Neat N' Naked 05: Emiko

"You can never truly get over one that you love. The pain will fade, the memories will remain." Emiko says lifting one of his hands, and gently kissing it. "The one who first taught me to accept, and enjoy the gift of subservience in no longer in my life, but I still treasure her."

Jon watched as she lifted his hand, and kissed it. Feeling her lips on his skin made his cock pulse inside her pussy again. Each one made him groan a little as he was in no hurry to slip out of her. He pulled the hair from her face, looking into her captivating eyes. Whoever picked Emiko knew what he liked well.

He leaned down, and lightly kissed her lips. "Part of the reason I haven't tried is fearing I couldn't feel something similar," he smiled, playing with her hair a little. "Then again, it might be because I had waited so long." He gave her a mischievous grin.

"We'll find out later... To be honest, I have let my place slide. We should clean the place..." He said but didn't move to move her off of him. His arms snaked around her a little tighter.

I belong to Master for as long as Master wants. To clean or to serve in other ways. Just command me. Emiko enjoys being held so close after making love like they just had. Too few realized how necessary this part was after making love whether it was vanilla or a scene. The after play was just as maybe even a bit more important than foreplay.

Jon smiled as she told him how much she was in his control. 'For as long as Master wants...' he replayed in his mind. 'I wonder how many days that means...' was his thought as he softly kissed her lips again, sliding his fingers through her hair. Eventually, his cock deflated to the point that he naturally slipped from her body. When he did, he rolled her to her back and kissed her again. "When you're ready to get up, join me in the kitchen," he said softly, stroking her hair, and her cheek.

He slid off the bed and stepped into the adjoining bathroom. Once he was cleaned up, he grabbed his robe from the floor in the bedroom before heading back to the living room. While he waited for Emiko to join him, he started moving furniture in the living room so he could vacuum the carpet.

Emiko had been taught to always look her best no matter what. So quickly getting up after Master left, she went into the bathroom, and cleaned herself quickly, brushed her hair, and touched up her makeup. Then she headed into the kitchen, where Master met her, and with a slight smile, he handed her an apron. She gratefully took the Apron and put it on, not that it hid much of her from anyone's gaze.

After Emiko slipped the apron around her neck, Jon caught her hands, and stepped closer to her, reaching around behind her waist to tie the apron closed in the back for her. It also gave him an excuse to wrap his arms around her again, and kiss her soft lips. "Another fantasy of mine..." he explained. "I don't know why a naked woman is somehow sexier than one without... but it just is..." he said, stepping back.

"I also wouldn't want you to scald yourself on hot water..." he said, gesturing to the kitchen in need of attention. "I'll be taking care of the living room. If you can't find something, let me know." It may not have been as sexy as what they just shared, but Jon's brother was right to think he wasn't looking after his place. It needed to be done. Jon was also curious about how serious Emiko was about being all his for as long as she was here... that she'd do anything he said.

He returned to the living room, dusting furniture, and vacuuming rugs without worrying that there was a stranger in his kitchen; a stranger he'd just met. For once, he shut out that little voice of mistrust and went happily about his procrastinated work. Eventually, he glanced through the gap between the cabinets, and the counters in the kitchen, curious about what Emiko was up to.

Emiko let him tie the apron around her, and listened to his instructions without saying a word. She began to wash the dirty dishes in the sink. Once they were in the dish rack, she went to the oven and stove. She sprayed some cleaner in the oven to dry and then started scrubbing all the dried food off the top of the stove.

Sensing Masters eyes on her, Emiko bent over to check the oven spreading her legs wide so he could see her. She stayed that way a bit longer than necessary letting him get a good look at her still wet pussy.

Jon smiled as he saw Emiko hard at work in the kitchen. She must have been serious that she was there for whatever he might want. Seeing her bent forward in front of the oven, her ass pointed right at him, made him bite back a groan of appreciation at how perfect every part of Emiko seemed to be.

He kept vacuuming, using the noise to mask exactly where he was. He came around the counter from the living room into the dining room, and into the kitchen where he knelt behind her. Without a word, his hands slid over her still marred ass and held her in place as he leaned forward, and buried his face between her legs, his mouth pressed to her mound from behind.

His face buried in her was an unexpected pleasure, and her knees almost buckled. Only her training to expect the unexpected kept her upright.

Greedily, he lapped at it, months of waiting turning him rapacious with lust. He felt her move slightly as if to stand up. He yanked his mouth back and looked up at her turning head.

"Don't stop... whatever happens, you will finish what I asked, understand?"

"Hai...yes sir...as you command" she reached for the sponge and began to slowly wipe the residue from the oven.

Jon smiled as she went back to work. She had been trained well. He gripped her ass cheeks harder, and pulled them apart as he dove back in, and plunged his tongue in deeper, loving the taste of her sex already. His nose teasing her ass as he pressed his mouth tighter to her pussy. His tongue moved like it had a life of its as he explored inside her.

A groan rumbled up through him, and then through her as his tongue vibrated. As she moved for her work, he moved with her slowly, making sure to keep the seal. His hands kept hold of her ass firmly, aggravating the redness from their earlier play. "Mmmmm, Emiko..." he sighed, taking a breath before resuming.

"Is Master pleased by my aroma and flavor", she asked sighing in pleasure as he latched onto her moist sex.

"Very much, slut... Don't forget the counters," he growled before continuing. When she moved to the counters, Jon stood up behind her, and abruptly pushed her shoulders forward so her chest was laying on the counter-top. "Don't stop..." he reminded her as he pushed his cock deep inside her dewy pussy.

A long deep throaty groan rumbled up through him as he felt her squeezing down all along his shaft. As he pressed against her hips, once again, his hand came down hard on her still sore ass. "Don't stop..." he groaned as he started to pump his hips, slowly at first before drawing his whole length in, and out of her.

Repositioning her body so she was laying chest-down on top of the counter, Jon continued, enraptured with how good sex with Emiko felt. His long solitude had kept him from feeling something like this, and it was so good to be with a woman again. For a moment, he forgot why Emiko was here, and just enjoyed what was happening for what it was. That moment passed, and Jon turned back into Master.

Emiko had stopped wiping the counter because the pain of the sharp edge of the counter being rammed into her over, and over as Master had driven his cock into her had become unbearable. She was trying to prevent an injury by using her hands to take some of the pressure off her torso.

"I said don't stop,' he growled as his hand came down on the other cheek. Emiko must have been getting into it as well as she had stopped wiping down the counters for a moment.

When Master corrected her, she knew she was wrong, and there was no excuse for her to have been disobedient. Quickly she released her hold on the counter and began cleaning it again, hoping Master didn't feel the need to punish her further for her disobedience.

Suddenly, Jon felt himself cumming. It came on so fast, and hard that he was unprepared, and didn't say anything. Instinctively, he grabbed on to Emiko and held himself in deep. Finally, his moan broke through his clenched throat, and it filled the kitchen. He lay against her back for a second, kissing her skin when he reacted strangely. He backed away, looking down at her before walking out of the kitchen, and going to sit down in the living room. He didn't call for her; he just sat down and seemed to be deep in thought, staring at the floor.

Emiko having received no other instructions, continued to clean the counter, determined not to let Master down again. Long after it was as clean as it was going to get, she continued to clean it wondering where Master had gone.

It was more than a few minutes before Jon snapped out of it. He got up to see what Emiko was doing and bit his lip a little as he saw she was still scrubbing the same place she had been before he had sneaked up on her. He calmly walked over and put his hand on hers.

"Stop," he said softly and took her hand. Leading her to the living room, he sat down and gestured for her to sit on the couch near him.

"I want to apologize for how I treated you just now. I didn't mean to just use you like that. I'm sorry if you felt I was treating as somehow 'less than'," he said, trying to see if she understood. She might have been trained to just take, and take, but that's not what he was after.

"Master did not use this one," she replied softly. "Master had a need, and this one was honored to help him take care of that need. In turn, Master brought this one great pleasure." Tentatively. she reached out, and took his hand, and kissed it. Not sure why he was so remorseful for something she wanted as much as he did.

"But ultimately, you're here because someone paid for you to be here. While I enjoy playing with those that give themselves up to me, the reason you came doesn't feel right. It feels compelled, rather than given." He said, slipping his fingers so the interweave with hers.

"Is it truly that much different than buying a meal, and movie tickets on a date, before trying to take a woman home, if she agrees. At least with me, there is no doubt of what will happen, and there is no need to try, and figure out what to wear, what to do, what to say, to possibly achieve your conquest. Besides if you pick a woman at random, how do you know she will enjoy the same proclivities, fetishes, and kinks as you. By stating upfront what you want, you are sure to get one who will enjoy what you enjoy, and won't resent you, or go crazy stalker just because you had sex one time."

She pulls him closer to her. "There is no shame in this. If for any reason I didn't want to be here, to be with you. I am allowed to leave. I choose to stay, to be with you. To let you be in control, and to submit to you. Now Master, what shall we do?"

As she pulled him close, he slid from his chair to kneel between her legs before her on the couch. He didn't realize it, but his hands had quite naturally slid around her waist and pulled her body to his. It just felt so good to hold a woman again. He didn't want to admit it, but he missed something so simple. As much fun as everything had been to this point, and how Emiko had made him feel, this was what he needed. The touch of someone else's skin on his, the feel of her breath against his face. It brought so many memories of his ex that he felt himself go weak for a moment. All his masks slipped for the blink of an eye, but he just grabbed onto Emiko's petite frame a little tighter and kept it together.

"Can we just do this for a little while?" he whispered against her shoulder. He didn't realize how badly his last break-up had affected him or how obvious it must be to everyone who knew him until he could nothing more than hold onto this woman he'd never met before.

Emiko sat there quietly letting him hold her. One hand rested lightly on his naked back, enjoying the feel of his muscles, her other hand played with his hair, and caressed his head. 'His brother wasn't exaggerating when he said that he needed to be brought out of his depression from his last break up,' she thought. Leaning down she kissed the top of his head gently lay her head on his, just letting him know she was there for him however he needed her.

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Ch. 02 Statue-esque

After a few quiet minutes, Jon finally, leaned back and looked into her eyes. "I think I've been cooped up in this house for a little too long. Does the world outside still work pretty much the same?" he joked. "I'd much like to take you out," he added. From the state of things in his place, it looked like he hadn't left for anything other than work, and groceries lately.

"The world outside is...as it ever was." She replied, "I am limited in what I can wear as I only have the clothes I brought with me, she reminds him."

"Ah, yes, of course..." he said, suddenly feeling stupid for forgetting that. "Then we'll have to correct that then before we go where I have in mind." He said, leaning in, and kissing her porcelain-like skin. As he leaned to kiss her skin, he saw under her hanging hair a tattoo. He hadn't noticed it even in the kitchen given how her hair fell. "Just a moment, could you scoot forward a bit?" He didn't wait, he slid in behind her on the couch, and pulled the hair up. "My brother knows my tastes well. I didn't even see this before now..." Jon lightly ran his fingers around the chrysanthemum with surrounding characters that were tucked so expertly out of sight even though she was naked.

"I was wondering when Master would notice," she says smiling at him. "Should I dress now or wait until I have suitable attire?" She asks as he stares at her tattoo.

Jon ran his fingers over the tattoo one more time before letting her go. "I don't know if they would fit you, but if you go to the other closet in the Master bedroom, you should find a selection of outfits and costumes that I had purchased for my last slut. I was able to keep them as I had purchased them for her; they are all things that I like, and will allow you to blend in out in the world." Everything that happened at home was a hidden fact from the "normal" parts of the world. The outfits, dresses, and costumes he had acquired were elegant but subtly sexy; easily removable, and loose enough to hide toys like nipple clamps, and slim vibrators under the fabric.

"If Master might give this one a hint of to the type of outfit that would be appropriate, it would help this one choose something that would not cause Master any embarrassment."

"Any of the dresses will do. I trust you to pick one that you think the Master will prefer." Once again, he emphasized the word "trust" as he said it. He talked about trust early on after arrival, and it was more, and more apparent that was what his play was about more than obedience or pain.

Emiko went into e Masters bedroom and opened the closet. She saw many wonderful, and beautiful dresses, and sexy costumes. She could have spent weeks looking at everything. There was silk, and leather, and lace, and satin, and the list went on.

Then she saw it. That had to be the one he wanted her to wear. Picking up the dress she carried it into the bathroom. Quickly washing at the sink, she pulled the dress on over her head and was pleased to find it was an almost perfect fit.

Going back into the closet, she found a pair of heels that matched the dress and pulled them on. They were a size too big, but she could make them work.

Returning to the living room she stood there dressed, and asked: "Does this meet with Master's approval?"

Jon smiled wider than she had seen since she arrived when she walked out wearing the dress in question. His ex had worn it a few times but it was too tight in the chest for her. On Emiko, it fit perfectly, and she looked so beautiful too. "Very good. I hoped you'd understand when you saw it.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to do the same." He got up, and walked past Emiko, but stopped as if a thought occurred to him. "You saw how I opened the different toy compartments in the bedroom, yes? I want you to select two toys and put them to use. Do not tell me what you've chosen, do you understand?"

"Hai...yes Master." She went into the bedroom and opened the hiding places. Deciding to use the first two things she grabbed, she closed her eyes and reached in. Grabbing something with her left hand, then with her right. Opening her eyes she looked at the toys in her hands. Deciding the best way to do this was to do it. She went into the bathroom and took off the dress so it didn't get stained or wrinkled. Doing what she needed to, even though it was a bit of a struggle the first item was set in place. Picking up the second one, she attached it to her body. Once it was secure, she put the dress back on and went back to the living room to await her Master.

Jon narrowed his eyes, tilting his chin slightly as she walked back out. "Hmmmm..." he said, bringing up a finger to his chin. He tried to figure out what she had chosen, but couldn't tell. The dress did as he had hoped, and hid everything perfectly. "Very good. Wait here while I prepare for us to leave the house." He said as he went to the bedroom, and found an outfit. Taking it into the bathroom off the bedroom, he cleaned up and dressed.

When he walked out, he was wearing a tailored suit with a crisply ironed shirt. He smiled and offered Emiko his arm before turning for the garage. "You look truly beautiful in that, slut," he said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Master," she said as she put her hand gently on his offered arm, and let him lead her to his car.

Jon slipped into a simple looking car. Not ostentatious, it was a fuel-efficient vehicle: yet another thing that looks like it is meant to blend in. He pulled out of the garage and drove into the city. As he drove he held his hand palm-side up. "Panties please if you put any on," he said simply.

Without a word she pulled the dress up to her waist to show she wasn't wearing any. "Master did not tell me to put any on, only a dress. As always I obeyed."

Jon smiled even wider as she revealed herself to him. "You've been trained well, slut. good." He said taking the wheel again. He also filed away what he did not see under the dress: he saw no visible toy. He drove without much more conversation; his focus was on the road as they drove.

When they arrived downtown near the art district, he found a garage and parked. Jon led his new arm candy toward one of the older buildings in town, where the art museum could be found. Stopping before the doors, he turned to Emiko again. "No one must suspect what is happening to your body when we are inside, and our play must never be discovered. Understood?" He asked, reaching up, and brushing the back of his hand across her pert breasts through the silky dress. It was so quick and so subtle that no one must have seen what he did.

"As you wish Master," Emiko says, delighting the subtle grazing touch.

Seeing her lack of reaction, Jon was quite surprised. He would have expected a shiver or a twitch in her face, but lack of anything was curious, to say the least. He calmly took her arm in his and walked with her into the late-night event going on at the museum. Jon had seen it on the calendar weeks ago and was glad he had a reason to go now.

For the first 20 or 30 minutes, they took in the sights of the museum. It seemed Jon was interested in seeing the art pieces, even stopping to talk with Emiko about a few of them. Eventually, after a little bit of champagne, she could feel his hand sliding down the back of her dress. His eyes were on the piece before them, but his fingers edged the back of her dress up enough for them to slide against her crotch from behind. It was a teasing touch, and a few strokes, but then they were gone.