Chapter 2 – More Ron, More Learning
I found it hard to concentrate on my studies that fall. I was thinking of Ron a lot and what he did to me and for me in the bedroom. Luckily, my courses were pretty easy, so I wasn’t in danger of failing. On top of that, as much as I wanted to be with him, I also was scared of going too deep into this dom/sub lifestyle. I was possibly more scared of myself than of Ron. Still, I saw him about once a week. We rarely went out; mostly, I just came over to his house and we would fuck and suck until we collapsed on his bed.
Come February and I had done a few new things during our play times. Early on, we established a safe word I could use if things were getting out of hand: “watermelon.” We played where he would cuff me at my ankles and wrists to his bed as he had his way with me. I liked that a lot. We did some whipping, but I only liked that if it was not too hard. We did some spanking stuff and found I liked that as part of sex, but not as straight out discipline.
Ron invited me over to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He actually prepared a nice meal, which was out of the ordinary for him. It was surprisingly good. After dinner, he grabbed a wrapped box and handed it to me.
“Oh, Ron, you didn’t have to get me anything.” I had purposefully kept our relationship as casual as I could. I knew I was going to be leaving soon and he wasn’t exactly husband material nor was I even close to settling down myself. Gift giving was something we had avoided so far.
“Just open it,” he instructed. I opened it and saw a a red rubber ball about the size of a golf ball that had leather straps connected to it. After I grabbed it and pulled it out of the box, I saw that it had a buckle in the back.
“Come with me,” Ron said as he took me down the hall to his bedroom. He put the gag on the bed and we started getting into it with the usually kissing, fondling, and undressing. Then he started with the verbal stuff that I had gotten quite used to at this point. That always gets me super horny.
Sensing I reached a decent state of arousal. He pushed me onto the bed. “Sit,” he instructed.
I sat facing him on the edge of the bed. He took the ball gag and fitted the ball behind my teeth and then set about securing the strap. It was a strange sensation at first, thinking I would have trouble breathing. It wasn’t too bad, but it was certainly easier to breath out my nose then around the ball.
“How’s that?” he asks. “Ok, I guess,” I reply, but it just came out as a mumble.
“Yes. Very good,” he says bends down and starts fingering my pussy. “What a good slut you are.”
I try to answer or say things along the way, but they were probably making no sense to him. He pushed me down onto my stomach on the bed and grabbed a pair of cuffs, fastening my hands behind my back. “There,” he says. “Now you can’t take off your gag until I say so.”
He gets me in doggy position and slides his cock into my waiting pussy. It’s not long before he’s slapping my ass, “My little silent slut likes her master punishing her, doesn’t she?” I mumble in the affirmative.
The feeling of humiliation and submission reached a new level of excitement for me having the ball gag on, knowing he has even more control over me. I yell out, “Harder! Harder!” Even though it was grunt speak, Ron seemed to understand my request as he spanked my ass cheek even harder while absolutely impaling me with his cock.
I grunt out something unintelligible and undergo a body shaking orgasm. Soon, he released me from my cuffs and gag and asked “So?”
“Is it weird that I like all of this stuff?” I answer with a huge grin on my face.
Ron smiled. “Not at all. Not at all.”
The next few months were busy as I had to buckle down and get my Teaching Certificate not to mention get a job, so I didn’t see Ron as often. I kept busy on my own. I had a nice collection of toys now: my ball gag, some cuffs, a few vibrators and dildos, a few butt plugs, and a small whip. While not as intense as playing with Ron, it can still be fun and scratch that itch when I have it.
I wasn’t too surprised by this, but the only job I could get was in the far Northwest corner of my state in the little town of Bartlett. So, come Summer, I said goodbye to Ron, my friends and my school and headed up to Bartlett for the start of school.
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