Nearly Forbidden: Swim Fan Series, Book One

Chapter One-2

“Yes, Doctor Porter,” she teased him again.

“Well, I think that is enough preliminaries for now, though there will be much more later. Shall we get started with your training, slave?”

“Yes, Master!” she said beaming.

Standing, Peter said, “I know just the thing to wipe that grin off your face, slave.” He resumed his former position in front of Jacki and started to unfasten his belt again. Then he stopped. “You do it, slave,” he commanded.

Jacki reached up and undid the belt and then his pants. She slid his pants and boxers down to his knees. Looking at his very erect p***s, she stared wide-eyed. “You’re huge!” she declared in wonderment. “How big are you?”

“Just under ten inches,” he said, grinning. “Do you like it?”

Peter received his answer as Jacki dove in hungrily and began performing fellatio on him. He let it go on for a minute or so. Then he took a step back, awkwardly because of the clothing around his ankles. She looked up at him quizzically. “Get on your knees, slave.” She rose from the sofa, knelt before him, and resumed her ministrations. He placed his hand on the back of her head and began to bob her mouth on his shaft. Without warning, he released her. He took another step back. He pulled his pants up and closed them, buckling his belt.

From her kneeling position, Jacki looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry, Master. Was I not doing it right?”

“No, you’re a talented little cocksucker, slave. I have other plans for you, though. Get undressed,” he ordered in a flat but forceful tone.

Jacki stood. She was dressed in a tank top, jeans, and sneakers. Peter could see her erect n*****s through the fabric. A wife beater? Ironical under the circumstances, he thought. He didn’t have long to ponder it. She reached down and pulled it off over her head, revealing beautiful breasts with large areolas. Then she lifted first one leg and then the other, removing her shoes and socks. Nice balance, he thought. She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them slowly, alluringly. She wiggled out of her pants and tossed them onto the couch. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them off. Stepping out of them, she deposited them with her jeans. She threw out her arms, inviting him to look.

Peter stood, his arms crossed, admiring her. He smiled. She stood about 5’9” in her bare feet. She had full breasts and shapely hips above a p***y that was shaved clean. As he watched, she folded her arms across her chest. “Don’t ever do that, slave,” he instructed. “And never cross your legs in my presence. Both gestures imply unavailability, and you are always available to me, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” Jacki replied. She took her hands and placed them on her hips. It was not an act of defiance. She just didn’t know what else to do with them.

“How does it feel being naked in front of me with me fully clothed, slave?” he asked.

“Uh…exposed.”

“Good. Do you feel vulnerable?”

“Yes. I mean I am totally exposed to you.”

“Yes, you are, slave. Let me explain how I work as a Dom. I will require you to always be naked when you are with me. You will be constantly available to me for whatever I want. You will be constantly vulnerable to my gaze.” He crossed to her and continued, “To my touch,” he said, running the back of his hand on her breasts. “My taste,” he said, sucking on her left n****e. “And my sex.” He took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. “Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling once more.

Peter did not remove Jacki’s hand from his bulge. “I also will require you to verbalize a lot, repeating what I tell you to say and acknowledging your owned status as a slave.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied trying to act serious.

“Put your arms at your sides and relax.” Jacki did as she was told.

“Let me inspect you, slave,” Peter said. He began to circle her like a leopard sizing up a kill, looking her up and down from every angle. He was close to her. She could feel his breath against her skin. He continued for so long that she could hardly stand it. She ached for his touch. Just when she was about to break down and when he was behind her so she could not see, he placed a hand on each of her buttocks. She almost jumped. “Whose ass is this, slave?” he asked gruffly.

“Yours, Master.”

“Say it, slave,” Peter demanded.

“It’s your ass, Master.”

“Very good, slave.” Coming around in front of her, he took her breasts in his hands. “Whose t**s are these, slave?”

“They’re your t**s, Master.”

“Yes, they are.” He slid a hand down between her legs. “Spread your legs a little more, slave.” She complied, widening her stance just a bit. Cupping her mound, he asked, “And whose cunt is this?”

“It’s your…cunt, Master. Master, couldn’t we use a different word?” she pleaded.

“My property, my words, slave. Now, whose cunt is it?”

“It’s your cunt, Master,” Jacki said obediently.

“Very good, slave,” Peter said, fingering her labia. “I’m glad you have a Brazilian,” he said, running his palm up and down. “If you didn’t, I’d make you get one.” Removing his hand, he took a step back and regarded her again. “You have an exquisite body, slave.”

Jacki had had her body called “hot” and “smokin’.” The more articulate of her lovers might have called it “beautiful” or “lovely,” but no one had ever called it “exquisite” before.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, looking down shyly.

Peter stepped forward and placed a hand under each of Jacki’s breasts, bouncing them slightly. “Very nice, slave. What are you, a 36 C?”

“Thirty-seven, Master,” she said proudly.

Peter enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close. She could feel his erection pressing against her body through his khakis. He kissed her—not the soft tender kisses they had exchanged in front of her apartment building. This was hard, firm, and passionate. She loved the raw energy of it.

Peter released her and stepped back. “Undress me, slave. And as you do, kiss every patch of newly exposed skin—front and back. Stop when you reach my boxers.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, crossing to him. She untucked and peeled off his polo shirt. She kissed him all over his smooth torso. Then she moved around and repeated the process on his back. Returning to the front, she knelt and slipped off his shoes and socks, covering his feet with kisses. For the second time that afternoon, she undid his pants, this time pulling them all the way down, helping him step out of them. She kissed his legs front and back and then sat back on her heels facing him, obeying him and stopping before removing his underwear—though she fervidly hoped he would take them off himself.

Jacki did not have to wait. Peter stripped his shorts off and kicked them aside. She continued to sit on her rump, awaiting instruction. As she did, she sized him up. There was that massive erection that she had already sucked. Though he had very fine hairs on his arms and legs, his body, including his public area was entirely smooth. He was better built than she would have guessed, never having seen him naked. She knew his arms were muscular and that his stomach was flat. But his thighs were thick and muscular. His chest was broad and his torso v-shaped. The drop between his chest and waist must have been at least seven inches.

Turning his back to her, Peter ordered firmly, “Go back to your work, slave.”

Jacki grasped Peter’s bottom with both hands and covered it with small kisses. When he turned around, she engulfed his d**k in her mouth. He gently slapped her cheek, and she pulled back. “Did I tell you to suck my c**k, slave? Or did you ask permission?”

Apologizing again, she said, “No, Master. I’m sorry. As you know, this is all new to me.”

“I know, slave. You will learn, and I appreciate your efforts thus far. Now, just cover my c**k with the same sweet kisses that you gave my ass.” Jacki immediately began giving quick pecks all over his shaft. “Don’t forget my balls, slave.” In response, she cupped his testicles in one hand and licked them. “Good girl,” he said. Then, grabbing his c**k with one hand and bending it perpendicular to his body, he said, “Now open wide.”

Jacki slacked her jaw and opened her mouth to receive Peter’s member. He placed his hand on the back of her head again and forced her down on his massive erection. Immediately, she began to gag. He instantly stepped back and withdrew. He stroked her throat and said, “Just relax, slave.” Waiting until the gag reflex subsided, stroking her throat all the while, he murmured, “It’s all right, slave. Let’s try it again. Relax your throat, and I will take it slower. Rest your hands on your thighs, and let me do this.” She did as ordered, keeping her mouth open. Peter inserted his glans into her waiting mouth. Then he placed his hands firmly on either side of her head and slid her mouth slowly onto his long shaft until she had taken it down her throat all the away to his testicles. Using his hands, he moved her head back and forth on his c**k. “Mmmm,” he purred. “You are a good little cocksucker.” He withdrew his member.

“If you say so, Master.”

“I do say so. Now you say it.”

Looking up at him and smiling, she said, “I’m a good little cocksucker.”

“Have you ever been erotically spanked, slave?”

“No, Master.”

Peter walked to the couch and sat down. The leather felt cool against his naked buttocks. “This is the ‘discipline’ part of bondage and discipline. And B&D are really the only parts of b**m that interest me.” He instructed her lay face-down across his lap. When she complied, he ran his hand lightly over her bottom. Then he brought his hand down sharply. He did not permit his hand to linger but brought it up very quickly. He spanked her, alternating between cheeks. Periodically, he would stop and run his hands over her nates to soothe them. Then he would resume spanking. He continued until she was warm. He put his hand between her legs. She was wet. He smiled to himself. A good sign, he thought.

“This will be your normal discipline, and it will happen frequently. If you disobey me or refuse or hesitate to obey my command, you will be punished, and that will take a different form.”

Still facing the floor, she said, “Different how?”

“I hope you don’t have to find out for some time, but of course inevitably you will.”

Peter helped her up. Taking her hand, he led her to his bedroom. As they walked, he said, “I must have total control over your body. You must ask my permission to orgasm. When you are about to come, you must ask, ‘Please, Master, may I come for you?’ And you must ask in sufficient time that if I refuse permission, you won’t go ahead and climax anyway. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Peter positioned Jacki by the edge of the bed. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and pushed. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough that she lost her balance and fell backwards onto the bed. Before she really knew what was happening, he was on top of her and had penetrated her. As he began to pump, he said, “Mmm. You’re so tight, slave.”

“Any girl would be tight with that monster in her,” she responded.

They were lying across the bed. He pulled out and repositioned her so that she was lying lengthwise. Then he plunged into her again. He pulled her arms above her head and stretched them just a little, his hands on her wrist, pinning her to the bed. “Put your legs on my shoulders, slave, and wrap them around my neck.”

Jacki did as he ordered. “Oh, my god, you are so deep inside me!”

“You’re a horny b***h, aren’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Master. Your slave is a horny b***h!” she said grinning up at him.

Almost immediately, she felt a climax building, and the smile left her face. “Please, Master, may I come for you?” she asked desperately.

Peter did not deny her. “Yes, come for me, my horny slave b***h,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, god! Oh, god!” Jacki gasped. A moment later as her vaginal muscles were still contracting, Peter arched his back and froze. And they came together. She felt his warm c*m explode inside her.

Jacki relaxed her ankles’ grip on Peter’s neck and collapsed, totally spent. It hadn’t been a long f**k, but it had been intense. “Is your slave allowed to say, ‘Wow!,’ Master?” she asked, giggling.