The Audition Ch. 05

"Here we go, young lady.. it's your final test. Work your way off that stool and come stand in front of me."

Ken watched Sara's butt forward slide over the sand paper as her feet pushed the stool backward a few inches. She grimaced from the stinging sensation and then from the ache in her upper thighs from being immobile in such an odd position for so long. She was still cute, though, as she tried to fix her hair which really was a curly mess while mouthing the words she was told to memorize. Finally she faced him at least as much as a woman a full foot shorter than her mate could face him. Battered and bruised, she stood proudly and he admired such strength of will that could bring her through an ordeal like the one she'd just endured and not desert her. Ken was confident she'd make it through the last piece and not fail. He turned her body one hundred eighty degrees so she faced away from him but pulled her close against his frame.

"When I say "now" I want you to recite the words. One... two...three.." Simultaneously, Ken voiced the word "now" and dug his thumb into the little black and now blue circle on Sara's leg. He held her tight with his free arm and felt the tremble throughout her body.

Sara couldn't believe it. She'd been so close to freedom and now the pain was consuming her again. She wanted to scream but there was only one path to take for escape. She sucked breath in to fill her lungs and then with shaking, quick words she said what they both needed to hear.

"My place is at my Master's feet. I am here because I choose to be and I am forever grateful that he accepts and loves me as I am."

It had been fast but it was also right. Ken pulled his hand away from Sara's leg immediately and turned her into a tight hold to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and then each of her tear filled eyes. Finally his mouth locked onto hers and their kiss was full and breathtaking with neither of them wanting to end it.

He pulled away first but only to tell her he loved her and he was so proud of her. The punishment was over and all was forgiven. He would continue to use training to help mold his girl into the best she could be but hurt feelings or anger was never a part of it. They would both sleep peacefully tonight knowing their relationship was one of mutual love, respect and support.

Ken growled into Sara's ear, "Come on, my precious little slut, your Master can't wait anymore. I need to feel my cock deep in your tight little cunt."

Taking her by the hand, Ken led his wife back to the spanking bench and laid her body over it once again. The bench made a perfect platform for mounting its occupant from behind and Ken had been envisioning this moment since he'd set it up two days ago. He wasted no time undressing but merely opened his jeans and slipped them past his hips. A fully erect seven inches emerged ready and more than willing to fill the space between Sara's legs. Grabbing on to her hips, Ken lifted Sara's ass to gain full access to the softer hole which was glistening with her juices already. He positioned his cock at its entrance, held tight to her hips, and dug himself in up to his balls.

A long, deep moan escaped Sara's lips and she pushed back onto her husband's cock. She loved the feel of him so deep inside of her body. The events of the evening flooded her mind in images like stills in a silent movie and they made her hotter than ever. Beyond the pain and the guilt and the learning, Sara needed the heavy hand of a Master as much as she needed air. Tonight she'd gotten more than she'd had in years and she'd been dripping wet through it all. Tonight she'd seen the power her husband and Master possessed and that power was an aphrodisiac greater than any other could ever become.

The couple pumped in unison, reading each other's movements from years of experience and heightened senses brought on from the night's events. Neither of them cared who might hear them through the walls or who might see them through the window. They only had thoughts of each other and of their own carnal needs. They cried out at the same moment as his cum flooded her orgasming pussy. His cock pressed deep and tight into the continuous flood of contractions surrounding it.

Finally, both of them exhausted, Ken pulled away from his wife only to lift her from the bench and lay with her on the cold cement flooring of the room. He hugged her naked, sweaty body and kept her over him with her face nestled into the opening of his shirt. Her lips were gently kissing his chest.

Voice soft and loving, Ken practically cooed at her, "You are beyond doubt the finest, most beautiful, and hottest sex slave this Master could ever hope to have... in one lifetime or in a thousand."

Sara purred liked a contented kitten. "..mmmm.. and you are the finest Master on the planet."

Their mutual admiration was interrupted by the sounds of rumbling coming not from an impending storm but from the more familiar depths of Ken's stomach. Sara giggled at the less than "domly" sound.

"You find my intense hunger amusing, missy?" Ken's mock sternness made her giggle even more but she quickly responded.

"Oh, no, Sir. I would never even think of laughing at one so strong and powerful as you." At that point they both exploded with laughter until Sara attempted to pull up her husband's shirt and plant a wet and tickling raspberry on his stomach.

He stopped her with a quick hold on both her wrists. "No no no, little slave. I think instead you need to go do your duty to your Master and make him a meal fit for the king that he is. And just to be nice I'm going to let you stand and walk to the kitchen instead of crawling. I've got a few things to do in here but I'll be in shortly. Do you think dinner can be ready in an hour?"

"Yes, Sir, it definitely can. And I hope it will please my Master to know he'll be having ribeye steaks with baked potato and cheesecake for dessert."

"It'll do, slave, it'll do." He smiled at his little joke, landed one hard smack of his hand against her red butt and told her to get moving. He watched as she jumped up laughing while also holding her spanked ass and tossing out the occasional "ouch" as she quickly dashed out the door heading for the cover of her kitchen.

Sara wasted no time and was thankful she'd been marinating the steaks all afternoon. With only an hour before serving she tossed the washed potatoes covered with damp paper towels into the microwave for a few minutes while heating the oven. It was his favorite meal and though it always seemed she'd slaved to make it perfect, the preparation was really quite simple. Potatoes went from the microwave to a foil cocoon in the oven. A large bowl of Caesar salad was chilling alongside a nice merlot for the steaks and reisling for dessert. The steaks were sitting in their little baggy of sauces and herbs on the counter warming to room temperature which seemed to produce the best taste. The table was set. And Sara now had nothing to do but wait for another fifteen minutes to cook them.

Peeking out the window in the kitchen door, she tried to see what her husband was still doing in the garage but was unsuccessful. She wandered if he'd sat down in the recliner to rest and had fallen asleep after his exhaustive activities with her. The thought made her rub her behind feeling the slight rise of belt welts and wincing every so often as she'd make contact with a particularly sensitive area. She also looked down to the black marker on her leg wincing then just at the sight of the dark bruising. Truthfully it had been a grueling punishment. She'd felt pain from her Master's hand like she hadn't felt since they'd first began experimenting with power exchange. She'd actually sobbed on that spanking bench.

Touching first the slightly puffy area around her eyes and cheeks and then running her fingers through her hair, Sara decided she must look like a wreck. Checking the clock and seeing she had another ten minutes before putting the steaks on she decided to go to the bathroom and put her hair and make-up back in order before dinner. One last glance toward the quiet garage and she headed to the back of the house.

Ken finished the last sentence of the chapter and closed the book. He was a huge fan of F Scott Fitzgerald and had read the Great Gatsby a hundred times much to the amusement of his wife who considered it to be nonsensical fluff for such an imposing male figure such as himself... her words... not his. Either way he enjoyed the writing style and the images it brought forth though he always believed that if it had been him playing Gatsby then the beautifully conniving Daisy would have spent a time or two over his knee thus giving her a whole new appreciation of who was boss and who was not. And that mental picture turned his mind to another willful girl who'd spent a good deal of time under his hand today.

After releasing Sara to the house, Ken had gotten his own clothing straightened out, put things back in their proper places, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to read thinking his wife might need a few minutes alone after all he'd put her through. Now he saw it had been almost an hour and dinner should be about ready so he tucked Gatsby back in the bookcase, turned off the lights, and went back into the house. Master and husband were a little surprised to find the brightly lit kitchen all set for dinner but absent the loving and obedient slave who was supposed to be standing here naked and waiting to greet him. He could smell the potatoes and saw the uncooked steaks on the counter top. Looking over the bar he saw plates and silverware on the table but also no clue of an ass that had been freshly whipped. His little Daisy had apparently taken flight but this time Gatsby was going to find her and do what came naturally to a true alpha male. He smiled and started his search.