A City of Control Ch. 01

I raised my hands above my head and back behind his, linking my fingers behind his neck. "Mhm," I moaned as the bulge in his pants came to rest in my butt where the President's fingers had been teasing before.

"Good," he whispered in my ear.

He turned me around, his front still pressed hard against my backside, so that I faced the room. There was a large bed in the middle that looked cloud-like with its white comforter and many white pillows. Everything else in the room was minimalist and white. There was no sign of personal belongings, or even a sign that anybody actually used this room at all. This bedroom was already bigger than the whole of mine or any other community member's unit. The space was overwhelmingly comfortable and I could only imagine how big the rest of the President's quarters were.

"This is my home, and my room," again he pressed his mouth to my ear. "And now it's your home and room, too." He moved his head so that it was on the other side of my own and pressed into my other ear. "As long as you do what I want."

Now that I knew I was finally feeling natural human emotions, I tried to put a name on what I was feeling now for the President. As far as I knew from the research I'd done, this was love. An inexplicable desire to be with someone and please them anyway you can. That's what was happening. I was actually falling in love with the President. And it seemed okay. That little nagging feeling deep within me said 'lust,' but I ignored it. Suddenly, as long as his hands would continue to brush my nipples over my shirt like that, I could justify everything he's done to rule our community.

Then one of his hands slowly glided down my torso and found its way on top of my shorts.

"I'll do anything you want, Mr. President," I moaned.

"Please, darling, call me sir or master."

"Yes, sir."

We stood like that for a moment and I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of his fingers gliding gently over the outside of my shorts. His hand moved further and further down while the other continued to play with my breast.

I started to feel a wet sensation between my legs, under where his fingers were rubbing. Although I'd never felt it before, I somehow knew that it was natural.

"You have the most perfect body," he whispered.

The people of our community didn't feel sexual attraction, let alone apply any sort of opinion to another's body. I had no idea why mine was so perfect, as the President called it, so I asked.

"Well, my darling Jade, you have a small waist and flat belly," as he spoke of each body part he let his hands roam over it. "And breasts that are large, but not unproportionally big. You also have a gorgeous, round and perky ass - you have no idea what I want to do to that. And long, lean legs that are just asking to be spread open."

I didn't know what any of this meant quite yet, but I liked the sound of it.

"Thank you, Master." His hand had returned to its spot on the outside of my shorts. It rubbed down further between the insides of my thighs, over the wet spot again. I moaned in pleasure.

"I have something fun we could do. It's going to seem a bit scary at first, but trust me."

And I trusted him as he turned me around and lifted the tank top up over my head. I never thought I'd be this naked in front of someone, but here I was enjoying every second of it. His mouth found its way to my breasts and licked them, finally landing on a nipple. His tongue flicked over it and then he sucked the nipple into his mouth. My back arched as I pressed my breasts toward him. He moved to the other breast and did the same thing, sending electricity from his mouth to me through my nipple.

He smiled up at me and slid his hands under my shorts, pushing them off me. Again, I felt that I should be uncomfortable in my vulnerability, but I felt blissful instead. The President walked me slowly backward toward his bed and sat me down on the edge of it. He kissed me on the lips again, harder and sloppier this time, then got to his knees before me and spread my legs wide.

I was scared at first, like he said, but I trusted him. He kissed the insides of my thighs leading to my pussy. The President looked at it with wonder. "My, what a beautiful cunt you have here." He smiled up at me again. "Are you ready?" I nodded, biting my lip. He let saliva pool up on his tongue, and then left it hanging wide and loose out of his mouth as he licked up from the bottom of my labia all the way up past my clitoris sending a relaxing sensation through my body. It was the best thing I had ever experienced. Again, I wanted more.

He spit onto his fingers and rubbed the outside of my pussy, making me bite my lip hard and squeeze my eyes shut as I couldn't stand the teasing of whatever tricks he seemed to have up his sleeve. He slid one finger in my tight, untouched hole, pumping it in and out slowly. Without warning he slid a second finger in and I could feel myself stretching around him. Then a third finger.

His tongue came back to work on the outside - first long, slow strokes, then gradually getting faster. He spit on me and sucked on my little nub, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of me. My muscles throughout my entire body started to tighten up. He must've felt this because he started licking my clit again with short, fast strokes. My pussy squeezed around his fingers - I was in so much pleasure I was almost in pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, sweet release overcame my entire body, causing me to squirm and twitch. I felt wet juices flowing out of me.

I lay back on the bed, exhausted. The President giggled.

"My, I'm starting to like my new toy. Now that I've done something for you, you're going to do something for me." The arch in his eyebrow said that I'd have to put in some work.

I yawned. "But Master, I'm so tired. I just want to curl up in a little ball and go to sleep."

The President got on the bed, kneeling over me, and put a hand on my throat. He squeezed just enough to make a point.

"What did I say about doing what you're told? Are you going to do what I say?"

I nodded.

"Good." He got up and stood by the end of the bed. "Get on your knees in front of me."

I obeyed so that I was eye-level with his belt buckle which his fingers started to undo.

"I don't understand," I murmured at the floor.

A hand reached to my throat again and forced me to look up into his icy blue eyes. "You will call me master when you speak to me. I know you don't understand, but you will. Just trust me."

I nodded again.

"Okay?" he pressed, looking for an audible response.

"Yes, Master."

He let go of me and continued to release his pants, dropping them to just above the knee.

I had a perfect view to a massive member that hung between his legs. It stuck out a little from his body, but it mostly just hung down toward the floor. I knew men and women were different physiologically, but I had never seen anything like this. Part of me was incredibly curious, another part of me was almost revolted by its strange appearance.

I looked up at my master questioningly.

"Take it in your hand, darling." I obeyed, nervous. "Now grip it, and rub."

I got it wrong the first time and for several minutes we went back and forth until I figured out that the outer skin needed to move with me, and that it didn't hurt him.

When I finally got the hang of it, I was probably smiling like a goon for the praise he gave me.

"Lick it," he said.

I hesitated only a moment, but remembering the hand around my throat, I did as I was told.

First, I licked it for the taste, just to get a sense of it. It was salty but sweet. Then started licking in different ways to see what he wanted. He seemed very happy with long, broad licks that started at the base of his shaft and worked their way to the tip. His dick was now rock-hard and I began to explore the head with my tongue, flicking around the crevice between the head and the rest, and sucking gently on just the head. The President seemed to enjoy it.

"Now put the whole thing in your mouth."

I looked up at him. He was serious. I looked back down at it.

"Put my cock in your mouth," he repeated.

I brought my face slowly toward it, mouth open, and let it climb back onto my tongue.

"No teeth," he said.

I wrapped lips under my teeth.

He started to pump it a little in my mouth. I started to understand.

I moved my head slowly back, and forward again. Letting my tongue caress the invader in my mouth. Soon, I started to enjoy it and got into it, letting my head bob up and down his cock. My saliva made it easier so I tried to get as much on it as possible. I really liked it, and my hand found its way down between my legs to where the President was licking before. I rubbed as my head worked.

"You like it, don't you?"

I nodded and mumbled "mhm" onto his dick.

"Faster," he demanded.

I moved faster, and the tip of his head started to get near the back of my throat. It was a horrible sensation that had me on the verge of gagging. He started to pump, counteracting my movements. As I moved toward him, he moved toward me. Now his cock was hitting the back of my throat and I gagged. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hair and kept me in place.

"Bad girls go to the Correction Facility with their friends, good girls do what their masters tell them to do."

I kept going. Each time I gagged I tried to take a break by licking so I wouldn't throw up, but I never tried to pull away again. As soon as my throat felt better, I went back to pumping his cock in my mouth. I picked up speed and worked. I figured there was some sort of goal we were trying to reach as he seemed to enjoy it more and more, and I worked hard to get to that goal, whatever it was.

Finally, he throbbed a little in my mouth and erupted. Something bitter and gross filled my mouth.

"Show me," my master said, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

I opened my mouth, my eyes watering from the taste.

"You'll get used to the taste. You may even come to like it. Now swallow."

I obeyed, and swallowed the nasty goo. Although the taste and texture of it was awful, something in me liked the idea of what I had just done, and I felt proud that I took Master's orders so well.

"You've done well, sweetheart. For today, that'll be all. But tomorrow," he caressed my face, "you're in for it." His voice was sweet so I was okay with whatever that meant. "I have to work and clean up the mess you and your friends made. Tonight I'll show you the rest of my quarters, but for now, you will remain in this room and not leave it. My servant, Grey, will bring you your meals."

And with that he walked out without so much as a kiss on the cheek. I climbed up into his bed and lay there naked. It smelled like him.