J McKenna - Naughty girl

“My-my-my labia,” she whispered. She forgot her pronouns again. Carl was too shocked to call her on it.

“Show me.”

She stood and brought her groin close to his face. He bent down and saw the indentations here as well—two on each side. He felt strangely excited.

“Why did you stop wearing them?” Carl was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

“When he died, I—Naughty Slut couldn’t bear the thought of wearing them again. They were just for him.”

He nodded. “We will honor those wishes,” he told her. “But I still want to see them, next time you come, all right?”

“Yes, Master Carl.”

“Now, I want to see how my jewelry looks when we make love.” Carl took off his pants then laid back against the sofa cushions. His cock stood up straight. He nodded to DeeDee and she straddled him immediately. Carefully, she reached between her legs to widen her slit with two fingers then lowered herself down onto his cock. She gave a little sigh.

Once she was fully seated, he reached up and tugged at the chain, tweaking her nipples. She closed her eyes and smiled, a small, shy, coy little smile. He liked the way the chain glinted in the light as she moved with him.

She was an energetic lover. When she was on top, she rocked and rolled, making sure his cock touched every part of her. Carl watched her face, her eyes closed, the beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. He could tell as she approached her orgasm. Her mouth began to hang open, her head dropped back, the sweat began to run down her body.

“Fuck!” She screamed, thrusting herself hard against his pubic bone, his cock wedged against her clit. She clung to him, shaking with release.

Carl had wanted to see her much more often, but work interfered. He had a particularly large project due, so much of his early evening hours were spent at the office in front of a computer.

Still, he never stopped thinking about her.

DeeDee was unique. She’s like the prototype perfect woman , he thought. He knew women’s libbers everywhere would be breaking out the hatchets if he dared speak it aloud, but he didn’t care. To Carl, this just proved that there were women out there who enjoyed this kind of play. And Carl used the word play deliberately. He wasn’t forcing DeeDee to act this way. She could’ve stopped him at any time with her safe word. She was as turned on by her memories of Evers as Carl was reliving them with her.

He made sure he protected her. He never took her too far and never violated her own inner limits. They were a very happy couple. Within a very short time, Carl was ready to have her move into his house and be his lover full-time, but she told him she wasn’t ready. To Carl, that proved that she still retained power. If he were her true master, she would not have been able to refuse him. But Carl just told her to take her time, just being around her was enough for now.

Carl continued to exert more of his own power over her during their explorations of her relationship with her old master. He couldn’t help himself. It not only felt right, but DeeDee was a willing participant. It had started right up the next time she came over to his house. She had kneeled on the rug before him, naked, as usual.

“Did you bring the jewelry?”

She nodded, then rose quietly and went to her purse. Fishing out a small box, she brought it over. Her eyes were wet.

“Here, Master Carl,” she said softly, putting the box in his hand.

He took it carefully, as if it were the crown jewels. Opening it, he saw two gold nipple rings, what appeared to be a belly-button ring and four small gold rings that had to be for her labia.

“Show me where these went.” He handed her the four rings.

She took the rings and held them carefully in the palm of her hand. Carl could see her lower lip trembling. Her memories must have been spilling over.

“Is it too painful? Would you rather not?” Carl felt he’d gone too far.

“Will Master Carl make Naughty Girl wear them?”

“No, not if it’s too painful a memory.”

Nodding, she came over and sat down next to him on the couch. She spread her legs and grabbed the fleshy lips. “Here,” she said, showing him the tiny indentations, dots of white against the skin, two on each side. She held up one of the small gold rings, a shiny contrast to her pale smoothness.

“He had you pierced?”

“Yes. He took me to a friend of his, a woman who had a lot of piercings in her body. I was surprised he knew someone like that. After all, he’d been a professor for many years. He told me he had a secret life and now that he had met me, he could explore it more.”

“What was that life?” He already knew the answer.

“He corresponded with members of a bondage and discipline club.”

“Like that Master Turk?”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever see him again?”

“No.”

“Did Master Stephen ever force you to make love to anyone else?”

“No, he didn’t. Thank god.”

Carl decided to move on. “Did it hurt to be pierced like that?”

“A little. The woman numbed it up first.”

“Why did he do that?” he asked.

“He-Master liked to tie his Naughty Girl’s pussy up…and do…other things.” Her voice was almost inaudible.

“What kinds of things?”

She hung her head. He couldn’t imagine what her Master would make her do.

“H-he hung bells from them, for example.”

“Bells?”

She nodded. “On little gold chains. They’d hang down an inch or so. They…they would tinkle when Slut moved.”

Carl began to see how this could be quite embarrassing. “He’d take you out in public like that?”

“Not around here,” she said. “We’d drive somewhere, where no one knew us. When we stopped, he’d ask me if I wanted to wear panties. It was our little game. I always said no, just like he expected me to, just like when we were in his office. Then he’d clip on the bells, telling me I was bad and had to be punished.” She seemed to shake with the power of the memory. Carl could see her pussy was slick with juices. The effect on her was obvious.

He was so taken with the story that he had quite forgotten that she had stopped calling herself Naughty Girl. Carl’s cock thrust hard against his pants. “Then what?”

“He’d make me get out of the car and walk with him. People could hear the bells, but didn’t know where the sound was coming from. They’d turn and look. Once in a while, someone would look down and catch sight of the tiny bells, hanging right about the level of the hem of my short skirt and they’d laugh. I was mortified.”

“But all you had to do was wear panties and he’d stop, right?”

“Yes.” Carl had to lean in to hear her. “But I-I liked it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Why is that, do you think?”

“I-I don’t know. I think I liked being a naughty girl. At least, with him.”

“So you both enjoyed public displays like this?”

DeeDee just nodded.

“It turned you on.” Carl could hardly believe his ears.

Again, the nod.

“Bring me your clothes,” he ordered, an idea forming in his head. He wondered if he had the nerve.

She looked up sharply at him, her eyes questioning, but she said nothing. She rose fluidly, a sheen of wetness on both thighs and went to her pile of clothes. She’d worn a black skirt that came down to just above her knees and an ivory silk blouse with tiny pearl buttons. A pair of black sandals completed her outfit.

“I suppose this will have to do.”

“W-what do you mean, Master Carl?”

“This skirt is too long, but it’s all you’ve got. I think the blouse is all right, if we unbuttoned a couple of buttons. The shoes could be a little higher too.”