Saturday, December 28, 2002

Two Views, A Story.

This is an odd literary exercise. Nothing happens in the time frame (teasing the night before to shower afterward) that you can't find in the advice columns in -Cosmopolitan- or -Glamour- or similar magazines. But what goes on in the two characters' heads is entirely different.

Two Views (M/S, M/f, F/m), by Thorney

Copyright 2002 by Thorney. All rights reserved. This is a work of the imagination. You may make a single copy for your own enjoyment. Requests to repost or to post on a website should be made to me at thorney1y @ or thorney1y @


There have been some very nice stories posted recently. And there have been some good discussions lately of 'who trains whom' and 'who pleases whom' in a D/s relationship. I thought it would be an interesting challenge to apply two different mindsets in the same story.

This should probably be printed in parallel columns. Consider flipping a coin to decide which half to read first.


She awoke slowly. Her naked slave was beside her, touching her. The effort in training him, in teaching him to please her so thoroughly, had been well worth it. She felt him cuddled behind her, keeping her back warm the way she liked. She could tell that the slave's cock was stiff. She enjoyed the total control she had over that cock, teasing him, requiring an erection whenever she wanted to toy with him.

She would make him control it for hours, sometimes, teasing him, never allowing release until she was ready to enjoy it. She squirmed, rubbing against that stiffness, to awaken him, and he slowly came alive, worshiping her bottom with his hands, caressing her just as she liked, teasing her nipples awake.

It had taken a lot of training, but now he knew exactly what pleased her, knew her signals. It was like riding a well-trained horse: the smallest motion on her part produced exactly the response she wanted, so quickly and smoothly that the command might be completely invisible to an observer. Having him trained and under her complete control was even more enjoyable than controlling a powerful horse, because she could lead him around any way she wanted, toy with his body, demand any service she could imagine.

She hardly needed to even threaten punishment any more; her complete control of his orgasms, the fact that he knew he must obey completely or suffer any torment she could dream up, guaranteed her control. How she enjoyed teasing him, keeping his cock erect for hours, keeping him attentive to her every whim.

She rolled over, looking at the face of her slave, then at the body of her sex toy. "You are mine", he said, with a sense of wonder. Yes, she was his Mistress, and she knew he loved having her for a Mistress as much as she loved having him for a slave. But she needed to rub it in. "Yes, and I want a really long fuck this morning," she said, pressing her mouth to his. It was important to remind him that she set the pace, he performed at her whim, that she had the right to make him last as long as she wanted and that he was permitted his own pleasure only when - and only if - she ordered it.

His arms went around her, squeezing her just the way she liked, just the places she liked. Men were dumb that way, she thought to herself. So many of them never completely surrendered, never realized that they had to learn to do it exactly the way that gave their Mistress the most pleasure. This slave, once he had completely surrendered, had learned his lessons well. That was one reason she allowed him to spend the night in his owner's bed. She had teased him about it the night before, though, toying with his cock and balls, giving him a hard erection and then going to sleep, leaving him hungry and uncomfortable and very unsatisfied beside her.

Now she thumped him slightly with her midsection. He knew that command. His finger obediently slid to her pussy, teasing gently, just the way she liked. She knew his cock was bursting, but she wouldn't let him put it in her, not yet, not until he worshiped her in every way she desired. How nice to have a trained slave, one she could do anything she wanted with, satisfy her every desire, at her own pace. A slight nudge and his mouth left hers, to worship at her breasts. He licked just the way she liked, a bit of suction. She could signal exactly how she liked it with a bit of pressure on his finger or a nudge.

Just the way she liked it, like masturbating only better, the slave boy's body as her sex toy, his obeying her every whim, knowing he had to obey absolutely if he was to have any hope of her allowing him release. A gentle tap and he was licking both breasts at once, holding both nipples in his mouth and using his tongue on both. She'd thought of having two slaves to work on her nipples, but she'd enjoyed training him, making him learn the contortions to hold his mouth just the way she wanted.

She shoved his head with one hand. He understood the command and slid his head down to worship between her legs. His tongue was on her clit, he was drinking her pussy juices. She shoved him into her pussy hard, tickling herself with his nose, getting his tongue just where she liked it. Could he breathe down there? As long as he was obedient, she didn't care. He was going to lick her exactly as she wanted, for as long as she liked. She could clamp his head hard, keep the slave exactly in his place.

Somehow during one of her orgasms she'd tugged his body to where she could reach his cock, that cock that she owned absolutely, her plaything. She could use it again to tease him, gloating in her control as she put pressure with her tongue on the sensitive spots. She felt him strain as she got to that tender spot behind the scrotum, squeezing the balls, now pressing the whole length of his cock, knowing that he dare not come without permission and she wasn't going to give it, not now, not until she had enjoyed his face pushed even harder into his Mistress' cunt, giving her more orgasms, she had her slave just where she wanted him and she was going to use his face and tease his prick as long as she wanted to. She was bucking again, filling the slave boy's mouth with her juices.

At last she shoved him away from her mouth "Turn around," she said, "I want you on top of me". He obeyed, silently and quickly. She could feel the heat in his stiff prick, she knew how much he needed release. He wouldn't get it yet, not until she decided.

He wasn't allowed to put his cock in until she said so, each step was under her control. She loved torturing him, not letting him know how long each stage would go on, making him pleasure her exactly as she liked until she made the decision whether to move on, whether to let him come or make him suffer.

He lay on top of her as she had trained him, his cock outside her, his balls pressed against her pussy opening. He stroked up and down, pleasuring her clit with his balls. Her hands on his ass controlled the pace and angle. He showered her face with kisses as she controlled him, shoving him a little this way or that to get just the sensation he wanted.

"Put it in", she said. He slid his cock into her slowly, full length, just the way she wanted it. She just held onto it as he lay quietly, then the slave boy started stroking slowly, the way she had trained him, restraining himself as he had been trained. She squirmed, using his cock for herself, squeezing it.

One of her hands went to his balls, teasing them, glorying in the control she had, how easy it was to give him pleasure or pain at her whim, how vulnerable the poor boy was, how freely she could use him for her pleasure. She squeezed his buttock with one hand, held his balls with the other, kept him still as she thrust her pelvis up and down, enjoying using his cock as her private toy.

She'd enjoyed putting him through a program of exercises, during his training, supervising him as he twisted and turned under her complete control. She knew what muscles her slave had, and now she was going to enjoy them.

"Harder", she said quietly. "Faster. Now. Do me hard." He was her toy; she could have exactly what she wanted and exactly when she wanted it. And she got it, as he thrust strongly into her, at just the angle she liked. He didn't have a particularly large cock, she sometimes teased him, but she got every bit he was capable of, her slave was straining to get it in as far as he could, trying to hit her buttons just the way she wanted them hit.

She enjoyed his hands on her bottom, the squeeze as he pushed into her, but she liked her nipples done too. And the rules were that she got exactly what she wanted, every time. Or else.

She tapped his shoulder gently and he got the message. His hands released her bottom and went to her breasts, worshiping them. She enjoyed an even stronger orgasm as he got just the right spot near her nipples, the nerve endings that seemed to run right down to her pussy, mingling to give her pure pleasure.

It seemed so unfair, forcing the slave to twist into such contortions just to add to her pleasure, but that was the point of owning a slave. She didn't have to be fair, she got exactly what she wanted. She gloried in her absolute control as she moved one of his hands slightly and then pulled him hard into her again, watching him suffer as he still had to hold back his own release, hoping she would allow it this time, begging with his eyes.

But she still had one more way to celebrate her control of him before she let him cum. He had to acknowledge her ownership of his ass.

It had been hard the first time she made him submit to having his ass fucked. Whatever his ideas of submission, that had been hard for him. She'd had to work him over, humiliate him thoroughly before that first time he had raised his ass and told her it belonged to her. Now, of course, her complete sex slave, he let her do whatever she wanted.

She kept a dildo handy, but she was enjoying herself too much to reach out for it. She'd do it with her finger. She watched the strain on his face as he watched her lick her finger, his fear and sense of being property, as he realized what she was about to do to him, his joy as he realized she was going to let him cum inside her this time. His thrusts increased in response as her hand went around him. As she thrust the finger into his anus he lost all control, throwing her also into a final paroxysm of ecstacy as the long-delayed load pumped out of him and bathed her insides in hot wetness.

She held him for a bit, but he had work to do. She was going to require him to bathe her, enjoying her slave boy's careful attentions to her body as he gently washed her, and as she toyed with his now thoroughly deflated penis and balls. She loved it when they looked like that, almost like a little boy's except for the hair. Maybe some day she'd shave that off him and see how he looked without it. How he'd blush and cower if she suggested it!

What would she do later today, she wondered? She knew that he was less quick to obey when he was this satisfied. Maybe she'd make him vacuum the place while wearing a bright red pair of frilly see-through panties. She couldn't imagine why men liked that sort of thing, but he was one of the ones that did and she knew it would get him hot and bothered and very obedient again, quickly, with minimal effort on her part. Once you learned a few things about them, men were so easy to lead around, almost literally, by the balls...


He awoke and reached out, encountering her bare flesh. "Mine", he thought happily. "To do what I want with." As his hand cupped her naked ass, he was glad he'd kept the slave girl in his bed last night, to sleep naked beside him. During the night he'd enjoyed touching her as he pleased, squeezing and slapping her bottom, pinching her nipples, using a finger to test the hot dampness of her cunt. He'd woken up cupped behind her, his stiff cock stroking between her bottom cheeks. A gentle pull on her shoulder and she rolled over, her mouth open for him, eyes downcast as they should be, focused briefly on the powerful cock that she was going to be required to please. Then her legs were spreading and her midsection arching toward him as she sought to push and rub her pussy against him.

Her training was coming along so well, he thought to himself. She was well along at learning to hold herself constantly available, her lips always partly open to admit his tongue or cock, her pussy thrusting out or her bottom rolling slightly to show that she was constantly thinking of his cock and ways to please him. It had seemed only fair to reward her with a night in his bed, naked, before he fucked her thoroughly and completely this morning.

He had teased her last night, having her parade naked around the room and letting her worship his cock and balls with her mouth only briefly before he went to sleep. He'd let her spend the night thinking of how he would use her body, in the morning, for his pleasure.

Now it was morning, and his leg went between hers, his hands squeezing her bottom and pushing her hot damp pussy even tighter against him, as he thought about how he would make his slave serve him with her body.

"You are mine," he said, possessively. "Yes", she said, "and I want a really long fuck this morning." He crushed her mouth with his before she could add the "Please, Master" that she had rehearsed for so many days. He had loved forcing the rehearsals on her. "Please fuck me, Master." "Please fuck my cunt." "My cunt belongs to you, Master. Please fuck me hard." She had been embarrassed. She had blushed beautifully at saying those words, at being required to lift her pelvis from the bed and wave her cunt at him as she pleaded to be used as the slave that she was. Now it was second nature, and he was after all the Master, he was free to interrupt her speech and plunder her mouth roughly with his, his hands going around to squeeze her ass.

He was going to tease her this morning. His hand crept to her pubic mound and a finger slid inside. It was hot and wet and juicy, the way he liked it. He felt the slave squirm, pushing herself on the finger harder, twisting around it. That was the way he had trained her, to be hot and hungry and make her need clear. Her need to be fucked, her desire for a hot hard cock to fill her.

His mouth slid down to her left nipple, sucking hard, teasing the tit with his tongue. "Yessss...", she murmured. He moved a hand to her mouth and she licked and sucked in a finger. He enjoyed hearing her plead but it was important to maintain control. Anything put near her mouth was to be kissed and licked, be it his cock or mouth or butt or a hand that was about to spank her. And it was nice to be in such complete control of her actions, her need, her urgency. He could feel it on the finger she was sucking, the tighter sucking when he pushed a bit harder on her twat or squeezed her tender nipple harder. He could let her speak, let her plead for cock, later, right now he liked using her mouth the way he was, and she was, after all, only a slave. He could do exactly as he liked.

Removing his hand from her cunt he tugged her tits together and got both in his mouth at once. He loved stretching them, sucking both nipples, running his tongue around them. It made her squirm more hotly, sucking harder on the finger between her lips, waving her pussy higher as she begged for attention. Her hand came and stroked his head. He adored all the ways she begged him to fuck her mercilessly, with her words and with her body.

She had thought she was uninhibited when she came to him, but she had been reluctant to use the words 'fuck' or 'cunt' or even 'cock'. Now she was required to play close attention to the state of his cock, reach to fondle it whenever he was in reach. To say how much she wanted her cunt fucked by his cock. If she was seated and he was standing, her mouth was to be open to lick his cock. In all ways, all the time, she was to express the submission of the slave girl to her Master's cock.

He'd left her cunt unattended too long. She was humping up and down with her pussy, uninhibitedly pleading. He released her tits from his mouth and slid down her belly. He loved the taste of her when she was hot and juicy, loved feeling her press up as he teased her pussy with his hot breath. He could feel the muscles spasm in her legs as she came, repeatedly.

He shifted his body and her mouth was near his cock. She kissed and licked it, then started caressing the underside of his cock with her nose as she licked his balls. He had loved training her to do that. He'd shove his cock in the slave's mouth many times a day, but he especially liked having her lick his balls just before he fucked her. That's the way a slut should ask for it, he felt, pleading with her tongue for a really hot fuck.

Her tongue went behind his balls, the sensitive spot just below his anus. He loved using her tongue any way he wanted it and any place he wanted it. That was what a slave was for, to be used for her Master's pleasure. He liked having her plead for cock, with her voice when he wasn't using her mouth, with her mouth and tongue on him when he wanted it that way.

Her hands caressed his head, he felt her body convulse as she came repeatedly. When she came she was required to confess her slavery, say "Thank you, Master, Thank you, Master", but now his cock was back in her mouth, fucking her face, and her little speech would have to be postponed. She didn't have to tell him she was cumming, he could feel her buck and he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Then, slowly, he pulled it out. "Turn around," she said pleadingly, "I want you on top of me".

She'd forgotten the "Please, Master", again. She was going to get it, later. He knew she loved the spankings now, loved the fact that she wasn't allowed slacks or shorts, that anytime he could keep her naked or, if she had clothing on, he could simply flip up her skirt and swat her bottom, but even if it was a treat for her, leaving out the "Please Master" was grounds for an extra spanking. Maybe that's why she did it, and he'd have to find a better punishment, like keeping her naked all day.

But right now he was going to fuck her. Hard. He spun around and lay on top of her. His cock pressed against her pubic mound, but from the outside. If she could leave out a "Please Master", he could play hard to get, too. He'd make her ask explicitly. He was humping her pubic mound now, the side of his cock sliding in the slippery wetness, his balls pounding directly on her clit. He liked the way that stimulated his balls, he could go on a long time that way.

She was squirming again, pressing up at him, her arms around him, kissing all over his face. He could feel the convulsions in her legs, her trying to squirm to pull his cock inside. She couldn't have it until she asked. He always insisted that the slave girl confess her need very explicitly.

He pushed harder on her cunt. "Put it in", she begged him. He slid his cock into her slowly, full length, slowly, teasingly. He was going to get a more explicit request than that from his fuck slave. Once it was fully into her, he held it still, watching as she squirmed around on it, trying to push harder against him. He rewarded her squirms a little, with a teasingly slow stroking motion. She was pleading for more, with her eyes, with one of her hands on his balls, gently massaging.

That was how a slave slut should act, he thought, doing all she could to make her Master's cock larger, all she could to beg him for the sort of hard fuck that would prove she was a pure cum slut wanting nothing more than to be filled hard with her Master's cum. With one hand on his bottom and one on his balls, she squirmed and thrust, showing her need for his stiff cock. He still held back, waiting for her to confess her need explicitly as well as with her hot squirming cunt.

"Harder", she said quietly. "Faster. Now. Do me hard." That was what he wanted to hear from her, and he thrust hard into her, pounding away, as if he were whipping her with thrusts of his cock, pressing hard into her and squeezing her ass up toward him to make it even more forceful.

But he wasn't done with her yet. He slowed slightly, pulled his hands from under her and started squeezing her boobs. They were his property too, and he was going to be sure she remembered it. He felt her spasm as he pinched the tits, and her cunt got even hotter and wetter. Her body was his, his toy, a receptacle for his cock and his cum, and he'd enjoy it anyway he wanted and for as long as he wanted. Yes, she could have her Master's seed, but she was going to pay for it. She couldn't kiss his ass while he was fucking her so mercilessly, but she knew that she'd have to do it, at least symbolically, before he'd stop pounding into her wet cunt.

It had been hard work training her to take his cock in her ass. And even harder to get her to kiss his ass, to tongue it the way he liked. She was well trained now, he could get whatever he wanted from a slave girl like her, and he reveled in it. And he insisted on her admitting it every time he fucked her. He saw the tension in her face as she prepared to do what she knew she had to do. Her finger in her mouth, the kiss on her finger to be delivered, her final submission of the morning. Her sexual spasms as she moved her hand around behind him. And the finger, the kiss delivered to her Master's ass as he plunged even harder into her, pumping cum into her cunt, seeming to pump endlessly as his orgasm went on and on and she squirmed and thrashed in his arms.

Afterwards, he took the slave into the shower with him. He loved toying with her body as she was required to submissively bathe his cock and balls. And it was fun feeling how juicy her cunt was after a session like that.

He got to thinking about what he'd do later. He'd pumped a lot of cum into the slave, he realized. However much he liked having her run around the place naked, that wouldn't work this morning unless he wanted puddles of sex juice on the floor. He'd have to put panties on her. But first, he thought, he'd make her kneel naked at his feet and beg for them. And maybe lick his cock for awhile. He'd liked they way she licked his balls this morning, maybe he'd get her to pay extra attention to his balls all day. The thought had a little life stirring in his cock already. Yes, he'd get a lot more out of her yet today...
Thorney 12/2002

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