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(M/f, BDsm, cons, romance, incest)

Aunt Brini
bySummerElizabeth8©

.... part 1

My divorce had been final for a year, and there was still a hole in my life. My ex was a cocky, stubborn, selfish bad boy that had screwed half the ladies in town before I figured out what he was up to. Luckily, when my father agreed to help us finance the boarding stables, he decided to keep the deed in his name until the loan was paid in full. That way, when my lying asshole ex got caught, I didn't have to give him half of the stables in the divorce settlement. Or so my father told me later, and I was profoundly grateful. Then, the place was mine, and I was content, but not really happy. I loved the companionship of being married, and I REALLY missed the sex. But since my divorce, I have been leery of men, not really trusting any of them or my own instincts enough to weed out the bad ones.

At 32, I still had a nice figure and smooth skin. I kept my long brown hair in a braid most days. My firm 36C breasts often peeked out of my low cut tank tops as I worked. The skimpy shirts are convenient and comfortable, both of which are a plus when dealing with animals all day in the heat. Plus, they made me feel sexy and sensual, which I really needed as an ego boost at that point in my life.

It was the hottest summer that anyone around here could recall. The thermometer skyrocketed to 101 with a relative humidity of about a gazillion. I really didn't mind all that, except I thought that I should maybe dress a little more conservatively with my nephew coming to stay with me. Since my ex-brother in law was career military, their family had been overseas in Germany for a long time. I had not seen them in eight years. Instead of calling me Sabrina when he was younger, my nephew called me Brini. It was cute, and it had stuck through the years.

Jack was 23, a year out of college, and disillusioned with life in the big city. He said he wanted to come out to the "Boonies" and help me on the farm. The place isn't huge, but I could always use an extra hand. I was also excited over the prospect of having someone there to talk to and hang out with, although I wasn't sure how much we were going to have in common. I felt so old and he was bright and young.

I picked him up from the train station at 3 that afternoon. I recognized him immediately, but he had grown so tall! As he made his way towards me, I realized with a shock that he now stood well over six feet tall compared to my 5'6". His frame was no longer the skinny kid I remembered, but lean and muscled. His blond hair was cut short and neat, and his smile dazzled with beautiful pearly whites. I noticed several women in the terminal stop to just stare at him as he walked past. When he got to me, he looked down with his gorgeous green eyes, grinned, and pulled me into a bear hug that took my breath away.

When we broke away, we were both laughing and smiling. I felt a familiar ease with him immediately and I could tell that he felt the same about me. We collected his luggage, threw it in the back of the Jeep, and headed for home.

"All I have eaten today is vending machine crap, so just about any real food would be good," he told me.

"Was it a long ride?" I asked

"From Chicago to Colorado Springs is a hell of a haul on a train," Jack said. "Beautiful, but I would have been better off if I drove myself," he laughed.

We had a wonderful dinner that night, and caught up on old times. The two bottles of wine that we consumed with dinner went to my head pretty quickly. Around 11, I showed Jack his room, and headed down the hall to bed. I usually sleep in the nude, but tonight I thought I had better put on a nightgown. I could probably go naked again in the future, but better that we relaxed into a household routine first.

We settled into an easy companionship in the next few weeks, working and living alongside each other. He was open and friendly, and knew just how to make me laugh. I asked Jack if he had any interest in the nightlife in town.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said. "I did some pretty heavy partying in Chicago and it gets old after a while. Maybe some other time." He gave me another of his thousand watt smiles that melted my knees and made my pussy grow damp.

About a week later, we were working together in the barn.

"Aunt Brini, I'm headed in," he said to me.

"Go ahead," I replied. "It is almost quittin' time anyway."

I finished my chore with dirty thoughts on my mind about how good he looked without a shirt or as I watched his muscles flex. I had quit berating myself for having these lustful thoughts. It was a normal female reaction to such a beautiful sight, and it wasn't like I was ever going to act on any of these feelings, right?

When I entered the house, I heard water running in the bathroom, and I assumed he was in the shower. I banged on the door.

"Hey don't take all the hot water!" I yelled jokingly.

"If you don't want to waste it, then come in with me!" he yelled back, laughing.

"Yeah, right!" was my snappy reply, and I wandered into my bedroom to get some clean clothes. He had to be joking, but the way it made my pussy feel was no laughing matter.

He came out with only a towel wrapped around his hips and stood in my doorway. He was still damp, his hair tousled, his skin glowing.

"It's all yours," he said looking directly at me without a hint of laughter now.

I looked back at him and felt the sparks fly in my stomach, and I wasn't sure if he meant the shower or something else. I chose to take it at face value. "Thanks," I mumbled as I got up and made my way into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and I heard his throaty laughter as he sauntered down the hall. I took my shower quickly. I didn't want to stimulate myself further and do something I would regret.

When I unlocked the door, the house was quiet. I assumed that Jack had gone out to sit on the porch and catch the cool evening breeze. I padded down the hall and noticed that his door was slightly ajar. Catching a movement from within, I couldn't help but creep closer, curious. What I saw would have kept any red blooded woman rooted to the spot. My nephew was standing naked, with his back to me in front of the window, looking out. He was slowly stroking his cock to attention. His smooth buttocks were beautiful and perfect, and all I could think about was grabbing a cheek with one hand as I grabbed his meat with the other hand.

Suddenly, he shifted slightly, and I got a good view of his tool. It had to be at least 8" long and thick in girth. It was magnificent, and I let out a small gasp. He heard me and turned around to meet my eyes. I saw a small smile at the corner of his lips before a more stern expression took its place.

"Aunt Brini, were you watching me?" he demanded. "That was very naughty of you." He strode over to me, not caring about his nudity or full erection. He took me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"Naughty girls get punished, you know," he said. I didn't answer him, as I was stunned into silence. "I have noticed the way you have been looking at me lately. Like I was your lunch. But it is about time that you understand that I am the man and I am in charge. You will submit to me and be punished for invading my privacy."

He let go of my shoulders and guided me by the elbow down the hall and into my bedroom. I was powerless to resist, not even able to find my voice. I was scared silly, but excited at the same time, instinctively knowing that this boy, (no, not boy. This person leading me was a man) this man was going to take me places that I had never dreamed.

In my bedroom, Jack leaned me over the end of the bed until I was completely bent at the waist, my ass in the air, and totally vulnerable. The towel that I had wrapped myself in after my shower felt like it was riding up leaving my ass cheeks exposed to his hot gaze. I was totally mortified by being forced into this position, and even more humiliated when I realized that he had taken his belt out of his pants and was holding the buckle in his hand in preparation for using the leather end to discipline my peeping self. He stood back admiring the view for a few minutes before bringing the belt down lightly on the underside of my exposed cheek. I jumped in surprise, but there was little pain.

"I know you think that was too easy, but I want you to count them as I finish. This will serve as a reminder that I am the one in control. You will be getting twenty lashes and I will not stop before I am done. If you get up or attempt to stop me, I will force you to accept it and we will begin from the start. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"Yes, Sir," He corrected me.

"Yes Sir," I repeated. How could I be getting so turned on from this? Me, who swore independence from men. Me who vowed never to let another man control my life. "Get a grip," I thought to myself. "This is just some kinky sex and nothing more. I'm in, he's in, just go with it and maybe we will still be able to look at each other at the breakfast table."

My thoughts were swiftly interrupted by a sharp crack and sting on my left ass cheek. "One!" I ground out. That hurt! He pushed the hem of the towel up over my back, and I was completely open and on display. I was also completely humiliated knowing that he could now clearly see that my pussy was wet and excited.

Another sharp crack and this time it was my right cheek on fire. "Two, Sir!"

He spanked my ass several more times in various areas as I counted off "Three, sir!" Slap. "Four, Sir!" Slap. "Five Sir!" My ass was on fire and we were only 5 smacks in! I was arching my ass and back in circles trying to escape the lingering sting, and succeeding only in getting more aroused by the second. He stood back and looked at his handiwork as I writhed.

"You are beautiful like that. Your ass is already glowing pink. I think we can achieve a nice red color before we are done," He said with a grin.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! His blows landed as I counted them off, sinking deeper into depravity. My whole body was on fire now, blood singing in my veins. I felt so raunchy! Bent over my bed while my nephew administered a sound spanking to correct my naughty behavior. "Unnnnngh," I groaned and he stopped again at 10.

His hands caressed my tender rear and he leaned over to croon in my ear. "You are doing a wonderful job. You are halfway there, sweetheart. Halfway there." He stood up again and I arched my back inviting him to complete his task. I was beyond rational thought at this point, only caring that I was pleasing him by taking my punishment well.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK! He gave me five more in quick time as I struggled to keep up with the count. My senses were starting to go into overload, and it almost became too much. He stopped again to briefly rub my smarting ass and leaned over to look me in the eye.

"Look at me!" He commanded. I was compelled to do as I was bidden, and I saw only admiration and love in his eyes. "You've done great. You only have five more to go. Okay?" He waited for me to respond. I hesitated. Was he asking my permission? Some instinct buried deep inside me told me that if I went with him, I would not regret it. I nodded. "Say it!" he said as he jerked my hair slightly.

"Okay, yes. Yes Sir!" I gasped as he jerked harder to remind me.

The last five straps were agonizingly sharp and came at a slower pace to help me keep up with the count. I was dying to reach back and rub my aching ass, but he had not told me to so I stayed put. He brought up his own hands again to stroke my throbbing buns, but this time his finger wandered a little lower, rubbing just the outer lips of my juicy pussy. I moaned and he chuckled slightly at my predicament. He leaned over and captured my mouth in a long, slow, hot kiss as he continued to rub my cunt and ass cheeks. I was almost in a frenzy of longing when he stood and ordered me to get on my knees in front of him.

"You have a steamy little cunt, there, Aunt Brini. I think that you liked being a naughty little slut. " He wanked his huge cock slowly in front of my face while he spoke. "I know you like what you see, little slut. I heard Mom & Dad talking about how it has been a long time for you and how you needed to get back on the horse. I think Dad even had some ideas about helping you out in that regard himself. But too bad for him I got here first. You are mine. Open your sweet mouth."

I did as I was told, not daring to believe what I was hearing. Did he really plan all of this from the beginning? I had no time to think about it as my attention was directed at his cock, sliding over my open lips and cheeks. He took his sweet time, but finally forced my mouth down on his erect member telling me to suck it slowly and enjoy.

He tasted like heaven in my mouth as I eagerly swirled my tongue up down and around his luscious crown. I savored the swelling head in my mouth for a few before easing my lips down the shaft. I bobbed up and down, guided by his hands in my hair. After I had his cock all juiced up, he pressed my head down further and I opened up to receive his cock into my throat. I gagged slightly not used to the sensation. He eased up a bit, and I instinctively took a deep breath. He pressed my head down again so that the crown was lodged in my passage. I held it there massaging the tip with my throat muscles until the urge to choke became too strong and he eased up again, half dicking my face until I calmed down and he could resume fucking my throat.

"You were born for this," he told me. "What my asshole Uncle wanted with all those other sluts for is beyond me. He could have had his very own gorgeous little slut at home, just waiting to be used," he whispered to me. "You are enough woman for any real man."

I was startled at his words, but my spirits soared and I strove to maintain my composure as he steadily stroked his fat cock in and between my stretched lips. I couldn't believe that I was on my knees, my hunky nephew fucking my face, my horny pussy gaping for attention. I had never felt so alive as I did at that moment. He truly had brought out the slut in me. He picked up the belt again, and I moaned. "Just a few love taps, beautiful. Something to warm you up again." I didn't think that I needed any more warming up, but I was starting to trust him to make it good, and tried to maneuver to display my already reddened ass for his belt.

He slapped gently at my ass cheeks as his hips moved in and out still working his fat prick in my mouth. The harder he smacked, the harder I sucked on his prick until I was almost in a frenzy, my cheeks stinging and throbbing from the abuse. His movements became short and jerky, and he told me he was about to come.

"I want you to swallow every drop, Aunt Brini," he instructed.

I plunged my face down on his cock and he exploded. I could feel his spunk splashing at the back of my throat, and I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with his spasms. He grabbed my hair and forced me to stay down on his pole as he finished. I massaged his wilting cock with my tongue before swallowing and coming up for air. I was almost afraid to look him in the eye, but I felt compelled.

He was smiling. "You are fantastic, Aunt Brini," he told me. "You obeyed me completely. What a good little slut you are." I flushed at his words, in awe of the fact that I was actually proud at what he was saying. My ass was still on fire and I was wagging my hips in a silent plea for attention to my hungry pussy. He grinned at me. "Are you a horny little slut after your punishment?" he asked me. I could only blush and nod as he looked down at me. "Well that is part of the punishment, slut. You are not allowed to come without my permission, ever again. I will punish you severely for that. And I don't mean a beginner's spanking like I just gave you either, slut. You will be getting the real deal, understand?"

I stared at him. Did he really mean to turn me into his own personal slut? Instead of the outrage that I expected at the thought of this, my pussy contracted, and I swear that I almost came right there. He chuckled and bent down to my level to whisper in my ear, "Yes, slut. I am going to use and enjoy your sweet body from here on out. You belong to me now and you will submit to me. In every way. Understand?" he asked again quietly.

I looked him in the eye and felt another rush of pride and lust as I gathered my courage and said "Yes, Sir."

.... part 2

We went to bed together that night. Naked, we touched and cuddled each other before Jack gently pushed my head down to his stiffening cock again. I gladly took it into my mouth and slobbered all over the head before swallowing it into the back of my throat. He spoke softly to me while I suckled him.

"This is a dream come true for me, Aunt Brini. I have grown up loving you. You are all I have ever wanted," he crooned. When you and Uncle Jim split, I thought I might never see you again. When Mom told me that you might welcome some company, I knew that I had to come see you. I have been watching you work and live these past few weeks, hearing you try to satisfy yourself at night. I knew that you would never make the first move, so I had to do something to force your hand." He lifted me up by the arms to face him.

"I want you to know here and now that I am nothing like my Uncle Jim. I will never cheat on you, never lie to you, never treat you other than how you deserve to be treated. In return, I expect the same from you. I am very serious about this, Aunt Brini."

I was momentarily at a loss for words. One second I was being compelled to suck his cock, and the next second he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. I wasn't sure what to think.

"Jack, you are only 23. You have never even had a serious girlfriend. What makes you think that you can commit to me?" I asked.

"Haven't you been listening to me?" he asked. "I have been waiting for you. I have never even wanted to commit to anyone else. I love you."

I stared at him, still unsure how to react. It wasn't that I didn't care for him; this was just all a little much to take in at the moment.

"I can see that I have caught you off guard with this," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I think we will just deal with one emotion at a time. Lust, in this case," he said as he pushed my head back down again to push his beautiful cock into my mouth.

I was all for that. I was unprepared for dealing with this tide of emotion, but I could certainly take care of our most pressing needs at the moment. I bent my head and continued sucking on his luscious popsicle. I moaned around the meat in my mouth and tried to imagine what lay ahead. It was clear that he was in charge in the bedroom. I was still so horny that I was wagging my hips in the air as I sucked. I wanted to ask permission to cum, but at the same time, I wanted to draw out this experience as long as possible.

He permitted me to gobble on his stick for a few minutes, but I could tell that he was really interested in something more. "Stay up on your hands and knees," he told me. He moved up behind me out of my sight and was silent. I could tell he was looking at my most private places. I was embarrassed but so turned on at the same time. How could this be? I had never felt so open and vulnerable.

I wasn't a virgin when I got married, but I wasn't too experienced either. I had never in my life experienced anything like I was feeling at that moment under his quiet examination.

All of the sudden, I felt a fingertip brushing my outer labia. It was gentle and wispy but in the next second entered my inner lips to feel the moisture. I was also embarrassed that I was so wet and ready for him. What must he think of me? I was acting like a nasty slut, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering and moving my hips in tiny circles to the motions of his finger. I wanted to get fucked so badly, I was in heat.

Still, he went slowly, setting a maddening tempo as his fingers brushed my clit again and again. I was primed and ready, and I guess he finally decided he was too, because I felt him move up behind me on the bed. He bent over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his cock brushing my pussy lips, and I arched my back, ready to finally receive him. He pushed my shoulders down and grabbed my hair.

He let just the tip of his pole rest on my slick lips as he pulled my hair back slightly. Then, growling low in his throat, he slid his cock into my tight channel. It had been a long time since I was with a man, but I was so wet that he slid in to the hilt with only a few strokes. His groan echoed mine. The sensations were exquisite. He held himself inside of me and flexed his shaft a few times before sliding out and back in again. My pussy was so slick that he had no trouble establishing a smooth rhythm.

He started slow at first, which was maddening. I needed to get FUCKED! I tried bucking my hips back to meet his, but he slowed and gave me a few short strokes to stop me. "Does the little slut need it bad?" He whispered to me. "Your pussy is dripping down your thighs," he laughed softly. His voice was mesmerizing. "You needed my cock so bad I am surprised that you didn't jump me as soon as I got off the train. You are going to get every last inch of my cock, little slut. In more ways than one."

His last statement was somewhat ominous, but I was too far gone to notice or really care at that point. He grabbed me around the waist and rolled us over so that I was on top facing away from him. I couldn't help myself; I started almost jumping up and down on his prick. I balanced myself by holding his hands and plunged up and down as deeply as I could. It felt so good, I never wanted to stop. Every nerve in my body was responding to this man's attentions. My breasts and nipples were rock hard as I bounced, getting sore, but I didn't care about that, either.

Jack slowed my pace, and untangled his hands from mine. He grabbed my hips and stilled my movements entirely, jerking his cock inside me again when I was completely still. I could feel the head flex against my inner walls, and I whined, desperate for the friction to continue. Desperate for anything to continue! When he lifted me up off of his rod I started to protest, but he grabbed me by the hair and brought my mouth down to his hard cock again. "Clean it!" he ordered.

I shied away, but he pushed down harder with my hair wrapped around his fist and I submitted, opening my lips to receive his slimy cock. I had never tasted myself, and I was surprised at the sweet but pungent taste as he forced my lips up and down, gathering the moisture. His hands guided my motions more than I was, and I could tell that he wanted me to take him deep again. I went as far down as I could, smelling my juice in his pubic hair also. His hands held my throat around his cock head, and I started to struggle involuntarily. "Hold it while I count to five," Jack directed me. I tried my best to stay calm while he counted, wanting to please him and do what I was told. When he reached five, he flexed again and I wretched as he withdrew, saliva dripping down my chin.

"Nicely done, little slut. Two down and one to go," he said, and it dawned on me what his intentions were. I started to backpedal, literally. I didn't want to tell him no, but I was not entirely sure that I was ready for this. He followed me backwards and covered my body with his. His form was breathtaking.

He looked down at me intensely. "This is it, Brini. The moment where you decide where we go from here." I saw the sexual desire still present in his eyes, but there was something more. Something coming from deeper in his soul. I swear, in that instant, I was a goner. "You and me. Here and now. Today and beyond. This is it. What's it going to be?" He demanded of me.

I took a moment to truly look at the man above me. In a flash, I realized that he was a real man, a decent man and a man that I could trust and depend on. He had been showing me that for weeks. And if he was a little kinky in bed, well, so much the better for me. I was tired of hiding from myself and hiding from life. I looked him in the eye, took a deep breath and jumped in with both feet. "Yes," I said simply.

He gave me a conquering smile, and a dazzling kiss that left me breathless. I arched my body up against his, and he gathered me beneath him before slipping back inside me and easing in and out. He was back to being a teaser, stroking slowly a few times and then slamming into me and holding himself inside. He tortured me like that until I thought I would burst, shaking my head back and forth and then he turned all business again.

"I am going to fuck your tight little ass tonight, Aunt Brini," He whispered in my ear at the same time his fingers lightly pinched my clit. I moaned, but I could no longer protest. I was his. And I wasn't sure that I wanted to protest any longer. I knew that it would hurt, but he had made everything else so good. Including the spanking, thinking back on it. I was ready to trust him on this, too. I rolled over on the bed onto all fours and held my ass up high, offering myself to him.

He kissed both of my ass cheeks, almost reverently, before opening my nightstand drawer. I blushed as I realized that he was reaching for the bottle of lube that I keep in there to use with my dildo. I was mortified that he had heard me at night. I had been denying that I needed a real man, but that was over now. I wanted him to take me to places I had never been before. I knew that he was capable.

He kept up a steady stream of murmurs in my ear as he worked to prepare my asshole. With his fingers pinching my clit, he said to me, "I know that you're scared, Aunt Brini. You know this is going to hurt, no matter how much I prime your tight hole." I moaned and ground my cunt back into his hand. "But I promise you that one day, I am going to tie you to the bed and render you completely helpless," he continued. "I am going to lube my cock with your mouth and then I am going to use that sweet ass as much as I want," he said as I felt the tip of his finger apply the slippery gel to the rim of my hole.

"You are going to love every second of it," he went on. "You will be begging me to fuck your ass, trying not to cum without permission. Just by getting your tight little ass used like a whore." I moaned more when I felt his slick finger push past my sphincter and into my tight passage. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. My pussy was gushing as he continued to tease my clit. I couldn't help myself, I was so aroused by what he was saying and doing. "Relax and take it like a good little slut. You know you want to." God help me, I did.

He worked the finger in and out, lubing me up good, finally hitting the base of his finger. I instinctively clamped down on my finger at this point, and it was his turn to moan. "Do you know what this is going to feel like on my cock?" He asked. I was too far gone to respond. He added a second finger to the first and continued to ease them in and out. This was more uncomfortable, but I stayed bent over to take it.

"Your snug little hole is going to grip the head and try to suck me in and expel me at the same time." His fingers moved in and out in a mesmerizing rhythm. "You are going to clamp down so tight that it feels like my cock will break. But after you get used to it and loosen up, I am going to ride your ass like a junkyard dog going at a bitch in heat." And that's exactly what I felt like. I couldn't believe that the degrading things he was saying to me had such an effect. No one had ever spoken like that to me before, and I was reveling in it. I wanted more. MORE!!!

I heard the top snap (a sound that never fails to send a jolt to my pussy) to the lube and turned my head to watch him apply more of the gel to his stiff cock. I shivered in fear and lust as he worked it around the head and down the shaft. There was a liberal amount, but I was still scared. What if he tore me? What if I couldn't take it? Oh my god, could I really be waiting for this? Could I really want it? I shuddered and tried my best to stay calm as he got into place behind me on the bed.

I felt his cock head leave a slimy trail on my ass cheek as he found the crevice between my thighs. "Play with your pussy, but don't cum," he told me as I felt my cheeks part. That was fine by me and I attacked my clit, rubbing and slapping the little nub. The tip of his cock nudged my hole, and I felt him give a push. The head lodged in my ass, and I cried out, but he held my hips firm. He gave me a minute to get used to it before slowly pushing further into my tight ass. It hurt like hell, but I stood my ground and submitted to him.

He worked it in slowly, and by the time I felt his balls slap my pussy, I could no longer stay still. I clamped down with my anal muscles and frantically rubbed my clit. He moaned at the pressure. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Little slut is holding on tight to my cock. I have been waiting for this moment." He waited until I relaxed and drew his cock back almost all the way out before plunging back in in one smooth stroke.

The friction and heat were incredible. I was still in pain, but it was dulled by my finger on my clit and the steady stream of filth being whispered in my ear. "Your ass feels so good on my cock," he breathed. "It is so tight. Did you realize that when you push like you are taking a shit that I can force my cock even deeper into your asshole?" I tried it and he growled and thrust his pole as deep as he could. He stayed there for another minute before beginning a steady rhythm of lust in and out of my derriere. I was a lot looser by this time and he was easily able to plunge in and out.

The pain dulled to an ache, and I realized that I was close to cumming. Jack must have realized it, too, because he reminded me not to cum without permission. "You have been a good little slut tonight; you will get your reward if you continue to be well-behaved." I ground my hips back into him and he began pounding my ass in earnest. His balls no longer slapped my pussy, and I knew that he was getting close, too.

All of the sudden, he jerked me by the hair and brought my face to his crotch as he stood on the bed. I licked his nuts as he jacked his cock in my face. I felt so nasty waiting for him to shoot his load at will. "Open your mouth," he demanded. I complied, a little afraid of what he had planned. It started slowly, a small splat on my chin. Then he held his pole still, aiming directly at my open mouth and let loose. Spurt after spurt of his gooey cum landed on my tongue, lips and face. "Hold your mouth open," he ordered as the last few squirts came to rest on my tits. I complied and stayed still so that he could admire my slutty state. I was still horny as hell, my asshole burning from his invasion.

He smiled down at me. "Good little slut. You like the taste of my cum?" I nodded, mouth still open. "Good, because you are going to taste it a lot from now on. Next time you will clean my cock when I am done using you, got it?" I nodded, my pussy rippling at the thought of being made to do something so dirty. Dirtier than he had already made me do. "Swallow. And be sure to get the cum off your titties. Not a drop goes to waste, ever, or its punishment time, do you hear me?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Sir," I responded. I gathered the fallen drops with my fingers and quickly lapped it up. I was unused to the taste, but I could tell that I would be getting over that soon enough. When I was finished, he laid me back on the bed like a sacrificial virgin. He spread my legs out as far as they would go and applied a cooling cloth to my asshole. It was so soothing, but stimulating at the same time. When he was sure that he had wiped up all the gel and juice, he bent over and put his mouth an inch from my pussy. I could feel his breath and couldn't help but lift my lips to try to get closer contact.

Jack laughed softly. "Is my slut still horny?" I moaned and nodded as I twisted. He touched just the tip of his tongue to my clit, and I skyrocketed towards orgasm. "Feel free to cum when you are ready," he told me before laving his tongue up and down my juicy cunt. It didn't take me long. A slow tingle started in my toes and spread upward until my entire body was on fire and I exploded on his tongue. I clamped my thighs down on his head as he sucked hard on my clit, and arched up off the bed in sweet agony. I couldn't say how long it lasted, but it was easily the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. I floated back down to Earth where Jack was waiting for me.

"Thank you, Sir." I told him.

"You're welcome slut," he replied. "Good little slut."

... part 3

The next day, Jack told me that we were going shopping in the big city. "There are some...things...I need to buy, and I need you to go along to ...help." I shuddered to think of what kind of "things" were on his shopping list.

"We are going to stop at a specialty store that I know about. You have some nice lingerie, but I have more accessories in mind." One of the things that I do for myself is buy pretty, lacy, frilly under things. It makes me feel beautiful. I didn't know what he meant by accessories, but, he went on. "You are sadly lacking in the toy department and I intend to remedy that."

I just stared at him. This was going to be one helluva shopping trip. We live about 45 minutes away from the city, so I quickly finished my breakfast and headed upstairs to take a shower. I didn't linger, but when I got out of the bathroom, Jack had laid out a lacy bra that clasped in the front, and he was going through my walk-in closet. I went to the vanity and sat wrapped in my towel. I was brushing my hair when he emerged. He had several garments in his hands, but when he saw me, he stopped short.

"Take off the towel," He said in a hoarse voice. Our eyes met in the mirror and I loosened the knot. The towel fell away and left my swollen breasts open to his gaze. "Continue," he said after another long moment. I picked up the brush and took up where I left off. He continued to watch me in the mirror as my tits swayed rhythmically to my strokes. I had never had anyone just stand and watch me like that before, and the effect was incredibly erotic. When I was finished, I stood and turned to him, my hard nipples pointing the way.

He lifted the underside of one of my breast with his palm, and blew on my nipple. It tried to stand up more, if that were possible. Without warning, he snapped my nipple firmly with the fingertips of his other hand. I yelped in pain, but before I could react, his mouth fastened over the nub and he swirled his tongue to soothe the soreness. It was a short lesson in pain, but a sweet one nonetheless.

He led me over to the bed and showed me what he had found. Besides the bra, there was a short, pleated, denim casual skirt, my white 4 inch heels with the ankle strap and a white tank top. The tank top was stretchy and sheer, meant to be worn with a camisole, but today, apparently, I would be doing without. The skirt wasn't way short, but it isn't something I would wear grocery shopping. The pleated hem fell about 6 inches above my knees and swirled prettily in the breeze. The only problem with that is that I didn't see any panties laid out. I looked at him pointedly.

"Nothing underneath for you today, slut," he told me, sniggering. "You won't need it any where we are going." His words made my pussy quiver, and I started to get dressed. He leaned over and quietly whispered in my ear. "If it makes you feel any better, slut, I won't be wearing any underwear today, either." I blushed down to my toes. Somehow, that didn't reassure me. I got dressed quickly under his gaze, acutely aware that I was being displayed like a possession. How many people would see my treasures before this day was out? I could only guess, but the thought had my clit throbbing and my pussy dripping.

As he was holding the car door open for me, Jack told me to lift my skirt up and put my bare bottom on the seat. Still a bit pink from the spanking I received yesterday, the fabric of the seat scratched my ass and reminded me relentlessly that I was in another's control now. Maybe not my entire life, but I was surely the sexual plaything of this exquisite young man that had made me feel alive again. He grinned at me before starting the Jeep and heading for town.

As silly as it sounds, I was beginning to wonder who was going to pay for this shopping trip. It seemed like he had some expensive things in mind. I paid Jack what I could to work the stables, but it was a pittance, really. I got by, myself, but large, non Ranch related expenditures weren't usually in my budget. I told myself that if I was going to trust this man and go forward with this relationship, I had to voice my concerns. I took a deep breath and let it all out. When I was done, Jack nodded and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Confession time," he said. I had no idea what in the hell to think when he said that, but I stayed quiet and let him talk. "My second year of college, a friend of mine and I developed some computer programs that help children deal with dyslexia and other learning disabilities. It was a hit, and we sold it for a lot of money. I turned around and invested that money, and now I pretty much don't have to worry about it. I won't be buying the Trump Towers anytime soon, but I have the freedom to do as I please. I can certainly afford this little shopping spree."

I was speechless. I had no idea. Not only was he financially independent, but he had gotten that way by doing something to help others. What a wonder this man was to me. The more I learned, the more I realized that I was one very lucky woman, indeed. The fact that he was my younger nephew was not an impediment, but an insight. "I love you, Jack," I told him, quietly.

"I love you, too, Brini," he replied, holding my eyes with his for a long moment.

Putting the Jeep back into gear, he eased back onto the highway and into traffic. I was starting to squirm slightly in my seat, anxious about the events that were ahead of me. I had no real idea of what he had in mind, but I knew that it would be a trip to remember. Good thing Denver is a ways from the Ranch, because I didn't want to run into anyone that I knew. My lacy little bra could be clearly seen through the sheer top and the demi-cup allowed a peek at the tops of my areolas. It was going to be mortifying enough being around strangers dressed like this, let alone a neighbor or the town librarian or something. God.

The first stop was at the toy shop as promised. But instead of the usual adult bookstore, this place looked a little more...fetish. The front window displayed a vinyl cat suit with a zipper from neck to crotch and a chain mail bra with open nipple holes and matching bottoms. Which were crotchless. I took a deep breath. Okay, here we go. He ushered me through the door with his hand on the small of my back. It reassured me somehow as we entered the dim interior of the building.

I was unprepared for what awaited inside. Rows of racks filled with fetish clothes to fit every size and taste. Arrangements of what looked like furniture at first glance, but didn't belong in any living room that I have ever been in. Perimeter wall shelves crammed with bondage gear, handcuffs, riding crops and ball gags. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jack looking at me and turned to him. The look on my face must have said it all, because he burst out laughing. I joined him after a minute, the tension of the moment broken.

"That was great," he said to me. "You would have thought that I just sold you into human slavery by the look on your face."

"Not funny!" I snapped at him, but I was still smiling.

He took me by the hand and led me to an aisle that catered to the puppy lovers of the world. We stopped in front of a stand of hand made collars and browsed. "Stand up straight, put your hands behind your head and move your hair out of the way," he said.

I did as I was told, my nipples threatening to pop out of my bra cups. I hadn't blushed this much since high school. The store only had a few patrons, but I still felt like everyone there was focused on us. He selected a pink leather collar studded with pink rhinestones and tied with a big pink bow. It was totally gaudy, like something you would see on a poodle owned by a little old lady. He buckled it around my neck, but it wouldn't adjust down small enough, and it was the only size they had. Thank God. "I had to at least see what it looked like," he said, snickering.

Next was a, slim white leather choker with an ivy vine embroidered between the stitched borders. It was a perfect fit and seemed to be what he was looking for until he realized that the only white leashes that they had were nylon, not matching leather. Not to be discouraged, he kept looking while I stayed put with my hair up. A salesman came by and asked if we needed any help. He was handsome and buff, dressed in tight black leather pants and a tight black t-shirt that showed his package and abs nicely.

"No, I am just trying to decide on a collar for my girlfriend, here," Jack said motioning to me, grinning.

"Well if you would like further assistance," the salesman said, looking at me intently, "be sure to look me up. My name is Bruce."

"Thanks, Bruce," Jack said, genially. "I'll be sure to do that." Bruce moved away from us, his eyes still on me. I was horrified, but hornier than I could have ever thought possible. Standing here in public, being fitted for a dog collar. "What a slut." Jack whispered in my ear, as if he could read my mind.

Finally, Jack came up with a hand tooled, wide black band studded with flat silver rounds etched with delicate flower petals. It was exquisite in craftsmanship and looked beautiful against my tanned throat. He picked up a matching black leather leash, and we moved on to the next section.

Vibrators, dildos and anal plugs of every shape size and color covered racks on one entire wall. He browsed at leisure while I tried to stay invisible behind him. I had gone to a dirty bookstore or two in my time, but for some reason, today, I felt incredibly conspicuous. He picked up a standard 7" vibrator that glowed in the dark. I giggled, but he put it back on the shelf. "You already have something similar, correct?" I nodded, and he moved on.

"Now here is something you need," he said grabbing a medium sized butt plug. It was made of red latex and had a vibrating egg imbedded inside. I flushed as I realized that it wouldn't be long until it was used on me. He tossed it into the basket he was carrying, along with a set of old fashioned anal beads on a string. "I like these with the string so much better than the jelly beads," he murmured in my ear. "When they are inserted and you walk around, the string will brush your thighs, and you will be reminded that you are being a little slut, just for me." I shuddered.

Against the far wall was 10 by 10 foot area devoted to nipple clamps. I was hesitant, but he pulled me by the hand and we went to stand in front of the racks. "I won't make you try these on now." I heaved a sigh of relief. "At least not here," he said, grinning again.

I shivered as he selected several pairs to look at. In the end, he decided on a set of clover clamps and a set of tweezer clamps, both with chains. They looked fairly threatening to me, but I kept it to myself. On the next rack, there were all sorts of crops and whips. He grabbed a fairly wide riding crop and told me to put my hands against the wall, slightly bent at the waist.

I was horrified, but obeyed. I could see Bruce continuing to monitor our progress out of the corner of my eye, and I felt the wetness begin to creep down my thighs. The skirt rode up slightly, but I didn't think that my cheeks were hanging out. He slapped my ass a few times lightly, but apparently this wasn't what he was looking for, because he put it back and chose a crop with less width. This one snapped decidedly more, and I could feel the sting through the fabric. Before I could protest, he put one hand on the back of my neck, and flipped up my skirt with the other. I knew without a doubt that I was completely exposed now, but all I could do was stand there at his bidding. I really was a raunchy slut. Oh, God.

He brought the crop down smartly a few times over my cheeks, turning red the places that had lessened to pink before. I cried out, despite trying to stay calm. Bruce ambled up the aisle next to us and remarked.

"It is our store policy that any item making intimate contact with a customer will be considered sold to that customer."

"And how intimate is intimate?" asked Jack.

"Let just say you are dangerously close to that line," Bruce replied.

"Well we might as well make it official," said Jack, bringing the crop up to lightly crack my bare pussy lips. I jumped and gasped. That hurt!

Jack handed the crop to Bruce and invited him to take a turn. I was in tears, but I continued to stand still, wanting to please Jack and this stranger that I had just met.

Bruce swung the crop lightly against my ass a few times, but quickly worked his way into heavier handed blows. I was completely humiliated by the spectacle we were making, now having drawn a few more onlookers from across the store. I was trying not to react to the crop, but when Bruce brought it up sharply against my wet, open cunt, I couldn't stop myself. I cried out and flung myself into Jack's arms. Everyone chuckled, and Bruce thanked Jack for the opportunity. Jack nodded and into the basket went the crop.

As we were checking out, Jack reached behind me and ran his finger up and down my wet slit a few times. I shivered, knowing the person behind us in line was watching, but I couldn't bring myself to look anyone else in the eyes. Jack winked at me as he laid his credit card on the counter.

Back in the Jeep, I arranged myself as previously instructed and waited for Jack to load up. Before we pulled out of the parking lot, he turned to me.

"You were a perfect little slut back there. Doing as you were told, having those people watch. Just so you know, Bruce slipped me his card. We might be seeing more of him in the future." He was grinning again at my horrified look. "Put your hands behind your head," he instructed. He lifted the front of my tank top and unsnapped the front of my bra. My tits were now hanging out for anyone to see, and I was shocked that my body was reacting so eagerly to this.

Jack dug around in the bag and pulled out the collar and the tweezer clips. The collar fitted nicely against my skin, and I could tell that I would be used to it in no time at all. The clamps, however...those were another story. I managed to sit still while he attached them, mostly due to his dexterity, but I was in agony almost as soon as he withdrew. My nipples felt like they were on fire, and tears sprang back to my eyes. He crooned at me as he held my hands at the nape of my neck and made shushing noises. "It will be ok, just let yourself get used to it.," he said.

I tried to focus on his voice, and slowly, the pain subsided to a dull ache. My nipples throbbed as my breasts heaved with each breath. "Good girl," he whispered and kissed my cheek lightly. "I knew you could do it." I felt the unfamiliar pride again. "Wait until I use the clover clamps," he murmured some more. "You will wish you had these tame little things." I whimpered.

He kissed me gently and traced my lips with his tongue while he tugged lightly on the chain. I groaned and met his tongue with mine and ground my throbbing pussy into the seat. I didn't care who saw anymore. Jack broke the kiss and bent to lick my right nipple. It was an incredibly intense feeling. When he sucked the pinched nub into his mouth, I exhaled sharply and jumped in my seat. He laughed low and undid the button on his shorts.

His delicious pole popped into view, and I didn't need any prompting to start sucking. Egged on by his gentle tugging on the clamp chain, I took the head as far as I could into my throat. I was so horny, I wanted to devour him whole. He groaned as I slobbered frantically, trying to push him over that fantastic edge. All at once, he pushed me away, and undid the clamps.

I screamed out loud when I felt the blood rushing back into my nipples. He massaged them gently and I eased my grip on the door handle. "That hurt," I told him. "That's the idea," he replied. He pulled the top back down over my tits, but they were still clearly visible, with two little points stretching the material in front. Jack smiled at my chest before buttoning himself up and heading back to the road.

"We have one more place to go," he said. "This one will be a quick trip. When he pulled into a large chain-type pet store, I was surprised. I was still wearing the collar, he had a leash, what could he possibly want to buy here? The thought brought shudders to my frame and made my nipples go hard again. He directed me to do up my bra, and I did so gladly. I didn't want to create a scene here. My heels clicked on the pavement as we crossed the parking lot. Leading me by the hand, we entered the store, and I almost regretted having to clasp my bra. The cool air made my nipples stand up again, and the lace was scratchy and irritating.

Jack found what he was looking for easily. They have one in the front of every store. The machine that makes I.D. tags for your pets. Because I was the one wearing the collar and being led, I felt incredibly conspicuous to the cashiers and the people checking out. I was full-body blushing again as Jack dug in his wallet for bills. When he was done feeding the machine, he started to consider what he wanted.

"I like the metal ones, not aluminum, but the brass won't match your collar. Oh, they have a silver color, good," he noticed, pushing the button. He was talking like we were doing nothing out of the ordinary, but I was mortified. He continued, "Now which shape?" he asked me. I stammered and shrugged. I had no answer. He laughed. "I think the bone shaped one," he said, pushing another button. "Represents the boner that I always get around you." I just stared at him as he continued.

"Now lets see, script font in the largest size they have." He said each letter out loud as he entered them. "L-i-t-t-l-e S-l-u-t. Perfect." I was terrified, not daring to look around me to see if anybody noticed what we were doing. The machine whirled and clanked, and the tag was etched right before out very eyes. The screen mercifully went to the finish page and we were done when the tag was spit out along with a jump ring to attach it to the collar. He smiled at me. "We're done here." He nodded to a guy that was standing in line to use the machine after us that I hadn't noticed before. I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it before Jack was again leading me by the hand out of the store.

Safely back in the Jeep, Jack attached the tag to my collar and undid the clasp on my bra again. I felt just as the tag read, and didn't protest when he lifted the hem of my shirt and exposed my tits to the open air once again. Jack started the Jeep and we headed for the ranch. I had no idea what to expect anymore.

.... part 4

Other than a few truckers ogling my tits and honking, the ride home was uneventful. Occasionally, Jack would reach over and tweak my aching nipples or rub my broiling pussy. All I wanted was to get home and get fucked. Any way, any how I could get it. The taste of cock was in my mouth, and I wanted more.

When we pulled up to the gates of the ranch, Jack told me to get out and unlock it. Tits out and all. Because our boarding stables are small time, we usually only get visitors on the weekends. Since today was Tuesday we were closed to the public, and I felt reasonably sure that we would have the place to ourselves. I did as I was told, but kept my ears out for approaching cars, nonetheless. The sun warmed my exposed breasts and heated the tag against my throat. It all served to remind me that I was doing the bidding of my incredibly sexy, dominant nephew.

He waited for me to close and lock the gate in my exposed condition and we headed down the drive towards the house. After he parked and unbuckled, he ordered me to bend over the old fashioned hitching post out front. I was so excited that he slid his cock in my wet hole without any resistance. Jack pounded my pussy furiously for a few minutes, but as my orgasm approached, he eased off and grabbed me by the hair.

"Good little slut puppies are obedient to their Master," he ground in my ear. They obey the ground rules or they will be punished. My slut puppy better remember the first rule. No cumming without permission!" he barked at me. I tried to nod, but didn't get far with him holding my hair. He fucked my cunt like that for a few minutes until I was whimpering with need. I didn't know if I could hold back.

I tried. I really tried. I knew this was a test and I would be punished. But when I thought about what I looked like in the store, being struck with the crop, all those people watching, I was pushed over the edge. I screamed my orgasm at the top of my lungs and felt his cock hammer home into the dark recesses of my womb.

He kept pumping me steadily until I regained some measure of calm, and then pulled out of my pussy with a loud slurp. I stayed still, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him purposefully walk around the hitching post to where my head hung in shame. I couldn't believe that I lost control like that. I felt like a deer in the headlights, scared to move for what comes next.

Jack presented his slimy cock to my lips. "Suck it clean, slut." I did as I was told instantly, hoping that my quick compliance would earn me a few points off for good behavior. The taste was tangy, mostly my juice mingled slightly with his pre cum. I could smell the juices in his pubic hair and in the next instant; it was smeared on my face as he pressed his cock into the back of my throat all the way down to the base. I held it as long as I could until I panicked from lack of air and Jack withdrew his cock, I saw my saliva dripping from the tip. I could still smell the juice on my face and I realized that despite my orgasm, I was still hornier than ever. The fact that I knew I was about to be punished could have had something to do with it.

I watched as my nephew dug in the bag from the fetish store. Out came the pair of clover clamps and my knees buckled a little. "Since you were a bad little slut, your behavior must be corrected," he told me. "Stay put exactly where you are now and wait for me to return. I mean it. Don't move, under any circumstances."

I was determined to obey, despite what I knew was coming to my tits. He had told me that the clover clamps would hurt more than the other pair, and I was frankly a little scared. I had no idea where he had gone, but I couldn't see how it would turn out well for me one way or another, so I tried to relax and enjoy the flow and tingle of the blood in my veins.

When he returned, he stowed some things out of my line of vision and then bent over me to tweak my already hard nipples. "Little slut puppy, you are going to have to learn to control yourself from now on," he whispered in my ear. "I almost hate to punish you," he chuckled low. "Almost..."

My Master nephew plucked at my nipples and pulled them downward until they were well swollen and hard as rock. And then, the moment of truth. I hoped that I was strong enough to take what he would give me, wanting to please him and make him proud.

Jack squatted on the balls of his feet at my side. I was still bent over the hitching post, and he had to duck down a bit to reach his goal. I closed my eyes as the clover clamps moved from my sight to beneath my torso. I felt the cool pads caress my stiff nipple for a brief instant before he let the clamp close around it.

I shrieked in pain and tried to jump up, but Jack was a step ahead of me. I didn't realize that he had clipped the leash onto my collar and it was an easy thing for him to keep me bent over at the waist. "Didn't you learn anything in the car before, slut?" his tone was disgusted. "Quit crying and breathe. Calm down and take it." He remained crouched next to me, and seemed genuinely pissed.

I struggled to gain composure. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me. My nipple ached horribly and felt like it was completely crushed in the jaws of the clamp. My knees nearly buckled when I remembered that I still had the other one to go. My head was spinning but I wanted so bad to be good.

When I was at a barely tolerable pain level, Jack told me to pay attention. He wanted me to notice something. What he did was slowly start to pull on the chain of the clamp. It hurt like hell and it felt like it was compressing my nipple flatter as he pulled. I was beginning to loose control, so he let go and told me to lean up a bit. When I did, he wrapped the chain between the clamps around the hitching post, and quickly attached the other clamp to my bare nipple.

The pain exploded again, but this time, all I did was give a loud cry. I struggled internally not to move, and was rewarded with a "Good girl" for succeeding. This time, Jack stood and gently pulled back on my shoulders to stretch my nipples slowly out and away from my body. I held my breath and bit my lip as the pressure increased, but I now saw what he wanted me to. There was no getting out of these suckers without doing my nipples great bodily injury.

"So my little slut puppy is tethered good," he spoke in a normal voice now as he walked around behind me. "Perfect, because I want both hands free to punish you. Coming without permission," he tutted at me. "What a bad little slut puppy."

I was crying gently, and half mutinously thinking that the clamps were plenty of punishment, but I kept my mouth shut. I did break the rules and earn punishment. It was not for me to say otherwise. Then, he began.

The strokes of the crop were caresses at first. Lightly brushing the delicate skin of my exposed posterior and traveling the curves in between. I was still dripping, moaning and wagging my hips at Jack in a futile attempt to get him to relent. I still wanted to be fucked, but he was having none of it.

Then slowly, the strikes began getting stronger. They stung lightly while he moved the crop in an even rhythm. I felt my skin start to simmer and began wagging my hips for a different reason, to escape the pain. Not to mention the pain that was still in my breasts as each time I moved, it would cause more tension and torment.

I was openly crying by the time he was using full swings. The sharp leather slapped and stung terribly and I knew that my rear would be on fire for hours after he was done, reminding me to be a good girl and do what I am told. The last few hard slaps were the worst, as he gave me five slow, hard, measured strokes that I was made to count out loud through my sobs. I only wanted to collapse, but the clamps still attached prevented it still.

Jack moved back around to my head and gazed at me steadily. Then he crouched down again and rubbed the underside of my breasts with the crop. I was deathly afraid that he was going to start striking them with the crop, but he just continued to rub. When the first clamp was removed, I screamed out loud. I was totally unprepared for the pain of having the blood rush back into my nipples and when Jack reached up to stroke it, the sensation was intensified. I swear I was breathing like they teach you to do in birthing classes, and swearing just as hard as if I were in labor.

When he went for the second clamp, I flinched. Jack spoke to me softly. "I'm sorry, my pet. But you know that you had to be punished. Not just a little, but to be punished in a way that makes you realize that I am in control." His voice gave me a measure of calm and when the second clamp came off, all I gave was a slow hiss.

"Beautiful, pet. Now. I want you to get up, slowly. Take these into the house." He handed me the bag with the day's purchases. "I want you to arrange a place for them in your lingerie drawer while you think about all the things that have happened since I came to stay with you here. When you are ready, come into the library and we will talk."

There was plenty of room in my lingerie drawer to place our purchases. I left the collar on, as I had not been told to take it off, but I laid the rest in a plastic shoe box and placed it where he told me to. I thought about what I would allow my nephew to do to me. Whatever he wanted, apparently, but I felt no disgust. Only love, lust and hope. The future looked better than ever with Jack and I knew that I had found a real man to not only stand beside me, but over me when I needed it. I was totally happy.

I made sure everything was orderly and then headed to the library as instructed. Jack was waiting for me. He motioned for me to take a seat on the leather armchair. The cool leather felt good against my sore behind. He sat on the corner of my large antique desk and I could tell he had a few things to say.

"I can feel that you are beginning to trust me, but there may be times that I am pushing you further than you are ready to go. For those times, I want you to have some safe words." He looked at me, and I nodded, understanding.

"Your first word is yellow," he told me. "This is the word that you will use when you start to feel like you are losing it. I will slow down, but still continue play. You have done everything I have asked with grace and beauty. I am trusting you to use this word as intended and not just when you feel like it." He smiled encouragingly at me and I promised him I would.

"The second word is red. You can use this word to stop all play if something is wrong, you are hurt, upset, whatever. Red. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. "Yellow to slow down, red to stop completely." I repeated his instructions.

"Good girl," he said to me and I flushed under his praise.

"I want us to have a special evening," he said next. "I want you to take the rest of the afternoon for yourself. Take a bath, do girly things." he smiled at me this time, and I smiled back. "I am going to tend to the barn and the house and then take a shower myself. Here are the rules. I want you shaved entirely clean, and you are not to touch yourself in any way other than to prepare yourself as I have directed. Okay?"

I nodded again and he continued. "Report to the dining room at 7:00 pm sharp and wear something pretty." His smile was infectious and he opened his arms for me to run into. I did and gave him a huge hug and kiss before floating into the master bath to prepare.

I put some jasmine scented candles about the room and added bubble bath of the same flavor. My bottom cheeks stung slightly when they made contact with the warm water, but once I was settled, it felt good. I hummed and bathed and dozed and when I was all pruney, I wrapped myself in a huge fluffy towel and made my way to the bedroom.

I could see Jack everywhere I turned. After the first week of our intimacy, he had moved into the bedroom with me and his presence was a warm comfort. His dirty clothes hamper in the far corner. His book on the table by his side of the bed. The picture of his sister that he placed on the top of the highboy dresser that I cleaned out for him to use. His good watch next to it. It all made me realize that we were a true couple now. Working side by side and living side by side. Making decisions together about our day and then going about our day together. It was finally beginning to sink in that this was for real, not just a few sex games and that I really wanted this to be a long term thing.

I sat at my vanity and began to prepare for the evening. I took extra time with my makeup and hair. I really wanted to look as beautiful as possible for Jack. I wanted to please him above all else. I chose a soft, satin teddy-like dress with spaghetti straps. The color was a delicate peach and the hem was embroidered with dainty, rich colored violets. It was one of my favorites and tonight I chose to go braless and let the cool material caress my entire body. I knew from experience that my nipples would be at attention all evening from the friction. And as for panties, well I didn't think I would be needing those either.

I opened the door of the bedroom and gasped. Candles had been placed on the hall table along with a huge bouquet of flowers. I took a moment to smell their delicate fragrance and wandered into the dining room, also lit only with beautiful taper candles in holders. The table had been set intimately for two, and something smelled heavenly coming from the kitchen.

Jack came through the doorway carrying two covered dishes. He was clean and beautiful and smelled like garlic and aftershave. He placed the dishes on the table and quickly helped me into my chair. Such a gentleman, I noted to him. He only grinned at me. His look was almost boyish and I was surprised to find that the stern Master was nowhere in evidence. Instead, he was more like the giddy schoolboy of my memories. He was clearly trying as hard to please me as I had him earlier. I found it charming that the two personalities could so easily coexist in the same person.

We chatted and had a wonderful dinner. We killed a bottle of wine and turned on the old fashioned cabinet radio in the living room. The soft music inspired us to dance and it was truly the most romantic evening that I have ever had. Where Jack learned to push all the right buttons with a woman, I may never know, but I was reaping the benefits and decided to enjoy it all.

When we were done with our dance, Jack kissed my lips softly and led me back to my chair in the dining room. I started to turn back to the table, but he stopped me. When I moved to look at him, he went down on one knee. I gasped.

"Wh..wha..what are you doing?" I stammered. He smiled at me, the confidence back and the electricity with it.

"Brini, I know that for a long time you thought of me only as your kid nephew. But today I hope you realize that I am a man and that I want you to be my woman." I was speechless but thank god, no response was required of me. Jack continued.

"You are beautiful, strong, soft, intelligent, sexy, and I love you. I want you with my whole heart. You have touched every corner of it. Please be my wife." And he produced a little red velvet box from his pocket and presented it to me.

I didn't open it, just stared. Then a wave of heat crashed over me, and I jumped into his arms. "Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed at him and kissed him, laughing and hugging him as hard as I could.

He let out a big breath and laughed at my leap into his lap on the floor. He kissed me back like we were teenagers and he took the ring out of the box and placed it on my finger. It was beautiful. Nothing like I would have imagined. As usual, he had given it some detailed thought, I realized, as he explained it to me.

"I looked at diamond after diamond for you. Pretty, but not you. Then I found this."

It was a large, dark, rich, emerald-cut natural amethyst set in an antique platinum filigree base. The beautiful art deco style was from the thirties and dazzled and sparkled from every direction.

"Purple is your favorite color. And I know that you love treasures from the past," he said gesturing around to the room to the antique sideboard and vases. He was right, there were many such treasures around the house. I felt so special in his arms, safe and finally, truly loved. For all time. This was it.

Jack bent to take my lips with his again. It was a long, slow, delicate kiss that was full of promise and delight. It soon deepened however to the hungry, passionate kiss that was more familiar of him. I reveled in it as his tongue coaxed mine into a tangle. He tasted and smelled wonderful and I thought to myself that I could dwell in his enthusiasm forever. It was magical.

All of the sudden, Jack swept me into his arms and still kissing me, carried me into the master bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed and broke the kiss long enough to unbutton and remove his shirt and slacks. His body was chiseled and etched from the physical labor of the ranch and even his farmer's tan couldn't detract from his beautiful physique. I was mesmerized by the sight, almost. He gave me a dazzling smile and came down to me on the bed.

I was sitting up on my elbows and he kissed me again while he fingered the straps of my dress. They eventually slid down my shoulders and exposed the swell of my breasts. I was panting with lust and Jack began to kiss lower. My chin, my neck. It was exquisite sensation and I felt as if I was drowning.

When he reached the edge of the dress, he trailed his tongue under the delicate fabric near my nipple. I shivered and moaned in response. Jack flashed me another grin and gently brought the neckline down to expose my breasts. He just stared for a moment and then lowered his head.

I was almost overwhelmed with emotion. He was being so gentle and kind. He was making no demands of me save that I let him love me and it brought a tear to my eye. I was truly blessed. The moisture of his tongue on my nipple brought it into a stiff peak as he moved to give the other nipple the same treatment. He kissed my breasts all over before bunching my dress around my waist and sticking his tongue in my navel. I started, tickled by the sensation. He knows I hate this and I supposed that it was his way of telling me he was still in charge, but I was too far gone to care.

He brought his face back up to mine and kissed me strongly while gathering me into his arms. "I love you," he whispered against my lips. I smiled in return and he laid me back on my back against the pillow. My dress was now completely bunched at my waist exposing my pussy as well as my breasts. He zeroed in and the next thing I felt was the electric touch of his tongue on my outer lips. I knew I was already moist, and when I heard his muffled "Mmm..good," it was confirmed.

Jack worked magic on my pussy and I was soon zooming towards orgasm. I tried to tell him so, but he waived me off and renewed laving his tongue directly on my sensitive clit. I exploded into an incredibly intense orgasm that left me seeing stars. He continued sucking and licking, lapping the nectar out of my cunt and poking is tongue directly into my juicy hole.

When I couldn't take anymore, he leaned back up and kissed me fiercely. I could taste and smell myself on him and it was very heady. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it and wrapping me in his arms, he plunged himself into me with one long stroke. It hurt and was heavenly at the same time and I felt branded. No other man could make me feel this way.

His rhythm began gentle. His eyes searched mine and for the first time in a long time, I could open my eyes and gaze on the man that I love, making love to me. He was gentle and maddeningly slow. I was surprised that I was still so aroused after having just come, but there was no denying the tingle in my groin or the fact that I was moving upward with each of his thrusts, trying to make contact and pull him deeper to recreate that explosive feeling.

He ground his hips into mind before beginning to thrust deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cried out when I felt the tip of his cock at my womb. No man had ever touched me so deeply, physically or emotionally. It was incredible. I was home.

When it felt like I could hold out no longer, Jack gave a hoarse cry and buried himself as deeply as he could into my body. I came in waves and waves of pleasure and when he kissed me powerfully, I knew that Jack was feeling the same. When he shifted slightly, I burst again, startled that I could actually have a reaction like that.

"I love you too," I finally responded to him when I could breathe again. "Without end," I smiled into his eyes. It felt good.

~~~The End~~~

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