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K's Candy Ch. 001

By: candy_slut



Part 1: New Housemate

Few things in life are as traumatic as changing housemates. I was unfortunately in dire need of a new housemate - Sheila's transfer for her job had been moved up, unexpectedly, leaving me in the lurch for someone to share expenses.

After meeting a couple of girls who answered my ad and not getting a good feeling from either of them I was starting to get a little antsy. But there was one more person I hadn't met yet.

Katherine arrived punctually. A good sign. One has to look at lots of intangibles in this situation. She looked to be about my age, pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Tall. Well-dressed, another good sign. She most likely had a good job, so getting her half of the rent money each month shouldn't be a problem. A quietly confident air about her, something unspoken.

I showed her around and she seemed to genuinely like the place. At the end of the tour and after a little small talk, she looked at me. 

"So, Marsha . . . are we roommates?"

Her directness caught me a little off-guard. I'd been planning to think about it, at least a little bit. But she seemed really nice, she obviously wanted to move in, and I was in need of a housemate right away.

I gave it my best smile, attempting to be convincing that it was my idea to offer it to her, and told her "yes."

Katherine smiled as though she knew the answer before I did.

"Great. I'll move in this weekend."

We talked a couple of minutes about logistics and then she left. I closed the door behind her and sighed with relief. 

* * *

Katherine showed up Saturday with her stuff. I let her in and made myself scarce for a couple of hours. One, because I wanted to give her some space and privacy and two, because, well, after working all week lugging someone else's stuff around wasn't exactly my idea of a fun Saturday. So I told Katherine I was off to run some errands and would see her in a couple of hours.

I came home from my errands, having stopped and brought us some lunch, figuring I'd make a nice opening gesture. Katherine seemed happy to see me, happier still when she saw that I had lunch with me. We plopped down on the couch and had our lunch, Katherine's boxes in various states of disarray around the place.

I asked her if she went by Kate, or some other nickname. She smiled, sort of, and said, "No. Just Katherine." Then she laughed, as if to herself, and said "well, I've been called other things." There was a semi-awkward silence for a moment, which I broke by giggling a bit, and the conversation moved on.

"What about you, Marsha? I have to admit when I saw that your last name is Cane, I wondered if people ever called you "Candy." Katherine laughed and looked at me, her blue eyes seeming to really focus on me for the first time.

I felt an odd desire to look away, for no apparent reason. I laughed a little and said "hmm, not that I recall." 

"Well, it suits you, I think . . . Candy."

We both laughed.

Katherine said she thought that today it was more important to get to know each other a little better as opposed to her going nuts trying to get everything unpacked and settled, and for us to discuss what she called "some practical aspects." I listened.

"I have to admit, Candy, that I'm really horrible with all the domestic stuff. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, ironing, etc., frankly I'm terrible at them and I hate them. So I thought that we could work out a deal along those lines."

She went on. "My proposal is, I pay ¾ of the rent and utilities instead of half, in exchange for which you take care of all the 'domestic' stuff.

She smiled at me as she ate her turkey roll-up. "What do you think?"

I went into a long think. Being able to save all that money every month was certainly attractive. It would be more work for me, but, really, how much more could it be? And this whole area of who shops, who cooks, who wants the kitchen when, who ate who's food, and all that, was often a major irritant. This arrangement would avoid that.

Katherine eyed me as I thought it over. "To make sure that you don't get screwed on the deal, I'll kick in some additional grocery money over and above the ¾ of the rent and utilities. Deal?"

I agreed. I've always been the kind of person who tends to go along, and in this case there was a definite financial advantage as well.

She hugged me. "Thanks. That's a load off my mind." We smiled at each other as we ate lunch. Katherine told me that she thought we were going to work out great together. I had to agree. 

K's Candy Ch. 002



Part 2 The First Week

We got on well. Saturday evening and Sunday I helped Katherine get unpacked and settled; she didn't seem to mind and in fact welcomed the help as far as I could tell. I made sure to limit my "helpful suggestions," as I know how annoying that can be, and at any rate Katherine was the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted, obviously.

Katherine gave me some money Sunday afternoon, for groceries, as promised. I was a bit disconcerted by this, since I hadn't said I was going grocery shopping, although I had been planning on it. So she either guessed that I was going, or she expected me to go. I started to get a little annoyed at that thought but then I remembered that I had agreed to do the shopping and cooking, and well, tomorrow was Monday . . . it was reasonable for her to assume that our arrangement would start right away.

The rest of Sunday flew by, as weekends always seem to. In a way I was anxious for the week to start, though . . . you don't really know what someone is like to live with until you see them after a good day, after a tough one, etc.

Things went great, as it turned out. Katherine seemed pretty even-tempered. She wasn't particularly cranky in the mornings, and seemed to come home from work in a more or less good mood.

For my part, it was a bit of a hassle. Some nights I just didn't feel like cooking, of course, and on those nights I'd just pick at whatever was around. But taking Katherine's money made me feel obligated to produce a meal of some sort, and Katherine, nice as she was, made it clear that that's what she felt entitled to, although she didn't say a word about it, directly. In the end, it didn't bother me. It was our agreement, and it would lead to me eating better/healthier.

I also quickly noticed that Katherine was in the habit of ordering people around. She was some sort of manager at her work, and she had a way of willing those around her to do her bidding, but without seeming bitchy or overly demanding. That carried over to home. She would ask me to do things, little things, in a way that didn't seem like she was asking for something . . . it was as if it was a natural sort of thing that she would ask and that the other person (me, in this case) would simply do it. The things were so trivial and didn't bother me in any case that I didn't give it much thought. She would ask for a glass of water, or the newspaper, and I get them. Not a biggie.

There was another dynamic, this one a bit more disturbing. I'd never been with a woman before, sexually, had never really even considered it. But I found myself with strange feelings about Katherine, feelings that didn't feel like normal girl-girl friendly feelings. More disquieting to me was the odd, embarrassing certainty I had that Katherine not only had the same feelings about me, but knew about my feelings towards her.

 

I didn't know what to do about these feelings, and I certainly wasn't going to talk about them. I figured that they were a little blip on some cosmic radar, a momentary crossing of wires, and that they would soon fade. At any rate I was more consumed with thinking about the fact that Monday was a holiday . . . ah, bliss, a three-day weekend coming up. I had no particular plans other than to have no plans. What a wonderful thought.

I got through the day Friday, mostly watching the clock and daydreaming. I like my job well enough, but I am not exactly what one would call ambitious in career terms. I am essentially a glorified secretary (often not that glorified, actually), and that's fine for me. I stopped off at the market on the way home, having realized that I needed something for what I'd planned to make for dinner, and raced home, happy to be free of that place for a long weekend.

I was starting to pull the things out to get dinner going when Katherine came home, toting Chinese takeout and champagne. She caught the look of relief/surprise/happiness in my eyes.

 "I figured that since it's a long weekend, and, the end of our first week together, you shouldn't have to cook tonight. So I figured we could celebrate with Chinese and champagne."

I laughed, because Chinese and champagne aren't two things I normally think of together, but I couldn't think of a better treat than not having to make dinner and clean up. We laid out the cartons and sat on the floor around the coffee table. Katherine popped the bubbly, and I laughed, seeing she'd brought two bottles.

Katherine had a laugh, too. "Well . . . I figured better safe than sorry."

We had a great time, watching trash on TV, eating the yummy Chinese food and drinking down champagne.

Now, I'm not a big girl, so it doesn't take a lot of bubbly to get me feeling really good, and tipsy. So before long I'm in a very good mood, on top of how excited I was about it being Friday night and having the long weekend ahead of me. Katherine was having a good time, too . . . we were having a great time together, the living situation was working out well . . . I was feeling a really nice buzz. Not stupid drunk, not sickish at all, just . . . perfectly fun and tipsy, and really enjoying that feeling.

In this state, I looked at Katherine and realized for the first time that she wasn't just pretty, she was downright beautiful. 5' 9", blonde, blue eyes . . . pretty much prefect breasts from what I could tell, long legs, knew how to dress. I figured her for the total package type, most likely fending guys off with a stick. I thought about that, and realized how ridiculous it was to be attracted to her, and even more ridiculous for me to think that had I picked up a feeling that she was attracted to me. Perhaps I might get a reject or two of hers; that was a much more realistic thought.

Then, as always in life it seems, reality has a way of instantly blasting one's thought process to shreds. I was idly watching the TV, thinking all these thoughts, head spinning just a tiny little bit, when, all of sudden Katherine took me in her arms and kissed me, hard, deeply.

My head spun more. I had never felt a kiss like that, so passionate and urgent, yet with a woman's softness at the same time. I felt something in me melt, give way. I kissed her back, hungrily.



K's Candy Ch. 003



Part 3: The Longest Night

I was in some kind of dream state, but totally aware of every single thing I was feeling. The electricity of her lips on mine was enthralling, consuming – it was "just" as kiss, but it so unlike any kiss I'd felt before. Not like a man's kiss at all . . . softer but more powerful for having that softness to it, mixed with the desire and the undercurrent of aggression in it.

That kiss seemed to go on forever, and I remember as it as one unbroken thing, but in reality it couldn't have been. At a certain point we were both naked, "still" kissing, but with the luxurious sensation of skin against skin layered on top.

I felt Katherine pushing gently on my shoulders; I glided down along her, my mouth laying a line of kisses down her, her skin so smooth and perfect on my lips. The pressure on my shoulders continued, and I hesitated, unsure. I looked up at her and whispered.

"I . . . unhhhh . . . haven't ever done it before . . . "

Katherine smiled a calm knowing smile.

"It's all right, Candy, I know. Part's just natural, the rest I'll help you with. Don't worry."

I sort of half-processed her words, but my mouth kept sliding down. I reached her sex and breathed in deeply, and the scent of her filled me. A scent familiar, but somehow so different, and so powerful now.

I felt Katherine's hands on my head. I began to kiss and lick at her, too eagerly at first, I'm sure . . . I felt as though I were floundering a bit. But then I felt Katherine's hands, directing me, her sounds of pleasure and little words of direction and encouragement helping to calm me down.

It seemed like it took hours. Katherine held my head in her hands and slowly moved me to every place she wanted to feel my mouth. My lips and tongue swirled and caressed and stroked and probed every part of her; the scent and taste of her was seeping into me as time went on . . . her sounds slowly became more excited, more urgent, less articulate. They urged me on. I felt my own heart racing as her pleasure mounted.

Finally, when it seemed like she couldn't hold it back another second, Katherine exploded. I found myself sucking down her wetness, hungrily, unthinking, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When the waves eventually stopped and she pulled my head off of her, we were both panting hard.

She pulled me up to her and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply again. That same electricity flowed through me again, this time boosted by the taste of her on my lips.

I moaned, and I could feel my cunt tingling, throbbing, soaked. I expected in some vague way that Katherine would now return the favor, as it were. I didn't say anything but I'm sure that desire and need were just oozing out of me.

Katherine rolled over on top of me and looked deeply into my eyes. I looked up at her, my whole body on fire, unconsciously squirming under her.

Her voice was low, enticing, as she kissed me softly in between phrases.

"Mmmmm . . . you gave me wonderful pleasure, Candy . . . mmmmmm I want to show you some amazing feelings, too . . . mmmmmmmm . . . in my own slightly different way . . ."

I tried to kiss her back as I listened, but her lips pulled away too soon each time.

"But I need to know . . . mmmmmmmm . . . if you trust me, Candy."

I looked up at her . . . trying to quell my racing thoughts . . . "Trust you?"

She smiled. "Yes, you see, if you don't trust me, then tonight was well, something that never happened. But if you do, then tonight's possibly that start of something beyond your wildest dreams. But only if you trust me."

I saw through the fog of champagne and desire and excitement for a moment. I did trust her, in a way I couldn't rationally explain, having known her not even a week. 

I whispered . . . "I do trust You, Katherine."

She kissed me deeply again . . . "mmmmmmmmmmm that is a very good thing."

She lifted herself off of me, and got a bag from under her bed. She opened it and pulled out two short lengths of blue rope, and gently took my arms and tied my wrists to the headboard of the bed above me.

I looked up at her, nervously. Bondage was something that I'd tried once or twice, at the urging of a couple of boyfriends, who wanted me in the "controlling" role. These experiences did little for me and less for them, most likely because I had no flair for being in charge, especially in the bedroom. But this was an unexpected twist; at least I understood Katherine's "trust" question better now, or so I thought.

I tugged a bit at the ropes. They were very secure but not uncomfortable. Katherine had obviously done this before. I suppose I should have been scared, or nervous, but I wasn't. I watched and felt her stuff a pillow under my bottom, then take two more blue ropes and stretch my legs out, tying my ankles down, and I found myself more entranced and expectant, than anything else.

Katherine stood over me a moment, eyes traveling down my body, a look on her face that seemed to say "ah, finally." I blushed deeply. She laughed softly and went into her bag again.

I watched her every move as she pulled out a harness and buckled it around her midsection. My eyes grew wider as she went into the bag again and pulled out a black latex cock, and attached it to the harness.

Speechless was an understatement for my state of mind at that moment. I watched her, as if watching a film clip in slow motion, as she got on the bed and got on top of me. Her lips were a fraction of an inch from mine; the head of the cock was touching my sex, making me squirm and wiggle under her, involuntarily.

Her voice softly scraped through the thick silence.

"This is going to feel so good, Candy. If you've never been fucked by a woman you'll find it's like nothing else on earth."

She laughed a little. "And I notice you're not protesting the fact that you're tied up."

I blushed hotly and writhed under her, too excited to really care about anything else, but I had to admit that hearing her, there was a strange sort of comfort in being bound, a comfort that added to rather than detracted from my excitement.

I was going to say something when Katherine's lips covered mine. At the same moment she drove the cock into me and filled me with it. I moaned deeply into her kiss, my sound mixing with the soft sound she made, like a growl.

She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes as she began to rhythmically, steadily fuck me. She was right . . . there was something so different about the way she did it. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I looked up at her, desire raging in me now . . . She gazed down at me, seemingly in no hurry, slowly, methodically letting me feel her fucking me, at her pace.

"Feels so incredible, doesn't it, Candy?"

All I could do was nod and moan, panting.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . well, as wonderful as this is . . . this is the tip of the iceberg of what you can feel, of what we can feel . . . if you will agree to what I am about to propose."

I tried hard to focus, biting my lip as I tried to force the throbbing tingles down that raced through my body. I managed to say "what?"

She slowed down, slowly grinding the cock to me as she spoke.

"As you can see and feel, Candy, I am, by nature a Dominant Woman. I am just that way, in every aspect of my life, and always have been as long as I can remember."

She fucked me a little harder, and faster as she continued, her words filling the spaces between my moans and gasps as my gushing cunt clenched the cock hard.

"But Dominance is nothing, without someone to submit to it, Candy. What I propose is that for one week, you completely submit to me. One week. At the end of that week, if you are unhappy, or otherwise not completely thrilled, we will go back to being roommates and it will be like none of this ever happened."

She was pounding me with the cock now . . . I tried to hump back to her, feeling the impending orgasm welling up in me, undeniable, unstoppable . . . 

Katherine moaned loudly herself and her hips pummeled me over and over . . . her voice rising along with our shared mounting passion . . .

"So . . . what do you say? . . . "

My mind was a narrowed, pressed, to a single thought, a single word. My mouth opened without any conscious effort and the word hissed out . . . . 

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss . . . "

She smiled brightly and her whole body seemed to be focused in the act of fucking me. She hammered me over the edge . . . 

"Cumm with me, Candy."

I screamed and thrashed under her. Our bodies twisted and twined together as we both screamed louder, the waves ripping and popping, more and more intense with each one. It was a release like I had never felt before. And it seemed to go on for minutes . . . my mind was gone, my body spent. I vaguely recall the sensation of her rolling off of me. Then a soft kiss. Some words I can't recall. Then everything was draped in a complete, soothing blackness.



K's Candy Ch. 004



Part 4: The Agreement

I woke up, and instinctively tried to move, and found I was still bound and spread on Katherine's bed. I looked over - Katherine wasn't in bed. I felt a bit sore and was cranky from having slept on my back and restrained, besides. I had no idea what time it was. It wasn't light outside. I glanced over at the clock . . . 3:52.

I realized as I tugged a bit that Katherine had loosened the ropes a bit, allowing some movement, but leaving me still quite firmly bound, and obviously not going anywhere without Katherine's intervention.

I had no idea how long I'd slept, but it couldn't have been that long. . My cunt ached from the hard fucking Katherine had given me, and my mind was swimming, swirling . . . who knew it could be like that with another woman? And what exactly had I said "yes" to a couple of hours ago?

I heard stirring and Katherine walked back into the room. My mouth dropped open a little seeing her in her long silk robe. Even at 4AM she was gorgeous.

She had a mug of hot chocolate in her hand and sat on the bed beside me. She smiled, and stroked her fingers along my right thigh. I shivered at the touch.

"Have a nice nap, Candy?"

I squirmed and grunted a bit . . . and mumbled something about not as good a nap as I might've had had I not been left tied up.

Katherine's eyes flashed to me; the first time I'd seen her eyes anything other than inviting. The look seemed to go right through me. 

She got up off of the bed, set down the mug, and bent down to pick something up.

"First lesson."

She leaned over, and stuffed her panties tightly into my mouth. She grabbed my chin in her hand, eyes hard, her tone harsh.

"When I ask a question, you answer, clearly, respectfully, and fully. Nod your head if you understand."

I nodded immediately. Her look and tone froze me, held me tighter than the ropes. 

She smiled again and sat down, picking up her mug again and leaving me still gagged with her panties. I closed my eyes, tasting her on them, that now-familiar scent and taste giving me that feeling of being filled with it.

"I'll talk for a bit, Candy. You just nod your head when I ask you a question."

She settled and sipped, eyes traveling over my bound body, moving a bit closer.

"For one week, you will submit to me. That is our agreement. And I sense that you are an honorable girl, who will stick to her agreement, yes?"

I nodded.

"Good girl. Now, what exactly does it mean, that you submit to me? I'll explain."

"Quite simply, it means, I say, you do. This extends to any and all areas of our lives that I choose to extend it to. Sex, food, free time, etc. Anything and everything, depending on what I choose to control. To set your mind at ease, I want you to know that I won't order you to do anything illegal, overly dangerous, or downright sick. But within those confines, for the next week, Candy . . . you . . . are mine."

I shivered again . . . the way she said the word "mine," was scary and thrilling both at once. I'd never had a reaction like that to a single spoken word.

Katherine smiled. "Do we understand each other?"

I nodded, and she removed the panties from my mouth. I stretched my jaw a bit and looked up her.

"Any questions?"

I know that I should have had a million of them, but my mind was strangely blank. "No, Katherine," I said.

Katherine teased her hand along my thigh . . . "now, Candy, Lesson Two. You are to address me as "Miss" as opposed to using my name. One thing I'll add at this point is that I'm not a hard Woman, but I do hate having to repeat a lesson."

I nodded. "Yes . . . Miss."

She smiled brightly. "Good girl." I realized that I had softly moaned, hearing those words. A little pleasurable tingle had gone through me when she said "good girl."

Katherine got up and moved around the bed, untying me. Gingerly, I stretched and moved my limbs, wincing slightly. Katherine rubbed my arms and legs, helping soothe them. Then she lay down and pulled me close, holding me in her arms. I melted to her embrace, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

She stroked my hair and pressed me close, her voice a calming whisper.

"Time for us to go back to sleep, Candy. Tomorrow's the start of what is going to be a beautiful adventure."

I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting, dragged down fast into sleep. My mind tried to swim, to swirl, but something much bigger, stronger than me wanted me to sleep. I submitted to sleep, and felt it pull me down; dark, warm, and strangely safe. 



K's Candy Ch. 005



Part 5: Saturday Morning

I opened my eyes and glanced over. Katherine seemed to be just starting to stir, too. I was a little shocked to realize that in my mind, I had said "Miss is just waking up." One lesson apparently was taking hold already.

She turned, sleepily, and smiled at me. "Good morning, Candy." She pulled me close and kissed me, then looked over at the clock. "Mmmmm did you sleep all right?" I slept wonderfully."

I stretched a little in her embrace. "Yes, Miss, I slept like a rock, once we finally slept." We both giggled softly, and I could feel myself blushing.

Katherine smiled, enjoying my reaction. She glanced over at the clock. "Felt good to sleep in, but we've got to get moving, Candy. Get me some coffee and then get breakfast going."

I slipped off the bed. "Yes, Miss." I moved towards the kitchen, thinking about what to make for breakfast, and noting that Katherine's "request" had its usual easy tone, but with a slightly more demanding hint to it. Or was that just me, reading my own scrambled feelings into everything?

I turned to her a moment. "Miss? Something in particular you want for breakfast?"

She thought a moment. "Hm . . . something celebratory, I think. Pancakes and sausage." She sat up in bed and flicked the TV on, indicating that the conversation was over. I continued on my way, throwing on a bathrobe and going into to the kitchen to start the coffee.

I started getting the things out to make breakfast while the coffee brewed, inhaling the wonderful aroma as I busied myself. My thoughts wandered. Well, so far "submitting" wasn't so terrible; I'd be making breakfast and coffee anyway, agreement or no agreement.

The coffee finished and I poured her a mug. I picked up the mug and walked back into the bedroom, setting the mug on the nightstand. I was focused on getting back to the kitchen and moving breakfast along. I turned to start heading back to the kitchen when Katherine touched my arm. I stopped and looked at her.

"OK, Candy. Let's pause a moment. You will find that lessons are everywhere. This is another one. Pick up the coffee mug and go back to the doorway."

I had a momentary feeling of impatience, but I picked up the mug and did as she asked. "Yes, Miss."

She watched me. "OK. Now, walk to the bed again and stop by my side. Your steps should be graceful, but efficient. Alert, but not rushing. Try it now."

I wanted to say that she couldn't expect too much "grace" from me at 10AM on Saturday, but I said nothing and did my best. She watched me intently.

She looked at me as I stopped. "Good. Now, carefully lower yourself to your knees, then bring the mug up to my easy reach. And offer me the mug."

I hoped my face wasn't betraying my thoughts. My knees? Her eyes caught mine and I could tell she felt my reaction. But she remained unruffled, gently inclining her head, silently reinforcing her previous command.

I concentrated and very carefully knelt down, miraculously without spilling any coffee. Slowly I lifted the mug upwards. There was a moment of silence as she watched me . . . then I remembered that she had said "offer it" to her; perhaps that meant a verbal offer in addition to lifting the mug up. I looked up at her. 

"Coffee, Miss," I said, a little haltingly.

She smiled a little more brightly and took the mug, her hands cradling mine a moment. Her eyes were calming. Her touch, electric, as it always seemed to be.

"Thank you, Candy. Good girl." I felt that peculiar surge again when she said those words. "We have other aspects of serving that we can work on, later, if . . . "

I looked up at her, listening, waiting for the "if" . . .

She smiled and sipped her coffee. "Well, there's time to talk about "if-s" later. The last part of the serve is the dismissal. I will indicate to you when you may return to what you were doing. Do so now."

She laughed softly. "I'm hungry!"

I got up and walked out of the room, realizing with a laugh that I was hungry too. I tried to move without rushing, until I cleared her door, then scurried back to the kitchen, my mind flashing for an instant on the thought of how easily I seemed to be slipping into this. I had just served another woman a cup of coffee on my knees, and felt, well, sort of good about it.

I busied myself with breakfast, pouring myself come coffee as I worked. As everything was just about ready, I realized that yelling across the house "Breakfast is ready!" wasn't going to be what Miss wanted. I moved out of the kitchen to go to her room to tell her when I saw her walking into the dining room, robe flowing around her. She smiled and sat down. I noted idly that she was sitting in the spot I had habitually sat in for years.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes, Miss. I'll bring it now."

She nodded. "Mine first. Put everything on a tray and bring it as you did the coffee. This side." She indicated the side of her on which I should kneel.

I moved back into the kitchen and hurriedly dug out a tray, not having been ready for needing one. I quickly but prettily arranged everything on the tray and moved back into the dining room, stopping on Her right and very slowly, gingerly, moving down to my knees. This was a little trickier with a tray. I made it and lifted the tray up higher, feeling instantly how it made my arms strain a little. "Breakfast, Miss," I said softly.

She regarded me, and the tray, a moment, and then took her plate, silverware, syrup, etc. I knelt there, trying to be still and keep the tray high and level, arms quivering slightly.

She seemed almost to not notice I was there, relaxing and enjoying her breakfast in leisurely fashion. My arms were beginning to burn a little now.

Finally she looked down at me. "Very good, Candy. You may go get your breakfast and join me."

I sighed with relief. "Yes, Miss, thank you." I rose gratefully and went back to the kitchen and grabbed my breakfast and quickly joined her. Her eyes found mine across the table.

"To submit, Candy, means not only that you submit in word, and in deed, but submit in all ways. You submit to my pace, to my time. My sense of time and pace becomes yours. What I need, I need immediately, or exactly at some later time I might specify. In short, you work around me, never the other way around."

I listened, enjoying my pancakes, understanding her words but thinking that I probably didn't understand totally at this point.

"Now. Do you have a small pad handy? Get me one, and a pen."

I got up. "Yes, Miss." I went to the desk and rummaged around a bit, finding them, and brought them to her side. I about to kneel when she stopped me, smiling.

"No need, Candy, in this instance."

I sat down again and continued eating. Katherine took the pen and started writing. She wrote down a few things and then stopped, looking up at me again. She pushed her plate away from her a little.

"Saturday is errands and chore day." She laughed. "For you, anyway." She tossed the pad down on the table in front of me. I looked down and read.

Candy's To-do list

 Wash the cars
 Make sure both cars are gassed up
 My car – oil change
 Pick up my dry-cleaning
 Grocery shopping
 Mail letters
 Do a return at Nordstrom's 
 Go to T-Mobile and exchange my car charger

I read down the list, then looked up at her again. "I don't care what order you do things in, but make sure my car is washed, gassed up, the oil changed and back here by 1. I'll leave the receipts, cash, letters to be mailed, etc., here."

She got up and started to walk away, then stopped. "Oh, and make sure your cell phone is charged and turned on and with you at all times. I need to be able to get in touch with you instantly at any time."

"Yes, Miss," I said, and finished my breakfast hurriedly. I stared at the list again and sighed softly. So much for my lazy Saturday.



K's Candy Ch. 006



Part 6: Busy Day

I was cleaning up after breakfast when Katherine called to me. "Here's everything you need." I peeked around the corner at her. She smiled.

"Oh, and I realized I might not have been clear about something. When I said 'wash the cars' I meant you wash the cars, not take them to a car wash." She turned and started to walk away. "OK, time for me to get showered."

I gulped softly. I actually had planned on going to the car wash. My day was getting more hectic by the minute and I hadn't even started to do anything yet. I laughed to myself and thought thank goodness I don't know how to change my own oil!

I finished cleaning up and got dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of ratty cut-offs and old sneakers. I had to rummage around a bit for a bucket and some rags. I found them, grabbed the soap and went out to get the hose.

Washing the cars turned out to be actually sort of fun. It was a beautiful day out and the simple process of making something clean was quietly pleasing.

Miss popped her head out the door and watched me as I was finishing drying her car. She called out.

"Don't forget to vacuum the interior spotless, Candy. Oh, and I'm guessing you don't have a good car wax on hand. Add that to your list today, to pick some up; both cars are to be immaculate and well-waxed each time."

"Yes, Miss," I replied, blushing wildly and looking around, wondering if any neighbors had heard that exchange.

I vacuumed Miss' car thoroughly, then went about washing and vacuuming mine. I started to worry about the time, mindful of her instruction to have her car back 1. I put away the car-washing things and went about hurriedly getting ready to go out. Katherine watched me dashing around.

"Hm, for today, I'll let you go out like that. As a rule, I don't ever want you dressed as you currently are, even around the house or washing the car. And especially in public. You represent me, after all. But for today, it's more important that you get everything done in a timely fashion, and I need my car back."

I couldn't think of anything to say other than "yes, Miss." And normally I wouldn't have gone out looking like this, even to the gas station and Quik-Lube. But one look at the clock told me it was time to scoot.

Miss swatted my butt playfully . . . "get going, girl . . . see you before 1."

I jumped a little, more in surprise than anything else, both at the little swat and at her calling me "girl." Like everything else with Katherine it seemed perfectly normal, natural. I shook my head in wonder as I headed out the door.

I got Miss' car gassed up and the oil changed; there was a bit of a wait. Nervously I watched the clock and fretted as it seemed everyone was getting their oil changed today. But it all worked out and I got done and out of there and pulled into the driveway at 12:52.

I went inside and put Miss' keys on the table. She came out from her bedroom, casually but very elegantly dressed, as she always seemed to be. She hugged me.

"Good job, Candy. Well, I'm off lunch and some shopping with a couple of friends." She looked me up and down. "I need everything done and you back by 4. You'll want to shower and change before you go out again . . . but watch your time. And be sure to eat lunch at some point."

I nodded. "Yes, Miss. Should I get dinner started when I get home?"

She thought a moment. Hmm. I'll call later and let you know." She turned and headed for the door. Bye for now, Candy. Enjoy your day." She laughed softly.


"Bye, Miss . . . you too."

I watched her go and then picked up my list, crossing off the items I'd done and adding "get car wax" and "have lunch." I did need to write that last one down . . . missing lunch was something I could easily have done without a reminder.

I looked at the clock again and quickly got the shower started and stripped. I didn't dawdle in the shower, although I usually love a long shower on the weekends. I could feel myself giving over, surrendering in some way to the pace, her pace, as I did everything I'd normally do, but more efficiently. Normally, I'd obsess for half an hour on what to wear; today I found a top and a denim skirt, saw that they matched, and put them on. I got my makeup done in record time, it seemed, put on a pair of nicer sneakers, gathered my list, keys, phone, and what Miss had left for me and headed out the door.

Mentally I planned the route. Gas station first. Easy – in, fill up, out. One thing off the list. I felt a peculiar, disproportionate sense of joy at the simple act of crossing something off of my list.

The Post Office was next. That would be easy. They have a little drive-up mailbox, so I wouldn't even have to get out of the car. This list was going down under the efficient whirlwind that was me today!

Just as I pulled into the drive-up mailbox, my cell phone went off. It was Katherine.

"Candy? Did you do the Post Office yet?" No hello, right to the point.

"Was just about to."

There was a short silence, then I realized.

"Was just about to, Miss."

"Good, glad I caught you in time. I need you to go inside and get one of those little charts with the international postal rates on it. And I need stamps."

"Yes Miss."

"Good girl." The call clicked dead.

I sighed. So much for the drive-thru errand. I found a parking space after a bit and walked into the Post Office. Of course, a long line. I cursed silently and stood there, with no recourse but to watch the smoothly efficient schedule start to crumble before my eyes. Leaving and coming back wasn't an option – they'd be closed before too long.

After what seemed like forever I got to the front of the line and got what I needed. I rushed back to the car, crossed the Post Office off the list, and headed out, destination Nordstrom's.

I got there. Not a long line, only one person in front of me, but of course some drama about the return. Eventually it got sorted out.

Another list item bites the dust. The Post Office had thrown off the schedule, but still, I could do this. I saw a deli and pulled in. I got sandwich, chips, and a soda and headed on my way. 

I ate my lunch driving to the T-Mobile store. Nothing is ever simple with a cell phone company. Finally I got out of there with Miss' new charger in hand. I glanced at the cell phone. Time was whittling down on me. I headed for the drycleaners. 

That, at least, was simple. In, out, and on my way again. Only the grocery store and the car wax were left now.

I literally raced through the grocery store, making a quick stop at the auto parts store for the wax and drove home, lucky to have not gotten a ticket, and got into the house and the groceries inside. I glanced at the clock. 3:56.

I collapsed onto the couch, breathing a big sigh of relief. I'd made it. I closed my eyes.

I was jolted awake by the ringing phone. Panicked, I raced for it and picked it up, not knowing it I'd been asleep for five minutes for two hours.

It was Miss. I looked at the clock – exactly 4. It was four minutes I'd been asleep.

"Hi. I see you've made it home on time. Get everything done?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good girl. I'm guessing you got home just in the nick of time, plopped down on the couch, and promptly fell asleep. Probably didn't even get a chance to put the groceries away yet."

I was glad she couldn't see what must've been my all-over blush.

"Errrr . . . Yes Miss."

She laughed softly. "Well, get the groceries put away. I'll be home soon."

"Yes, Miss. Shall I start dinner?"

"No, Candy. I think we'll go out tonight."

"Oooo . . . yes, Miss."

The phone clicked dead.

I got the groceries put away, and was just about to plop back down on the couch when the phone rang again.

"I'm just about to pull onto the block. Meet me outside; I have things to be brought in.

"Yes Miss."

I went outside, and Katherine pulled into a driveway a minute later. She indicated what needed to come inside and walked by me, into the house. I got the bags and went inside.

I set her bags down. She was sitting on the couch, idly flipping channels with the remote. She looked over at me.

She dropped a couch pillow onto the floor in front of her. "Come and kneel here, Candy." I moved across the room and knelt, facing her, feeling the relative ease of kneeling on a pillow. She smiled down at me and set the remote down.

"I planned to have us go out for dinner tonight, Candy, but I decided that we still have a lot of "getting to know each other" to do, and I didn't want to take the extra time away from that." She picked up the cordless phone and dialed a number, looking at me as she waited for her call to be answered. "So we'll have pizza delivered and hang out here."

I smiled. I was tired from running around all day and while going out sounded good, a pizza at home was a much more appealing thought.

She ordered our food, paid with her credit card, and hung up, setting the phone down. "It'll be here in half an hour. I want you to change. To wear something more conducive to an evening in."

I listened, thinking, "cool, sweats and a T-shirt." But what I said was "Change, Miss? Did you have something in mind?"

Katherine smiled. "Actually, I do, Candy. Go into the Bradburn's bag you brought in and pull out the white box."

I did as ordered and got the white box. "Open it," she said.

I took the lid off of the box and moved the tissue paper out of the way. . . .



K's Candy Ch. 007



Part 7: Saturday Night

I looked in the box, or started to, I should say, when Katherine stopped me.

"Strip first, Candy."

I blushed a little and said "yes, Miss." It's not like she hadn't already seen me naked, it was just . . . well, stripping in the living room wasn't something I'd normally do in front of anyone. 

I slipped the sneakers off, wiggled out of the skirt and peeled off the top, eyes trying to look at her for permission to open the box without really looking at her. I could feel the blush all over.

I could feel Katherine's eyes on me, roaming over my body. "Mmmm you do have a wonderful body, Candy." Open the box and get dressed now."

I bit my lip, beet-red, moved the tissue paper away, and looked in the box.

I sort of half-gasped, I think. I'm not what I was expecting, but it wasn't the very short black silk robe and black thigh-high stockings that were in there. I heard Katherine's laugh . . . "catching flies, Candy?"

I realized my mouth was frozen open and closed it, gulping. "Errrmm.. .no, Miss."

"Get dressed."

I pulled the robe out and slipped into it, tying the sash around my waist. I looked down and gasped all over again. "Short" was an understatement. I sat down on the arm of a chair as gingerly as I could to put on the stockings, feeling the robe exposing me a bit. Instinctively I pulled my legs closer together.

Katherine chuckled. "You'll get used to it, Candy, don't worry."

I gulped again. "Get used to it?" That didn't sound good.

I picked up the stockings and carefully put them on. They did feel nice on my skin, and the feeling of the silk robe was wonderful, but I couldn't really concentrate on anything other than my complete embarrassment.

I got the stockings on and stood up, looking down. I felt Katherine's eyes moving over me again.

"Mmm very nice. One more thing. Get the shoe box out of the black bag there." 

I went over to the bag and awkwardly leaned down, trying to get the box out with completely exposing myself. I heard Katherine giggle. "There's lots to get used to, Candy."

I got the box out and stood. I lifted the lid off and looked in side to see a pair of black patent-leather open-toed sling backs, with heels at least 5" high, maybe 6". I was efficient at being in heels, but, yikes . . . 

But this was obviously what I was going to be wearing tonight. I set the heels down on the floor and slipped my feet into them, immediately feeling the angle of my body change, the tightness in my calves, the way my chest was involuntarily forced forward a bit.

"Come stand in front of me, Candy,"

I walked over to her, a tiny bit wobbly as I tried to adjust to the fearsome heels. Katherine looked me up and down again.

"Nice. Just a few adjustments."

She undid the sash, and I whimpered softly as the robe fell open. She smiled and adjusted the robe a bit, creating a deeper V at the neckline, then re-tied the sash. "Turn around."

I turned, and she adjusted the seams of the stockings. "Perfect now."

I turned back to face her and she nodded towards the floor, subtly. I caught her eyes and slipped carefully down to my knees, thinking idly that kneeling wasn't necessarily the worst option right at this moment. I looked down and blushed again, seeing how the bottom of the short robe didn't even reach the stocking-tops.

Katherine lifted my chin. Her gaze froze me a second.

"I like you like this, Candy. Totally accessible, everything about you . . . offering yourself. But at the same time . . . the hint of mystery."

She laughed. "OK, a very small hint of mystery, I grant you."

I laughed nervously.

"It will take a little time for you to feel comfy like this, I know."

I stammered a bit. "Yes, Miss . . . I . . . feel like . . . a slut, dressed like this, and I'm, well . . . not a slut."

She laughed and brushed her finger across my lips. "Well, a week ago you weren't a lesbian, either."

Her laugh made me shiver, but I could hardly argue with her logic.

Katherine settled back on the couch and nudged my legs wider apart with her foot. I spread a bit wider, and had the feeling that a deep blush was going to be my normal coloring for a while.

"I'm so hungry. I wish that pizza would get here."

My eyes grew wide . . . I had forgotten about the fact that pizza was coming. My mind started to reel a bit, when the doorbell rang.

"Oooooooo goody. There it is." Katherine handed me a few dollars. "Go get the pizza and give the guy his tip, Candy."

I swallowed hard as I rose to my feet. It was one thing to be dressed like this in the private company of someone you've been intimate with, but to answer the door like this? My heart was racing.

I think I wobbled and wiggled in the heels more than I otherwise would have. I was flushing, face on fire. I stopped at the door and reached for the knob, dying inside, hearing Katherine's voice behind me . . . "mmmmmmmm nice wiggle."

I took a deep breath and opened the door. The young man delivering the pizza started to say "pizza" and then gasped, wide-eyed.

I had to look down. The guy didn't even pretend to not ogle me . . . looking me over a long moment, before finally stammering . . . "uhh . . . nhhh . . . pizza. . . . "

I thought I would die on the spot from sheer humiliation. He handed me the pizzas, which I had to set down, so I could get the soda bottles from him. The whole time, which was maybe 20 seconds, felt like ten minutes, and I could see/feel him staring, taking in every inch of me. I shuddered, seeing his jeans starting to bulge. I gave him his tip, whimpered out a "thank you" and closed the door.

I leaned against the door, chest heaving. I finally lifted my eyes and saw Katherine sitting there, smiling a very satisfied smile at me across the room.

She could barely contain her glee. "You made his night, Candy. Probably his whole year." She giggled. "Now, get that stuff over here . . . I'm starving."

I nodded and got the soda and the pizzas and carried them to the table. My walk felt a bit more confident now in the killer heels . . . Katherine watched my every move with obvious appreciation.

I had to go back to the kitchen for plates and whatnot. As I walked, I felt an odd ripple of something very much like pleasure, as I felt the way the heels forced me to wiggle as I moved, just a little. 

I knelt down again but she told me to sit.

"Get comfy, Candy . . . enjoy your pizza."

I smiled and served her a slice and poured her soda. We idly chatted and semi-watched Project Runway as we ate.

I was hungrier than I'd realized. I wasn't used to expending quite so much energy on a Saturday, or having quite this much "stress." After a while the eating died down and the conversation picked up.

Katherine had me tell her everything about various aspects of my life. She asked me a million questions about my job . . . how long I'd been there, what I did, in detail, how I liked it, how I felt about my co-workers, bosses, etc. I didn't really like talking about it at first but as the conversation went on I began to get more at ease, and actually felt good letting someone else know the "whole" story, as it were. There were people I might've told some of it to, but no one person I'd told everything. It did feel good to share it, and Katherine was a natural interviewer (interrogator?); it was easy to talk to her, and her questions didn't feel like an invasion, the way someone else's might have.

Finances weren't excluded, either. How much I made, what I owned, what I had in the bank. Credit cards, car payments, personal outlook on money, spending habits, etc.

After work and money were completely finished, Katherine turned the topic to sex. She wanted to know my complete romantic/sexual history, starting with my first crush in junior high. This topic was a little more difficult to talk about, not because it was particularly traumatic or extensive, but simply because I was so unused to talking about it so openly and in so much detail. Plus, talking about while dressed in a slutty little robe, stockings, and fuck-me heels, was to say the least a novel experience.

Katherine urged me on gently from time to time, reminding me that this was totally within the bounds of our agreement and that she knew I wanted to be "good" and comply with the agreement to the best of my ability.

I let myself let go of thoughts of wishing I hadn't "agreed" and just . . . talked. About every guy, every incident, everything I could remember. Katherine's questions and her way of asking them, pulled it out of me – every fantasy, how often I masturbate, how I masturbate, what things I'd done, what things I thought about doing, what I "wouldn't" do, everything. Every name, practically every date. How each relationship ended, who ended it, how, and why.

We talked for hours. Or, I should say, I talked and she listened. She had a way of listening that let the other person know she was listening with her entire self, and remembering every detail. It was both comforting and disturbing, in equal measure.

Finally we seemed to be at the end of "Candy's Life Story." She looked down at me as sat there on the floor, and her expression softened a bit from the intent listener/questioner.

"Back up on your knees, Candy." She tossed a pillow on the floor and I knelt on it.

Her eyes swept over me and I felt that now-familiar tingling shiver. "You want to know why I dressed you like this tonight."

I stumbled for an answer, then finally just said "Yes, Miss."

She settled back on the couch. "Well, several reasons."

I listened as she listed them off with an academic precision and authoritative tone that gave me goosebumps.

"1. It's how I wanted you dressed. That, in and of itself, is all that matters and all you need to know or care about. But there's more I'll share with you tonight.

2. I listened carefully as you talked. It confirmed what I already knew, and felt, about you. Which is this:

3. You are, at heart, Candy, a slut. You've never allowed yourself to be that, to accept and feel it, because you've been taught all your life that it's wrong. But you are a slut . . . slut.

4. You needed to do something in obedience to me that wasn't quite so easy. Washing the cars, running a few errands and kneeling now and then were a little too easy. I wanted you to have to do something that would really press on you, to make you understand that my authority over you is essentially unlimited. And, to get you to realize, to feel . . . "

She paused a moment, as if to let my mind stop reeling from the "slut" comments.

She smiled. "That you like it."

I opened my mouth to protest that no, I most definitely didn't like it, not one bit. That I was massively uncomfortable, felt exposed and unnecessarily, frighteningly vulnerable, embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief, and . . . 

My mind wouldn't continue that train of thought, my mouth wouldn't give voice to those words. Because deep inside me, in a way that I didn't understand and didn't really appreciate, I had to admit that along with all those other feelings, I felt . . . sexy, desired, and strangely fulfilled, kneeling before her, dressed like this. I might in fact be a slut after all. Katherine in the short time I'd known her hadn't been wrong about a single thing.

I looked up at her and the only thing that came out of my mouth was "yes, Miss."

The look in her eyes told me that she knew, that she had known, and that my response was the only one she would hear; the only one possible. She undid the sash of her long robe and opened her legs. Her graceful fingers reached out and threaded through my hair. She pulled me to her, effortlessly, so naturally and easily. Something in me jumped, flew to her. My face was buried in her sex, and the same crackling shivers I got from the scent of her before raced through me again.

As before, she silently let me know that it was all about her, and her pleasure. She gently but firmly moved me around as I pleasured her, directing me, showing me exactly how to please her best. I was swimming in the feeling of doing that, feeling each instruction she conveyed to me, with her movements and her sounds, burn itself into my mind. 

I could feel that she knew exactly what I was feeling, although I don't know how. As the slow luxurious worship turned to rattling sharp passion, and finally explosive release, I felt her pressing every moment, every sensation of how it felt to serve her this way, deeply into me, and felt her dragging me down into that soft blackness, where she held me and kept me. I knew what she wanted given, and I needed to give it to her. She knew what I needed taken and she wanted to take it.

Her release finally subsided, and her grip in my hair eased, turned to a soft stroking of gentle fingers. I moaned softly, and lay my head on her thigh.

Her words tumbled down to me as I knelt and rested there, nestling in my quickly shutting-down mind.

"Mmmmmmmm . . . good slut. So good."

I kissed her thigh. My eyes closed and the words slipped past my lips in a whisper as sleep overtook me.

"Thank you, Miss." 



K's Candy Ch. 008



Part 8: Sunday

I woke up and rolled over, snuggling against Katherine. I didn't remember getting up from the couch the night before and moving to the bed. I was naked. Apparently I didn't remember undressing either.

Katherine began to stir. She turned and pulled me close again.

She whispered to me. "Good morning, slut. Get breakfast going. There is a fresh robe and stockings in another box in the Bradburn's bag. Same shoes as last night."

I nodded and got out of bed and headed out to the living room. Obviously the robe and heels wasn't just for Saturday night pizza parties.

I got dressed, wobbling a bit in the heels as I made my way into the kitchen. These shoes were so not made for first thing in the morning.

I made coffee and served Miss in bed. She was up and at the table by the time breakfast was ready. I served her, then brought mine, and we ate. I wondered if she was going to ask for the pad again to make another list.

Katherine looked at me. Her expression and tone were thoughtful. Her eyes seemed to be searching me for something.

Finally she spoke.

"I am wondering if you really need the week."

I looked at her. "Need the week, Miss?"

She reminded me about our agreement; that at the end of one week, it was over, or it would presumably continue in some as yet unspecified way.

I had, in less than 36 hours, actually forgotten about the 'one week' thing. I was marveling at that fact when Katherine broke the silence again.

"I was looking at you, and thinking about our time together so far. Everything's come very naturally to you. You have taken to my control very easily. We obviously get along. You please me wonderfully. I don't think a few extra days are going to change much of anything from either side, is it?

I wasn't sure what to say. Her logic as usual was unassailable. Thankfully she kept talking. I listened, mind starting to reel a bit.

"Also, to move forward requires a significant additional commitment on my part, in time, effort, and money. I am willing to make this commitment, but as with most things, I like to be able to proceed when I am ready to proceed. But of course I can't proceed without your consent to extend, and . . . revise, as it were, our agreement."

At least she had stopped on a question I was going to ask anyway.

"Miss, it would help me if you'd explain what that means, exactly, 'extend and revise.' "

She nodded. "I was just getting to that. Extend – means simply, you're mine. Not for a week, or a month, but indefinitely. Revise, is more of a technical difference – basically it means that technically, I can do anything I like with you. But in the end, either you trust me or you don't. Everything else is just window dressing."s

I started to protest that I did trust her. She smiled and stopped me.

"I know that this is all very sudden, Candy. Your mind, I'm sure is in a whirl. I've come into your life, and turned it upside down. It must feel like I'm pushing you towards some cliff. And in a way I am. The difference between us at this point is that you think you will fall off of the cliff, whereas I know that you can fly from the edge of that cliff."

She got up and leaned over to hug me tightly. "I'm talking in riddles, which isn't going to help. I'm sorry. You need the rest of the week to think about it. It's all right."

She went back to her chair and sat again. I closed my eyes, re-hearing every word she'd said in my mind. She was right – trust was the only true issue there was. I didn't know about flying, but I knew about falling off cliffs well enough. Nothing, no one, had ever made me feel the way I'd felt the past couple of days. Rightly or wrongly, I trusted that, because it wasn't just physical; in fact, the physical part was small and so far very limited. It felt "right" in a way that nothing had ever felt right before. Right in my body and in my mind.

I opened my eyes again and pushed the plate of half-eaten breakfast away a bit. My body stiffened and then relaxed as a calm certainty swept through me like a wave, then settled, nestled, in the center of me.

I got up from my chair and walked the couple of steps to her. I felt as though I were gliding. I stopped by her right side and sunk down to my knees. My voice was a whisper, but it was a strong, certain, whisper. Part of me was shocked that that voice could come out of me – so quiet, but so powerful.

"I don't need the rest of the week, Miss."

A bright smile crossed her face. She reached out and very gently lifted my chin a bit with her fingertips. Her eyes were sparkling, shining, in a way I hadn't ever seen before.

"You are sure, Candy? This is what you want? You must be very sure, because this decision is in a way the very last important decision you may make. To be mine is to be mine, totally. You must know what you are giving up, without knowing what you are gaining, up front. If you are sure, and we take this leap, this aspect of things never gets discussed again."

I suppose I should have been scared, listening to her, or had a million questions, or doubts, or second thoughts. But I didn't. My eyes held to hers, and my mind was clear. The words simply flowed past my lips. I knew what I was saying, and why, and knew that I wanted to say what I was saying, and that I meant it.

"I am sure, Miss."

She smiled again, and I think I fell in love with her, if I wasn't already, at that moment. Something in her smile, her whole being, was so perfect, so total. I wanted to fall to her, to fall into her. I loved her. I wanted to be hers. I didn't know how, or why, but I needed to be hers, too.

She leaned forward and kissed me softly, whispering "mmmmmmmm . . . I am so happy, slut. I can't express how happy, in words, really. I am so glad you've made this choice."

I tingled from her kiss, and softly moaned. "Thank you, Miss."

She smiled contentedly a moment, then pulled back from the table. "Candy, I need some time to myself today to get certain things in order. So, I want you to enjoy the day while I'm busy. Go and change into something comfortable and get ready to go out."

I stood up, a little surprised. "Yes, Miss," I said and went into my bedroom, stripped, and headed for the shower, mind racing and heart fluttering from what had just transpired.

I showered and dressed and put on a little makeup. Katherine was still sitting at the table, reaching into her purse as I returned.

She handed me five $100 bills. "I want you to go and have a good time today, Candy. Treat yourself to a fancy lunch; spend the money however you want on whatever you want. Blow the whole $500 on fancy chocolates, I don't care. Just do exactly what you want and make sure you don't come home before 8:00 tonight, but be sure to come home before midnight."

She hugged me tight then urged me towards the door. A little in shock I stumbled along, grabbed my purse and keys, stuffed the $500 in my purse, and headed out.

I got in the car and drove. Honestly, out was the last place I wanted to be. I wanted to be there, with her, not off on my own. I laughed as I wondered where I'd go, what I'd do all day and into the night. The $500 at least was a nice consolation.

I drove aimlessly, totally at a loss. I could go the multiplex and watch movies continuously until it was time to go home (and gorge myself on exorbitant movie-theater concessions). But, thinking more on it, that wasn't something I really wanted to do, and it was important to obey her wishes. And really, in this case, obeying should be very easy and fun.

I found myself coming into the downtown area when my eye caught a sign, and it hit me. Yes!

I pulled into the parking lot of the Langdon Hotel and walked in, smiling as I moved through the beautiful lobby. I'd always wanted to stay here, but the Langdon wasn't the kind of place I could typically afford.

They always had available rooms on the weekends. I asked a few questions, and settled on a nice room. I took the key, found the elevators, and walked down the hall to 1433. I slipped the key card into the slot, and walked inside.

I took in the beautiful room for a moment, then walked out to the terrace. From the 14th floor I had a commanding view of the city. I turned and flopped back backwards on the bed, and wiggled. Soooooo comfy! I loved my brainstorm already.

So this was my "anything I want" day. And I had a marvelous time doing exactly that, without having to worry about what it cost, or cleaning up, or making the bed, etc. I raided the mini-bar, laughing as I bit into a Milky Way bar that probably cost $8.50. I took a long bubble bath. I napped. Masturbated. Twice. I had room service for lunch. I napped again. I rented movies, even a porno that well, was more ridiculous than erotic, but I didn't care. The day stretched and moved at a gloriously slow pace. I lounged around in the wonderful hotel robe; I was having a marvelous time, with myself, for myself. I thought about nothing except what was going to make me feel the best, next. And then I did it.

I looked at the clock as I was perusing the room service menu for dinner, idly speculating about lobster vs. filet mignon. 5:32. I smiled and sighed, feeling a split in myself. A part of me wanted this day never to end while another part couldn't wait to get home. I settled on the filet, called and ordered My dinner, and slipped back into my clothes, feeling more comfortable and strangely more confident, more good about myself than I'd felt in a long time.

I went down to the lobby shop and picked up Cosmo and Elle and People. I got back, over tipped the waiter when dinner arrived, and savored a wonderful meal, half-reading the magazines, half-watching "Next" on MTV.

It was one of those times when one is stuffed, but just knows that dessert will be no problem. I called room service back and eagerly dove into the hot fudge sundae they brought.

I polished off the sundae, pushed the cart away, and relaxed on the bed a bit longer, surveying the wonderful mess around me, the results of me "anything I want" day. I felt so good, so relaxed.

I watched a bit more TV, and read some more, hitting the mini-bar one last time for a Diet Coke. I glanced over at the clock. It was 9:00PM. I felt ready to leave.

I checked out and walked out into the pleasant night air. Everything felt so perfect. I got back in the car and took the long way home, giving myself the extra time to let everything settle in, to let the way I felt and the memories of this day sink deeply into me.

I pulled into the driveway a little before 10. I walked into the house, full of wonder, of course, but calm, even serene.

Katherine was watching TV in bed when I got home. She called out to me, and I went into her room.

"Did you follow my instructions and have a wonderful fun day for yourself, slut?"

I smiled, and told her yes, and started to tell her about it. She stopped me.

"Shhhhhh, Candy. I don't want to know about it. Whatever you did today, was for you, totally and only for you. I want you to have and hold the memory of today near and dear to your heart. No diluting it by repeating it to me or to anyone else. Today was yours."

She smiled. "And tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after that, are mine."

I tingled and shivered at her words. Her eyes drew me in, yet held me at bay at the same time. I was lost, swimming in the way they sparkled.

Her voice brought me back to the here and now. "Now, I want you to go to bed, and sleep really well. Everything is in readiness; we have a long day tomorrow. I want you here with me in my bed tonight, but for the sake of maximum productivity tomorrow, I want us both as well-rested as possible."

She smiled that captivating smile. I inhaled sharply, smiled, said "yes, Miss, sweet dreams," and left her room, going to mine. I undressed quickly, suddenly exhausted, as if her words had somehow planted that feeling in me, and fell into bed. My mind raced a little, thinking about tomorrow, but I couldn't sustain it and sleep overtook me. 



K's Candy Ch. 009



Part 9 The True Beginning

I woke up, feeling very well-rested. I rolled over and looked at the clock; a little before 8. Dimly I started to recall that it was Monday, the last day of the long weekend. Normally that thought would consume me with a vague sort of depression at having to go back to work after three days off. Today it was a non-factor. As my wakefulness increased, so did my sense of excitement and nervousness. What had I actually agreed to yesterday morning? What would this day hold?

I got up and threw on a robe, intending to go into Katherine's room and see how I should be dressed, what she wanted for breakfast, etc. I was surprised to see her sitting at the dining room table, dressed, seemingly ready to go, eating McDonald's breakfast and drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup. She smiled at me brightly.

"Come on, your Egg McMuffin will get cold." I sort of stumbled over to the table and sat down, stunned. I unwrapped the McMuffin and fixed my coffee. She continued.

"We have a busy morning, then a long drive. I didn't want to waste time with cooking and cleaning up. So let's enjoy this, quickly, so we can get going. You like Egg McMuffins, I hope?"

I nodded as I munched. I loved Egg McMuffins. And while I wanted to enjoy the treat of not having to cook and clean up, I couldn't really focus on that, as my nervousness and excitement were piqued by her references to "busy morning" and "long drive."

We finished up and I threw away the trash and quickly cleaned the table. Katherine watched me in silence. When I was done, she reached out and grabbed my wrist lightly. Her eyes looked up at me, with that same sparkling shine I'd seen before.

"Go and shower, Candy. Don't linger, but don't rush, either. Return to me naked."

"Yes, Miss," I said, and scurried to my room, realizing my heart was thumping as I moved. I got naked and started the water running.

I've never felt so strange in the shower. I was trying to heed her admonition to not linger, but not to rush, either, but it seemed and felt like I was doing one, then doing the other. Finally I settled into simply telling myself to get clean, and enjoy the act of getting clean. That seemed to make the pace right.

I walked back out into the living room, naked, still unable to not blush a little bit. Katherine took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She let go of my hand.

"Lay down on your back, Candy."

I complied and Katherine had me arch up, and put a pillow under me. Then she moved around the bed and spread my arms and legs out and bound me spread-eagle to the bed. As before, the bondage was not uncomfortably tight but at the same time totally secure and inescapable. I tugged and wiggled, unconsciously. Katherine smiled, watching me, then sat down next to me on the bed. I looked up at her, heart still racing, trying to breathe normally and focus. The feeling of helplessness was secondary to a strange feeling of security, and that realization made me even more on edge.

Katherine leaned over and ran a hand through my hair, her eyes looking deeply into mine. Her voice was so soft, but so powerful, that goosebumps erupted all over my bound body.

"Today, now, is the beginning. The true beginning. You are mine now. Shortly, we will formalize that in a tangible way."

She got up from the bed. "First, I need to prepare you, though. It won't take long." She turned and left the room.

I watched her go, tugging more, suddenly short of breath. The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability took over everything else for a moment. "Prepare me?" What exactly had I gotten myself into?

Something in me compelled me to take a deep breath. My thoughts scrambled, drifted. I dismissed the fear. I had a knowledge that everything was all right, although I had no way of expressing how I could know that. But I did know.

Katherine soon returned and my eyes went a little wide as she set a bowl of water, an empty bowl, towels, scissors, a straight razor, and shaving cream on the nightstand. She sat on the bed again, smiling.

"I want you smooth for me, slut. Because I like it that way, and because this is the first tangible thing that I take from you, the first thing that up until now has 'belonged' to you. Now, breathe, and relax. I'm good at this, and it won't take long.

She picked up the scissors and began cutting away what pubic hair of mine that she could. I'd always kept it pretty well trimmed. Going "bald" there was going to be a new experience, obviously the first of many.

She worked quickly with the scissors. When she couldn't cut any more away, she wet a towel with the warm water and thoroughly wiped me down with it. I wiggled in the ropes and moaned a bit at the touch there. 

Katherine laughed, watching and hearing me. "Hey, this is grooming, slut, not playtime!" I laughed too; her tone was playful, relaxed.

She put the damp cloth in a separate bowl, and generously applied it to me. I struggled to be still and breathe normally . . . I could feel the warm tingles all over.

She smiled a bit wickedly and picked up the straight razor. The blade glinted a moment in the light and I unconsciously held my breath a moment. I closed my eyes as the blade moved down.

Gradually I relaxed. The soft scraping sounds of the blade, the little pauses as she rinsed the blade off, the subtle rhythm of her motions, all combined to allow me to let go, to sink into the feeling that she was indeed taking something from me. Something she wanted; something she now owned.

Seemingly before I knew it she was done. I felt the warm wet towel on me again as she cleaned me up. I blushed wildly as she leaned down very close and inspected her work in great detail. It seemed to take forever, although it couldn't have been more than 30-45 seconds. 

Finally, she moved upright again, running fingers along either side of my slit. My mouth opened soundlessly in a stifled moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmm smooth, and perfect. Now you're ready."

I tugged at the ropes, thinking I was "ready" already. I let out a little nervous laugh.

She moved around the bed again and untied me. She helped me sit up on the bed and took be by the shoulders, looking into my eyes.

"Go into the living room, slut, and kneel facing the couch. I'll be there in a moment."

I nodded and went out into the living room, feeling the odd sensation of the air moving over my now-shaved sex. I folded down to my knees in front of the couch. 

Again, time seemed to slow down, to drag. I felt as though I was kneeling there a very long time. I realized at one point that I could see a clock from where I knelt.

Three minutes passed. Seven. I was beginning to regret not having thought to kneel on a pillow, but didn't dare risk moving now to get one.

Eleven minutes. Finally I saw Katherine reappear. She sat down on the couch, right in front of where I was kneeling. She set a small box down on the couch beside her.

She looked me up and down and the blush began to cover me again instantly. She leaned forward and adjusted my kneeling posture, making me spread my knees wider, putting my shoulders farther back, and forcing me to arch out more towards her. My body moved to her silent commands; I felt the posture enforce, impress itself in my mind, the strain of holding it amplifying the process.

She sat up straight and looked down into my eyes.

"Many would have a very elaborate ceremony at this point. I am not a big fan of them. While the occasion is both solemn, and happy, I don't feel the need to overload it with a lot of words and ritual. Although I do have a few words."

She lifted the lid off of the box; I still couldn't really see what was inside. "Lift your hair up and hold it out of the way, Candy."

I did as ordered, heart thumping hard in my chest. Instinctively I lifted my chin.

She pulled a plain dark brown leather collar from the box, perhaps an inch wide, with a simple ring in front. She leaned forward and wrapped it around my neck, sliding the free end into the other end in the back. I swallowed hard as she pulled it tighter until it was definitely snug, but not interfering with my breathing. But definitely there. 

She then pulled a small shiny silver-colored padlock from the box. My eyes grew wider as she reached around behind to the back of the collar and slipped the lock in place. She leaned back enough for me to see her eyes, her right hand's fingers still holding the lock.

Her eyes blazed with a passion and a power I'd never seen before. Her voice, an urgent whisper, matched that passion and power.

"I have not locked this lock yet, slut. Before I do, I will say those few words I referred to a minute ago."

I nodded silently, lost in her eyes, the sound of her voice, the welling power and intimacy of the moment that seemed to grow with every passing second.

"This collar is the outward symbol of my ownership, my control, of you. And it is the outward symbol of your submission, your devotion, your absolute willingness to please and obey. Honor this collar and it will take you places you can't imagine. If you are open to the love, the power, the ultimate freedom that this collar represents, your life will be full, overflowing, always, with magical feelings."

She paused a moment. My head was swimming, swirling as each word she uttered forced itself deep inside me.

"I love you, slut."

I moaned involuntarily, hearing her words.

"Now, you may say anything you like, before I lock this lock."

I suppose I should've had a million things to say, to ask. Words should have poured out of me. But nothing came out but "I love you too, Miss."

She smiled brightly and suddenly snapped the lock shut in her fingers. The CLICK shot through me like a bolt of lightning. She grasped me by the shoulders and whispered in my ear, one word:

"Mine."

A shiver ran through me.

She sat back again. Now, slut. Two little items. First, I am "Mistress" now. Second, when you wish to express your thanks to me, for something significant, you are to lean down and kiss my feet."

I listened, feeling the collar snug around my neck. My body sort of melted down in a graceful bend and my lips pressed to her shoes. "Thank you, Mistress," I murmured. How could this feel so natural, so suddenly?

I heard her voice float down to me. "You're welcome, slut. Kneel up again."

I raised back up, feeling strangely elated . . . almost bursting. Katherine hugged me tightly. "I'm so happy, slut, and I know you are, too. I feel it."

I started to pour out all the words built up inside me, about how happy I truly was, how enthralled I was with her, how much I adored her, but she stopped me.

"It's all right, slut. We have lots to do, and there is time to talk on the drive. And I do want to celebrate your being mine, and we will. Later on." She stood up and took my hand.

"Come with me. Let's get you dressed and get on with our day."



K's Candy Ch. 010



Part 10: Out with the Old

Katherine led me into my room, and went through my clothes, selecting a t-shirt, a little denim skirt, ankle socks and sneakers for me. I watched, a bit surprised; I suppose I'd been expecting something more like the robe and heels outfit.

I got dressed, looking in the mirror. My hand went to my neck, touching the collar, inhaling softly. The sight of it there brought home to me events of this morning all over again.

Mistress smiled at my reaction. She took me by the shoulders and turned me around. "OK, now we have to get moving. There is a bundle of flattened boxes in the garage. Go get them and bring them here."

I went out to the garage, puzzled, and found the bundle. I picked it up and brought it back in. Mistress was waiting, tape gun and scissors in hand.

I set the bundle down and Mistress cut the bundle open, and we started making boxes. When we'd put about twelve of them together, she stopped me.

"OK, that should be enough."

She moved around the room, opening drawers and closets.

"Every item of clothing you own, slut. Into these boxes."

I gasped and looked at her. She reached over and tugged my collar; I gasped louder.

"Question, slut?"

I stammered, feeling her tight grip on the collar. "Unhhhhhhh . . . all my clothes, Mistress?"

She nodded. "Yes, love. Every single thing. I will provide anything and everything you need to wear from now on." 

She let go, and I went about the process of putting all my clothes into the boxes. I almost cried a couple of times as I picked up favorite items and put them in. Mistress helped, laughing as she emptied the contents of my panty drawer into a box. 

I was trembling a bit as we finished, seeing every stitch of clothing I owned boxed up. Mistress taped the boxes closed and had me follow her as we carried them outside and put them on the porch. She took a neatly labeled sign that read "GOODWILL" and taped it to the stacked boxes. We went back inside and returned to my room.

"All right. Now, strip the bed, and put all the bedclothes and pillows into boxes."

I nodded and just went about doing it, a little numb. I didn't understand, but didn't feel like asking. It was better to just do, at this point. And I soon felt the process of getting an order and carrying it out bringing about that strange calm in me again.

Katherine had me get all my spare sheets and pillowcases, blankets, and the like and put those in boxes too. She sealed the boxes up and we added them to the Goodwill pile.

She smiled. "Almost done."

We went back into my room and disassembled the bed. That, and all the furniture from my room we moved out into the driveway in front of the garage (with some effort), arranging it neatly. Mistress applied another GOODWILL sign to it.

She looked at her watch as we went back inside. She handed me a small overnight bag and had me put my toothbrush, makeup, and so forth in it.

"OK, you're all packed!" She giggled a bit.

"Let's go. My bag is packed and in the car already."

We went to her car and got in. She pulled away from the house. My mind was buzzing with a thousand questions; thankfully she started talking before I had a chance to wonder if I should start asking them.

She pulled onto the highway, headed north, as she relaxed behind the wheel and spoke.

"I am having some construction done on the house. It will take about two weeks, so we needed to be out of there for a while. I own a house on Copper Beech Lake. We'll stay there while the construction is going on."

I'd heard of Copper Beech Lake. It was about 250 miles away, up north, in the mountains. I'd never been there but had been told it was beautiful; the houses on the lake were known as getaways for the affluent.

Katherine's explanation raised many more questions than it answered. Construction on the house? Two weeks? Didn't we have to go to work tomorrow? At the distance away we'd be, we certainly wouldn't be commuting.

She looked at me a moment, smiling amiably. "Ah, but you've got more questions now."

I nodded slowly. 

"The construction. Well, I want the house to be a certain way." She looked at me again. "When you gave up control to me you gave up control of your physical surroundings too. But don't worry -- all the work will be first-rate and will if anything increase the value of the house."

"But you're even more concerned about the fact that you have to go to work tomorrow."

I nodded.

She tried to suppress her self-satisfied grin. "Well, actually, you don't have to go to work tomorrow. In fact you're never going back to that job." I looked at her, wide-eyed.

She kept her eyes on the road. "I had a doctor write them an e-mail, informing them that you require an extended leave of absence from your job. The details aren't important."

I harrumphed silently. The details weren't important to her, maybe. But I had found out that my house was being remodeled and that my job was gone, both without my knowing a thing in advance, without a word of discussion.

She seemed to read my feelings. Eyes still on the road, she said, "This is how it is, slut. You're owned now. Things that before you might have had a say in, you no longer do. But that collar around your neck not only means you obey, it means I look out for you, take care of you. Remember that, rely on that, and trust in that."

I listened and let her words help soothe me. I realized that I wasn't nearly as upset as I was trying to convince myself that I was. And, laughing to myself, I realized that a couple of weeks off from work at the minimum wasn't exactly a terrible deal.

I looked out the window as the scenery slowly got more rural. Mistress' voice broke the silence.

"Now, after we get back, I do have a new job lined up for you."

I turned to look at her as she continued.

"A good friend is the talent coordinator for a modeling agency. He needs a new assistant. It's a perfect job for you."

I listened, not convinced of how "perfect" this was going to be.

"It's a very dynamic, fast-paced place." I winced slightly. Dynamic and fast-paced wasn't my ideal environment. Dynamic and fast-paced meant pressured, political, with everyone hungry to advance. Not at all what I was looking for, or liked. Not to mention a modeling agency - who wanted to go to work and have to look at those 6-foot-tall gorgeous bitches all day?

I whispered. "That really doesn't sound like my kind of place, Mistress."

She laughed. "Nonsense. It's perfect. There's no chance of advancement. Your boss is looking for a hard-working, reasonably intelligent piece of eye candy. He's not bad to work for, but he tends to treat his assistants like submissives. You being in a collar won't draw any odd attention; in that place it will just look like an edgy fashion statement."

I gasped softly and touched my neck. I hadn't even thought about the locked collar, and going to work, or anywhere in public, wearing it.

She laughed again, hearing me. "So don't fret about it. There will be an interview of sorts shortly after we get back. But that's just so he can make sure you pass the attractiveness test. And you do, easily." I blushed.

"But we'll talk more about that another time. Our staying at the lake house until the construction is done will give you time to adjust to things, and give Me time to thoroughly enjoy you and teach you some more basics, and to get you more completely re-oriented to your new role, your new life." She smiled at me. "And make no mistake. It is a new life."

She went on. "Ever been to Copper Beech Lake? Or, 'The Beech' as my more pretentious fellow homeowners sometimes call it?"

"No, Mistress."

"You'll love it, Candy. It's beautiful. The house is gorgeous, and comfy. We're going to have a wonderful time."

I smiled, knowing that I would. Mistress obviously had wonderful taste, and valued the best in things. I fully expected the house and the lake to be spectacular.

"You're off from work for two weeks, Mistress?"

She nodded. "Well, theoretically, but I'll be doing a little work from the lake house. With a phone and my laptop there's not much I can't get done. That's helpful, since it allows me to extend our "vacation" should I want to. Your job is basically waiting for you whenever I tell my friend that you're ready to "interview," so there's no pressure to come back at any particular time."

I looked out the window. Gradually the road was rising; we were entering the foothills of the mountains. My eyes felt heavy. The gentle motion of the car slowly put me to sleep. 



K's Candy Ch. 011



Part 11 The Lake House 

When my eyes opened again Katherine was just pulling off of the highway. I blinked, feeling groggy. I'd been asleep for a couple of hours, at least. She looked over at me a moment as she stopped at the bottom of the exit ramp.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she giggled. I laughed too.

Katherine turned left onto Route 119. I looked out the window, taking in the surroundings, never having been up this way before. Route 119 rose further up into the mountains, winding around gently. The trees were a bit shorter and scrubbier than at sea level, with more evergreens. Sharp walls of rock where the road had been blasted out years ago were common.

Mid-afternoon was starting to give way to late afternoon; I rolled down a window. It was brilliantly sunny, but up here spring hadn't fully taken hold yet. The breeze that came through the open window had a definite chill to it. I shivered and rolled the window up again and sat back, enjoying the ride as we slowly rose, Katherine turning after 10 miles or so onto a road that went more steeply up for a while, then leveled out. Long meadows interrupted by occasional stands of mixed evergreen and hardwoods on either side of the road drank in the sun as we drove along. Then up gently again for a while . . . steep rocky slopes dropped quickly away from the sides of the road, and the trees were more closely spaced.

Gradually the road narrowed and flattened out. I could feel we were pretty high up; my ears popped a bit. Big glimpses of the mountain lake were visible in the distance, the water a rich blue on this bright day.

Katherine slowed the car as the road became very twisty and turned after a bit down a narrow lane that would've been easy to miss if one weren't looking for it. This "lane" went sharply downhill for a bit, then leveled out. I looked to my right and saw a house, nestled into the side of a hill and realized that this was in fact Katherine's driveway. The car came to a stop.

She turned off the car and smiled at me. "Mmmmmmmm we're here, finally, slut. I don't really mind the drive up here but it feels so good when it's over." I was going to agree then remembered I'd slept through half of it. I laughed sheepishly.

We got out of the car and I grabbed my little bag, and her slightly larger bag from the back. Katherine had me set the bags down and took my hand. "Come along," she said.

We walked across the lawn, obviously well-maintained. We stopped just before we reached the few feet of sandy shoreline, and then that blue expanse spread out, almost over our entire field of vision. The lake was huge. Katherine stood behind me, her arms around me, as I took in the beauty of it. My eyes moved around the edges of the lake, seeing the shoreline, ringed by hills, houses here and there dotting the landscape, some lower down, almost at the water level, others higher up with narrow wooden stairways leading down to the shore. I could see docks at every house, boats gently bobbing on the water here and there.

I let it all wash over me, luxuriating in her warm embrace, feeling the peace, the beauty, and the seclusion of the place settling in deeply. Mistress kissed my cheek and whispered "so beautiful, isn't it?" I could only close my eyes dreamily, feeling her lips and the sun on my face.

"Yessssss Mistress . . . amazingly so."

I felt as though I could stand there in her arms forever. Gently she let go of me.

"Come on, pet . . . let's get settled in. We have lots of time to enjoy the lake." I smiled, reminded that we were here for maybe two weeks. I followed her back to where we'd left the bags. I picked them up and we went to the door. Katherine let us in and we stepped inside.

I dropped the bags, mouth open, somewhat awestruck. The entry opened into the great room; rough-hewn beams crossing the high ceiling. A huge fireplace dominated one wall; the furntiture was warm, inviting, and obviously expensive. A mix of natural and modern. Designed, but not "decorated." The overall effect was enticing, enthralling . . . the place casually but definitely drew one in immediately upon entering.

Katherine showed me around the downstairs. The kitchen was huge and modern, with top of the line appliances. I felt as though I were looking through the pages of a magazine. 



She opened her purse. "This is as good a time as any." She pulled a leash from her purse and snapped it to the ring on my collar. The sound stuck in my mind like a fencepost. My eyes traveled up the length of the leash to her hand, where she held the handle end. That weird feeling, that this was perfect, correct, and natural, swept over me. I was about to swim in the feeling when a tug on the leash pulled me out of it.

"Come along, slut." She led me up the stairs. I watched her as I followed at the end of her leash, seeing how natural she looked holding it, the confident calm way she moved. 

She showed me the upstairs, then more of the downstairs . . . her room, the guest rooms, the location of the washer and dryer were, etc., but I was more focused on how it felt to be led around on a leash by her. There was nothing overtly sexual about it; in fact there was nothing sexual going on at all, and yet I found myself wet, throbbing, tingling.

Katherine either didn't notice my reaction or more likely did notice but wasn't paying any attention to it. She conducted a very thorough tour of the house; that she was leading me on her leash while she did so seemed to just be a fact in the background, something that was there but of no particular significance to the tour itself. And that realization made me even more excited.

Katherine moved to the sliding doors in the back and slid one open, leading me out onto the large deck. I shivered, a little from the chilly breeze off of the lake, but more from being outdoors on her leash. Even though rationally I knew that there was no one around, and that the nearest house was hundreds of yards away, I still felt incredibly exposed. I could feel the heat on my face as I turned beet-red.

Mistress continued with the tour of the grounds in her casual, unhurried, totally natural fashion. The deck was huge, and overlooked not only the lake but the spacious yard as well. Mistress led me down the stairs and into the yard. I was a little surprised, but quite pleasantly so, as we turned to our right and saw a large swimming pool and a hot tub. Mistress laughed. "That lake's too cold for swimming nine and a half months out of twelve."

We moved around the yard, then down to the boat dock. A new and expensive-looking speedboat was moored there. The sound of the water gently lapping against the hull was nearly hypnotic. Mistress tugged the leash and we moved back towards the house.

She led me back up the stairs and inside again. We both were shivering a bit from the short walk outside in the late-afternoon chill. I looked out the big windows – the ball of the sun was close to sinking into the now dark-blue lake.

I felt her unhooking the leash from my collar. She gestured towards the fireplace. "Get a fire going, slut." She walked over to the little bar area and started to fix herself a drink.

I knelt by the big fireplace, grateful that the wood-holder was well-stocked with kindling and logs. I assembled the kindling, then some smaller logs, and lit the fire with a long fireplace match. I smiled, feeling the sudden warmth on my face and chest. It caught easily, and I added some bigger logs. I watched it a minute more, then stood up again, satisfied that we had a good fire going.

Mistress sipped her drink, smiling with approval. "Mmmmmm . . . good girl. Now, just outside the front door there is a large storage box. Take this key, open it up, and bring the contents in here."

I took the key, feeling that familiar surge I felt when she said "good girl," and went outside. I unlocked the storage box and found a number of packages inside, obviously shipped from various places. It took me three trips to get them all inside, piling them in front of where Mistress was sitting.

She looked at me. I was feeling very warm now. The fire was starting to really pick up in intensity, in addition to the heat being on. "Take off everything you have on, slut."

I nodded and immediately stripped. Her commands were already like second nature to me. My clothes lay in a pile on the floor next to me.

She looked me up and down a long moment, eyes obviously savoring the sight of me. Standing there, clad only the in collar she had locked on me, feeling her eyes simply, silently surveying what she owned, for as long as she liked, made a chill go up my spine, despite the warmth of the room. Finally she spoke.

"Take all of your clothes and toss them into the fire, slut, except for the sneakers. Put those outside the front door."



After packing up every piece of clothing I owned to be given away, burning these last few items didn't seem like much of a hardship. I went to the fire and tossed my clothes in, wrinkling my nose a bit at the odd smell they made as they burned. I took the sneakers and quickly opened the front door, set them outside, and closed the door again, scurrying back to her. She watched me, then inclined her head. I understood the silent command to kneel, and did so.

Mistress had me hand each box up to her. She opened each one, handing me excess wrapping to be burned and neatly set each box down on the other side of her. I couldn't really see what was in the boxes. My curiosity was overflowing, but I steadied myself by focusing on the procedure. Hand her a box. Receive boxes and paper to be burned. Go and burn them. Return. Hand her another box.

Eventually all the boxes were opened and stacked. She smiled down at me. 

"Now, obviously I have to replace your wardrobe. This is a start. After we get back home we'll have an extensive shopping trip. But for now, we're ok."

I looked at the stacks of boxes and wondered what "extensive" would entail. I was idly speculating about how on earth Mistress came to have money she obviously had when her voice pulled me back to the here and now.

"Stand up." She stood up as well.

She went over and pulled something out of one of the boxes.

"First is the basic around the house outfit. This is what you will wear when you're home unless I've given other instructions, regardless of whether I'm home or not." I nodded, listening.

She moved in front of me, and wrapped a black silk bustier around me, tugging and adjusting it, closing the clasps lightly so that she could pull it up a bit under my breasts more. I looked down, feeling how it thrust my bare breasts upward, and felt the dangling garters lightly tickling my thighs and bottom. 

She looked in my eyes and began making the closures tighter. Involuntarily I sucked in a bit, but the tightness, while noticeable, wasn't excruciating. She finished closing it up and stood in front of me.

"As you can see, it closes in the front so you'll have no problem getting dressed in the mornings." I giggled at the word "dressed," since I was of course totally exposed. She laughed a little too.

She pointed to a chair. "Sit on the arm of that chair and put these on." She carefully handed me a pair of black silk stockings. I sat down and put them on, moaning softly at the feel of silk on me legs. She watched me a moment then went looking for another box. I fumbled a moment attaching the garters but soon enough got everything in order.

"Stand."

I stood, and Mistress placed a pair of black patent stilettos on the floor. Carefully I stepped into the 5" heels, feeling the instant change in posture and elevation.

She stepped back, admiring me. "Mmmmm nice. Your regulation around-the house outfit. Oh, almost forgot. She reached for another box and pulled out a black silk short-short robe, like the one I'd worn at home.

She walked over and hung in on a peg by the front door. "This is only for when you might need to answer the door." She giggled and walked back to me. I blushed wildly, understanding her meaning and remembering the pizza guy's reaction last week.

"But one thing is still a bit off." She seemed genuinely puzzled for a moment, then her face lit up with realization. "Of course!"

She found the box she was looking for after a moment and pulled a long leather case from it. She opened it and showed me the contents.

My eyes went a bit wide as I looked in the case and saw a neat row of collars, in practically every conceivable color and material arrayed there. She moved behind me as she spoke.

"One does have to be color coordinated." She laughed and unlocked the lock on my collar, taking the brown one off. I took a deep breath, instantly missing the feeling of the collar around my neck. She picked up a black on from the case and snugly put it on me, and locked it again. Her voice whispered in my ear. "And this way, we both get to enjoy that wonderful sound of the lock locking over and over again." I moaned softly, her voice and the sound of the closing lock making my cunt gush again.

Mistress stepped back to admire me. "Now, that's perfect." She turned me by the shoulders to where I could see myself in a mirror. It was difficult to hold my eyes to the mirror; Katherine tipped my chin up a little, gently forcing me to see myself dressed like this. She leaned in close and kissed my earlobe softly, whispering "my slut, so sexy and so accessible to me."

I found myself trying to snuggle and grind against her. "Yes, Mistress," I practically purred.

Mistress stood up straight and tugged my collar. "Feed the fire, slut, then we'll see about getting some dinner."

I had to laugh to myself . . . my "fire" was already "fed" to the point that I was having trouble concentrating. I wiggled my way over to the fireplace, and went slowly about adding logs to the fire. The silk stockings made me very conscious about doing anything that might create a run in them.

I turned to her after I was done. She was considering our dinner options.

"Well, the market in town will be closed by now. And as you can guess, no one delivers out this way." She laughed. "There's no time to defrost and cook anything, so . . . hmmmmmmmmmm . . . "

I joined her in the kitchen, hearing my heels click as the floor surface changed.

She opened the cupboard. "We'll go into town tomorrow and stock up at the market, as for now, it's peanut butter on Ritz crackers for me, and . . . "

She looked at me in the bustier, stockings, and heels. "And Lean Cuisine for you." She laughed, looking me up and down in my outfit. "You'll thank me later, slut."

Mistress opened the freezer. "Asian Glazed Chicken or Swedish Meatballs?" I thought it over a moment and opted for the chicken. She handed it to me and I got it out of the box and put it in the microwave. Mistress went into the fridge and produced a couple of Diet Cokes, smiling triumphantly. I smiled, watching her, as I waited for my dinner to be done microwaving.

She leaned over and tugged my collar affectionately, then walked out into the great room, toting her Ritz and peanut butter. I smiled and went back to watching the microwave, and had one of those little moments one has in life, when one realizes that everything is completely crazy, yet at the same time perfect. That one can't articulate or explain how it's so perfect doesn't diminish the perfection at all. 

The microwave beeped. I got my dinner ready and grabbed my soda, smiling to her as I moved across the room, feeling it again. 

Everything is crazy. Everything is perfect.



K's Candy Ch. 012



Part 12: First Night at the Lake House 

We ate dinner as dusk slowly tuned to darkness. The sun seemed to splash into the lake; the western sky came alive with soft fingers of crimson and tangerine, then slowly began submitting to the approaching night.

Mistress flipped on the TV as she disinterestedly spread peanut butter on Ritz crackers. I watched her as I ate my Lean Cuisine chicken; that look on her face, what was it? Boredom? Impatience? Annoyance? I couldn't tell. Maybe she simply wasn't hungry; personally I was famished – My dinner was gone in no time.

She looked over as I rose to take my plate away. "Take mine, too, slut," she said, impassively. I nodded my acknowledgement and gathered everything up and moved to the kitchen, feeling a strange sense of uneasiness. Mistress seemed not to be in a good mood and I felt unsure as to how exactly to proceed. I didn't want to make things worse but at the same time I didn't want her to think that I either didn't notice her mood or worse didn't care about it. For the moment I decided to say as little as possible and focus on doing everything correctly and efficiently. I cleaned up the dinner mess, took a look around the kitchen to make everything was clean and in order, and walked back out into the living room.

It was fully dark now; the fire seemed larger, brighter, in contrast. I walked over to the couch with the intent of grabbing a pillow and kneeling on it. Mistress grabbed my wrist gently, but with a strength that surprised me. Her eyes pressed on mine, steely-blue.

"Down on all fours, slut." She made a subtle sideways movement with her head to indicate the spot and let go of my wrist.

"Yes, Mistress," I murmured and moved to where she had indicated, moving down to all fours, taking a deep breath and feeling the snugness of the bustier as I did so.

I held still there as Mistress got up and walked over to a closet, retrieving a black utility bag and returning to where I was, dropping it to the side of me with a soft clatter. I felt myself sucking in another breath, a little shorter then before.

She crouched down to the side of me and ran her hand over my bottom. Her words added to the tingle I felt from her touch.

"You've got me all excited with your sexy outfit, slut." Her soft laugh made goosebumps explode along my arms.

I heard soft noises, and realized that she was going through the bag. "Open your mouth, Candy."

I did as ordered looked down, watching her slide a good-sized black cock gag into my mouth. In a moment my mouth was filled with it, and I heard the sound as Mistress buckled it securely behind my head. I grunted softly and breathed deep as I could through my nose, trying to adjust to the gag filling my mouth.

"Good girl," I heard her say. The next thing I felt was everything going black as she wrapped a heavy blindfold around my head and secured it.

I had a momentary flash of fear; Being blindfolded and unable to speak gave me feeling of helplessness I'd never experienced before, even when bound. I wiggled nervously a bit. Mistress' voice clamed me down a bit as it popped into my darkness.

"It's all right, slut. Breathe as best you can and relax."

I nodded a bit and took her words to heart, taking a deep breath in through my nose and letting the sound of her voice settle me some.

More soft sounds filtered to me in the darkness; I felt Mistress' foot pressing against the inside of my right knee. "Wider for me, slut. Then lower your forehead to the floor."

I started to say "Yes Mistress" but all that came out was some muffled sounds. I worked my knees out wider and slowly pressed my head down until my forehead was touching the floor. I felt my ass rising up.  

"Good girl. Breathe deep now."

I took the best breath I could and the next thing I felt was a cold sensation on my ass. That was quickly followed by pressure, and I gasped around the gag realizing that Mistress was inserting something into my ass. I stiffened involuntarily; her voice broke through as the pressure increased.

"Breathe, slut, relax. This plug isn't that big – you can handle it easily. Just breathe and abandon yourself to what will happen, to what I want."

I did my best and relaxed a little bit. An instant later I felt the plug take me. I gasped loudly around the gag, ass throbbing. I felt more pressure, obviously Mistress pressing on the end of the plug. I whimpered softly, my eyes watering a little bit.

"Mmmmmmmm good girl . . . that's in there really well now." She laughed softly. "Now, lift back up."

I inhaled sharply through my nose and raised up onto all fours again, groaning loud around the gag as the plug shifted in me a little. Mistress laughed softly, obviously enjoying my reaction.

She crouched down next to me, her breath warm on my ear as she whispered. I could feel a bead of sweat running down the side of my face.

"Only one slut hole left to fill now. You didn't think I'd ignore that gushing cunt of yours, did you?"

I could feel the blush moving over me. Uncomfortable and nervous as I was, I was very wet.

I heard more soft sounds, unable to make out what they might be. I heard her moving, and felt her close behind me. Her hands were caressing my hips.

She spoke, and I heard her voice as the same instant I felt something touching my soaked cunt.

"I've got a huge cock strapped on, pet. And I'm going to fuck you with it. Soooooooo hard. I'm going to fuck you in the darkness, with all your slut holes filled, until there is nothing in your mind, your whole body, but the feeling of the One Who Owns you filling you, taking you, using you totally."

I felt my hips squirming, my cunt getting wetter and throbbing harder with each word she spoke. I wanted to beg, to scream, the cry out "Yes! Fuck me Mistress, pleasssssssse!" but all I could do was squirm and whimper around the cock gag in my mouth.

Her grip on my hips got tighter. I heard her laugh, and then a second later I saw stars in the darkness as she rammed forward hard and filled me with the gigantic cock. I howled around the gag, hearing my sounds mixing with Mistress' deep moan as she impaled me on her strap-on.

She held it deep it me and started to grind her hips. Her voice dropped on me like drips of acid. "Feel that, slut. How big it is, how completely it fills you. How totally I have you. How much I own you. In the darkness, with all your slut holes filled, there is nothing else, nothing but that feeling of knowing what you are, and whose pleasure you serve."

Her nails dug in tighter to my hips and she started to drive the cock in and out of me, slowly at first, with strokes that were long and firm, but sensuous, inherently "female" somehow, but no less powerful for being so. I felt myself shrinking, something in me whittling down, at the same time my body rocked to her rhythm, the excitement making my heart beat faster.

Mistress moaned loudly as she took me, pressing and grinding the cock to me. The sounds of her mounting excitement swirled around the grunts and whimpers that escaped my gag, making me throb and gush even more. My head felt hot and light; in the darkness every feeling seemed magnified. My cunt clenched to her thrusting cock, my arms strained. She moaned and gasped louder as she picked up the pace, fucking me harder now. Sweat was pouring down my forehead.

"Nnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssss slut . . . just like this . . . nothing to beg for, nothing to think about, nothing, but my pleasure, and you pouring all of yourself into providing it . . . ahhhnghhhhhhhhhh . . . "

My heart was thumping like a jackhammer now. The sound of her voice, her pleasure, almost sent me spiraling over the edge, but I knew that cumming without her permission was not the thing to do. I felt my mind struggling to hold on to the will to hold back. Inhuman, pathetic sounds poured out of me from around the gag.

Mistress growled and started hammering me with the cock, obviously close to exploding herself. I couldn't believe a woman could fuck this hard. Had I been able to speak I'd have been begging mindlessly at this point . . . my entire body was like an over-wound spring, everything in me tensed to a degree that I wouldn't have dreamt was possible. I knew I couldn't hold out more than a few seconds longer.

I had resigned myself to cumming without permission and taking the consequences when I heard her voice rip through my darkness.

"Now, slut! Cumm!"

Her words unleashed the torrent. I screamed around the gag as the orgasm exploded through me with almost painful intensity. My body moved and shook like a rag doll. Mistress' screams filled the room as she continued to pound me, over and over and over. Waves rippled and blasted me; I lost all sense of the here and now, of bodily awareness and position as something in me cut loose and took off . . . I was flying. Her screams were right there, pounding in my ears, and yet I was hearing them from a million miles away.

"Yessssssssss . . .aaanhhhhhhhhhh . . . yessssssss Mineeeeee . . . MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Colors popped in front of my eyes, and then everything want black.

I was lying on my side, but didn't remember tipping over. I opened and closed my eyes, seeing Mistress standing over me. She was looking down at me, smiling. More than smiling, really – she was beaming, glowing, as if the elation and power inside her couldn't be contained.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss her feet, to thank her for the incredible experience she'd just shown me, to thank her for simply being her, for taking control of me, but the big cock gag still filled my mouth. I whimpered softly around it, eyes looking up at her as she stood over me.

Mistress seemed to know my predicament. She bent down and undid the gag before standing up again. I gasped softly, and stretched my sore jaw a bit . . . then rolled over onto my tummy and laid my lips to her shoes, kissing them lovingly. The butt plug shifted as I rolled over, making me moan as my mouth found her shoes.

"Mistress . . . nhhhhhhhhh. . . thank you, Mistress . . . thank you so much . . . I love you, Mistress . . . thank you."

There seemed to be so much I needed to say, but somehow I couldn't find the words. I kissed and licked at her shoes, devotedly, almost mindlessly, feeling like that one action was the only thing I could manage at this moment . . . something in me needing so badly to show her how I felt, but the words flying away from me as soon as they formed in my mind.

Her voice floated down to me there.

"You're welcome, slut. And, it's all right – there are times when words can't encompass what we feel. But I understand everything you feel right now. I love you, too. And I know you can feel that."

I moaned softly as I continued to worship at her feet, feeling her words gently drill into me. She was right. There really was no way to express what we each felt, but the feelings were no less clear or strong or understandable for not being expressible in words.

I wasn't sure how long I stayed there, floating, luxuriating in that incredible feeling, that place that I still, even with time to think about it, can't put words to. Her voice broke the silence and with it the slowly weakening spell.

"Go and take a shower, Candy. I'll leave something out for you to change into when you're done."

I moved to my feet, groaning as the butt plug reminded me it was still in place. Katherine laughed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh. Forgot." She spun me around and pushed on my back. "Bend over, slut."

I bent over and Mistress pulled the plug from me with a soft "pop." I gasped loudly as she giggled. I stood up straight and she unlocked my collar. "Can't have this getting wet." I nodded, having forgotten about that, immediately feeling so naked and incomplete without my collar. After so short a time a collar had somehow become a part of me.

She shooed me to the shower.

The shower felt so good. I heard some soft rustling in the room at one point, which I assume was Mistress leaving my clothes for me. I let myself dawdle a bit in there, my body so spent, but my mind so clear – a kind of clarity I couldn't ever recall feeling.

I turned off the water, finally, and leaned out to grab a towel. I looked over and saw a beautiful pair of purple silk pajamas draped over the hamper. My breath caught in my throat a moment, just staring at them. I quickly but carefully dried off; I couldn't wait to slip into them.

I dried my hair and put it up . . . and put on the pajamas, feeling so warm, so loved, so . . . I laughed to myself as I quickly ran out of words again.

I walked out of the bathroom and heard Mistress' voice coming from upstairs. "Up here, slut . . . in my bedroom."

I scurried up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was sitting up in bed. I moved to the side of the bed and knelt by the side where she was. I looked up at her.

"Thank you, Mistress, for the pajamas. They are so beautiful, and feel wonderful."

She leaned over and re-locked the black collar around my neck. The sound of the lock locking ran that shiver through me, almost familiar now, but still so less powerful.

She patted the bed next to her. "You're welcome, slut. Come join me."

I moved around to the other side and gratefully moved up onto her bed. She pulled me close. I moaned softly and rested my head on her shoulder.

A few minutes ago I'd felt wide-awake; now it seemed as though keeping my eyes open required a supreme effort of will. Mistress seemed to read my feelings. She slid down into more of a supine position, and my body echoed her movements automatically. I snuggled close to her, trying to fight the urge to sleep. 

"It's all right, slut. It's been a long day and night. Time to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too, Mistress," I murmured, as the flickering of the television in the darkness was the last thing I remember seeing. My eyes fell closed. I felt myself held . . . by her arms, by her collar, by the surprising depth of my own feelings. Everything swirled and I fell down into the soft welcoming blackness of sleep. The last thought I had was marveling that such a feeling of complete peace and safety was possible in this world.



K's Candy Ch. 013



Part 13: Town 

I woke up, stretching, realizing that since I'd met Mistress I'd been consistently sleeping through the night. Before knowing her I used to wake up several times almost every night. I quietly eased out of bed since Mistress was still sleeping. I padded softly across the room and out, wandering downstairs.

As I shook out the cobwebs I realized I had a slight dilemma. I was supposed to be in the bustier, stockings, and heels. But they were hardly clean and fresh after last night's workout. Knowing Mistress there were multiple sets, but finding them would entail going through the pile of boxes. And I didn't need a flashing neon sign to know that that wasn't the right thing to do.

I was paralyzed with indecision a long moment, then decided that any decision is easier to make over a cup of coffee and went into the kitchen to get a pot started.

I laughed the instant I saw the coffee machine. There was a sticky note stuck to it, with Mistress' handwriting: Stay in your PJs for now, pet." I shook my head, still laughing, as I got the coffee going. Truly nothing escaped her notice or thought process. I mused about how that was both a wonderful and potentially scary thing both at once as the aroma of brewing coffee started to swirl around me.

The coffee finished and I fixed myself a cup, wondering how long Mistress would sleep and starting to think about breakfast. I looked through the fridge and freezer – not much, but there were some Eggo Waffles in the freezer. All was not lost. 

I closed the freezer, figuring Mistress had something entirely else in mind anyway. I sat down in the great room, watching the sun starting to blaze low over the lake. In the morning light the lake and environs looked just as beautiful as they had in the late afternoon, but more welcoming, more inviting and full of possibility somehow.

I was watching a flock of geese moving across the sky from southeast to northwest when I heard sounds coming from upstairs. I got up and went to the kitchen to fix Mistress' coffee. She came into the kitchen and peeked in.

I smiled over at her. "Good morning, Mistress. Did you sleep well?"

She came over and hugged me tightly. "Yes, slut, I slept wonderfully. Did you?"

"Mmmmmmm yes, Mistress, thank you, I slept like a rock. I was just fixing you some coffee and starting to think about breakfast."

She took her mug and sipped the coffee. "What do we have?"

I looked at her hopefully. "There's Eggo Waffles in the freezer, Mistress."

Her face brightened. "Oooo, Eggos! Yes!"

I laughed and opened the freezer. I realized that at a certain point I will just have to stop trying to figure her out.

I popped the Eggos into the toaster and went about getting out the plates and syrup and utensils and whatnot and set the table. Mistress sat down to wait.

I went back into the kitchen as the waffles popped out of the toaster and brought them to the table. I was about to kneel to serve her her breakfast when she stopped me. "It's all right, pet. This is a less formal time." She looked me up and down a bit, then smiled. "You're still in your PJs, after all." She giggled.

I giggled with her and sat down, and we ate.

"Today, slut, we'll head into town to stock up on groceries. There's a nice market there."

I listened as I ate my Eggos, my mind instantly focusing on one thing: What was she going to dress me in for this outing? I squirmed a bit in my chair thinking about it, nervousness and excitement battling in me.

Breakfast was done and I rose to start cleaning up. Mistress had me get her a pad and pen. She worked on the shopping list while I got things in order.

She moved to the couch when she was done, sitting by the pile of boxes. She had me come and stand in front of her when I was done straightening up and had me take off the pajamas. I stood there naked in front of her except for the snug collar.

She looked me over a moment, then started going through the boxes, finding what she wanted eventually and handing it to me. "Get dressed, Candy."

The outfit was a very short denim skirt and a short red bare-midriff top. I slipped them on, sucking in a breath at the shortness of the skirt as I looked down. Definitely no bending over in this thing. But everything fit me well, and felt strangely good. I did have a sexy flat tummy and the top showed it off quite nicely. Blushing I realized that my nipples were slightly prominent through the fabric.

Mistress smiled, watching me. "Almost perfect." She took a shoe box from the pile and set a pair of red mules on the floor. I slid into them, feeling that now very familiar lift and change in body orientation that 6" heels produce.

"Now, slut, kneel."

I nodded and slipped down to my knees. Mistress unlocked the black collar and replaced it with a red one, relocking it. As always, the sound seemed to register in my whole body, not just in my ears.

"Stand up."

I stood, and Mistress twirled her fingers around. I did a slow turn for her. "Mmmm. Nice. Now, walk across the room and back again."

I did as ordered, feeling myself wiggle involuntarily in the high heels. Mistress watched me intently, her smile widening.

"Soooooo sexy. Can't wait to show you off in public looking like this, pet."

I whimpered softly, blushing.

Katherine laughed and went back upstairs to get dressed. Get rid of the empty boxes and wrapping, pet. I'll be down shortly."

We drove into town. It was another bright sunny day, and considerably warmer than yesterday. The road snaked along for a few miles, never veering too far from the lake. Eventually the road straightened out. An old sign – Entering Lakeville. The road widened a bit and a few buildings started to appear. A small firehouse, a post office that looked like it belonged in a Norman Rockwell painting, and further down on the left, Hardy's Market. 

Mistress parked and we got out. I looked at her, then at myself a moment. She was dressed with her usual casual elegance. Together we made a starkly mismatched pair, yet our very appearance expressed succinctly what we were – Owner and owned. We walked into the market, and I tried hard not to blush and be too obvious about the fact that I was looking around to see who might be looking at me.

Mistress pulled out the shopping list as I grabbed a cart and we started shopping. Despite the old, rustic appearance on the outside, inside Hardy's Market was surprisingly large, modern, and well-lit. I thought about this as we moved along and it made sense of course. Undoubtedly the majority of Hardy's business came from wealthy lake-house owners like Katherine; they needed to cater to these people. Gourmet items were common and plentifully stocked.

I clicked along in the heels, watching Mistress and getting my bearings of how the market was laid out. The market wasn't crowded but I certainly got my share of looks from everyone we came across. Leers from all males over the age of 12; bemused smiles or dismissive glances from the women. Mistress was obviously aware of this, but in her usual way went about her business, focused on the shopping, seemingly to the exclusion of all else, telling me about certain favorite items, the way she liked things, etc. I listened attentively, grateful to have something to concentrate on other than the eyes and looks of strangers. 

We stopped at the butcher's counter, and Katherine chatted a bit with the butcher, a man she called Earl. She introduced me, and I struggled to keep my eyes up as she did so. Earl said it was nice to meet me, but he said a lot more with his eyes – they freely roamed over me as I stood there. Katherine smiled, and eventually tuned to the conversation to meat of the non-human variety, but I could see how much she was enjoying my situation.

We bought several cuts of meat, and then the same procedure was repeated at the deli counter, with a man named Steve. All of a sudden the red collar felt tighter around my neck; the force of the simple, constant, matter-of-fact humiliation was pressing hard on me. I was beginning to see and feel the depth of what it meant to be "owned," the power inherent in simple everyday situations when everything is different.

We finished our shopping. Our cashier was a pretty young woman all of 19, 20 maybe. Her reaction to me was very different. She seemed to look at me with something almost like envy. In a way that feeling was worse than people looking at me sexually or with condescension. 

The groceries were loaded into the car and we headed down the road a short way and pulled in at Fred's Liquors. 

The liquor store went quickly. As we checked out, the woman who was ringing us up, an attractive woman in her mid-40s probably, regarded me not with derision or envy but with what felt more like an air of vague self-satisfaction. She seemed to look not in my eyes but at my collar. I felt truly uneasy as we left the liquor store. One thing that was obvious to me – being dressed like this made me acutely aware of people's every subtle and not so subtle reaction.

We got into the car and Mistress turned to me. "So, slut, you survived your first public outing." She laughed softly.

I blushed. "Yes, Mistress."

She slid her hand possessively up my leg and under my skirt. Her fingertips kept moving up until they touched my smooth sex. I could feel myself immediately responding to her touch. I squirmed, eyes gazing into hers.

Mistress licked her lips slowly and slid a finger inside me. I shuddered, reflexively looking around to see if anyone was watching. Katherine didn't seem to care; she went right on pumping her finger in and out of me. I moaned louder, feeling myself gush and clench to the invading finger. My mouth opened and my hips began to automatically grind as I sat there.

"Mmmmmm good slut. So responsive." She curled and wiggled her finger inside me, making me gasp and writhe. Her eyes held mine in an iron grip . . . I couldn't look away, I couldn't worry about who might be watching. There was noting but the look in her eyes, the power of it, and the desire that was suddenly raging in me.

She smiled and worked me over more vigorously. I gasped and moaned louder, my body tensing and arching as the feelings began to pile up in me . . . pushing me without my control, feeling myself brought right to the edge.

I was about to start begging to cumm when suddenly she pulled her finger from me. I panted as my eyes pleaded with her.

Katherine grabbed my collar with her free hand and held it tight. She stuffed her soaked finger into my mouth, laughing. "Suck it . . . get every drop of your slut wetness off of there."

I closed my eyes and let it sink into me. The taste, the scent, the feeling of being used in this way, her slut toy, to do and to be whatever she wanted, however, whenever. I felt my cunt throb hard as I cleaned her finger off completely, feeling her fuck my mouth with it.

Mistress pulled her finger from my mouth. "Good girl," she said, as I sat there, panting, trying to catch my breath. She smiled and started the engine. "Buckle up, Candy," she said with a lilt in her voice. I forced my mind to focus and put on my seat belt.

"Hmm. That made me hungry – let's get some lunch."

I slowly got my wits about me again and realized I was hungry too. Katherine drove further down the road, almost out of town and pulled into the parking lot of a rather elegant-looking place called The Mill House.

We walked in and the greeter obviously knew Katherine. "Oh, Miss H______. So nice to see you again." The young woman glanced at me and didn't seem surprised by the way I was dressed. "Two for lunch today?" 

Mistress smiled. "Yes, Emmy, thank you." Emmy led us to a nice table by a big window overlooking the lake. I could see below us a stream flowing into the lake, and the remains of an old saw mill from where the restaurant obviously drew its name. I was so hungry I forgot to notice whether I was being stared at as we moved through the place, which was a little more crowded than I'd have expected.

I commented on that as we settled in. Mistress looked around. "They do a good business . . . this seems like it would be a summer place only, but many of my fellow lake-house owners actually live here year-round. Lots are independently wealthy or can work from their homes. Coming down to the Mill House is often the only time they leave their houses in the winter."

She laughed softly and sipped her water. The waitress, a striking young woman with red hair, brought our menus and Mistress ordered Diet Coke for both of us. I started to open my menu when Mistress placed her hand over mine. "No need, pet. I'll take care of that." She smiled.

I set the menu down, slightly embarrassed. I suppose I should have realized. Her eyes met mine. 

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, slut. There's no way to know what I will or won't take control of, when." Her voice and manner reassured me. I smiled.

"Yes, Mistress."

She looked over the menu as I looked around the room a bit. One could tell that the clientele was generally affluent. It was nothing overt; it was simply an air, something indefinable. The room reflected its occupants, too. Everything had a feeling of subtle richness to it – there was the quiet certainty in the surroundings that this was a place of casual but definite elegance.

The waitress came back and Mistress ordered. A shrimp cocktail for us to split, a grilled chicken Caesar salad for me, and a turkey club sandwich for her. I smiled. Grilled chicken Caesar and shrimp cocktail sounded great.

We relaxed and talked about nothing of much importance while we waited for the food. I was no longer uncomfortable being dressed the way I was. Even wearing a collar in public didn't feel as strange as I suppose it should have. It felt good to realize that.

I was thinking that our food should be here any second when a couple approached our table. They greeted Katherine warmly. Katherine smiled in surprise upon seeing them.

The woman, named Jennifer, was perhaps in her early thirties, with blonde hair that came down past her shoulders and sparkling green eyes. The man, Dave, was slightly older it appeared, but not much. They were both tall – Dave I guessed was a bit over 6 feet and Jennifer couldn't have been more than two or three inches shorter than he was. Both were beautifully, expensively dressed. They made an impressive, very attractive couple.

After Mistress exchanged greetings and hugs with them, eyes turned to me. 

"This is Candy. Candy, my dear friends Jennifer and Dave."

I smiled, a little thrown off. "Nice to meet you."

They both smiled at me. Dave turned to Katherine. "Your new girl, K?"

Katherine beamed. "Yessssssss. Very new."

I wanted to crawl under the table. I hadn't been expecting and certainly wasn't ready for being presented in public like that. Dave and Jennifer looked me over with heightened interest. I could feel the blush burning up my cheeks.

"She's beautiful, K," Jennifer said. I couldn't keep my eyes up; I looked down as their words swirled around me.

Dave laughed softly. "A little shy, yet, is she, K?" Mistress and Jennifer giggled. I swear I felt myself physically shrinking as I sat there.

The conversation eventually turned from the subject of me. I listened as they talked about how long each was at the lake for and catching up on people and events, etc.

At a certain point Mistress said, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? We'll grill something – it's so warm and lovely out today."

Jennifer and Dave looked at each other a moment, as if silently comparing their schedules, then smiled. "That sounds great, K!" Dave said.

Mistress smiled happily. "Excellent! Come by at . . . 6?"

They agreed and just then the waitress brought our shrimp cocktail. Mistress hugged them again as they moved off.

"Nice meeting you, Candy," they said in unison. I tried not to stumble over my words, grateful that the food was coming.

"Nice meeting you, too . . ."

Katherine picked up a shrimp. "It's so great seeing them. They're dear friends. I'm so glad they're able to come for dinner tonight."

I picked up a shrimp too, nodding, thinking that ok, it wasn't the most graceful performance on my part, but all things considered it could've been a lot worse. Tonight in the privacy of the house, it would be a lot easier. 



K's Candy Ch. 014



Part 14 Entertaining

We got home and I brought the groceries and liquor in from the car. I got everything put away while Katherine sat on the couch and worked on the menu for tonight. I came out into the living room.

Mistress looked up at me. "Go upstairs and lay down in my bed for a while, Candy. I want you rested up for tonight. I'll wake you up in time." 

I hugged her gently. "Thank you, Mistress," I said, and went upstairs. I went into her bedroom and peeled my clothes off, and slipped off the shoes, stretching out on her comfy bed, flexing my toes with relief. I was more tired than I'd realized. I turned to the side and pulled the covers up over me and felt myself drifting down into sleep.

I was awakened by Mistress' voice. I lifted myself up in bed a little groggily, and realized that Mistress' voice was coming through an intercom speaker in the wall.

"Come downstairs, pet. It's time to start getting ready. Put your shoes back on and nothing else."

I shook out the cobwebs and swing over to sit on the edge of the bed. I slid my feet into the heels and stood, blinking, still trying to get focused. I had really fallen into a deep sleep.

I made my way downstairs. Mistress handed me a red chef's apron. I slipped it on and tied it. I blushed, feeling the air moving over my naked ass. It was such an odd sensation, being partially covered – the apron, while short, covered me in front, top and bottom, but the fact that it was open in the back and clear that I was wearing nothing besides the apron made me feel somehow more naked than naked. 

Mistress smiled, obviously sensing my reaction and thought process. "You look wonderfully . . ."

She paused and giggled. ". . . Wonderfully efficient." I laughed out loud, mostly in surprise – "efficient" wasn't the word I'd been expecting to hear.

Mistress reached down and squeezed my butt, affectionately but possessively. "Mmmm ok . . . let's get dinner going. Our guests arrive in a little over an hour."

I looked at the clock. 4:50. I'd been asleep for quite a while.

Mistress handed me the piece of paper on which she'd written the menu. I looked it over:

Antipasto

 Steak

 Rice 

 Asparagus

 Ice cream sundaes

I glanced at her a moment. I suppose I'd been expecting something a bit more involved. I was relieved but curious.

Again she seemed to read my mind. "I'm a woman of simple tastes, Candy. Feel free to spruce up the rice and asparagus a bit but don't go crazy. I don't like food that's "overwrought."

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I understand."

I went about starting to get things ready. I wasn't sure I understood at all, but I figured my best recourse was to trust my instincts. If things weren't right I knew Mistress would take the time later to explain and correct. I smiled to myself, realizing that. It gave me a sense of quiet security that was impossible to put words to but very warming and powerful.

"OK, time for me to shower and change. They arrive at 6. Be ready to put out the antipasto at 6:20."

Mistress left the kitchen and I planned things out in my mind, a couple of ideas coming to me. I checked the time again and got moving.

I'd grill the steaks and the asparagus. A little olive oil and lemon for the asparagus was all they'd need. The rice . . . well, rice is like a blank canvas. I restrained myself and settled on a fairly simple preparation – sauté the raw rice with some onions, in olive oil, cook it in chicken stock, and than stir in some shaved Parmigiano Reggiano at the end. Sort of a lazy woman's American risotto.

I'd found over the years that most cooking projects get derailed by the unexpected. So I thought a moment about what could possibly go wrong. I looked to the sliding glass doors – the grill. Was there propane? Was the grill clean?

I moved across the great room and out onto the deck. It was a warm day but the gentle breeze made the apron cling to me, reminding me of that "more naked than naked" feeling. I blushed again as I checked the grill. I sighed with relief . . . there was almost a full tank of propane. I opened the lid. The grill was basically clean but did need a once-over before being cooked on. I turned it on high and closed the lid, letting it heat up really well while I went back and prepared the asparagus and chopped up onions for the rice.

That done, I went back outside and opened the grill, moving back from the blast of heat that came out when I did so. I turned the heat off and cleaned the grill with a wire brush, removing the little bit of mess there. I brushed the grill bars with vegetable oil, enjoying the way it made them glisten.

I went back into the kitchen and took stock of the operation. It was 5:12. Things were under control. I smiled happily.

Mistress came down around 5:30 and surveyed the preparations. 

"Good girl." She handed me a red apron identical to the one I was wearing. "Go shower and put on the clean apron." I took the apron from her and scampered up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I was quick about it, a bit nervous on several levels. When I came back downstairs Katherine was relaxing on the couch, sipping a drink.

"OK, pet, a couple of final things. Dave and Jennifer as to be addressed as 'Sir' and 'Miss,' respectively. You will offer to them drinks, of course, and serve kneeling as you do when you serve me."

I listened, suppressing a soft gulp. I wasn't necessarily surprised, but I knew that doing certain things was very different from agreeing to them or thinking about them.

"Yes, Mistress." I got up and went back into the kitchen to put the antipoasto together, arranging things prettily on the platter, obsessing on minutiae in order to take my mind off of our guests' impending arrival.

I was wiping the already immaculate counter when the doorbell rang. 

I took a deep breath and headed for the door. I didn't need Mistress to tell me it was my job to get the door.

I opened the door. Dave and Jennifer were standing there, smiling, and looking somehow even more attractive than they had this afternoon.

"Hi again, Candy," they said more or less at the same time. I couldn't help blushing deeply.

"Hello, Sir, Miss. Come in, please."

I showed them in and Mistress came over and hugged them both warmly and led them into the great room. They settled in and I got their drink orders.

Serving them the drinks affected me more deeply than I had thought it would. Kneeling before another person, even in the non-sexual act of serving a drink, drove home to me very firmly my role and place. I was doing something I would normally never have done, for the sole and simple reason that it was what Mistress required. I swallowed as I served Dave his drink – I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, and felt my collar tighter around my neck.

He laughed to Mistress. "Sexy apron."

Jennifer and Mistress both giggled as Mistress spoke. "She's sexy in anything, but yes, apron and heels is a good look for her." Dave and Jennifer nodded their agreement.

I blushed and looked to Mistress, eyes drifting to the kitchen a bit. She caught my meaning and nodded. "Yes, slut, go and see to dinner."

I rose and walked away, feeling a shiver. She hadn't used the word "slut" in addressing me in front of other people before. The new experiences were piling up rapidly, each one with its own unique feeling.  

I got the rice going, came back to out to check on everyone's drinks, and then went out to deck to light the grill again. Mistress, Jennifer, and Dave were chatting away.

Preparing dinner helped me calm down some. Being able to pour all of my focus into that was soothing. 

Even better, dinner went off without a hitch. Everyone complimented me on the food and Mistress in particular seemed very pleased. By the time dinner was done I was practically beaming.

I got up and fixed after-dinner drinks for them as they retired back to the great room, and then went about clearing away the dinner mess and cleaning the kitchen. I was half-listening to their conversation as I worked.

At a certain point it got a little quieter out in the great room. I focused on the cleanup task.

Done, I went back out into the great room. Dave looked at me a moment, then at Mistress. Mistress smiled to Dave. "By all means, Dave."

Dave smiled widely and looked at me again. "Come here, Candy."

I walked over to him. His eyes swept over me a moment, up and down. "Kneel."

I had a half-second of uncertainty, but I caught Mistress' eyes and folded quickly down to my knees.

Dave slid down a bit in his chair as Mistress and Jennifer sat next to each other on the couch, moving closer to each other. Dave's eyes met mine.

"Suck me, Candy."

I gasped audibly. I heard Mistress and Jennifer laugh a bit and Mistress said to Jennifer, "see? A bit shy, still." I realized that that was Mistress' gracious way of giving me this one and only second chance. I leaned forward and undid Dave's belt, my fingers seemingly numb as I unzipped his pants, part of me there and part of me in some disconnected semi-dream state.

Dave's cock sprang free. He was already hard. He was pretty big, 7, 8 inches, perhaps, circumcised. I closed my eyes a moment and took him into my mouth, feeling how thick he was. Then the feeling of his hand on my head, so unfamiliar, making me gasp softly around his cock.

I was torn, still. Some part of me wanted to run, some part of me was shocked and horrified that Mistress would have me do this. But as my mouth moved on his cock the other part, that part that wanted only to serve her wishes, got stronger, and slowly took over. My mind swirled with the realization that I truly was much more of a slut than I'd ever allowed myself to imagine.

I surrendered to that part. I took him deep, sucking and licking his cock, massaging his balls, giving myself over to the task, to the pleasure of another, any other who Mistress might say I should give pleasure to.

Dave's moans mixed with the voices of Jennifer and Mistress as they watched me. "Oh, my, K, she really loves sucking cock. . . " "Mmm yes, obviously she does. I'll have to make sure she gets plenty of opportunities." I moaned and whimpered around Dave's cock as I heard them and felt his cock throb and pulse in my mouth. I sucked him harder, faster, realizing that I needed to make him cumm, that I needed him to explode in my mouth, and that I needed Mistress to be pleased at my doing that.

His grip in my hair tightened and his body tensed. I could feel how close he was. He moaned louder and I sucked him furiously, all of me poured into the act of doing so. He seemed to hold out forever . . . finally he screamed and exploded . . . I kept sucking him hard as he came hard. I quickly swallowed and sucked again, milking him dry as he groaned deeply and finally slid my head off of his softening cock.

I swallowed the last of it as I knelt back on my heels, heart racing. I couldn't believe what I had just done. My mind reeled with the realization that it wasn't so much that I had just done that, but that I had liked it. A strange feeling shot through me, part humiliation, part pure pleasure, that seemed to bounce from my brain straight down to my cunt and back again. I realized that I was soaked.

Mistress' voice broke the spell. "Well done, Candy. Go clean up."

I murmured "yes, Mistress," and quickly rose and walked to the bathroom, not intending to rush but I could feel that I was moving fast. My whole face was hot with the blush that covered me; I couldn't meet anyone's eyes as I moved.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and for a second I wondered who I was, who I had become. My racing heartbeat slowly returned to normal. I brushed my teeth, gargled with Listerine, then brushed my teeth again. I took a deep breath and walked back out into the great room, realizing that "who I was" was no longer a relevant question. I was hers, and that defined and answered everything. And that knowledge was rapidly becoming less and less scary and more and more comforting.

Mistress and Jennifer held out their glasses for refills. I made them fresh drinks and the fact that to the three of them nothing odd or unusual had just happened a few minutes earlier was not at all lost on me.

The drinks were served and Jennifer looked to Mistress. Mistress smiled back at her. "Want a turn, Jenn?"

Jennifer readily agreed to that suggestion and had me kneel in front of her. She reached around me and undid the apron, removing it from me and tossing it aside. I knelt there, naked now except for the collar and heels. I didn't even realize that I was looking down until Jennifer tipped my chin up and my eyes met hers.

Her green eyes sparkled with a quality I couldn't quite place. What was in her mind? Desire? Bemusement? Dismissiveness? She didn't say a word, but got up from the couch and moved behind me.

I felt her taking my wrists in her hands and crossing them behind my back. Then rope, snaking around them, slowly tightening, binding them. I tugged automatically. The snugness of the ropes felt oddly reassuring and more than a little exciting; I felt myself again getting wet.

Jennifer moved to the side of me and put a pillow on the floor in front of me. She took my shoulders and bent me at the waist, carefully moving my head down so that it rested on the pillow. I felt my ass rising up as I moved. Jennifer and nudged my knees wider apart, and I moaned softly as I felt my cunt getting wetter. The position was not totally comfortable, but with my knees wider I felt fairly stable. I breathed in deeply and tried to be very still.

Jennifer giggled to Mistress. "She looks adorable like this, K." I heard Mistress laugh in agreement. Dave laughed too and made a joke about how he'd have to get his own drink now; I heard him rising and moving to the bar.

The next thing I felt was a cold sensation on my ass. I could hear Jennifer's voice and feel the head of a lubed plug moving over my tight hole. "Breathe, slut . . . relax . . ."

I took the best deep breath I could and felt the plug starting to press. At the same time I felt the head of a big dildo sliding along my wet slit. I moaned deeply, my hips involuntarily starting to grind a little.

"Good girl, Candy . . . breathe . . . relax . . ." I half-heard her words; but my breathing did become deeper, with no conscious effort on my part. I whimpered and moaned louder as she pressed on the plug more firmly and started to slide the dildo into me at the same time.

"Unnnghhhhhhh goddddddd," I gasped. Jennifer made a satisfied little sound and pressed the plug into past my remaining resistance and filled my cunt with the dildo.

Jennifer's voice floated down to me. "Mmmmm good slut. Feel how big they are." She pressed the dildo deep and twisted the plug firmly. I gasped louder, my deep breaths suddenly replaced with short little pants.

"She wants it badly, K," Jennifer said, laughing.

Mistress laughed along with Dave. "Well, Jenn, she is a major slut after all."

The voices and laughter swirled around me as Jennifer started to fuck me deeply with the plug and the dildo, pumping them in and out of me with alternating strokes. I couldn't hold still; my hips rocked whorishly as everything fell away: The bondage, the humiliation, my position; nothing else mattered but the excitement rising so hard and fast in me.

Jennifer worked me over relentlessly. The plug and dildo were pushing and pounding me. I felt tossed from all sides; I could barely recognize the sounds coming out of me as I gritted my teeth, feeling like there was no way I'd be able to hold back the impending explosion.

I was going to start begging to be allowed to cumm . . . when Jennifer's voice cut through the haze, somehow in rhythm with the pumping plug and dildo in me.

"What are you, Candy?"

The words flew out of me. "Agggggggghhhhhh a slut, Miss!"

She laughed and continued to hammer me in both holes. "Well, let's be a little more specific, shall we? You are a cocksucking slut whore, who does anything with anyone your Mistress should want."

The words jabbed through my excitement like needles. I was trying desperately, to breathe, to focus. "Yes, Miss!" I managed to blurt out.

Jennifer nailed me harder still, the plug and dildo furiously moving in and out of me, hard, deep, mercilessly. "Say, it, slut . . . say what you are!"

I almost sobbed from the effort of holding back and of sucking in a deep breath. My mind was scrambled, almost gone. Somehow I got it all out.

"Yes, Miss! I am a cocksucking slut whore, who does anything with anyone my Mistress should want, Miss! Yes! Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhh!"

The urge to cumm was so strong. The part of me that might have stopped to think if begging was the right thing or not was long gone.

"Ohhhh god, pleeease Miss . . . . Mistress . . . pleeeeease let me cumm, I can't hold back! Gggggghhuhhhhhnhhhh!"

At that moment Jennifer suddenly pulled the plug and dildo from me.

"No, slut." The words were like stinging slaps across my face.

I heaved for breath. Both holes were buzzing, tingling, throbbing – suddenly emptied, clenching wildly at nothing.

I heard voices. My mind reeled in the surprise and shock and disappointment. 

"She's a good girl, K."

"Wonderful slut you own."

Mistress' voice came through more strongly to me as I breathed in deeply, gradually coming back to something like normal.

"She is. I'm a lucky woman."

I felt a surge of pride hearing her words. It was the last emotion I expected to feel at this moment. Bound, displayed, and teased to the very brink of release and then denied, I should've felt completely humiliated; I should have felt like nothing. And in a way I did. But Mistress' simple statement of praise let me know that "nothing," at this moment, was perfect, since it was how she wanted me to feel.

There was some chuckling and then some softer conversation I couldn't make out. And then Mistress' voice again, her tone jovial.

"Well, what kind of hostess would I be if I let you get all excited watching my slut and didn't let you do anything about it?"

My mind was still processing her words when I felt strong, slightly rough hands grabbing my hips and heard Dave's voice coming from behind me.

"This won't take long, Candy."

I was starting to take a deep breath when I heard Dave cry out and felt him slam his cock into my soaked cunt. I screamed more in surprise than anything else.

Dave's grip on my hips strengthened as he began to fuck me hard and fast. Each stroke, each sound that came out of him, drove me down as my cunt clenched to his cock and my body rocked from his slamming against it. This was what I was, what I was for – a collared slut, suck- and fuck- and tease-toy to be used and taken. Indeed, nothing; nothing but something to be used for the pleasure and amusement of others.

I gasped and grunted as he banged away at me. I heard his sounds get more urgent, louder; I felt his cock twitching and throbbing inside me as he drove it in and out of me. Something in me gave way more, deeper, and I tried to buck back against him the little I could, to get his cock deeper, to feel more filled, more taken, if I could.

He was so close. Any second now he would explode in me. I knew that I would not cumm, that I could not, even if it were somehow commanded at this moment. Any pleasure of mine in this could only come from the knowledge of serving her well, of pleasing her guest.

He screamed and exploded, his cock driving deeper still as he pumped his load into me. I felt everything at once in that moment – all the humiliation, all the degradation, all the "nothingness," mixed at the same time with that inexplicable but undeniable feeling of pride. I had served well.




K's Candy Ch. 014



Suddenly I was empty, and I felt my perspective changing as Dave tipped my bound body over and I gently landed on my side. I felt the soft carpet on my cheek and closed my eyes.

I panted, trying to focus on one thing at a time, to stop my mind and my world from swirling. If I could breathe normally, that would be a start. I opened my eyes and saw Mistress' shoes in front of my face.

I wiggled over to them, wrists still bound, and began to kiss and lick them. I kissed and licked them deeply, mindlessly, unable to speak or even think.

Mistress' voice softly pierced the veil that shrouded my mind.

"You're welcome, Candy. You did so well tonight. I love you."

She leaned down over me and undid my wrists. I felt myself being helped back up to a kneeling position. She crouched and looked in my eyes. I blinked, still trying to focus. I wanted to say so much, or thought that I should say so much, but nothing would come out. Katherine hugged me tightly and I melted into the warmth of her embrace.

Mistress straightened up and helped me to stand. She hugged me again and whispered in my ear. 

"Say thank you and good night to our guests, slut. Then go upstairs, take a shower, and lay down in my bed. You've had quite a workout."

Finally I had enough composure and sense of the here and now to think semi-clearly and speak. I moved from Mistress' embrace and turned to Dave and Jennifer, not really conscious that I was standing there naked. 

My voice almost cracked, but I held it together.

"Thank you, Sir, and Miss. Have a wonderful rest of the evening. Good night."

Dave laughed softly. "It's hard to imagine the rest of the evening being as good as the first part, but thank you, Candy. Well done."

Jennifer echoed his sentiments and wished me good night and pleasant dreams. I hugged Mistress again, grabbed the apron from the floor and headed up the stairs on wobbly legs.

I slid the shoes off and started the water running for the shower. I realized that I couldn't get in the shower with my collar on and was about to start worrying about that when I saw a sticky note on the side of the sink with a key. 

"Take it off, shower, then put it back on. Leave the key right here."

I took the key and unlocked the collar and took it off. How strange that felt. I looked at the collar and lock. How much they'd become such a part of me in such a short time. I smiled. Mistress had thought of everything – not just the key and note, but obviously, she wanted to me to feel what it felt like to take off the collar myself, to create that empty feeling by my own act. I shivered a bit and put down the collar and stepped into the shower.

The shower relaxed me deeply. I think I lingered there a bit longer than I might have, but the water hitting my body slowly, wonderfully, brought me all the way "back." 

I got out and dried off. I put the collar back on and snapped the lock shut. The power of that action was astounding, even more so than the unlocking had been. I had taken my collar off, and put it back on . . . wanting to, and, I realized deeply, needing to.

I went into her bedroom and slipped into bed. I remember nothing else – I was so completely drained in so many different ways that I fell asleep in seconds.