and then pulled herself up to face Arthur and straddle his lap. His dick was pressed against her, her thighs on either side of his, her hands on his shoulders. She bucked her hips forward a little and back a little. She couldn't move enough to slide along his entire length the way she wanted to, but it was enough. He was already hard beneath her, and he nodded slightly to her as she looked at him.
Selene reached between them, sat up on her knees, pulled her thong aside, guided him, and sank slowly onto his shaft. Slowly because she was still not accustomed to his size, and she was amazed that she always seemed to be able to take the next inch. Until she wasn't. Her eyes flitted for a moment as she held herself there, and she bit her lip to keep from making noise.
Arthur ran his hands under her skirt, over the tops of her thighs, over her hips, until she felt him grip her cheeks. She bit her lip even harder, almost worried that she would draw blood, and let her head fall back a little. Selene lifted herself and then sank back down. She was slow, but she was doing it, and that had to count for something, she figured.
Arthur didn't seem to agree. He squeezed her thigh, and she looked at him. He gestured something, but she couldn't tell what he was saying until he started to do it. He shifted, so he wasn't sitting back against the wall anymore but lying flat on her bed with his head on her pillow. She looked down at him like that, her hands on his pecs to keep herself up, and smiled.
Then he started thrusting.
"Oh-" Selene started to cry out and silenced herself, again pushing the sweater into her face and muffling her cry. She bit down on it, trying to vent the noises like breath rather than letting them rattle in her throat.
Arthur reached up, slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and pulled it down. It pinned her arms to her sides, and she had trouble keeping her balance while he was thrusting from below, but she managed. Arthur helped by holding on to her waist and keeping her upright. At least for a few moments.
He reached up and scooped her breast out of the bra, first one and then the other. He smirked as he watched them bounce, though they weren't large enough to bounce very much. They were still slightly slick with the juices he'd wiped on them.
He braced his feet on the mattress and pushed up until Selene realized that she was no longer riding him. He was lifting her and pulling her down, matching each movement of his arms with his hands on her hips with a thrust from his hips, driving into her harder and faster with every stroke.
He was silent, but his breathing was heavy. Selene was only quiet because of the sweater she was half-swallowing at this point. Neither seemed to notice or care about the noise of slapping flesh every time they slammed together. The movie played on, and its music swelled, and Arthur hoped that would be enough. Selene quivered for a moment, and her eyes opened wide in alarm as they both realized that she was cumming again, this time without permission. Arthur smiled as he felt her inner walls clamp down on his cock, and he felt the spasm behind his balls as he blasted her full of cum. He grunted from the effort and let his head fall back against the pillow.
He felt Selene lower herself slowly forward and lay with her head on his chest, her arms still pinned to her sides, and part of her sweater still in her mouth. She let it fall, wet with saliva as it was.
"I think you may need to pick a different outfit for me to wear tomorrow." Selene whispered.
Arthur chuckled. "Oh no. You'll be wearing what you're wearing now." Arthur whispered back. "Red bra and panties stained with juices and cum. Bare legs. A white dress and a sweater with who knows what staining the inside, your bite marks still on it."
Selene shivered, but she didn't protest. Arthur could tell by the look in her eyes that she was imagining it, and the dazed smile on her face told him she found the idea arousing.
He took a deep breath, moving her with it on top of him. She started to shift off of him, but he held her in place. "Stay." He whispered. "I may decide to use you again later when I get bored with the movie."
"Yes, sir."
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