Captured

JW hadn't heard anything while he was laying out his clothes for the evening out, but still considered it prudent to check anyway. As she was half bent over the tub, he slid his hand along her thigh until he could slid his thumb straight up into his pussy.

Her juices flowed copiously down his thumb and across his hand as Barbara moaned needfully.

Stripping he stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the hot water, wincing as his balls first made contact. With a sigh he settled into place, and whispered, "Good job, the water is perfect."

He heard her grab a bar of soap and begin washing him, starting at the feet. He looked at her and smiled, "Trying to soften me up to allow you to cum?"
 
"Good job, the water is perfect."

Barbara thrilled at his praise, and blushed, her pleasure evident on her face. She grabbed the soap, and began to lather it, washing him with her hands.

"Trying to soften me up to allow you to cum?"

She decided to be honest.

"You betcha!! Is it working??!"

She grinned at him, palming his cock hopefully.
 
JW laughed gently and said, "Why Sweetie, I haven't even begin to train you fully to cum on command. If I allow you to do so before you learn that, then I am a liar, am I not?"

JW rocked his hips back and forth in Barbara's hand while she washed him gently. "But I will shower you with my cum."
 
He was determnined then, to train her to cum on demand. Was such a thing even possible???? How long would it take???

She barely suppressed her plea. But Master, I want to cum NOW Just as well, it would have reinforced his position, no doubt.

She held his cock tight in her fist, massaging his balls with the other, as she pumped him, using the rhythm he enjoyed.

But I will shower you with my cum."

She was going to protest, but he had called her Sweetie, and no doubt there was a nicer way, and a less pleasant way to be trained, and for now, she wanted the nicer way, so she smiled and pumped his cock until her wrist ached, ignoring the throbbing deep within her cunt.
 
JW leaned back in the tub a few minutes, feeling and luxuriating in Barbara's caresses and tugging. With out opening his eyes, "Climb in Sweetie, we have to get you all cleaned up too."

As she settled in the tub, he positioned her to sit between his legs, leaning against him. His hard cock pressing along her spine. Taking the wash cloth he began to wash her slowly, sensually. His touch was feather light, then firm; changing the rhythm and pressure at random.

He could hear and feel her breathing begin to come faster under his ministrations, her ass wiggling between his thighs. His hand lowered along her stomach until he could reach the sensitive nub between her legs. He flicked a finger across it repeatedly, driving her quickly to the edge of an orgasm only to gently back her off, leaving her quivering as he started the process again.

JW's lips fluttered against her ears as he said, "The phrase that will allow you to cum is, 'Show me how much you love me.' "

His hands slowed again as Barbara approached an orgasm and he whispered, "Under no circumstances will you cum unless I say, or whisper that to you, understand?"
 
Poor Barbara was close to going insane with lust!! She rushed repeatedly to the brink only to hover there unfulfilled, quivering with need. She ground her bottom against Master's rock hard tool in the hopes that he might fuck her and let her cum.

She was so sorry now that she hadnt fucked him raw on the roadside asking permission nicely to cum! This was torture!!!
 
JW craned Barbra's head until he could see in her eyes, holding them with his own. One hand rolled in her hair, one between her legs massaging his pussy gently.

"Because you need to feel how satisfying it is to obey me, willingly and not because you fear the punishments," he whispered.

His hand between her legs rotated and he filled her suddenly with two fingers at once, his thumb brushing against the clit. Softly, he whispered, "Show me how much you love me."
 
His fingers teased and tormented her, promisng things they didn't deliver, and Barbara was so determined not to fail. She concentrated hard on every non sexy thought she could muster, so when Master uttered the words she longed to hear, she almost missed them......... almost.

"Show me how much you love me."

throwing her head back against his chest, she screamed as she came, her body convulsing, her climax multiplied in magnitude because of the length of time she had teetered on the brink. It was good.
 
JW held her in his arms, his legs holding hers in place as a violent orgasmic volcano erupted within her. His eyes were still on hers and watched them glaze over in pleasure.

He whispered, "Sweetie, this is the tip of the iceberg of the things I will make you feel. Say the devotional, Sweetie."
 
"Sweetie, this is the tip of the iceberg of the things I will make you feel. Say the devotional, Sweetie."

Barbara had to think for a minute, before her mind cleared and she remembered that to which he referred.

'He is my master....... I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him."

As she said it, she pressed her thighs tightly together, feeling the pulsing deep within her pussy, the tug in her womb, the quiver of pleasure which passed through her.

"Thank you master!"
 
JW nodded and then began washing Barbara. His touch was smooth and methodical, touching her, caressing her, building the desire in her again. He whispered intermittently into her ear, his lips brushing against her ear lobe, intensifying the experience for her.

"I promise, Sweetie," he whispered, "The day that you give yourself to me because you love me, and not afraid will be the greatest day of both of our lives."
 
"The day that you give yourself to me because you love me, and not afraid will be the greatest day of both of our lives."


Suddenly, she felt like crying. Wasn't that what she was doing?? What more did he want of her?? And was she capable of giving it???

She turned her face and pressed against his chest, wanting nothing more than to climb on his, and ride him til they both climaxed. But he hadn't told her to do that, and she wanted to appear obedient. No, she wanted to BE obedient.

"So, where are we going tongiht? Is it a surprise, or will you tell me?"
 
JW watched the shock and torment in Barbara's eyes and the welling of tears. She suddenly blurted out "So, where are we going tonight? Is it a surprise, or will you tell me?"

"Of course, Sweetie, I will tell you." JW said softly. His hands roamed over her again. His right hand settle between her legs, his ring and forefinger spread her lower lips while his middle finger played along her slit.

"We are going to a place down near the river, where they won't mind so much if you and I be ourselves."
 
Okay. That sounded intriguing! Barbara didn't have much time to think on it though, as her Master began to tease and arouse her once more. He had parted her pussy lips, and was stroking her wet slit, rubbing the length of her clit. She was trembling with need, her already sensitive flesh being excited even more.

She wanted to close her legs, more than anything, but she obeyed her Master, and allowed him to play, enduring the bittersweet torture, fighting the need to cum.
 
JW played with his pussy a long time, the water beginning to chill slightly. She squirmed in his lap for most of the play session. He kept her at the teetering edge of orgasm without letting her fully go.

"Okay, Sweetie, put your dress, and nothing else on, and I will get dressed."

As she cleared the tub, he swatted her ass gently, "And don't relieve yourself by cumming sweetie."
 
Drying herself was torture. He had warned her not to pleasure herself, and yet she was in an absolute agony of desire, with her clit feeling enormous. She wanted to press her thighs together, hard, knowing that that small action alone would be enough to send her over the edge. With a huge effort, she obeyed Master, and dried off, carefully avoiding her quivering pussy.

"Okay, Sweetie, put your dress, and nothing else on, and I will get dressed."


She went and pulled on her dress, and fixed her hair, pressing her feet into a pair of high heeled strappy sandals, that elongated her legs, and then she went downstairs, seeking his approval.
 
JW watched as Barbara came bounding into the room, her glorious tits swaying heavily under the thin veneer that made up the sun dress. His eyes traveled down her body, a gloriously sexy body, until he came to the hem of the dress.

From there his eyes darted straight down to the high heeled shoes she was wearing. "So, you love me enough to cum, but not enough to obey me?"
 
"So, you love me enough to cum, but not enough to obey me?"

"Hmmm???"

Barbara was confused, and her smile dimmed, as she tried to work out what he meant. Suddenly, realisation hit, and she kicked off her shoes, and looked crestfallen.

"Sorry, I didn't think the shoes counted."

She was disappointed with herself. It seemed she was always letting him down, even when she was trying her hardest. She put on a bright smile, determined to make it up to him, to prove she could do better.
 
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JW shook his head and looked at her. "Part of that was true, you didn't think it through. If you had, you would have understood what I tasked you with, and done it correctly."

He stepped to the side, and said, "Go get in the back of the van," pointing out of the back door.
 
"Go get in the back of the van,"

Barbara went to do as she was told, climbing glumly into the back. This meant she was in disfavour once more. She had hoped to be allowed to sit up front with him, like she had before she had disobeyed him, landing herself in yet more trouble.

"Yes Master!"

She sat into the back of the van, and wondered if she was supposed to lie down, or whether she should just sit with her back to the side. She chose the latter, and waited for the door to slide closed, wondering what lay ahead.
 
JW shook his head as Barbara went to the van and crawled into the back of it. He followed behind her and stood at the door as she settled herself into place.

His voice was full of exasperation as he said, "Take off the fucking shoes and give them to me."
 
"Take off the fucking shoes and give them to me."

Barbara looked at him, confused.

"I took them off in the house before I came out.... I ...I kicked them off, as soon as I knew they were offending you.... I'm sorry!"

She watched as the door slid closed, and then, a little later, the engine started.
 
((Oops, so she did))

JW looked in confusion for a moment. Then glanced at her feet. Upon seeing her barefoot, he wondered when she kicked them off and how he had not noticed.

Closing the door, he walked around the van and climbed in starting it up. "Sorry Sweetie, I should have seen that, not sure how I didn't."

Putting the van in gear, JW headed down the hill. At the bottom he climbed out to move the cattle guard and open the gate. After moving the van forward he began to get out to open the gate, slowed, then said, "Sit up front Sweetie, it appears even I make mistakes."
 
"Sit up front Sweetie, it appears even I make mistakes."

Barbara brightened up immensely, and scrambled into the front seat, putting on her seatbelt, and snuggling up against Master, delighted to be allowed to sit up front.

She watched as the scenery flew by, and then allowed her hand to fall to his crotch, and she tentatively began to squeeze him through his pants, as she looked forward to their evening out. How, she wondered was she going to manage in a restaurant barefoot, without garnering attention?? Still, she had been in the general store earlier, dressed in far less, so she would let Master worry about that. For now, she was excited about being out.
 
JW reached over and cupped one of Barbara's massive tits and began massaging it through the thin fabric of the sun dress. He could feel her nipple hardening in the palm of his hand. He pulled on it slightly and heard her gasp at the pleasure and pain that fired through her tit into the rest of her body.

It was nearly an hour drive to the restaurant, which was attached to an old motel that once was a Best Western. The tires crunched over the gravel parking lot surface as they pulled in and parked halfway back. The restaurant served Americana food but had two separate dining rooms. The first was for the guests of the motel and the residents of the small town.

The second was for invited guests only, and was the part that kept the old motel and restaurant in business.

Walking around the van, JW opened the door and let Barbara out of the van then swooped her off her feet into his arms. The hem of her dress sagged low, exposing most of her thighs. He easily carried her to the side door, the one entering the second dining room and set her down inside the doorway.

"Listen to me Sweetie." JW said. "This restaurant caters to those in alternative lifestyles. You are not to look any person of authority in the eyes here. Do you understand? Show them deference."
 
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