The Armoire Ch. 06

Puzzled, he responded, "The red Nissan...by the garage."

Without a word I took his hand and led him to the side of the Nissan, turned to him and undid his belt and trouser button, then slid his pants and jockeys down his legs. After a quick look around I said, "Help me up."

Tommy smiled and lifted me up, sitting me on the hood of the car. Happily, I moaned and wrapped my limbs around him as he slid his hard, perfect passkey into my moist, eager lock. We ground our hips and kissed hard and my bum made soft squeaking noises on the cold metal of the car hood. Both of us climaxed together and we moaned into each others mouths as our juices commingled in my belly.

When the waves receded, Tommy began to lift me off the car but I stopped him saying, "No, wait...just pull out of me a little, okay?"

He did as I asked and, as his softened manhood exited my vagina, I could feel a fair bit of gooey liquid leak out onto the hood of the Nissan. I then said, "Lift me straight up, okay? Don't slide me off."

He chuckled as he easily lifted me off the car and, after a quick wipe between my legs, he slipped the flimsy dress back on me. We admired the substantial puddle left behind on the hood then, like two children who had just stolen a candy bar, we ran to the 'vette and hopped in. I couldn't resist blaring the horn as I turned out of the driveway and sped down the road.

At the first stop sign we looked at each other...and burst into hysterical, teary laughter. I had to catch my breath for a few seconds, and then I said, "I wish I could be there when she sees that in the morning!"

We laughed again then Tommy said, "She's either going to know what it is or think a pterodactyl crapped on the car!"

It was difficult to contain our amusement but I managed to settle down enough to get the car moving although, both of us continued to giggle all the way home.

"I think you may have unleashed a few closeted monsters back there," said Tommy, as we pulled into our lane.

I responded, "Jada was really intrigued and maybe Haden too. I could be mistaken but I don't think Roselyn was into it all that much."

Tommy laughed and said, "Yeah...definitely not going to get a Christmas card from her this year!"

We parked and went into the house where I suggested Tommy go relax in the living room while I made some tea. In the kitchen I got the tea going then just stared out the window over the sink...reflecting on my life. I was deeply in love with this man...a man who knew that I would submit to his every whim even if he treated me like dirt. I began to cry a bit as I realized that he loved me more than I could comprehend.

When the tea was steeped I prepared a large cup for him and put it on a serving tray...then I slipped off my dress, picked up the tray, and walked, naked and barefoot, to the living room. I approached Tommy then knelt at his feet and held the tray out, offering him the tea. He looked a bit puzzled as he took the cup and said, "Uh...what are you doing, babe?"

I put down the tray and moved in closer, resting my arms on his lap and said, "It was nice tonight...the way you did all that stuff I asked. Thankyou for doing that, Tommy."

"You're welcome," he answered, "but why are you surprised that I do things that you ask?"

Trying to make him understand, once and for all, I looked into his eyes and said, "I know you're not looking for me to be a total submissive, Tommy, but when I said I belong to you I meant it...literally. You own me, Tommy, body and soul. The reality is...I love you so much that I have little left for anybody else. Like it or not, you are my master and I am your slave."

He sighed and smiled then took my hand and moved me up so I was sitting on his lap. I leaned against him with my head on his shoulder and arms around his neck as he said, "I appreciate what you're saying, Al, but I still don't see what that has to do with me doing what you asked tonight."

"Because," I said, "it's supposed to be the other way around...I'm supposed to do what you say."

Tommy said, "Oh, I see. Well, if I understand this right, you belong to me so it's up to me to decide how I choose to treat you...Is that correct?"

"Yes," I answered, "of course...absolutely!"

"Then that should explain it for you so...enough said! Now, I need to clarify a few things...do these belong to me?"

He touched his fingers to my lips and I replied, "Yes, they belong to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish."

Tommy kissed me then started to tickle my right nipple with his fingertips and said, "And these...Do these belong to me?"

His tickling was making me giggle but again I answered, "Yes, they belong to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish."

Tommy repeated the "clarification' with every part of my body; my legs, feet, toes, arms, and hands then, he put his hand between my legs and gently rubbed my pussy and thighs, he said, "Does all this belong to me?"

I moaned and said, "Oh Yes! It all belongs to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish."

Then he reached behind me and rubbed his hand all over my bum and said, "Does this belong to me?"

As before I answered, "Yes, it belongs to you, and you can do with it whatever you wish."

I was surprised when he then asked, "Do you think you deserve punishment for making me do all those things for you tonight?"

I smiled at him and answered, "Absolutely, Tommy. This is one of those times where I really have it coming!"

Smiling back he said, "Then I think you had better run to the kitchen and bring me back a four footer and the wooden spoon."

I knew he didn't want me to call him 'My Master', that was just for the Perfect Slave game so, as I eagerly jumped up, I said, "Yes, Tommy, right away!"

I ran to the kitchen and got a four foot length of hemp rope and the wooden spoon. I didn't want to make him wait but I needed a minute to calm down. He hadn't spanked me, in the traditional sense, in quite a while and I was panting with excitement. And the wooden spoon...! It was a heavy, hand carved, almost flat, wooden spoon that he had used on me once before. It hurt like hell but it didn't leave any marks...other that a ruby red ass. Tommy could read me like a book but, the last time he used it, I really strained to hide how painful it was. I was sure he wouldn't use it if he realized how much it hurt.

I ran back to the living room, handed him the rope and spoon then, without being told, I turned and placed my arms behind my back and, in no time, Tommy had my wrists bound in his patented, makeshift rope cuffs. He pulled me down so I was lying over his lap and then said, "So, how much punishment do you feel tonight's indiscretion calls for?"

I answered, "I think, in order to learn my lesson, my entire bum will have to end up a deep, dark red, Tommy."

He chuckled a bit then sighed and said, "You're too much, Alyssa, and you're too good for me."

It sounded like he had teared up a little as he said that so I turned my head towards him and said, "No, Tommy, you're wrong. I'm just right for you."

He smiled back at me and then I tuned away again as he began to softly rub my bum. Suddenly, he laid down four sharp smacks to both cheeks. The pain was terrible but I managed to stifle any sound however; I did start to cry. While the spanking had triggered my tears, I wasn't crying from the pain really, I was crying because I was so, extraordinarily happy.

* * *

I found I had to wipe a few tears myself as Alyssa wrapped up her incredible story. It was impossible not to envy the potent connection Alyssa and Sam had and, I truly believed that, if there was such a thing as reincarnation, somehow those two would find each other, no matter how many times they were reborn.

She snapped me back to reality as she said, "Sylvia? I told you all this, partly because of what happened to you here on your first visit and I feel you deserve to know. I also consider you a friend and it's nice for me to be able to tell someone else how I feel...how happy I am, and why but...I have told you this in confidence so I need you to promise that you won't discuss it with anybody...including Sam."

"Oh...of course," I replied, "If that's what you want then, I promise."

We sat quietly sipping our coffee for a few moments and I mused over Alyssa's lack of confusion with the use of his name. Most of us knew his real name but, there was kind of an unwritten rule that we all called him Sam or Sammy. Alyssa was the only one that called him Tommy although, when any of the other women were around, she called him Sammy as well. It was a subtle way of reminding the rest of us that, although he genuinely cared for all of us, she was in a league of her own.

"Well, I better get going." she said, as she rose and moved to the door, "I've been trying to work up the nerve to tell him something for a couple of days...I guess this is as good a time as any."

"What is it?" I asked.

She turned at the door and said, "Oh, I really can't tell you now but, I have a feeling he's not going to be happy about it."

I said, "What will happen if he gets mad?"

"I have no idea." She said, "In the eight years we've been together he's never gotten mad at me."

"Maybe he'll punish you!" I said with a grin.

Her face literally lit up as she turned and ran towards the barn.