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Peppermint Anticipation Chapter 3

Slave walked to the door, those damnable weights on her nipple clamps swinging with every move. Choking down her growing arousal, she opened the door to reveal a squat, bald older man dressed in a hotel uniform with a name tag that proclaimed “Eric”, pushing a room service cart. His eyes widened as he took in her naked form, then he openly leered at her. The cart held two trays with covered dishes, sets of silverware wrapped in fine linen napkins, two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea.

Eric spoke in a broad Texas drawl. “Ah have your dinner here, ma'am. Where would you like it?” His gaze flitted between her shaved pussy and her little tits with the nipple clamps on them.

Blushing furiously, Slave replied, “Over here, please,” and led him to the table. She tried to step lightly to limit the sway of the weights on her nipples. She sighed with resignation, and sank to the floor, moving into the “present” position. Of course, this made those fucking weights move even more! “One serving on the table, please, the other on the floor at my feet,” Slave said weakly. As her legs spread open, her swollen pussy lips gaped obscenely. Slave felt her fluids welling up and trickling down between the cheeks of her ass. “Peppermint! Peppermint! PEPPERMINT! You don't have to do this,” her mind was screaming. She could smell the musk of her own arousal heavy in the air.

Eric was ogling her openly, nostrils flaring as he too caught her scent. His eyes never left her wide open cunt as he clumsily set one tray, one glass and the pitcher on the table. He was bending over with the second tray, eyes locked on her pussy, when Sir entered the room, now dressed in expensive looking silk pajama pants and a short silk robe.

“Ah, excellent, dinner!” Sir exclaimed. He made a show of patting his pockets. “Oops. I seem to be poorly prepared. I don't have any cash for your tip.” He pretended to ponder a second. “I could offer you a blowjob from my little slave here, perhaps?”

Eric's eyes widened even more. “Really?”

“Sure, it's no problem at all. Slave, get up from that ridiculous position and tip the nice man.”

Slave struggled to her knees. DAMN those wiggly weights! “Sir, I...”

Sir interrupted her, menace in his voice. “Slave.”

“PEPPERMINT!” yelled her mind.

“Yes Sir,” she said dejectedly and moved over to Eric on her knees. She undid his belt, then opened his trousers and let them drop, revealing a pair of striped blue and gray boxers. She pulled them down as well. Eric's cock was totally flaccid, barely two inches long and almost hidden in a thick forest of gray pubic hair.

She leaned forward, nose crinkling as his musky scent hit her and she realized that he really, REALLY needed to take a shower. Shuddering, she vacuumed the limp dick into her mouth and began to work on it with all her skill.

The “waiter's” eyes widened, this time in true surprise, as his over-worked, nearly elderly cock began to respond slowly, starting to swell. “Holy fuck, this girl is good,” he thought.

Sir watched as Slave reached down to her own pussy. Without attempting to further her own arousal, she simply gathered some of her juices on her finger, making it slick and slippery. She raised her hand between Eric's legs, gave his dangling balls a quick scratch with her fingernail, then reached further back and tickled his anus with her fingertip.

Eric grunted in surprise as she stiffened her finger suddenly and drove it hard into his ass, pressing down and locating his prostate, and then massaging the walnut-sized gland firmly. It only took a few seconds of that along with her hard sucking action to make the “waiter” groan and produce a weak ejaculation through his still mostly soft cock. Slave immediately withdrew her finger from his clenching asshole and let his cock slip from her mouth. She stood and faced Sir, mouth open wide to show her meager prize, then quickly swallowed the small load. “Sir, may I please, PLEASE, go wash my hands and rinse my mouth?”

He nodded and she scurried off to the bathroom.

“Well, Nigel,” the “waiter” said, arching an eyebrow as he rearranged his clothing. “That didn't go as planned,” he said, with no trace of a Texas accent.

“Indeed. I suspect she's still full of surprises, Gerald.”

“Well, I can tell you this,” the older and very experienced Dom said, zipping up. “You'd better collar that one. She's too good to let her get away.”

“Believe me, I'm working on it. I fell for her a long time before tonight.”

Gerald laughed. “Just remember who's the Dom and who's the sub. She'll wrap you around her little finger, go all Domme on your ass and paddle it before you know what hit you.” They both knew well that in a D/s relationship, all of the power actually resided with the sub.

Chuckling, Nigel replied, “You're probably right, old friend.” They said their goodbyes and Gerald let himself out of the suite. Nigel picked up the tray from the floor and moved it to the table, then took his place in the chair just as Slave returned. She knelt demurely at his side.

“No, no,” he said. “First, let's make you more comfortable.” He reached down and removed first one, then the other nipple clamp. Slave gasped at the painful feeling of blood rushing back into her poor, abused nipples. Again, her pussy welled up with sensation, but she managed to force it down..

“Get up here and take a seat,” he said. “Your next task is an easy one. Enjoy your dinner and keep me company. I'll go get us a real drink.”

She got into the chair to his right as he got up and went to the wet bar, muttering about “Texans and their fucking sweet tea...” Slave chuckled and he returned quickly with a glass of Chardonnay for her and a fresh single malt for himself.

Dinner was exquisitely good, blackened tuna filets with spicy Cajun seasoning, rice pilaf and grilled asparagus in a tangy white sauce that Slave had never tasted before, but loved, along with a basket of toasted French bread. They made small talk as they ate, enjoying each others company.

At one point he asked Slave, “That trick you did with your finger. I know you aren't fond of ass play. Where on earth did that come from?”

“Sir, I hated having to suck his cock. I just wanted to get it over with quickly. I had read about it somewhere on the Internet. I didn't know if it would work, Sir.”

He laughed out loud. “Well, it damned sure did! Good job, Slave!”

Slave beamed.

They finished their meal, and Nigel leaned back contentedly in his chair. “Slave, clear this mess up. Stack everything on the trays and take it down the hall. Place it on the floor in front of the elevators and then return.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, we have a punishment to deal with.”

Slave groaned inwardly, saying “Yes, Sir,”. She stood and gathered the dishes. Carrying the tray to the door, she opened it and peeked out at a blessedly vacant hallway. Maybe if she did this quickly....

Hurriedly, she made her down the hallway with the trays of dirty dishes. Just as she bent over to place them on the floor, the elevator chimed and the door slid open. It was full of eight young college-age males. She snapped to her feet, but not before they had got a good look at her big ass bent over with her pussy lips exposed.

Totally humiliated, she raced back down the hall, but not fast enough to not hear the comments.

“Holy shit, look at that!” “Fuck yeah, I'd tap that ass.” “Just a fat bitch.” “Fuck you, you'd do her and you know it.”

She reached the door to Sir's suite and suddenly realized that, like all hotel doors, it had locked behind her and she had no way to get in! The group of rowdy males had turned down the hallway and were walking towards her. Panicking, she stabbed at the call button, missed it, tried again and held it down for a full five seconds.

The door across from Sir's suite opened, and an elegantly dressed couple in their thirties stepped out then froze in their tracks. Slave whirled around at the sound of the door open and saw the woman shooting disapproving daggers at her, and the man openly ogling her nudity. The woman grabbed her partner by the arm, dragging him down the hallway, with him giving frequent glances over his shoulder. Slave was mortified. The college boys were still approaching and making lewd remarks. Slave stabbed at the call button again, then pounded on the door with her fists.

It finally opened, and she flew into Sir's arms, sobbing.

Nigel held her while she blubbered incoherently until she finally began to calm, then he lifted her chin and kissed her for the very first time. Gently at first, and then with increasing force, his kiss went straight to her soul. Their tongues explored one another for the first time, liked what they found and went back for more. Her knees went totally weak, and she was held up by his strong arms. It was the kind of kiss you wait a lifetime for. Her head spun. She moaned into his mouth and his hand slipped across her little breasts, giving each a gentle squeeze, then slid down her body.

He broke the kiss and she stared breathless into his intense gaze. Simultaneously, he flicked a finger across her clit and said, “Cum, Slave. As much as you want. The orgasm restriction is over.”

She died. It was just that good. Slave came, and came, and came again, his words echoing in her mind as her body convulsed. Every time she started to come down, he flicked her clit or a nipple again and another shock wave hit her. She finally sagged in his arms, gasping for breath, ineffectively trying to swat his hand away if he reached for a sensitive area. Nigel scooped her up and carried her to the wet bar.

After making sure she could sit in a bar stool by herself, he fixed her a much-needed glass of ice water. She sipped gratefully, slowly regaining her composure. Nigel smiled. This part of his plan had gone perfectly. Peggy had fled into his arms for protection. What he didn't, couldn't know was that despite having much knowledge of his personal life, she had been in love with him for months before tonight. She had yet to realize that he felt the same way. She just knew that his arms were a safe haven, despite all the things he was doing to her and making her do.

She was just grateful to be Sir's Slave.

For his part, Nigel was tempted to stop now and admit to her how he felt. “No,” he thought quietly. “She hasn't backed out yet. I'll push her a little more.” She was calm again, this was the right time.

He cleared his throat. “Slave, are you ready to receive your punishment? I seem to recall that you have....how many strokes was it...coming to you?”

“Oh god. He's really going to do it,” Slave thought. “Eleven, Sir,” she managed to gamely say.

“Eleven. Of course. How perfect, I abhor even numbers,” he replied, playing to her fear. “These are the rules. You will ask for each stroke before it is given. After each stroke, you will count the number out loud. You will thank me for it, and then ask for the next stroke. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Slave replied.

He slapped her cheek, very lightly. “Not good enough. Tell me the rules.”

Slave straightened. “Ask for each stroke, count it, thank you for it, and ask for the next, Sir.”

“Excellent. Good girl! Come with me”. He grabbed her upper arm and led her into the office.

Dominated by a huge executive desk made of teak wood , the office room was clearly a place for work. Two comfortable looking chairs sat in front of the desk and its high-backed leather chair. A large flat screen computer monitor, wireless mouse and keyboard sat on one side of the desk. To the side of the room was an elegant seating area with a sofa and three chairs artfully arranged around a glass topped coffee table. He led her to the front of the desk and left her there for a second while he pulled one of the seat cushions from the sofa. Laying it on the desk, he told her to bend over the cushion and grip the far side.

Slave complied, discovering that the desk was so wide, she had to go on tiptoe to reach the far side. Nigel moved behind the desk and quickly affixed her wrists into wide, soft leather cuffs attached to the desk about three feet apart, having to tug her body up a bit into position to get both hands secured in position. Her toes now barely touched the floor, her weight on her abdomen.

He quickly moved behind her, reaching under the desk to draw out a four foot long spreader bar that was affixed to the underside. Grasping one ankle, he lifted her foot from the floor and cuffed it in another wide leather cuff, then clipped it to one end of the bar. He repeated with the other ankle.

Slave was now bent over the desk, ass in the air over the cushion, legs spread wide apart and feet no longer touching the floor. He brought over a smaller, but equally thick cushion, easing it under her head and shoulders. Her body was now only in contact with the two cushions, not the hard surface of the desk. Between the cushions, her small breasts dangled, easy to reach should he decide to do so.

“There. Are you comfy?” he asked cheerfully.

“Surprisingly, yes, Sir,” Slave replied. Although she had no chance of moving to a significant degree, her body was fully supported by the thick cushions.

“Good!” he said. He stepped back to the rear of the desk, into her field of view. Nigel stripped off his robe and silk pants, laying them on the chair. His cock hung thick and slightly swollen between his legs, and was growing slowly. Slave's mouth watered as she watched him open a drawer on the desk. She watched as he drew out a strap of heavy leather about three feet long.

Like all of his toys, this “belt” had been painstakingly and expensively hand-crafted to his exact specifications. Made of thick, heavy harness leather, it was two inches wide. A series of eleven round one-inch holes spaced an inch apart took up much of its length. Cured to a soft and supple natural brown color, every edge on it had been buffed and rounded. Properly used, it would raise welts but not cut the skin. He gently laid the belt across her back just below her shoulders, letting her feel its weight. Slave shuddered in anticipation.

He reached back into the drawer and withdrew his favorite toy. Custom built for him, the flogger had a leather wrapped handle with a hanging loop at its base, and 39 two-foot long, thin strands (always the odd number!) of extremely soft kangaroo hide.

Letting her see it, he said “I've always felt it important that punishment never be applied to a cold bottom. This will warm your ass up properly.” Slave gulped, eyes wide.

He moved out of her view behind her, noticing immediately that her pussy lips were swollen and blushing. Her moisture was visible, and he stiffened a bit at the sight of the tightly puckered hole he knew he would soon be sliding into. That is, if she didn't safe word out first.

He gave her an opportunity. “You can always say 'peppermint'...”

“No thank you, Sir,” she said firmly, with more conviction than she was actually feeling inside.

“So be it,” he said, beginning to swirl the flogger with practiced ease. The barest tips of the strands began to touch her ass, a couple of times a second, each time with the tiniest of stings. She flinched at first, then realized it didn't really hurt and relaxed into it. Nigel smiled, knowing what the cumulative effect would be as he watched her skin begin to redden.

After only a couple of minutes of this treatment, her ass was positively glowing. She began to squirm. Her butt wasn't just WARM, it was ON FIRE! Each light flick of the flogger now felt like a bee sting. Slave was panting heavily, and felt crazily aroused at the same time. She could feel her juices running down her widespread thighs.

Finally, the torture ended. Sir laid the flogger on the desk, and gently ran his hand across her burning ass. Slave gasped as he allowed his fingers to sample the wetness of her pussy and drag across her puckered rosebud.

“I think that will do. Are you ready to begin? Or would you rather say 'peppermint'?” he asked, lifting the belt from her shoulders.

Slave groaned, remembering the rules. With a shaky voice, she said, “No thank you, Sir. May I please have the first stroke?” Her body tensed.

Sir waited silently a few seconds and then swung the belt. Slave heard a quick swish and then a resounding CRACK as the leather landed, and a brilliant line of intensely white-hot pain lashed across her ass cheeks. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Holy shit PEPPERMINT!!!”

Unfortunately, all that came out of her mouth was a loud gasp, followed by her weak voice.

“That was one. Thank you, Sir. May I have the next stroke, please?”

“As you wish.”

By the third stroke she was sobbing loudly. After the seventh, she was a blubbering mess, almost unable to speak.

“Seven -choke- sir. Thank you -sob-. May I -choke- -sniff-”

He interrupted her. “Slave, I think you have reached your limit. We'll stop here.”

“NO!” she practically screamed, surprising him with her vehemence. “I let you down. I was a bad, BAD girl and deserve to be punished,” Slave cried in despair. “You HAVE to finish. You HAVE to. Please! Please, Sir, may I have the next stroke? Please?”

He sighed heavily. “If you insist...”

“PLEASE, Sir,” she wailed.

He eyed the welts crossing her ample ass and swung the belt much lighter than before. It would be more than sufficient to cause her enough pain when it landed on her inflamed skin. She yelped loudly. Three more gentle strokes, and they were done. Slave sobbed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Nigel picked up the bottle of lotion he had kept handy. Formulated especially for him by a pharmacist friend, and perhaps not exactly legal, it contained a powerful topical anesthetic. He squeezed a liberal amount out onto her ass and she started at the coldness against her burning skin. He began to gently rub the soothing lotion all over her butt and she moaned softly, reveling in the new sensation.

She was softly muttering. “Thank you Sir, oh thank you so much. Oh God, I love you, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

His heart soared at her words. It was time to take her to the next level, and he swapped out the lotion for some extremely slick lubricant. Still pretending to just be soothing her burning ass, his fingers began to stray, swiping across her labia to dabble in her wet pussy, and her tightly puckered back door.

Slave moaned loudly, arousal rapidly replacing her pain. She gasped as his finger penetrated her rectum deeply, pushing a large dollop of lube with it. He swirled the finger around inside her and began tugging, stretching her sphincter in every direction. His cock was swelling. He withdrew his finger, applied more lube and then slid two fingers into her ass, stretching her rosebud even more. Slave grunted at the intrusion, and recognized that she was on a rapid, unstoppable roller-coaster ride of arousal. Quickly, before it was too late, she spoke, forgetting that Sir had lifted her restriction. “Sir, may I cum? Oh please please please!”

“That's over,” he gently reminded her. “Cum as often as you like.”

Slave growled her approval as her body began to shudder in a mild orgasm. Coating his cock liberally with lube, he pressed the bulbous head to her puckered hole and leaned firmly forward. The fat mushroom slithered past her sphincter easily, stretching it even more. Without pause, he continued to very slowly but firmly push his rigid cock up her virginal ass.

Slave groaned. It felt like she was taking a massive shit, only in reverse. It hurt, but in a good way, as his steely hardness filled her like she had never been filled before. He continued to press in until finally his balls were up against her cunt. Without pause, he began to withdraw as slowly as he had pushed in, reveling in her tightness.

Remember how good it feels to take a really satisfying dump? That's the sweet feeling of relief Slave was now feeling as his cock pulled back with agonizing slowness. She saw stars as her body rocketed into orgasm. Her tight ass clenched his big cock over and over as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. He groaned at the sensation. Pulling back more rapidly until only the head of his cock remained inside her, he then slammed the full length hard into her depths and began to properly fuck her ass in long, full-length strokes, his balls slapping firmly up against her sodden pussy lips with each thrust.

Slave was cumming continuously as he pounded in and out of her, her wails filling the room as each orgasm peaked then began anew. He tensed, feeling his balls draw up, and thrust firmly into her yet again. His guttural scream joined hers as his semen came boiling out of his cock, filling her bowels with his hot cream and she exploded yet again. He collapsed across her back, gasping for breath.

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