She doesn’t see me sitting here as she tries to sneak in the house, since all of the lights are off and it’s almost three in the morning. I watch as she ushers her new conquest into the foyer, pushes him against the door, and starts to kiss him. Maybe I will feed tonight.

 

His hands explore her as she kisses him, their embrace becoming more and more heated. I let him get worked up before I silently walk up behind them both, then clear my throat to get their attention.

 

He looks up from her and I can see surprise and then anger on his human face. “What is THIS shit??” he asks, pushing her away from him.

 

I raise my eyebrows at her, as if to say, answer him. She does. “This…is my Master.”

 

I watch him try for words. I’m sure he fully expected to be naked with my slave by now, but that is not on my agenda for this evening. With another look to her I say, after you, and step back to allow her the kill. She has been with me long enough to know; she steps in to him, pulls his head back by his hair, and snaps his neck in one powerful motion. A broken neck takes time to kill it’s owner – time we will use to feed while our “guest” is paralyzed and still breathing.

 

After we’ve both had our fill, I clear my throat again to get her attention. “Yes, my lord?” she asks demurely.

 

“What have I told you about drunken men?”

 

She knows what is coming, but tries to excuse her choice of victim. “He was all I could find, my Lord.”

 

“Nonsense,” I answer, with a shake of my head. “What about people leaving the theater? What about the hotels?” I hate the taste of alcohol-laden blood, and she knows it. It doesn’t affect me, but the taste is definitely not my preference. I’m tired of telling her things repeatedly.

 

I lead her by the elbow to the bedroom and stand her at the foot of my bed. In one clean jerk I remove her blouse; another takes care of her mini-skirt, which leaves her in stockings, garter belt, and heels. “Stay put,” I command sotto-voce, and walk to the closet, returning with a few things I will use to reinforce my point. “How many times have I told you about drunken meals?” I ask her.

 

“A few….”

 

“More than once,” I respond. “This will be the last time you bring home anyone with alcohol in their blood-stream. Now turn around.”

 

With her head down she turns her back to me and brings her hands behind her back. I have gotten two pairs of leather wrist-restraints from the closet, one for her wrists, another for her elbows. I attach both to her arms, clip them together, and turn her to face me. With her arms secured behind her and her back arched, she is in the perfect position for me to attach a pair of clamps to her already aroused nipples. Now I’ve got her attention.

 

“Will I have to repeat myself in the future?” I ask.

 

“No, Master…” she says quietly. The immobility of her arms and shoulders has done it's job, demurring her to me as a proper slave.

 

“Kneel,” I tell her. There is no room for dissention in my voice as I unzip my pants and she lowers her face to my waist. Expertly, she engulfs me with her mouth, swallowing my already turgid manhood whole. I allow her to bring me to full size before pulling her up by her hair. Face to face now, I whisper to her, “Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes, Lord,” also in a whisper.

 

“Good.” I turn her around and push her over the side of the bed so her ass is exposed to me. She knows what is coming and tries to squirm away before the first spank of many lands on her bottom. Her ass is reddened with a few spanks; I can smell her arousal deep inside my sinuses. Intoxicating, that smell – she is ready.

 

With her arms bound behind her back, nipples clamped together, and tender ass turned up to me, I fill her with one deep thrust of my hips. She screams in orgasm almost immediately, contracting around me as I roughly pound her from behind. It isn't long before I am at the edge of my own climax; I pull out of her and grab her by the back the head, bringing her face to my waist again. “Swallow it,” I command, and she opens her mouth with her head thrown back. I then fill her waiting and beautiful mouth with a hot load of my own orgasm, which I know puts her over the edge again, accompanied by muffled moans.

 

She remains kneeling with her head down while I put my pants back on. “What is our rule about feeding?” I ask her gently.

 

“No more drunks,” she replies as she looks up at me.

 

“Good girl.”

 

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