The Velvet Box

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Adam's eye's glowed with a certain delight, like a child who finds his presents on Christmas as he looked over Mia. His gaze continued as his clothes joined her dress on the floor, peeling them off with ease. She was the very definition of perfection in his mind, pure flesh and bone, nothing artificial. Inside her contained the love of an angel and the sexual desire of a devil. He felt torn in some way as if two entities now resided in him, the loving husband who happy to be with such a loving creature and the wicked persona that wanted to bend her over and take her for another ride.

The temptation of Mia's posterior had convinced Adam to enter, though in some way it was redundant. To be near his wife in the shower as the water ran over her soft body was more than enough to get him to join her. The water immediately fell onto him, lowering his head as he allowed himself to be become sopping wet. Once his head lifted he looked at Mia, she eyes so innocent even when caught in sin. His hand were as if they moved on their own, moving softly over her back side, the water made fingers glide over her figure with ease, but he only moved up to her hips as he pressed her against the shower, the water no longer pouring onto their hair. His lips moving in to kiss her.

"I love you Mia, my little sex slave." it seemed as if every word was followed by a sweet kiss "You're such a good girl, with such lovely eye's cute smile, flawless body, nice firm ass, and such perfect tits."

His left hand began to move up to her breast, his thumb and index rolling over her nipple as he tugged at it. He gave the other the same attention before moving down to kiss between her chest. He savored the feel of his lips as they touched the slick wet skin of Mia, soon he moved over to her nipple. His tongue moving around her nipple as he began suck on her breast.

 

[littlelove]

Mia's head rolled back and she purred with pleasure as his lips dragged over her breast and wrapped around her aching little nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it, and then letting his kisses stray over her ribs and chest and stomach as she writhed in anticipatory pleasure, shoulders against the slick tile, her hipbones pushing forward until they made contact with his skin, searing under the stinging hot assault of the shower, and she felt his member throb insistently against the flat, pale warmth of her little tummy.

He pulled away and she ran her fingertips down his cheek to his jaw, the nameplate of her collar glinting as the droplets slid off the point of the metal heart.

And then she slipped out from between him and the wall, and before he could ask her where she was going or what she was doing, she bent in half at the waist, and grabbed the far lip of the tub, droplets of water gleaming as they slid through the coral pink slit of her heat.

 

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Sweet innocent Mia, the personification of all temptation. Her needs seemed unquenchable as she bent over, present her slippery pink before Adam. The hot water stung at his back as he looked on, his finger grazing along the slippery contours of her labia. A feel of heat seeming to resonate from her sex as if it were calling him home. His heart began to blood quickly to his head, giving him a high while his hand moved over her ass. He squeezed the very object that she tempted him, as he inhaled the warm steam that came from the hot cascade. His eyes glaring at Mia while he bit his lip. The darkness was taking over him and he did nothing to fight it.... he welcomed it.

Such a beautiful little whore.

His words slid from his lips like ice into her ear, steady and cool. He gave her a firm spank on her bottom, knowing very well of how much she would enjoy the painful punishment. He stopped at one spank, for he planned on giving her another form of punishment. He was already hard, feeling every inch of her little body made it possible and seeing her warm pussy kept it so. His hand once aiding his finger slide along her slit was no guiding his long shaft along her enticing entrance. His tip of his cock running up and down feeling the little area between her ass and pussy, giving her the idea that he just may find a new place for him to stick his member in.

In the end though, he decided against it. Anal sex was an acquired taste, one that he wasn't quite sure Mia was ready for. His own teasing was starting to get to him and so he decided to relieve both of them as he slid his cock inside her. It felt as if her body welcomed him, the warm ambience of her inside felt almost unreal. His hand raised up to her neck clamping on as his index finger ran across her nameplate. The little heart that dangled moving all around as Adam continued to thrust his cock inside Mia's perfect pink.

"Tell me how it feels!" his words were commanding yet still hinted the soft cold tone of his "Tell how it feel to be fucked by your master. Give. Me. Every.Detail!"

 

[littlelove]

"Such a beautiful little whore."

She moaned as the words fell on her ears, her ass lifting higher and swaying back and forth invitationally.

He spanked her once and a red handprint flourished under her pale skin as blood rushed to the site. She felt him guide his cockhead through the luscious folds of her little pussy and stray up and down, teasing the little pucker of her asshole.

Mia had experimented in anal sex a few times, but never with someone as well-endowed as Adam, and the thought of his enormous cock piercing into her tiny little asshole made her go slightly still, expectant and anxious. She wasn't sure if she could take it, but she was willing to try. Anything for her husband, her Master.

After a long pause, he finally sank his cock into her warm, waiting little sex instead, making her arch her back and push back into him, purring her pleasure.

"Tell me how it feels! Tell how it feel to be fucked by your master. Give. Me. Every.Detail!"

Mia's voice game out soft, erotically girlish, "It feels so fucking good, Master. I feel free. I feel safe. I feel so taken care of by my Master. I would do whatever Master asked of me. Master's cock feels so fucking big and fat, tearing into my sweet little body, making me his little cockslut. Babygirl loves it when Master pounds her tiny, wet little cunt, feeling Master's cockhead going so deep it kisses my womb. Your big, heavy balls slapping against my little pussy with every thrust."

 

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"It feels so fucking good, Master. I feel free. I feel safe. I feel so taken care of by my Master. I would do whatever Master asked of me. Master's cock feels so fucking big and fat, tearing into my sweet little body, making me his little cockslut. Babygirl loves it when Master pounds her tiny, wet little cunt, feeling Master's cockhead going so deep it kisses my womb. Your big, heavy balls slapping against my little pussy with every thrust."

Mia was a master of words as they came to Adam's ears. Baby girl... he kind of liked that. She drove that primal urge that was taking him. His cock making it's vigorous pace of going in and out of her wonderful pink, the slapping sound of their flesh accompanying the water that showered over them. His hand no longer around her neck but now over half her face, making her turn her head to allow him to see her face. His tongue calling for her as he had her open her mouth.

His hands were all over her. His free hand now on her one of her tit, pinching and pulling her nipples, while his cock pressed deeper inside her womb. His breathing was heavy, following into Mia's ears letting her hear the sound her master made when he fucked her. He was becoming close to reaching the end, his seed would once again flow inside inside her body. His baby girl would get what she deserved.

 

[littlelove]

Mia's breath became shallow and gasping as his relentless pace brought her to the cusp of her own release, her sex clinging desperately around his big cock, flutters of constriction wringing through her internal muscles, milking his cock as she pressed her hips back against him as he slammed into her willing little body again and again.

His hands were wrapped around her waist as he pounded in and out, warm and strong, and Mia could not have been more grateful. Her knees were weak with swooning pleasure and his firm grip, his fingers pressing softly into the supple flesh of her curving hips, was all that was keeping her on her feet.

The pleasure was now so intense that with every stroke she was screaming out a moan, the sounds of her delight echoing slightly off the gleaming tiles to a background of the sound of water pattering on skin and porcelain.

She reached the place where normally she would have gushed her sweetness around him in release, but it passed and he kept pumping. Her knuckles were white on the lip of the tub. Her pussy was going crazy around him, in hot, wet, squeezing spasms of barely reined in pleasure, threatening to push her off the edge.

It was only when she spoke that Adam realized she was awaiting his express permission before she came, her voice tiny and raw with want. "Master, please,"

 

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"Master, please,"

Mia's plea was so soft that Adam almost didn't hear it. It was mild and meek as if she were fighting herself within. It was then that it hit him, was she holding herself from coming, could she do that? He could think straight as he too was on the verge of cumming himself. He could feel Mia's body shiver, combating her need to let herself go, she was waiting for him.... part of him knew that. He was torn for he wanted his release as well, but his other side told him to slow down and to let her shimmer in her pre-release. Adam eased his movement his hips moving slowly than fast that slow again while his cock still resided deep inside her pussy. It must have been torture for her and it was sort of getting him off.

But he couldn't control himself, for her he could cum soon enough. Adam's will was strong, but his body could take no more. "Now, baby.... cum with your master", it was ll her could say before his cum expelled from him, his cries of undeniable ecstasy filled Mia's ear as his sticky essence overflowed her small body. For a split second his eye sight was gone, Mia a fuzzy image before him, his heart seeming to want to burst out of his chest as he became light headed. His vision came back, but the sex still left him out of breath as he positioned Mia and him. Adam laying in the tub, letting Mia lay on his chest. His kisses soft on her neck, they were kissed of a sweet and loving husband.

 

[littlelove]

As the realization dawned on Adam, he slowed his pace rather than speeded it, making Mia wince softly and whimper as pleasure shook her threateningly, rioting to release in a shattering orgasm whether he let her or not, but she tamed her own straining impulses, breath ragged, until the permission was finally giving. Aching and teased, happy, content, reveling in her new role as sex slave, she let herself go, trusting wholly in Adam's grip on her to keep her standing.

Orgasm crashed over her, rolling heat from her center to the roots of her hair and the tips of her fingers. Her honey rolled off the throbbing vein that traced the underside of his cock, dripping off of his balls with the clean hot water as they tightened and sprayed her insides with a warm load of his cum.

There was nothing Mia loved more than having her little tummy filled full of his essence. He laid himself against the slick bottom of the bathtub and pulled her against his side, letting her drape herself across his chest in spent satisfaction as the water pattered down on them, washing them clean again. They laid there, just soaking in each others' nearness until the warm water was spent and it started to get tepid.

Stepping out of the bathtub, Mia fetched them each a fluffy bath sheet and held one out for him to step into before using hers to dry her hair to a state of moderate dampness and then wrap it around herself.

With her eyes sparkling up at him, she asked "How are you ever going to go to work again, if this is how we spend our mornings?"

Time would only tell. The following day, when the alarm sounded, Mia's round ass was cuddled warmly back into his lap, his arm draped over her rib cage, their fingers twined, his hand in hers, just under her chin. She stretched languidly and moved under his palms as the clock screamed unattended, murmuring sweetly "Morning..."

She was so tempted to do her best to make it impossible for him to leave by making this morning a fresh obstacle course of temptations, but she knew that sooner or later, Adam was going to have to go back to work.

 

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Yesterday seemed to be filled with nothing but sex after sex for Mia and Adam. It would indeed be a challenge for him to want to leave Mia alone. The day consisted of them having again in the bed, the living room, the kitchen, the couch, nowhere seemed taboo to them. It was as if their relationship had taken a turn for the best, neither denying their needs and desires. Mia desperately seeking a loving master, and Adam just seeking to be with Mia. It appeared to be a fair trade for both of them.

Yet the the shroud of doubt passed Adam's mind for a split second. He loved Mia dearly and yet he wondered if she felt the same way. She had said the world, but only with word master. It made him think, did she love him or did she love what he was becoming? Perhaps he need to be her husband to justify what she craved, as if to prove to herself that this wasn't wrong. The thing, Adam didn't think any of this was wrong, he loved playing with like this but he wanted a wife to love as well.

Before they retired to the bedroom, he shook off the feel of doubt. He awoke to Mia's loving eyes giving him the strength to crack a smile. "Hey there, beautiful", he wasn't quite in the feel to be the master right now. His kiss soft and grateful to have her by his side. He wanted to show her that deep down even though he was her master, he was not like he other lovers. For everything little spank, every little command he gave her were that of love. He loved the way she responded to it, how it made her purr when he would take advantage of her, to hear the word that would come from her mouth. "Baby, you know I do have to work, right?"

 

[littlelove]

"Yes, Sir... I know you've got to go."

Mia smothered a little expression of disdain for the idea that he had to leave. But she also wanted to be a good little girl and show him that she could be a good little slave outside of the bedroom, too.

She kissed his chest and as he reclined in bed, watching her scantily clad body move, she got up, languidly stretched, and then laid out his work clothes across the bench at the foot of the bed, went and turned the water to warm in the shower to get it hot enough, then scampered off to the kitchen, from whence the sound of sizzles and the smell of breakfast soon met his ears.

 

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Even as Adam smiled at his wife laying out his clothes and draw him a shower, his mind began to wonder. Mia was taking this master and slave direction almost whole heatedly. Adam began to make his way to the bathroom removing what little clothes he had on from last night as her stepped into the shower. The water was perfect, not hot or cold. His body quickly began to aqualate to the temperature as he began to scrub himself. His mind continued thinking about Mia, he had only expected for her to convey this slave persona in in the bedroom, that was all. Yet she seemed as if she was now waiting on him hand and foot, not to mention what she called him. Master. All day yesterday, not once did she call him by his name, she would always refer to him as master. Yes, master, please master, harder master, thank you master..... I love you master.

It bothered him, and he hated that. It was him who initiated this game. For the sake of their marriage he took the role of master willingly because he wanted his wife to not deny herself. It said that one is least them self when they talks in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth. The color was Mia's, and Adam feared that this was not a game. She herself said she wanted both, but was that the truth?

Adam pondered this well after he finished his shower. After drying his soaked body, he began to dress in the clothes Mia prepared. His favorite black suit and tie, he did like how he looked in it. The smell and sizzle of bacon came to Adam from the bedroom and he followed the tasty aroma. Mia stood there by the stove in her little nightie as she prepared breakfast. He leaned to the side of the wall as I admired her petite little figure. He hadn't seen her this happy in so long, it was then that he thought that maybe this master and slave thing wasn't so bad. He let her hear his footsteps as he went behind her, his hands resting on her waist. The scent of sex still on her as he kissed her neck.

"If you plan on going out today, you might want to take off the collar. Last thing we need is the neighbors talking. That and I wouldn't that neck out yours to chafe."

They lived in a nice suburban area. It was filled with a bunch of married couples much older than them. Most if not all of them well passed the loving couple phase of their marriages and now simply living together out of morality, religious or otherwise. With no love, it seemed that they were driven to gossiping. Spreading rumors in hopes to make them feel better about their distraught relationship. It only seemed only a matter of time before the neighborhood tried to spread a few rumors about a certain young and loving couple that moved in.

 

[littlelove]

Mia relaxed back against him as he came up behind her and rested his warm palms on her hips, oblivious to the turmoil in his mind as he wondered at how the rug had been pulled so swiftly from under his feet, transforming him in title and esteem overnight. Mia didn't feel transformed at all, only revealed for what she was.

"If you plan on going out today, you might want to take off the collar. Last thing we need is the neighbors talking. That and I wouldn't that neck out yours to chafe."

Her hand flew to the tag of the collar and he could see a slight wilt in her shoulders. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly. But she couldn't help but find pleasure in the thoughts of Gracie, across the street, of Ellen and Kate, who lived in the houses on either side of hers, catching a glimpse of the shiny heart-shaped glint in the sun, her fingers running over it lovingly, and wondering. Maybe they would call each other and gossip. Maybe they would figure it out. The thought was thrilling in its own way. The idea of her past life, of her world of fantasy, crashing with full and devastating force into the world of the present.

After he enjoyed his breakfast, he reluctantly left her as she clung and kissed him over and over and finally relented, letting him slip away.

And so when her doorbell rang later that day, Mia conveniently forgot to unlace the strap of the collar... It was with a twinge of disappointment that she realized it was only the postman, but all the same, it traced a shiver up her spine as his eyes lingered at her throat.

 

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If you were ask Adam where he work, he would look at you and lie. He hated his job working for accounting office, truth be told he didn't even fully grasp his job. His day was of writing reports, filling, talking to corporate heads, lunch, more writing and finally back home. It was hell, but it gave a hefty paycheck. His goals everyday were simple, do the minimal amount of work to stay the radar. his finger ran against the rough texture of his cubicle, it might as well had been his prison, for that's how it felt. When things got too much, he would revert back to when he was younger, when he wanted to write. Long before ever meeting Mia, he used to dabble in freelance journalism mainly in music. It was low paying and with a 1 and 100 chance of ever getting a stable career out of it, but he loved it. In the end he sacrificed his dream for money, he went to collage for a bit and eventually got a job here. Even to this day he wonders if it was worth it.

Adam's career choice was not the only thing on his mind as his thought turned to Mia. His loving, wife his.... slave. The more he thought about it, the more began to think of what really bothered him about this. Even before her "confession" she had always done things such as lay his clothes out and make his breakfast, that wasn't the problem. It seemed Adam's biggest gripe stemmed from what she called him, Master. He didn't mind her calling him that during sex or in the bedroom, but for her to call him Master even in their most innocent moments made him feel uneasy.

He didn't have a chance to finish his thought as his boss came. Alex Steward, despite him being in charge, Adam couldn't say a bad thing about him. He was nice guy, real lenient. He said to Adam, but he was wrapped up in his thoughts so all he heard was a muffled voice. Adam looked at his body language, he pointed at a folder on Adam's desk. He gave Alex a folder and he left with a nod.

Adam was disgusted. Here he was working at a place he hated with a passion,judging Mia who was now free to be herself as he denied himself. He felt sick, the bile in his stomach churned as he sat there. He didn't know why he was being so stupid. He didn't hate her acting this way, if anything he loved it. He loved being her master, in some way being in her world gave him confidence he hadn't felt in so long. It was as if she was helping become who he was.... if only she didn't just call him Master. He then that he was just that, her master and as her master he could set a few rules for her, one of which being what to call her. He smiled to himself as he fully grasp the power behind the title as he was now looking forward to going home to his slave. 30 more minute until the day is over... it can't come fast enough.

 

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Mia would never have guessed at Adam's inner turmoil over his new title. She was blissfully oblivious, rejoicing in her ability to finally marry her two seemingly mutually exclusive desires: to be a faithful, happy wife to a good man and to be the sex object of a man who was capable of handling her.

While Adam was away at work, Mia focused harder than ever on doing what she could to make Adam's return home a happy one. Though she kept the house straight, she took special pains today to make sure it was clean.

She took a long bath, washed her hair, filed her nails where she had once bitten them in an irrepressible nervous habit and painted them dark blue. She lingered over what to wear in her closet for longer than usual.

An hour or so before she expected him home, she started on a sumptuous dinner.

Then, inexplicably, she started crying. She reached up to the nape of her neck, her fingers working frantically to unlace the collar, tugged the strap loose of the buckle, and threw it to the floor.

She sunk down against the wall and sat on the floor and cried. She hadn't lied to Adam, but she hadn't bothered to correct him, either. He had assumed that the collar had been a purchase she had made, for herself. The truth was, Mia had never bought herself a piece of jewelry, much less a collar. The collar was a keepsake from her previous Master. She had kept it out of a sense of longing for the authoritarian role he had played in her life, something she thought she would have to renounce when she married.

The sight of the fine white leather and gleaming white gold suddenly made her a little sick.

In a way, Adam's discovery of the collar had been a beautiful thing. It had sparked the realization in her that she could do both, be both. But she loved Adam too much, too deeply, to continue to wear it. Her slender fingers touched the beautiful wedding band, spinning it around her finger as she thought. Yes, this was as much of a "collar" as she needed. This ring would symbolize everything she was to him, not only soulmate and best friend and wife, but his pet and his plaything as well.

Her apprehension built in her chest as she thought about having to explain the situation to Adam. She knew he had a jealous streak, she kind of liked it, in fact. It made her feel safe. But she didn't want him to feel threatened when she told him the truth. She belonged to him now.

And perhaps, she reasoned, they had entered into this new dimension of their relationship too hastily. Perhaps they should take tonight to discuss their terms, what they wanted, the direction they wanted to go, the rules of this new game, so to speak.

When Adam got home, it was to the bitter smell of burning food and the sight of Mia sniffling and tearstained on the floor, her discarded collar a curl on the carpet, and the inevitably unwelcome phrase "we have to talk."

 

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The burning food hit Adam like a wall as he entered their house and with that immediate odor he knew something was wrong. Mia never once burned food before, it made Adam's heart sink down with fear, almost wiping away his newly found outlook on their new interesting game of their. His eyes diverted down to see Mia on the floor sobbing as her collar laid beside her. The soft words of "we have to talk" was like an arrow slowly going into him.

"Okay." He said softly as he took he hand and lifted up. He turned the oven off as he guided to the couch. He wondered why the collar was off, in fact it was the only clear thought in his mind. It was ironic, Adam had felt he had gotten a full grasp of this master and slave relationship of their, yet here was Mia the tears on her cheek and the small imprint on her neck where the collar was. His hand laid on her's, wanting to show that he was there for her even though he was scared of what she might say. His mouth opened slightly as going to say something but no words came. He didn't know where to start. His eyes trailed away, wanting to say something but he didn't know what. He couldn't say anything, all he could do was let Mia speak and hope that what ever was wrong could be fixed.