Ella & Evan - Valentine's Coupons Pt. 06

Evan shook his head, "No it's ok, I can go first. It's kind of embarrassing but I'll just say it - I think this is sexy and cool and I would love to do anything you were so excited for. But, well, I do kind of worry that I'll suck at it. Or won't like and be weird about it, or that you'll be disappointed."

I was shaking my head, but he took my hand in his and said, "I know you're going to say that none of that will happen. And maybe you're right! But I have to tell you. I wasn't totally sure why I was slightly nervous about it when you first brought it up. But then I figured it out."

With a shrug and a smile my love continued, "I was researching online about BDSM and stuff, trying to figure out how to talk to you about it and what I'd need to know. And while reading a sex advice column I saw a letter from a woman who was married to a guy who wasn't into BDSM like she was but went through the motions of it with her. She said it was crap, and he clearly didn't enjoy it and she didn't either. And then she found a guy who was really into it and he showed her what it was supposed to be like and basically blew her mind. She casually admitted she cheated on her husband, who she had clear disdain for in bed, and was basically saying she was going to cheat again because hubby was a wimp and didn't know how to fulfill her needs. And that normal sex was boring with him too and all she wanted was to be like chained up or whatever. And maybe it's silly but that scares me."

Evan was blushing by the end, and I didn't quite know what to say at first which made him even more embarrassed.

I leaned over and kissed him, then smiled. "Thanks for telling me baby, I totally understand. I guess the first thing is, we have a pretty freaking great sex life, as you know!" He chuckled and nodded.

"Clearly that woman was unhappy in general. So ignore that letter, I love our sex life and I know you do too. This is something I want to do. With you. Not with anyone else, that doesn't interest me at all. And I can't stress this enough, if this is really too weird for you or you don't like it, we just won't do it. Period. We have so many other kinds of fun together, I can just read smutty bondage stories online about submissive teenage girls getting corrupted by charismatic, sexist teachers with dungeons in their basements."

"That seems like a very specific hypothetical story," Evan grinned.

I closed the laptop and put it on the coffee table, then snuggled up to him. "Ignore that, but it's a great story if you want to read it with me one day! Regardless, we will always be honest with each other and that right there is the thing that I'm sure will mean we don't ever become like those people in that letter."

Nodding, Evan said, "I think so too. And really, what we've talked about sounds great, I mean it ends with me screwing you silly so I'm definitely on board! I just want you to tell me if I'm not doing it well enough for you."

"I'm sure you'll be great, since you're already damn good at the screwing me part! And that goes for you too. Anyone is not feeling it for any reason, we just stop. No problems, no drama."

"Deal. Thank you, I feel better about it now."

I was really enjoying cuddling up against Evan, like I always do, but I wanted to look him in the eye, so I reluctantly moved away. I said, "The thing that worries me is kind of similar in a way. I'm worried a little that, when I tell you exactly what kind of kinky shit I have in my brain, you'll be squicked out."

"Squicked?" Evan asked.

"Just like grossed out, squeamish and icky, you know. I'm worried you'll hear what I want to do, the sort of thing that excites me sexually, and you'll be disgusted. You may not like, be so grossed out you run away, but you'll think less of me." I couldn't help but look away as I said it.

"Ella," he said, patiently waiting for me to look up again, "I really can't imagine that happening, but if it ever did, I would tell you about it and we'd talk it through. It would never make me love you less, even if I wasn't into it. But everything you've mentioned so far isn't that unusual, right? It all seems pretty, not normal maybe, but pretty tame by fetish standards, right?"

I nodded hurriedly, "I think so, but you never know what thing might seem mild to you but trigger some visceral negative reaction in someone else. And that would obviously be really upsetting to me!"

Evan admitted, "There are some things I read about that frankly would be a turn off. But the extreme stuff, like anything with poop or kicking me in the balls until they turn blue or whatever."

I had to laugh, "Well it's your lucky day, that isn't on the menu for me at all. I think we both have pretty basic kink levels, which is nice and convenient for us."

He leaned forward to kiss me and say, "It's my lucky day every day."

Unable to help myself, I said, "Awww you are so corny, and I love you so damn much you goof."

We kissed again, then a lot more.

Two weeks later the package arrived and, with trembling hands, I took the collar from Evan. He helped me put it on, just to try it out, and I teared up at it. He had paid extra to have a small nameplate put on it, and so my collar just said, "L".

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And now it's late March, and today is the day we'll try it all out for real. Well, not "real" real, but fake real. You know. We've discussed what I want and how it would work - it's basic stuff like I said so it should be easy. I was still on edge of course, anticipation and nervousness roiling through me as I got ready. I spent a long time on my hair and makeup, my slightly wavy hair was past my shoulders now and I combed it out straight and simply let it fall down my back. My makeup was only slightly more elaborate than normal, but that matched up with the almost ironically demure look I was going for.

The full Brazilian wax I had gotten earlier that day meant my body was perfectly hairless from my neck down, and I applied some blush strategically to my nude body. I was to be naked for the duration, but that was no excuse to not pull out all the stops.

It was almost 5 PM. Almost show time. In my en suite bathroom, I checked my phone one last time and saw the bland "ready" messages. My hands were strangely steady as I put the collar on, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. I saw a naked girl, honestly pretty damn hot looking, with big eyes and stiff nipples on her full breasts. The black collar looked huge on my neck, the tasteful "L" stamped on the front in silver the only colour on it. I could feel my sex moisten as Evan, my master, gave a single knock on the bedroom door.

It was time.

Epilogue II - L

Master was sitting at the chair at the small desk he used for schoolwork. He had his laptop open as I walked up to him, but I did not peek at his screen, it's not my place to have an opinion of his interests so why would I bother looking? As he often did, he had thoughtfully placed an old couch pillow on the floor next to his chair. I knelt beside him, eyes down but my posture good - sitting attentively upright but not stiffly so. As I knelt Master raised a hand and gently caressed my hair.

"Is everything ready?" he asked without looking at me.

"Yes Master, the dining table is set, and the food is almost done." I had spent a good part of the afternoon on it, even as I suspected the meal wasn't going to be the highlight of the evening I knew I would be judged on it.

"Excellent, pet," he drew a gentle knuckle down my cheek. My Master is perfect to me, I couldn't ask for a better owner. I smiled very slightly to myself as I enjoyed his fond touch.

Before he had a chance to say anything else, we heard a knock at the door. Instantly, my smile vanished, replaced by a nervousness I struggled to hide. But my Master just gave me one last pat on my head and murmured, "You'll do fine," as I stood.

Walking to the door, I smoothed my hair and glanced at my refection in the hallway mirror. I still looked as good as I could, but I was sure some flaw would be found. Taking a deep breath I opened the door, remembering only at the very last minute to cast my eyes down so I did not look her in the eyes.

"Well, took you long enough," she sighed as she brushed past me, and I hurriedly closed the door so no neighbor would see my nakedness. Turning to her, I risked a quick peek up. She was dressed in a lovely green dress, flattering to her womanly curves, and gold flashed at her ears and wrists. Her hair, a beautiful reddish blonde, was a gorgeous wave to her shoulders and as she casually held out her purse and jacket to me to grab and hang up I caught a whiff of her perfume. Like everything else about her, it spoke of taste, refinement, and money.

I have always been very intimidated by Mistress. She bought me a year ago as a gift to her son, to ease his labours and keep his body and mind focused while he studies at university. I know very well she will probably sell me for a pittance when Master is done school, and I will go from a kind, handsome Master to likely working the streets, chained to a post for passersby to fuck for a dollar or two at a time.

As I try to do with everything when Mistress is around, I very quickly put her things on the hooks by the door and followed behind her as she entered the living room. Her temper is easy to rouse, and she has always seemed to enjoy disciplining me.

"Mother," Master said, smiling at her as he approached. They embraced and she kissed him, hard, on the lips for a time before casually running her hand over his firm buttocks. I stood to the side, my hands behind my back primly, thrusting my chest out slightly. Mistress has larger breasts than I do, something I think of often when I see Master use them with such vigor. My own breasts are large for my size, but I wonder if Master would prefer them to be even larger, like his mother's. I didn't begrudge Mistress her ability to grope her son as she pleased, but I couldn't help but notice how he opened his mouth to eagerly accept her kiss. As a slave, he never kissed me so, of course.

"Darling, how are you?"

Pulling back, Master smiled and said, "Doing quite well, thank you. My classes are interesting, and the campus life really agrees with me."

As she sat down on the couch, gracefully crossing her legs, Mistress pouted at her son settling in on the loveseat. "But surely you miss home? Your father and I miss you terribly, it's quite quiet now that you're gone. And mommy misses her big strong boy, I just can't fall asleep the same way without your touch."

With a polite chuckle, he replied, "Thanks Mom, but it was time. I'm doing great and while I do miss home, I'll try to visit often. And you are welcome to come visit anytime you want some quality mother-son time." His wolfish grin had Mistress smiling coquettishly.

I was still standing, of course, and Master looked at me and said, "Grab your pillow, L." He gestured to the spot on the floor right beside him, to his left as I picked up my pillow and walked over to set it down.

Mistress was giving me a sour look as she watched me, and as I settled down on my knees, head down, I was not surprised to hear her say, "You treat your pet far too well. Look at her, so proudly kneeling there. You know you're only spoiling her."

I focused on not moving as he replied, "Now mother, you gave her to me, and I appreciate the gift. She's wonderful, but I'll use her the way I choose." His left hand reached out and grasped my breast, idly squeezing it as I felt my nipple stiffen in his palm.

"Bah, listen to yourself. 'Wonderful'! She's a slave, and you treat her like far more than that. It will only lead to her misbehaving, or you regretting it when school is over and you have to sell her off. Whoever you marry, she will not let you bring an attractive young toy into your new house, that's a recipe for disaster."

My breathing was getting heavy as I listened to them talk above me like I was a piece of furniture. My Master wouldn't just get rid of me like that! I know he doesn't love me, I'm not one of those silly slave girls who thinks because she swallows her Masters cock every day with a smile that he loves her. But he does care for me very well and I repay him with service as good as I can provide. Sure he's extremely handsome and fit and he treats me so tenderly at times I could almost maybe dream of more but I won't.

A trace of my inner turmoil must have been visible on my face, because Mistress snapped her fingers and said, "See! There! Your rude little pet frowned at me!"

Now I could tell Master turned his head to regard me. I stayed as still as possible, but my moistening pussy told me my body already knew where this was inevitably going.

"L, did you disrespect my mother?" he said, his voice low with disapproval.

"No Master!" I said quietly but firmly. He paused for a moment, but we all knew there was no way for me to protest. Either I did dare to express disapproval to my owners, and I would be punished for it, or I was saying Mistress was wrong, and I would be punished for that. "Or, if I did it was not my intention! I'm sorry Master. And Mistress!"

His hand cupped my cheek for just a moment, then drifted down. His strong finger hooked into one of the rings on the slave collar I wore, and he pulled me up and towards him.

Still keeping my eyes down, I let Master arrange me on his lap. My tits were hanging to the right of him, so my head as closer to Mistress and my bare ass was in the air.

The first slap was more of a tap, but it still made me gasp. The next 3 were harder, and he paused between each. I dared glance at Mistress through the hair in front of my face and she looked pleased, her attention focused on her son as he corrected me.

The fifth was hard enough to make me bite down on my lip. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so good that he was holding me down, making me behave with his strong hand on my naked skin. The final five spanks alternated on my buttocks, and I know at least once I moaned loudly enough to be heard.

When he was done he tugged on my collar again and I got off his lap, standing next to him again, my head down even more submissively and my hands, trembling slightly, behind my back. Again I raised my big, wide eyes just enough to see how Master was looking at me, so hungrily. His eyes roamed up and down my naked flesh, pausing to look at my perfectly smooth, hairless pussy.

With a casual motion he reached to my sex and cupped me, feeling my wetness before he simply inserted his middle finger inside me. Now I couldn't help it, I moaned out loud.

With a loud, sarcastic laugh, Mistress said, "See? You're just spoiling her. If you're making her wet you're clearly just playing with her. No wonder she's so prideful."

Now Master frowned and said, "Mother, I said in my home it's my rules for my slave."

With a dismissive snort Mistress said, "Fine. Tell her to go get our meal ready, I'm hungry."

I looked at him, still biting my lip slightly as he worked his finger in and out slowly. With a stern nod, he sent me to my tasks.

In the kitchen I checked on the meal I had prepared. The table was set of course so I began to bring the food out, careful with the stove and my exposed skin. The roasted chicken breasts would be done in less than 20 minutes, and I hoped that would be quick enough.

I was standing in the kitchen, enjoying the feeling of the warmth from the stove on my bare skin, when I heard the steps behind me. I turned and lowered my head, but Mistress caught my jaw in her hand and forced me to look her in the eyes.

"So, a few swats on the bum and you get wet, do you?"

"No Mistress, I mean, yes Mistress?" I stammered.

Looking at the timer on the stove, she gave a theatrical sigh and said, "What shall I do for the next 15 minutes though?" She chuckled and said, "Get on your knees."

I hastened to obey. As soon as I was on my knees she pushed my back so I lay on my elbows too, and she said, "Face down, and put that cute ass you're so proud of up high." I pressed my face on the cold linoleum of the kitchen floor, wishing strangely I had done a better job mopping the previous weekend.

The sound of a kitchen drawer opening was a warning, and I could feel my heart beating faster. Then Mistress crouched beside me, her hand soft on my backside as she made me widen my legs slightly and press my chest down onto the cold floor.

"Now here is how my son should be disciplining haughty slaves who don't know their place!"

A sharp whap as something hit my exposed ass. It was harder than Master spanked me for sure, but still more shocking than painful. I held my breath and remained still. Now I could feel something rubbing up and down the ass cheek, and the texture made me realize it was the large wooden spoon that sat in the cutlery drawer, never really used. Until now.

WHAP. Clearly my lack of reaction to the first strike was a sign to Mistress that I needed a stronger touch. Now my eyes went wide as a sharp sting rose from my other buttock.

WHAP. WHAP. WHAP. I gasped as she went from cheek to cheek, ever harder. Now I could feel the heat rising from my bum, and she ran a hand over the skin, her touch both slightly painful and also cool. I moaned again, and I was sure Mistress could hear the fact I was not as disciplined as she probably hoped.

WHAPWHAP. WHAPWHAP. Now I squirmed and felt a tear prick my eye as the sensation of heat started to give way to actual discomfort. With my ass and pussy so exposed, I could feel my humiliation kick in as I realized she was staring at the rapidly increasing wetness of my hairless quim as much as my reddened ass. For a brief second, I considered stopping it, but no. Behind the heat, behind the shameful exposure, I knew I had so much more to give.

Mistress paused and then I felt it, the feeling of smooth wood against my most sensitive flesh. She pulled the wood up, gently, from the bottom of my bald pussy to the top, then did it again. I bit my lip to stop another slutty groan from escaping.

"Now look here Evan," Mistress was turned away from me, and I knew my Master was watching. My face burned at the thought - how I must look! My ass sporting the red marks of the wooden spoon, my greedy cunt pointed right at him begging for more. I let out another mewl of desire, and I'm sure they heard me, adding to my shame. Who would become so aroused at being on display like this!

"Do you see what some proper discipline can yield? I'd say your little slave needs a firmer hand. Girl! Stand up!" Dizzy, I got up to my feet and stood there, blushing furiously as my Master stared at me. His mother was holding the wooden spoon up accusingly, and with shame I could see she had scooped up some of my clear and whitish girl juices.

Handing the spoon to Master, she stepped back, a pleased look on her face. He looked at the wetness on the spoon, then held it to his mouth. My breath caught as he, almost delicately, extended his tongue to lap up at my arousal.

"Hmm. Do you want me to do this to you L? Do you need to be disciplined more?" He asked, seemingly sincere.

I stammered, forgetting to not look them in the eyes as I glanced between them, but they ignored my transgression. "I... I don't know Master. Whatever you want to do to me of course. You can do... anything to me. Anything." Breathing hard at how honest I was being, I looked down at my feet again.

He held the spoon out to me, so I stepped forward and looked him in the eye again. Holding his gaze, I opened my mouth and let him dip the small amount of my juice in. I swallowed it eagerly, pleased to see him apparently satisfied.

Walking briskly out of the kitchen, Mistress snapped, "Your meal is going to burn if you don't turn off the oven now. I can't believe you haven't starved my son to death with your incompetence!"