Nearly Forbidden: Swim Fan Series, Book One

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Intercession

The next morning, Jacki awoke in the same place she had fallen asleep, her head on Peter’s chest and his strong arms around her. He gently shook her awake. She opened her eyes to see sunlight streaming into his bedroom. He took her right hand and placed it on his p***s. He was fully erect.

“As my slave, Jacki, I will have s*x with you as often as I desire and in any way I desire. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Master,” Jacki replied.

“It will be multiple times a day. Essentially, whenever I get hard, I will require something of you to relieve the condition. And, since you will always be naked in my presence, that will probably many times daily,” he said, playing with her breasts. “As my sub or slave, you would exist purely and solely for my pleasure,” he continued. “Your pleasure must be derived chiefly from the satisfaction in knowing you are pleasing me. Oh, as you have already discovered, you will be permitted orgasms, but there may be days, perhaps even days on end, when I will not allow you to climax, even as I do repeatedly. You will learn discipline.”

Jacki stroked his shaft slowly. “And what do you demand of me at this moment, Master?” she asked coyly.

“Climb aboard again, slave. I love morning s*x most of all. It just starts the day off right.”

“With pleasure, Master,” Jacki responded, smiling ever-so-slightly. She complied without hesitation, once more straddling him and sitting on his member. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Before she could start to move, Peter reached over and opened a drawer on the bedside table. Blindly fishing around for a moment, he extracted a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs. “Let’s give you your first little taste of bondage, slave,” he said. “Give me your hands.” Jacki extended her arms in front of her the way she had seen criminals do it in old movies. He snapped the cuff on her right wrist. Then he sat up and pulled her hands behind her back, closing the cuff on her left.

Placing his hands on her hips, he began to move her up and down, carefully controlling the pace. “Now you are completely helpless, slave. You are totally at my mercy. You can’t resist. All you can do is take it. Do you like feeling helpless, slave?”

Much to her surprise, Jacki found that she did. She could just let go and follow his lead, do as she was told. “Yes, Master, I do.”

“You’re nothing but an extension of my c**k, slave. I’m just m**********g myself, using your cunt as a sleeve.” Peter lifted her up almost off of his shaft and then slammed her down violently. He repeated the maneuver. Jacki gasped. Then he did it again. “You like that, don’t you, slave?”

“I do, Master! I do! I love it when you ram your big, hard c**k into me. Besides, I can’t resist you. I’m totally helpless.”

“Yes, you are, slave,” Peter said, wiggling Jacki from side to side. He resumed a steady rhythm, punctuating it with hard slams.

“Master,” said Jacki, “I know I’m nothing but a m**********n sleeve for you, just a hole for you to come in, but please may I come for you?” she asked desperately.

“Ever the horny b***h, eh, slave?” Peter asked, knowing she was very close and that he risked her coming before he granted permission.

“Yes, Master, you know your slave so well,” she blurted with increased urgency.

“Then come for me, my horny slave b***h,” he answered, not a moment too soon. As she started to climax, he lifted her once more and pulled her down hard.

Jacki’s whole body quaked. “Thank you, Master! Thank you! You are too good to your slave, allowing her so many orgasms.”

Peter resumed a steady motion. “I’m glad you recognize that, slave. Never forget it.”

“No, Master. Thank you.” A few moments later, Peter came.

They showered together. Peter made her bathe him, and he did the same for her. He luxuriated as his soapy hands ran over her slick body.

After they toweled one another off, he said, “I wasn’t expecting a guest.” He smiled. “I’m afraid about all I can offer you is another egg and some toast and coffee.”

“Save the egg,” Jacki answered. “Toast and coffee sounds fine.”

After breakfast, such as it was, Peter put a hand on each of Jacki’s bare shoulders. Looking into her eyes, he spoke. “Jacki, yesterday morning I would never have guessed that this was a possibility, but I am thrilled and excited that it is. Are you going to call Richard?”

“Yes,” she said simply.

“As much as I hate to, I guess I’m going to have to let you get dressed. I’ll put together my package for you.” He kissed her passionately, and she reciprocated. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

Jacki walked to the living room. Her clothes were strewn about just where she had cast them off the previous afternoon. By the time Peter came back, she was fully clothed.

Peter was wearing a silk paisley robe with wide, black lapels. He was carrying a small canvas bag. He handed it to Jacki. “This is the three books I told you about and a three-by-five card with a few websites you should checkout. There’s the dildo I promised. There is also a collar. In D/s a collar is a symbol that a sub or a slave is ‘taken.’ Think of it like a ring on the third finger of your left hand means you’re married. Or in Hawaii, a flower behind your left ear means you are off the market. Get used to wearing it at home.”

“Am I off the market, Master?” she asked, smiling wickedly.

“You are, at least for the next two weeks,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Peter continued, “When you are home alone, I want you to be naked—except for your collar. I want you to get used to it. I want you to sleep in the nude. I want you to masturbate once a day, thinking of me and picturing me doing to you the things you’re learning.”

“Just once, Master?” she asked pouting.

“Yes, slave, just once.”

“And may I—”

“And, yes, you may allow yourself to orgasm,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, beside herself with glee.

“Remember, I want you to f**k yourself in the ass with the dildo for thirty minutes every day.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Feel free to text or email me. You can also call if you want, if you have any questions about what you read. But try not to. As I said, you need to learn discipline. Definitely call me two weeks from yesterday. I want you back here in two weeks—if you think D/s is for you. If, however, you want to stay vanilla—”

“Vanilla?”

“Ordinary, non-kinky s*x. If you want to stay vanilla, let me know that, too, and I’ll understand.”

“And if I do—want to stay vanilla—is there still a possibility for us?” Jacki asked nervously.

“I know myself, Jacki. There are kinky people, and there are vanilla people. I’m kinky, and I need a kinky female. Don’t you worry, though. I think as your explore, I am reasonably confident you’ll discover that you’re kinky, too,” Peter said. “Oh, there are a few extra things in the bag and instructions.” He took her in his arms and kissed her firmly. “Now, you need to go—unfortunately.”

As she left, Jacki didn’t know how she should feel. Should she be elated or dejected? She made a conscious choice to think positively. She had been spanked for the first time. She had been restrained for the first time. And both made her hot, as did the thought of being a slave—though she had to admit to herself that she still had no real idea what that entailed. She had fantastic s*x with a handsome, well-built guy with a huge, thick d**k. Why worry?

When she arrived home, she did as directed and stripped. Then she curled up on her sofa to examine the contents of the “goody” bag. The first thing she pulled out was the dildo. Peter was right, it wasn’t as massive as he was, but it was still big. If she hadn’t just experienced the other, she would have considered this one quite large. It appeared to be about nine inches with a circumference around six inches. She laid it on the coffee table and reached back in.

Next out was a tube of K-Y gel. She could guess what that was for, and she thought it thoughtful of Peter to include it. Otherwise she’d have to go the drugstore for it. The next item confirmed her belief that Peter was a kind-hearted Dom and a sweet man. It was a small tube of a product called “Anal-ese.” She had never heard of it but thought the name probably said it all.

She produced the collar next. It was soft black leather about an inch wide, with small steel studs all the way around. She tossed it up and down in her palm. It was light. Would the lifestyle that came with it be worn as lightly on her, she wondered. She placed it around her neck and buckled it. Standing up, she walked into the bedroom to look at it in the mirror. As she stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door, she looked not only at her neck but at her whole body. She smiled. She looked good, and she knew it. She was going to like being naked all the time. Just the thought of it made her moist between her legs. Focusing back on her neck, she looked at the collar and thought it beautiful. I’m off the market, she thought.

Returning to the couch, she sat, tucked her legs up underneath her, and delved back into the bag. She pulled out an index called headed “Instructions for Anal Training.” She put it aside on the coffee table and put her hand in the bag again. It was another index card with several URLs on it. She placed it with the instructions card.

Reaching in again, Jacki produced a DVD, something she hadn’t expected. It was a copy of a French film version of Story of O. She had heard of the novel and knew it was supposed to be some masterpiece of erotica, but that was all she knew. The video cover showed a beautiful young woman, topless and in a collar, her arms above her head. She was handcuffed and apparently suspended from the ceiling. Next to her, there was a blurb from the British entertainment magazine Time Out: “Jaekin’s adaptation of Pauline Réage’s S&M novel is a must.” Peter had attached a Post-It note, reading, “Enjoy with a nice glass of wine—preferably cold, movie is hot.” She chuckled as she put it on the table.

Jacki made one last dive into the bag and came up with not three, but four books. Three of them were the one’s Peter had told her about. The other was a copy of the Réage book. It was old, a tie-in edition with stills from the film. There were seventeen images. One showed naked slaves, one blindfolded, sitting at an elegantly appointed dining table. Another appeared to be of two lines of naked slaves being led down a long, dungeon-like corridor. Jacki’s favorite was one of a collared woman in a long dress, lifting up the skirt to show the heroine her p***y and showing a dark, full bush. Jacki chuckled and said to herself, That was in the days before micro bikinis, when even porn stars had pubic hair. Based on her cursory viewing, she had to agree with Peter. She’d definitely be watching the movie—sooner rather than later. Another Post-it on the paperback said, “See the movie. Read the book!” Smiling, she thought, And he said this was supposed to be so deadly serious!

Now Jacki had a dilemma. What to do first? Watch the movie? No, she’d save that at least until the night. Peter said she could c**t off. No, she’d save that for the movie—or the book. Go to the websites? No, she’d wait on that until after she’d read the books Peter recommended. And she didn’t feel like reading. She’d start that tomorrow. That left the dildo. She shrugged and said, “Well, I guess there’s no time like the present. Besides the sooner I get to it, the sooner I’ll be comfortable taking it there.” At least that was her hope.

“Wine!” she cried out. “I need wine! And if I’m going to stick that thing up my butt and leave it there, then I’m sure as hell going to have a drink first!”

Going to her closet, she pulled out a dress and slipped into it and stepped into a pair of heels. Her collar! “I’ll leave it on,” she thought. She knew Pauley Perrette’s character on NCIS on television often wore collars like it, along with other leather paraphernalia.