“Have you learned your lesson? About asking permission?”
“Uh huh,” I moaned, mindlessly squirming and thrusting my hips the inch that they’d move from the confines of my binds.
“Show me.”
I didn’t understand at first, and just kept whining and whispering please please please until at last it clicked. I whimpered out a mewling, “Please let me come, sir.”
My vagina had begun to clench the moment he pulled open my night table drawer. Once he pressed the rumbling little vibrator against me, the orgasm hit me more like a tsunami than the usual slowly increasing waves. I screamed out my gratitude and relief as the long awaited spasms took over, harder than I’d ever felt them before. The peak of my pleasure felt nearly as endless as the edging torture that led up to the moment, but it did eventually subside, leaving me dizzy and gasping.
Once the buzzing of the vibrator stopped, I could see the professor was just as flushed as I was after witnessing my long awaited screams. His choice of punishment accidentally included himself as some sort of collateral damage. His over-excitement was quite evident, pushing against his pants, and I still had enough pent up desire to spare. He began to unzip in a hurry once I whispered, “Take me, sir.”
He had no second thoughts, clutching the tops of my shoulders and plunging his freed length deep into me. This meant both my holes were now stuffed full. I moaned from the deeply submissive sensation of it, not to mention my current position, spread wide and still bound from my punishment. He groaned, pulling back slightly and slamming forward with all his frustrated energy.
Every single thrust was forceful and deep, testing the bonds of my ankles and wrists as the headboard jolted and rocked, sometimes banging into the wall behind me. Compared to last night, this was a frenzied experience, showing both our true colours. This was just as much lovemaking to us as last night – as strange as it might seem to others.
I could hear his groans rapidly getting hoarse and deep and so I encouraged him just whispering yes yes yes and he moaned just under my ear, finishing as he froze into his final hard thrust inside.
That night I went to sleep in his arms, in the master bedroom, transitioning from his housemaid to simply, his. I won’t forget what he said before closing his eyes that night. “Some things are worth the wait…”
EpilogueMy bedroom closet, over time, became filled with various outfits. Sometimes I was a slave-girl, and sometimes a schoolgirl, and sometimes a rebellious civilian taking a daring but naughty stand against the new government. (Professor Brooks had been reading a lot of science fiction in those days.)
The only things that didn’t change were my locket, which I never took off, his gorgeous old house, and us. Eventually he officially stopped my paycheques and joined our bank accounts instead. I was no longer his employee, not on paper. That didn’t mean I didn’t, very often, still wear my housemaid uniform. But whenever I cooked and cleaned, I did so only out of care and devotion.
Two years later I was trying on a bridal gown, almost certain I’d choose it for the big day. There was a bow in the back, like how my apron was always tied in the days when I wore one daily. I thought of how the professor would love that.
“He’ll love the bow,” I said.
“And what do you think?” asked the shop girl.
“I love it, too. We have the same taste often times. Books, food, all kinds of odd things.”
“That’s so sweet,” she said. “And how did you two meet?”
I felt my cheeks flush slightly in response, thinking of my first few months with the professor. After another spin to view the bridal gown in the mirror, I used my tried and true answer. “A personal ad,” I said. No one ever asked after further that, so the fact that the personal ad was one for a housemaid rather than a girlfriend was our little secret. One of many.
“A personal ad! Like in the newspaper? Wow, I didn’t know people did things like that anymore.”
“My fiancé does quite a lot of things people rarely do anymore,” I said, twisting around to better see the bow tied behind my back. That settled it. I turned to the shop girl and smiled. “I think this is the one.”
The EndAuthor’s Note: I hope you all enjoyed this story. Any feedback you have for me is much appreciated.
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