by Writing Shark
Subverting expectations
For the fact that yesterday the has rolled over several times and fully laid on the face, you wake up the next morning surprisingly awake and early. You rub what little sleep you have left out of your eyes and are about to move, when you notice the unfamiliar surroundings. You freeze and turn your head to the side. Giselle Auriol is lying next to you, naked and… beautiful. She is lying on her stomach with her head to your side and her arms folded under her pillow. At first you want to turn away, but neither your drill sergeant, your girls, Melina, Giselle… nor you would find that particularly helpful. With a soft sigh you look at the slender body of the girl. You know her body, even you must admit, but you don’t know her mind yet. Her butt is arching upwards and the bedsheet has slipped down to her feet. The sheet underneath her is also wrinkled and you realize that the two of you must have moved during the night, since Giselle is lying in the middle of the bed and you almost at the edge. The girl must be a restless sleeper. Matching your thoughts, she opens her mouth and speaks something unintelligible in her native language, but you can clearly hear your name coming out of her mouth.
Tensely you listen to her sleeping and have to grin as she starts to roll around in the bed. Her firm breasts come out from under her body as she turns around and lies on her back. Her arm is above her head and you can make out her armpits. Her whole body is neat and clean, no trace of neglect. Not that you think Melina is capable of that, but Geselle also seems to be a person for whom it is important to find out what is going on inside her. She doesn’t exhibit the self-destructive behavior of Denise or the withdrawn nature of Millie, and you don’t know if that makes you happy. Because the alternative to that would be either a horror you can’t yet guess or just behavior you don’t understand.
“Ne pas aller. Reste ici Finn. Je t’aime s’il te plait reste ici” again you hear your name and grumble, scolding you about not paying more attention in school. Emma was always too sexy, and Karen too. And your mind was on your sisters. “Finn…”
“I’m here,” you whisper, not wanting to wake her. But the girl doesn’t respond, humming something as she rolls onto her side. As she does, her feet scuff across your legs and you wince as you feel her nails against your skin. With a suppressed giggle, you continue to make room for her and listen to Giselle sleep with a feeling between concern and amusement. After a few minutes, the girl is lying on her back again and the sheet has slipped completely off her body by now.
“Restez avec moi. S’il te plaît.” Her voice sounds more urgent now and your smile freezes as you look at her tense face. You’re lying in a hotel bed with a girl you barely know but have already fucked extensively. The sex was good, unbelievably good, but is no guarantee that you are doing the right thing now. It would be best if you wait until she wakes up and then ask her what you can do. It would be best if you wait until she wakes up and then ask how you should behave towards her. It would be best if you keep your distance. It would be best if you let her decide for herself what she wants from you. You grunt. Yes, that would all be best.
“Je t’aime Finn. S’il vous plaît ne me laissez pas seul. Je fais tout pour toi. S’il te plait, reste avec moi Finn.” But she’s already told me what she wants. And you can’t ignore that. You have a damn bad feeling as you watch Giselle squirm in her dream and you hear your name and you know what needs to be done. You hesitated at the beginning but not now. You know what is the right thing to do.
And so you slowly rise. The blanket has already slipped off her body and her flawless, white, pure skin shows the small dents left by the cold of a bad dream. And you know how to make her warm. She’s probably just mad that I thought of her and didn’t take advantage of her, you think with the same mixture of horror and amusement that you know from Denise and get into position.
There is something surreal about putting your hands on a sleeping girl’s knees and spreading her thighs slowly and carefully. You have done all this before. You see how the girl reacts to you even in her sleep. You know her movements and slight twitches and how to shape her body to your liking. Giselle is fantastic in this regard and your grin gets a little wider when you think about what a high it is for you to sleep with her. The girl knows exactly what to do and now you know about her feelings towards you. The short conversations you had with her make the French girl seem intelligent enough to know what love is. But even if not, the situation is clear and… You can spin it any way you want, you want Giselle. And you want to help her. And your hands listen to you and caress her thighs deliberately and carefully to prepare her for you.
Satisfied, you watch her body relax and her head come to rest as you move your body into position. The bed is big enough and your cock is more than ready to sink into her already well-known opening after a calm night. But before you wake her up with your thrusts you want to do something else. Make an effort you dog and make her happy! And with this thought you lower your body and head to the crumpled bedspread between her thighs.
You already know the smell of Giselle and even if she’s a little sweaty from the night, you’ve soaked up enough of her scent during your fuckfest with her and her friend, now classy ex-girlfriend, to not to bother you. Besides, this isn’t about your pleasure. A final smile flits across your lips as you think about how absurd this all is. Not about my pleasure… While I make my slave happy… Shit… Then your mouth is busy sliding down her thigh. Giselle trembles slightly while doing so, hums something, but otherwise doesn’t move. Then you have arrived at your destination.
You have Maureen to thank for the fact that you know what you are doing. Not only her spontaneous decision to sit on your face while making love to your sisters takes away the worry that you are defusing a bomb down there. No, while you were still struggling with desire for Millie and Megan, you had distracted yourself with visions of your older, rebellious sister. Millie and Megan are so fixated on you that when you have sex together, the question of who is doing enough for whom and whether there is an imbalance never really comes up. But in your quiet moments you realize that you are for your sisters and other girls exactly what they need, the leader of your harem. That now Giselle of all girls gets to know the new side of your strictness is also something you could not foresee. The other girls let themselves be led by you, are crazy about you, your character and body, and have no problem at all when you let them spoil you like a king. But with Giselle, your slave, you have something else in mind.
First, you take your fingers and feel her labia. She is well trained and already wet but you don’t count on that. With enough saliva on your index and middle finger, you gently rub the edges of her lower lips. Maureen seems to have enjoyed what you’ve done and you feel good thinking first of the girl and then of yourself. Harem leader or not, strictness or leadership, some things always remain the same and so you focus on the center of the sleeping girl in front of you. Like all girls, Giselle is soft and warm and you feel good touching her. She reacts easily to your wet fingers on her pussy and spreads her thighs a bit wider while keeping her eyes closed. You take your time and are careful while your fingers work slowly and steadily. You spread her labia a little further, see her pink hole and realize that she is not ready for more yet. Her lips are just as white and pure as her skin and there is not yet the healthy redness you know from her.
With careful movements you continue to wander through her folds, spreading her, while still leaving her sensitive clit alone. Giselle has this kind of pussy where her pleasure center is easy to find but what you liked the first time makes you cautious now. You concentrate on her outer labia, caressing them with your fingers while your lips slowly sink lower and lower on her leg. You don’t know if she feels it, but you’re just a boy and you’re actually glad to know what you’re doing. Then Giselle hums something in her native language but this time it sounds more dreamy than scared and that’s a damn good sign.
Satisfied, you continue and carefully spread your slave a little wider with your thumbs. You see what you already know and have gladly won. Her opening twitches a bit under your touch and her hole slowly opens and closes while your eyes fall on her most private region. Melina has proudly shown you that Giselle is completely shaved and it seems that the French girl fulfills this instruction every day because her skin is as soft as a blue, cloudless sky. This makes your job even easier and while your cock desperately tries to punch a hole in the mattress you change the position of your hands. After the first few minutes, you’re able to get more out of your efforts and hold her opening spread with the fingers of one hand while the other slowly penetrates beneath the warm and moist folds of her skin and circles around her hole.
“Finn…” she murmurs and you quickly lift your eyes, but the girl is talking in her sleep and you know what kind of image she has in front of her. You continue massaging her flesh while pressing a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh. You prefer to be gentle rather than too rough and you like to wake Giselle up from her dream with a pleasant orgasm that also seems to be getting better and better. While her head rolls from side to side and stays on the soft pillow you put your finger on her tight hole. Beautiful memories come up in you and you marvel again and again how tight Giselle apparently is while the edges of her opening close around your fingertip.
A little deeper you penetrate her while your thumb gently rests on her clit. Examining her, you look between her legs and see the redness streaming into her outer labia. You urge yourself to be a little more patient and careful, but your heartbeat continues to quicken as you feel the moisture around your fingers. You’re doing everything right and would love to scream like Nick Cage in Firebirds about how great you are. But you are a professional and refrain from this nonsense while Giselle puts her hand on her face. The gesture doesn’t wake her up and encourages you to increase the pressure on her pleasure center a bit.
You feel her labia against your fingers while your thumb starts to move in circles with light pressure. After a minute or two, you increase the pace and your other finger penetrates Giselle a little deeper. Her vaginal walls press against you while her belly begins to rise. Then she slides her butt around and you close your arms around her abdomen. Holding her with the weight of your body, you wait for her to calm down and then continue.
In the meantime, you realize that you almost painfully want to make love to Giselle and the thought occurs to you that if you continue to hold back like this, you might have a heart attack. All the sex you want and yet you hold back. Is that the definition of insanity? But instead of smiling, you lower your lips to her clit and reward yourself for your tragedy with a girl’s happiness. You taste her moisture and she reminds you of your other girls, especially Maureen. Giselle tastes just like all the others, and yet she is special. She enchants you with her simplicity and at the same time she is so incredibly complex. Even though she may not see it that way, maybe it’s a blind spot of all girls, but you can lose yourself in any facet of a girl, no matter how small. And so it is with Giselle Auriol.
The tip of your tongue finds her clit and begins the work you practiced on Maureen. As your fingers press a little deeper into her soft skin, you think about practicing a little more on the girls. Maybe with Maureen or Karen? But satisfied, you realize that you seem to have enough practice to make Giselle moan in her slumber. Your finger slides deeper into her tight hole, spreading her slightly as your tongue glides through her folds. Your lips kiss hers while your tongue sometimes runs over her, sometimes penetrates her and wanders back and forth between her hole and her clit. Then her muscles contract over your finger and Giselle lifts her pelvis towards you as if of her own accord while you press your tongue on her and your nose inhales her usual special smell. You find the slightly rough spot inside her, you learned that from Megan, and you know how much pressure to apply. Not too much but at this stage you can go a little wilder. Then the pressure, a little more than on her clit but not too much.
“Continue Finn. Je t’appartiens. punis-moi pour tout ce que j’ai fait de mal. Je suis une mauvaise personne” Giselle moans blissfully as you continue to drive her towards her deserved orgasm. Spurred on by her excited voice, you strain even harder to make her come. Maureen would be proud of you and you certainly are. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you feel Giselle come to life under your touch. She stirs more, her belly rises tense, she tastes fantastic and your chin is wet from her juices. Megan gets wetter, Maureen moans more and Millie looks at you more in love but Giselle reminds you a lot of Denise and the McKinleys. Her voice has the same urgency when she comes as Denise has and her gestures are reminiscent of Susan and Claire, frantically trying to please you and therefore get her satisfaction. And Giselle does it all in her sleep. As she begins to twitch beneath you, you look forward to seeing her awake and alert. “Punissez-moi Finn. Je ne mérite pas de venir. je suis une mauvaise personne Punissez-moi Finn et rendez-moi bon.”
You’re almost there. Giselle is convulsing under you. In a moment, she’s going to have to wake up. You can’t wait to let her start the new day with a well-deserved orgasm, her new life with you. You are looking forward to it. You like her. And she loves you. Knowing that makes you happy and you can’t wait for her to wake up. She should come. She should be in your life. Yes, you are just a man, a boy, a simple, good person. Just like Giselle Auriol. She loves you. And you…
Then Giselle comes. She twitches and buckles. She moans loudly and opens her eyes. As her vagina tightens around your finger under your tongue and her pelvis lifts, her feet pressing into the sheets and her hands claw at the bedsheet, you hold her by her abdomen and look at her across her belly. Then your eyes meet.
“Non!” the girl shrieks out of breath and you are pleased… Until you realize it. You barely know French but this much you understand. Giselle yelled ‘no.’ But it gets worse. Before you realize it, she pulls one of her legs free, lunges, and kicks you in the shoulder with all her might. A dull pain pierces you, then a stinging one as her sharp toenails run painfully over your skin. Then you roll backwards off the bed, gasping and with your face contorted in pain, landing on your ass like a complete idiot.
But no matter how shocked you look at Giselle, your surprise and pain pale in comparison to the emotions playing out on the girl’s face. While you hold your aching shoulder, Giselle wildly kicks her bare legs and it almost looks cute. After all, you have now been reminded that the petite girl has endured your wild onslaught for a whole night and your shoulder is proof that she still has strength. She herself doesn’t seem to notice that, though, and thrashes her body against the nearest wall while trying to hide her face from you with her hands.
“Oh mon dieu, je suis tellement désolé Finn! Je suis désolé. S’il vous plaît excusez-moi! Je suis une telle garce! Je ne te mérite pas! Je suis désolé! S’il vous plaît, punissez-moi! Faites ce que vous voulez de moi!” she wails and her otherwise calm and neutral eyes radiate pure horror. You are so shocked that you don’t react at first. But then you notice how the situation is getting worse by the second and you have to do something.
Groaning, you rise and stagger towards the bed while trying to force a reassuring grin on your face, just as Giselle presses herself against the wall like a frightened deer.
“Je fais tout faux! S’il te plait Finn, tu dois me punir! S’il vous plait, ne me renvoyez pas! Je peux faire mieux! Je promets. Je…” But she just doesn’t listen but keeps talking at you. But her body language is so different. She is not afraid of you, you realize, and you are only more shocked. In your perfect world, your first thought is that it must be you who has done something wrong. But it is not the orgasm or the physical contact that makes Giselle so afraid.
She spreads her legs for you, tries to open her labia for you with trembling fingers and pushes her breasts so far out that her back must hurt from the effort. She keeps talking while desperately trying to make you understand that she wants to sleep with you.
“Giselle” you interrupt her gently but firmly. But she does not listen to you. You don’t understand a word, only your name now and then. But her looks are bad enough. “Giselle!” Again, nothing. The girl is tearing herself apart before your eyes and it breaks your heart. You could cry but Emma and Karen have made a better person out of you. “Giselle!” With a mighty leap, you leap onto the bed. Her slender body bobs up and down as the shock waves of your impact travel through her body and it’s enough to make her fall silent. But you don’t stop and you come closer to her fast and hard. Your fingers close around her arms and hold the girl tight.
“Non!” she shouts again but you are faster, stronger and more determined. Her knees bounce against your chest as you push your body over hers and Giselle comes to lie on her back. In this position she is pinned under you and even if she is strong, you are a man, you are stronger. But Giselle doesn’t fight back herself either. She hides her face behind her hands and tries not to look at you, so you take her arms and pull her to the side while your knees trap her body.
“Look at me” you say firmly. Your stomach turns and fills with brown slime as you treat the girl so roughly but Giselle follows your command in the nanosecond as her tortured brain processes the words and her brown eyes fix on you. Now you can read them and recognize only shock, not grief. That’s where she differs from Denise. “Fuck…” you mutter. She feels no grief over whatever ails her. She’s come to terms with it. Giselle is even further gone than Denise.
“Je suis désolé,” she murmurs softly and… smiles. You blink. Breathe.
“No French, okay?” you say sternly, then laugh. “It’s the language of love and all, but I don’t understand shit.” And Giselle laughs. Is she doing this because of me? Is she mirroring me? Or does she think I expect her to? “Tell me, Giselle. Tell me what’s going on.” Just as you thought, her expression blackens again, and as you release her, her pleading eyes follow your strong hands.
“I… I came… Master… This… I can’t…” You nod very slowly while Giselle opens, closes, opens, closes her mouth and then finally dares to speak. “D-Do you mind if I m-make an r-request Sir… Master?” You nod, and her eyes travel down your bodies again. “C-can… can you hold me? Please?” Your eyes also travel to your arms that are holding your body just above hers. “Really tight?”
Her reaction is different from Denise or Millie, and it shocks you to the core. She doesn’t see violence in uncontrolled strength. What shocked you with Emma is a requirement for her. What you want to prevent with Denise has already occurred with her. She has come to terms with her situation. And it even seems that she has learned to see it as her normality.
And yet you grip her tightly, grab her arms and press your lower body between her naked thighs until your faces are very close. She breathes calmly and looks into your eyes while you press her into the sheets. You look at each other for a long time, but what ends with Millie in a very special kind of emotional exchange is still a cold assessment of the situation with Giselle. But that’s exactly what she needs now you realize. She smiles at you while you clinically examine her and she smiles while your brain is working at full speed. A small part of your subconscious, the part that communicates with your loved ones, recognizes that Giselle can judge you accurately, that she trusts you and that she is happy that you are making such an effort for her. This makes her valuable to you but you can’t take care of that.
“Tell me why you shouldn’t come” you say softly and your fingers press firmly into her soft skin. “And tell me exactly what’s going on inside you, not what you think I like best.” Then you take a deep breath. “Tell me exactly what made you the way you are now.”
And Giselle opens her mouth.
“I lost my soul” says the girl with amazing clarity in her voice. “I don’t know when or why it happened, but I don’t have a soul anymore.”
“Are… are you sure?” You lean back a little and loosen your grip on the naked girl’s arms a bit. Her skin is so white you can barely see your fingerprints, and in the morning light Giselle really does look like a ghost. She nods at your question and your hands briefly leave her body.
“Don’t” she begs and raises her hands to yours, but then remembers her role and drops her arms to her side. Still, she says, “Please,” and tries a dainty smile that comes at you with all its force. You let your arms go back to her and lock her in your grip. Maybe she even thinks she might disappear if you don’t hold her.
“You’ve thought about it” you then conclude and Giselle nods.
“Very thoroughly master. I had a good childhood in France. My parents loved me, even if they were strict, but that was okay with me. I had everything I wanted and was happy.”
“Where are your parents now?” You two have a simple conversation but Giselle is naked and you press her hard into the sheets while your heavy body rests on her, making her seem small and fragile. But her voice is firm and determined, even as your eyes keep wandering to her breasts and you still taste them on your tongue.
“In France.”
“Okay… Okay… I take it Melina and I are the only ones you have here?”
“You are the only one I need master.”
“Okay… Okay… Okay…” She smiles again as she looks into your eyes. “Okay. What came after that?”
“After my parents?” You nod. Her skin turns warm under your fingers, and it feels like you’ve had sex together. Only the feeling is different, though you wouldn’t describe it as a bad feeling by now. Giselle is too pleasant for that, her voice too silky and her eyes… “The abyss.” Never mind. You swallow.
“Tell me.”
“I told my parents everything, that I lost my soul and everything. They tried everything to help me. The best boarding schools, doctors, even hypnosis and all that.” Her voice is almost indifferent but you imagine this girl with cables on her head, hooked up to machines. Maybe she just wanted a hug? But Giselle is not Denise and somehow you doubt that it can be because of a bad home. Otherwise the French girl would have become like Denise. Maybe you can talk to her therapist about Giselle, as long as it doesn’t jeopardize your relationship with Denise. “Eventually they gave up when I turned eighteen. My father wanted me to take over his company when I was old enough but he said he didn’t trust me.” You want to say something, but stifle the comment. “I understood him. That’s why I moved out.”
“And then?” It’s like she’s reporting on something normal.
“Then I lived for a year and a half as a sex slave for a group of people who had taken me in.”
Your choking, coughing and wheezing permeate throughout the room as you squat pitifully over the toilet bowl, shooting last night’s overpriced meal into the toilet. Snot hangs from your nose and your cheeks are bright red and while you almost perish in this hotel room, Giselle Auriol stands motionless in the doorway, hands clasped in front of her bare lap like a good girl, waiting patiently for you. While foul smell and corrosive taste try to push the sweet memories of Giselle out of your senses, you wonder when exactly she actually got naked, but you don’t have time for that. After all, not even the artillery barrage of vomit manages to drive your memories of her and her warm body from your memories, and when you finally rise from the toilet with puffy eyes she is quickly at your side waiting for orders. With feeble gestures, you beckon her back into the room while grabbing a towel and following her on shaky legs.
“There’s more… isn’t there?” you ask her after dropping heavily onto the edge of the bed. Again the slender girl next to you bobs under your movements.
“Yes Master” she says immediately but this time her voice is actually a little occupied. “But Master Finn we… we don’t need to talk…” And she grabs your hand. Out of reflex – and because it feels good – you return her gesture and you look at each other. “I exist to serve you Master,” she says and smiles. “You can sleep with me if you want. My story doesn’t really matter.” She licks her lips, it’s not obscene or intrusive, nor is it just from the urge to wet her brittle flesh. Giselle is an artist to work with her body and she reminds you of Karen once she’s unleashed, free from worrying about security and closeness thanks to you and free to do what she’s good at. And Giselle Auriol can serve well. And she can fuck well. Fucking good.
“No.” Don’t look at me, you hear your drill sergeant say, stunned. Even I would never sleep with her. Shit, what if we break her for good? “I’d really like to sleep with you Gieselle, honestly.” Asshole. You suppress a grin at the thought that you and your drill sergeant will probably never be on the same page.
“Then let’s do it master” the girl smiles contentedly and wants to rise. But your hand holds her on the bed.
“But not yet.” You swallow hard, tasting stomach acid and bile. “I need to know who you are Giselle. I want to know. Because I like you. Really like you.”
“Master…” She actually can’t believe what you’re saying and for the first time you see something like a struggle in her gaze.
“You are my slave Giselle. But I do care about you. I’m a good master, I promise.” Then you laugh for real, loud and happy. “Ask all my other girls. My harem is growing steadily and by now I’m pretty good with girls wanting to be mine.” Giselle laughs too, though probably more out of courtesy to you. “I’m responsible for you and I want my property to be in good, stable condition.”
“Okay Master Finn,” she finally replies, transporting herself back in time in her mind. Then, as if by automation, her voice becomes monotone again. “At some point, the group disowned me. I don’t know why. Then I lived on the street for half a year or so until a man found me and took me under his protection. He took me with him from Toulouse to Paris. That’s where I ended up working for him.”
“Worked?” Oh God don’t ask you idiot! pleads your drill sergeant. “I want to know,” you answer him, yourself and Giselle, patting the girl’s hand encouragingly. Outside the window, the day begins to grow warm and friendly.
“Especially in the northern neighborhoods. Barbès-Rochechouart and Chateau Rouge.”
“All right,” you nod. The names don’t mean much to you, but you know that Paris, like every big city in the world, has neighborhoods where you don’t like to be alone at night. Especially not when you’re barely just an adult girl. “And then?” Today, this question becomes a weapon you keep turning on yourself. And again and again you stab yourself, accepting the pain in order to be able to prevent pain at some point and, perhaps, even to heal it.
“After a while, I took off. I had saved up enough money to get to the airport. I had a customer there and I was able to, mmh, convince him to put me in a cargo container on a plane.” Her face warms and perks up at the thought. “But he instead gave me a plane ticket. That was very nice of him. Then I came here and at some point I met Melina. She had a, mmh, weird boyfriend at the time and she left him for me.” By now, your ex-girlfriend seems like a freaking angel, even though she never blew you or said ‘thank you’. Your life is infinitely better now than it was with her, yes, but Giselle was apparently on the exact opposite side of the spectrum for a long time. “Melina was very good to me. She knew what I needed and asked for very little in return. I was very happy to serve her. She always said I saved her but I don’t know why she said that. She always said that I had made her human. I did not understand that either. She brought me closer to my parents again.”
“Really?” now you’re honestly amazed. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Yes master. But we hardly have any contact.”
“Oh…”
“They are glad that I am well, but I am of no use to them. I understand that. My family has great responsibilities.”
“I understand.” And after everything you’ve been through with Denise, and also in some ways with Maureen, you really understand. Then you feel Giselle clasp your hand tighter and begin to stroke your fingers. Her body almost relaxes and she looks into your eyes. She has really beautiful eyes.
“And then I met you. That was really scary.”
“Scary?” you ask, laughing with amusement.
“Yes master,” Giselle laughs too and your heart warms. “With you, I felt things I didn’t know. That’s what scared me. After me and my former mistress served you that night and you helped your girl, I told my former mistress what I felt. She said it was love and since then I love you Master Finn. And a few days ago she finally decided to send me to you.” You struggle with yourself for a moment but the half a second is a total waste of time.
“And I’m glad she did,” you say, clasping her hand tightly in yours. In your own way, you’re still controlling Giselle, holding her close and showing her that someone is standing by her side. “It must have been hard for Melina to give you up.
“I’m sure she wants you to sleep with her as reparation” smiles the French girl, reminding you of the girl on the roof of the diner.
“Lord help me” you laugh. Then a pause occurs between you but the silence is not uncomfortable for either of you. You both sit on the bed, holding hands and processing what has just been said. You don’t feel quite so affected anymore, even though you still feel sick at the thought of what Giselle must have done and experienced. And your girl – you already think of her that way – seems to understand that she has arrived in a new life. After a minute of silence, the smart and beautiful girl confirms your suspicions.
“I’m happy with my life, master” she assures you, “Since I met Melina and… and since I love you… I’m fine. I, yes, I am happy when others are happy.” Again she is silent for a few seconds and then her voice is distorted by her grin. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much Master. We are alike in that. I saw it with… what was her name?”
“Denise.”
“Yes. I saw it in her.”
“I’m sure you’d have a lot to talk about” you agree and think about how to arrange a meeting. The thought brings you to the question of money and where Giselle will sleep but for now, the room is paid for and you would easily go so far as to steal money from your parents to keep her here. Now, however, Giselle is more important, much more important than money. “I always thought I didn’t deserve happiness. I… I was afraid of happiness. I didn’t know it… I think. I’d rather serve the happiness of others and be satisfied if I can be helpful and useful.”
“Is that why you always want to be punished?” Giselle nods.
“Yes. Then I’m sure happiness will stay with me. That you stay with me.” You take a deep, slow breath. You don’t want it to seem like there’s a problem…but…
“Giselle you know I would never really punish you, right? Shit, I’m so easy to please, I don’t know if Melina had planned for this.” But the girl next to you surprises you again.
“I know that, master. And don’t worry” she says good-naturedly, almost cheerfully. “I don’t want it any other way. I know that neither Melina nor you mean me any harm. That’s why I submit to you without you having to exert pressure.” You think back to Melina and her behavior and wonder how it would look if the red-haired girl put real pressure on you for once. You shudder at the thought but Giselle seems serious. “I know it differently, I really do. And that’s why I enjoy your leadership so much Master. I know you control me, make me better, make me earn my happiness. That’s what makes me happy. I want it that way.” She thinks a bit. “And I’m not saying that to make you happy. I’ll never lie to you Master, I promise. I asked Melina what love means, she showed me. I am grateful to her for that. I told her that I don’t deserve love. For that she punished me and sent me to you.” You were already on this subject and you grit your teeth at the thought that Melina thought it necessary to punish Giselle, but the result now sits contentedly and happily next to you and the thought that you must also behave in this way lies openly before you.
“I see you know what you want,” you say and try to find time for an answer. To make Denise a better person as a kitten is one thing. But Giselle clearly wants your control and that includes reminding her from time to time that she has earned her happiness through her suffering. It’s a terrible realization, but unlike Denise, Giselle has already found a solution to her terrible life. “And I promise you that I will… respect your wishes.” Not punishing her would mean to take away the one thing that makes her life good… Besides of you. Are you enough to make her not want to be punished?
“I know I’m asking a lot,” the girl admits. “I am not a good girl master.” She smiles. “And I would ask you now to punish me for it… but…”
“Thank you for being so considerate with me” you giggle. You don’t let go of your hands. A strange feeling of closeness and security on the subject of physical violence.
“I am with you now. Now I’m content. But I’m also afraid.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know what love is. Because I don’t know how to deal with it. And because I don’t know if I deserve all this. But Melina said you make the fear go away and I like that. She says you are the best person for me and that I do you good. That I give you a task. And in return I get my happiness.”
“Melina is a smart girl” you admit to yourself. But so is Giselle.
“And I know you’ll find a way to do me good without hurting yourself.” She strokes your hand, seeming almost nervous about doing something of her own accord. But for you, this small gesture is just what you need. “I want to do you good. That’s my goal. And it doesn’t help if it doesn’t make you feel good to punish me.” You click your tongue.
“And I want to do you good. Even if that means punishing you…for whatever.” You both laugh nervously as you realize what task is waiting for you.
“I promise I’ll take care of you,” you say after some time. “In my way.” You look at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll take responsibility.” You grin. “I’m good at that. And I’ll think of you. Of what you need and deserve.” Then it’s quiet again as Giselle hugs you slowly but lovingly. She lays into your arm and you wrap your arms around her as you hug her to you. “We will find a way, okay?”
“Okay master,” she says and this time it sounds very different than before.
You almost had sex then. You both wanted it and actually, you both could be angry that it didn’t happen. But neither of you has negative feelings. Instead of laying on top of the naked girl you got up, your erection huge and present as ever. But instead of making love you dressed Giselle, a very intimate moment and she let you guide her naturally while you dressed her. With a chaste smile she asked you if she would look good for you in her gray and blue dress and your answer was of course positive.
Now you watch Giselle as she puts her clothes in the closet and empties the two big suitcases while you notice the vibrating of your cell phone in your pocket. With your eyes on the slender girl in front of you, you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and only then look at the screen.
Hey Biggie. What’s up with you? Everything okay?
“Hey Giselle” you say and the girl immediately turns around.
“Yes master?”
“Come here.” She moves gracefully toward you and her blue-gray dress swings around her ankles as she looks at you expectantly. You take her in your arms without asking and lift your phone. Immediately you feel her nuzzle against you and her arm against your back as you snap a selfie of you and send it to your sisters.
“I’m supposed to give you a big hug,” you say after the answer of Millie appears on your display.
“I would like that very much master,” Giselle says a bit chastely because that is her own opinion after all. You take her in your arms and press a kiss on her forehead which pleases her very much. It’s so easy to make her happy after all.
“Megan writes that Millie thinks we should all do something together,” you pass on the news and think. Then you think of something. “Shit” you laugh as the scales fall from your eyes.
“What is it?” Giselle wants to know without letting go of you. She is so different from all the girls you know but a few things are always the same and the fact that she feels comfortable around you is a little bit strange after her experiences and the realization that she is fine with her solution of submissiveness, but much more pleasant, you know how good her body feels in your arms.
“I have a serious order to you Giselle,” you say in a slightly stern voice. Immediately her behavior changes. She lets go of you, steps in front of you and makes a cute curtsy in front of you while her delicate hands take hold of her dress.
“All for you master,” she says in a serious voice.
“Tell me if you can manage to be alone here for a few hours. I want an honest and objective assessment.” And Giselle takes her time. She thinks, averts her gaze so as not to be distracted by you, which you find kind of cute, and then comes to a conclusion.
“Can I watch TV master?” You feel your wallet groan but you don’t care.
“Of course. And I order you to write me whenever you need anything, yes?”
“Yes Master.” You nod and then hug her again.
“I’m sorry Giselle. I would like to stay here.” Another kiss on the forehead. “But you’ve fallen in love with a boy with several girlfriends and I still have Emma to take care of.”
“Master, I know you have many girlfriends. I don’t mind.”
“Watching TV is fine with me,” you say while typing on your phone. Emma has her own car… so does Maureen, though. And little brothers are welcome to bug their big, sexy sisters. “But what do you say I get you some company until I get back?”
“Want me to record a video for you?” the girl asks, and you stop typing.
“What… WHAT?! No!” You laugh to hide your shock. Yes, Maureen is a good idea. “I mean normal company. You know my older sister.
“Maureen.”
“Right. She’s smart, and most of all, she takes your mind off things. Besides, she can bring you up to date on everything that happened after we left Seaview.”
“A good idea Master” the girl nods and closes her eyes as you take her in your arms again. You don’t want to kiss her on the mouth yet, this is supposed to be special, but her forehead is warm and inviting. And so are her cheeks.
“I know” you grin, “I am your master after all.”
“Yes master.” You grind her into your arms a little tighter.
“And you’re sure you can do it alone?”
“Yes Master,” comes the well-considered reply. “I don’t want to get in the way of your friends, and I’m following your orders. I can do it.” She smiles at you.
“What? Is she nuts?” Maureen doesn’t quite understand yet as her voice comes through the cell phone to your ear. “And what about you? Do you really think I’m fit to…”
“Yes, I do, sister,” you say firmly. “I don’t want Giselle to be alone and I need Emma to be with me today.” Her laugh is so beautiful, you’ve heard it so rarely… until recently. And Maureen also notices that she laughs much more often now.
“Well, your elf will be happy to hear that. Should I let her know, or just pick her up like a piece of meat from her parents?” You look to Giselle, your real slave.
“You’d better let her know. Tell her her boyfriend needs her.”
“Will do. And Finn…are you really sure that…oh shit.”
“Listen to your boyfriend girl and come here,” you say a little more sternly. You’re not serious but Maureen understands your humor, having shaped it.
“Alright boss, you horny stud. I’ll get the shackles and handcuffs and then you can punish me and your little French girl properly.” This time the laughter sticks in your throat.
“Just come to the address I will send you. No punishment.”
“I love you honey,” Maureen says and that’s what her life is all about now.
“I love you too.”
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