I always could think better when it was daylight. I'd gotten up sometime in the middle of the morning I changed to the blue silk dress.
The man rd seen the very first day brought me my breakfast. He sure wasn't much of a talker. But I was hungry so I didn't feel like small talk anyway.
The butler brought me more orange juice when I asked for it, and when I wanted coffee, he brought that too. I kept trying not to think of Nat. It was hard to keep from going along with his game. He was so damned good-looking. He knew how to do things to my body I'd never dreamed about. No boy could match such techniques. And Nat knew my soul had been touched. He'd felt me shivering in his arms as he'd carried me upstairs. He'd seen me reach out for him when he'd tucked me into bed and left me alone.
"Thanks for breakfast," I told the butler. "What if I wanted something to drink now…"
His face looked puzzled.
"Like booze."
He shook his head. "Mr. Blake said you weren't to have any spirits."
I started into the big front room to see if the butler would stop me. He followed, but didn't say anything. I walked around touching things. I looked at the titles of some book on the coffee table and then started towards the double glass doors that opened to the back yard.
Mr. Butler stepped in front of me. I nodded. He didn't have to say a word.
I saw the liquor bottle on the table in the front room. I went for it like I was going to get a drink.
The butler quickly stepped in front of me and scooped the bottle off the table.
I didn't really want a drink. I'd had some beer a couple of times on a dare and could hardly handle that. I was just seeing how carefully I was going to be watched… how much I was allowed to get away with. It didn't look like much.
I thought I'd try the phone. But when I looked around, I realized I hadn't noticed one since Nat had brought me out to the villa. He probably had one in his study. For receiving business calls and what not. And his study would be locked. I didn't even have to ask.
I went back upstairs. It was driving me crazy that all the kids at school were whispering about poor me. I'd had a nervous breakdown, they'd be saying… or whatever it was that. Nat Blake had cooked up between my mother and the principal. Of course my teachers at school didn't know just what kind of psychological help I was getting up here at Nat's villa either! And if I ever got out to tell them the truth they wouldn't believe a word I said.
I went in my room and took a look out the window. Bobby Jackson was shoveling in a flower bed, his back to the sun. Nat was so damned confident of his little trip that he wasn't even afraid to have one of my schoolmates around.
If only I could get to Bobby… get a message to him. The sun was so bright I had to squint. And that's what gave me the idea.
I took the hand mirror from the dresser and got the sun in it just right. I flashed it out to where Bobby was on his hands and knees now, pulling up some weeds. He saw the bright patch of light immediately and turned to see where it was coming from. I gave him as hot of sun right in the eyes and then put the mirror down and waved like crazy.
He must have seen me behind the locked window. He waved and smiled and then went back to what he was doing.
I slumped down on the bed, madder than hell. Sure. Nat had told him I was here. And he'd probably told him that I was emotionally disturbed, needed a rest. I was so mad I could've spit. But I knew that Bobby was my only chance to get the hell out of this madhouse. I found a scrap of something to write on and the stub of a pencil I'd seen earlier. I told Bobby to meet me in the back yard that night at midnight and that it was a matter of life and death. I crossed out life and death and simply said it was very, very important. I didn't want to scare him off.
There was a window in Nat's bedroom that worked. I'd seen it partly open the day before. Then I flashed sun on the side of Bobby's face again. The note fluttered down and he saw it.
Good old Bobby! He stuffed the thing in his pocket without reading it. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get out of the house sometime around midnight. And when Nat came home at noon from his office, I realized just how hard that was going to be.
"It's kind of early… isn't it?" I swallowed hard as he led me upstairs. I'd been sitting around the front room, eyeing the whiskey bottle… just to make the butler uneasy. Nat had swept into the room and kissed me and taken my hand. I could see by the front of his pants exactly what he had in mind.
He closed the door to his bedroom. I didn't sit on the bed or do anything that would make him think he'd won a victory the night before. But he seemed to know that things were working in my head. And he was right.
Just the strong sound of his voice, the way he moved and ordered me around made me flush with excitement. I didn't understand why I should feel like that, but I did. Then he pulled that silver choke chain out of his pocket. It was the kind used to train dogs.
"I have a little necklace for you," Nat smiled. He slipped it around my neck and did something with a pair of pliers. I was thinking of fighting him again. I knew that once that damned thing was on me, he could do anything he wanted. And yet at the same time, the cold steel against my skin, the rub of it made me start shaking. My breath got tight in my throat. I closed my eyes when he snapped the expensive leash into the collar and gave it a gentle tug. I was panting now… hard.
And Nat knew why.
"This is the sort of thing which suits your needs, Jerilyn." He pulled me over with the leash and kissed me softly. I didn't close my lips when Nat gingerly pushed them apart with the tip of his tongue.
"So young…"
He touched my shoulders. He knew I wasn't wearing any panties under the blue dress. And he knew then wasn't anything but that sheer silk between his fingers and the jutting nipples of my breasts. I whimpered as he began to massage my tits deeply. I tried to make him stop. The gentle but deep rubbing continued. My nipples burned with pleasure as he forced the silk back and forth over their tender surfaces.
"When are you going to let me go?"
"Let you go?" He looked truly surprised.
"How do you think I feel with this… this dog collar on me! How do you think I feel when you rape me whenever you want…"
"You like it," Nat said, looking right into my eyes.
I started to say something else, but Nat's words had made the flesh of my back prickle. And a new rush of hot juice was dampening my brown cunt curls. I started to sob. Not with big tears. I looked down at my bare feet on the red rug.
"I'm gonna get pregnant. I just know I will…"
"No, you won't. I've seen to that…"
I guessed what he meant. But could I believe him? Could I believe a man who tied me up with silk and fucked me and now was going to have me wear a dog chain around?
"Can't I see any of my friends?"
"Of course not." He took me in his arms. His chest was too warm, too muscled. I felt my resistance weakening already. His fingers felt the curves of my ass. The petting felt good. The chain jingled on my neck as he tightened on the leash, pulled down on it. I went down on my knees.
"Take off my pants," he ordered.
I undid his belt and fly and pulled his slacks down. His jockey shorts were all shoved out in front. He gave the chain a little jerk and nodded and I pulled them down too.
"I've got to be out of town tonight," he said. "But I didn't want to miss our session together."
I was staring at the swollen white shaft bobbing an inch from my mouth. The foreskin was already half pulled back from the darkened tip. My breathing got faster. I had to swallow again. What was wrong with me? Why did I start freaking out when that thing was close? Why did my poor little cunt throb so hard and flood out all its juice?
Nat pulled on the leash and made me look up. "Let's try the bed. Yes, that way you can take your time."
He made me stay on my hands and knees while he led me to the bed with the leash. The feel of the leather strap across my back and shoulders, the jingle of the chain tightening slightly, sent me shivering. I hated the idea of being like this. But the reality of it was tantalizing.
Again my thoughts became confused and cloudy. The only thing I was sure of was how my body felt. It glowed and tingled with increasing pleasure. Even though I knew that I was going to take Nat's cock in my mouth.
He lay on his back and pulled me between his spread thighs. I started playing with his rigid shaft. My face was flushed and the saliva flowed into my mouth so fast that I had to keep swallowing. Once I drooled accidentally on his cock and Nat moaned and worked his hip. He had a good hold on the leash and was keeping it just taut enough to know where I was. I jacked his cockskin gently up and down, watched the hot blood filling that dangerous-looking tip.
Nat started pulling the collar down, forcing my mouth down too. The damp head of his cock touched my cheek as I turned my lips away. I was just trying to get used to the whole thing… trying to get ready. He wanted me to do things that I'd never dreamed of doing before.
"Come on, Jerilyn, let's not have any problems today…"
The cock was touching my lips now. I let my tongue touch the velvety head. Some of my spit trickled out too and made the darkened thing glossy. Slowly I let my lips part and Nat pulled down on the leash. My head was forced down, my mouth surrounded the throbbing thick meat.
Nat felt my stomach buck. He held the leash tight anyway, smiling as I tried to make room for that pulsing prick in my mouth. My spit overflowed and ran down the sides of his prick. I blinked, watching the saliva make dew drops in the tight kinks of his cockhair. I licked his cock feverishly, wanting to please Nat, wanting to keep him from making me choke on him again.
He let the leash go louse. I knew he hadn't meant to. It was just that I was doing something that felt awful good to him. I did it some more, experimenting until I'd discovered exactly the right pressure, exactly the right spots.
Those bumps seemed full of nerve endings. I used the flat of my tongue against them and he grunted hungrily. But when I licked across them fast, Nat went wild. He squirmed his hips around on the bed and sucked in huge lungfuls of air. He pumped his cock deeper into my mouth. I tried to keep it front going too deep, but Nat remembered the leash and jerked down hard!
"Ghhhaaa…"
I couldn't tell him, he was choking me. He probably didn't care anyway. Then he let the pressure go again so I could just suck the tip. That was better than being choked. Though now I started to get freaky about having to eat his cum. I remembered that even my friend Lorrie wouldn't do that! But then I remembered something that Lorrie would do. She had told me once about how she could make Bobby Jackson do just about anything she wanted. It was a little thing she did when they were fucking and Bobby got too hot too quick. I strained to remember the details as Lorrie had told them.
Something about finding the gland up inside his body. The one that made all the cum shoot out.
Lorrie had mentioned that it was easy to find if you put your finger inside a guy's ass. I didn't want to go that far. But there was another way. It could be reached from the outside too… if you knew how. It was up under his balls somewhere. And I figured that all men were pretty much alike in that way.
"Jerilyn… yeah, baby… suck it hard…!"
My heart pounded. With that leash and chain around my neck, there was no way I could escape the hot explosion of his own this time. Frantically I shoved a hand up to cup his balls. He liked that. I pretended to be playing with them, exciting them. But my middle finger was probing higher. I felt the soft place then I touched a lump that made him suck a quick breath. I began to rub it at first, but his cock was swelling with every beat of his heart.
I knew it wouldn't be long before my sucking brought fountains of hot seed into my mouth. And I couldn't stop sucking. Everytime I did, Nat wound the leash around his fingers a little tighter.
"Hunnnnnn!" I rubbed the bulge, working my nails into the flesh. His cocktip was pulsing like it was about ready to spume. I even tasted something salty. But the thing just went on jerking against the roof of my mouth like the own was jetting. Yet nothing at all came out.
"Mmmmmrn…" I sighed. I was almost afraid to let up the pressure of my fingertip. I could pinch that nut-sized gland between my thumb and three fingers now because it was so swollen. I rolled it, massaged it… always keeping a squeezing pressure.
"God… damn…!" Nat's fingers opened and the leash slipped from his hand. He was trying to clasp it again. I smiled around the thick shaft in my mouth. Spit drooled from the corners of my lips. I had him! At least for a little bit, I had him. Hewn still trying to find the leash when I eased my lips up over the bulging, blue tip and away.
"Jerilyn… you little bit…!" He grabbed me by my shoulders and rolled me over on the bed. I was on my back, the chain tight again. I was fighting to get loose, but I had no chance against Nat. He straddled my chest, his cock gripped in his right hand, the left still tugging the choke chain tight.
"Nooooo!" Then he grabbed my jaw. It was the same way he'd made me open my mouth before. And it worked.
My big tits heaved up and down on my chest as he raised slightly on his knees and started to jack his cock. Without my finger pinching his cum back, I knew what would happen. A bulge of whitish cream flowed suddenly from the tip of his prick. It hung in a long string and I felt the sticky heat of it splat against my right breast. The nipple glowed as the slimy stuff dripped down and trickled into the hollow of my belly.
"Ohhh God, don't put it in my mouth!"
"You'll learn to eat this stuff yet… Goddamn you!"
Nat bent forward, his fingers holding my jaw open. I had to open my mouth even wider! Then I saw that the swollen, bluish head of his cock was directly over my chin. Nat brought his hand up towards the flared head quickly. There was a soft slapping noise and the tiny slit throbbed open. A thick fountain of cum boiled over my lower lip and dripped against my tongue.
"Ooooooooo… Huuuunnnn!" I couldn't escape his viselike hands. He was sitting on my chest, my breasts mashed together by his thighs. He jacked his cock faster now and I saw a huge glop of froth come cult. Somehow I jerked enough so that it smeared down the side of my cheek. Nat cursed and hurt me with his fingers.
I whimpered and clawed the bedspread. My heels drummed the mattress. But Nat was grinning down at me like a crazy man. He kept nursing the cum from his body, his eyes glazed with the pleasure of coming. A forceful, hot spurt jetted up across my face, oozed down the bridge of my nose. Some of it leaked into my mouth. I had to swallow, had to taste the terrible stuff.
It wasn't as bad as I'd thought. It was sour and a little salty and… kind of strange. I gagged anyway just as Nat shoved his cockhead against my bottom lip. I felt the steamy curds slide across my tongue as his prick throbbed powerfully against my trembling chin. Now I was feeling that swollen tenderness between my thighs. That plump, seepy excitement that meant my cunt was ready to be touched.
Not that I wanted Nat to touch me! The bastard was doing enough… I felt half sick as a hot, slimy pool filled my mouth. How much could he squirt out of his balls? I knew that I couldn't keep from swallowing much longer. But still the stringy stuff dangled from the tip of his cock and into my open mouth.
Nat laughed and tugged the choke chain tight. The strangling feeling made me swallow automatically… he knew how to make me do anything he wanted. My body shuddered as I felt the slippery sap ease down my throat. But I didn't gag again. It was done. I'd eaten his win… just like he'd been trying to get me to do.
He didn't say anything for a while. He just lay there on his back, breathing hard, his big cock wilted slightly and sticking against his cummy thigh. I was on my knees, the leash hanging down. The other end of it was grasped tightly in Nat's fingers. I smelled the sharp aroma of his seed in my mouth and on my lips. I wiped my chin and looked at the creamy stuff that came off.
"You're going to take this damned thing off, aren't you?" I said.
"No. That's a part of your wardrobe now," he laughed.
"Oh, sure. Your… butler, or whatever he is, will sure start to get funny ideas if he sees this thing."
"Roland is gone for the week. I sent the cook away too." He beamed at inc. "I thought it would be more fun with just the two of us around."
"But you said you were taking a trip out of town tonight…"
"All the better to have you chained up, don't you think?"
I closed my eyes. A tear fell down my cheek. Now I would have no way of contacting Bobby when he tried to meet me in the back yard that night. If he even bothered to come. For all I knew he was laughing at my note right now.
"Come with me, Jerilyn," Nat said, getting up. "On your hands and knees."
I crawled behind him. The gentle tug against my leash made me shiver. I knew my body had been excited by the abuse Nat had given me. He seemed to sense something about my makeup that I wasn't conscious of. I hated him for that… and yet when he touched me…
He led me into my bedroom.
"I've had this chain for some time," he said. He took the leather leash off and tossed it aside. A steel chain was hooked into my collar and secured by a small brass lock. He put the key on a cord around his neck.
"You have enough slack to go to the bathroom. I don't guess you'll be needing any clothes." He stood back looking at me. His cock had gone soft, but when I tried to tug at the awful steel links, his prick stiffened.
"God, you're beautiful. So young… so innocent."
He came over. I stopped moving. He bent to kiss one of my breasts. I tried not to let him know what the soft brush of his tongue across my nipple was doing to me.
But Nat knew.
"Until tomorrow…" He walked to the door. "There's some food for you there…" He pointed to my dresser.
I hadn't even noticed the big silver tray and the linen cloth that was draped over it. When I looked up again, Nat was gone.