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Rachael's Awakening Ch. 02

By: Victoria_2001_02769



Dedication: Thank you Sir for the invaluable help in making the Dom believable; and to My Muse for finding the key to the lock. I owe You both.

*

Rodger was about to enter the kitchen silently, but decided instead, to stand in the doorway, watching Rachael move about the room. Her movements were efficient and smooth, and designed to make the most of the time she had been allotted for her tasks.

His eyes skimmed the set-to-perfection table; with everything in its rightful place. The aforementioned corkscrew had been placed at the top of his plate; the bucket and stand had been placed to the right of his chair; and his eyes took in the linen napkin covered wine bottle.

'Where on earth did she find those?' His thought continued, 'I was certain I didn't have any.' 

Rodger felt his manhood stir as he realized that Rachael had opened the door to the oven and was bent over, her plug-filled, bare ass facing him, as she brought out the Chicken Parmesan and the crisp French bread. 

He chose this moment to make his presence known and waited, quietly, until Rachael had stood up and placed the casserole dish and the bread pan atop the burners so she could bend back down and bring the door up to close the oven.

He reached his hand out to caress the bare ass cheek in front of him. He knew this action would startle Rachael, that it would embarrass her, once again, but he hadn't wanted her to drop dinner on the floor. That was the main reason why he'd waited those few extra seconds before he touched her.

"Quite the lovely picture your ass presented as you were bent over, Pet." 

Rodger spoke in low, sultry tones from behind Rachael and noted the soft jump of her body, the barely caught gasp of surprise, and let a grin spread across his face. He had succeeded, once again, in catching her off guard. 

His manhood stirred again as Rodger caressed the smooth, pale skin under his palm. He took a few steps closer as his hand continued caressing first one cheek, then the other; until his chest was just inches from Rachael's straight, but beginning-to-yield and soften, back. 

He continued making those slow, nerve-ending awakening circles, with his hands. This action brought his fingers ever closer, ever more close, to the center of Rachael's plug-filled ass. Letting his robe fall open, Rodger leaned his body close against the now softly bent back and let his hardening cock press itself between the cheeks of Rachael's ass.

Her reaction was exactly what he knew it would be. She stiffened and tensed beneath his weight, and clenched the cheeks of her ass against the impending intrusion. 

The slow circles had felt nice and soothing, yet had made her all too aware that she still had this foreign object -- when she clenched her cheeks tightly, and that she was slowly getting used to -- in her ass. 

As 'Sir', or 'Master', as Mr. Black had wanted her to call Him, continued to rub softly, or gently squeeze, Rachael was beginning to become aware of an aching sensation in the center of her ass. She was very unfamiliar with this feeling and it seemed to become more intense the closer Sir brought His fingers to her crack.

She quickly grabbed the top of the stove in front of her as she felt Sir's finger run down her crack, stopping when it came in contact with the plug.

'Please remove it Sir,' her mind cried out. 'It's uncomfortable and it hurts.' Her thought concluded.

She jumped slightly when she felt Sir grab the base and instead of pulling it out, He pressed against it, pushing more of it into her tight hole. The groan was uttered before she could catch it and she felt her ass tense for the smack she knew would follow. None came. She did not feel Sir's hand lash down on her. Instead, she felt herself caught between His body and the stove as He leaned against her.

"What does that make you want, my little Pet? Do you want to feel free of this intrusion I've placed in your ass? Or do you want something else to fill it? Tell me... quickly."

His breath was warm, almost hot, as she felt it close against her ear, a slight hissing sound to the low-spoken words. Her reply was non-verbal and not at all what she felt her body should do. As her reply, she jutted her hips back and stopped when she felt Sir's rising erection against the skin of her ass.

Rachael startled again when she felt Sir's hand push between her legs and then a finger was slipped into her sex. She felt Sir begin to wiggle it and then felt Him insert a second finger into her. Her eyelids drifted closed as she lost herself in the sensations Sir was creating in her body.

She felt alive... she felt on fire... she wanted... God help her... she wanted more. More what, she didn't know. This was all so new to her.

She felt Sir slowly remove his fingers and she became aware of how empty she suddenly felt. She discovered, from the first time Sir had touched her, that she liked His touch. She didn't care for this thing He'd put in her ass, but she knew He had a reason for its being there. She just didn't know what that reason was yet.

Rodger patted Rachael's ass as he stepped back, wrapping his silk robe around him, tying it loosely about his waist. He walked around to his place at the head of the table, pulled out his chair and sat down. 

"Let's sit and enjoy your delicious dinner Pet. The aromas of it filled the house when I walked in earlier and have left me hungry. There will be time for the other, and more, later... when we're done here."

Rachael looked at Sir, her eyes as big as saucers, in slight alarm.

"You want me... You expect me to..."

Her mind wouldn't let her mouth finish her sentences. She looked at Sir, sitting in His chair, at His place at the table and He was smiling and nodding as He began to fill His plate.

"Yes Pet. I expect you to sit in your chair, with the plug still in your ass. No, you may not sit on a pillow; you may not sit on a cushion. You will sit on the chair as you feel the fullness inside you increase. Now sit Pet. Your training will continue after dinner."

Rodger watched Rachael lower herself to her chair seat, and watched her try to sit in a comfortable position during the meal. He had a hard time not smiling as he saw how she tried to sit in some way that would take the pressure off her filled ass... but there was none.

"You may get up and clear the table now Pet. I will sit here and enjoy the last of my wine and then, once the dishwasher is loaded and started, I want you to follow me upstairs. We'll continue your training up there."

"Yes Sir." 

Rachael quickly stood, finding some small comfort in it, and made short work of clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. As she removed the last dish from the table, she found that she was curious as to what Sir meant by her training would continue once upstairs. Sir stood and brought over His now empty wine glass for her to rinse and place in the top tray.

She didn't jump this time when she felt His hand begin to caress her bare bottom as she moved to put the soap into the receptacle, bend to close the door, flip the lock and start the washer. She was getting used to His frequent touches and the occasional patting He would do whenever the mood struck Him.

"Alright Rachael. Leave your apron on and follow me upstairs. There is one more task you need to do before I allow you to dress and leave for the evening. Come into my bedroom please."

Sir was standing in the doorframe of His room and ushered Rachael into it. She stood and waited for Sir to tell her what He wanted. The sudden clearing of His throat got the reaction that His hand hadn't. She jumped.

"Rachael... if you look on the other side of my bed, you will see the trail of clothes that I left as I headed in to take my shower earlier. I want you to pick up the dropped clothes, adding your apron as the last piece; then put them into the hamper in my bathroom. Then I want you to come to the side of my bed and turn down my bed covers. 

"This will be the last thing you do every evening, before you leave. When you have completed the turning down of my bed, I will remove the plug and you may dress and leave. I want you to get a good night's sleep; plenty of rest. Now... pick up my clothes. I will be right behind you... within inches of you."

"Yes Sir." 

That was all Rachael had time to say as Sir turned her around and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the other side of His room. She had felt His cock brush against her bare ass as she had stood next to Him... and knew that each time she bent over to pick up the dropped articles that He would move nearer to her until His cock touched her ass. Ever the constant reminder that she still wore the plug.

Soon, all His discarded clothes were picked up and she went into the bathroom to place them in the hamper and to remove her apron. She had gotten used to the apron covering her nakedness from His intent gaze from the time Sir came home until now. She suddenly felt quite awkward as she walked out from the bathroom, wearing nothing; her nakedness displayed for His perusal.

She watched His eyes as she stood at the foot of His bed and debated whether she should attempt to cover herself or not. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment beneath her skin, but made no move to cover herself. She watched Sir's eyes move from her face downward, then slowly move back up to meet her eyes.

Sir beckoned her to come around to the side of the bed and begin to turn down His covers. She moved slowly as her eyes caught sight of His manhood sticking out from between the loose folds of His robe. She knew there was no way to avoid the soft contact with the smooth skin as she bent to move the covers down.

Rodger stepped back, just a little, so that Rachael could stand in front of him as she bent and began to turn down his bed. She bent low in front of him and this movement brought her ass in contact with the head of his cock as it stuck out from between the open front of his robe.

Rachael felt the heat radiating off Sir's skin, and the wetness leaking from the tip of His cock as she bent to pull down the covers and then fold them open so He could climb in between the cool sheets. She was not prepared for what He did next.

Rodger chose this precise moment, when her ass came in direct contact with his now hard and leaking cock, to reach out and push her upper body against his mattress. The suddenness of his action caused Rachael to almost scream. He brought his hand down quickly... making a loud smack against the cheek of her ass.

"Say nothing Pet. Don't scream, don't cry, and don't whimper. Just... be... still... and very quiet. Stay as you are."

She heard Sir open a drawer in the nightstand and begin to rummage in it. She had no idea what He could be searching for but she didn't want another smack like He'd just given her, so she remained still.

No words passed between them, but she felt a sudden coldness invade her filled asshole. She felt the skin quiver as He pulled her cheeks wide and her face felt flame hot as her embarrassment rose once again. She wasn't sure she liked being so exposed and open to Sir in this manner... but she also knew it was something she was going to have to get used to. She had no option.

She felt the cold liquid seep into her filled tightness and then she felt Sir's fingers begin to turn the base of the plug and realized that He'd put some liquid into her ass so He could remove this thing filling her. She felt the nerve endings begin to tingle as He moved the plug in small circular motions -- making certain her ass, and her hole, was wet enough for the plug to be pulled out without doing damage to her.

Sir had placed a hand square between her shoulder blades to hold her in this position -- with her ass in the air, bent over the side of His bed, her face pressed against His sheets. She was unable to still the movements of her hips as she felt His fingers caress the inner cheeks as they grasped hold of the base of the plug and began to extract it.

She felt more liquid, slightly warmer now, spill into her tight hole and she felt Sir slowly pull more out of her. She moved her head slightly so she was facing the bathroom door and ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them before she spoke.

"Please, Sir... please. Pull it out." She felt all movement stop. The next thing she felt was the stinging heat on her right ass cheek.

"Silence Pet! Not another word. Did I say you could speak?" 

Rodger's voice boomed in the silence of the bedroom, seeming to bounce off the walls as it echoed in Rachael's head.

"Because you spoke, without my permission, or without asking permission to speak, I want you to get on all fours, knees and elbows. Now! No, you may not stand up... you are to bend your knees and place them behind your elbows. I want your ass high in the air... and I want it in the air... Now!"

Rachael knew she'd made a mistake by begging Sir to remove it faster... and her right ass cheek was still stinging from His slap. She quickly pulled her knees up, one at a time, until they were almost touching her elbows. She couldn't stand and kneel first as Sir still had His hand between her shoulder blades, holding her body at a slanted angle. She stayed still and waited... barely breathing... for Sir's next move.

She felt the coldness before it registered on her mind what it was. The cold stung as it dripped down into her stretched anal cavity, and she could feel the skin begin to constrict around the firm fat plug. She knew she couldn't move and she knew that when Sir began to extract the plug again... this time it was going to hurt.

Rodger replaced the melting ice cube into the dish on top of the nightstand satisfied that Rachael was aware of what he was doing... and why. He replaced his now cold fingers against the base and began turning the plug as he extracted it ever so slowly. This would heighten her embarrassment while letting her know that she would not speak, in future, without his expressed permission.

He pulled the plug free of her ass and reached over to take the small cubes of ice and drop them into her now stretched-wide opening. He knew also, that when the time came to claim her ass and make it his... Rachael would be able to take all of him... completely.

Rachael very nearly cried out loud as she felt the ice cubes enter her sore, stretched-wide rectum. She felt the tears fill her eyes and spill out from beneath her lashes... but she also knew that she would not risk Sir's anger by making any more movements. She just had to let the tears flow... unchecked.

She felt Sir's breath against her the orb of her ass and felt the wetness of His lips. Then she felt His fingertips gently pat that same cheek as He told her she could put her legs down and stand up now.

Rachael stood before Sir... silent; but she could feel the heat infusing her face. She did not look directly at Sir, she focused her eyes on the windows in the wall opposite His bed as the tears continued to fall.

"Go get dressed and go home now Pet. As I said, get a good night of sleep and be here at your usual time tomorrow morning. When you come to me in the morning, I want you to wear a skirt and a comfortable blouse. You may wear underclothes, but I want you to bring a pair of heels.

"Why you might ask. Simple. We're going on a shopping trip tomorrow and I don't want you to wear jeans or loose-fitting clothes like you normally do when you come to clean. We will be doing some more training tomorrow."

"Good night Pet. Do as you're told in the morning. I'll see you then."

She was dismissed... just like that. 

Rachael turned and went into the spare bedroom across the hall to dress. She silently went down the stairs, turned off the living room lights from the switch by the door, and then stepping out... closed it behind her.

Morning came, bright and early. Rachael had arisen earlier than usual today. She had showered and washed her hair and was at the breakfast table in her cozy kitchen enjoying her English muffins and coffee before she got dressed to return to Sir's.

Memories of last night in His bedroom made her face flame red again. She couldn't recall a time when she'd been so embarrassed or humiliated. She had half a thought to tell Sir she would not be staying today... nor would she be returning any time in the near future... but the remembered feel of His hand in the middle of her back, holding her still, released a plethora of butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Him touching her in other intimate ways.

She wanted what the touch of His hands promised. All night long she'd felt His touch on her and in her again and again. Visions of Him played in her mind... she imagined what He would feel like as His hardness pressed deep inside her. She woke more than once to find that her inner thighs were wet and she had an aching need centered in the middle of her womanhood. That ache had to be appeased. She had to know what Sir felt like inside her.

Shaking her head and clearing it of her daydreams, she rose to put her dishes in the sink... she'd do them tonight when she got back home... then casting a glance at the clock on the microwave... she ran down the hall to dress. If she didn't get a move on quickly and hurry, she'd be late arriving at Sir's. And a late arrival would mean another spanking.

'Almost worth being late for... Almost.' She absently rubbed the cheek of her ass in memory of His touch.

This thought made her grin as she went into her bedroom to put on the clothes she had carefully laid out after she'd made her bed just a short while ago. 

She slid her feet into the satin ballet shoes she wore as house slippers, grabbed her black heels and hurried into the living room to grab her keys and purse. She had less than fifty minutes to be at Sir's -- on time -- and he was up in the foothills of town... thirty miles away.

Crossing town at this hour usually was bumper-to-bumper... but today, thankfully, Rachael lucked out. As she pulled between the front gates at the base of the drive of Sir's house, she glanced down at her watch and saw that she'd just manage to be on time when she got out of the car and walked to the base of the front steps.

The front door swung open just as Rachael reached the top stair and was reaching out to knock. Startled, she quickly pulled her hand back and moved instead to tuck in the back of her blouse, which had come out from the waistband of her skirt.

"Good Morning Pet. Right on time, as usual, I see." Rodger looked at her empty hands, his question written clearly upon his features.

"Where are your heels, girl? I don't see them in your hand." The intensity of his gaze drilled into Rachael's eyes.

"They're in the car Sir. Not wanting to be even a minute late... I was going to knock on the door to let You know I was here and then grab the shoes before we left. Is that alright?" Her eyes darted over Rodger's features taking in everything, missing nothing.

"Yes Pet, that's fine." A smile lit Sir's face and Rachael relaxed... a little. She still didn't know what was in store, or what Sir had in mind for the day.

"I was just finishing my coffee while I was waiting for you Pet. Will you join me? We can make a list of things We need, then we'll go."

Rodger didn't wait for Rachael's answer but turned instead back toward the kitchen expecting her to follow in his wake. She quickly fell in step behind Him, got a mug from the cupboard, filled it and added sugar, then sat down at her place at the table. 

She noted that paper and pen was already on the table when she sat down. So, picking up the pen in her right hand, she picked up her coffee with her left and waited for Sir to begin speaking.

"Ready when You are Sir. Where are we going today?" Her eagerness was showing she knew. But, she couldn't help it.


Rachael's Awakening Ch. 02



Rodger laughed and his grin remained as he began to talk and tell Rachael what he had in mind and exactly where they would be going.

"Well Pet... we're going to a number of places... and most of them, all except one, are in the mall. Ready to start writing?" 

He looked over at her and at her nod, continued. 

"Good. First place we're going to is: Frederick's of Hollywood. We're going to buy you some appropriate underwear Pet. Your thongs are nice and all... but they are not going to be appropriate for what I have in mind.

"So... before we continue with the list, and before we leave here... I want you to go up to the spare room and undress. Take off everything... then come back to me. Quickly. Go."

"Yes Sir." 

As Rachael hurried across the living room carpet, and ran up the stairs, she wished desperately that she hadn't put her apron from the night before into the laundry hamper in Sir's bathroom. But... she had... and she knew that he'd want her to be wearing nothing when she came back down to the kitchen.

The spare bedroom was at the top of the stairs, so she hurried in, got out of her clothes, carefully hanging up her blouse and left her skirt laid out on the bed... then turned and went back down to the kitchen.

Rodger watched as Rachael came down the stairs, her big breasts bouncing as she hurried. She stopped next to her chair and at his nod, she sat down, trying to fight the urge to cover herself... still not comfortable with her nakedness and felt the blush infuse her skin as it had last night.

"Good. You were quicker about doing my bidding today. I like your eagerness Pet. It shows a willingness to make me happy. Now, for our next stop. Hmmm... tell me Pet... what size are your breasts?"

Rachael felt the heat in her face rise at Sir's question. No one had ever asked her how big her breasts were before. She swallowed softly, wet her dry lips, and looked up at Sir's face as she answered.

"38D's Sir." She drew on her lower lip and bit it to keep it from trembling.

"That is as I thought Pet. The second place we'll be going to is: Victoria's Secret. We'll find everything I want you to get there if they don't have it at the first stop. You will take your heels with you at this stop. You will put your slippers into the extra bag and then put them inside the bag from the first shop.

"I want you... no, I expect you to buy boy shorts once there. These 'shorts' will show the lower portions of your ass cheeks which I expect to be visible at all times when you are with me. I don't care where we are, or who might be with us or around us. 

"If I want to see, or feel, your ass... I fully expect to be able to." Rodger didn't wait for Rachael's reply... he just went right on as if he hadn't said a word.

"While we're at the second stop, I want you to buy some strapless bras, some bras with cross-straps, and some g-strings. At the end of our shopping trips, when we get back here, you will go back upstairs, get undressed again, and you will put all the lingerie away, except what I tell you to put on, in one of the two lingerie chests that we will buy at Pier 1 before we come home. 

"Then, everything that's long and flowing that we buy at Frederick's will be hung on the satin hangers, and put in the closet in that room. In the other lingerie chest, you will put whatever undergarments I buy you from the first stop.

"There will be one more stop that is made between Pier 1 and home. It will be a surprise. The only thing I want you to know, now... before we leave, is... that whatever I get from this place... will be worn by you... when I demand it."

Rachael gave a quick nod to show she understood what Sir had said.

"Good. Now, get up and come stand by me. Be quick about it."

She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak... because she was too embarrassed. Sir was going to buy her a wardrobe of clothes and under-things and lord only knew what else. 

And... as He'd been speaking, as He had in one of her half-remembered dreams from last night... she was aware of the wetness that had seeped out of her onto the chair seat. 

She hadn't heard Sir's command to come stand beside Him. When His hand slapped against the tabletop, she jumped... completely startled. 

"I said get up and come stand by me. Didn't you hear me? Were you wool-gathering Pet?"

"I-I-I'm sorry Sir. Yes Sir... I mean No, Sir... I wasn't..." 

Rachael quickly stood up and walked round the end of the table and stood next to Sir's chair. She could feel the slickness between her thighs and she knew she was soaking wet. She had discovered yesterday that there was something about Sir that made her wet for him... soaking wet... always.

Sir was sitting forward in His chair as she approached Him. He locked His gaze with hers as she stepped forward. Saying nothing, Sir beckoned her closer until her sodden sex was just inches from the finger He was moving, drawing her ever closer to Him.

"Stop. That's close enough. Spread your legs wide and open your sex to me again as you did yesterday. I want to inspect you. Do not grip yourself closed; girl... that will only make me put two fingers into you instead of one. 

"Learn this first of my commands now and remember it. You are never to forget it. You will not like my consequence if you should forget it. 

"When I say, "Stand, spread, and open" ... you are to do just that... immediately. You will stop whatever it is you are doing, turn to face me, spread your legs then open your sex as wide as you can for me to see, and feel inside. I will use this command at any time, in any place, around any body.

"When we are in the car going any where, I will shorten it to, "Spread and open". I will expect your same immediate reaction. Do I make myself clear Pet? Do you have a problem with this command?"

Rachael stood, spread and opened wide as Sir asked her these questions. She knew her answer would be 'no'... because she knew... deep inside... that she wanted His touch, how ever He would give it to her. She kept her eyes locked on her Master's as she spoke. 

"You are very clear Sir. And no Sir... I have no problem with your commands."

Rodger's smile beamed his pleasure with the woman who stood, spread and opened, before him. The musky aroma of her sex was drawing him closer to her body. What an enticing chit she was. Innocence and sexiness poured forth when she was around him. 

He knew he had to go slow with Rachael... this was all so new to her. He had been able to go faster with Becca because she had been in the lifestyle almost as long as Rodger had and she knew what he wanted and when he wanted... no, demanded... both of her and from her. But Rachael was not Becca... thank God.

Rachael felt Sir's hands begin to caress her soft ass cheeks as He pulled her closer. She moved forward as His palms caressed the smooth skin and started to make those lazy, soft circles that gave her gooseflesh and made her asshole ache. She had been surprised yesterday when the cold ice had stopped stinging and how quickly her stretched ass had tightened up once again.

Rodger slowly slid a finger back and forth along the length of Rachael's wet crevice. He started at the slick clit and went slowly back to her puckered hole -- then came forward only to go back again. 

He could feel her thighs quiver each time he touched her clit or her tight hole. He heard the soft groan deep in her throat and felt her hips move under his hands.

"Oh please... Sir..." She spoke so softly he almost didn't hear the words.

"Please what, my pretty Pet? Say what you want. This is your lesson for today. You are to learn to speak to me and tell me what you want. So... tell me what you want Pet. I want to hear you speak it."

He continued with his digital torment while he waited for her to speak. He watched her lids drop closed, shading her eyes from him. He watched as her head dropped back and her hair cascaded down the middle of her back. 

Rachael's hair looked like Dark Chocolate as it spilled down her spine. Rodger sucked in a deep breath to keep from grabbing the rich brown tresses and holding onto them as he filled her hot wet sex with his hard cock.

He reached up and pulled her hair, hard... then as his finger came forward, he pinched her swelling clit. He knew this would bring her back from wherever she'd gone to. Her head promptly came forward and her eyes flew open as she stared at him 

"I told you I wanted to hear what it was you wanted. You haven't told me yet, little one. Tell me, or I will cease what I am doing."

"T-t-touch in-inside m-me... please, Sir." 

Her mouth felt like cotton and her tongue seemed to stick to the roof of her mouth. She had gotten so lost in the pleasure of Sir's touch that she almost couldn't speak.

Rodger withdrew his hands... deciding instead, to leave her in a state of want and confusion.

"Perhaps later, Pet. Right now, I want you to go back up and get re-dressed. The only difference this time is... I want you to leave your panties off. You are not to wear any when we go out."

He brought his right hand to his mouth, quickly wet the pads of all four fingers, then after turning her toward the living room, he stood up and leaned against her back... making sure to fit his hard cock against and into the crack of her ass. Then he brought his hand down, letting his wet fingertips barely graze her skin. She flinched... just as he knew she would.

"Do you like what you feel Pet? Do you want more of what you had last night? Do not answer me now... think on these questions while we shop and answer me once we are home. Perhaps I will have a surprise for you later... and perhaps not. That will be for me to decide.

"Go up and dress now. Just remember... no panties. I want to be able to touch you when and if I feel like it... and I don't want anything to get in my way of seeking my enjoyment of you... or having my way with you."

Before he let her go, he let his hand glide down from her hip and lightly graze the furry patch of hair that covered her pussy from his sight. He touched her clit and felt her jump as he held her against him. Swiftly he tightened his hold across her chest and pushed two fingers between her sodden lower lips and into her wetness. 

Giving her two quick finger-fucks, he withdrew his fingers as swiftly as he'd inserted them then... turning her around to face him... he brought his fingers to her lips. His eyes were glued to hers.

"Taste yourself Pet. I want to watch... and this will be something I expect of you and from you in time. I like to watch my ladies pleasure themselves then taste of it after. Open your lips so I may insert my fingers. Then I want to watch you as you clean them."

She stiffly opened her mouth and Sir slid her juice-coated fingers between her lips and then she closed her lips around them.

"Suck them clean Pet. Then, I want you to open your mouth so I can watch your tongue bathe them. When you are done, you will go up and dress and then come back down to me. 

"Before we leave, you will be expected to pleasure your pussy... but you may not cum while you stand here in the house. I want to watch you masturbate your clit.

"If I don't like how you do it... I will bend down and pinch your clit again. Then you will start over again. If I still don't like how you do it... you will be made to walk out of the house and into my car where you will sit, with your legs spread, and masturbate for me. You may cum, but only half, before we reach the mall.

"Now... go dress... and be quick. We must be on our way."



Rachael's Awakening Ch. 03



Dedication: Thank You Sir, for the deliciously evil ideas you have suggested I use in this chapter. Each new idea helps to make Rodger more believable, and turns Rachael's training up another notch to a new level. To My Muse... Thank You for being there, and Thank You for your continued support. I couldn't have done this story without either one of You.

Foreshadowing: Rodger has told Rachael they are going shopping, so she needed to get re-dressed. She reaches Sir's side just as he hangs up the wall phone in the kitchen. Rachael is totally unaware of just how Sir has planned to step up her training during their shopping adventures.

*

Rodger watched Rachael walk across the living room carpet as he hung up the receiver of the intercom phone. He was just finishing a call to Bradford, the chauffeur, instructing him to bring the limo around so he and Miss Rachael, as Bradford called her, could embark on their shopping trip. 

When Rachael had gone upstairs to get re-dressed, minus her panties as Sir instructed, Rodger had finished two shopping lists of his own. One he would give to Rachael once they were inside the mall, and the other he would keep in the pocket of his jacket until they got to the last stop before coming back home. 

The limo horn sounded once, and Rodger ushered Rachael from the kitchen, through the living room, opened the front door and moved to stand on the top step outside the front door of the house. Bradford was standing with the rear passenger door open as Rodger nodded to Rachael to get in and then he followed. The door closed soundly, and soon the driver's door opened and then closed.

"To Pierpont Mall, please Bradford. We're going to make a semi-day of it." 

Bradford met Rodger's eyes in the rear-view mirror; nodded once, and then pressed the overhead button to raise the security panel that was between the front and back seats. It slid up into place silently, giving a cocoon-like feel to those in the back seat. 

Rachael felt as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs... and almost as jumpy. Every nerve in her body seemed to have a life of its own, and she was scared as hell... having no idea what was going to happen next... but she knew something was going to happen; she just didn't know when. She didn't have long to wait.

"Champagne, Pet," Rodger said as he handed her an already half-filled glass. "Don't think about saying 'no' Pet. It wasn't a question. I know you are nervous, and I want you at ease. I have chosen this opportunity to move up some of the finer points of your training schedule during the trip.

"I need to know a few details Pet. My questions are of a highly personal nature, true; but you have no choice but to answer me." He quickly drew a breath then fired his first question.

"Pet? Have you ever had a man's erect cock in you before? If not, I will presume that to mean you are still a virgin." 

Rodger gave Rachael a full on gaze, letting her feel the impact of his words as he raised an elegantly trimmed brow in emphasis to his statement.

"Well Pet... answer me. Don't keep me waiting."

Rachael very nearly choked on her swallow of the golden, throat-chilling liquid. She was so taken by surprise at Sir's questions, she could only stare at Him and shake her head as she felt her throat grow numb as the liquid slid down.

"I am confused Pet. Are you saying 'no' to my "still a virgin" statement; or to my question about "ever having an erect cock inside you before"? Which is it?"

"Y-y-yes, I am still a virgin," she stammered.

"And no Sir. I've never had a man's erect cock in me before. I was raised to wait until I was married to experience that... Sir."

"Hmmm." He gave but a moment's thought to her reply, and then fired a third question.

"Pet, since you've never had a man's hard cock enter your pussy before; have you ever taken his hard cock into your mouth and sucked him until he climaxed?"

Rachael felt her face suffuse with heat and knew she must have bright red spots on her cheeks. She could only sit and stare at Sir as she felt herself grow damp at His question, and tried to get into a more comfortable position without having Sir notice... but she didn't quite make it.

His right hand shot out and grabbed her leg, tightly, just above the knee. His Ice Blue eyes drilled into her Blue Topaz ones as Rachael sat, frozen in position.

"Turn, face me, spread and open Pet. Now!" 

Sir took the near-empty champagne flute out of the girl's numb fingers just a second before her body jumped at the sternness in his command. He watched as she turned to face him, spread her legs apart and pull the lips of her pussy wide open as she exposed the pink interior to his view. Rachael knew His inspection was coming next, but she was not prepared for what would come after that.

Roger put his hand between Rachael's legs and shoved two fingers into her open pussy. His fingers immediately sank past the second knuckle of both fingers and into the pool of wetness he knew he would find inside her opening. He had smelled her arousal when he had asked her if she had ever sucked a man's cock until he climaxed, and was very pleased when she said she had not. He would be the first for her. He would claim her as his in more ways than one.

Rachael's back arched as she drew air deeply into her lungs through her nose; and her head threatened to fall back when she felt Sir's fingers begin to move inside her. She knew she was wet and Sir's fingers were only serving to make her wetter. She felt a groan building deep in her throat, but she also knew she couldn't let it slip without Sir's permission.

She felt Sir's breath, hot on her neck as his voice whispered against the shell of her ear.

"You may groan, and speak, Pet. I know you want to."

She merely nodded, and felt the hair brush against her ear as the waves of pleasure crashed their way through her body and she could hear the little noises His fingers were making as they moved in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Her head fell back and she felt the groan building deep in her throat and she let it slip between her pink rouged lips and she whispered softly.

"Oh God! Yes! More... please Sir!" 

The rest of her breath was expelled in a deep, long, soft; sigh as she felt her wetness begin to increase and start to flow. She felt the gooseflesh rise on her thighs and a tingling sensation went down her legs to her feet and back up again as she felt her hips begin to respond to the movement of Sir's fingers.

She startled when the intercom that had been installed in the ceiling of the back seat, crackled to life and she heard Bradford's soft tones announce that the Mall was in sight and they would be at the main entrance shortly.

Her insides cringed as Sir quickly withdrew his fingers from inside her wetness, and then using his left hand, pressed the button next to the speaker and responded. He quickly dipped his hands into the melted ice in the champagne bucket and dried his fingertips on the linen napkin that had covered the bottle.

"Make yourself presentable Pet. I wanted you in a state of arousal for there is one more thing I want to do before we exit the car."

Rodger suddenly pulled Rachael forward and over his lap, lifting the back of her skirt so the soft cheeks of her ass were exposed before him. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew the plastic bag he had secreted in there early this morning after he'd sterilized the medium-sized butt plug he had used last night.

"Reach back and pull your cheeks apart Pet. Yes, that one more thing is that hated butt plug I put in you last night. You are to wear it again while we're shopping. You will be wearing it for at least two hours today; and if you are good while you are wearing it, I will remove it at our last stop before we reach home."

Rachael reached back with her left hand and pulled at her left cheek until Sir told her to stop; that was far enough. Next thing she felt was the cold droplets of the liquid lube Sir had used when He removed that plug from her last night. Then she felt Sir's finger press against her resistance until He could lube inside her.

She tried not to move or clench or freeze when she felt Sir begin to push the plug into the center of her dark place. But she couldn't help it. She still wasn't used to it and she felt the smack before she heard it as she tightened up as Sir pushed and the tip of the plug slid into her and was slowly followed by the rest of the body of it.

She winced when she felt the stretching caused by the rounded part of the bulb as Sir pushed it the rest of the way inside until only the base was all that showed as a way of showing she wore anything. But only she and Sir would know it was there.

"All right Pet. Get up and sit down as you let that feeling of fullness begin to spread through your ass. You didn't take it as well as you should have. 

"As this is only your second time wearing it, you will get better at taking it into you and in time you will look forward to it and will be able to wear it for longer periods of time."

Rodger dipped his hands into the bucket of melted ice, and then dried them on the napkin again and this time dropped it to the floor next to his feet. He poured them each another half glass of the golden liquid and handed Rachael hers.

"Drink it Pet, all of it. I don't want to see any left in your glass this time."

Rodger drained his glass just as the intercom crackled again and Bradford advised him that they were at the north entrance. Rodger thanked him and then turned and took the empty glass from Rachael, placing them both in the bucket. The back door opened and he stepped out as Bradford reached in to hand Rachael out.

"Bradford, while we're in here shopping, will you go to Kelly's and get two bottles of their best imported champagne? Oh yes, and one more bucket please; and put extra ice in the little fridge in back. I would greatly appreciate it."

He pulled back the sleeve of his jacket, exposing his left wrist, and looked at his watch and then back at the chauffeur.

"Meet us back here in three hours. On your way back here, would you mind stopping at Pier 1 and getting two of their 7-drawer lingerie chests, 4 boxes of satin hangers in white, 12 of their scented pillar candles, in graduated sizes, and get some scented potpourri that is the same as the candles... and have them charge it to my account please? 

"If they have questions about your signing for me, have them call my cell. But I really don't think there should be any problems. Then meet us back here as we'll have need of your assistance carrying the bags back to the car."

Bradford tipped his hat at Rodger as his way of saying he understood, moved to get back behind the wheel, closed the door and drove off.

Stepping up next to Rachael, Rodger ran his hand down the back of her skirt and gently patted her ass through the material. Her head swirled around as if to say something, then, remembering her position, she closed her mouth and fell into step next to Rodger as they entered through the revolving mall doors.

"Where are we headed first, Sir?" Rachael asked.

Her voice shook slightly and her words were filled with trepidation. She was aware that today... starting with this shopping trip... marked the start of a whole new life and that she would never again be a so-called 'innocent'.

"Over here Pet... to Fredrick's." 

Rodger smiled down at Rachael as he spoke... more as a way to reassure her that everything was going to be all right. This was to be the start of a joint adventure, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed the ride as well as all the benefits that went with being owned by him... and of being his, and his alone.

He reached out, pulled slightly on the glass door handle, and held the door opened as Rachael stepped inside first and then he followed. As he stood close behind her, he chose this moment to deliberately lift the hem of her skirt, ever so slightly, and reach down and caress the bare cheek of her ass. He felt her startle at the soft contact, but knew she would say nothing. Not here. She would not make a scene... she would wait until they were alone and out of earshot of others. 

When they entered the store, an elegantly dressed saleslady came across the Mauve Berber carpet to the couple and addressed Rodger by name. Rachael watched the woman as she came toward them; quietly envying the stride that had confidence written in every step, and the cat-like grace of the tall woman.

"Rodger Black! How nice to see you again. It has been a while." She held out her hand and Rodger took it gently in his large one and shook it warmly.

"Hello Sam. How are you? Yes, it has been a while. How are Robert and the kids doing?" While Rodger's smile was easy and warm and he and the saleslady made small talk... his hand never left the cheek of Rachael's ass. Since she could not react or move, without drawing attention to what was happening under her skirt, she could only stand there and be mute. The sudden mention of her name brought her wandering attention back to the present.

"Rachael? This is Samantha... We shorten it and all call her Sam. Samantha? Meet Rachael. She is my new girl."

As Samantha extended her hand to the young woman at Rodger's side, her finely arched eyebrows shot up in surprise as the words 'new girl' registered in her brain because she was just about to ask after Rebecca, but saw a small furrowing between Rodger's brows and opted to remain silent.

"What can I do for you today Rodger? What are you in need of?" Samantha smiled as she spoke; and she was, once again, the consummate professional person that others knew her to be. 

No one in the store, or in the mall for that matter, had any idea that on the weekends... this stately Titian-haired woman was Domme Octavia; no one except those privy to the lifestyle that is.

"We need 16 pair of crotch less panties; 8 pair of fishnet stockings; both large net and small net styles; 4 peek-a-boo bras, 38D if in stock. If not, we'll place a special order for them. We also need 3 Brushing robes in white, red, and royal purple. I also want to see the Teddy's, with garters, that match the robes. Put anything else you can think of that she would like into the dressing room. 

"Now take Rachael with you and start getting her things while I follow behind. I will either nod or shake my head at the items you choose until we have a substantial selection. Then we will need your largest and most private of dressing rooms. I will want a private showing of the clothes you have chosen."

With a small pat to her bare ass, Rodger sent Rachael on her way to scurry off to catch up with Samantha and he followed a few paces behind. He watched the ladies as they moved around the store and could occasionally hear Samantha slipping into Domme Octavia role when he guessed that Rachael had said 'no' to something she'd held up for perusal.

Ten minutes later he watched Samantha and Rachael head for the back dressing room. Rodger walked back to the dressing room when Samantha came from behind the sheer curtain that had been drawn across the opening to the large back room. As Rodger drew abreast of Samantha, the elegant woman extended her hand and placed it against his lower arm as she spoke in a low voice.

"I do not know where you found her, or what her status is with you... but... if you ever find yourself getting tired of her... send her to me. She's divine! Has she been established in the lifestyle long? Her manners are impeccable! And I noticed that you are training her to feel full. Very wise."

Rodger's laugh came from low in his throat as he assured Samantha that Rachael worked for him, as his housekeeper... a status that would, he hoped, soon be changing... permanently. No, he didn't see himself getting tired of her any time soon; Yes, she was divine and he knew it. And, finally... No, she had never been established in the lifestyle, at all, until recently... at his insistence... and yes, he was training her to get used to feeling full...

Patting the stately woman's arm, which was still resting on his, he moved off toward the dressing room and the young woman within who was awaiting his arrival. His grin widened and his eyes sparkled as he announced he was coming in, opened the door and stepped inside the large room. He then turned; closed, and locked the dressing room door. This would insure the privacy he needed to move Rachael's training up, yet another, unexpected, notch.

As Rodger turned from the door he unbuttoned the middle button of his jacket and then moved across the wide room to the big armchair and sat down. He then motioned for Rachael to get undressed and model the items he had approved of as she and the saleslady had moved around the store. He sat back in the chair and extended his legs out in front of him and proceeded to watch Rachael as she began to unbutton her blouse and then unzip her skirt.

"Put on the Royal Purple Teddy and Brushing Robe, Pet. Then, slip into your heels and come over to me. Are you keeping that plug from slipping, or do I need to push it in some more again?" His grin sent sparks along her veins and made her blood feel as if it was boiling as it flowed through her.

She quickly stepped out of her skirt and shrugged out of the blouse. She then stepped into the Teddy then slid her arms through the silky sleeves of the robe. She was just about to reach for the belt to loosely tie it when Sir stopped her by just clearing his throat. She looked up at him immediately and he slowly shook his head as He beckoned her over to him.

"Bend and undo my belt, Pet. Then, when I stand up, reach up and unzip my pants, then reach inside and pull my cock out. I then want you to come forward a little more and get down on your knees, between my legs, and begin to pull my cock toward your mouth. This will place your mouth at the perfect height... level with my cock. 

"Let the robe fall behind you, Pet. I don't want you leaving drips on it... and I don't want it getting stained from your first time giving your Master a blowjob. But do one thing for me before you start."

Rodger quickly stood up, and Rachael reached up, with shaking fingers, and slid the zipper of Sir's pants down. Rodger was not wearing any underwear today and he knew Rachael would go pink when he let his pants fall into a pool around his ankles. Then, he shrugged out of his jacket and placed it over the back of the chair he'd been sitting in. As he turned, he noticed, quite pleasantly, that his cock was only bare inches from Rachael's pink lips. 

"Open your mouth Pet, and do not close it until I tell you. Now, lower your head until I can see your lips cover the head of my cock. Then, you will gently close your lips -- keeping your teeth open and letting the length of my cock rest along the middle of your tongue. You will then place one hand on my testicles and the other will close over the base of the shaft of my cock and you will begin taking it into your mouth and then pulling back... just slightly.

"As you bring your head forward, I will push more of the shaft of my cock between your lips and you will begin to move your tongue around and over the head of my cock. This will make it grow and get harder as you slide your mouth up and down my shaft. Do not, under any circumstance, move your head unless I tell you.

"This will be one of many things I will want you to do... at any time. We could be going out, or we could just be at home. We may be in a gathering of people who are also in the lifestyle. Sometimes I may be verbal about my wishes, other times I will not."

Rodger quickly entwined his fingers into Rachael's hair and pulled her head forward. He made her take half of his cock in that one move and she gagged just a little. He pushed again and felt the back of her throat open and he pulled her head down tight against his groin... making her hold all of his cock in her mouth while it was still semi-soft, but he was hardening.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 03



Rachael felt Sir's fingers entwine themselves in her hair as He pulled her head forward and pushed in and then began to slide back; push in and slide back. Each in-stroke was a little deeper than the one before and the hold He had on her hair began to tighten as He pulled her head down on his cock as he began to move His cock in and out of her mouth.

"Let your jaw loosen and push your tongue more forward Pet."

Rodger had the fingers of both hands entwined into Rachael's Deep Chocolate locks as he slowly eased back and pulled his cock from between her lips and then sat down.

"Using your tongue, Pet, swipe the pre-cum from the head. I want to watch you take your first taste of me."

Her tongue felt like velvet against the tip of his cock and he groaned loudly as he watched her salve his pre-cum over the entire head of his cock. The touches of her tongue were tentative and unsure at first, but as her confidence grew she moved her tongue more expertly. 

"Stop Pet. Let me stand... then place your hands on the cheeks of my ass and knead them as you gently suck my testicles. I want you to come to a half-stand in front of me. Raise only your ass child, but do not lose the suction you have on my testicles. Open your legs Pet and spread them wide."

Rachael did as told and tried not to let her knees buckle when Sir slid his hand up along her inner thigh. She tried not to quiver when she felt a finger brush against the swelling lips of her pussy, followed closely by a loud smack to her ass cheek.

"I said to open your mouth wider, Pet, and then re-close your lips around the head of my cock again. I want you to clean the leakage from the head of my cock. I also want you to swallow it. This is something else you will have to get used to."

Rodger entwined his fingers into Rachael's hair again, not wanting to let her go. As he tightened his hold of her hair, he began to move in and out of her mouth again... making her take his entire length on each in-stroke. In spite of her inexperience, and her newness to the lifestyle; not to mention to the demands he was placing on her... she had no idea how quickly her innocence and lack of guile was taking him to the edge. 

Not until he stopped her by pulling his cock completely from her mouth. 

"Look at me Pet. If I empty my cock in your mouth and make you swallow my load, will you get sick? I cannot, and will not, have you getting sick here on the dressing room floor. And as you are still a virgin, I will not have your first time be on the floor of a store dressing room. That only leaves one place for me to empty into, and you will have to take it."

Rodger quickly looked at his watch and then at Rachael's face. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her face was drained of color. He saw that the "one place" he had been referring to had registered with her. He looked down at Rachael, who was still kneeling in front of the chair he'd been sitting in, and without hesitation, he held out his right hand to help her stand.

As much as Rodger wanted to take her here, in this large dressing room, right now... he also knew she wasn't ready for him yet. She would have to take him orally and he would have to make her take all of him.

"Open your mouth Pet." He was sterner then he meant to be, but his cock was hard and his testicles were hurting. This combination always made him more cross then he ever meant to be.

"You will have to take me this way, ready or not. Say nothing, do nothing, just let me move in and out of your mouth until I tell you to begin swallowing. You will swallow fast and you will swallow all of what I empty into the back of your throat. When I am done and you begin to feel me go soft, you may begin to pull me from your mouth. 

"You must clean me as you pull me out. I will not accept 'no' for an answer; nor will I let you stop if you gag.

"Get used to it girl. It will become part of the way of life you wanted to learn about... and you are going to learn it first hand... and that is by doing and being exposed to it. Now, open your mouth and suck my cock back into your mouth and prepare it. I want your mouth as wet as I have found your pussy lately. 

"But rest assured, that however wet it has been, is not nearly as wet as I will make it in times to come. And when that time arrives, and your pussy is soaking wet and ready to receive me... I will take your virginity and claim your pussy as mine.

"Now, open your mouth and begin sucking my cock back to hardness again." Rodger's order was not to be disobeyed and his tone was one Rachael had never heard, before today.

She dutifully opened her mouth and then closed her lips around the base of the head of Sir's cock. She made an "o" as Sir had said to do and she felt his cock begin to move in and out of her mouth. When it went in, Sir would grab hold of her hair and push his cock deep into her throat. 

Then He would pull it back, until she felt the ridge along the base of the head against the inside of her lips, and then He would push back into the depths of her mouth yet again. She could feel an occasional twitch or jump; or the thick firm skin would throb or pump against her lips and she would feel a small amount of warm liquid ooze onto her tongue.

When she felt the liquid, Sir would tell her to swallow and then bathe the head of his cock with her tongue and then he would pull on her hair and push his cock deeper into her mouth. He continued pushing until the tip touched the back of her throat. She moved one hand up to cradle Sir's testicles and the other grasped the base of his cock.

He was moving her head back and forth by her hair, and the movements were getting faster and faster and Sir's breaths were getting shorter and shorter. Suddenly there was a quick throb and just as Sir groaned deep in his chest, she felt the first shot of hot liquid hit the back of her throat.

Her first impulse was to pull away, but Sir had such a tight hold of her hair that he pulled her head forward. By doing this, it pushed his cock all the way against the back of her throat.

"Swallow it Pet," came the order in a short breath. 

"Swallow it and keep on swallowing until I stop shooting." Sir groaned low and long as the hot jets spilled down her throat, never once landing on her tongue.

The jets soon subsided and Sir's breathing slowly began to return to normal, and Rachael had lost the urge to gag. She discovered that she enjoyed being held captive by his hands and made to take his cock in her mouth until he would release in her mouth. She also discovered that it wasn't as bad as she had thought it might, or would, be.

She slowly released his now soft cock from between her lips, cleaning it as she removed it... as per His earlier instructions. When she pulled the head from between her lips, she let her tongue take one last swipe across the droplet of liquid that rested atop the slit in the tip of Sir's cock. 

Rodger's eyes were glowing as he looked down at the girl who was still kneeling in front of him. He extended a hand to help her stand and he held her hands until she was steady enough to stand on her own. He felt very pleased with how she did for her first time. He had emptied himself into her... and she had taken it all. With no gagging!

"Get dressed now Pet. We must hurry on and finish the rest of our shopping trip. I am very pleased with how your first training session went. You did surprise me... quite pleasantly I might add. I will wait out in the shoppe for you, so be quick. Take the Teddy off Pet and hand me the robe from behind you."

As she bent to retrieve the robe from the floor, she felt Sir slip two fingers into her sodden and sopping front entrance. Her pussy gripped tightly along the fingers that pushed in and out of her wetness, aware that she wanted to feel Sir's cock sliding deep into her moist center soon. 

Rodger swiftly removed his fingers and watched Rachael's plug-filled ass as she bent to retrieve the discarded robe, stepped out of the Teddy, and then handed him both items.

Rodger quickly raised the musk-scented fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. Then he took the items into his arms and opening the door, silently moved toward the front of the shoppe leaving Rachael alone to get dressed. She hurriedly dressed and followed in Sir's wake.

"We'll come back and chat another time Sam. Thank you for your help. I am very pleased with the results of the shopping."

With that, Rodger placed his hand against Rachael's bare ass and patted it... making sure that Samantha was watching this time. Giving the stately woman a broad smile, he then placed his hand at the small of Rachael's back, gave a wink, and moved toward the door and then out into the crowded mall and on to the next store.



Rachael's Awakening Ch. 04



I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. It has been a sheer joy to write.

Rodger and Rachael walked out of Fredrick's and headed west toward their next stop, which was Victoria's Secret. As their time was limited, as a result of Rachael's first time service of Rodger's needs... Rodger kept a quick pace that Rachael was struggling to keep up with. Finally, she just stopped walking... which was almost a sprint... in a vain attempt to keep up.

"Sir? Sir! Please. Can we slow down just a bit and get some water? My throat is very dry from walking so fast." Rachael stopped and leaned against the railing along the side of the walkway and tried to catch her breath.

Rodger turned around when he realized that Rachael was no longer at his side, and saw her leaning against the railing. He hastened back to her as a frown began to etch its place between his thick brows.

"What do you mean by not asking me to walk slower Pet?" Rodger had brought his head close to Rachael's as he spoke.

"I did Sir, but you did not hear me." 

Rachael found that she had bristled slightly at Rodger's tone as she turned her head to face him as she also spoke in low tones. There were couples with small children standing close to them on either side, and it would not do to be overheard.

"I didn't mean to rush you Rachael. Are you all right? Would you like some ice water? Never mind child, don't answer. I'll be right back Pet. Wait here."

Rachael only nodded as Sir went over to the nearest juice bar, just a few steps away, and came back with a medium cup of ice water. She saw the amount of ice in the cup and tried to hide the shiver that ran up her spine as she thanked Sir and then drank deeply of the cold water.

The shiver she tried to hide was from the memory of last night... when Sir had removed the plug she was wearing and had placed some of ice cubes inside her dark place in order to speed its re-constriction and return to normal size. Another shiver ran through her as she remembered how the cubes had felt and the cold temp of the water as they melted. 

She instinctively clenched the cheeks of her bare ass together under cover of her skirt as that feeling came back to her and as she heard Sir's low soft chuckle, thus convincing her that he had remembered it also.

"Feeling better now Pet? Shall we continue on? We still have a lot of shopping to do here, and there is one more place at which we will be stopping before we reach the house again." Rodger grinned widely, almost wickedly one might say, as he thought of the evening he was planning.

At her nod, Rodger took the cup of ice from her hand and then gently took hold of Rachael's elbow and the couple leisurely strolled the few remaining feet to the well-known ladies intimate apparel store.

A young sales woman, about Rachael's age, approached the couple and correctly assumed that Rodger was the one to whom she should speak first. She asked how she could be of assistance, or did Sir have specific needs. Rachael, feeling a bit put off by this chit's attitude of dismissal, cleared her throat as she prepared to speak.

"Excuse me, Miss...?" 

That was as far as Rachael got before Rodger grabbed her arm, just above the right elbow and ushered her into the nearest dressing room. His fury was marked on his face, and barely contained in the low words he spoke.

"Do not ever interrupt me like that again! Do you hear me? You are never to just speak out unless you are spoken to directly... by anyone. I see I should have started with the most basic of basics. I was hoping I could have passed them by. Apparently I was wrong.

"You will wait here while I do the shopping. When I return, you will model everything for me and have nothing to say about my choices for you. Now, turn around and present your backside to me." 

Rodger's back was ramrod straight as he stood and watched as Rachael turned around, presenting her backside to him. As she stood before him, he turned the dressing room chair around. Then, bending his head slightly, he spoke in a low ominous tone against her ear.

"Assume the position Pet. And put your ass high in the air. Make no noise or utterance of any kind... for if you do, I will take off my belt and your bare ass will feel it."

He stood up and then slipped his hand into the pocket on the right side of his jacket and withdrew the plastic baggy he'd put in there earlier in the day. He reached in and pulled the tube of lube out and uncapped it.

"Spread your cheeks open Pet, and pull them wide until I tell you to let go. The lube is cold... so do not clench until I say you can."

Rachael only nodded, fearing to so much as answer with a soft 'yes sir'. She felt hot tears falling, but she could do nothing but let them fall onto the chair seat. She felt the cold lube coat around the base of the butt plug and begin to trickle inside so it could aid in the plug's easy removal.

She felt Sir tug on the base, and she instinctively clenched the muscles in her ass cheeks. Rodger brought his hand down swiftly against one cheek and she felt the heat radiate from the smack. She felt more cold liquid as it seeped into her stretched and aching anus and then she felt the plug being slowly... agonizingly slowly... removed. 

First it was pulled out just a bit then she felt Sir push it back into her. She then felt the bulbous end moving in and out of her anus... letting it close slightly and then being re-stretched as it opened as he pulled back on the base. Rodger pulled and pushed the plug in and out a few more times before he decided it was time to completely remove it.

Rodger pulled on the base of the plug and watched as the bulbous part began to slip out of Pet's ass again. He had looked at his watch when they entered the dressing room and realized that she had been wearing it for almost two hours. It was time to remove it and he thought of a way not only to remove it in the time frame he had allotted for her to get used to wearing it... but also as a way to discourage any more unseemly outbursts as the one that had happened out front.

He poured more lube around the rim of Rachael's stretched anus and waited just a minute or two while it slid inside in order to ease the removal of the rest of the plug. He placed his left palm against her left cheek and pulled the plug the rest of the way out. He then wrapped it and quickly placed it, and the tube of lube into the baggy and put it back in his pocket; then he reached for the cup of ice he had brought in with them.

"Be still Pet," is all he said.

He dropped a few of the cubes into Rachael's anus and then reached into the front pocket on the left side of his jacket and withdrew two foil-wrapped wet naps. He opened one and slowly wiped away the excess lube then wadded it up and placed it back in the foil package.

Patting her right ass cheek, Rodger then told her she could let go now and that she was to stand up, turn and face him. Letting go of her ass cheeks, she quickly stood and turned to face him, just as she had been told.

Rodger bent and placed a kiss on Rachael's face, put the other foil-wrapped wet nap in her hand, and then moved back until he once again stood at his 6 foot 4 inch height. His face showed his pleasure with Rachael and how well she had done.

"You did very well Pet, very well indeed. Now, while the ice helps to constrict that which has been stretched by the anal plug, you will need the wet nap in your hand to wipe the water with. As further punishment for speaking without my expressed permission, you will get undressed and wait for me to return with the things I select for you to try on."

With those words, Rodger turned and went out of the dressing room, closing the door behind him. He stood by the door for a few seconds to see how soon Rachael would do as told and start to get undressed. When he didn't hear any movement, he opened the door and stuck his head back in.

"Get undressed girl... now! And do be quick about it. I'll return shortly and you will model for me the items I select. Now get that blouse off before I step in and rip it off."

With those words ringing in her ears, Rachael quickly began to unbutton her blouse and then placed it over the back of the chair; then she unzipped and removed her skirt. Turning it inside out, she placed it over the seat of the chair and then sat back down to wait for Sir to return. 

'What am I doing walking through the mall, wearing no panties while a butt plug fills my ass? Have I lost my mind?' Rachael's mind raced as she sat there and she felt her face turn hot with embarrassment. 

'I have to admit that while it is not something I would normally do, it is a free feeling! And that doing so at Rodger's request, does make me feel excited.' 

Rachael shook her head to clear the thought and she was amazed to find that she didn't really mind doing as He requested. In fact, she felt nervous chills coursing through her body as the fact she was so 'accessible' to him registered. She also was discovering that she liked knowing He liked to touch her.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the dressing room door and when she did not answer, it opened and the young girl from earlier stepped in, her arms filled with lingerie. Rachael sat there, feeling more than just a little embarrassed, and watched in fascination while the sales girl put the items into neat piles on the bench that was in front of the mirror.

The girl turned and handed her a short terrycloth Brushing Robe. It had been at the bottom of the stack, folded so the man who had selected all these lovely items hadn't seen it. 

Rachael smiled her thanks at the young woman as she stood and slipped into it. Although she was wishing the chit would hurry up and leave, she was stunned at the array of items that were being set out, waiting to be tried on. She tied the sash on the robe, realizing as she did so, she was beginning to feel upset at Rodger for leaving her alone like this for so long. 

The sales girl straightened up after she placed the last item on the bench then turned around. She glanced at Rachael, smiled, and then exited the room, closing the door behind her. A few more minutes passed and this time there was a firmer knock on the door. 

This time Rachael got up from the chair, shrugged out of the robe then opened the door. There stood Sir, his arms filled with more items than Rachael could remember seeing, let alone daring to try on, for most of her days. 

She held out her arms as Sir opened his, letting the clothes spill everywhere. He then moved behind Rachael, dragging a now free hand across her shapely rear as he pulled the door closed behind him.

"Stand straight for me Pet. You have a beautifully shaped ass. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

Rachael stood straight and still as shivers ran through her body at Sir's touch. His compliment had caught her by surprise.

"No Sir. No one has ever said something like that. Thank You, Sir."

"Open your legs Pet. I want to see how wet you are."

Rachael promptly did as Sir asked and she felt that now familiar thrill shoot through her as his two fingers once again sank past the second knuckles when he inserted them into the pool of warm wetness he knew he'd find within her pussy. He breathed deeply as the musky aroma of her arousal wafted up to his nose. Her scent intoxicated him... it made him want more.

Just as Rachael was getting used to having Sir's fingers inside her, He quickly removed them and brought them up to her lips. With no words being spoken between them, she knew Sir was expecting her to open her mouth and suck her juices from his fingers. She immediately opened her mouth and waited while Rodger slipped them between her open lips, then she gently closed her lips around his fingers and began to run her tongue around, over, and between each finger.

Rachael had never before done anything like what Rodger was having her do. She had never even dreamt of tasting herself as she was doing now. As her tongue rolled over and under each finger, she watched as Rodger's eyes closed and a soft smile crossed his face. She was surprised to see this reaction; and that knowledge made her happy. She found the taste of her juices was not all that unpleasant. She was beginning to like it.

When she was done and he was satisfied, Rodger began to slowly pull his fingers from between her lips. This allowed her lips to gently kiss the tip of each finger before it left her mouth completely. Rodger smiled as he reached down to gently pinch the nipple of each breast. He marveled at how hard they were and knew Rachael was turned on.

"In time Pet," he spoke softly. "In time."

He quickly unbuttoned his sport coat and sat down on the chair Rachael had vacated when she had stood up to let him into the dressing room.

"I want to see the boy shorts on you first, Pet. There should be six or eight pair there, so show me each pair and I will decide which colors look best on you and we will buy those plus a few more in each of the best colors. 

"You will also find some Garter belts and stockings, not pantyhose, that are made to be worn specifically with suspender garments. I abhor pantyhose, so get used to not wearing them around me, or if/when we are going out. You are to wear the Teddy's with garters, or the Garter belts at all times. 

"And, very soon you will learn/be learning to sit in such a manner so I always have access to you. 

"Now, put on a Garter belt and stockings before you put on a pair of the boy shorts. I want to see how you will look if and when I tell you to only wear the Garter and stockings and nothing else. Let's get started shall we?"

Rachael quickly put on the Garter belt and attached a pair of the stockings. Then, she stepped into the first pair of boy shorts and turned to look back at her reflection. She was horrified at what she saw! The lower portions of both cheeks of her ass were visible and highly exposed! Her face suffused with a pink color and a warm glow.

Rodger, who was struggling to keep a straight face, lost it completely when he saw Rachael's expression in the dressing room mirror when she saw the cheeks of her bottom were so exposed. His laughter only served to make Rachael's embarrassment deepen, and she grew redder.

"Don't try and cover yourself Pet. It won't work. These shorts are cut and designed to show just what they're showing. Besides, I will want to touch or stroke your exposed cheeks at will. These 'shorts' allow me that privilege. 

"Now, step out of the red ones and then hand them to me. Then repeat the process with the black ones, the white, the blue, and finally the pink ones. I have sent the girl to see if she can find some in Burgundy, Fuchsia, and Lavender.

"And let's be quicker this time."

The next half hour passed quickly. Rodger decided on the black, blue, and the pink pairs; and decided against the red and the white ones. He stuck his head out of the dressing room door to hail the salesclerk to see if she had any luck in finding the other two colors. 

She came to the door and told Rodger she had secured the other three colors from boxes in the stock room, and as he nodded he told her to start a ticket. They were only just beginning.

The next hour flew by and the pile of clothes Sir was buying Rachael was growing. He purchased 12 pair of the boy shorts/booty shorts, lingerie bags for her stockings, 7 pair of thigh-high stockings, 4 more garter belts, 2 corsets, and a few bras! She tried not to be embarrassed, but the amount of money Sir would be dropping in this store was becoming staggering!

As another hour passed, Rodger told Rachael to leave the Garter and stockings on, put on her heels and get dressed because Bradford would be waiting outside the West doors by now. As Rachael stepped into her skirt, she was aware of how slick her inner thighs were as they rubbed together and she knew she was soaked inside. She slipped her silk blouse back on and buttoned it quickly, then hurried out to the sales floor to meet up with Sir.

As she came out of the dressing room area, she saw that Bradford was loaded down with bags and that he and Sir were waiting for her. She hurried her steps just a little bit and Rodger slipped his arm around her waist, ushering her in front of him and gave her a slight but gentle push toward the doors into the mall and toward the waiting car.

A light rain was falling as it had on the day when she first discovered that box on the floor of Sir's closet. She never thought that by looking into that box that she would find herself drawn into the world she suddenly found herself in. She didn't know whether to be scared, excited, nervous, or all of it in small degrees.

Rodger quickly ushered Rachael into the back then slid in next to her. They felt the car rock slightly as the trunk lid was firmly closed and then the front door opened. A blast of freezing air filled the car as Bradford slid in under the wheel and waited for Rodger's instruction. The powerful engine turned over and soon heat was felt against Rachael's ankles and she eased her legs toward it.

"All right Bradford; as you are aware of the last stop, let's step on it. We are running about a half hour behind, so I called from the store and Mikala is waiting, but will remain another forty-five minutes. Traffic permitting, we need to hurry so let's be off."

With that said, Rodger pressed the button over his head and the privacy panel slid up and into place. He reached forward and opened the refrigerator door in the mini-bar and took out the chilled bottle of champagne and popped the cork. He poured two glasses and without words, handed one to Rachael. Then he turned to face her and spoke softly.

"Well My Pet, did you enjoy the day so far? Tell me what you're thinking, please. I want to know."

Rachael quickly swallowed the mouthful of cold bubbly amber fluid before she spoke. She wanted to pick her words wisely; she didn't want to just blurt everything at once. She didn't think Sir would understand if she did.

"Well Sir, I can honestly say that I have never had anyone buy me such lovely clothes or lingerie. Or so much of it! Good heavens! I don't know where I'll wear it all! I am more than a bit flabbergasted by the amount of undergarments. I do want to know why You went to so much extravagance Sir. I do not know how I'll ever repay You. 

"Is this a common occurrence between Dom and sub? Is it customary or expected for a sub to be pantiless in public? Or to be wearing a butt plug in public? Is this something that all Dom's do? 

"As to my enjoying the day; yes, I did." 

At this point, Rachael had to lower her eyes as she felt the heat rise to the surface again and she was sure it showed on her face.

"Permission to speak freely Sir?" She waited for Rodger's reply, but he only nodded.

"There was one point that I enjoyed most of all and it surprises me still. I'm sure You know the point I'm referring to?" She cleared her throat before she continued again, and then took a long drink of champagne, almost draining the glass.

"I enjoyed having You cum in my mouth and throat Sir. It surprises me still just how much. I never dreamed I would ever do anything like that...let alone be able to do it. I was so afraid I would embarrass You or worse yet... disappoint You because, or if, I couldn't. 

"It became important to me to do it just right. I really wanted to please You. That was my only goal; my only thought."

Rodger suddenly leaned forward and took the empty glass from Rachael's fingers, and then he placed both of them in their pre-cut coasters on the bar top then turned to face the young woman at his side. Gathering Rachael into his arms, he pulled her into his lap and began to nuzzle his face along the side of her neck as he kissed the soft warm skin and his fingers began to undo the buttons of her silk blouse. Rodger pulled the blouse loose from the waistband of the skirt and after undoing all the buttons; he opened the silk blouse and exposed her bra-clad breasts to his gaze.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 04



He reached down and undid the hook front of Rachael's new bra and swept the bra cups to the sides of each breast. He looked up and saw that her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and her lower lip was caught and held in place by her upper teeth. Still he could see that she was trembling. 

Needing to see her eyes, he suddenly reached out and caught the nipple of her left breast between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it... hard. It got the reaction he wanted. Her head came up swiftly and her eyes opened fully. As she gazed at Rodger, he gazed back and as he saw his reflection in them, he saw that her blue eyes were passion-glazed.

"Rachael? Take hold of your left breast then lift it and offer your nipple to me. I want you to hold your breast until I tell you to let go. Will you do that please? You do not need to answer me verbally. Watching as you do as I ask will be answer enough... for now."

Rachael merely nodded as she took hold, a bit awkwardly, of her left breast, lifted it and offered the puckering bud on the end to the man beneath her. As she felt his lips close over the firming bud, her head fell backward again and a low groan, almost a growl, emitted from the middle of her throat.

She gasped aloud, barely catching the scream, as Rodger bit down on the now taut flesh that was in his mouth. He opened his teeth as he let go of the nipple and then grazed the soft flesh with the edges of his upper teeth and heard the swift indrawn shaky breath that Rachael took.

Rodger grazed his teeth across the taut flesh again and felt Rachael's body jump as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue then bit down again. It was more than Rachael could stand as a steady stream of mini-explosions went through her breast... beginning in her nipple and spreading like electrical shocks down to the center of her pussy.

She groaned low and long as her hips began to automatically rock to and fro. She struggled to lift her head, knowing she was going to have to beg Rodger to stop. She was afraid that if He continued with this oral onslaught and she didn't stop him now, she would cum where she sat.

"R-R-Rodger? Pl-please st-t-op!" 

At first her voice was soft and weak and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth because it was so dry. She tried again and her voice came out a little louder the second time.

"R-Rodger! Sir, please! Stop! I don't want to cum on your lap; it will leave a stain."

Rachael lightly tapped Rodger on the shoulder to gain his attention to her pleas. He let his teeth lightly graze the fully erect and taut bud as he lifted his head and let her nipple slide from his mouth and raised his eyes to meet her passion-filled ones. He waited a few minutes as he allowed the passion to subside before he spoke.

"Rachael, thank you for thinking about me and what would be best for now. We will resume this again, in a better time and place." He knew she wanted more; he knew he wanted more. But the back seat of the limo was not the time or place.

With hands that shook, he re-hooked her bra, and began to re-button her blouse. He did not move to tuck it in; and he stopped her hands as they moved to tuck it in. He wanted her to keep that dishelved just-had-sex look about her when they went in to Mikala's Toy Shoppe.

"No, Pet. Leave it out. Even though we know otherwise, I want the owner of our last stop to think we've been intimate on the way over. Now, reach above your head and press the button to lower the privacy shield please. We should have reached our destination by now."

Rachael did as Rodger asked and pressed the down button on the control panel above her head and as the shield started to lower she quickly sat down on her side of the seat. Rodger shook his head and patted the seat next to his left leg and spoke softly.

"When we are in the car you will always sit close to me. Remember when I said you would learn how to sit so that you are always accessible to me? Well my dear, those lessons start now. Sit next to me so that your right leg is pressed against my left one. 

"Always accessible doesn't necessarily mean that I can/will insert fingers into you. It does mean that I can always reach your pussy. I can touch to assure you are wet, play with your clit, or taste your wetness. I want just enough space between them so I can run two fingers down each side of your labia from your clitoris without having any obstructions or limitations. It also means that if I want to insert my fingers into your vagina, I can. 

"But first, take a clean napkin from the mini-bar and cover the car seat next to me with it. Then, you are to sit down on it, pulling your skirt up in the back before you sit. I don't want the skirt under you. Make certain that your thighs are far enough apart so that I can reach in and touch your most intimate areas without restriction. I want to see just how wet you are as a result of my biting, grazing, and sucking your nipple."

Rachael did as Rodger asked and leaned forward to get a napkin from the shelf under the mini-bar and then put it down on the seat next to where Rodger was sitting. Flipping the back hem of her skirt up, she tucked first one foot under her then brought up the other one; making sure that she parted her thighs widely and knelt above, and just barely on, the napkin. 

Rodger nodded his approval as he smiled and told Rachael she had pleased him. He was about to say more when he realized the car was pulling up to Mikala's Toy Shoppe. Without word one, he slipped his hand under Rachael's skirt and between her widely parted thighs. He could feel the heat of her against his hand and he smiled when his fingers found, and felt, her wet pussy.

He quickly ran his finger up her slit then pulled his hand from between her legs and moved it toward his mouth. Opening his lips and resting his finger against the end of his tongue, he then closed them around the end of his finger as he once again savored the sweet taste of the girl beside him. 

"You taste divine my dear. And once again I am pleased. Now, you may sit on the cloth as you move your feet from under you and slip them into your shoes. We have reached our final stop before we head home. Please grab your coat and hand it to me. You will need it when we step out. It looks as if the weather has turned nasty as we rode over."

Bradford held the door tightly as he felt the wind buffet against it and tried to slam it shut. Rodger stepped out and then leaned in to take Rachael's hand and aid her in slipping into her coat. The wind snapped Rachael's words away and she quickly put her arms into her coat as Bradford shut the door behind them. Rodger still held her hand as they made quick work of the steps and into the warm building.

Rachael began to unbutton her coat as she stood next to Rodger and her eyes wandered around the store, taking in all that she saw. She felt her eyes go wide and then wider still as she looked into the display cabinets that were filled with all sorts of "things". She didn't know what else to think of them as... yet. She had seen some of the items in that box she found in Rodger's closet, but she didn't know the names of them or what they were used for.

Rodger and Mikala had been talking as Rachael looked around. Some of what she saw made her feel her stomach go tight, while some of what she saw made her feel like she did whenever Rodger was near or said he was going to touch her. Some of the things made her, quite simply... wet. Very wet. She was sure that if she had had a pair of panties on, they would be sodden by now. She smiled to herself and was, for the second time today, enjoying that 'free' feeling of knowing she was not 'covered.'

"Rachael? Come over here girl. We need to get down to business and then let Mikala close the shoppe. She waited just for us." 

He quickly performed the introductions, identifying Rachael as his 'new girl' and Mikala nodded her head slowly. She eyed the young woman from head to toe and then wrote something down on a sheet of paper and handed it to Rodger. He nodded and smiled in return.

"Mikala? I want two collars, size 15. One will be for training, and the other will be for... later... when the time is right. I want the training collar to have a center ring only, but room for rings to be added later as, or if, needed. Please show us what you have. Come Rachael. We need to get you fitted for these."

The trio walked along the display cases at Rodger's left and soon Mikala stopped behind one. Rachael looked inside the case at all the different collars and felt her eyes widen at the array that were displayed there. There were some with pretty stones on them and some had designs. There were even some with little spikes on them. She hoped that Sir wasn't going to get one of those. 

She shivered as she felt the shudder ripple through her body, unaware that she had physically shivered until she felt Rodger's warm hand take her sudden cold one. He squeezed her fingers lightly and knew the pressure would make her turn her head to face him. Their eyes met and held as he slowly shook his head. He knew the spiked collars had scared her, and this was his way of assuring her that was not what he was buying.

"What about these Sir? This one seems to be our hottest item right now. I am having difficulty keeping it in stock." 

They both turned when Mikala spoke and Rachael couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face as she saw what this woman had put out on top of the display case. Mikala saw the smile that had spread across the face of the young woman who stood before her and knew she had chosen well. 

When she opened her mouth to speak, she directed her words to Rachael, but her eyes made and held contact with the man who stood next to her.

"It's called a "Kitty Collar," and comes in a wide variety of colors from Fuchsia to Rose. I think this narrow size would be best and not look as if your young woman didn't have any neck. I think the others are just too wide."

Rodger tended to agree with Mikala and stood just behind Rachael's left elbow, nodding. He then bent forward and picked out three of them. He chose one in Fuchsia, one in Rose, and the last one in Burgundy. He watched as Rachael's face lit up as he made his choices. 

"Three of them Sir?" She asked softly. "Why three?"

"I want you to have a different color as you progress in your training. Why don't you go have a look in that display case by the other wall? I'll join you over there shortly." Rodger waited as Rachael nodded and then turned and walked across to the other side of the shoppe.

He then pointed to a very pretty little collar that had a Celtic design, was rectangular in shape and green in color. It would be the perfect present... when the time was right. He told Mikala to put it in a box and wrap it while he went over to join Rachael. About five minutes passed before Mikala and two members of her staff joined them at the next display cabinet. Rodger pulled out his list and looked it over again and nodded.

"I hope you have everything I want Mikala. I really don't want to have to wait for any of these items to come in. Let's get started and see how much damage we can do to this list. Everyone ready?" At their nods, Rodger began reading off the list.

"I want the following items, please. I need:

2 sets of anal beads; the 3-in-1, and the gel pleasers

1 little stud pleasure anal plug in skin tone 

1 latex vibrating/inflatable probe

2 ball gags; a 1 inch and a 1 ¼ inch, both with a purple swirl

1 set of Ben-Wa balls 

3 crops; one with a narrow tip, one with a medium tip, and one with a wide tip. 

"Then from the back room, I need these items, please:

3 floggers; one of Bunny Fur, one of Cowhide with ¼-inch tails, and one of Deer leather with 5/8-inch tails. 

The staff members were rushing back and forth. One went to the stockroom, another went to the back room, and they soon returned to the counter where Rodger stood. He looked down at the growing pile in front of him, smiling approvingly.

"So far Mikala, you have been good to your word and I am pleased that it looks as if I will not have to go on your back order list. And now, I want you to find the following items and bring them back here, please. 

I need:

1 G-Vibe 

2 sets of labia clamps; one set must have a chain extension with a drop crystal bead 

2 sets of nipple clamps; one set with cushioned clips 

1 remote control vibe

3 16oz. bottles of lube

"And finally... I need:

1 vibrating double bullet. 

Rodger smiled as the pile of goodies and toys in front of him grew, and his smile broadened as he looked up and caught Rachael's expression of amazement, or was it shock? He wondered, but thought it advisable to wait until they were back in the car and headed home. 

As the last item he requested was placed with the others, he folded the list and returned it to his left jacket pocket with an audible sigh of satisfaction.

"That completes the list... for tonight, for now. Let's get a tally on these purchases so you, my dear Mikala, can send your staff home. It was getting sloppy out just before we pulled up. So, if your staff will put the purchases into bags, we'll be out of here for the night."

They completed the transaction quickly and with the shoppe's staff carrying the bags, Rodger thanked Mikala for waiting for them, then led the way to the car. He saw that Bradford had the trunk lid opened, so he quickly opened the rear door, ushered Rachael into the warm interior, climbed in behind her, and pulled the door closed. 

In the warmth of the quiet cocoon, Rodger felt the car being turned back down the main road and then heard the engine accelerate as Bradford headed for home. He looked out the window as the car sped along and realized, a little to his surprise, that the rain of this afternoon, which had given way to the sleet and hail shortly after they left the mall; had now changed to snow.

He glanced to his left and saw that Rachael was resting her head against the back seat and was trying to keep drifting off to sleep at bay. He looked down and smiled broadly when he saw the corners of the napkin she'd been told to sit on earlier were, once again, peeking out from under the hem of her skirt and he knew she had lifted it so she wouldn't sit on it. 

It had been a long day for her and she had done well with her training. She had pleased him with her eagerness; and she had taken all that he had given her, even though it was new and foreign, to her, without question. He glanced over at her again, and saw the even rise and fall of her chest and knew that sleep had finally won its battle. 

As the car turned off the beltway onto the quiet residential street that led up the hill to the gates at the end of his driveway, he leaned over and gently kissed Rachael's forehead and spoke her name softly so she didn't startle into wakefulness. He watched as the sooty fans of lashes swept upward as he pressed his lips to hers once more and he knew she was fully awake when her mouth slackened and opened under his. 

Tempted as he was to taste the confines of her mouth, he slowly lifted his head and broke the contact with her soft lips and let a smile fill his eyes and lift the corners of his mouth.

"Hello My little sleepy Pet. We're at the base of the drive, just inside the gates. Pretty soon we will be home and will be inside for the duration of the night. I'll have Bradford take all the bags up to the spare room once the car is parked in the garage. When he stops, you go on upstairs to your room and undress. 

"Once undressed, I want you to slip into the long robe you will find in your closet, then come down the hall to my room and please start the shower in my bathroom. You will find my long robe hanging from a hook on the back of my bedroom door. Take the robe in with you when you go in to start the water. 

"You will then disrobe and stand by the shower enclosure until I enter the room. You will then step into the shower first then step back as I join you."

"Yes Sir," was all Rachael said. 

The car slid into the garage and the door started closing as the engine was turned off. Rachael opened her door and spirited into the house. She was eager to do as Sir had asked, and wanted to make him proud of her.

She rushed up the stairs, her mind alive with thoughts that seemed to tumble around, one on top of another. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so many tingles going off at once; but she knew she was excited by the prospect of a shower with Rodger. She didn't know if she should be, so she made a quick mental note to ask him at some point as the evening progressed.

As she stripped out of her clothes, she found herself thinking about the phrase 'always accessible' and what it really meant. She dropped her clothes into the hamper in her bathroom, slid open the closet door, and grabbed the long terrycloth robe that was hanging inside. 

After she slipped her feet into the matching terry slippers, she ran down the hall into Rodger's bedroom, grabbed his robe from the back of the door then hurried across the floor of his bedroom, into the masculine bath beyond.

Untying the sash of her robe and shrugging out of it, she folded it and placed it on the end of the counter nearest the shower. Then, she neatly folded Rodger's robe and placed it on the counter next to hers. After stepping out of the slippers, she moved back to the shower enclosure, started the water as Rodger had instructed, then stood by the side and waited for him to appear.

When she heard him whistling as he came down the landing, she realized she was shaking. Whether from cold or anticipation, she wasn't sure. But her insides felt as if they were all jangled and her mind was whirling as those two words, "always accessible", played over and over in her head. 

The water was just beginning to produce clouds of steam that had started to billow as Rodger's nude form entered the bathroom. Rachael took His arrival as her cue to step inside the shower. She stepped in and then waited for Rodger to step in and join her. He stepped in quickly, reached for his soap-on-a-rope, then turned and handed it to her.

"Rachael? You will start with the back of my neck then you will move to my shoulders and down each arm. You will then wash up the inside of my arms to my pits and then down my back, to just past my waist and then stop. At that point, hand me back the soap and turn behind you for the shampoo and conditioner. You will then wash my hair, rinse it and condition it; and then I will hand you back the soap.

"You will then proceed to rinse the conditioner from my hair, turning me so as to remove all traces of it. You will then take the soap and begin to wash my ass cheeks. You will do both cheeks first. Then, you will lather your hands and wash between my cheeks. You will wash my asshole, rinse me off with the spray, and then move forward to wash between my legs then rinse me again with the spray.

"I will then turn around and you will wash from my throat, across my shoulders and forearms and then rinse me off. You will then lather your hands and wash my entire chest, belly, my penis, my balls and between my legs making certain to get under my ball sac. You will then rinse me completely from my head to between my legs, being certain to use the spray between my legs, under my penis and around the sac.

"Making a lather for the third time, you will then bend in front of me and wash both legs from the crease at my hips down to my ankles. Then you will rinse me once again from my head to my ankles. I will then take the soap and lather up my body scrubber and hand it to you. You will then sit on the shower floor and wash my feet, one at a time; tops, then toes, and then bottoms.

"When you have rinsed me completely and for the last time, I will then move you under the water, wet you down completely, then begin by washing your hair. I will wash it twice, rinsing it twice then I will add conditioner and let it stay in as I wash the rest of your body.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 04



"As I wash your body, you will stand with your feet and legs spread. Even in the shower you must be always accessible to me. Once I have taken your virginity, and you are used to having my penis inside you, I will be fucking you in the shower. You will never know if it will be the morning shower when we first wake up... or if it will be the nighttime shower before bed. It may even be during both.

"Not tonight, but in the near future, there will be another ritual that will occur at some point during our showers. Now, come stand in front of me while I rinse your hair and then I will wash your body as you did mine. The only difference will be that I will not use soap when I wash your vagina. I will give you a douche in just a few minutes and you will hold it in until I tell you to let it go."

Rodger's hands felt good on Rachael's body as he washed her and then rinsed her. She felt her insides quiver when she felt him insert first one soapy finger into her ass and then slowly insert a second. She was unable to stop the movement of her hips as she felt him move his fingers in and out of her dark place and he pressed his thumb against her clit. She ground her hips against his fingers and then jutted her hips back as he moved and touched, moved and touched.

She was not prepared for the sensation of cold as he filled her vagina with the liquid from the douche. She knew she was wet when he moved to insert the tip of the nozzle and felt it slide up inside her. She hadn't realized that she was so slick until Rodger said something to her.

He then washed between her legs as he made her hold the liquid inside and then rinsed her off. Within a few seconds, he stood behind her, gently patted a cheek of her ass and told her she could release the liquid and then he would rinse her inside with the spray and then one more time down her legs.

"All right Pet, step out and grab the big towel. Wrap a small one around your head then reposition yourself at the door, with the towel ready as I step out. You will dry me off as you washed me... then I will dry you. When we are dry, you will grab my robe and hold it as I slip into it. 

"Once I have tied the sash, you may slip into your robe and slippers and then we will go down and see about a light supper, which you will fix as I lay and set a fire. Then we will bring our meal into the living room and eat and talk as we sit in front of the fire. "Since it's snowing now, you will be staying here tonight. I do not want to have to worry about your driving across town at this hour."

The two robe-clad figures went down the stairs and headed for the kitchen as the evening stretched out before them. 



Rachael's Awakening Ch. 05



As they stepped down from the last tread of the stairs, Rodger gave a gentle pat to Rachael's rear, turned to his left and moved across the living room carpet toward the fireplace where he bent to start to lay the fire. Rachael stood still as she watched Rodger move from her side and across the living room.

She turned to her right, crossed the entry hall and went through the formal dining room and into the kitchen beyond. In no time, or so it seemed, she had dinner under way and almost ready. She had been so engrossed with the preparations that she hadn't even noticed Rodger's passing through the kitchen, where he went into the garage and then returned to the living room.

She made a Chicken Won Ton Salad for herself, and pan-seared a lovely quarter of fresh Tuna for Rodger. She went down to the wine cellar, picked out a nice Riesling; knowing that it would compliment both the chicken and the tuna... then she returned to the kitchen and started the butternut squash and made melon slices to be served before a desert of poached apples and pears that would be served over angel food cake with scoops of vanilla ice cream on top.

When the chicken, tuna, squash, and melon slices were ready, she loaded up the two-tiered food trolley, got glasses for the wine, grabbed the corkscrew out of the utility drawer, the bottle of wine and then backed out of the kitchen, into the dining room... turned around, then headed for the living room.

As she entered the room, she noted that the end table lamps that flanked the sofa had been dimmed; the table in front of the sofa had been cleared off and set... and a pair of taper candles had been lit. She also noted that Rodger had scattered pillows around the floor in front of the fireplace and that the raised hearth was alight with small candles.

Rodger stood up as Rachael entered and moved to the coffee table where he waited as Rachael moved the dishes from the trolley to the tabletop. As she placed the last dish down, then moved to put the wine and corkscrew by where he would sit; she moved to pass behind him and he reached out and caught her arm, pulling her toward him until she was pressed against his side. She looked up at his face, her eyes wide as she feared she had moved wrongly or placed something incorrectly. She made a quick perusal of the table.

"No, Pet. It is not the table. You have moved efficiently and the table is impeccably set. This is about another matter entirely. I will make this short and sweet. When I am finished speaking, I want you to bend over the end of the sofa in much the same manner you did when you bent over the chair in the kitchen last night. 

"I will move quickly and there will be very little, if any, pain this evening. Now... assume the position as you did last night, and do it quickly, please."

Rodger withdrew the remote controlled vibrating double bullet, a tube of lube, and a latex glove from the pocket of his robe and moved to stand behind Rachael. He quickly flipped up the back of her robe, exposing her ass to his gaze. Normally he would insist that his girl hold herself open for him. Tonight, if he wanted to eat dinner while it was still hot, he did not have that luxury.

He put on the glove, opened the lube, and then spread the cheeks of Rachael's ass with one hand. He then squeezed a few drops of lube against the middle of her puckered center, and placed one of bullets against the lubed area. Pushing slowly, he watched the bullet probe slide into her easily and with no pain. 

His hands then moved lower and parted the lips of her pussy, exposing the pink center of her vagina. He quickly inserted the other bullet then stood... patting a cheek of Rachael's ass as he did. He then closed the lube and put it back in the pocket of his robe, pulled off the glove then cleared his throat before he spoke.

"All right my dear. It's in. I have chosen the remote controlled double bullet for you to wear tonight; and as you can feel... one bullet is in your ass and the other bullet is in your pussy. The remote for it is in my robe pocket. Tonight will mark the start to a new level to your training.

"At each evening meal, starting tonight, you will be required to wear the double bullet, and you will maintain your composure while eating. You may stand straight now. If you look on the floor between table and sofa, you will see I have placed a towel down for you. As you have a bullet in your pussy and your ass, note that the towel has been folded in half and placed length-wise. 

"In future, when we are ready to sit down for our evening meal... before you sit, you will flip the end of your robe up and your ass will touch the towel when you sit. You are never to sit on your robe... which is something you already know... just as you don't sit on your skirt when we are out together, or here at home."

Rachael nodded as Rodger explained and when she finally sat down, it was then that she noticed the piece of wire that was exposed and hanging between her legs. Just as she opened her mouth to ask Rodger about it, she felt the vibrations shoot up the channel of her ass and then up her spine. 

Her head shot up as both her ass and her pussy constricted and gripped the probes that he had inserted inside her. She knew she could not, or should not; show any outward sign that her composure had been broken... so she quickly lowered her eyes to her plate and began to enjoy her Chicken Salad. She was just about to take a sip of wine when the probe, which had been inserted in her pussy, began to vibrate, very nearly causing her to drop her glass. 

She held the stem as lightly as she could and swallowed the sip of wine, then speared a slice of melon and cut it into small bite size pieces. Just as she went to place her knife across the edge of her plate, the probe in her ass vibrated again... only this time it was longer and stronger. She clenched her ass tightly as the intrusive probe vibrated within her and she clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks in an effort to find some ease from the sensations that were rocketing through her stomach and her pussy as well, 

She felt the small river of liquid seep from the center of her sex, and she felt a sudden urge for the bathroom. What she didn't know is if she should ask to be excused, or, should she just rise, say her 'excuse me Sir,' and run upstairs. Her indecision must have registered in her expression because she felt the probe in her pussy suddenly begin to vibrate and send the signals for relief against the walls of her vagina. She couldn't wait another minute.

She started to rise and as she did, she looked Rodger directly in the eye, and spoke softly.

"Sir? If You will excuse me please... I shall return shortly."

Rodger's expression did not change. His eyes were bright and a half-smile lifted the corners of his lips as he spoke.

"You will sit back down girl, and finish your meal. I know why you want to be excused, and the answer, for now, is 'no'. If you cannot learn to control your bodily functions when a single vibrating probe has been inserted in your vagina and your ass... how do you plan on controlling those functions either during future training sessions or during the nights when I finally have my penis inside you?"

Rachael was just about to speak when she felt both probes begin to vibrate and then the sensations began to increase with intensity. She felt that if she didn't go soon, she was going to pee herself.

'And to do that, would ruin the mood and the evening,' she thought, 'and it would also be embarrassing to both of us,' her thought concluded. 

The tip of Rachael's tongue slid between her lips to wet them and she swallowed the rising retort she felt building, and replied softly to Rodger's question as she lowered herself back to the now damp towel, remembering to flip the hem of her robe up just before she sat. 

"I know I am new to this Sir, and that my body, and things that I normally may have taken for granted before; are things that You now have control of or over. In future, I will make it a practice to use the bathroom before our evening meal, so I hopefully won't feel the need to be excused.

"I just wish I had known You were going to be introducing me to this double bullet tonight, for I most surely would have gone right after our shower. And when I am here, I will, in future, make sure to go before it is time for bed. I have no wish to embarrass either one of us; nor do I wish to have a mess to clean in the mornings."

Rachael put her napkin back in her lap, lifted her fork and then began to finish the rest of her Chicken Salad and sliced melon. She made a mental note that Rodger was oddly quiet during the remainder of the meal and had re-filled her wine glass before he began to finish the excellently done Tuna.

"Rachael..." 

The one word, spoken softly, made her jump slightly. She hadn't realized that she had been sitting there and waiting for Rodger to say... something... anything... as they each finished their respective dinners. She looked up at him and felt warmth suffuse her face.

"Yes Sir?" She slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

"If you are done with your plate, would you like to clear the table while I stoke the fire? And then you may, after you rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher, use the downstairs bathroom off the kitchen. You will remove the probes before you sit. 

"When you are done, I then want you to wipe twice. You are then to take wet a cloth and wash your clit, the exterior of your pussy, and then your ass... then wash the probes, and finally, your hands. You will then bring the probes, and the dessert, back with you.

"Now, clear the table, please."

Rodger rose and moved to the fireplace. He opened the screen as he heard the dishes being collected and placed on the trolley as he added fresh wood and a few pinecones. Soon the fire was crackling and snapping as the scent of cedar filled the room. He heard the water running in the kitchen and then he soon heard the toilet.

He was smiling as Rachael returned with the dessert and clean plates and cutlery. She served his plate first, and then placed her plate where she had been sitting. This time, she remained standing as she held out her open hand to Rodger. He noted, as his smile broadened, that the double bullet was in the center of her palm.

Smiling, he then turned from the hearth and took the bullet from her hand. She automatically lifted the hem of her robe as she turned to present her ass to him once again. She then leaned forward, placing her hands flat on the table in front of her and moved her feet apart until they were square with her shoulders.

"Do you need to have your ass re-lubed Rachael? Or is there still lube from earlier left in your ass?" He stood close to her so she could feel the heat from his body against her bare back and ass. He knew that feeling him this close unnerved her and it caught her just a little off balance when she felt his robe brush against her exposed ass.

"No Sir, I do not need to be re-lubed. I did as You instructed and only washed the exterior of my dark place... not the interior. But I did wash the interior and exterior of my pussy; as You told me to do."

"Good girl. Now, push your ass toward me so I may re-insert one bullet." Rodger's free hand caressed the cheeks of Rachael's bare ass. He loved feeling the soft skin, which his hands had had the pleasure of warming a few times. He felt her quiver as he touched her, and he felt his cock respond with a jump as he ran his thumb over the puckered skin of her dark center.

He took a deep breath and stepped back just a little. He could not rush this; she was not ready to have her ass fucked. He wanted to take her virginity first... it was the most gentlemanly thing to do... and it was the right way to initiate her into sex... be it vaginal or anal. He patted the cheek of her ass as he slid the probe into her puckered center.

"Rachael? Stand now, and then turn around and face me please." She quickly did as he asked.

"I want to know; will it ruin your dessert if it gets a little cold?" He asked her in a soft voice. The tone sent shivers scooting along her veins and the nerves in her stomach felt like butterflies.

"Th -- th - the cake might get stale Sir; and, the ice cream will surely melt... so I guess it might ruin it Sir, depending on your definition of the word 'ruin'... in this instance. Why do You ask?" Her brow furrowed as she asked her question, and Rodger decided that after dessert would be time enough to begin the next phase of the girl's training.

"Never mind Rachael. We'll eat dessert now, and then you may clear all the dishes. I want you to leave the wine and our glasses. Don't forget to start the dishwasher before you come back to me."

"Yes Sir, as you wish." 

Rachael then sat back down across from Rodger and they ate their dessert in relative silence. Rodger poured the last of the wine into both glasses and put the empty bottle onto the tea trolley so it would be disposed of when the dessert dishes were taken into the kitchen.

"Rachael... that was an excellent dinner and dessert. If you are finished, why don't you collect the dishes and then finish up in the kitchen so you can return and we can enjoy the fire, and the rest of the evening. I noticed earlier that it is still snowing out and based on our earlier discussion, we decided that you would be staying here tonight.

"Now, if you will take care of what needs to be done in the kitchen, I will use that same amount of time to get a little work done." Rodger's tone was slightly more dismissive than he had intended... and he knew he wouldn't be able to get any work done while his mind was actively thinking about Rachael.

She quickly gathered up the dishes and cutlery, then made swift work of clearing off the coffee table before she went into the kitchen to do her final clean up of the evening and to start the dishwasher. 

She silently left the living room, stopping to put the candlesticks back on the dining room table, the placemats in the sideboard, then turning around, she pushed open the door into the kitchen and pulled the trolley in after her, letting the door swing closed behind her. As she put the dishes into the sink, the door stopped its swinging and then was still.

In the living room, as the fire snapped and popped behind him, Rodger stood at one of the windows looking out at the blanket of snow that covered the front lawn. He glanced skyward to watch the flakes that were still falling harder than when they had first arrived home from their outing.

Their outing... images of Rachael and how she had looked as she had modeled the lingerie he bought her today kept playing over and over in his mind. Most prominent was the image of her penis-filled mouth as she gave him her first blowjob.

She had taken all his cum when he emptied himself into her, without spilling a drop. It flashed across his brain again and he felt his cock quiver and jump as he remembered the feel of her tongue salving the pre-cum across the head of his cock. 

His cock jumped again as he remembered holding her head captive by her hair as he emptied his cock into her throat.

He groaned low and knew the thoughts were going to continue unfolding.

'You've denied yourself long enough, old chum. You know you're going to do what must be done... pain be damned. You've restrained yourself for far too long. You've been patient, and you've given her time to get used to the idea. 

'Now is the time for action. Tonight is the time to take what you've been denying yourself. You will not wait until her virginity has been taken.' His thoughts caught him off guard, but he knew he had reached his decision. 

"It will be tonight... I will not deny myself any longer." 

Rodger hadn't realized that he'd spoken the words aloud as he let the sheer curtain panel drop back into place and he began to go around the room turning off all the lights that had been on low and lighting candles and moving them to the low coffee table in front of the sofa.

His penis and balls were aching, and the nerves were jumping in his stomach. He continued to set the stage as he took the tube of lube out of his robe pocket, placed it on the table, then tossed the sofa pillows onto the floor then placed the bag from Mikala's near the pile of pillows.

All was in readiness and he nodded to himself with satisfaction; as he smiled and finished setting the stage. Rodger was going to make Rachael ask; no, better yet... beg, for him to shove his cock into her ass. She was going to want it when he was done toying with her ass. She knew it would be coming; she just didn't know when it was going to happen.

He had just shifted the logs before adding fresh ones and a few more pinecones as Rachael came back into the room. She took in Rodger's back, as it bent and flexed at his task of adding new logs and then threw a few pinecones into the flickering flames. She realized that she liked watching him as he moved about; the movements were solid and sure... with nothing wasted.

"Would You like me to bring another bottle of Riesling, Sir?" She spoke softly because she didn't want to startle him.

Rodger turned to face Rachael when she spoke and he took in her appearance as he watched her approach to where he stood. A simple black cloth headband held her hair back, her robe was loosely tied and gaped open slightly, exposing the cleft between her breasts. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he spoke.

"No dear, but thank you. Come here to me and let's sit on the floor and enjoy the fire." He undid the loosely tied sash of his robe and dropped it where he stood. As Rachael came to stand in front of him, he untied the sash of her robe and slid it from her shoulders then draped it over the arm of the sofa.

"I like it when you stand naked in front of me. For the next week when you are here by yourself, I want you to get used to wearing nothing at all while you work. Then the week after that, I want you to get used to wearing the garter belt and stockings... nothing more... while you work. Is that clear?"

Rachael felt her embarrassment skim along her veins and begin to warm her skin where the cool air touched her and made gooseflesh rise on her arms. She tried to keep her breathing even as Rodger told her what the expected mode of dress, or undress, would be for the next two weeks.

Rodger reached out and softly stroked the areola of her right breast, barely touching the skin. This made the right nipple become fully erect. It never ceased to amaze him how that would happen... just from the touch of his fingers... and he moved to the same to the left breast before he spoke again.

"Is there a problem my dear girl? You have not answered me yet. Do you not understand me? Do you have a problem with doing as I have said you will do? What is it?"

"N-n-nothing Sir. It is just that I am not used to being naked during the day when I work that is all. To be naked, just because You tell me to be, is foreign to me. I do not mean to give the impression that I will not do as You say, I will. It will take me a little time getting used to doing it."

Rodger nodded, but said nothing, at first. He thought over what Rachael had said and then spoke again.

"I hear what you are saying, and I will make this change. You may wear clothes while you work, but no panties or bra... only the garter belt and stockings. I will call you when I am about fifteen minutes out from the house and you will then go up to your room. 

"I want you to undress quickly, leave the clothes on the bed, and I want you to be in the kitchen starting or checking on dinner when you hear the garage door open. Can you work with that change?"

Rachael smiled at his words, silently knowing that Rodger was not one to make compromises. At least, not usually, it would depend on how the request for a compromise was worded before he would decide on it. She gave him a direct gaze as she nodded her head and spoke her 'thank you' softly.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 05



The logs snapped and popped, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. It had sounded so loud that Rachael jumped, felt the gooseflesh rise again, and then shivered. She then felt Rodger's hand glide down her arm to her hand, which he took a light hold of as he guided her down until she felt her towel with her free hand.

"Ssshh, girl. It's ok." Rodger's voice whispered into her ear as she felt his body move closer to hers. 

She could feel her sex grow wet as his hands moved up her arms from her wrists to her shoulders and then down between them. She could feel the heat from his body against her back as she was pulled back against his chest.

"Before you sit, get on all fours for me, please." His voice still had that husky edge, but he had spoken softly versus the low whisper of just a few minutes ago. 

Rodger gently pushed against Rachael's back then with his hand, he nudged her legs apart. His fingers found the wire that extended from Rachael's vagina and slowly pulled the bullet probes free from their hiding places.

"Thank You, Sir," Rachael said softly.

"You are welcome, my dear. Now, I would like you to get comfy on these pillows, but make certain that your towel is under you." Rodger placed the vibrating double bullet on the cloth next to the lube.

He picked up the bag from Mikala's, pulled it open, found the bag he wanted, then put it back under the coffee table... but near enough to him so he could reach for something else if he wanted to use it.

"Rachael? Sit up please. I need you to do something for me."

She rose to her knees, mindful that her towel was under her as it should be; then she turned her face up to Rodger's.

"Yes Sir?" She asked softly.

"You need to pick one of these for me to place on you to indicate that the first stage of intense training has begun." 

Rachael looked down at Rodger's hands and saw that he was holding the three Kitty Collars from the last stop they had made earlier in the day. She reached out and picked up the Pink collar, which she then handed to Rodger.

"This one please Sir," She looked into his eyes as she handed him the collar, then moved her hands to her neck and lifted the heavy tresses of Dark Chocolate Brown hair and held the weight tight against her head as she felt Rodger move close against her again as he fastened the collar around the slim column of her throat.

"A lovely choice, my dear girl. Start with the palest of the three, and then go up in color so the Burgundy one represents the last stage. Hmm, I like the way you think. I see you have already moved your hair up and out of the way. Good." 

He smiled as he opened the package and took the collar out. He moved closer to Rachael so she could feel the effect her innocence had on him. He wanted her to know that the blind faith she showed, as well as the level of trust she had in him, made him realize that he had chosen well. 

These last few months since Becca's betrayal had been worth the wait. He was behind her now and he pressed his body fully against her back. He noted how nicely his cock fitted against the crack of her ass as he pulled the collar toward him so he could clasp it closed. He pulled the soft pink leather through the clip and placed the little hook into the next to the last notch; then slid it through the bottom part of the buckle.

"You may let your hair drop down Rachael. Next, I want you to turn and face me." He waited while Rachael let her hair drop and then turned so she was facing him. 

He realized that with his back to the fire, this position put his face in full shadow. He would be able to see every change of expression on her face while she would be unable to see his. It was how he wanted it... for now.

"Rachael, we are about to embark on a new phase in our relationship and I need to know that you are willing to accept whatever I do, understanding that it will be done in a way to make your new life better. Do you understand?

"Do you willingly bind yourself to me, and only me? Do you willingly give me the gift of your submissiveness? Do you have any qualms about this?"

"Yes, I am willing to accept that whatever You do, from tonight forward, will be done as a way to make my new life better. Yes, I understand." Her voice was clear and steady when she spoke, any trace of nerves or possible nervousness was gone.

"Yes, I willingly give you the gift of my submissiveness and know that by so doing, I am binding myself to You, and only You. And no Sir, I have no qualms whatsoever."

"Good. Thank you for the gifts you have given me. I will treasure them. Now, I will add a few more logs while you get comfortable among the pillows. Make sure that your towel is under your puss, please."

Rodger got up, moved to the raised hearth, and then reached for the screen. He moved it aside and began to add a few logs. He tossed in the Cinnamon scented pinecones this time, as he wanted Rachael to enjoy the rest of what was coming. He knew he was delaying what he'd made up his mind to do. He wanted to build the need within Rachael. 

He put the screen back in place and turned to face the girl who now wore her first training collar. He smiled as the pink stones caught the firelight and winked back at him through the flowing strands of her hair. 

He felt his cock twitch as he saw she was on her belly, with her arms crossed at the wrists with her chin resting on them. As he moved so he was behind her once again, he smiled as he saw the edge of her towel was visible to about mid-thigh.

"Just lie there and be still my dear. I have a treat for you as my way of saying how much you pleased me today."

He dipped his hand back into the bag from Mikala's and pulled out one of the tall bottles of lubricant. He popped the lid and poured some into his hand then began rubbing his palms together. Straddling her hips, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to rub in circles.

Her skin soon softened as he rubbed and it drank up the moisture from his fingers and palms. This time when he grabbed the bottle and popped the cap, he let the liquid drizzle down along her spine and across her shoulder blades. He quickly landed the flat of his palm against the orb of her ass.

"Be still or I will stop and instead of being rewarded for the pleasure you gave me earlier today, you will be punished. Am I clear?" 

The tone in Rodger's voice was enough to immediately still Rachael's movements. She lay very still beneath him.

"Yes Sir. You are very clear. I am sorry for moving... but the lotion was cold and I was unprepared."

"Be that as it may, you need to learn control when I am atop you. Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir; very clear."

"Good. Then I will continue, this time. Next time, I will stop and you will be punished."

Rodger began to rub the liquid over her back and he slowly began to move his hands lower and lower. Slowly he caressed the cheeks of her ass and he felt his need begin to rise again. This time, he let himself harden and become full. Still straddling her, he moved his body down until he straddled her legs just above her knees. The time to move was now. He shifted his weight to his right leg and arm then raised his left leg.

"Pull a pillow under your belly. Then drape your towel over the bottom edge of it. Next, I want you to open your legs as wide as wide as you can while still being comfortable. I want enough room so I will fit between them while I continue."

He waited while Rachael quickly made the adjustments and got comfortable again. Then, he lowered his body between her spread-wide legs and discovered, to his joy, that she was at the perfect height and tilt for him to enter her ass.

He poured a small pool of lubricant at the base of her spine and began to rub the cheeks of her ass. Slowly he began to move his hands inward toward her dark pucker. He touched it lightly and watched as the orbs clenched and unclenched. He ran his fingers lightly over her dark center again and got the same reaction, again. He then brought a lube-covered hand down and coated his hard cock and balls.

Rodger's fingers began to play lightly against the opening of Rachael's ass when quite suddenly he pushed against it. He felt it tighten up then relax. He wondered if she were ready for deeper anal play; that of feeling wet fingers being pushed into her ass. 

Rachael was trying to be still so she took a deep breath and spoke softly. 

"I want you in my ass, Sir. You know I've never had it before, but I want to feel you in my ass. Please Sir, please take my ass."

Without further hesitation, Rodger pushed the two lube-coated fingers as far as they would go into her ass, and then pulled them back out of her ass. Rachael began quivering and her legs began shaking. Her hands gripped the pillows beneath her like her life depended on her hanging on to something solid.

Rodger heard her breathing change and become like a pant.

"Please Sir, please. Take my ass. I want to feel you inside me. Please!"

He suddenly pulled his two fingers out and pushed three back in. Rachael's back arched and she raised her hips as she begged him once again to take her ass.

Rodger got up on his knees behind Rachael's ass and spread her legs wider apart then moved his body closer to hers until the tip of his cock was against her ass.

"Take a deep breath Rachael. I will go as easy as I can, but you will feel some pressure as I begin to push into you and begin to penetrate deeper. You will feel your ass stretching as my cock goes deeper, but you are not to cry out. "If you do, I will pull out, place a ball gag in your mouth and then when I am back between your legs, I will shove my cock into your ass... and it will hurt. I don't want to hurt you. But you've begged me to take your ass. 

"Tonight, I will oblige you and do just that. I will fill your ass until I cum. You have my permission to cum as I take your ass this time."

"Oh, Thank you Sir," Rachael said softly. 

His cock pressed against her as his hands held her hips. She took the deep breath he recommended and as she let it out when he pressed in and pulled her hips back to meet his thrust.

Suddenly, the muscles relaxed and he was inside Rachael. He had worried that unless he had properly prepared her, the first time would be too painful. A smile came to his face realizing the Rachael was pushing back against him, wanting more.

Rachael concentrated on relaxing her ass, willing him inside her darkest places. She knew that he had given her lots of attention and training in preparation for this moment. When her focus was just right she felt him enter her. No other feeling was anything like how it felt! He paused and held himself in her ass. She waited for him to push in deeper, waited until, almost without her control, she pushed back a fraction of an inch.

Roger pushed in until half his length was in her. He noted the powerful urges to slam into her, pounding his lust to completion. He instead pulled back and dripped lube on the junction of their bodies. The sight of her ass stretched and penetrated with his shinning cock inspired more passion and more need in him. It had been too long.

She felt him pull back and started to whimper. Before the sound was made she stopped herself. He pushed back in... and deeper. She wondered if he was all the way in now. She wanted all of him.

As he pulled back again Rachael did let a moan escape. She did not see his smile, but it was there. On the next stroke in, Roger pressed his body against her ass and buried his throbbing cock completely inside Rachael.

"I have taken your ass Rachael. No other man has filled you here, or will ever."

"Sir, may I beg?"

"What do you want, Rachael?"

"Fill me. Cum in my ass. I want to feel you cumming inside me. I want to feel you tomorrow from what you do tonight. Please Sir."

She felt his hands tighten their grip on her hips. He moved her away from his hips and back against them as he watched his cock moving in and out of her.

"Oh, Sir! I am so thankful to you. I never knew such happiness. I am tingling in places I never knew I had."

Roger was feeling his own body preparing for giving Rachael what they both wanted. 

"Touch your clit Rachael. Cum with me." 

His voice was husky with lust as he watched her right hand move to her clit and at the first touch she felt a surge in her body for the long awaited orgasm. His breath came in gasps now just as hers was in sync with their motion.

Faster, harder, and beyond all control they came together. Roger bellowed and Rachael screamed. She felt the first explosion of cum as it entered her ass then her own orgasm blocked the recognition of his other spurts.

Roger held still, still deep inside her. His breathing calmed and he noted they were both sweaty.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I am your submissive, Sir."



Rachael's Awakening Ch. 06



Rachael started to stir and wake from her dreams slowly. When she came fully awake she felt the weight of the arm that was draped possessively across her waist and became more aware of the naked male body that was nestled against her back. From where she lay, she let her eyes travel around the room as her mind began to process that she was in Sir's room and was in Sir's bed. 

She felt panic begin to rise when she couldn't remember how she came to be in his bed or how she got upstairs. The last things she could recall was being on the living room floor, the warm fire, and under Sir... as he answered her pleas and made his first claim on her. Rachael sighed slightly and smiled, as the remembered images filled her mind again.

She saw herself; a pillow folded beneath her hips; her ass in the air... and heard again the words she spoke to Sir as she begged him to fill her ass... and he did. She heard again her screams of joy, and of pain – though slight – as Sir began to build to a faster tempo and her ears heard his primal bellow echo inside her head in much the same way it had tumbled from his chest last night.

She felt the gooseflesh on her arms as she tightly clenched the cheeks of her ass and felt the slight stab of answering pain – which immediately brought a smile to her lips as she relaxed them – and could almost feel Sir's hard cock still filling her ass. She had told him that she wanted to be able to still feel him inside her today as she had felt him inside her ass for the first time last night. 

Rachael tilted her head so she could look at the face of the clock then raised the sheet and thermal blanket slightly so as not to disturb Sir, and eased out from under the arm and the bed linens. She walked across the room to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and made her abolutions very quick.

Slipping into the robe she had worn the night before and stepping into her slippers, she re-opened the door and walked across the bedroom floor, out the door, across the landing and then down the stairs. She crossed to the fireplace, moved the screen, and poked at the still hot coals until a flame flickered and then came to life. She added shredded paper; a few logs and pinecones, replaced the screen then turned and headed for the kitchen. 

As she passed one of the long narrow windows in the living room, she paused to lift the heavy curtain panel and look outside. It was still dark out, but her eyes took in the scene that lay before her. It was so beautiful and still, it had her gasping softly. The snow was still falling and the sloping front lawn was covered in a thick blanket of white. The street lamps cast an eerie glow when you looked at them through the falling snow.

She could feel how cold it was outside as she brought her hand within inches of the pane of glass, and she watched the glass steam up when she brought her lips down to breathe on it. She shivered from the coldness, dropped the panel back in place, turned and continued on her way to the kitchen.

After she started the coffee, she got out flour, sugar, vanilla, mixing bowls, and measuring cups out of the pantry. She then turned to the fridge and got out eggs, milk, sausage, and took some containers down from the freezer, setting them in a sink of not-too-hot water. She then turned and headed into the dining room, gathered the placemats and cutlery from the marble-topped sideboard; then headed into the living room to set the coffee table for a cozy breakfast. Once that was done and ready, she headed back to the kitchen.

Once there, she became so engrossed in her task that she didn't hear the kitchen door swing open nor did she see the figure of the man standing silently in the doorway as a light grin lifted the corners of the full-lipped mouth until she turned to place the coffee carafe, cups, and saucers onto the tray she had waiting to carry back into the living room.

"Good morning, little Rachael," He said as He crossed the kitchen floor. "I trust you slept well?"

"Sir! Rodger! You startled me! I didn't even hear You come in!" 

She jumped slightly and her eyes were nearly as big as the saucers she held. The cups rattled against the saucers and Rodger reached out suddenly to quickly take them from her shaking fingers.

She was back in control of herself when she turned back to the stove and began to flip the crepe then ease the fluffy, thin golden delicacy onto the waiting plate. She then poured the last of the batter into the pan; concentrating on her task and her timing. The plastic containers she had taken out of the freezer ended up finally having to go into the microwave to be thawed. 

This also warmed the frozen fruits from the inside out and created a thick juice that could act as syrup. She had also sliced some bananas and had a small bowl of clotted cream on the tray. She flipped the last crepe onto the plate with the others, covered them with a piece of cheesecloth and after turning the stove off, she turned toward Rodger; saw that he held the tray and was at the door, waiting for her to follow.

The pair headed into the now warm living room and Rachael noted that the fire she had started was now at full life... with logs crackling and popping and sending sparks up into the chimney. She felt the cheeks of her ass clench again and then heard Sir's soft chuckle and she felt warmth fill her face.

Rodger took the plate of crepes and set it down on the waiting coffee table before he spoke.

"Pleasant memory, child?" He couldn't resist chuckling again as her face pinkened. 

"I certainly hope so. You didn't answer me when we stood in the kitchen, but I realize you were intent on the stove and the timing for the crepe. Did you sleep well? I know I did. If you're wondering how or when you came to be in my bed, I carried you up last night.

"Do you remember screaming in passion, and probably pain?" He waited for her reply.

"To your first question; the answer is Yes, I slept quite well. I don't even know if I moved during the night. 

"To your second question, my reply is that I vaguely remember screaming Sir. The feeling of fullness that You told me to expect and that I would experience as a result of You pushing your cock into me... was more intense than anything I have felt before, and then all I can remember was feeling the heat of the first spurt and not much after that." 

Rachael chewed on her lower lip and avoided Sir's eyes as she poured His coffee. She then layered crepes onto his plate, topped them with still warm fruit and juice, added a dollop of clotted cream, added some sausage then handed Him the plate. 

After fixing her plate, she flipped up the hem of her robe before she sat down and saw that her towel was already in place. She looked across the table and smiled softly.

"You're welcome, little Rachael." He nodded his approval when he saw her flip the hem of her robe up, then sat down. 

"Good girl. I see you remember I want you to move your robe out of the way before you sit. I am pleased that I did not have to remind you; that you remembered all on your own. 

"After we have finished this delicious breakfast and you have completed straightening the kitchen and loading the dishwasher, if the dishwasher needs to be run... go ahead and run it. If not, and you think it can wait until later; then we will leave it. 

"Then I want you to bring the pen and pad of paper you keep in the kitchen, in here and sit down while we make a long grocery list as well as a list of any other incidentals you think we may need or will be needing. It looks as if this storm is going to be staying around for a while."

Just as Rachael was about to cross her legs so she could rest her plate on one, Rodger halted the leg's movement as His hand squeezed just above the knee.

"Always remember Rachael, that when you sit next to me, you are to be... always accessible." 

They ate in companionable silence until both were comfortably satisfied. The coffee carafe was empty, the crepes and sausages gone, and only a little of the fruit remained in the small dishes Rachael had transferred them into. She was not about to put storage containers on the table. 

She felt the shudder that traveled down her spine and then back up as she heard the words of anger explode again inside her head. As she choked on her last sip of coffee and moved her arm to put the cup down, it rattled against the saucer, tipping over before she could set it upright.

"I'm so sorry for being clumsy Sir. I'll wipe it up and put the mats into a cold water soak." 

She hurriedly dabbed at the spilled coffee and didn't look up at Rodger as she spoke. She didn't want to see if He wore an angry expression or to hear His words of scolding at her carelessness.

"Please excuse me Sir. Let me clean up and then We can get started on the lists You want." 

She started to rise as her words came out strained and strangled as she tried to speak over the lump that was suddenly in the middle of her throat.

Rodger looked up when he had heard the cup rattle against the saucer and saw it tip before Rachael could set it upright and he watched as the expression of growing alarm registered on the face of the girl across the table from him. 

As he waited for her to speak, and when she did, the apology that came forth was not at all what he had wanted to hear.

"Rachael? No, you are not excused. Tell me, are you alright?" Concern etched his words, but he got no response from her.

"Rachael! Look at me!" He ordered.

Her head snapped up and he saw the tears glistening on her cheek before she could duck her head down and hide them from him.

"Child, forget the damn dishes and the cleaning up. It can wait." 

He stood up and walked around the table to stand beside the young lady that was still seated across from him. He reached down to touch her elbow to help her up and she raised her face to him. The only thing that registered on his brain was the look of sheer panic in her eyes as he helped her to stand.

Still holding on to her right elbow, he moved to grab the towel then set it down on the sofa. He then bent again, quickly flipped up the hem of her robe and steadied her as she suddenly sat down.

"What on earth just happened, girl? Whatever it was, happened so suddenly, that I don't even think you were prepared. Tell me as best as you can, please. What just happened?"

Rachael folded and unfolded her hands nervously as they rested in her lap. Rodger wasn't the way the man of the house was at the last place she worked before she had found, and answered, the ad he had placed in the newspaper. 

She swallowed once, and then again before she could summon the nerve to look up into the face of the man next to her. Her eyes roved over the face before her and she felt the churning of her insides begin to abate. All that she saw in His face was concern. He had turned his body in a way that said she had his full attention. There was no sense of anger emanating from this man. She let her breath go slowly and began to talk.

"It was at the home I worked in just before I came to You in reply to the ad You had placed. I had fixed the breakfast and had taken fresh fruit from the freezer, like today. Only then, I didn't think to put the thawed fruit into bowls for the table. I was so used to being alone and fixing for one that the habit of placing containers on the table was one of convenience for me. 

"I didn't stop to think it wasn't that way with everyone. I quickly found out how wrong I was. The man of the house bellowed at me as he threw the containers to the floor and then came at me so swiftly, I couldn't/didn't react quickly enough. The blow from his hand came out of nowhere and was unexpected. There was such force behind it; it dropped me to the floor where I stood.

"His hands clenched and unclenched before he then turned and threw his plate onto the floor. He then stood there while I cleaned up the mess he had made. His son ran out crying, and soon his wife came in. In the commotion that followed, he didn't think I was cleaning up fast enough and as I reached for a piece of the broken plate, he deliberately stepped on my left hand, driving it down onto the shard I was reaching for.

"I didn't want to scare the young boy any more than he had already been by his father's actions, so I didn't cry out when I felt the ceramic cut into my hand. The wife saw this and yelled at her husband to get his foot off me before he did permanent damage. He whirled on her, intent on venting his anger further; and would have, if, in spite of the blood running down my arm, I hadn't grabbed the broom and swung the handle against his head.

"He dropped before he could take another step. Lucky for me, she was a nurse and took immediate care of my hand. Then grabbing the broom, she had her son help her finish the cleaning up before her husband came to. They made short order of the mess he had made, then she poured water on him to bring him around.

"When he was coherent and clear-headed enough, she told him that she wanted him completely gone from the house, immediately. He had run rough shod over her, their son, and the help long enough. And if he wasn't gone before she took their son to school, she was going to call the police and would be filing abuse charges.

"Needless to say, he left... and never came back. She told me, as we sat over coffee and her son ate his breakfast, that she had closed out their joint accounts just before the end of the business the day before. She had decided that if he wouldn't leave and be gone for good, she and the boy were leaving.

"That's why I couldn't come to work for you right away when I replied to your ad. I didn't know You... but I knew I didn't want to appear for an interview with my hand in a bandage. When I finally did call, I was afraid that You had found someone; and was so relieved when I was told to come meet with You at one that afternoon. 

"When I told Mrs. Katie about the interview, she suggested that she could make the bandage less noticeable. She got her first aid kit, made the necessary adjustments to her previous handiwork, and the rest is history. 

"Again, I am sorry about the mess I made. But my fear snowballed when I had the thought about being glad I hadn't put the containers of warmed fruit and juice on the table."

Rodger sat listening intently as the words poured out of Rachael. He felt his anger rise when she told of this someone that had so callously hurt her in such a deliberate manner. He realized that the words had stopped pouring out of Rachael when he saw her hands were folding and unfolding the hem of her robe.

To ease the pent up anger he felt rising; Rodger got up and crossed over to the fireplace. He grabbed hold of the screen as if it was the man's throat and set it down, rather firmly, on the raised hearth, grabbed a few logs, and tossed them into the fire. 

Sparks, much like his rage, flew up the chimney as he vented. He was calmer when he reached for the screen again and put it back in place, crossed back to the sofa and came to stand in front of Rachael with his hands extended.

"Take my hands and stand, please. I want you to come into my arms and lean against me. It is important that you know when to fear me and when not to. I am not the beast you used to work for. I will not deliberately make a mess and then force you to clean it up. I am not that man Rachael. 

"Come to me." 

Rachael looked up into the face of the man who stood before her and felt herself being drawn to him like a magnet to its opposite. She raised her shaking hands and placed them into his strong warm ones and felt them close gently around hers as they pulled her up from the sofa cushion. Rodger continued pulling her into his embrace until she stood just a few inches from his chest.

He let go of her hands and felt them go around him, somewhat timidly, and she took those few last steps until she was against him. She felt his arms encircle her and just hold her, gently but firmly. 

She moved her head against his robe-covered shoulder and felt the material, so soft against her cheek, and let her breath go in a soft sigh as she then rested her head and let it be still.

She felt no anger in the body of the man she held, and it was then that she fully relaxed and felt his strength enfold her. She felt his hands moving against her back through the material of her robe and she sighed contentedly, and relaxed fully against the firm chest beneath her cheek.

"Rachael?" The sound of her name reverberated within the chest beneath her and she lazily raised her head. She was totally unaware of the take-me-to-bed look that was in her eyes when she heard Rodger call her name again. 

Rodger saw the look and chose to ignore it, for now. There was time enough to find out her feelings and thoughts about last night later, or after the lists were made. With great effort, he ran his hands up the arms of the woman in front of him. 

He slowly removed her arms from around him... then needing to touch her, he put his hand under her chin and lifted it until he could look into her eyes.

"Are you alright now? Do you believe that I will not act as the man who hurt you did? If so, inasmuch as I would rather hold you, we need to get this cleaned up and get those lists made and get on with our day. To be sure you are not still shaky, we will load the tray and I will carry it into the kitchen and you can put the placemats into a cold-water soak. Then you can finish up. Fair enough?"

Rachael nodded in agreement then pulled her arms away from Rodger's body. They had to get on with the day just as Sir had indicated.

The cleaning up and tidying up took just a short while. With the mats in soak, and the dishwasher ready to be run later, she picked up her pad of paper and pen and headed into the living room to make the lists that needed to be made. She sat down on her towel next to Sir and they made quick work of the two lists. 

Ten minutes later one list was mostly groceries and meal suggestions for the week; the other was incidentals and household supplies. It was decided that to have extras of those often used was a good idea.

"I gave Bradford a call while you were tidying up and according to the weather reports, there's another storm due this afternoon and I don't want us to be caught out in it. We need to take a quick shower, get dressed, go and return. 

"So, if you will go up and start the shower, I will bank the fire then come up and help you make the bed. Then we will lay out our clothes and the water should be the perfect temperature."

Rachael nodded as she put the lists on the coffee table and ran up the stairs to start the water. She decided to surprise Sir by having the bed already made when He came up.

Thirty-five minutes later they were ensconced in the warm cocoon of the back of the limo as Bradford headed out on the errands. They made excellent time to the store because of the near-empty streets. As they went up and down the aisles they realized that the storm was keeping many people in who would normally be out at this hour.

They got the last few items on each list and turned down the main aisle heading toward the cashier. The items were tallied and bagged and the couple moved the carts through the doors just as Bradford drove up.

It was snowing harder now and visibility was lessening. Rodger watched as the big car slid to a stop in front of them and knew there was ice under the snow. Bradford got out and quickly unloaded the carts into the trunk then closed the lid. Going back to the house was going to be treacherous.

"Pads are already on and working, Mr. Rodger. The driveway will not be a problem."

Bradford caught his employer's eye in the rear view as he assured the man that the heat plates under the asphalt driveway had already been turned on and the snow was melting as it landed. The powerful car moved away from the curb and the trio headed back to the house down the now deserted streets.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 06



The ride back went quickly as home came into view. The gates swung open and the car was eased into the garage and the door closed. Bradford turned off the powerful engine, flipped the trunk switch, and then climbed out... opening Rachael's door as he passed it, reaching in, and then handing her out.

Rachael smiled her thanks and went quickly inside; shrugging out of her coat in the laundry room and then hanging it up to dry before she took off her boots and went into the kitchen.

She took the place mats out of soak, noting that the stains were gone and then tossed them into the dryer on a low setting, then returned and started the dishwasher and then made a fresh pot of coffee.

Still feeling chilled, she went upstairs to the spare room and changed out of the clothes Sir had placed out for her to wear and hung them up. This time she opted for a warm sweater, a pair of loose jogging pants, and socks. Running a brush through her hair, she eyed her reflection in the full-length mirror, put the brush up, nodded once, then turned and went back downstairs to get a cup of fresh coffee.

She went into the kitchen and pulled down two mugs from the cabinet next to the coffee pot. Once the mugs were prepared, she turned and went back into the living room to stand next to Rodger, sip their coffee and watch the snow falling. After a few minutes of that, they moved in companionable silence back into the living room to sit and watch the fire.

Rodger had tossed the pillows back onto the floor while he waited for Rachael and now he put their coffee mugs on the raised hearth. Settling into the pillows, he noted the pants Rachael had put on. He shook his head in non-acceptance.

"Take them off Rachael. And if you are wearing panties, remove them also. Always accessible means just that. When they are off, go get your towel and then come snuggle next to me."

Rodger watched as Rachael removed her jogging pants and her panties, moved away to go find her towel and just as she was about to sit down next to him, he stopped her.

"Stand and spread... in front of me please."

Rachael spread her legs and then spread her labia wide... exposing her vagina to Rodger. He eased two fingers into her then brought his face close to her puss to inhale her scent. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her puss, then reached up and bit her clit as he stuck his tongue deep into her finger-filled vagina.

Her knees buckled as she felt Sir stab her vagina with his tongue again. His fingers moved faster and faster and he pushed them deeper and harder. She was aching to feel His cock in her again... as again she felt that stab of memory of how His cock felt in her ass last night.

"Oh Sir! Please... take me again! Please fill my ass. Please!" 

She was unaware she had spoken out loud until she felt Him remove the fingers from her puss. She looked down at Rodger as a confused expression crossed her face. He was looking up into her face and smiling, patting the cushions to his left.

"I will take My ass again soon, Pet. But right now I have something else in mind. Move your towel to the cushion under you then lie down, putting your legs in my lap. No, no questions. Just do as you are told, please."

While Rachael got settled, Rodger pulled the big shopping bag from Mikala's next to his right hip, opened it and began to rummage around in it. Finally finding what he wanted, he pulled it out, dropping it where Rachael couldn't see it, then closed the bag and put it back under the table next to his side of the sofa.

As a grin curved his lips, he picked up the package he had dropped then handed it to Rachael.

"Open it and then put it on. No, no questions. Just do."

Rachael stared down at a package she hadn't remembered seeing and realized that Sir must have had it secreted away while she was looking around the shoppe last night. She tore the package open and withdrew the black satin blindfold.

"We're going to work on heightening your senses while deprived of your sight... a little 'sensory deprivation with a twist' if you will. I will be placing different things against your legs, or against My puss. I want you to tell me what you feel... and what you think they are... and where you think I will touch next.

"Am I clear?" He asked and waited for her answer.

"Yes Sir," came the clear-voiced reply.

"All right then... we shall begin. Start by spreading your legs wide, please."

Rodger took the still frozen condom from next to him, and watched as Rachael spread her legs as wide as she could.

"Don't worry Rachael, the table is not going to interfere. You didn't notice it, but I moved it into the center of the room... so as not to impede your movement or movements.

"Ready Pet?"

"Yes Sir," she replied again.

Rodger moved his fingers up and down the sides of Rachael's labia from her clit to her slit. This was done so as to confuse her and to let her think he was going to re-insert his fingers and she spread her legs open a little wider. 

Rodger smiled and picked up the item he had placed next to him. He laid the tip of the frozen water-filled condom down on her now wet and sensitive clit.

Rachael gasped as her back arched and her hands moved instinctively to cover the clit from being frozen.

"Hands down, girl! No!" Rodger ordered.

His voice was firm and sharp as he swiftly brought his hand down hard against the soft inner thigh of Rachael's left leg.

"You may not cover where I touch. Keep your hands still, or I will restrain them, and you. You will accept what I do without question and without qualm. Am I clear?"

"I am sorry Sir. Yes Sir, very clear."

Just as Rachael's back eased once again into the softness of the cushions, Rodger put the tip of the frozen condom against her clit again and left it there... for a few seconds.

Her back arched again and she cried out as the cold penetrated her body and she very nearly screamed... but she willed herself to keep her legs and hands still as she felt the tip begin to travel downward along her slit... now wet and slick with her moisture. 

"No-o-o!" 

She gasped loudly and drew a quick breath as she felt the tip ease in along her slick vaginal walls. She could barely concentrate on what she was supposed to tell Sir as she felt the tip being inserted into her vagina... just a little... and then removed... then re-inserted and a little more was pushed in.

"What do you feel Pet? What sensations are running rampant through your body? Correction... My body. Tell me, quickly. The longer you delay answering... the faster you will force me to insert more of the item in my hand." 

Rodger already knew what to expect and the reactions the female body would have to this form of training... but he wanted to hear it from Rachael's own lips.

"It is cold inside... making the inner lips sting from the cold and feel immediately numb. Then, when You remove the cold – the sensation of feeling it still inside lingers." Rachael quickly answered Rodger... telling him what he already knew.

"Good girl. That is what you are supposed to feel. Are you ready for more? Do you know what the item is yet?"

"Yes Sir. I am ready. And no, I do not know what the item is... yet." 

Rachael's tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips and she took a deep breath as she prepared to feel the cold item being inserted once more.

Rodger didn't disappoint... and eased the now melting tip back between Rachael's labia and into her now very wet slit. She took the tip and an inch more into her before he withdrew it and put it down next to him. He the lifted the plastic bottle of very warm water and placed it against her labia.

Rachael felt the heat of the warmth and immediately surrendered herself against it. It felt good against the lips of her pussy – which felt numb – but wasn't. If they had been, she wouldn't have felt the warmth of the bottle now pressed between her labia.

Rodger saw her body relax and picked up the frozen condom once again and pressed the tip between her labia and inserted a little more of the frozen-water-filled item into the warmth of her pussy. Half of it was inside her now while he held the other half 

He watched as her back arched – a little higher this time, and her hips rose up off her towel and she clenched the cheeks of her ass tightly and tried to grip the lips of her vagina closed.

"Keep My ass on that towel Pet." That's all he said.

Rachael had just lowered herself back to the towel when Rodger pushed a little more of the frozen condom inside... watching her labia stretch as he did so. 

'She's taking this with remarkable grace, just like I knew she would,' He thought.

Rachael uttered a low groan and bit her lower lip as Rodger felt the legs in his lap tense and she fought the urge to scream or to raise her hips.

He watched as her hands grasped fists full of cushion and he quickly removed the frozen condom and replaced it with the bottle of warm water, and watched as Rachael immediately relaxed once again. Still, she didn't scream.

He knew she wanted to... but she wouldn't let herself.

"Thank you, Sir," was the only thing she said.

"Can you take a little more Pet, or do you want me to halt the training with this method? You really are doing better than I suspected. But before we continue, go use the restroom off the kitchen, wipe once, wash up then come back. Now go... quickly."

Rachael sat up, removed her blindfold, and hurried to go use the restroom. She quickly did as Sir told her to do and returned to the living room, settling into the cushions once more and putting her legs back in Sir's lap.

"Tell me what you were feeling Pet. Tell me what you thought during this training session," Rodger asked and then leaned back against the front of the sofa while Rachael collected her thoughts.

Automatically Rachael sat up and pulled her legs under her, mindful to keep her towel in place as she did so; yet mindless that she was naked and exposed to Rodger from the waist down.

"At first the item was freezing cold as You began to insert it and I felt chilled from the insertion point, upward and inward. I wondered if it might get stuck to the wet walls of my vagina. However, when You removed it... the freezing sensation lingered... way up deep. 

"It felt both good and strange at the same time; and just when I got used to the cold and felt I could tolerate it a little longer... You removed it and replaced it with the warmth. I immediately relaxed and then You put the cold back almost as soon as I relaxed against the warmth."

"Good girl," Rodger congratulated her. 

"That is precisely what I was told you would feel when this method was brought to my attention and it was suggested that I try it. An old friend of mine, who is also a Dom and is not aware that I have a new girl that I am training, told me about it."

Rodger took this opportunity, while his lap was empty, to stand and reach down to pull Rachael to her feet, then bent and retrieved the semi-still-frozen item he'd been using.

"I don't know about you, My Pet... but I'm getting hungry again. And while I'd love to enjoy you, I am hungry for something edible. Shall we adjourn to the kitchen and rustle up some lunch?"

Rachael nodded and was about to reach down for her panties and pants when Rodger forestalled her with a shaking of his head.

"No, Pet. No clothes on your lower body. As we fix lunch, I want you accessible to me. I will touch wherever and whatever I choose. If I decide to step behind you and insert a finger to inspect your wetness... I expect you to open your legs to permit it.

"Am I clear, Pet?"

"Yes Sir. Crystal clear."

Rachael preceeded Rodger as they headed off to the kitchen as Rodger followed... watching her ass as she moved in front of him. He felt himself growing rigid as his thoughts wandered back to last night... and his claiming of her anal virginity. He would take her again... and soon. He wanted her to get used to his taking of her when it pleased him.

And she did please him. Oh, how she pleased him.



Rachael's Awakening Ch. 07



Foreshadowing: In front of a cozy and warm fire, as a snow storm raged outside and blanketed the area with beautiful white powdered sugar-like snow... the evening of the shopping trip ended in a shower of sparks as Rachael begged Rodger to "take her ass"... and He obliged her request as He gave a primal bellow and Rachael gave an answering scream. Now, she was His and His alone. He had laid His first claim on her... How many more 'firsts' were to come?



The storm had come in out of nowhere as Rachael and I shopped; changing from wind and rain, then to wind and snow, and had lasted the better part of a week... blanketing everything so it resembled a winter scene that would rival the best Victorian renditions of Currier and Ives. The days had been spent in training Rachael in codes of behavior... those for at home in private... and those for in public.

During the week that the storm stayed, Rachael had gotten into the habit, a very nice one, of bringing me the first coffee of the day while I was still in bed. She was spoiling me; I knew it, but I loved it! 

But this morning I chose to rise after Rachael had gone down to make the coffee and hurried to shower, dress, and get downstairs. An idea occurred to me while I was showering and it had to be set in motion quickly, but personally.

As I reached the last tread of the stairs, I turned and noticed that the coffee table was already set and Rachael's towel was at her place. With my smile widening, I then turned and walked through the dining room, toward the swinging door into the kitchen. The strains of Allanah Miles' "Black Velvet" grew louder and I moved toward the door and pushed it inward. I was not prepared for, nor did I expect, the vision that moved with the lithe grace of a seasoned dancer before me.

Rachael was dancing, very provocatively, and each move was in complete sync and tempo with the music; and she didn't miss a beat. Her Dark Chocolate tresses hung long and loose and fanned out behind her as she twirled her way around the kitchen... gathering plates and mugs and placing them on the top tray of the trolley. 

When she bent to open the oven door, I was surprised when she squatted low, retrieved the cookie sheet out of the oven, then quickly jutted out her hips and rolled them as she stood up and moved to put whatever she had been baking down on the burners. I waited for her hand to move well away before I announced my presence, and the fact that she had an audience.

"Good Morning, My Pet," I spoke as I advanced into the room.

"What are you making this morning? It smells wonderful."

Rachael whirled around from the stove, barely managing to stifle her scream in time. I couldn't stop the grin that lifted the corners of my mouth.

"You were quite the vision a few minutes ago, Pet. Were you a dancer at one time? Your timing was perfect." I could feel my grin widen as I watched the blush rise and color the neck and face of the girl who stood in front of me.

"If breakfast is ready, let's enjoy it while it's hot. After breakfast, you will do the usual clean up downstairs. Then I want you to go upstairs, enter your room and strip out of what you're wearing. You are then to go into my room, strip the sheets off my bed and air it while you wash and dry them. When done, you are to re-make the bed. 

"Then, when you've completed my room, would you please make the upstairs guest room ready for company?

"I will follow you up and wait while you strip. Then I want you to find your double bullet and bring it to me. I will then inspect you to see if you are wet. If you are, I will insert the bullet and you will go about the duties I have outlined for you. 

"If, upon my inspection, I find that you are not wet, I will bend you over my knee and spank you... checking you until I am satisfied with how wet you are. Then you will wear the bullet and continue with your duties until I return. I have an errand I need to run and I want what I have told you to do completed by the time I return. 

"You may shower if you wish to shower alone, or you may wait until I return. If you choose to shower alone, you may do it only after the guest room is ready and the sheets for my bed are in the dryer. Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir. Crystal." 

Rachael then picked up the breakfast casserole dish, put it on the trolley and the pair headed for the living room. 

Breakfast passed easily enough and soon we had devoured half the casserole and emptied the coffee carafe. At my nod, Rachael got up, cleared the table then headed into the kitchen as I sat on the sofa and enjoyed the last of my coffee, the fire, and glanced at the paper.

In no time at all, Rachael came back, stood at the base of the stairs and announced that she was headed up. I got up from the sofa and followed her up... then stood in the open doorway of her room while she stripped out of her teddy and brushing robe. Standing naked before me, she then went to the top drawer of the nightstand next to her bed, opened it and withdrew the double bullet I had bought her that night... the night it snowed... and I had claimed her as Mine.

"Don't forget the remote please Rachael." I spoke in a low voice as I lounged against the doorframe.

"Then come over here, put the double bullet and its remote in my hand, then spread your legs."

Rachael still wasn't used to constantly being inspected, or being, as I called it, always accessible. She couldn't, and wouldn't, deny how much the mere touch of My fingers excited her. Nor could she deny how often the remembered feel of My fingers as I rested them against her sex as We sat in the car, or on the sofa during training sessions, sent little thrills of excitement racing through her... making her want more... hoping I would take more... or push for more.

Rachael had realized, that snowy night when I took her anal virginity, and she had screamed when I pushed my cock into her as deep as I could go and came, that she had wanted Me for some time... even before she found that box on the floor of My closet. 

But, I also knew now, that she neither regretted finding that box, nor the items I had thrown into it. 

She had also come to the realization, as she continued to look at the items, that she had wanted Me, even then, to use them on her. The intensity of that feeling... that naked want... had startled her so much that she had screamed when I had sneaked up behind her and had spoken so softly to her that day. 

"Rachael! Bring those things here! NOW! I haven't got all day for you to wool-gather!" 

Rodger's short clipped tone of command broke into her reverie and she snapped out of her memories. 

"Oh Sir! I'm sorry." 

She hurried over to where I was standing, placing the items in My outstretched hand. Then, spreading her legs, she stood before Me... waiting... steeling her insides against the softness of the touch she knew was coming.

But, to Rachael's alarm, an emotion she tried hard not to show, my touch was not soft... this time. I roughly pushed two fingers into her vagina and, to My dismay, and hers, I found that she was dry. 

Showing my upset, I locked gazes with Rachael as I pushed my fingers deeper, and allowed the displeasure at finding her dry to show on my face and in my eyes. 

If she were astute, as I had come to know she was, she would read it correctly, and react. I didn't give her that chance, this time. I pulled my fingers from her vagina and held them up between our faces.

"Well, girl? What's wrong with this picture before you? Tell me what you don't see... then go get me the chair from my room and bring it here... quickly. 

"Well? I'm waiting!"

Rachael swallowed nervously, wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and told me what she didn't see on my fingers.

"Your fingers are dry Sir... which means I am not wet... at all. I-I-..."

"No excuses!" I snapped. 

"I don't want to hear them. Just go get the chair out of my room and get back here."

My eyes drilled into Rachael's as I held her gaze, speaking sharply. I then took a step back and allowed her to pass me and run to get the spanking chair I kept in my room, just for such an occasion as this one... if it were needed, and return. 

As I heard her race down the landing from her room to mine, I undid the belt and zipper and stepped out of my slacks and was standing at the foot of Rachael's bed as she came back with the chair.

"Place it here, with the back against the foot of your bed." 

I kept the stern edge in my voice as I stood pointing where I wanted the chair put, and watched as she placed it in the spot indicated then she quickly stepped back as I moved to sit down.

"Bend your upper body across my lap and once settled, spread your legs. You will count out loud as the swats connect with your ass girl. And I will halt only once to inspect you."

Rachael had barely placed her upper body across my lap when she felt the first swat land soundly on the right cheek of her ass. She quickly swallowed and began counting aloud.

"One, Sir," she called out as the next one landed on the left cheek.

"Two, Sir," she counted again.

Two more landed in quick succession onto the right cheek and she barely had time to get the count out before I landed two more onto the left cheek. My hand was raised to lower another one against the crack of her ass when I opted to lower it between her spread legs instead to find out just how wet she was. 

I thought I had felt a few drops fall on My leg... but I needed, no; I wanted, to make sure she was getting wet.

"What's the count now, girl?" 

I spoke sternly as I slid two fingers into Rachael's moist center and smiled. I began to move them in and out of her wetness, knowing she would lose her concentration, as I waited for her reply.

"It is at Six, Sir." 

Rachael felt it as I moved my fingers in and out of her wetness. She knew she was wet as she heard that all too familiar tell tale sign... that soft 'squish' as I pushed my fingers deeper... then quickly withdrew them. She was caught off guard by the next swat that landed against the crack of her ass. Her answering yelp slipped from between her lips before she could catch it.

"Ow! That's Seven, Sir." 

Rachael bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from crying, but she knew her eyes were wet when she answered my question. She felt me push my fingers into her now dripping pussy and move them in and out of her... getting them very wet.

"Be still while I prepare you and then insert the bullets, girl. Once they are in place, I need to get my slacks back on and run that errand... and you have your tasks already outlined. You may start them when I have left your room."

I quickly prepared Rachael's ass for the anal bullet then inserted it... pushing it a little deeper than she'd worn it before. Then, spreading her vaginal lips... I inserted the second bullet into her puss.

"All right girl. Get up so I can re-dress and leave. Put your teddy and brushing robe into the hamper. As further punishment for not being wet upon first inspection, you are to go about your assignments wearing nothing."

I reached behind the chair and grabbed my slacks off the foot of Rachael's bed and after shaking them out, I slid them on, stood back up, redoing the zipper and the belt after I stood. I started to head for the door, then crossed back to Rachael's bed and picked up the remote and slid it into the pocket of my slacks. 

"You have one and a half hours to get done all that you need to, girl. See that it is done by the time I return... or I will deliver another spanking. And... that one will not be delivered by hand. 

"Until I return..."

Rachael stood on the landing watching me walk down the stairs, my back ramrod straight. Seconds later, she heard the garage door raise and then lower... then she jumped as she felt both bullets vibrate.

'Sometimes Sir, You confuse and confound me beyond all coherent thought!' She knew her thought was born of anger and hurt, but she didn't regret the thinking of it. Not this time. 

Then, in a silent fit of temper, she stomped her way back into her room where she picked up her teddy and its matching robe, stomped into her bathroom and tossed both into her hamper. Then stomping her way back into her room, she picked up the chair and headed down the hall to begin her duties in there. 

Heading my truck down the driveway to the gates, I picked up the remote from the seat next to me, turned it up another notch, then pressed it... grinning widely. I could imagine Rachael's discomfort when both bullets went off at the same moment, yet again. I waited as the gates swung inward, drove thru them and then turned in the direction of Pierpont Mall.

I made the mall in almost no time, as the streets were just beginning to become congested as more and more people ventured out from their homes. I found a space near the north entrance doors and then hurried in, hoping that Samantha would be alone and there were no customers for her to contend with.

As I was approaching Fredrick's, I smiled brightly. There, at the door stood the object of my thoughts, with keys in hand, opening the doors for the two employees who were waiting. I raised my hand and waved and the Titian-haired woman responded with a wave and a bright smile.

"Rodger! Well good morning! And what brings you to the mall at this ungodly early hour? And where's your charming Rachael?" Samantha looked behind me as I entered through the doors and she moved behind me to lock them again.

"Let's go to your office Samantha and I'll tell you why I'm here. I want to be out of hearing distance of others before I speak. Lead the way, Madam."

Samantha's ears caught the inflection on the word 'madam' and raised an elegantly arched brow as she spoke.

"Oh. It's that type of question, eh? Very well, follow me then. Joyce? I'm going into the office to do a special order for Mr. Black, and I do not wish to be disturbed. The keys are next to the register. Open up in precisely fifteen minutes."

"Yes Ma'am," came the muffled reply from one of the aisles.

Samantha opened the door to her private office and let me enter ahead of her as she closed the door behind us, then crossed to her desk, pulled out her executive chair and sat down as I shrugged out of my coat and then sat down on the opposite side of the massive desk.

"All right Rodger... spill. You do not make it a habit of just showing up unless you need or want something. What can I do for you? And, selfishly, I hope it includes that delectable "new girl" of yours." 

Samantha sat back in her chair and waited for me to open my mouth. She knew she had hit the nail on the head when she mentioned Rachael.

"Yes, it involves Rachael. But, I wanted to ask you this in person. I didn't want to phone. As you know, Pet is new to a lot of the lifestyle; but I must admit she is a very quick learner... at least about some things. Be that as it may, this snow that caught us all unawares, has forced us all to become semi-hermits.

"I want to start to introduce Rachael to other aspects of the lifestyle and move on with her training. She is wearing her rose-colored Kitty Collar to show she is in the beginning stages, and I want to take her out to dinner tonight, partly as a reward for learning her lessons so well, yes; but also to get us out of the house and to give her a break from always cooking. 

"I want you to join us. There are some things she needs to learn that will require a woman's touch... and you are the only one I want to fill the role of her teacher for these lessons. I'm sure you know the lessons I'm speaking of, don't you?" I looked at the tall woman who sat across me, listening intently.

"What else is there behind your query, Rodger Black? I've known you too long not to know there is more that you're not saying. And yes, I think I have an idea of what lessons you're speaking of... but I want You to tell me... directly." Our verbal game of chess had begun.

"Yes, Sam... from years of long association, no doubt." My smile widened, slowly, as I continued.

"Yes, there is more. You are to come prepared to stay for the weekend so You can work with Rachael. I want Domme Octavia to show/teach her about the finer points of Penis Play; and the varied ways of giving and receiving great, mind-blowing, oral sex.

"I want her to learn precisely how to stimulate and arouse my body parts. Then I want her to watch as you show her how its done... and then to watch as I ultimately fuck you silly as a result of Domme Octavia's excellent hand work." 

After I had stated the reason for my visit, and placed the last of the invitation/offer on Samantha's desk, I sat back. I had, with that one statement moved my chess piece and was waiting for her reply.

"What time is dinner... and where? I think it best to decide on a place that is lifestyle-friendly. Don't you?" She grinned at me across the top of her massive desk and her eyes danced as she took in my surprised expression. My answering grin was the only answer Sam needed.

"I was thinking about a new place called The Gold Mine. It's very lifestyle-friendly, and is for members only. An old friend of mine, who is no longer a Dom, owns it. He gave me a call a few months back to tell me he had passed all the final inspections and was going to be opening soon. His call was inviting me to its opening night... but it was when all that stuff with Becca had just come to light, so I had to beg off.

"As he knew Becca and I had been together for a long time, he was shocked to hear what had happened and sent a gift membership round to the house the next day along with a note saying he completely understood, and I was to use the membership whenever things had settled down or had gotten better. 

"I called him on my way over and booked a table for three at 7:30." I sat back in my chair again, stretched out my legs in front of me, and made a tent with my fingertips as I waited once again for Samantha's reply.

"Then count me in Rodger. I'll meet you and Rachael at The Gold Mine at 7:25 so we can be seated and ordering by 7:30. As for the weekend, which of my toys do you want me to bring?" 

Samantha stood as she had asked that last question... mentally positioning her Queen for 'check'... and walked to the closet near her desk; withdrawing the key from a pocket of her Hot Pink Chanel hip-length suit jacket, inserted it into the lock, turned it and then opened the door to display her hidden treasure chest.

"Anything that you feel will be an important teaching tool... except for your big strapon's. Rachael still has her maidenhead intact, even though it may be a little stretched right now; and has never had a cock enter her pussy. 

"No one, and I do mean no one; will deprive me of that right of taking it from her. Just as I was the one who took her anal virginity, I will be the one to take her vaginal virginity as well... when the time is right. 

"Do I make myself clear, Octavia Samantha? So you need to bring your small and narrow toys, some of the dental dams... and a few handfuls of condoms also. 

"I want her to learn to place the condom on an erect penis with her mouth. No lambskin please. Only the ones by Trustex – making sure they're flavored. Bring a mix of the orange, vanilla, and spearmint ones. I want it to be enjoyable for her as well. Am I understood?" 

The tall woman startled visibly when she heard her full name. No one had used it in a long time. Not that all that many people even knew it... and she had forgotten that Rodger did... until now. She simply nodded and remained silent as she closed the door, re-locked it and slid the key back into the pocket of her jacket. 

She would decide which toys to take after she had closed the shoppe for the night and began her packing.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 07



"Then, if our business is concluded Rodger, I'd best get out to the front. Unless there is something else?" Samantha let her question hang in the air between us.

"No Sam. That was all. I thought it prudent to keep the questions just between us. I am so glad you agreed." 

I stood and gathered my coat, then followed Samantha out of her office and waited while she closed and locked its outer door then turned with her to follow her to the front of the store and out into the mall.

At the door leading out into the mall, I slipped back into my coat, took Samantha's hand and pressing it lightly, told her in a low voice that Rachael and I would see her tonight at 7:25. Giving her a short wink as I went out the door, I headed across the mall and out into the bitter cold wind... thankful that my truck was only a few feet away. 

I got in and quickly shut the door, glancing down at my watch as I reached for my seat belt. Noting the time, I realized that I still had time to run that second errand. After checking behind me... I backed up then headed for the next stop before returning home. Picking up my cell, I dialed the number and headed for the mall exit and the highway. 

The drive back to the house took a little longer due to the fact that the mall traffic had increased, and so had the traffic around and through town. As I approached the gates at the base of the drive, I pulled the remote from my pocket, and pressed the vibrate button as I drove into the garage. 

I parked the truck, turned off the ignition, got out and then headed into the house... hoping that Rachael had gotten her assignments finished in the allotted time. I felt certain that she had. It was one of the many things she did that pleased me, and it was one of the reasons why I had decided to take her out for dinner tonight.

I walked into the laundry room and placed my hand atop the dryer noting it was still warm. Hanging up my coat, I took the bag out of its pocket, stepped out of my shoes and walked into the kitchen. Crossing to the sink, I picked up my coffee mug from earlier, rinsed it out and poured a cup from the freshly brewed pot. Taking a quick sip, I then headed for the living room and the warm fire I knew Rachael had kept going while I ran my errand.

Now, I was intent on finding Rachael and sitting down with her. I wanted to enjoy her, my coffee and the fire... and I wanted to relax until it was time for us to shower and dress for the evening. I found myself really hoping that Rachael hadn't showered yet. I was looking forward to enjoying her in our shower before going out.

Taking the remote out of my slacks pocket, I turned the dial up one notch then pressed the button. I knew this would be a more effective way in finding Rachael... wherever she might be... and I wouldn't have to call out. I could just follow her 'yelp' of surprise when the bullets went off again. It would tell her, without words, that I was near.

The answering squeal came from the direction of the living room... right where I was headed anyway. Rachael was seated on the sofa; and I smiled when I saw the corner of her towel peeking out from under her ass. The chit was pleasing Me more and more every day... reaffirming the fact that I had chosen wisely... in spite of the fact that she was naïve, untrained, and untutored, about so much.

"Hello Pet," I said in a low voice. 

"You got all your assignments done I trust?" I raised a brow as a way of emphasis.

"Hello Sir," She responded. 

"Yes I did. Everything is as You expect it to be. You wish to see for yourself?" She rose and quickly moved toward the staircase. 

"No... wait, yes. Walk up ahead of me Pet and I will follow, just not too far behind. Then, when I have finished inspecting your assignments, we will head back into your room where I will pick out your clothes for this evening. I have a surprise for you. It is both a reward and a treat." 

Draining the last of my coffee, I placed the mug on the table at the end of the sofa then followed Rachael upstairs.

The guest room and its attached bath was spotless, and dressed out impeccably... just as I knew it would be. Whatever Rachael may lack in the ways of the lifestyle, I have to admit that she seemed to instinctively know how to make any room feel cozy, warm, and most importantly... welcoming.

I crossed to the closet and found empty hangers... ready for the occupant to hang their clothes. She had even placed a sachet on the top shelf to remove the staleness of the air that so often occurs when a closet isn't used in a while. 

Moving across the room to the dresser, I pulled out each drawer noting that they now had tissue paper linings and a sachet had been tucked into the corner of the top drawer as well.

"Very well done, Pet. Very well done. I like the small touches you've added in here. Thank you. And the colors you chose to use? Very muted, yet warm and inviting. Now, let's move on, shall we? I know the sheets for my bed couldn't have been out of the dryer long because it felt warm to the touch when I arrived home." I couldn't help smiling as I spoke.

Leading the way out of the guest room, I knew that Octavia would love what Rachael had done with the room... so different when compared to the cold and drab look and feel of her last visit. Turning toward my room... I wondered what surprises I would find there.

As soon as I stepped into My room, I noted that it had a definite masculine look and feel to it now. The furniture had been polished and everything had been replaced exactly as I liked it; but it was the bed that caught My eye as I stood in the doorway. 

'There is something different about it. But, what?' I thought as I walked across the carpet; that perhaps this was not the one I had awakened in this morning. Or was it?

"What's different here, Pet? I know something is... I just can't put my finger on it." I know I sounded perplexed.

"Nothing is different Sir. Well, not with the furniture. It's the bed coverings and curtains that are different. I hope You don't mind, but I took the liberty of changing out the old stuff and finding something that had a more masculine feel to it. Then... I threw the old bed coverings away.

"Did I do wrong Sir?" 

Rachael's nervousness was rising and I noticed that she bit her lower lip as she waited for Me to say... something... anything... to end this silence.

"No, Pet. It's fine... very nice in fact. I like the changes. I was just surprised that's all. You did very well, my dear. I like what you've done with both rooms. Now... let's head to your room and lay out your clothes for tonight. Then, we'll return downstairs for some training and play time until it's time to shower.

"And no, you still may not put anything on from the waist down... but while we're in your room, you will put on a light sweater. You have gooseflesh." 

Speaking as I turned, I walked back across My room then we went down the hall to Rachael's room.

I went straight to her closet, opened the door, and turned on the light. Handing out a lightweight long sleeved sweater for her to put on, I then went back to perusing her clothes. I realized as I looked, that I hadn't told Rachael about the dinner plans. Now was as good a time as later.

"We're going out to dinner tonight Pet, and there is a two-fold reason behind it. It is partly as a reward because you have done so well with your training up to this point... but it is also as a treat meant to give you a break from all the cooking and to get us out of the house now that it's stopped snowing. 

"I'm taking you to a new place that a friend of mine owns. But, I don't want you to act shocked by things you might see there." I halted to turn and face her so I could watch her face as I told her the rest... well almost all of it.

"The restaurant is lifestyle-friendly. It was created specifically with the lifestyle in mind; and is "members only." You will see much tonight that is new to you. Do not be surprised by it... do not be put off by it. Just remember what I have taught you and what you have learned so far; for tonight, it will be put to the test of being in public.

"The owner is a former Dom who is no longer active in the lifestyle. He will be watching you as will every other Dom/me in the place. And their subs will be watching you too... just not as obviously. The wait staff is comprised mainly of submissives. Some will be collared, and some won't. Those subs who aren't wearing collars, have been lent out for the evening to serve in a public gathering as a way of earning their collars." 

I continued to speak as I went through the clothes hanging in Rachael's closet, mentally discarding everything my hand landed upon... until the next to the last item I pulled out had caught my eye. I withdrew the short black frock with its scoop neck and long sleeves, nodding My approval as I put it on the bed. 

Then I went to Rachael's lingerie chest and pulled out her black lace panties and bra set, its matching garter belt and a pair of fishnet stockings with the small netting. 

"All right, Pet. This is what you are expected to wear tonight along with your silver heels. You will also wear a few articles of jewelry, which will be chosen later. Shall we return downstairs now?" 

I waited for Rachael to precede me out onto the landing and then we headed back to the living room. 

I couldn't resist giving her bare ass a gentle swat as she passed me, and I kept my hand resting against the right cheek as we walked, side-by-side, down the stairs and re-entered the living room. I waited until she was seated on her towel again before I sat down next to her and pulled the bag from Mikala's out from under the end table. 

Reaching in, I then pulled out several of the smaller bags. Settling back into the cushions behind me, I placed the first small bag in Rachael's lap, then sat back and rested my hand against her bare sex as I told her she could open it now if she wished... or she could wait until they were dressed and ready to leave for the evening. 

Rachael instinctively opened her bare legs a little wider so I could touch her more intimately, if I wished, and I idly began running a finger up and down against the outer lips of her puss with just the lightest of touches. 

To her credit, Rachael tried not to squirm as she thanked me before she opened the bag, reached in then drew out a long, thin, chain that sparkled. 

"What is this, Sir?" She asked, completely baffled. She hadn't remembered seeing it amidst all the items I had bought the night we had stopped at Mikala's.

"It's a leash, Pet. This one is for fancy dress occasions when We go out in public, or when We have people over for gatherings. Although it is thin, I want you to get used to wearing it. Lift your hair, please." 

Reaching out, I took the chain from the middle of Rachael's palm, opened the clasp and clicked it onto the "D" ring of her kitty collar. 

"Stand up please Pet. I want to see how long it is on you. The leather handle should rest next to or near your knee."

Rachael stood up and watched as the thin leash began to extend and uncoil from the center of my palm. When she was standing in front of me, I let the leather loop handle go and was very pleased when it hung right next to her knee... right where it was supposed to be. Smiling, I then told Rachael she could sit back down.

When she was once more seated on her towel and my hand was resting against her bare sex, I gave her the second small bag.

"More Sir? Goodness!" 

Rachael watched my eyes as she opened the bag and then reached inside. She pulled out a long thin box and raised her eyes until they met Mine.

"Go on, open it Pet. It won't bite, I promise." I couldn't suppress the chuckle at her expression.

Rachael opened the long thin box and inside was a black kitty collar with just a few clear stones ringed in silver-colored metal and there were three "D" rings spaced evenly between the metal-rimmed stones. When she looked up at Me again, there was concern and confusion in her eyes. And even though she tried to hide it... there was a trace of hurt and sadness in her voice.

"Sir? Have I done something wrong? Have I displeased You in some way? I thought You said I was doing well and that You were pleased. Why is this one black?" 

The words just poured out and the eyes that looked at me were brimming with unshed tears.

"Oh Pet! You have done nothing wrong... nor have you displeased me. I have not made the reason for the gift clear. Dry your eyes, please. This is to be worn when We go out tonight as a way to compliment your clothes. I didn't think the rose-colored collar was the ideal one to wear with fancy clothes, that's all. 

"Now that I know the leash is the right length, come to me and I will take it off the collar you're wearing then I'll clip it to this one later." I spoke with a soft tone in order to reassure Rachael that her new black collar was the "jewelry accent piece" I had been speaking of.

I watched as Rachael rose to her knees, which she had tucked up under her, and moved across the cushions to my side. I also noted that her breasts were level with my mouth as I reached up and unclipped the leash then moved my hand and dropped the thin chain on top of the end table next to Me. 

"Stay where you are Pet, please." His words stopped her from moving back to sit down as I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs. Continuing upward, I moved under her thin sweater to mold her breasts. I began to knead them and felt the nipples begin to harden and press into My palms.

"Take your top off Pet and display your breasts to Me." 

My thumbs and forefingers started teasing her nipples as she reached down and pulled the top up and over her head... exposing her breasts as I sat seated in front of her.

While her skin felt hot where My hands touched... she could feel her breasts swell as I continued playing with her nipples. First I pulled them out and then I pinched them. Then, I twisted them hard... and felt them become harder.

After removing my fingers, I leaned forward and bit one... hard. I heard Rachael pull a deep breath of air into her lungs. I noted it when her head fell back as she surrendered to the enjoyment of My touch. 

Slowly I pulled My mouth from her nipple as I pulled the nipple clamps from the pocket of my slacks. Quickly, while she was still lost in her space, I attached the clamps to her rock-hard nipples.

I brought my right hand up from her left hip and gave a sudden jerk to the chain that hung between her breasts. It had the reaction I knew it would. Rachael's head snapped forward and the unfamiliar pain began to register on her brain. I noted her wince as I pulled the chain again.

"You will get used to these My Pet... and the pain will soon become pleasurable and you will welcome it. I will put these on after our shower and you will wear them under your bra tonight. Or perhaps I will let you forego the bra as you get used to the clamps. Now, let Me remove these. We need to head up to shower and get ready to leave. Dinner reservations are for 7:30."

I unclipped the clamps and dropped them next to the black collar and leash as I stood up. As Rachael got up, she reached for her towel and took it up with her so she could put it in her hamper. Stopping to re-hang the sweater that Sir had handed her to put on when He picked out her clothes for tonight, she grabbed her robe then scurried down the hall to join Him in their shower.

We leisurely washed each other, as we usually did, then had to hurry to dry off and dress if we were to make the reservation on time. Rachael took great care with her appearance this time... spending a little more time than usual as she made sure that she didn't forget anything and that everything was perfect.

She ran the brush through her long hair as she dried it... opting to leave it long and loose so it would dry in the soft swirls that framed her face. She added just the barest of make up and gloss... but paid special attention to her eyes. 

Once she stepped into her dress, minus the bra as I said, she headed toward the door to go down the hall to My room to ask for assistance in zipping her dress. 

She had taken two steps out onto the landing when she heard me call up from the living room. Rachael crossed the landing and headed down the stairs to meet me as I waited for her by the bottom stair. Seeing that the back of her dress wasn't zipped, I had her let go of it so it would fall away from her chest. I pushed it down further to expose her nipples.

I quickly pinched first one nipple and then the other until they stood erect. Swiftly I put the clamps in place... tugged on the chain twice... then lifted her dress back into place, turned her around and zipped up the back of her dress. I then had her move her hair aside and reached down to pick up the black collar and leash. 

Once the black one was in place and buckled, I undid her rose-colored one and dropped it on the table. 

Noting the time, I ushered her ahead of him as We crossed the living room. Almost as soon as We had stepped out onto the brick stairs... Bradford was waiting with the back door of the limo open. 

Once they were both inside and the door was closed, I handed Rachael a napkin from the bar motioning for her to flip the hem of her dress up before she sat.

As the car took off down the drive, I once again rested My hand against Rachael's panty-covered sex. I could feel the heat from her sex beneath the material so I slid two fingers beneath the crotch of her panties and moved the front panel aside. Her heat surrounded my fingers as I began to idly stroke up and down along her labia. Occasionally I slid a finger dip into her wet slit.

I had decided that a little edge play would be in order until We got to the restaurant and met up with Octavia. I felt Rachael open her legs wider to allow me more access but I didn't press for depth. My fingers continued to slide up along her labia until I felt her hard nub beneath them.

"Masturbate your clit with the fingers of your right hand while I run My fingers up and down your slit, girl. I want the scent of your sex on me when We step out. When we step inside the foyer, We will be met by the owner. Keep in mind that He is a former Dom and is entitled to the same respect you give Me.

"You will place your right hand in His and greet him as "Sir." Do not be shocked or surprised by what He might or will do next. Am I clear?" 

Rachael nodded just as the car stopped in front of the restaurant and she followed Me out of the car and inside.

As Rachael stepped out of the car, I caught the free-swinging leather loop of the leash, wrapping My fingers around it so that I was holding it when We entered the foyer.

Peter Nicholas looked up as the door opened to watch the couple walk in. As soon as he recognized Rodger, he came forward from the Matre'd podium with his hand extended and a broad smile lit his face. As he approached the couple, his blue eyes took in the small woman on Rodger Black's left as she walked beside the man who held her leash.

"Rodger! You old dog! So glad you could come." 

He shook hands with the man who was his equal in height, then slowly slid his eyes to Rodger's left.

"And who... is this divine creature you have in tow?" Rachael stood straight and lifted her eyes to meet the gaze of the man speaking.

"Peter, this is Rachael, my new girl. Rachael? This is Peter Nicholas." 

I spoke clearly and waited as Rachael extended her right hand and placed it in Pete's. I was not disappointed when Pete raised his eyes in silent question and Rachael did not see My answering nod.

Pete brought Rachael's right hand up to his lips and kissed the fingertips she had placed against his palm. He caught the slight scent of musk on her fingers and extended the tip of his tongue under her middle finger as he closed his full lips around the tip and sucked on it then slowly pulled his mouth away and stood straight again.




Rachael's Awakening Ch. 07



"A very sweet morsel you have there, Rodger. If she weren't collared, and I were still in the life... I'd snatch her up in a snap." He snapped his fingers and grinned at Rodger as his words, full of meaning and innuendo sank in.

"Come, follow me to your table. We'll catch up over dessert and coffee. Make sure you save room for our Tiramisu. It's excellent, if I do say so. I've put you in a booth, sixth out from the kitchen. This way your food will be hotter when it arrives... but you won't be interrupted by the kitchen noises." 

Peter extended his hand to me, palm up, and raised an eyebrow in his second silent question of the evening.

Reluctantly I placed the loop of the leash across Pete's open palm and spoke low.

"Only as far as the table, old boy; only as far as the table. She is mine." 

My smile belied the undertone of my words to the man in front of me. Peter, for all his bluster, did not mistake their meaning. 

Pete led the way, Rachael following behind him, to the table and as we approached it Rachael noted it was set for three. She was probably wondering why I hadn't told her there would be a third party at our dinner... but she also knew that she would be told only if I felt that she needed to know. 

Pete handed the leather loop back to me then bent slightly as he swung the table out to let Rachael slide in. As she moved to slip into her place, Pete quickly picked up the spare napkin from the table top, snapped it open, and then placed it onto the leather seat motioning to Rachael that she could continue to slide in.

"Now you may sit down, girl." Pete waited for me to step in and position myself close to Rachael. Once I was seated, I placed my left hand high on her right thigh, before Pete slid the table back into place.

"Enjoy your meal and your evening. I'll stop by periodically to check on you. Your waitperson tonight is an uncollared submissive who is, almost, painfully shy. Her name is Virginia and it is my opinion that the girl either doesn't know, or won't admit, she's submissive.

"Well, I must get back up front so I can greet the new arrivals. Rodger? Thank you for the privilege of walking Your girl to your table, and allowing me to seat her. She is quite the charmer and has learned her place quite well. Was she established in the life long before you found her?" 

"You're welcome Pete. Yes, she is quite the charmer and has indeed learned her place, and her lessons quite well. And no, she was not established in the life... at all... before she came to me. She started out working for me... now; she lives with me and so far, has taken to the life quite well.

"I see your major domo motioning for you, old boy. You'd best be off to the foyer to meet and greet your new arrivals. We'll wait for you to join us before we order dessert and coffee. Oh, before I forget... I am expecting Domme Octavia to join us soon. Would you please escort her to our table when she arrives?"

Pete nodded and shook My hand again before he turned and headed off to the foyer of his new establishment.

"Well, Pet... you just made a conquest with Pete. In all the years I've known him, I've never known him to ask for the leash of another's submissive. And I know he liked your taste as well... as do I.

"Would you care for wine before or with dinner? And what about appetizers?" 

We looked over the menus and Rachael answered my questions in a low voice. As I sat next to Rachael, I started to move my hand until it came to rest against her sex then stopped. I realized that she still had her panties on, and I wanted to feel bare skin beneath My fingers. Turning to her, I spoke firmly but softly.

"I have a small assignment for you that I want completed before Domme Octavia gets here. I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties then come back to the table and give them to me. Now go... and be quick." 

Rachael slid out of the booth and made her way back to the foyer and the restrooms. She stepped into a stall and locked the door. When she was done, she stepped out of her panties, then washed up and went back to join Rodger.

When she got to the booth I watched her slide back in and sit down on the napkin. I knew she was being observed so I held out My hand and waited for her to place the panties in My palm. I could tell she was embarrassed as she placed them in the hand I held out before her and that embarrassment was confirmed as color covered her face when she saw Me place them on the table, with the crotch exposed, just to the right of my cup and saucer.

I then moved my left hand up along her right thigh until I could feel the warmth of her body then moved my fingers lower along her inner thigh, gently tapping against it. This was My signal for her to open her legs further. I then rested my fingertips against her clit and to judge her reaction, I pressed hard against it.

I could tell she was struggling not to make any obvious movements as she felt that familiar excitement start to build whenever My fingers touched her.

The sound of a soft voice made us raise our heads from the menus as I spoke to the waitperson.

"May I take your drink and appetizer order, Sir?" 

The girl's eyes met Mine only briefly before she quickly looked down at her pad... pen in hand... and waited for Me to speak. She tried not to stare at the black lace panties on the table... but she hadn't been told to expect the unexpected as part of her work environment.

"Yes, child. Please bring three glasses of Riesling, the stuffed mushroom caps, an order of Rumaki, and an order of fried zucchini with ranch dressing. That will do for starters."

"Thank you, Sir. I will return with your wine." She looked Me in the eyes again then swiftly departed from the table to place the order in the kitchen and to bring the glasses of wine. 

The girl had just disappeared into the kitchen when Pete came back to the table, followed by a statuesque woman in black silk. I quickly stood up as Pete slid the table out and waited as Octavia greeted Me and then sat to Rachael's left. Rachael recognized the woman immediately as the one from Fredrick's. 

I sat back down and placed my hand back against Rachael's bare sex before I spoke to Octavia... mindless of Rachael's reaction to the person who joined us at table.

"Punctual as always Samantha... and perfectly timed. I've only just ordered wine and appetizers and they should be here directly. I held off ordering the main meal until you were here. So, how was your day?" 

I moved my fingers down just a little and pressed hard against Rachael's clit again as Octavia began to talk about her day.

The wine and appetizers arrived shortly after Octavia's arrival and the shy girl waited while we made our selections. Once she had written them down, she went back to the kitchen to place the order and to get another order of Rumaki and stuffed mushroom caps. Then she went to the wine chiller and got another bottle of Riesling and brought it, and a corkscrew to Me.

The evening passed quickly but enjoyably. The wine was superb; the appetizers were just right without being too filling. I ordered Swordfish and Steak with a medley of winter vegetables and a baked potato. Octavia ordered Halibut as well as the vegetables and baked potato. Rachael had grilled chicken also with vegetables and a side salad. 

Pete came by the table a few times to inquire how everything was and as the evening wore on, the patrons dwindled and now he was able to bring a chair and sat down at the end of the table in the near-empty dining room. He snapped his fingers and the shy girl who had been our server came over quickly. 

He told her to go bring the four slices of Tiramisu that he'd put in the cooler and coffee for four. She all but ran off to do as Pete had asked and came back with the dessert and coffee in a flash.

I glanced at my watch and noted that it was almost 10:00. I drained the last of the coffee then picked up Rachael's panties from the table and put them in the pocket of My coat. Pete caught the small signal, and as he stood up he slid the table back so the ladies could exit with ease.

When I reached into the inside of my jacket where I kept my wallet, Pete shook his head and said that anytime We came to his establishment for dinner... it was to be on the house. He walked behind us, waving us off from the front door then he stepped back inside the foyer, closing and locking the door behind him.

As Pete pocketed the key, he let his eyes rove the now empty restaurant... searching for... looking for... her. He saw her movement from the corner of his eye and smiled to himself. He realized he had spent the evening watching the quiet and shy submissive that had been the waitperson assigned to Rodger's table. 

Dimming the house lights, he then moved with purposeful strides, in Virginia's direction. Little did she know that because of how well she had done and how pleased Pete was... not only had he made the decision to re-enter the lifestyle, he had also decided to take the unclaimed submissive as his own. 

He came up behind Virginia and reached out to pull her tightly against his chest. He quickly gave a half-turn then pressed her face down against a bare tabletop.

The shy girl struggled against the tight grasp and the hand over her mouth tightened as the thumb and forefinger pinched her nostrils closed, cutting off her air. She had no idea who was behind her until she heard the cultured tone of the owner's voice in her ear and only then did she begin to relax a little. 

"Virginia? Stop struggling!" Pete released the hold he had on her nose and mouth as his other hand still held her firmly against the tabletop.

"I noticed that you don't wear a collar. Do you not have an owner?" Pete bent low over the prone figure beneath him as he hissed the question in her ear.

"No Sir, I don't have an owner; therefore, I do not wear a collar Sir. Wh-wh-why?" She was scared and she was shaking as her voice betrayed her nervousness. She had no idea what could or would happen or what this man was capable of doing.

Pete pressed his body against the captive body beneath him, making sure that she felt his hardness press between the cheeks of her ass. He felt them clench together tightly as he moved his left hand up until he could entwine his fingers into her hair and pull her head back.

"Because at the end of your work shift, when you leave here tonight, you will have an owner. You will have that someone you long for who will make decisions for you. And before you start your shift tomorrow night, you are to come to Me and accept Me and what I offer you. I want you to be wearing My collar... and My mark when you clock in.

"Now slave spread your legs." Virginia immediately complied with Peter's demand and He felt her thighs widen.

"Wider, girl. I want total access to you." He spoke close against her ear.

Pete pushed his right leg between hers forcing her to open them wider. He moved his right hand down to unzip his pants and then up to unbuckle his belt. Pulling the belt free from the loops, he placed it on the table where Virginia could see it. He pulled the girl up by her hair, mindless of her squeal of pain.

"Reach your right hand up between us and slide the clasp of my pants free and let them fall to my knees. Then, I want you to begin to stroke my cock. You will feel it thicken as you stroke. Are you a virgin or have you had a cock in you before? Tell me quickly girl."

"No Sir. I am not a virgin; and yes, I have had a cock in me before," she replied as she reached between them to do as Pete had told her. Virginia was surprised to hear that her voice no longer shook, and was soft yet clear when she answered Pete's questions.

"Good. I don't mind or object to taking virgins, I just don't want tonight to be one of those times." Pete began to feel his cock thicken and grow larger and longer as Virginia began to stroke it. Soon he covered her hand with his as he guided the head of his hard cock up and down the wet slit of the girl beneath him until he heard the sound he was waiting for. 

With no further words, Pete shoved his erect penis between her labia. In one stroke he was buried balls-deep in Virginia's sopping vagina.

He pushed her face and upper body down against the tabletop again and fucked her... hard and deep... until he came... groaning loudly as he filled her... and claimed her as His. When Pete had emptied every drop of hot cum into the vagina of his submissive, he pulled out of her, told her to stand, turn then kneel in front of Him. 

"Do not let a puddle form beneath you as you clean me. Is that understood?" He told her firmly.

"If you do, you will feel the leather of my belt against your bare ass and against the lips of your pussy. Then, I will fuck you until I fill you again." A groan rumbled low in his chest at the thought of pushing his hard cock into her hot, wet, vagina. 

As Virginia nodded, Pete grabbed her by her hair again and told her to open her mouth. She was to clean their joint mixture from his softening cock. He groaned again at the soft touch of her tongue as she began to clean his cock. He sighed with pleasure and knew he would be leaving the restaurant far later than usual tonight.

Across town, the limo entered between the gates and Olivia's Mercedes followed close behind. It had been months since she had been at My home and she still remembered the less than warm welcome she had received from Becca. She had never been able to figure out what it was about that girl that she didn't like... but for those who had known Becca, when compared to his new girl Rachael... there was no comparison. The girls were as different as night and day.

Octavia Samantha recalled how silent Rachael had been at dinner, yet her eyes never stopped moving. She had willingly stayed accessible to Rodger and her manners were divine, even though her panties were on top of the table, in plain view of one and all. 

Becca, she continued to remember, had been furious when Rodger had displayed her panties the night they all had gone to dinner, which had not been at a lifestyle-friendly restaurant. Becca had remained sullen and sour for the evening, making playtime less than enjoyable when they got back to the house. 

She pulled her car into the garage next to the limo, put it into park and shut off the ignition. She swung the door open and got ready to step out when Bradford held out his hand to assist her.

"Madam. Allow me?" His soft voice reached her ears as she turned to step out.

Samantha smiled at him as he helped her stand before he bent to open the passenger's door and grab her case off the back seat, and let the door close with a soft click. Offering the tall Titian-haired woman his arm, he walked her across the garage and to the door that led into the house. Putting her case down next to her, Bradford tipped his hat and bid her a softly spoken good night then turned on his heel and moved toward the door that led to his quarters above the garage.

Sam picked up her case and walked into the laundry room that was now off the kitchen. She remembered it as being in the garage on her last visit and noted the other subtle changes as she followed Rachael into the kitchen and then into the living room where a cozy fire cast a welcoming glow across the carpet.

"Would you like to follow me upstairs, Ma'am?" Octavia Samantha turned her head in Rachael's direction, nodding as she turned and followed the girl up the stairs and then down the landing to the guest room.

Rachael opened the door and flipped the light switch. The bedside lamps flooded the room in soft light as the tall woman walked into the room, heading for the closet so she could hang up her coat and take off her shoes. When she opened the closet door, the light scent of Lavender filled her nostrils and she reached for a padded hanger as she shrugged out of her coat.

"Are you responsible for the colors and warmth Rachael? If so... it is definitely a welcome change from my last visit. I love the light pink and gray you chose to use in here and then carried through into the bathroom. And the sachet in the closet is a very nice touch. Rodger must consider himself very, very lucky to have you." She almost purred as she spoke to the girl who was coming out of the bathroom.

"I do Octavia. I consider myself very lucky indeed. Rachael is quite the treasure, to be sure." 

I had been lounging against the doorframe to gauge Samantha's reaction to the room now versus the cold reception of the last time she was here. I crossed the carpet and came up behind Rachael, wrapping My arms around her and pulling her back against Me.

Rachael was unable to stop the wince that crossed her face as My arms came in contact with her breasts. But it wasn't lost on Samantha. Her sharp eyes saw the girl try to cover her breasts before the arms touched her breasts.

"Tender breasts Rachael, or sensitive or sore nipples? Which is it? Or, is it both?" The tall woman looked straight at Me as she asked the girl with them her question.

I uncrossed My arms and told Rachael to stand tall with her arms at her sides. I then unzipped her dress and let it fall to her waist, exposing her bare breasts, and the nipple clamps, to the woman who stood with us. 

Rachael stood still as I then moved to stand in front of her and first removed the clamp from one nipple and then the other and put the clamps in my pants pocket.

"I almost forgot about the clamps. She's been wearing them since we left the house for dinner. They are very tender to the touch as you just saw." I looked into Rachael's eyes as I continued speaking.

"They will hurt when the blood begins to flow into them Rachael... but I want you to bear it as best as you can. Go to your bathroom and wet a soft cloth in cold water then press it against your nipples. Then, I want you to get out of your clothes. If the dress is unsoiled and unstained, go ahead and hang it back up in your closet. 

"If it is not clean, put it in the hamper that is for your dry cleaning and we'll take care of dropping it off on Monday. When you can stand to have something against your nipples again, put on a Teddy and its matching Brushing Robe then join us in the living room, please." He spoke softly but the tone was unmistakable.

"Yes Sir. Excuse me, Ma'am." Rachael exited the guest room and headed for hers. 

She tried to walk in such a way so her breasts wouldn't move. Even the soft Jersey material of her dress was agony as it rubbed against her now throbbing nipples and she almost cried out as they began to tingle as the blood began to fill them and the numbness began to wear off.

She reached her room and closed the door, then quickly stepped out of the black dress giving it the once over as she walked to her closet. The dress was in good condition, so she pulled out the padded hanger and re-hung it. She then turned and went quickly into her bathroom and turned on the cold water as she grabbed a soft cotton cloth and ran it under the water.

She rung out the excess water and then placed the cold cloth against her red and sore nipples. She drew a deep breath as the cloth touched the nipples and she bit down on her lower lip as she felt a scream rise in her throat. While holding the cloth in place, she was able to walk back into her room and take out a Teddy and matching Brushing Robe.

Leaving on the thigh-high stockings, Rachael took off the black lace garter belt then put it away in her lingerie chest. She was soon able to pull on the Teddy and slip into the matching Robe. She then attached the thigh-highs to the garters of the Teddy. Running her brush through her hair again, she then grabbed a soft cloth headband to keep her hair out of her face and walked out of her room and back down to the living room as told... all the while wondering why this woman from the shoppe in the mall was here.