Fanchon's Book

Chapter 11

Because I loved it. Could there be any other reason why I was burying my face in the sex-redolent muck and sucking her like this? Her thighs clamped around my neck; I bore the yoke bravely, knowing that a good slave was too valuable a property to injure permanently; my owner would never really harm me. We trusted each other. We belonged together. Like individual melodies entwined, punctus contra punctum, in one gloriously pulsating fugue.

Ah, how we pulsated!

My own body-un touched-was just as passionate as the one I was kissing. More so, perhaps, and it no longer seemed a phenomenon to me: I understood everything now. Like that time in front of the mirror, the stupendous orgasm brought on solely by my act of absolute submission, yes, my understanding was complete and I didn't have to grasp at shadowy straws of rationalization. I knew. And the very knowledge kept me at a quivery fever-pitch of enravishment.

Maybe I had always known. Certainly I must have had an inkling of it as far back as the night of furtive prowling and peeping just for an eyeful of the extraordinary new girl in my house. But not until a few minutes ago had I opened my heart in avowal: if you've turned me into a slave, then I'm a happy slave. Spoken from a throbbing heart-and at last I was letting the light of its revelation illuminate the fuzzy-dim corners of my mind.

So I sucked. Because I loved it. The flesh, yes (because it was her flesh), but more than the flesh I loved the compulsive self-abasement, the feeling, purely emotional, of being a slave to that flesh. In past years I had never regarded sex as anything but a physical act. An enjoyable act, inevitably-since I was always a creature of sensuality-but an act geared primarily to tactile-sensation, the touching and rubbing of meat upon meat: a coldly pragmatic opinion that I had come to accept as fact. And now I knew better. The truly transcendental ecstasy came not from doing but from being.

Oh, the doing was fine, too; I was beyond caring about the unbathed condition of the body I worshiped. Should a little sweat and slime deter a slave from duty? My face dipped deep and remained submerged even when the clenched thighs loosened and she hooked her heels over my back to hang suspended and smear herself against my chin, my cheeks, her pelvic grind-and-thrust serving up hairy mouthfuls for me to gorge upon. When I managed to take a breath, her heavy odor intoxicated me in its heady envelopment; I inhaled the stench of lust and perspiration and responded as if it were perfume.

Fingernails nipped my shoulders. The bare heels pounded my back like soft-knobbed drumsticks upon a tympanum. She was nearing it, the peak, the final spasm that would trigger mine; I gobbled frantically (yes, gobbled; hadn't I called for tartar steak?) and cast skill and caution aside in a last-ditch effort to consume and be consumed. I heard the noise from inside her, the visceral gasp, the signal of orgasm-and then my own climax struck and I knew nothing but the velvet darkness sweeping in and"Hey! Don't pass out!"

"Mmm?"

"Wake up, Fanchon. Come alive."

"Didn't you… uh, darling, didn't you make it?"

"Sure, I made it, but that's no reason for you to fall apart. Don't you know how to suck? You're supposed to let me down gently. Keep on lapping for a while. Slow and easy."

"I-I thought you were dropping off to sleep."

"The hell you did. You just got wrapped up in your own little blast and forgot about me. What kind of slave is that?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. You want me to… ummm… "

"Now you're getting the idea. Uh-uh. Like that. No, give me some more tongue, I want to feel it down there. Nice and soft. And make a thorough job of it, huh?-like you were swabbing me clean. That's the way I want you to do it all the time. At the end, I mean. After I come."

I shuddered. So brash, so bossy, such an arrogantly vulgar lecture: the harangue of a guttersnipe delivered with the hauteur of a goddess. But she was quite right, of course, she had caught me napping (literally!) and I had to atone for my sin of omission; I bent to my task in abject humiliation, crushed by her criticism and determined to make my slavish apology a satisfactory one. Nor was it a simple matter, either, considering my state of exhaustion.

"Good, good. You're learning. But that's enough for now. Sit up, Fanchon. Do you think you'll be able to remember it next time?"

"I'll remember."

"You'd better. I might not be so patient about it if I have to tell you again."

"You-you weren't very patient just then."

"Oh?" Her frown was fierce. "You're complaining?"

"No-no. Not really."

"Smarten up, Fanchon. What have you got to complain about? You're only getting what you asked for. You like what we're doing, don't you? If not, well… "

"Please… I-I obeyed you, didn't I? I'll do whatever you say, but please don't be angry."

"Okay. As long as we understand each other. I just don't want to hear you griping when the going gets rough." She stretched contentedly and sat up. "Hey, I feel pretty good now. How about you? Too tired to give me that bath you promised?"

"I'm tired-but' if it's what you want… " I shrugged and swung my feet to the floor. "I'll get the tub ready."

"Wait a minute. You do look kind of worn out. Maybe you'd rather go to sleep, huh?"

"Well… " With a wan smile, "Do I have a choice?"

"Hah! You already had it, sweetie. A big occasion, you said. Our first night. Okay, so it's a big occasionally it's going to be bigger than you thought. Fanchon, our first night doesn't end till morning; is that all right with you?"

"Morning? I-I'll try, but I doubt if-"

Her hand shot out to my breasts. I yelped in alarm as she caught a nipple between her thumb and forefinger; the yelp subsided to a moan as she squeezed slowly and my alarm turned to pain.

"Shut up, bitch! Shut up or I'll think you're complaining. I told you the going might get rough, didn't I? We'll be up all night and you'd better be on your toes. You're going to do everything for me, just like you said. You want to bathe my beautiful body, huh? You want to take care of your doll-baby, huh? Wake up, then. Look alive."

"Yes. I'll do it. Whatever you say. I'll go fix the tub.

But I can't move when you're pinching me like that."

"Hurts, huh? Okay, I guess it served its purpose."

Her grip relented. "You're awake now, I see. You feel all right? I sure hope so-because I need a healthy slave tonight, a lively one. Get up now and carry me to the bathroom."

It didn't register. Not with much meaning, at least. My bruised nipple ached; a congestion of apprehensive images sloshed around in the pea-soup fog of my befuddled brain; I looked into the glittering green eyes and saw no pity-and then I knew she meant it. Carry her to the bathroom? Impossible. But I had to try. Or elseThe punishing hand reached again, but I was already following orders. Lifting her. Tottering. Struggling under the burden and praying that I wouldn't collapse.

"No! Fanchon, put me down." She slipped away from my arms and stood upright on the bed. "You're not strong enough. You almost dropped me. Here, turn around. Carry me piggyback." She laughed on a sudden shrill note and clambered upon my back. "Grab my legs, quick, hold me, oh yes, you can be my piggy. You're always hungry anyway; you want to eat me, piggy? Let's go. Into the bathroom."

I heard the sharp snap of her fingers, peremptory; it crackled in my ear and roused me to action. More stirring yet was the clutch of her thighs, the hot skin rubbing; and between them, tickling, jostling up and down in rhythm with my steps, the still-wet tuft of hair, a paintbrush dipped in excitement: I could feel the cumulative effect of its touch spread over my body like a glowing coloration. Again? So soon? It was nothing short of a miracle, but I couldn't deny my own senses.

She had her arms around my neck. Her hands flirted with my breasts and then grasped them tightly. It hurt a little, but I didn't mind-not even when the pressure increased, oh no, I was beginning to like it; my swollen breasts were being mashed and responding as if they were begging for more. My sore nipple became a pointed source of excitation, biting into the enclosing palm and suffering a kind of delicious martyrdom.

Pleasure in pain? in vividly tangible pain? Of course-and why should I even think it strange? Wasn't it obvious that my sensual capacities were unlimited? Oh, I had so much to learn and my darling Kristi would teach me all of it; our love was a many-textured thing; the heat In my breasts merged with the heat of my loins and I was glad now that I had learned how to suck and how to be a piggy and carry my greedy little piglet (oh yes, a greedy piglet, just as greedy to be eaten as I was to eat her) and take her into the bathroom where we could"Fanchon, here. I gotta go."

"Hmm?"

"Set me down, you idiot. On the toilet. Turn around, that's it. But gently, gently-uh-uh-now quick-as a reward for being such a nice piggy, get down on your knees and kiss me… " And then with a squirming motion that found my open mouth and just as suddenly withdrew from it, "Only a nibble, that's all you get. Now go fix my bath."

I moved to obey, dazed, bewildered frustrated tasting her and wanting more. But before' I could turn the faucets I heard the trickling splash behind me and for the first time I felt something like embarrassment and was actually relieved when I got the water gushing noisily into the tub. Still, I couldn't resist the urge to swing my head around and look at her. At her beautiful face. At her lovely naked body. At my mistress my owner my princess my goddess-and somehow I was no longer embarrassed by her wickedness' after all hadn't I knelt before that toilet as if it were a throne? Yes, and I would be there yet if she hadn't stopped me, fight there in front of her, cringing at her feet, burrowing between her thighs, sucking, sucking-if she hadn't sent me away…

"Hey, what the hell are you staring at? Pay attention to your work, damn you. Don't be such a glutton. Don't worry, you hungry bitch, you'll get all that's coming to you. And aren't you lucky?-this is only our first night here."