Page 64 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Daisy
Master was right. I survived the three months, but it was hell. My clit was sooo sensitive the night he took the denial device off, I couldn’t stand for him to touch it. He rubbed at it from the outside of my labia, so it was pressure without direct contact, and fuck , I popped off like a rocket with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
And the next morning, when I stood up to walk to the bathroom, I orgasmed ten steps from the bed, just from the friction of walking.
Later that day he used a vibe directly on it while I was bound, and I begged and begged for him to turn it off, or at least down, but he didn’t relent, and I came until I was bawling my eyes out, and then came another half-dozen times before he jammed his dick in my pussy and fucked me hard with the vibe still on my clit, so I kept coming and coming and coming.
We were due to leave with the club on a road trip in a few hours, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive on the back of his bike without my shield. I’d orgasmed with the shield on, but thankfully, we hadn’t been around the club when it’d happened.
How humiliating was it going to be if I orgasmed for four days solid on the back of Master’s bike?
“We’ll stop by the drugstore and get some numbing cream. If you can’t handle it at all, we can put it on your clit.”
I orgasmed all the way to the drugstore, and then from the drugstore to the clubhouse, where I went straight to Master’s room and rubbed the toothache stuff all over my fucking clit.
An hour into our ride, I could feel it again, but the sensations came back slow enough, it just kept me horny without pushing me over into an orgasm.
But by the time we made it to the hotel that night, I was ready to beg Master to fuck me. No need, though, because he bent me over and stuck his dick in me within seconds of entering our hotel room, and he brought me to a half-dozen screaming orgasms before he emptied himself inside me. I was still taking birth control pills every day, and our contract said I could continue to do so, but I’d started playing around with the idea of how hot it would be for Master to put a baby inside me. I mean, Champ is a lot of work, and I know a baby will be more, but I love the MC’s kids and babies, and how cool would it be for us to have one? But not yet. I wanted to be a well-known tattoo artist first, able to contribute to raising our child. Dozer had never, not once, acted like he owns me because he has money and I do not. He owns me because I signed a contract saying he does, end of story.
My money goes into his account, but it isn’t enough to contribute. I mean, now that I have income coming in from social media, it’s kind of an impressive amount, but still nothing compared to what he gives me for clothes and other things. He bought me a gently-used Porsche, and I about died when I happened to see how much the insurance costs on it, but he told me not to worry about it, and downplayed it.
I still have to let him know where I’m going, but he almost always says I can go, and when he doesn’t, it’s usually a safety thing.
So, he spends way more on me than I make, but he doesn’t care. That’s my issue, not his, and I’ve learned not to annoy him with it.
After he fucked me, he sent me to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup before we met everyone out front again to go eat, and I heard the faint sounds of someone else screaming through an orgasm.
We were a few minutes early, so only about half were outside, and we all stood around and talked. Usually, it’s the women in one huddle, men in another, but on these trips, our men often keep us close, so we were in one big group.
Razor and Matty were the last to step out, and Matty looked freshly fucked and still a little dazed, but he was back to himself by the time we’d walked next door to the steakhouse. We had a room reserved in the back, which was nice. The club has a couple of runs they do every so often, they know the hotel people and the restaurant people on the way there and back, and it’s just a matter of letting them know when we’ll be there, and everyone knows what we’ll need.
We only rode a few hours the next day, and we pulled into a huge field. This was a gathering of most of the east-coast Rolling Thunder chapters, all in one place, and we had a section of the field assigned to us. We were near the Atlanta and Birmingham chapters, which was cool since I’d met most of them before.
It didn’t take long for Master and me to set our tent up, and then we made our way to the center of the lot, where a few food trucks were set up. I ended up hanging with the ol’ladies while Master was off with his brothers, but I was used to this by now. Also, at these kinds of things, our men are never far away. I was wearing my vest that proclaimed me Property of Dozer, and that made me safer than safe, but still, he was always close.
And he bought me a week’s worth of light-colored UV clothing. I wear motorcycle racing clothes while riding, and they cover everything. He even puts gloves on my hands.
But once we arrived, I looked silly in white leggings and a white long-sleeved shirt. I wear shorts and a crop top over them, and that helps, but he won’t relent. This does mean I only have to keep up with the sunscreen on my hands, face, and neck, but it’s a big sunny field without much shade, and he shut down my ability to argue with him about it.
Once the sun goes down, however, I can ditch the UV stuff, and really, we don’t usually wake up until around noon, so it isn’t as bad as it could be, I suppose. In the end, this is one of the ways he takes care of me, so even though it’s annoying as fuck , I also love him for requiring it.
All in all, it was a fantastic long weekend, and I had a blast with the ol’ladies from our chapter, plus the ones from Atlanta and Birmingham. I was sad when it was time to leave, but also looked forward to returning home to Champ, who was staying with Gonzo’s kids again, who were being supervised by a trusted nanny.
Rather than return to the clubhouse, we all went home. Since most of the club lives in our neighborhood, we came roaring into it together. Our house is the first you come to, so we pulled away first, and into the garage of our home.
Our home.
Ours .
Dozer had found me all alone, with no one, and he’d given me the world. I had a husband who is the best Master ever, though these days we aren’t really what I’ve learned is called twenty-four-seven. I mean, he can use me sexually any-fucking-time he wants, but he doesn’t make the big decisions about my life. Who I want to be, how I want to make money, how I present myself on social media, who I am around his brothers and their ol’ladies — all that is completely up to me. He doesn’t want to change who I am in that regard — he’s just changed me from being someone who makes terrible decisions into someone who makes good decisions.
I was a mess when I stole Dozer’s truck, and now I have this fulfilling life that only promises to be more and more fulfilling over the years to come.
* * * *
Dozer
Marco had told me he didn’t think Daisy had been whole to start with, so the breaking-in-a-new-slave period wasn’t going to take as long, since she was mostly broken when I found her in the back of my truck.
I believe, looking back, that while I conditioned her so she was an excellent slave, I never fully broke her. With her sunny personality, completely breaking her would’ve been a travesty, so I’m grateful I didn’t manage my original intention.
Because my Daisy May is the light of my life. She’s my sun and my moon. She turned my house into so much more than a home, and I love coming home to her and Champ.
The club stopped to eat an hour before we pulled into town, which meant I was full and happy and ready to use my little Daisy May in all the ways that weren’t available to me in the tents and hotel rooms.
“Five-minute shower, and then I want you to get the butterfly vibe out and five impact implements — four you want to be used on you, and one you hate but know I’ll enjoy using so I can make you scream and beg.” I also told her which butt plug to pull out, and ordered her to lean over the bed and spread her ass cheeks to wait for me.
It’s a position I know from experience to be humbling, but I also know my little flower thrives on that sort of thing.
This is us. Master and slave, but also husband and wife, and even more, life partners. No, more than that, we’re motherfucking soul mates.
In real life, bulldozers kill flowers, but I’d made it my life’s purpose to feed and water my little Daisy, to give her lots of sunshine, and then to bask in the sunshine she brings into my life.
And maybe tying my wife to the bed and then whaling on her and turning most of her body bright red before I finally fuck all of her holes without mercy might not sound like romance to most people, but to us? It’s romantic as fuck, and when I finished with her, we’d both know she belongs to me one thousand percent.
But the reverse is true, too. I belong to her one thousand percent as well.
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Daisy
Choosing implements is hard. I love Master being in control, but I get why he wants me to choose, sometimes. He’s teaching me to make good decisions.
I chose three floggers I love, and a paddle full of sting with very little thud. And then stared at the implements, trying to figure out which would bring Master the most pleasure. I detest the loopy Johnny, but it makes me scream louder than anything else Master uses on me, so I set it on the bed with the other implements.
I gathered all the other things he’d listed, settled them on the bed as well, and then leaned over to wait.
I’m used to having to hold myself open for him, offering myself up to him like some kind of sacrifice, but it isn’t a sacrifice. I want to belong to Master, and I love that he reminds both of us just how much of me he fucking owns.
After five days of calling him Dozer and being his wife, it was time for me to be his Daisy again, and I looked forward to whatever he’d planned for our evening, no matter how exhausted I was.
Also, I knew this was going to be a marathon session, since I’d heard Master tell Gonzo he’d come get Champ a few hours after we arrived home. I knew I’d get to see my big guy soon enough, but not until Master was finished with me.
“The loopy, little flower?”
Master’s voice made me jump a little, but I stayed in position and answered, “I know how much you enjoy it, Master.”
“I do, indeed, and because I’m so pleased with you, I’ll wait until you’re warmed up with the paddle and floggers before I use it on you.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I think I’m going to use the rubber flogger on your asshole before I fuck it. Maybe your pussy, too. On your back in position one, and you know the modifications I’m going to want to it, right?”
“I do, Master.”
He wanted my legs out to the side in the splits, aimed so my asshole would be up in the air and an easy target. It didn’t take him long to bind me so I couldn’t move out of position, and then the blows rained down, one after another until I was bawling, but it was a catharsis, to step back into our original roles — to be Master’s slave-girl after five days of being Dozer’s ol’lady. I wouldn’t change a thing, and I love being both, but I never want to lose this part of our life together.
* * * *
Dozer
I fucked her unconscious approximately two hours after we began, and I cleaned her up, tucked her in, and went to pick up our Champ, who was so excited to see me, he nearly came out of his skin. He loves going to Gonzo’s and he adores the kids there, but he also loves coming home.
Coming home.
That phrase means so much more than it once did. Champ jumped on the bed to say hello to Daisy, who roused enough to pet him and hug him. I put him in his crate in the corner of our bedroom because he still isn’t trustworthy loose without supervision, and then I crawled into bed with my little flower.
Home isn’t just a place, it’s an aura. A thing.
And for me, home is wherever I can relax with my Daisy. I’d tried to make her a slave, but she’d found a way past my walls, burrowed into my heart, and become my wife. My life
My little flower.