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For the next few minutes Joe and Jessa canoodled, basking in each other's gaze as their hands roamed freely over each other. Joe suddenly reared back and said, "Jessa my love, this is the proximity key to my apartment. Over the next few days I want you to move your things into my apartment and from now on, you will live with your Master." Joe kissed her and hung a chain with a little, diamond shaped piece of plastic dangling from the end around her neck. Jessa's eyes grew big as saucers, and her mouth fell open in surprise. Joe could tell from the look in her eyes, that this was a big deal and a huge step for Jessa.
Having her live with him, the fact that he loved her, and that he will care for her was a huge step. He let her completely into his heart, and Joe could see her eyes starting to water again as her feelings began to overwhelm her. Having her move in with him was almost a bigger deal for Jessa than the Master sub relationship that they had just talked about.
Joe wasn't through, and after she got over her shock he said, "I have one more present for you, my love." Joe pulled out a pair of Ben-Wa-Balls from a bag he was carrying and inserted one then the other into her still dripping pussy. With his fingers, he moved them around making sure they hovered near her G-Spot.
He looked back into her eyes and this time saw some lust and passion lurking there as he asked, "Do you know what these are, my love?" Jessa nodded her head up and down slowly with her eyes never leaving his. He asked again, "Do you know what they'll do to you?"
Her head nodded up and down again very slowly as his finger still moved the balls inside her. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she gasped and said, "Yes Master, they will drive me crazy with lust for my Master."
Joe pulled his fingers out of her and held her tightly in his arms. With his free hand he turned her face, so he could look directly into her eyes and said, "Jessa, we've taken a very big step here today. I will begin to treat you as my submissive and cherished slave from now on. However, every two weeks I want you to reaffirm that you still want this. Should you decide this kind of relationship is not for you; I will release you from your promise. Likewise, if you choose to stay with me and continue as my submissive after a month; you will be mine. You will be my property forever."
She looked at him with those incredible, adoring, and loving eyes and said, "Joe, my love, my Master, this is something I have wanted all my life. Until now, I have never found anyone that I could trust with my heart and body. I've always known this is the life I've wanted, and if you want me, I will be yours forever."
Joe nodded his head in understanding and again gently kissed her lips. "As we go forward there will be rules broken and punishment given, but you are my special gift, and I will never damage you, only cherish you. There's only one rule for now, you may not cum until I give you permission. That also means that whatever those Ben-Wa-Balls do to you today, you cannot cum till I give you permission."
She gave him a look filled with equal parts lust, yearning, and excitement as she said, "Yes, my devious Master. You knew today was chorus line practice, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did my sexy slave."
Even though Jessa was not a part of the chorus line, anyone who has dancer in their job description is required to attend chorus line practice. The idea is that if there are any chorus line girls who cannot be there for the chorus line, there will always be available dancers. The practice was really more about keeping the dancers flexible with all kinds of stretching and calisthenics. However, the major component was jumps and leaps to help maintain strength and flexibility.
The actual chorus line changed all the time, and there were two, different chorus lines going at any one time in the entertainment complex. Most of the dancers were used to adjusting their elegant moves to the whims of the choreographer. Many required continual practice anytime their feet left the ground. The practice was held in a large auditorium, and Joe snuck in the back of the darkened auditorium to see how his pet did.
The chorus line practice had been going on for about 15 minutes when he got there. During that time, they had just been warming up. They had obviously been doing some calisthenics, stretching, and other warm up exercises. Even from the back of the theater, he could tell Jessa was going to have a hard time this afternoon. He could see her standing in the second row. She was breathing hard with sweat shining on her skin. For a normal person, that would not have been an issue, but Jessa who is used to multi-hour workouts shouldn't even be breathing hard.
Joe sat down and watched as they went through their various routines. Jessa had the look of intense concentration on her face, and if you looked closely, you could see tremors in her legs and belly every once in a while. He doubted if anyone else actually saw anything until the last few routines. These were the tumbling moves that everyone was required to participate in, and they typically consisted of front or back flips, cartwheels, or maybe even some simple handsprings. Joe had watched Jessa do these moves countless times and knew she could do them in her sleep.
Jessa had known she was going to be in trouble the minute she left the "The Slut Hut". Just walking to the auditorium for practice had her body tingling, and each step reminded her of John's cock thrusting deep inside her. She knew the practice would ultimately drive her insane, and even the warm-up exercises had her verging on a massive orgasm.
As the exercises went on, Jessa was more and more aroused. She found it difficult to concentrate on the dance moves. The balls inside her took her mind into an erotic place where she could only think of Joe making love to her. She faltered on even the simplest of dance steps and was chastised by the choreographer. However, despite her attempts to regain her mental focus, the thought of Joe and the constant stimulation always bubbled to the surface.
Jessa muddled her way through the beginning exercises and some of the small, dance routines. When they got into the more difficult tumbling and dance steps, Jessa knew she would be in real trouble. She tried to stand perfectly still, so those damned balls would let her be, but she couldn't shake her thoughts of Joe making love to her.
When Jessa's turn came, she did a front flip. When she landed, she let out a large moan as her legs quivered and collapsed. She lay on the stage curled into a ball, and Joe could tell that it was those evil Ben-Wa-Balls wreaking havoc inside her. Joe could see her quivering with an intense look of concentration on her face. He had seen that look the night before as she tried to control the fiery passion inside her body. Several people rushed over to see if she was okay. Joe heard her tell them that she had just landed wrong, and she would be fine.
She finally got back on her trembling legs and went to the back of the line trying to recover. Joe could see Jessa rubbing her legs and pressing against her tummy, trying to still some of the tremors. When her time came, she had to do a handspring. Just like before when she landed, her legs collapsed. This time Jessa's whole body was visibly shaking, and many of the other dancers became concerned. Several of the other dancers helped Jessa off the stage on her wobbly, shaky legs.
They set her in a chair in the front row of the theater. Joe watched attentively as Jessa's tremors slowly faded, and she regained control over her body. Joe realized he had just interfered with her job, and that he had probably pushed things just a little bit too far. At that point, he decided that they should probably limit their play until after work hours and not interfere with each other's jobs.
Chapter 10
He left his office for the day with his mind still trying to come up with explanations about the sewage systems. He made a mental note to swing by several of the kitchen preparation areas to make sure they were not dumping waste directly into the sewage system. The more he thought about it, the more he knew the only way he could find out what's happening is to turn loose the "Sewer Rats" on the problem. They seemed to be his best investigative arm and could always find problems in the system.
His mind was still mulling over the problems as he opened the door to his apartment. However, the sight in front of him shocked him from his reverie and paralyzed him in mid step. Jessa was kneeling naked in front of the door in a slave presentation position, and suddenly all of his daily problems were gone. His heart stopped for a second then pounded in his chest with the affection and adoration he felt for this woman.
There are several variations of the slave presentation position. The one Jessa had chosen was her kneeling with her butt on her feet. Her back slightly arched to present her breasts, with her arms clasped tightly behind her back at each elbow. Her long hair was hanging in a Godiva like swarm around her breasts. Her face had a hopeful and expectant expression while her eyes were downcast looking at the floor.
Joe was awestruck with the sight in front of him. All at once she was very sexy and seductive, while being submissive and offering herself to him. After the chorus line practice, she had come directly to Joe's apartment to prepare herself and practice how to offer herself to her new master. As Joe entered the doorway, his steps halted, and a faint smile fluttered across Jessa's lips. His quick gasp and frozen position, told her she had done well.
Joe finished walking in, closed the door, and slowly walked around Jessa taking in this incredible sight. Suddenly he was in an unknown area. As a geek engineer the sight of a spectacularly nude Jessa displayed in front of him was a fantasy beyond his imagination. His mind was totally blown, his stomach knotted and he began to sweat all over. This was pivotable in their relationship and he needed to react correctly or he could blow this fantasy.
He knew as a new master, he needed to assert his control, but he really wanted to just take her and ravish her. He knew he had to maintain control, so he slowly walked around Jessa touching her hair softly while trying to slow his trembling hands and pounding heart as he regained control. She was his and he needed to treat her as his possession.
Jessa had spent almost the entire day in various forms of aroused excitement. The chorus line practice had almost been her undoing. She had fought off three separate orgasms. By the time the practice finished, her whole body was throbbing with need. Her preparation for the slave presentation position had not helped matters at all. By the time she actually got into position, she had been teetering on the edge of an orgasm most of the day.
When Joe walked in the door, her already inflamed and turgid nipples ached and throbbed even more in his presence. Her belly trembled as she tried to hold her position, while her already drenched and swollen, womanly folds pulsed with desire. As Joe slowly walked around her lightly touching her hair, her body twitched in erotic anguish. She felt passionate heat suffusing through her, but she held her position while she desperately wanted Joe to just take her on the floor.
Joe finally knelt in front of her, gently caressing her face with one hand while the other moved her luxurious hair to the outsides of her breasts. Joe saw her breathing quicken as he completely bared her breasts, and her nipples hardened even more as though they were pleading for his attention. With her hair to the sides of her breasts, her presentation was complete. Joe gently caressed her breasts. He gave each nipple a little pinch with her breath stuttering just before she whimpered a little moan.
Joe continued toying with her nipples as her mouth fell open gasping for breath, but she never wavered from her position. He watched her trying to control the rampant desire that was currently blistering her body. He slid his hand down her flat, trembling belly and ran a finger through her dripping, pussy lips. For a second her belly clinched, and she almost came out of her position, but then she caught herself while another desperate moan escaped her lips.
Joe put his finger under her chin and lifted her face, so he could look into her eyes. He was amazed at the depth of feeling he could see in those soft, adoring, luminous eyes. He could see a full range of emotions from devotion to lust and fear of rejection. Her eyes told him that she wanted this desperately, but she was so afraid that she would do something wrong, and he would reject her. Joe knew it was his job to encourage her and let her know that he cared her just as much as she cared for him.
He bent and gave her a soft, emotional kiss before he said, "Oh Jessa, my gorgeous slave girl, you make my heart sing, and you make me the happiest person in the world. I didn't expect this. Once again you have exceeded my expectations. You make my heart pound in my chest with love for you."
Joe sat on the floor and pulled Jessa into his lap, crushing her with a loving hug. His hands caressed her silky skin as he kissed her lips. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as she began to cry. They were tears of joy and relief, but with his arms wrapped tightly around her, she knew everything was going to be okay.
"Oh Master, I was so scared that I was going to do something wrong. I wanted to please you, surprise you, and make you proud of me. Joe, I never want you to be disappointed in me!"
Joe kissed over her face, nibbled her neck, and kissed up to her ear as he responded, "That will never happen my baby. I could never be disappointed in you, not really. You have brought light and love to the empty shell that was my heart. Baby, we will both make mistakes along the way, but as long as we love and trust each other completely, we will get through any problems. Seeing you there in a slave presentation position made me realize what an incredibly lucky person I really am."
He pulled her face off his shoulder so that he could look into her green, watery eyes and added, "Jessa, you are my perfect woman. I have no doubt you will be my perfect, slave. I have this deep ache in my chest every time I look at you, and I know that you belong to me in every way possible. I want you to remember one thing. As your master I will always love you, cherish you, take care of you, and protect you. You are mine, you will always be mine. I will always treasure this gift that you have given me."
As Jessa looked at him with adoration glowing on her face, tears of joy trickled down her cheek. "Joe, you are my master. I've never felt anything remotely like this. I love you so deeply and so completely that I will do anything to please you. However, it scares me. I'm so afraid that I will do something wrong, and it will all be taken away. I'm so scared I'll push you away, lose you, and you won't love me anymore."
Joe knew he was scared as well, and he thought most of this was because they both doubted themselves. He had felt love before, but never like this. From what she said, she was in the same boat. However, both of them were recently divorced and had married someone that they didn't love like this. It felt scary to feel this way, especially after having already messed up with someone else.
"My baby, that's the beauty of the Dom/Sub relationship. All the decisions are mine, and all you have to do is obey without hesitation or questioning. Then if something goes wrong, it's all my fault not yours. Don't you worry sweetheart. You have the perfect heart and mind all wrapped up in that perfect body. You are my perfect woman. No matter what happens, you will always be my perfect woman. I will never let you go."
They stayed sitting on the floor clinging tightly to each other, kissing, caressing, and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Joe eventually had some food delivered, and after they finished the food, he finally removed the Ben-Wa-Balls from her quim. He took her to the bed and tied her spread eagle using some leather cuffs he had purchased. He spent the next two hours teasing, playing, and building her passion into another epic series of orgasms.
Jessa finally understood why orgasm is called "a little death". There were several times she swore she was cumming so hard her heart would stop. No one had ever taken this time with her or truly brought out all the passion and desire that lurked within her. She always felt the unresolved desire inside her when she danced, but no one had ever been able to bring it out or satisfy her ... until now. For the first time in her life, her heart, mind, and body were all satisfied.
Joe felt the same. As he teased and tormented Jessa taking her to the brink of passionate sanity, he had never felt the kind of desire she created inside him. It was the desire to love, control, and possess her in every way possible. He loved the way she responded to him, when she shattered into body consuming orgasms. It made him feel omnipotent, powerful, and almost godlike. He felt like with her love, he could do anything. She made him feel stronger than he felt. He knew he was very deeply in love with this woman, and he could never be without her.
Once again, they finally fell asleep with Jessa cocooned in Joe's arms. Just like the previous night, she woke him in the middle of the night with one of her incredible blow jobs. This time she inspired him, and he kept her cumming continuously until she fainted in his arms. This was a first for both of them. Neither of them had ever had that happen before.
In the morning when Joe woke up, Jessa had her head on his chest watching him. She had made a little nest in his chest hair, nuzzling and letting all the hair tickle her face. He pulled his hand over her and stroked her head, and just like a kitten she purred as he stroked her hair. She rubbed her face in his chest hair making a little nest as she preened under his attention. Joe had finally had enough and pulled her up his chest giving her a deep, passionate kiss then ask what she was looking at.
She burrowed into his neck whispering, "I was looking at the master that has totally changed my life. I'm so deliriously happy and so much in love with you that it sometimes feels like I'm in a dream. Real life was never this good before. Joe, my Master, I only know of one way to love, and that's to give everything that I am and never hold back. In the past that has gotten me hurt, so I'm scared, but everything with you is different and everything seems right. While I'm a little scared, I know without a doubt this is where I want to be."
Jessa lifted her head to look into Joe's eyes to see if he understood what she was saying, and she could tell he did. She laid her head back on his chest and continued, "Part of me wants to hold back, to keep from being hurt again. I know if I do, it will guarantee that I will be hurt again. So my Master, your slave needs you to do her a favor. I need you to bind me, display me, and completely dominate me. If you don't, I'll keep thinking about all bad things that could happen. I know if I do start to think that way, I will start to hold back. I need your help, because I want this. I want this more than anything in my life. I need you my love, pushing me, controlling me, and dominating my life."
Joe could see in her eyes that she desperately wanted everything she was saying. He could see the love in her eyes and, the deep devotion she had for him. However, he also saw the fear, and deep inside he knew he needed to be the master she required. The day before he had written up some rules, and he felt like now was the time to go over them.
