A Proud Woman

Julie pins me down beneath her just to take in the sight of my used, sweaty body. She was particularly pleased with the stream of cum dribbling from my still twitching butthole. Leaning down she nuzzles into my hair and takes in a long, deep smell then lets out the breath with a lusty shudder. “Fuuuuuck.”

Absolutely goofy with cum belly I giggle and quip. “One ride per customer.”

She laughs and swats my ass. “One of these days I’m borrowing you for a weekend.” With one last kiss she says. “Love ya, kiddo.”

“Love you too.” I coo.

Making no attempt to cover her nudity she gets up and opens the door wide. Staring down the hall to the gather ladies she glances back to me then says, as if she’d just left and ass-blaster at a public toilet. “You might want to give it a minute. HA!” Dick swinging she strides out of the room and closes the door behind her.

On the bed I just lay there naked and slowly writhing from all the good feelings spreading through my body and jizz-drunk mind. While individually Bri, Mia and Julie didn’t have near the potency of my Heather their combined loads were hitting hard. I already felt like I was floating on air like a happy little cloud. With three gals yet to go I began to wonder if I might just lose myself completely.

“Would you look at this.” Comes a firm and familiar voice above me.

“Domina!” I whisper and gaze up the tall, powerful MILF. I hadn’t even heard her enter or close the door behind her, yet there she was. As if she’d appeared from out of the ether. Once again she was that demoness I had met in the dungeon, with powers beyond the mortal realm. I turn over on my belly and rise to kneeling on the bed in front of her. Bowing my head in deference I say. “I’m ready to service you, Mistress.”

“I am sure you are.” Sharp nails dance across my scalp as Rebecca plays with my sweaty hair. “You are ready for inspection?”

“Yes, Domina.” I say as I correct my posture and thrust out my booty a little.

The nail of her pinky finger scrapes down my cheek toward my chin. “You remember your safewords?”

“Yes, Domina. Green, yellow and red.” I say, my lowered eyes locked on her skirt.

“You are ready to be used? Ready to have my cock deep down your throat again? Ready to be tied down and made to scream in pain and pleasure until you cannot tell one from the other?

I nod excitedly. “Yes, Domina!”

Rebecca takes my chin in a strong grip and lifts my head to look at her. Staring down into my eyes, dominating me with her hard gaze like only she could, she pauses for an excruciatingly long time before leaning close. “No.”

“No?” I say back, the word not computing. Then I realized she wanted me to beg, and beg I do. “Please. Please, Domina. Please use me and…”

“I said, no.” She says again in a tone that stopped my pleading dead.

“But…”

Her stern features soften and, to my great surprise, she gets down onto one knee in front of me. Looking up into my eyes her grip on my chin lets up before she pats my cheek. “Domina doesn’t play in other women’s playgrounds.” She says in her everyday voice. “And I certainly don’t go begging for seconds after Julie.” A brow rises and her ruby lips part to bare her white teeth. “We’ll celebrate in our own way, boy, once I have you in the appropriate environment.”

Realizing she wasn’t fooling around my posture relaxes. I smile at her. “You and that darn pride of yours.”

She lets out a soft laugh. “I am a proud woman.” She confesses. “Proud of who I am. Of what I am. Proud of the standards I keep. Proud of my daughter and my husband. Proud of my family. Yes, even Julie in a way.” Leaning in she kisses my cheek. “And today, I am especially proud of our little princeling. I thought you so common when I first met you, nowhere near good enough for my sister and certainly not up to my standards.” Patting my shoulder she returns to standing. “I am so glad you proved me wrong, Elliot.”

I shift to sit on the bed, looking up at her with a playful smirk I say. “You love me?”

She rolls her eyes. “Really? You have to ask?”

“Come on, say it.” I giggle. “Everybody else has.”

Shaking her head she says. “You are incorrigible. I’ll work that out of you next time you visit my realm.”

“You love me.” I say again, this time as a statement and not a question.

She doesn’t correct me, which was as good as the words themselves. Taking a deep breath she nods. “I do have to thank you. In all the world there was one man around whom I couldn’t be myself. I cannot tell you how much that bothered me. You broke his spell over me. Over this family.” She glances toward the door. “We will welcome him back eventually. But things will never be the same after today.”

“You chose that, Rebecca. You all did.” I stand. “We’ve got all got our roles to play in this happy hive of ours but there’s still room for freedom.”

“Indeed.” She says. I go to hug her only to have her stop me with a withering scowl. Looking up my sweaty, lube streaked and cum stained body. “Don’t…you…dare.”

I laugh. “Yes, Domina.” Taking her hand instead I kiss it with the deference of a believer kissing the Pope’s ring.

“Good boy.” She purrs. Looking me up and down one last time she nods again. “My sister knows how to choose them. You look after her, Elliot.”

“You know I will.”

Picking up a small leather tote bag that I hadn’t noticed until now she sets it on the bed. “Briana ran home for some things and brought them back for you. She asked me to bring this in for your turn with Lily. She said you’d understand.”

I stare at the bag a moment, already knowing the contents were for Ellie. I don’t show or tell Rebecca, nor does she ask.

Taking a backward step she turns to leave then stops. “Oh, and if you can find some time…could you please come and visit my husband from time to time?” She looks at me, that love in her eyes that was only there when she was thinking about Roger. “He’s taken quite a liking to you.”

I smile. “Tell him I’m looking forward to that fishing trip. Maybe this weekend if he’s not busy.”

She smiles back. “I’ll tell him.”

With that Rebecca raises her chin and in long, powerful strides returns to the other. As the door swings closed behind her I can hear Julie howling with laughter. “That was fast! Ha ha ha ha!”

“Juliet, I swear to God I’ll disown you one of these days.”

The door clicks shut as laughter and voices carry on. Still smiling I turn toward the bag on the bed. Elliot could take a well-earned break. It was now Ellie’s turn.