I spent most of the next day at my desk. Admin work is never done. “Eureka…maybe,” I said as I looked, once again, at the figures on my spreadsheet. 

“That’s me done.” 

I jumped at the sound of Sally’s voice. Where had the time gone? Surely it couldn't be the end of the day already. I checked the clock. It was indeed that time. “Thank you for today.”

“No worries, Boss.” 

“Will you do the shutters please?”

She gave me a thumbs up, passed through the back door, and closed it behind her. A few moments later I heard the shutters coming down out the front.

I entered the cafe proper. With the shutters down and the lights on it was a rather dingy space. It was buoyed up by the semi-naked woman standing by the counter.

Petra wore just her red French knickers, matching bra, and trainers. I was still having a hard time separating the two Petras. There was the Petra that called me ‘Sir’ and the Petra that was my deputy manager.  

“Like what you see?” 

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Other than Petra’s state of dress, or undress, the clean down went as normal. We were done in only thirty minutes. “This looks good. Now come over here and get on your knees.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t have time today. I am meeting with my friends.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well next time then.”

She rolled her eyes. Actually it was like she rolled her shoulders.  She huffed. She came over to me, and placed her hand on my chest. “Are you really going to tolerate insubordination from your Cum Slut?” 

“Are you saying that that wasn’t a real no?”

“Of course not.”

“We’re not doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Playing games.”

“What games?”

I placed my hands on her shoulders. “If you use ‘no’ when you don’t mean it, how can I know when you do?”

 She shrugged. “Can we figure this out later? Right now I want to be put in my place."

“Very well. Go back over to the counter.” 

She giggled and did as I asked. 

I cleared my throat. “Come over here and get on your knees."  

“I don’t have time today. I am meeting with my friends.”

“I require your mouth.” 

“But, sir!”

I beckoned her forward with two fingers. I tried my best to look as displeased as possible.  

She came over to me with head bowed. “I’m sorry, sir. That was unacceptable.”

I ran my hand over her hair. She wanted me to be dominant. She wanted me to play this part. It still felt a bit icky. “I’m glad you realise that. Look at me.”

She raised her head and her bottom lip quivered. “I will learn to do better, sir.” 

“Who are you?”

“Your cum slut.”

“Good girl,” I said. “You can spend time with your friends later. Now shut up and kneel."

“May I have a cushion?”

“You may.” 

She giggled and took a cushion from one of the chairs. She dropped it at my feet. “Sir, I really don’t have time for this. My friends are expecting me.”

I glared at her. 

She winked.

I gave the top of her head a light push.  

She played her part well, pretending that the push had really forced her down. “Yes, sir.”

I unzipped my flies and pulled out my cock. “From this point on, no talking.”

“You’re not even hard.”

I slapped her lightly on the check. “What did I just say?” 

She looked shocked but the ghost of a smile played on her lips. She started to stroke me with just one finger. My cock tingled. I stroked her hair. I tilted her head up with my knuckle so as to meet her eyes. 

Her tongue ran across her lips. Her soft hands ran back and forth across my cock. It bucked a little as I started to get hard. She opened her mouth. I raised my palm as if in warning. She nodded.

From here, in the back corner, I could see the whole cafe. Her kneeling in this place made it all the hotter. I was like a king overlooking his domain with his woman before him. 

She opened her mouth and started to suck the tip. I let out a slight moan. She made me believe I was her master. It was my right to have her on her knees. More importantly, it was where she wanted to be.  “Good, girl.” 

She took more of me into her mouth. One of her hands slipped into her underwear. She sucked me and played with herself. For a split second, I wanted to tell her to stop. Shouldn't she focus on her master? I didn’t stop her. Seeing her get off on getting me off was so hot. 

I moaned. She sucked harder. Her tongue swirled around my shaft. Her head started to bob back and forth. I rested my hands on her head. I applied no pressure.

She gagged - exaggerating the struggle - her nose inches from touching me. She pulled back for air. She stroked me fast with my cock pointed directly at her face. Her hands were working quickly. With her right, she stroked me. Her thumb went around and around the head. She fingered herself.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

Suddenly I was back in her mouth again. I was getting close. I decided not to warn her. She wanted dominance? I would show it to her. Our eyes met as she sucked. Only the tip was in her mouth. She spat on my cock, rubbing her saliva all down it.

“Fu…” I couldn’t finish the word. I came suddenly. Ribbons of cum shot over her face. It landed on her top lip and past her nose.

Her body shuddered for a moment as she got herself off. She let out a little squeaky moan.

There was a moment's pause. Had I gone too far? She closed her eyes, and raised her hands to her face and spread my cum over. She pointed to her lips.

“Now you may talk.”

“I think I have learnt my lesson, sir.”    

“Good,” I said. “So in the future?”

“I will kneel when told to.” 

“I’m glad we understand each other.”

She grinned. “We do!”

I clicked my fingers. It was my way of, for want of a better term, ending the scene. “You may stand.” 

She stood and wrapped her arms around my neck.  “That was so hot. I didn’t know you could be like that.”

“The slap wasn’t too much?”

“You have to discipline your bitch. If anything, you could slap me harder.” 

“Really.”

She nodded. “Do I look good covered in cum?”

“Of course you do. I don’t want to keep you from your friends. You may go.”

She giggled. It was like music. “I’m not meeting my friends. I am free tonight. I just wanted to see if you had a firm hand.”

“Sorry I disappointed you.”

She wiggled her index fingers, pointing them at her face.  “You gave me a beautiful gift.”

“I meant before.”

“I would rather have a master that worries. I don’t want one that actually is a bastard.” 

“Have you had a master before?”

“Yes. And he didn’t understand the role. He liked ordering me around but didn’t think much beyond that.” 

“What shall we do now?”

"Well, I’m going to clean up. Can I take a shower at your place?” 

“Of course. And while you do, I will prepare a meal.”



While Petra showered, I went to the kitchen. I decided to make biryani. It was one of my favourite meals. It was also one I was sure I would not screw up. 

With the meal cooking on the hob, I washed up. 

“Smells delicious,” Petra said from behind me.

“I hope so.” I placed the chopping board on the draining board, turned around, and my jaw dropped. She was naked. 

Her hair was still a little wet from the shower. Her little boobs were perky and jiggled a little as she bounced on her feet. My eyes darted to her pussy. She was shaved bare. She did a little twirl and smiled. “I hope my body pleases you, sir.”

I dried my hands and came over to her. “Of course I do. You want to stay naked, do you?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I am your slut. I don’t think I need clothes around you.”

“So every time I invite you over you’ll be naked?”
“Yes, sir. And you have an important decision to make.”

“What’s that?”
“I think we both know I’m getting fucked tonight. The question is, what position are you going to fuck me in.”

“Really?”

“Of course, silly,” she beamed. 

“You said before I would have to play my cards right for that.”

“I know. I have taken cocks from unworthy men. Taking yours is a no-brainer.” 

I felt like I was on the edge of a precipice. I had to tell her. “I’m a virgin.”

Her eyes went wide. “You are?”

I nodded, looking down at the floor. 

She lifted my chin. “Not for much longer.”

Our eyes met. “You don’t care?”

“Why would I care?”

“Because I may not be the best you’ve ever had.”

She pulled me into a kiss. “I knelt for you because you’re a sweet man.”

“And to get a payrise.”

“That was a smokescreen. Don’t get me wrong I need the money but you could have had me on my knees day one.” 

“Oh really.”

She gave me a cheeky smile. “Maybe. Now you just need to figure out how to get Sally on her knees.”

My eyebrows went up. “I’m not sure how to respond to that.” 

“Why?” She drew her fingers through my beard. “Are you embarrassed? It’s just you and me.”

I blushed. “Suppose you came into work and saw Sally on her knees, how would you feel about it?” 

“Two sluts are better than one.”

“So it wouldn’t bother you?”

“Nope.”

“Because if I saw you blowing another man it would bother me.” 

“I am the sub,” she said. “The rules are different for me. Although if you wanted to see me blow another guy…”

“You would?”

“Yeah,” she said. “For you, I would do anything. Now let’s eat, relax a little, and then I can get pounded.” 

While we ate Petra asked me questions about my past relationships - or lack thereof. There wasn’t really a story. I had sent messages on dating sites, asked out women in real life, and, occasionally, confessed feelings to a friend. Those I spoke to were either not interested, already in a relationship, or gay.  

“In other words,” Petra concluded. “Bad luck.”

“Yeah.”

“Look on the bright side.” She speared a chunk of chicken. “If one of those relationships had worked out, you might be stuck with a girl that won’t suck your cock.”

“Very true.”

We had a pause after dinner. I was nervous and needed a little time to digest. Although I knew that those feelings would not abate completly.  

We entered the bedroom. Petra put her arms around me. “I want you to call the shots. You are my master and you have waited far too long.”

“I didn’t have any condoms,” I said, suddenly remembering. 

“Don’t need ‘em,” she said, “I have birth control.” 

I pulled her forward. She let out a little squeal. I kissed her and she kissed back our tongues slid across each other and our hands went up each other’s backs.

I stepped back and started to unbutton my shirt. 

Petra stepped forward and started to undo my belt. “This is the first time I will see you fully naked.”

I nodded as I reached the final button.  

“Remember,” she said. “I am still your slut. You can be rude. You can be rough. I know my safeword. I hope, one day, you will put me in handcuffs.”

I tossed my shirt to the floor. “One day,” I said. “There will be a collar and a chain.” 

She grinned. “I hope so.”

I wriggled a little and my trousers fell down. 

She rubbed her hand across the front of my boxers. My semi-hard cock twitched. “I think he is excited.”

“Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir.”

She dropped quickly and pulled my boxers down. I stepped out of them and flung them aside. “Good, girl.”
She giggled. She put her hands behind her back, gripping one of her wrists. She slid her mouth over my cock.

I let out a gasp. I grunted. My cock bucked. Her magic mouth got me fully erect in a few seconds. It felt strange to stop her. “Get on the bed. On your back. Show me that pussy.”

My words were her command. She quickly got on the bed. She spread her legs giving me an amazing view.  She kept her hands on her legs.

“You’re not going to touch yourself?”
“Not without permission.” 

“Show me how you play.”

She reached for her pussy. She started to move her fingers around and around in circles. Her fingers slipped inside moving back and forth. 

I got up on the bed and crawled towards her slowly. “Stop.”

She let out a gasp.  Her mouth dropped open just a little as she looked at me. “My turn,” I said. 

“Sir?”

I was close to her now, taking in her scent. I had wanted to get my head between her legs for a while. I ran my tongue up her slit. I had read how to do this once. I tried to remember. I made my tongue big. Then I started to trace letters with it. I pressed my lips to her and hummed.

“Fuck!” she moaned. “A little higher.”

I moved as directed. 

“Fuck!” She put her hands on the back of my head. “I didn’t expect this, sir.”

I brought my fingers into moving, then swiftly in and out. I sucked and I licked her amazing pussy.

“Sir!” she yelled—her hands gripped my hair. “Fuck me! I need to be fucked!”

I stopped and rose up looking down at her on my bed. She reached for me, giving my cock a few strokes. “I have wanted to be fucked by you for ages.” 

“I have wanted to fuck you for ages!”

“Fuck me, Master!”

Then it happened. I slipped my hands under her shoulders and my cock into her dripping pussy. I let out a little moan as I started to thrust into her.

“Oh, God!” she moaned. 

I kissed her as I took her. Her pussy was so tight around me. It felt even better than I could possibly have imagined. I kissed her a little roughly - missing her lips between my thrusts. 

She moaned. Her hands ran over my back. I felt a slight sting as her short nails dug into me. “You are so hot!”

“That’s because I’m being fucked!”

We laughed a little. I’m not even sure what was funny. I kissed her neck as I thrust faster, the bed shook.

She bucked her hips and wrapped her legs around me. “Oh, God, Dave!”  

The use of my name caught me off guard. I slowed for a second. I pressed my lips to hers as I thrust my body, pushing on hers. “Fuck!” 

She let out little gasps and a scream. “Oh, my!”

I was almost there. Her pussy tightened. “I’m cumming!” Suddenly, and far too quickly, I shot my load into her pussy. 

With a little squeal, she scratched my back again and her body shook. “Master,” she panted. “That was amazing.”

I fell lightly on top of her, panting a little, and withdrew my hands from under her. “It was.”

She grinned and then her face fell. “I’m sorry I used your name. I forgot my place.”

I pushed myself up so I could look down on her. Her body was covered in beads of sweat and her hair was wild around her head. “You don’t have to be so serious about it."

“I like it. I want us to be slut and master.” 

“I like it too, but tell me if it stops being fun.” 

She smiled and stroked my face. “I know. You should write up your rules for me.”

“I like that idea.”

“Really?” 

“Yes. I’m not sure how to do it though.”

 “I can help you.” 

“Excellent,” I said. “Now let's take a shower.”

She beamed. “Yes, master.”