Reese Gabriel: Own Me Wholly!

Because he doesn't fuck around. He's a sadist. He stays on the bike until it stays up.

But it's ever so much more. Playground Caroline isn't this year's model.

It's his higher power.

How's that for a head-trip?

He worships the body he abuses.

I don't have to worry when he unchains me, I can fall, I don't have to do a thing as he carries me, like a leaf, to the bathtub and lays me in the warm, soapy water and the way he touches me, the magic he works, I don't feel a thing as he takes the pins out, one by one, all the way to twenty. Man of his word, this one.

Soon we'll be going on the road. I'm going to be his roadie, groupie, and little guitar slut. Lots of games ahead. I'll listen every night in little costumes and he'll motion with his eyes, girls he wants to fuck or men he's going to let fuck me. But there is no debating who I am, who he is. Our souls are to be sealed.

We are to be married in the only way that matters, in our private selves and where our sex organs go with whom is no one's business. With the proviso that my sex organs are already his anyway.

He kisses me in the bath, he rinses me, we go to bed and this time it's a leisurely fuck, I am clean and squeaky and I am allowed to love him and be loved without chains, without rope. Only his will binds me.

And the single necklace, gold and jade, whose meaning is known only to us. A gift from Monica, to both our amazements. She insisted we take it. On Thomas’ behalf.

I feel him here and this is so good because as dominant and controlling as Brian is he will never mind that a piece of my heart has gone to rest with another, because that man is his father. We keep that memory alive together and we will forever.

And maybe we'll have children to keep our memory alive.

It is a possibility, you know.

Master lays down beside me afterwards. I am tired, I need to center and find the deepest place of rest.

"I love you, angel,” he snuggles close, making it all worthwhile.

"I love you, Brian."

I listen to the sound of his heartbeat. The world is far away from us both and I know Thomas is happy for me. His son can't replace him, but life goes on and that's a good thing.

I cuddle up tight. I must get a full night's rest. Tomorrow is another day. I want to be good and feisty by morning. Bratty, bitchy, argumentative. Whatever I feel like. He likes the fight in me and deep down we both know I call all the shots I like. I am just happy to be who I am. Not the other woman but simply Caroline, who needs pain and is going to get as much as she can stand.

A few hours later Brian wakes me up. He's hungry, it's three am, and he smacks my ass awake so I can make us grilled cheese. He lets me eat a sandwich with him as we curl up on the couch and watch some other stupid program on the music video channel.

He falls asleep, just like he did yesterday and the night before. He'll deny it. But I'll mention it anyway. He has the remote control. I try to gently pry it free.

"I'm watching that,” he grumbles.

I try again ten minutes later. He pushes my head down to his lap so I can suck. Serves me right. Fucker starts snoring again, just as soon as I get him hard and full and pulsing in my mouth.

Should I bite him?

I take just a little nibble; can't resist.

He puts me swiftly over his lap and makes me very sorry. I don't even try to count the blows, they are thick and heavy and meant to blend in my mind … and on my ass.

I am moaning and begging, I need to be fucked, hard, I need him to take me to that place, all over again.

He lays me down on the couch, ass up.

His dick thrusts into my cunt savagely. The couch cushion presses into my face. He is slamming me with his cock and balls. My pussy receives, as it must. This is a very good case in point why slaves should be wet at all times. Imagine this experience dry? Would have been my tough luck, though.

Apparently I've earned some pretty bad hair pulling, too. This isn't so much a disciplinary fuck as a just-because-I-can. I can orgasm or not, he doesn't care.

Of course I do. And often.

He has the presence of mind to pull out before the end so he can flip me over and come on my face. I open my mouth and give him my tongue to soak as a sign of obeisance.

It's a nice thick, full load. He lets me wipe off and then I have to clean him off, on my knees between his legs. Then he wants me to kiss his feet. I cannot resist him. I do what he wants. I am totally, completely, gloriously fucked.

Enough for now, right?

Guess what, though?

Tomorrow at breakfast? A certain arrogant musician is going to have a whole lot of extra pepper in his eggs. Am I gonna catch hell?

I sure hope so…

After all, Caroline does need pain…

I dream I am flying. Thomas is piloting and Brian, he is in the co-pilot's seat. They are talking about me, bonding in the process.

"Did you have to spank her a lot? Was she naughty for you?” asks Brian.

"All the time,” says Thomas. “She is a real imp, but a cute one."

"I use a spatula. And my belt. Is that too rough?"

"She's kinky, I am sure it's all good with her,” Thomas says.

"Cool. I'm doing some interesting things with clothes pins, too."

"Amazing little devices,” Thomas enthuses.

I'm in the back, dressed like a little girl, in a pink skirt with white socks and black shoes. I am licking on a big round lollipop, much bigger than my mouth. I can't believe they are talking about me while I'm here.

"Brian,” I say, “I'm too little to hear this stuff."

"It's okay, Gracie,” says Thomas. “You're a big girl and a little girl."

"I like to use a cleave gag, too,” says Brian, continuing the conversation. “It keeps her jaws open when I am fucking her mouth."

"We can just put our cocks right in and come,” says Thomas.

"You gotta love that."

"You gotta love her,” he corrects.

"I do, Dad."

"You never called me that while I was alive."

"Yea, well I was pissed at you."

"I know."

"You were pretty patient."

"I had to be, as many mistakes as I made."

"I would have made twice as many if you hadn't pointed me straight."

"You did the work. You made the choices."

"Caroline was the best choice."

"I know."

"So what's heaven like, anyway, Dad?"

"Actually, it's a lot better than I thought. There's all these virgins there and as many time as you go with them, they stay virgins."

"That's quite a trick."

"I'm doing some developing, too."

"In heaven? That sounds like the lead in to some silly pastor's joke."

"I did have to get them to make some changes."

"Like?"

"They didn't have dirt up here. Ya gotta have dirt. And tea. Blackberry tea. You want some? I do,” he flies the plane right at this cloud, which is the color of tea.

"Dad, do you know where you're going?"

"Not until we get there."

Next thing we know we are at a cafe, sitting at a table with Monica and the girls. We're all drinking tea, like Thomas likes it, but everybody's tastes different.

"It's cocoa,” I say.

"No, it's mint,” says Erin.

"Vanilla,” Kasey counters.

"Espresso,” Monica and Brian say at the same time.

They look at Thomas puzzled.

"It's because you are both dominant,” he said.

Brian takes my hand. I move closer to him. The cafe is floating, on the cloud. We sing a song that Brian makes up on the spot. We all know the words though we have never heard it.

For the life of me I couldn't remember a single one after I woke up.