Island Fever Ch. 39

I reached into my pocket and pulled something out, but kept it hidden from Amy's curious eyes in a balled-up fist. I then undid my trousers and pulled them, as well as my briefs, downward. My cock, needless to say, was ready to burst. It plunged out, standing firm and straight, and wobbled obscenely before Amy's suddenly adoring gaze.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked her, opening my fist and revealing a plastic bag with two white pills inside.

Amy seemed confused. "That's ... my medicine ... Master?"

"Yes," I informed her. "Two pills - your daily dose of Lexapro - your anti-depressant. Didn't you ask me two weeks ago, after your visit to Dr. Humala on the mainland, if I would help you in taking your medicine every single day from now on? Without my help, you thought you may forget?"

"Yes, Master," she nodded.

"You have not taken your medicine yet today..."

"No, Master. It's not time for a few hours yet."

Amy's mouth went slightly ajar and she watched with pure fascination as I first removed the two pills from the sleeve, then placed each of them on the thick, bulging head of my cock. I held steady, not wanting either pill to topple off. That would have just ruined the spectacle.

"Take your medicine," I told her. "Take it now."

Again confused, Amy glanced up at my face, then my cock, face, cock and face again.

"Don't make me get the flogger."

With that, in one full swoop, Amy leaned forward, opening and closing her mouth over the end of my shaft. She quickly pulled back, her eyes fixated on mine, and I noticed the dose of Lexapro was suddenly gone.

"Good girl," I smiled, reaching for a glass of water and offering it to her. "Drink."

"Thank you, Master," Amy cooed, using both hands to hold the small glass as she sipped the water. "Thank you so much."

"Mouth," I said to her. "Open your mouth. Tongue out."

Again, Amy did as she was instructed, opening her mouth and extending her tongue, its tip even curling underneath her lower lip for extra emphasis. I stepped forward and smacked my cock across her tongue, then grabbed either side of her head and thrusted myself hard and fast into her.

Not expecting such force, Amy gagged and choked, but that was not going to stop me from continuing. My hips were an absolute blur as I blasted her mouth, driving the tip of my cock down her throat. I trusted that she could make the necessary adjustments in order not to gag or choke, and of course I was right. In no time flat Amy took me like a pro, her eyes wide and staring up at me with absolute devotion pouring from them as I erotically impaled her face and mouth.

With one final thrust, I jammed my cock so deep into her that her nose was squished up and contorted against my pubic bone. "Swallow every last drop," was my simple demand, as sperm began to jettison from my shaft. "EVERY last drop!"

I tipped my head back and roared like a wild animal, the juices flowing from my shaft as if a river dam had burst. I did not even know where all of it was coming from - this was perhaps my biggest and most monstrous load ever. It just kept pumping out more. Even as I crested downward from the incredible height of orgasm, it had slowed down, but was still oozing with sperm.

And much to her credit, Amy swallowed every last ounce.

"Thank you, Master," the 31-year-old garbled when I finally withdrew my cock from her mouth. I reached down and touched the side of her head with my hand, then tossed aside the frilly maid's hat she had been wearing.

Feeling winded and tired, I took a step back and returned to a seated position upon the chair. I breathed deeply and sighed in utter pleasure, the after-effects of my climax still reverberating throughout my body. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and smiled graciously at Amy. "Do you know why I had you put on a French maid's uniform today?"

"Because it pleases you, Master."

That was not the specific answer I was looking for, but it was good enough. It was how a true submissive would respond.

"Come here," I said, my voice now soft, as I beckoned Amy with my hand and fingers. When she got close, I pulled her onto my lap and had her to take a seat there. Amy hissed and mewed as a result; her ass must have really been sore and tender, and aching. There was actually some discomfort for her in just sitting down. I felt sorry for her, but I could never allow that to show. "You may call me Jeremy for now. We are going to suspend Master and slave play."

Suddenly, Amy was pouting. "Okay."

"Is this what you want?" I asked her for literally the millionth time. "This is how you want to be treated?"

Amy nodded her head and coyly replied, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I enjoy it."

"What makes you enjoy it, though?"

Amy laughed and shrugged her shoulders, perhaps unsure of what to say. "I don't know, Jeremy. Relinquishing control to someone that I know I can trust ... the idea has always been a massive turn-on for me. I trust you more than anyone I've ever known in my life. I know that you will take the control that I offer you, and use it for my own good. I know that you will not abuse it."

"I've never been good at making decisions," Amy continued. "Most of the decisions I have made in life ultimately turn out to backfire on me. It has been that way for years. I want ... I want you to make my decisions ... for me."

"The truth is, Jeremy, I have never been happier than I have during these six weeks that I have been here. In fact, this is the first time in my whole, entire life that I can truthfully say that I actually AM happy. I enjoy being with you, Jeremy, and I especially enjoy submitting to you."

"I have always been naturally submissive and obedient," Amy told me. "Even when I was young, everyone always said what a polite, little girl I was. I never once talked back to my parents or any other adult, for that matter. My parents will tell you that I barely even cried when I was a baby. I always said please and thank you when I was little, and I got gratification out of making others happy."

"As I grew up and I learned about sex, and how much I enjoy it, I naturally became a submissive female. But when you are young - fresh out of high school and college age - and you are submissive, the wrong people can take advantage of you and your good nature. That is what happened to me."

"I have told you about one of my ex-boyfriends, Jeremy ... he used to rent me out to others for a day or two at a time. He would charge people money - complete strangers, even - and then send me over to their house or hotel room, and I was expected to have sex with them. That ... he did not care about me or my well-being. It made me angry, actually, and then I went through an endless string of bad relationships where things just kept getting worse."

"I lived with a dominant couple for awhile - a husband and wife, and I was their house slave. They were much older than me. That ended horribly. I married a black man, Eddie, mostly because being with a black man made me feel even more submissive. That ended horribly, too. Everything always ended horribly, mostly because nothing was ever RIGHT to begin with. I was angry at life; I was mad, upset ... and instead of being submissive, which is what I truly am and always should be, I put up a shield and became aggressive."

"And when you first came to the island six weeks ago," I said to her, "you saw an 18-year-old girl in Lindsay who was scared and intimidated by all of the older women around her, and the whole theme of this place and what she knew it represented ... and you wanted to take advantage of her just as others had taken advantage of you at the very same age."

A lone tear seeped down Amy's face, but she glanced away to hide it from me. I reached out and cupped her chin, though, and brought her gaze back in line with mine. Amy sniffed her nose, then nodded her head in response.

"This is why I do not want to see the dominant side of your personality ever again, Amy. It is not who you are, or who you want to be. It is disruptive and hurtful to others. You wanted to take an innocent girl - a virgin, noless - and scar her just as others have scarred you. You did not care about the long-term ramifications that your words, and especially your actions, were having on her."

Amy was sobbing now. "Yes, it's true." She hung her head in shame and repeated, "It's true..."

"Obviously you could sense that Lindsay had a submissive side to her personality, but you should have introduced her to the lifestyle in a much safer and more controlled way," I scolded Amy. "You told the girl you were taking her back to Cincinnati with you, and giving her to a group of five black men for them to use. That wasn't right, Amy."

"I'm sorry..."

"You should be sorry."

Amy sniffed her nose and pined, "At least Lindsay has the proper guidance and is on the right track now. You have let Lindsay be submissive, Jeremy, and allowed her to explore that side of herself with you. You ... you do a much better job of dominating her than I ever could."

"I don't want you to tell anyone else about this, Amy," were my strict words for her. "I do not want you to repeat this conversation to anyone else. Trish would probably be very upset if she heard this. I know you have been getting along with her lately, but if Trish knew you treated Lindsay the way you did as a means to seek some sort of revenge for your own pain in life ... that would make Trish horribly mad. I've never seen Trish mad, but she would fly off the handle. It would probably make Devon mad, too, for that matter."

"I'm not really that way!" Amy cried, defending herself. "I just ... I'm happy now. I'm happy. I have been taking my medicine, and I believe it is helping a lot. I have not had a drastic mood swing or disturbance since you took me to see the doctor. Most of all, though ... I'm with you. I'm with you, Jeremy! That ... that is the best medicine of all."

The young woman wiped away a heavy influx of tears and added, "I know I can trust you with anything. I know you would never hurt me, although," Amy reached back and palmed her burning ass, saying, "that paddling was kind of painful." She forged a smile and cooed, "That was a good kind of pain, though ... the right type of pain. I deserved it. But I know you would never hurt me, or take advantage of me, Jeremy. You ... you have my best interests at heart." She paused, then mused, "You have everyone's best interests at heart."

"Can't you see the big picture, though?" Amy declared. "I love you, Jeremy! I love you! You ... you're the first and only man who has actually taken an interest in me as a human being. You are the first and only man who ever wanted to sit down and get to know me as a person ... talk to me like I am someone meaningful and important. You ... you listened to my thoughts and problems, and all you ever wanted to do was help. There was never anything in it for you, other than the desire to give me the help and guidance that you felt I needed."

"There actually was something in it for me all along," I corrected her. "I had an ulterior motive. I did all these nice things, sweetheart, because I wanted something very badly from you. I wanted it more than you would ever know."

Amy appeared puzzled. "What's that?"

"Your love."

With that, Amy began sobbing uncontrollably. She lost it.

"YOU KEEP ASKING ME WHY!" Amy exclaimed, her emotions now reaching a fever pitch. "WHY do I want to submit to you? That is WHY right there! You brought my submissive side out from hiding with your warm nature and kindness, and now I just want to throw myself at you! I want to curl up in your arms, Jeremy, and I never want to leave them! I want to give up all power and control, and let you make the decisions for me, because I only feel safe and happy when I am with you..."

"I'm your protector."

"You're my knight in shining armor. You came to the castle on your white horse, and rescued me."

I glanced downward for a moment and found myself lost in thought. Amy and I must have been the sight right now. She was in my lap, wearing what had become a disheveled French maid's uniform with her backside exposed, its skin a fiery shade of red. I had on a dress shirt but no pants to go with them, and of course Amy's mascara and general appearance was now in shambles thanks first to her punishment ordeal, then the heartfelt discussion we were having right now that brought even more tears and raw emotions for her to digest.

Amy was the eager submissive who would do anything to please, yet I was the reluctant dominant. Yes, I was reluctant. This was all so new to me, and I was still learning. Even though there were things I found myself doing to Amy that made me uncomfortable and squeamish, her love and devotion for me - and the fact that she encouraged and welcomed it all - made me forge on.

In the process, perhaps I was being introduced to a side of my own personality and demeanor that I never even knew existed until meeting this beautiful and remarkable woman?

"I will probably only dominate you one or two times a week to start," I informed her. Amy smiled and nodded her head at me as I continued, "Kristanna is going to want to dominate and play with you as we move forward in our relationship and possible marriage with you down the road."

"Don't marry me just to marry me, and say it's so," Amy requested. "I don't necessarily need to be married to you or Kristanna. I am simply happy being your submissive. I can go the rest of my life and be nothing more than your submissive - and I would be the happiest girl alive."

"You're going to be my wife one day. One day very soon."

Amy brought her hand to her midriff, rubbing it over and across the crinkly fabric of her French maid uniform. "I would love to cook and clean for you, Jeremy, and do chores around the house. That ... it would make me happy. It would give me a daily purpose, and structure. I NEED structure in my life. You ... you can't expect Louisa to be around forever, right? Can you? I would cook and clean for Kristanna, and even Devon and Trish as well. I would ... I would love to be the maid. YOUR maid. The type of maid who gets down and scrubs the floor, then finds herself over your knee later that same day for missing a spot." Those words, not surprisingly, caused my cock to get hard again...

"You're going to be content and satisfied if I dominate you - treat you rough and talk down to you - only once or twice a week?" I confirmed. "You're fine with that, Amy? I do not know I could do more than that, at least to start. Maybe in the future it will be more, but right now all I have in me are one or two times a week."

Amy smiled. "I will be submissive to you, Jeremy... 24 hours a day, seven days a week... 365 days a year, for the absolute rest of my life. I will ALWAYS be submissive to you. What way you decide to treat me in return will be up to you. Whether you treat me like your loving wife - a la Kristanna, or a naughty, bratty slut," Amy smiled again, then pointed toward her soiled G-string upon the floor and finished the sentence, "with a pair of used panties stuffed in her mouth, I will love you, and I will be happy."

"I love you as well, Amy Kathleen [Last Name]," was my proclamation, using all three of her names for an added flare. I found her lips with my own, and kissed her. "I love you more than you could ever possibly realize."

When I brought both hands to her ass and squeezed it, Amy's entire body tensed and she hissed in response. She must have felt so incredibly vulnerable and exposed down there. But that, quite frankly, was not my concern. I kneaded and prodded her backside with my hands, cupping and squeezing the smoldering flesh with reckless abandon.

"And I am going to take care of you, and protect you, from this point forward," I promised her.

Amy was suddenly beaming with delight as I cradled her in my arms, then stood up from the chair. She hooked her own arms around my neck, then placed the side of her face upon my shoulder and sighed contently. I took a couple of steps, but then eased downward and gently set Amy upon the floor. When I motioned for her to recline onto her back, she did.

"And I will follow you, Jeremy, and obey you from this point forward," was her vow to me.

Those eyes of hers were gleaming and full of love, but soon they became wide as saucers as I took the panties and jammed them back into her mouth. I placed my finger across her lips and when Amy opened wide - perhaps on instinct - I drove it deep until she was gagging on the panties.

I did not say a word as I grabbed both of her legs and spread them far apart. I then hooked them around my torso but Amy did the rest, linking her feet together and holding tight. An instant later, I entered her in the missionary position and immediately began a hard, rigorous thumping.

The red-head never once took her gaze off of me as I dutifully thrusted my cock in-and-out of her sweet pussy. Still, I did not say a word. I did not even utter a sound. With Amy's own mouth completely muzzled, the only sounds throughout the suite were that of our bodies bumping violently together in a hard, blissful harmony.

But Amy began to scream through her gag when I used my right hand to slap her left breast. I did it again, then used a back-handed motion for the other breast. I reached for the halter-like top of her French maid uniform and pulled it down, fully exposing those breasts (and ripping the fabric in the process). I slapped them both repeatedly, and now Amy madly rocked her face from side-to-side.

Even with the panties still firmly entrenched in her mouth, I lowered my lips and kissed her there anyway. When Amy started to moan and pant, I moved my hand and brought it crashing down hard across her upturned ass. That was the final straw. Amy went rigid, and had an orgasm.

I too, had reached the end of the line. I buried my cock in Amy and let my senses go, my body literally exploding as if a fireworks show was happening. I felt dizzy and my mind was in a haze, and I nearly passed out, but I snapped back to reality quick and now fiercely hugged Amy to me as my own orgasm subsided. I did not want to ever let her go, either.

"Thank you, Jeremy," Amy sobbed, her body again trembling, as I withdrew the panties from her mouth. "Oh God ... thank you so much. Thank you, Jeremy! Thank you! Thank you!" She returned the embrace, her arms tight and secure around me. "I love you, Jeremy! I love you!"

Exhausted, I raised my head up long enough so I could make eye contact with Amy. My demeanor had flipped yet again, and now I spoke with authority in demanding, "Address me properly."

"I love you, Master! Oh God, I love you so much!..."

***End of Chapter 39***

Please note: This story will end after chapter 42!