Slack: A Day in the Life of Ford Aston

“Kneel, please.”

She does, and my fingertips slip out of her pu**y and drag her wetness up her stomach and across her br**sts as she moves. She’s got her head down so I tip her chin up with my finger, still slick with her juices, and then press it against her lips. She opens and licks, then wraps her lips around my finger and gently sucks—her tongue caressing it seductively. I slouch back in the hard dining room chair and unbutton my jeans. “Proceed.”

She leans in and grabs the zipper with her teeth, chancing a quick look up to see if I’m pleased.

I give her nothing, so she looks back down at her task. Once the zipper is down she leans back and waits. The first time she did this, she made the mistake of touching me. Her palms flattened against my thighs and she got a swift smack on the ass with the riding crop, hard enough to make her yelp.

“You’re a good pet,” I praise her for not repeating that mistake.

She sighs with satisfaction as I grab my dick and free it from the jeans. “Begin,” I whisper.

She’s eager and a moment later her hot breath is teasing me as her face moves slowly towards her goal. Her lips part and then her tongue darts out and licks my tip. Her whole mouth opens up and she descends on me, the combination of her warmth, wetness, and desire makes my balls tighten and my shaft stretch. My left hand clamps down on her head while my right hand slides across her throat. She hesitates slightly. I’ve never touched her throat before and I’ve got her wondering, no doubt.

Breath play is not something I do and if she read her contract carefully, she’d know that. But she remains stiff until I remove that hand. I force her down on my cock, a punishment for disappointing me, and then try that throat again. She stiffens and then gags because she’s lost her concentration. I ease up on her head and let her pull back, but she dives back in before I have a chance to dismiss her.

This one catches on quick.

I’ve dismissed her before. The first two times she came over. Once for gagging and once for talking. Since then she’s held the gag reflex in check, and she never again uttered a word.

Like I said, quick learner.

“I don’t like the gagging, pet.” She opens her mouth further and devourers my cock, burying it into her throat. I reach down and palm her neck again, feeling for the muscle strain as I force her to take more. She breathes through her nose, my hard thickness blocking her airway, and then I explode into her, the se**n bursting out as I press my hand against her throat. She swallows… once, twice.

I let go of her head and she withdraws. Licking her lips and eyes cast down. “Look up,” I command.

She lifts her head, but her eyes do not meet my gaze. She’s not allowed to do that either. I stare at her for a few moments. Her make-up is smeared down her cheeks from the tears.

“Sit in my lap.”

She stands, sniffling a little, and perches herself on my thighs. I reach around and play with her clit and this makes her forget her tears and begin to moan. “I’m going to leave you frustrated today. Would you like that?”

She nods out a yes.

“Good. If you want to come back later tonight, I’ll be here at ten.”

This is not customary. I rarely make dates. Pam, my assistant does almost all the scheduling. The pet turns her head to the side, almost like she’s about to ask me something. But then she faces forward again and keeps her mouth shut.

“You were a good pet today. If you come back tonight I’ll show you how much I appreciate your obedience.” I push her up and smack her behind. “Go.”

Her ass sways slightly as she walks. Not in a flaunting way—she knows better than to tease me. I spanked her for that the last time she was here. No, this is just her natural sexy gate. She is sexy, I conclude. Even though her cheeks are not red with my hand prints, I like the view from behind.

“Ten,” I remind her. “Unless you have plans for tonight?”

She stops at the door, probably stunned that I asked her a question. She shakes her head no, and then she takes a deep breath. Uncertain. Wondering if I took that as a no, I’m not coming. Or no, I have no plans.

“You have plans?” I ask to clarify.

She shakes her head no.

“I’m surprised, really. You’re pretty.”

Why does she do this? Why does she participate in this… this… this totally f**ked up arrangement? And it’s not the submissive thing that makes me wonder. Lots of women enjoy being submissive. That’s not weird. What’s weird is that she allows me to treat her like she’s worthless. I’ve never understood this.

I love it, don’t get me wrong. I love that there are women who will put aside their own needs and submit to my whims. Not speak to me, not touch me with their hands—and still pleasure me sexually. But what could she possibly get out of it? More often than not I pay no attention to them. I’ve left this pet sitting on the mat outside the door for hours. Twice. And once I never even showed up. I have no idea how long she stayed waiting because I couldn’t even be bothered to check the security footage to find out.

I am the first to admit that my rules are unreasonable. My behavior is atrocious. My indifference is derogatory. But if the pets don’t care, why should I?

She contemplates my statement, probably wondering if she’s supposed to actually address it. But she decides correctly that I really do not give a f**k, and she exits quietly.

I tuck my dick back into my pants and reach for my coffee and take a sip.