House Slut - S01 E102

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House Slut - S01 E102

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 102

Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

“Something funny?” Jackson asked her, having finished with the camera.

“Just thinking about getting fucked while watching my own sex tape.” Tegan confessed, as casually as she might have asked for a glass of water.

“Already thinking ahead?” Jackson queried wryly. “We’ve barely started here.”

“I know, but I guess I’m still horny.” Tegan said with a shrug.

“Oh, you didn’t get to come.” Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

“No. But that doesn’t matter.”

“No.” Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to look up at him as he loomed over her. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not here to come, are you? You’re here to please me.”

Tegan looked up at him, her eyes pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

“Do you understand, slut?” Jackson commanded.

“Yes Master.” Tegan mumbled.

“What?” Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to speak clearly.

“Yes Master.” Tegan repeated.

“Good slut. Don’t forget again, I don’t want to waste time punishing you instead of fucking you.” Jackson said, pulling his shorts back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her. “Get dressed, slut. We’re going out.”

Jackson didn’t tell her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn’t – and didn’t ask permission to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee – a necessary part of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs – but did nothing about the mess he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoes and Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground floor in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going – because wherever it was it was in walking distance – but resisted the urge to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn’t her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

“So where are you living these days anyway?” He queried.

“A house a couple of suburbs over, Master.” Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly nicer area of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn’t sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave routine while they weren’t having sex but figured it couldn’t help to massage his ego with it.

“Share house?”

“Yes Master.” Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with young people who couldn’t really afford to live there. Share housing was common. Of course he didn’t know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for free. She would admit it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

“You’ve been pretty quiet on social lately.” Jackson commented, admitting he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

“I guess the things I’ve been busy with aren’t really Facebook-friendly, Master.” Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general direction of what passed for a commercial district in the area, near to a train station, a supermarket and casual dining.

“Guess not.” Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand rest on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier area, late commuters headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

“Fancy some dinner? I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Sure.” Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based query and didn’t warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the skirt of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and leave them some menus to peruse. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his body language, though she sat upright wanting to appear alert, while Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

“It’s hard to believe I’m sitting here with you.” Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Jackson still had feelings for her – feelings she didn’t intent to reciprocate – this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional resolve. It would have been easier if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

“You know why I am here, Master. We discussed it.” Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formality. She had given him the basic gist during their text sessions – she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the exact circumstances of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how much she didn’t really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of semen on her. He didn’t know about the extent of the trials, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn’t press her for more details.

“If only my friends could see you now.” He said pointedly, referring to their previous disagreements.

“Isn’t that what the video is for?” Tegan chided him dismissively.

“I mean in person.” Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to deny it.

“What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway?” Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Jackson’s body language. “Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me?”

“I dunno.” Jackson said, taking a sip of his drink. “The idea just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with other guys.”

“So there was no real thought process behind it? Or is this like, a cuckold thing?” Tegan suggested.

“I’m no cuck” Jackson said with a shrug. “I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do stuff – but not to humiliate you. I wanted you to be into it.”

“What if your buddies had gotten handsy? Gotten more than just an eyeful?”

“I didn’t really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it.” Jackson said thoughtfully.

“Well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next step? Was I going to wind up letting your friends touch me? Even fuck me, as things got out of control?” Tegan picked up her cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an opportunity to think. “Would you have let that happen?”

“No.” Jackson said, but Tegan wasn’t sure he was being truthful.

“Why not?” She countered.

“Because you were my girl. I didn’t really want them to have a piece of you. It was just for fun.”

“I see.” Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the truth about not thinking it through and she didn’t want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of frustration, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates – Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to pick up on the awkwardness of the silence that had fallen between them.

“Is everything uh… ok here?” She asked, taking her notepad out of her pocket distractedly.

“Can I get another diet coke, thanks.” Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

“Nothing for me.” Jackson said distractedly.

“Sure.” She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her fingers delicately biting into one.

“Mm, nothing beats fresh.” Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jackson. “You’ve gone quiet.”

“Just thinking.”

“Must be about something good.”

“Oh, yeah, I think so.” Jackson speared one of his kofta with his fork and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bite as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to have rallied as he grinned at her across the table. “Eat up, you’re going to need your energy.”