Sergeant Sebastian

"Sorry, no."

"Do you mind if I get some?"

"No, not at all," he said. After paying for everything, they headed to his place.

Half an hour later, they were seated on his couch. His left hand held her left breast and she could feel his physical strength holding her in place. She felt his roaming hand caressing the skin of her right arm. All she wanted to do was remain in his strong arms. During the course of the movie, their bodies, shifted and remolded themselves. His couch had a footrest for both people who sat there.

The movie was half over when he finished unbuttoning her blouse. He could now see her voluptuous breasts which overflowed the bra cups. His fingers worked their way under the sheer lace of the bra to stimulate her nipples. He could see them hardening under the lacy covering. He listened to her moan at his every touch.

He watched how her hips wiggled and legs pressed together with his light playing. He was pleased at her easy sexual submission to his touch. In a very seductive manner, he maneuvered her into putting her head in his lap.

Laying in his lap with her face looking at him, she reached up to caress his face and cupped her hand around the back of his neck. She wanted to pull him down to her lips. She met some resistance and felt her upper body moving up to meet his lips. His one arm moved into a position to support her head and neck, while his other arm moved to support her upper back under the blouse.

Their lips met for a kiss that was deep and passionate. At the same time, his tongue demanded entrance past her lips and teeth. Their tongues played together. Moans of delight and pleasure could be heard from both of them. If there were someone else in the house, their combined moans would have gotten that person horny.

As the kiss came to an end, he opened his eyes to see her legs pressing together again. He realized she had a great deal of sexual passion pent up inside her.

She rested her head against his firm chest and could hear his heart beat. It was a steady strong beat that she enjoyed listening to as his hands caressed her back. Sheronda studied his face and noticed that the gray was not just around his temples as she had thought the first night. She raised her fingers to play in his salt and pepper black hair. She looked up at him and saw how truly dominant he looked at that moment. There was pleasure in his eyes all the while. This was turning her on more then she could ever dream. There was a mature power of dominance that washed over her mind at the way he appeared to her.

He smiled seductively at her as he lowered her head to his lap once again. His hand playfully danced its way down to her waistband before his fingers disappeared under her skirt. Her moans became louder with his fingers inching further downward making her legs close even tighter with her wiggling under his touch.

"Relax . . . Open up," was his only command as his fingers made their way to her very sensitive, wet lips. He felt the pressure let up as he watched her legs spread apart a little. "Good Girl," he rewarded her.

His fingers went past the folds of her outer lips to touch her clit. The reaction to this was her writhing under his playing. He enjoyed her large sexy body going crazy at his touch. The sound of her moans grew louder and made him harden a little more. "You like this, do you not, my sweet slut?"

"Oh yes . . . Sirrr," she cooed as her legs started to press together again.

He stopped his ministrations as she gave out a moan of complaint. "If you want me to continue, relax your legs and open them up," his strong Master voice was heard as her legs opened again. His fingers fondled her a bit more before he removed his hand out of the skirt. "Get up and take your skirt off."

Sheronda moaned at the lack of his touch but the idea of getting up to strip for him was thrilling. Her legs swung into a position to get off the couch. She pushed the footrest down to stand in front of him. There was a look of pleasure on both their faces.

She slipped her fingers into her waistband, and then began to push the skirt down. Holding the skirt in one hand, one foot at a time she stepped out of it. She looked captivatingly at Sebastian sitting on the couch as she tossed the skirt into his lap.

"Very good . . . now your blouse, my pet."

In a sexy manner, she let her blouse drop to her fingers.

"Fold it this time and put it on the table," he ordered firmly.

She followed his directions and turned her back to him. Her hips and butt wiggled as she bent over. Sheronda stole a look around her hips to see him smiling as he put the footrest down.

"Come and kneel before me," his words were strong and comforting.

She straightened up and turned to kneel in front of him, looking into his arousing blue eyes. She started to reach up to touch him when his hand came down hard on her hands.

"No touching unless I tell you to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He ordered in a no nonsense way.

"Yes . . . Sir . . . I do," was said with a shaky voice. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. She would not touch them because she was unsure if he would discipline her again.

"You will learn what you can and can't do with me. Do you understand?" Neither her tears nor voice made him feel sorry for her error.

"Yes Sir," was said in quick, firmer voice.

"Good," he said as he cupped his large hands around her face to wipe away her tears with his thumbs in a gentle loving touch. "I don't want to hurt you or discipline you, but I will when I see that it's necessary. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," she said with a stronger voice.

"Good sweet slut," his thumbs made glancing passes across her lush lips before his own lips encircled them.

"Oh oh," she moaned into the kiss.

"Do you want to please me?" he asked in a very seductive voice when the kiss ended.

Sheronda looked up in surprise with a smile of delight reaching her tearful eyes. "Yes, Sir," she exclaimed.

"You're a slut, are you not?"

"Yes Sir. Only for you, Sir," she looked down a little embarrassed.

He lifted her chin. "There's no reason to be shy or embarrassed about it. You should be proud you know what you are. Now, this time, answer the question with pride," he instructed. "You're a good slut, are you not?"

"Yes Sir," she said in a proud strong voice while straightening her back.

"Better," he kissed her lips lightly as a reward. "Good, my sweet slut. Now remove your panties."

"Yes Sir," her eyes never left his as her hands moved down to catch the edge of her panties. She pushed them down over the garter belt as far as she could with her face still cupped in his firm hands. She carefully lifted one knee, then the other to get the panties further down her legs. Getting them off her ankles was not easy but she managed to manipulate them down and off. Next thing she did was hand them to Master Sebastian.

"You're a horny slut, aren't you?" He released his hold on her face with his right hand to take the panties. He took hold of them by the very wet crotch.

"Yes Sir," she said with a wicked smile and down-cast eyes.

"Don't give me those baby blues," he said with a chuckle.

"Yes Sir," she replied with a laugh in her voice as she looked up into his sparking dominant blues.

"Do you want to please me further?" he asked holding her chin in his left hand as his right combed through her curly, blonde, shoulder length hair.

"Oh, yes, Sir," she said eagerly.

"Tell me what you expect from me?" He inquired from her.

"What do I expect? I do not understand, Sir," she said a little confused. She had always thought that she did not have a choice in this matter.

"What will you do to please me?"

"I want to learn to please you. I'm still unsure what to do as Master's submissive," Sheronda replied looking at him a bit puzzled.

"I can understand that. I will teach you. What else will you do?" Sebastian asked once again with patience.

"As your submissive, I'll do my best to follow your commands and attend to your needs, Sir," she was still not sure what to say to his question.

"What if I was to share you with another woman?" he finally realized she did not fully understand what he was asking. That was fine with him since it showed how unschooled she truly was in this kind of relationship.

"I'm not sure, Sir," she shakily continued. "But I will try what ever is requested . . . hopefully . . . Master will . . . train me privately before asking me to do such a thing in front of other Masters. I don't have a desire to perform sexually with another woman, Sir." She thought of the times she heard her roommate being punished for not performing correctly in front of Bryon's friends.

"Since you have stated it that way, I will train you privately. I will make sure when and if I share you with your first woman that only I will be to there to watch." He saw slight fear in her eyes. "What about getting all your holes filled at once?"

She swallowed hard moving her head just a little. "I don't . . . know . . . if I can . . . do that." She looked up in his eyes, innocently. "B . . . But . . . I will do my best for . . . you, Sir," her voice trembled.

"Very good my sweet pet, you are being honest. You're not making promises you aren't sure you can fill just to please me, or trying to impress me. You know you will be punished or disciplined when you do disappoint, disobey or embarrass me. Do you understand?"

"Yes . . . yes . . . Sir . . . I hope there will be very little need for that," she said with just a touch of hopefulness in her voice.

"Only you can control how much or often you're disciplined. Right?" he asked in a teasing manner with a wicked smile in his eyes.

"Yes Sir. I understand," she was terrified by that statement.

She was rewarded with a deep passionate kiss. "Now your bra, my pet."

Her hands moved to undo her bra and let it fall off her shoulders.

"Oh yes, they are very lovely," he said with great anticipation of her large breasts.

"Thank you, Sir," Sheronda turned a nice shade of red.

He got out of his chair and stepped over her with his long legs. He left the room to get his toy bag to have a little fun with her. When he returned to the living room, he saw Sheronda still in the same spot. She was now sitting on her heels with her hands in her lap. He also noticed her eyes were closed as she stretched her neck from left to right, and then rolled it around in a full circle. "Problems with your neck, my pet?"

His concerned voice made her jump in surprise. She opened her eyes to see him sitting in front of her once again.

"Yes, Sir, it was injured a couple of years ago in a car accident. The way you held my head made my neck stiffen a little. While you were gone, I took the opportunity to stretch and work out some of the stiffness. I was going to tell you when the time was right."

"Okay, you have been honest thus far, I believe you. You will have to be completely honest with me from here on, my pet." He thought about it for a moment and thought through the events of the evening so far. She had been babying her neck through the course of the evening. He was proud she had not complained about it or stopped him from doing anything to her.

"I'll do my best, Sir," she looked up in his commanding deep blue eyes.

"Tell me what your physical limits are?" he wanted to know as to not harm her in error.

"I need to support my neck when lying down. If I don't I can have trouble with it for a long period of time. Being on all fours is almost impossible. I was once laid face down, with lots of pillows to raise my ass high, but there also were a number of pillows supporting my upper body and neck. Massaging my neck after a spanking helps to relax the muscles. Lastly, I can't have my hands tied above my head or behind my back because it puts too much of the strain on my neck. As for my other limitations, I'm still learning about them," she said with a hint of sadness.

This woman was turning him on, and had since he let her go on the moving violation. * What to do? What to do? * went through his mind briefly. "Then we will have to work on a way around these issues."

"Yes Sir," she said perking up. "YES, Sir . . . I'm sure we will."

"Climb back up here and lay the way you were before," he said patting the couch.

"Yes SIR," she said as she moved up into her position. When she leaned back to put her head in his lap it was met with a pillow for her neck. "Thank you, Sir," was said appreciatively as she placed her ankles on the arm of the couch.

He looked into her questioning eyes and smiled reassuringly at her. His left hand started to caress her large, soft breast. His fingers traced around the areola, circling smaller and smaller. The nipple became hard and stood out as the first nipple clamp was attached.

"AH, that pinches," she exclaimed.

"Shhhhh, it's all right," he comforted her as he loosened up the clamp just a bit. He began playing with the other nipple in the same way, circling and circling. A look of pleasure could be seen on her face. Within a few minutes, her nipples were clamped for the first time and he pulled on the chain. "Nice, very nice."

"I'm glad, Sir," with a painful moan.

"You are willing to learn?" he asked giving her a reassuring smile as a reward.

"Yes, Sir . . . I wish to Sir," she said, the pain a little less apparent in her voice.

"That makes you a very good pet," he rewarded her with soft petting of her hair.

"Thank you, Sir," she smiled broadly.

"You could be a very good pet in time. Yes a very good pet," he said leaning over to kiss her.

"I could, Sir?" she asked with a touch pride, after the kiss ended way too soon for her.

"Yes, with the training I'm going to give. If you want me to train you . . ." he said questioningly.

"OH Yes Sir, I would . . . Will you stop if I say it's too much for my neck?" she needed to know.

"Yes. Until I learn your limits, I will help with any problems we run into," he held reassuring her that he would protect her.

"Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.

The back of his fingers, with a feathery touch, circled around both her breasts. Once in a while, he would toy with her chain. He watched her hands clutch at the cushions with each playful pulling. Her eyes closed tightly for several moments before a small cry of pain left her throat. "Very good Pet, you are doing very well this evening."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm trying," she said calming down little by little.

"You have heard some things from your roommate?"

"Yes, Sir . . . I've heard Sabrina's cries of pain when her Master was disappointed in her performance. Over time, the cries came less often or she held them back until he left the house," she admitted unable to look at him.

"Yes that happens. Bryon is a very different Dom than myself." His hand moved up to caress her cheek.

"Yes, Sir, I can see that. Which I'm pleased about," she said without thinking.

"Are you now?" he asked questioningly.

"Yes Sir, that's easy to see, so far. But I'm sure there will be many things that are the same," she said quietly looking down at her feet.

"Is it now?" That statement showed her naiveté to the Dominant/submissive world.

"Yes. Your whole attitude is different. It's softer and more inviting than his ever has been, from what I could see. His attitude is crude and hard. He just walks into my bedroom anytime he wants. I locked the door once to have a private phone call and he picked up my extension in the dining room. I didn't realize it until I came out of my room and was confronted by him," her voice was being hard edge with this topic.

"Another time, I locked my door when going to work. I knew he had been in my room before but couldn't prove it. One evening when I returned home, I found the lock busted. Plus, when he got home that evening, he banged against my door to get in my room since I had blocked it with a heavy backpack. We had an argument about his invasions." She was pissed off saying this.

"He finally agreed to stop because I threatened to call the cops on him. He backed off at that point. Plus, he agreed to stay out of my room if the door was closed. When the door is open he just walks in or leans against the door jam to see what I'm up to. Or, like this evening, he watched me get dressed. He told me what to wear and when I put on what I wanted, he told me how to wear the outfit I had on. When I didn't do what he wanted me to, he walked out as pissed off as I've ever seen him," she said looking up into Sebastian's eyes.

"Really . . . You don't listen to him?" he asked as his hands roamed her body freely.

"Not really."

"Since he's not your Dom, you wouldn't have to listen," he laughed.

"Kind of, either I don't listen to him or I ignore him like earlier at dinner. I started doing it because of the way he doesn't let me have a full, open relationship with my roommate now that he's part of her life. Last year, when he started to be at the house more, I would ignore him more often. I learned early in their relationship not to take anything out on Bryon for what he did to her. Well, until about three months ago when Sabrina came home with something wrong with her arm. He stayed half the night. When he finally left, I went to check on her and found she had a badly bruised arm. I took her to the emergency room and found out her arm was fractured. Bryon went on a business trip for a couple of weeks. When he returned, I hit him with a restraining order and told him I would use it if Sabrina ever was hurt that badly again." Sheronda said in a very determined manner.

"Since then, he has been trying to find a way to get me at his mercy. Like tonight, he tried to embarrass me at the restaurant. With you, it backfired. I knew he wouldn't try anything major, since Sabrina told me he wouldn't embarrass himself with another Master present."

"I lied to him about what Sabrina had told me. It has kept him at bay for a couple weeks. She told me about several of the Doms she has met, who were nice and not so nice. That was until she was gagged about telling anything more about this life style." Her tone of voice was becoming softer.

"What's on the restraining order?" he questioned her.

"Nothing, a friend in the county court made one up for me. It's the real thing but it's not signed. Sabrina and Bryon don't know that because they've never seen it. I'm not even sure Sabrina knows about it and Bryon never asked to read it." She was telling him everything and she did not understand why. It slowly hit her that this man could betray her to that bastard Bryon.

"For a submissive lady, you have a very strong dominant side. I'm going to have to remember that about you." He laughed heartily about her strong nature.

"I'm sure you will, Sir. I'm sure you remember everything about your ladies," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

He went back to playing with her. His fingers walked down the middle of her chest. His fingers got caught on the chain pulling on her nipples. He pulled it until he heard, "Ouch." His other hand hit her nipple directly over the clamp. "Ouch what?" he asked pulling a littler harder.

"Ouch, Sir," she was rewarded with the chain being released. The pressure eased, but the pain remained.

His fingers continued down to her pussy. They wrapped around her long pubic hairs, pulling on them, with several coming out. He heard a painful moan from her. He liked the fact she was not balking or asking him to stop the painful games.

"You're a rarity, a full bush . . . Curly blonde. It's been a long time since I've seen a full bush like yours." His fingers moved to touch the outer lips, "Oh, nicely shaved here, again a little unusual."

His fingers worked their way into the folds of her wet lips. There, he coated his fingers in her hot juices before bring them up to his lips to taste her. "Sweet," he commented as he bent over to kiss her with her sweet essence on his lips.