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  "Much better, pet, much better. We'll have to work on your posture, but this is a nice start. I realize this is new to you, but when we're at home, just the two of us, I want you naked and on your knees when you greet me, is that understood?"

  A shiver went through her at the sheer decadence of that suggestion. Only it wasn't a suggestion, was it? Junsako was very much in full Dom mode, and that's what she wanted, wasn't it?

  "Is there a problem, pet?" he asked. His voice sounded bored, but the hand on his thigh balled into a fist as though he was worried about her response. But why would he be? A man like him no doubt had countless willing submissives queue ‘round the corner for his time.

  "I asked you a question, and I demand an answer."

  The whip like words made her jump, and she knew she must look a state knelt on the floor. Her juices no doubt left a wet stain on the carpet, because, Lord help her, if him like this didn't turn her on to the point of frenzy.

  "No, problem, Sir." She whispered her answer, utterly incapable of projecting her voice with any authority right now. He'd heard her though, because that tight fist released slightly, and he sighed again.

  "Are you sure? Sally, if I'm going too fast, then use your safewords."

  The use of her actual name grated, and she looked up to read his expression.

  "Why would I need to use my safewords? I'm just kneeling, and truth be told…" She swallowed hard and licked her dry lips. The action made him lean forward, and his gaze dropped to her lips. His reaction gave her the strength to carry on. After all, everything she had ever read about the lifestyle stressed the importance of honesty and communication, so she owed it to both of them to voice her feelings.

  "Yes?" he asked. His voice dropped lower still, and her stomach clenched and unclenched in nervous anticipation. He held her gaze, and she lost herself in the heated concern in his black eyes.

  "Truth is, I have never been as turned on as I have with you."

  Sally's cheeks grew so hot, she was sure she could have fried an egg on them, but the spark of approval and the sinful smile that curled around his full lips meant she swallowed her embarrassment and carried on speaking.

  "I'm new to this, that is true, but I did my research. I've been interested in this for a while. I just never realized it would be so … so…" Her words faltered and she looked to him for help, but he shook his head and his smile deepened.

  "Oh, no, pet, use your words. I can guess what you're going to say, but I'm rather enjoying seeing you squirm, and as I'm not a mind reader we'll need to be on the same page."

  Sally looked for the right word, and in the end she just settled for one.

  "Hot."

  ****

  She was going to be the death of him. Seeing her all hot and bothered like this, knelt on the floor before him pleased his inner Dom no end. How far could he push her, he wondered?

  Junsako hadn't been able to sleep, too revved up by their scene to relax into sleep, so he'd simply held his precious bundle for a while. Eventually he'd got up. He might as well look at the pictures he'd taken. They had far exceeded his expectation, and he'd been half erect ever since. Seeing her luscious body framed by the ropes, her facial expression so blissful, the gift of her trust in him had humbled him. It had taken all of his willpower to not go back in his bedroom and wake her up, but she'd needed her sleep. His pet had gone deep and hard, and she would need time to recover.

  Now, however, the gloves were off.

  "Crawl toward me, pet."

  She blinked several times, but she did comply hesitantly at first and then with more confidence. The lopsided action made her tits swing from side to side, and Junsako grew hard as nails. He groaned under his breath, and she looked up. Her gaze snared on his crotch, and an impish smile kicked up the corners of her mouth.

  "Is something amusing you, pet?" he asked. His voice came out hoarse, and he closed his eyes and shook his head to regain some semblance of control. When he sensed her just in front of her, her little panty breaths wafting across his bare skin, he opened his eyes and yanked his sweat pants down to release his throbbing cock.

  Sally blinked again and without waiting for his permission leant forward to lick across his slit. The warmth of her moist tongue had his balls draw tight, and he wrapped his fists around her hair and yanked her off.

  She yelped, but her scent increased, and her nipples firmed even more. Hard little points they dug into his legs and let him know how much she was with him on this.

  "First lesson, pet. As well as be on your knees, you will crawl up to me and greet me by sucking my cock. In future, ask permission to touch me, first."

  Sally ran her tongue round her lips again and grinned, and Junsako bit back a smile. She would be a bratty sub, and didn't he like those most of all.

  "Please, may I suck your cock, Sir?"

  The sweet plea pleased him even more, and he inclined his head, not trusting his voice at all. With a whimper she took his hard length deep and sucked.

  Fuck it, she was too good at this, and he was too far gone to last five minutes. The rhythmic actions of her tongue joined the convulsions of her throat, as she deep throated him. He started to thrust into her mouth, and she swallowed around his head as he hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Seeing his dick coated in her saliva, her mouth stretched around his thick girth as she let him fuck her mouth in ever faster and more aggressive thrusts had his orgasm surge forth in record time.

  His balls drew up and his cock swelled and pulsed, and as though she sensed how close he was she brought her hands up to fondle his balls.

  With an almighty roar of completion he shot his load straight down the back of her throat. Sally sputtered and gagged, but she swallowed every last drop. Eyes closed, she worked his softening dick until she'd drawn every last drop out of him, and then she proceeded to lick him clean.

  Junsako let out a long breath and patted her head, as she curled herself around his legs and rested her head on his thigh.

  "Good girl. That was so fucking good, my pet."

  Sally gave a little content sigh, and his chest tightened in a way he hadn't felt in far too long. She was a born sub, and keeping her next to his legs, one hand on her hair soothed them both. He went back to work on his portfolio, and he felt the change in her when her set of pictures popped up again.

  Sally tensed against his legs and tried to turn her head away. Junsako had anticipated that move, however, and pinned her with his legs instead. Grasping her chin with his free hand he nudged her head up. He didn't miss the way her gaze darted to the computer screen and then away. She stoically refused to look at the image of her suspended in the air. The crimson ropes made a beautiful contrast to her pale skin. They framed her heavy breasts, crossed her torso and showed her lush, ripe ass and thick thighs. Her cute little pussy looked swollen and wet, and his cock rose again with predictable efficiency. With her long auburn hair partially obscuring her face, and the blindfold covering her eyes, her identity was safe. This was the picture he was going to use as his main focus for his planned exhibition.

  Her body was so relaxed, a direct contrast to the nervous tension that poured off of her now. Her fingernails dug into his skin, even through the material of his sweat pants, and if she didn't slow down her breathing she was in serious danger of hyperventilating.

  Junsako pulled her up from her kneeling position until she sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her upper body and put one thigh over her legs to stop her from squirming, as she tried to get away.

  "Be still, pet. Enough."

  Sally turned into a wild cat, pushing against him.

  "Let me go. Red, dammit, red, red, red. I can't do this."

  Chapter Six

  Sally knew she was screaming, yet she didn't seem able to stop, and the fact that Junsako released her immediately just made her burst into tears. God, she couldn't do this. She was an utter failure. She couldn't even look at a picture of herself naked. She should just go, but she couldn't
do that either. Junsako's dark hand on her thigh made her cry harder. He drew lazy circles over it, up and down one leg and then the other. She couldn't understand what he was saying to her, as he'd once again lapsed into Japanese, but his solid warm frame surrounded her. His arm rested against her back, not restraining her, but offering his silent support, and she hung her head and hid behind the curtain of her hair.

  "Shhh, pet. It's okay. Just let it all out."

  He gave her a gentle nudge, and she fell against his chest. He rolled his chair away from his desk and that dreadful picture of her fatty self, and then leaned down to pick something up. In the next instant the towel she had dropped earlier appeared around her shoulders, and she hiccupped her thanks into his chest.

  He continued to hold her, a quiet, reassuring presence until finally she sat up. Junsako tugged her hair behind her ears, and the concern in his face almost made her burst into tears again.

  "Do you want to tell me what that was all about, pet?"

  She shook her head, and annoyance replaced the concern in his onyx eyes and it sent a shiver of ice cold dread down her spine.

  "I shall rephrase that, girl. You will tell me what had you so spooked that you shouted red."

  She didn't know what possessed her, but she stuck her tongue out and shook her head.

  "No. You said I could use my safe word, so I did. You can't make me … ow."

  The slap to her thigh hurt—really hurt, and he looked so pissed off with her, that had she been able to she would have taken several steps back. Heck, who was she kidding? She would have fled the room. However she was still sat on his lap, and he looked just about ready to put her over his knee, and that thought really shouldn’t turn her on, should it?

  No doubt if he if he did that, it wouldn’t be an enjoyable experience, but he would make it hurt. She had pissed him off, perhaps even tested his patience too much. It was on the tip of her tongue to say red again. He wouldn't push the issue then, but what would that achieve, apart from displeasing him? She wasn't a coward and she wanted, no, needed this. If she chickened out now, she would never experience the full impact of true submission. Still it was one thing to know that, another to voice it out loud.

  "I-I'll just go, shall I?" she said instead of the words on her heart.

  Another, just as stinging swat to her other thigh made her bite her lip to stop from crying out. This one left an angry red hand print on her pale skin, and her tummy did a merry somersault at that visible mark left by him.

  Her clit tingled and her nipples pushed against the arms she had folded over them, and she grew wet again. He would notice, dammit, and what would he think of her?

  She was a fucking head case that's what she was. Why did he bother with her?

  "You're not going anywhere, pet, until we've discussed what just happened. Why did you react like that? Was it seeing yourself in that pose? I'll keep your identity secret. No one will know it is you in that picture and—"

  "Stop, please, just stop. I … I can't. I'm ugly and fat, and that picture is—"

  Junsako's growl in answer stopped her. It was a sound not unlike a wild animal would make, and it was also one of the sexiest sounds she'd ever heard. Her skin tightened, and the fine hair on her body rose in response to that animalistic sound and the leashed aggression she sensed in him. His muscles coiled underneath her, and his fingers dug into her face painfully, as he yanked her chin up to make her look at him.

  Flecks of yellow appeared in his dark eyes. Like swirling storm clouds on a summer's day they warned of impending disaster. By rights she ought to have been frightened, but it had the opposite effect on her. Her whole body went limp at the show of his dominance, as he pinned her in place with the intensity of his look.

  "Are you calling me a liar, girl?"

  The question confused her and she tried to shake her head, but he had an iron grip on her. He slid his hand down to her throat and squeezed. Not so hard that she couldn't breathe, but hard enough to make her worry and sit perfectly still. The blanket slipped off her shoulders, and she paid it no heed. She daren't, not with him studying her so intently. She knew deep down that he would not take this too far, even if she couldn't explain to herself how she knew that. She just did, and she realized with a start that she trusted him. Time would tell if that trust was misplaced. After all, she had trusted before, and it had all ended in heartache.

  "I don't understand, Sir. I haven't—"

  The pressure on her throat tightened, until she wheezed. Panic set in for that brief moment until he relaxed his hand a fraction and her breathing calmed down again.

  "I took those pictures. Pictures of a beautiful woman, who gave me her submission. I see a work of art, the lines of her body displayed for my enjoyment. I see curves and flesh that I can hold onto while I fuck. An ass I want to bury my cock in, tits made for my cushions, and thighs to hold me tight as I thrust into my pet. I see you, all of you, and you're beautiful."

  ****

  Sally's almond eyes widened and filled with yet more tears that she tried to blink away. She didn't succeed. They ran a zig-zag path down her cheeks until they fell on his hand, and he scowled at the sight. Her heartbeat thundered under his fingers, and a myriad of emotions crossed her face.

  She didn't believe him, and he wanted to tear limb from limb the bastard who made her so wary. There could only be one reason why Sally reacted like that to her picture. Some man had done a number on her, had made her see her womanly body as fat and ugly when she was anything but.

  "Who the fuck was he?" he asked.

  "W-what?" A tremor went through her body, and she dropped her gaze.

  "Look at me, when I'm talking to you, pet. You have earned yourself enough punishment as it is. If you want to be able to sit down tomorrow then I would suggest you start doing as you're told and start talking."

  "P-punishment? You mean, you'll…?"

  There was an almost hopeful tone to her voice, and he bit back a smile as amusement chased away some of his anger.

  "Put you over my knee and spank you, yes, I will. Is that what you need, my pet? To let go of those inane ideas swirling around in your head?"

  Sally blushed in that endearing, almost innocent way she had and nodded.

  "I think I might." She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and immediately stopped when he raised an eyebrow. "I mean, if you see fit to punish me, Sir. I know, I've disappointed you."

  "Stop right there, pet. You could never disappoint me, not when you're open and honest with me. We're new to each other, and as much I know your limits from the form you filled in, we can still hit triggers. Like seeing your picture."

  "Please don't make me look at that again."

  Her voice sounded so small and lost that it tore at his heart. He had to help her get over this—somehow.

  "Why, pet? It is only a picture. I get that you do not see the beauty that I see, but you did enjoy the process of it being taken, didn't you?"

  He knew she had. His little pet had proven far more responsive to the rope bondage than he could have ever predicted, but he needed her to admit that, so that she would begin to associate positive feelings with that image of her. Junsako didn't want her memory of her first suspension to be tainted by the fact that she had seen a picture of herself while bound.

  She gave the tiniest of nods in answer to his question, and he did a mental fist pump.

  "I want you to do something for me, pet. I want you to close your eyes and remember that feeling."

  She frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.

  "Good, you're there in your mind?"

  "Yes, Sir, I think so."

  "Good girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again." She tensed immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes and glanced at the screen. He'd changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound. The first one showed her stood in front of him, looking nervous as hell, and she tensed even more when she saw it.
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  "What do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body, concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt."

  She bit her lip, and her nose screwed up in concentration, but eventually she answered him.

  "I was nervous…" she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper, "and turned on."

  "Good girl, now the next picture. What do you see?"

  In this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and Junsako hardened as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope. The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice. In his mind's eye, however, he heard her soft sighs and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.

  Sally remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through his sweat pants were any indication. He didn't say anything else, afraid to break the moment, just continued to bring up picture after picture, until she wriggled on his lap, and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.

  By the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were falling down Sally's cheeks, but she was smiling this time.

  "Thank you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a fat woman, though. I know I'm not skinny and … oh."

  The breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom, and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.

  Before she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front of him. With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated Sally's shapely ass. With her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy. Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her, and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.