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In the morning shower, I made it thunder for her again. She held my head against her as she came time after time from my tongue and fingers. It was a statement of her trust in me. It scared the shit out of me.
We spent the day in bed reading, touching, and talking. Well, not much reading. Or talking, either for that matter. We found each other's special spots, those areas that did certain things to us. I still did not penetrate her and she accepted that it would happen in my time. It was a major step for her in her acceptance of me as her true master.
That evening's dinner saw us seated across and apart from one another. We were both on trial tonight. She may have gotten us this far but from here on out, we were in it together. She would glance down the long table at me from time to time and flash me her wonderful smile. She was not worried. I relaxed and enjoyed the dinner, the conversation and the company. Well, the food was OK, anyway.
We left the dinner without an invitation. I could tell she was disappointed but she refused to allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing just how much it had meant to her. That night, when she came to our bed in the hotel room, she knelt beside me rather than lying down. She was offering me something.
She had a collar, one of Sally's old ones if I didn't miss my bet. The medallion was missing, but I recognized the workmanship.
"You know that if I put that on you, there will be no sex tonight?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Yes, Master. Sally told me..."
"Damn it, woman! Is there anything you two haven't discussed?" I demanded.
"I don't think so, Master, not when it concerns you. We both love you very much. You are the most important thing to us, even more than our daughters in many ways. Of course we talk about you, how to please you, how you will react to this and that. She has said you would not take me the first time under the collar. I accept that but you may if you wish to take me this way. I-I-I need this tonight, Master. Forgive me for being so weak."
I took the collar from her shaking hands. I locked it around her throat. It was a bit tighter than it had been on Sally, but apparently they had tried it out. She didn't gasp or choke.
I sat up in the bed, propped up against the headboard. I spread my legs. I nodded at my groin. "Head Time," was all I said.
The room lit up with her smile. She locked her hands behind her back, one hand holding the other wrist tightly. She bowed before me and swallowed just the head of my cock into her mouth.
With her in position — and quiet — I began talking to her. I told her my thoughts and dreams, what I envisioned our life becoming. I told her where I thought the problems would be and what I was planning on doing to prevent them. I talked of my clients, listing them by name so she would become familiar with them.
Once or twice she started to rise to address some issue. I held her head firmly in place. She realized she was to listen. I was telling her things I had never told anyone, not even Sally. I felt the tears washing over the base of my cock. At first I thought my forcing her to stay in that position hurt her. I reached out with my senses to touch her.
I hadn't been able to do that with her much. It was as if she didn't have much to sense, like her sense was hibernating, hidden inside. This time, whether it was because we were touching or because she was more open to me, I could feel her better, even if it was just a little bit. I sensed that her tears were tears of joy and satisfaction; I was trusting her with my dreams. They were shared between us, and no one else. She would treasure them forever.
I kept her at Head Time for a long time. I was sure her mouth ached, but she never broke. When I took her off she thanked me for allowing her the honor. Nicole remained kneeling between my legs, her head bowed down touching the mattress. She needed more. I reached out with my sense to her and found her open and waiting for me. I sensed her better than ever before.
I saw what she needed, as if she had drawn me a picture. I bound her hands behind her back using one of my ties. I tied her ankles the same way. I positioned her across the foot of the large bed, her head where my feet would go. I gagged her with my last tie.
I could see the glowing aura around her now. This was what she wanted, to be possessed, to be bound and used. It released her as nothing else.
I slipped my feet under her head so that she could use my ankles for a pillow. Not the softest body part, by far, but she wasn't concerned with comfort. I lay back and shut my eyes, listening to her soft moans, letting her sing me to sleep with them. She was not in pain, but was experiencing a tremendous release of built up tensions, fears and frustrations. I had accepted her, bound her as if I owned her and had put her in a place of submission. She felt wanted, needed and loved.
I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door. I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM. God! Who could be this inconsiderate?
I threw open the door to reveal not only myself, but the freshly scrubbed face of a White House intern. Believe me, they are not all as ugly or fat as Monica Lewinski. This one was a slender girl, probably 18 years of age, of African-American descent. She was a cute girl and at the moment her eyes were fixed on the sight of my hard cock.
Suddenly remembering her task, she offered me a silver tray that held a sealed envelope. My name was embossed across the front and the flap was sealed with the Presidential Seal. The hand written card inside invited me and a guest (vetted, of course) to be in attendance at a presidential reception this evening. It was signed by the President.
The intern had remained standing in the doorway, waiting for a reply. She had gumption, this one and I immediately liked her. She had fastened her gaze on a sconce on the far wall behind me and had not wavered from that stare. I told her we would be honored attend. She told me a limo would pick us up at 6:00 sharp in the lobby.
With one more lingering look at my cock she turned to go. Just as she turned, I caught her eye and winked. She grinned, shook her head in disbelief, and said, "They'd never believe me if I told them. Nobody gets this lucky." A generous laugh and she shut the door. I felt flattered.
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