5 comments/ 12319 views/ 0 favorites A Slave's Story Ch. 03 By: silvercrow Jamilla Looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The Reflection she saw was one that she didn't believe. Her mousy hair was now shades lighter and shone in the light. A simple black leather tie held is back. Her once Boyishly body was scrubbed clean and now looked like a beautiful young woman. The simple layers of silk showed and flattered curves she never knew she had. The girl she once was wasn't in the Mirror no more there stood a Stunning Young Woman. Jamilla Lowers her eyes humbly but not before she could see the jealous looks Navah and Zareen were giving her. Tears fell over her rouged cheeks and smug smiles crossed her jerag's faces. Turning and stepping softly Jamilla barely heard the simple directs being told to her. Navah felt a little guilty about how she and her jerag were treating Jamilla. It's hard for a girl to feel replaced. She saw how Master looked at her. He has never looked at any of His girls this way. She tried to get Jamilla's attention. She could see what she was saying wasn't getting through to her. Finally just before they reached Masters Door. She forced Jamilla to look at her. " First you will not speak unless spoken to, you will always Answer with Sir unless He directs you other wise. Keep your eyes lowered never look Master in the eyes. Do what He Tells You to do with no question girl! Know your place Or He will show it to you" Jamilla could do nothing more then just nod at this girl who was now her sister. Turning to the Dark wood Door Jamilla knocked softly and waited. The knock came lightly though He knew she was there before she even knocked. He altered one Word "ENTER" and waited as the door opened slowly. Talon's breath was taken away as she meekly entered to the room. He noticed that Jamilla kept her eyes lowered and peeking glances every now and then when she thought He wasn't looking. He had showered and changed cloths. Black leather breeches replaced the dingy dirty riding pants. His Shirt was open to his waist. He took special pride in how he dressed. Taking a deep breath as she came to stop in front of Him. Looking down at her He enjoyed just breathing in the fresh clean scent of her. Looking Up He saw His girls standing in the doorway waiting for Him to release them from their duty. Smiling smugly to Himself at the loathing looks they are giving her when they thing he isn't looking. "Girls you are released to the guards tonight. Obey them as if they are me." They turned and left silently knowing better then to argue. Talon now walked around this astounding looking woman in front of him. Laughing to him self at her insecurity. He knew she didn't know why she was there or what was to be come of her. As he walked to His seat he thought that would be a great place to start. Jamilla's heart stopped when she heard Him tell her to enter. She walked in slowly keeping her eyes lowered as her sisters had told her to. Every so often she would steal looks at Him. He was stunningly handsome he literally took her breath away. She stopped directly in front of him and waited for something from Him. Any word or hint to what was going to happen to her. It took everything in her when he spoke to dismiss Navah and Zareen. She felt bad for them as he turned them over the guards with no regard to what they wanted. She watched Him take His seat. He looked stunning sitting there. Jamilla's heart raced as she watched Him. Her heart stopped when He called her name and told her to kneel in the pillow to the left of His seat. Walking slowly jamilla does as He asks but truly wonders how much more He will ask for and how much more she can obey. Walking as slowly as she dared she did as He asked her too. No she thought as He told her to. His simple words were not a request they were orders and left little to argue with. It was a simple order but Talon watched as she struggled to obey Him. She took small tentative steps towards Him. He chuckled as she walked slowly towards Him. He watched her in conflict and it caused even deeper stirrings within His Loins. Mumbling a cruse to him self about getting control. He wasn't some Love struck wet behind the ears whelp. He was Lord Talon, Of Lowenbrau. He managed thousands of acres of land several Provinces on the coasts. How could one simple kajira reduce Him to boyish dreams? He stared down at her face and was awe struck at the radiance that shone there. She was truly a beauty though He sensed she didn't know it. That was something He would have to teach her as she grew into her place. Now was the time to tell her who she was and what her mother truly was and her new place and station in the house. Mentally Taking a Deep breath He starts. 20 years ago the Story starts. Cheyna like many other young woman were brought over from Lands that were conquered. Spoils of the win might you say. These Young Woman and some men were sold into Houses as kajira's slaves. They were at the Master and Mistress's wills. They unlike the paid help had not rights or privileges that were not give to them by their owners. Well a Young and well off Merchant fell Hopelessly in love with one of my Fathers personal slaves. Your Father approached mine and offered a great Dowry to set her free so that they may marry. My Father wanted nothing of it. She was one of His pride slaves. She had a fire that couldn't be matched. However Father saw something in her eyes He had never seen before this day and that were pure unadulterated love for each other. Father knew that His Prize would never be the same so He made her Promise if she was to ever have a Daughter that she was to be sold to Him as His kajira to replace what he had lost. Your mother knowing that Duncan loved her enough to free Her Promised that she would. 2 years later you were born. I was there to help usher you into the world and to remind your mother of her promise to my Father. Unfortunately my father died before He could see you. I paid for you're up brining and safety. A for night ago I paid the last of it twice as much as promised just so I could catch you as You ran. I sear by all that God has given me you will never run from me again! Jamilla felt the tears spill from her eyes. This unfeeling conceited man was telling things she never knew about her mother to her. Her mother was never willingly someone's slave. This was not the woman who taught her to mend and to cook. This Woman always told her to follow her heart and the fire within. Her mother valued freedom and took special pride in it. Then certain memories started flooding back to her things she had seen as she grew. The Pride her mother took in serving her father first the times she saw her kneeled at his side as they talked how she never questioned her father and always spoke in calm even tones. Her eyes much like hers for many years were cast down and rarely met with anyone else's eyes. Could this Dark and strangely Handsome man be telling her the truth? She felt something in the pit of her stomach that told her He was and it saddened her. Though His presence wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it should be. It was as if He has been there her whole life. Parts of herself were responding in ways she didn't know. There was a wet fire within her Womanhood that only grew as He spoke to her. The Sharp suddenness of His Order snapped her out of her thoughts and Jamilla wasn't sure what scared her more the tone of His voice or the Fact that she without hesitation or thought did as He ordered. Standing suddenly Talon Orders her to stand and present herself to Him. He was pleasantly surprised by her response. As if without thought Jamilla stands placing her hands behind her head her legs parted chest thrusted forward in presentation. It wasn't perfect but better then Talon thought she could do either Her mother trained her some or she herself had a slaves fire that would out do even her own mothers. Talon walked around her slowly not touching her just admiring the view. She shivered slightly. His smile deepened as He saw her body start to flush. He stepped close behind her and untied the silks she was wearing allowing them to fall over her over sensitive body. Talon hers her let out a small gasp as they flutter to her feet. Talon allows the Dark Dom to take over as He presses His hand to her lower back pushing her over to her arse was presented to Him. He kicks her feet farther apart causing a whimper to escape her lips. "Not a Sound girl or you will be punished" Talon knows she has not control. He hasn't taught her control yet. His hands massage her olive colored arse picturing it a lovely shade of red later this evening. He Brushes His hard manhood against her feeling her tense against Him. Talon doesn't know if He should be angry with Himself or not. He would have deflowered any other kajira by now. There was something about Jamilla He wanted to savor with her. If Talon was correct and she truly has a slave's fire then she must come around on her own. She has to give it to Him freely. He knew better then to break a rare slave such as her. He was going to enjoy taking His time with her. Making her come around and show her what she is made of and Capable of giving and receiving in return. Sliding His hand over her bottom he slips a finger deep into her hot wet heat. Pushing Deep till His finger hit the treasure she holds most dear and causing her to Moan. Smiling wickedly her arse was now His. Jamilla doesn't know what came over her the second He ordered her to present herself she stood and assumed what she thought the position was. Why was her body and betraying her mind or was it her mind betraying her body? All she knew was there was something deep in her being that was telling her to do this. And she did, His Dark Eyes on her. Why was He watching her? What wasn't He speaking? She felt His fingers on Her shoulders as He undid her silks. Why didn't she try and stop him? What is this hold he has over her? The gentle Motion of the silks only heightened her already aroused by. She felt His pressure on her lower back and leaned forward as directed. Her mind was racing as she tried to follow His orders. But His Finger pressing inside her heat was too much she couldn't stifle the moan she let out. She shuttered at the thought of what He would do to her and why did it matter so much to her? How come she wanted to please this man so much? What was wrong with her? Jamilla cried helplessly to herself. She couldn't allow herself to be manipulated like this. Franticly thinking to her self they must have drugged her into submission. She must fight it. But His sudden hand in her hair yanking her up and pulling her along with Him quenched any thoughts of fighting for now. If felt good to grab a handful of her hair. It felt even better when she started to struggle against Him. He saw the changes take over. He saw that she was beginning to realize what she was and what she was getting into but as quickly as that spark lit it died like an open book she shut down and went limp. He knew she was blaming the tea for her willingness and not the fire within. Well He was going to show her how much a slave she really is. Talon led His slave to the wall were from the look of horror on her face he was sure she saw the chains and watched as her mind formulated what was going to happen to her next. With a swiftness of year's experience He places her wrists into the fur lined cuffs and locked them. Quickly He kicks the shackles around her ankles before he bends to lock them. He wasn't stupid she would kick and thrash and He was only Protecting Himself and she from getting hurt. Yanking the Leather cord from her hair he uses it to tie her waist length hair on the top of her head. Talon Walks away allowing her time to stew and think about what's to happen next? Jamilla tried to wiggle free of His hand in her hair but quickly gave into the fact He was leading and she was going to follow with no choice in the matter. She knew her face was giving her away. And the utter look of Horror when she saw were He was leading her was truly apparent but she couldn't help herself He was leading her towards a wall that had shackles and other evil looking things. Panic was all she could do. As soon as he finished securing her Jamilla did what she thought any sane person would do she thrashed about and tried to free herself. The sudden pull of the leather cord in her hair and his gentle touch as He refastened her hair startled her. She stopped struggling immediately. As soon as the touch started it stopped and she Heard Him walk away. Jamilla couldn't help it she started thrashing about again and screaming for him to come back and release her from her bonds. Sitting in His chair Talon Smiled to Himself as she listened to her demands. Jamilla couldn't see were he was or what He was doing and that only scared and thrilled her more. She knew she shouldn't be making demands she was in no position to but what else could she do just shut up and take what is coming to her? Could she pretend to submit to get what she wanted and maybe in a weak moment escape Him? Frantic Jamilla was willing to try anything. Jamilla ceased her struggles and in a soft voice that shocked even her begged for what she had coming to her. Talon enjoyed the site in front him. Almost too much. He had to adjust his tight leather pants. Then decided better if nothing else He would break in her virgin mouth. Though had he not broken up her little party with the Shepard boy that sweet little mouth of hers wouldn't be virgin? His pants grew tighter at the thought of breaking this little wench in. Without a word Talon comes and removes the shackles. Again taking her by her hair He leads her over to His chair. Pointing the pillow to the right of the chair all He had to say was "Kneel"! without a second thought she did as He told her. Kneeling with her palms up on her thighs.. Her thighs parted slightly her eyes lowered Jamilla's faces all flustered from her tirade. Talon sits in His Chair next to her and pets her head. He can see the anger; frustration and humiliation over take her. How she has managed to stay this calm was truly a wonder. Talon was more then willing to test that. "Lap" was all Jamilla heard his say and again this was automatic. This was a position she learned as a child when we had done something wrong it was the position she took to receive her well earned spanking from her father. As she rose slowly to her feet the look Talon was waiting for crossed Jamilla's face he had been waiting for all night, pure hate rage and Defiance. Just as she turned on her feet to Run Talon grabs her and throws her over his knee's pinning her so she can kick harmlessly but other wise was trapped. Picking up his Crop from the table you could hear the resounding smack as it made contact with her bare skin. Jamilla let out a loud cry as the leather hit her bare skin. She was sure if Talon weren't holding her tightly she would have jumped off his lap. "Now Slut You will stay still and count each and every strike I give you" If You misses one I will start over. I will start you off with 15 for making noise when I specifically told not too. Any Movement or noise I will add on to the spanking by 5. So you know I am spanking you cause I can and I choose too. For no other reason then I enjoy it. You will learn your place. You will learn to serve and obey me that am not a choice. Simple shake or nod your head in answer. Do you understand me? Jamilla screamed when the crop hit her for the first time. She couldn't help it. She bite her lip as hard as she could to keep from crying out she could taste the copper flavor of her own blood were she bite herself as the slap hit. She nodded that she understood the simple instructions but couldn't help but blush with embarrassment. For each stroke of the crop made her wiggle obscenely against him and she couldn't help the soft whimpering and moaning as she counted. Jamilla could feel the tears stream her face and the heat grow between her legs. She was terrified to think that it wasn't the pain of the Crop baring down on her thighs, arse and womanhood that was causing the Heat there to grow hotter and wetter but the other intense unknown feeling growing around her heart. With Each Stroke Jamilla felt more and more of whom she thought she was slip away? Away slipped the need to try and run and more about how to please this man enough to make Him stop. She was fighting both herself and Him for Control and she was quickly realizing it wasn't she was in control and as much as she hated that thought it similarly warmed her heart to know that. As suddenly as the beating started it stopped and soft tender hands replaced the harsh smack of the crop. A Slave's Story Ch. 03 Chapter 3. She Tests her Master's Limitations. Saturday Evening I followed him downstairs a few minutes later. He was busy in the kitchen, bent over the chest freezer. I stood silently, in as provocative stance as I could manage. One hand on raised hip the other circling an erect nipple and my tongue licking my lips. I watched him through languorous eyes, head slightly down and looking slightly up. Eventually he sensed my presence. "Jessica I have just selected a meal and I do not know what you like to eat, I have not even asked you." He ignored my invitation. I did not respond to his hidden question. I slid the hand on my hip to my crotch and lifted a knee up and out. I saw him look as fingers opened my wet labia and found my clitoris. He looked away, then back at my invitation. I lifted the hand from my crotch and put the wet fingers to my mouth, I made suggestive sucking motions. He was watching, trying to put the food containers in the microwave. It pinged and he turned to face me. I took small steps across the room and sat on the white tablecloth, sweeping the cutlery aside. I turned around, swinging my legs up, and then slowly layback across the table with my head hanging over the edge. I was now looking at him upside down. 'I knew he had the message but what the hell,' I thought. "Master I eat everything, but for now I want to eat you." His cock was a bulge in the front of his robe. He began to move forwards and I ran my tongue round my open lips then reached for the belt around his waist and pulled the gown open. Then putting my hands further round pulled him towards me. "Jessica much as I would like to there is a basic problem, my dick points up and your mouth is down there. We will have to find a different location to do that." 'Damn him, he is right position two then.' I sat up and sent the tablecloth and cutlery clattering to the floor and squatted before him legs splayed wide. I pulled his cock into my mouth and began to play. I looked him in the eyes and sucked and licked then sucked him in as far as I could but his thickness was rubbing against my teeth and I felt him flinch. I sucked harder and felt him touch the back of my mouth. He was really hard now. I grabbed his bum and pulled him to me. It was no good he was too thick; I could feel my teeth dragging his skin, there had to be another way. I released him with a loud Pop! "Master you are too big for me to take in. I know I have a small face and small mouth we will have to find a better position. Shall I just lick and suck for now?" I demonstrated. Looking up at him with a lopsided smile. "You can come when ever, where ever Master." I licked him from balls to the tip then sucked him in again. He was getting close. I sucked and 'Plop,' released him again. I ran my tongue round the end and he was ejaculating spurting up to land on my face, a sticky white thread from chin to eyebrow. The second spurt hit my pursed lips, the third went into my open mouth and I sucked a fourth from his throbbing cock, I coaxed the fifth. I had a nice load on my tongue and began to roll the sticky fluid round and round his glans. A final pulse added a little more fluid to mix with my saliva and his cum. My tongue tingled and his cock was so hot. 'Yum Yum, he really is very virile for an older man.' I let a hand descend to my clitoris and frigged myself to orgasm, while my tongue circled his hot cock head round and round in time with the fingers at my pussy. The microwave pinged. His hands were in my hair and he pushed me up and off. "Enough, enough Jessica." He looked at me with a silly grin. 'Yes saved by the bell, James.' I wiped my face and took the sticky fluid into my mouth as I licked my fingers clean I was just about there and moaned a little as I came. I slowed the fingers and let the sensation subside. I then took the wet fingers from my cunt and bought them to my mouth. I stood up and lent forward slightly my nipples just touching his chest. I rocked sideways and then pushed forwards all the time rolling fingers in and out of my mouth. I smiled and offered him a few fingers. He sucked them. I put a hand to my wet juicy cunt again and then offered him them to suck. He sucked them in greedily. I took his cock in a wet hand and slid it up and down a few times. I gathered more juices from my mouth and more from my cunt then with both hands massaged his wilting cock. I then put my hands to my breasts and swirled the fluids round the nipples. I looked him in the eyes daring him to say a word. I locked his eyes in a wicked stare then opened my mouth and showed him the wet slobber there. I let some dribble out. I moved closer and closer mouth slightly open then as our lips met; I thrust my tongue forwards and shared our juices with him in a wet wanton slavering kiss. Tongue on tongue lips mashed together. I held his head tight with one hand, found his hand with the other, and pulled it to my wet cunt. He quickly found my clitoris and began to move his fingers in exactly the right way. I was in instant climax. I felt my muscles begin to spasm and I had to come up for air. I realized I was moaning wailing like a banshee. I came down little and kissed him again as his fingers circled my clitoris. My orgasm went on and on and on.... The microwave pinged again and he broke the embrace. "Let's eat," he had a grin from ear to ear. He offered me the fingers of the hand from my cunt. I grabbed it and licked them clean. I offered him a swollen nipple. He gave both a wet sloppy kiss. Then gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Five minutes, I will open the wine then we eat. Food not each other," He laughed. He re-laid the table. I was leaning back against the kitchen bench one hand at my breast the other between my legs. I watched his every move. He uncorked the wine and moved towards me. The cold bottle beaded with moisture. He moved very slowly and the bottle came nearer and nearer and touched a nipple, he then rolled to bottle down the valley between my breasts and up to the other nipple. It was hot and cold at the same time. I shuddered from the contact and had another orgasm. I smiled, but did not move as he rolled the bottle back to the other nipple. He laughed, "Enough of that I want it cold, not boiling." He slapped my haunch. "Come on lets eat." I laughed and said. "Spoil sport, but ok I am hungry." I washed my hands splashed my face with cold water, "Can I use this towel?" he nodded, and I dabbed myself dry There was a rude noise when I sat on the wooden kitchen chair. I would have to clean that up before his cleaner came next. "Come on Master you said food at least two minutes ago." He cleaned his hands, took the containers from the microwave, and put the steaming contents on plates. He stirred them, tested them then put plate back in the microwave and gave it a ten-second blast then put the plate on the table in front of me. I fell to, the food was surprisingly tasty. I was very hungry. I had almost finished by the time he sat down and began to eat. I scraped the plate clean then watched every mouthful he ate, from plate to fork from fork to mouth. I was still hungry. "There are biscuits in that cupboard and cheese in the fridge get them yourself. If I leave this to get them there will be nothing left when I get back. I have seen you eat remember. You are a carnivore!" 'He is right there I suppose.' I thought to myself and went in search of the biscuits and cheese. "There is a cheese knife in the top draw somewhere. And plates and butter if you need it." He waved at the other cupboard. I made another meal of the cheese and biscuits while he finished his meal. There was not much left of either. I had made quite a production of loading the cracker with cheese and then putting it in my mouth. The cookie Monster would have been proud of me as I wolfed them down. I began to fondle a nipple again. I could make a wet noise by rocking back and forth on the chair. I saw his robe move. He took the plates from the table and almost threw them in the sink the knives and forks were next. "Is that for me?" I asked, I had sat on the table legs open wide as he turned from the sink. He undid his robe and was inside me in one forceful thrust. I locked my heels behind his back and I was climaxing again. This time he was slower more forceful. He wrapped his hands about my waist and began to pump me back and forth. The tablecloth was sliding across the table surface. I was being slammed on to his cock with every stroke. 'God he really is good.' I though between orgasms. Our eyes were locked in deep and meaningful concentration of passion. He thrust and thrust I was in such a climax I drifted off unable to see or feel anything else other than his cock in my cunt and my cunt wringing and shuddering with every thrust. "Oh master that is so good I am coming now, oh I am coming." My fingers were circling my clit and stroking his cock. I circled it as he withdrew. My hand returned to my clitoris, he sat on the kitchen chair with a thump. I was in a continuous climax and frigged myself wantonly before him round and round up and down in and out, openly masturbating. He bent forwards and his tongue and mouth joined my fingers at play. I began to moan and then wail, in a climactic peak. I dragged a ragged breath and moaned and wailed some more. "Oh Master that was so, so good." I flopped back onto the table legs splayed wide. "I don't think I ever came that good before." He smiled but stayed silent. He offered me wine. "I cannot move Master my bones have all turned to mush." He lifted a glass to my lips and supported me while I drank. "I think we will take these back to bed. Think you can hold them If I carry you?" I wrapped an arm round his neck and took the glasses. He lifted me, with just the hint of a wobble set off down the hall, and began climbing the magnificent staircase. "This would make a great video. Naked man carrying naked woman up these magnificent stairs." "Jessica let us save that for another day, remember the words from Gone with the Wind." "Tomorrow's another day." I laughed. He reached his sitting room. He was straining and rather short of breath, I decided to let him off the hook. "It's OK, Master I need the bathroom, set me down. I think I can stand now. Thank you, that was very nice, very symbolic." He was remaking the bed when I entered the bedroom. "Can we shower together again please master?" I asked. He smiled. "Of course lets clean up, but I need the toilet first." "Ok Master, I will wait here." He was in the bathroom less than a minute. "Ok Jessica time to get clean." This was a chaste repeat of out earlier shower but when I tried to do his face, I got soap in his mouth. He said, "Let's do our own faces. There is shampoo and conditioner, if you don't mind a cheap brand." "Have you got a hair drier?" I asked. "No, afraid not." "Ok I will use a towel, but it will take ages to dry. And be a mess tomorrow do you mind if I look as if I have had a rough night?" "Jessica I don't mind, you look sensational, now I will let you wash you hair and we can get back to bed." "Oh Master can you wash it, I love having my hair washed, it's so sensual, not sexy just sensual." We were soon snuggled up in bed, sipping the wine. "Jessica how did you manage for all those years alone? I mean sexually, you have a significant appetite for it you know." "Yes Master I know I have, but this is all new. I used to masturbate if I felt the need, but that was just a few times, just before and after my period, which is when I feel the urge, but I never was sexually turned on until I bought that contact magazine. I went to an adult bookshop to get it and saw a bondage magazine, which I also bought. I have been frigging myself every night since then, even through my period. I seem to have finally grown up or something." "I found the pictures in that magazine such a turn on, there was one I particularly liked, a woman was tied up her legs splayed wide and a rope split her labia. The photo even showed that she was wet!" "Jessica you realize that I won't be able to keep this pace up. I will be exhausted and useless without sleep and rest. I do not want to disappoint you and would hate to say no, but there would come a time when I had to say no if we fuck this often every day." "I know Master, I just tempted you a little in the kitchen and you were magnificent." "Yes Jessica, but I was not able to ejaculate the last time and my cock was beginning to hurt when you sucked me off. It was wonderful, but the sensation was beginning to turn from pleasure to pain." I took his cock in hand "Oh master is there anything I can do?" I gently patted it and stroked it. "Yes Jessica there is, you can masturbate when ever you feel the need. I will join in if we are together and I can rise to the occasion." "Ok Master I don't need that now. I also have had enough today, that is if your sure you don't want me again Master. You can have me if you want Master, anywhere you want Master." I did my best to wake the soft member. I looked him in the eye and stroked some more. "Down girl, down." I laughed, "Just teasing Master, can we sleep now?" and snuggled down. He turned off the light, a hand found my breast, and we played spoons. "Good night Jessica sweet slave girl." 'Not just yet James,' I thought to myself, 'but you will be my slave soon!' "Good night Master." We slept, I dreamt. * Authors Note. Does this strange format of his and her chapters make sense to you? Please send me some feedback. Ladies please read The Master Chapter 3 next already released. Fellows please read The Master Chapter 4 next due mid December. A Slave's Story Ch. 04 Sunday Morning. I woke to strange noises. Raised voices, indistinct, mixed with the noise of out-board engines and then a louder throb of a ferry. I was in his bed in another house, the big house by the water. His right arm was across my body I found the hand and pulled it to my breast. I drifted a little, comfortable and warm. His body fitted mine in a loving spoon position. I drifted some more. I needed to plan the day ahead. He was well and truly hooked, but I needed to take him places that I needed to go rather than go places he wanted to visit and more importantly at my pace not his. As to letting him have a rest, well that was a no brainer. Plan 'A' was to get him to fuck me. Just how many times I could get him to fuck me was the question. I decided that three was the target. Plan 'B' was to get him to transit the B&D into S&M. I made a plan of action. The clock radio alarm went off quite a while later and my plan to entrap him further fell into place. I felt his hand move then squeeze gently at my breast. "Good Morning Jessica." He said after a few seconds. I guessed he had to remember my name. "Good morning Master that feels nice," I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, but kept still. "What time is it?" "I set the alarm for ten, but that clock is a bit fast, so it's about ten minutes to ten. I think that if we want a big breakfast we will have to go to McDonalds again. I only have some cereals and bread for toast." I would have to alter his shopping list now he had a grown woman to feed. "Cereals and toast sounds fine Master." I adjusted my position a little and established that he had a morning erection. "Master what should I wear on Monday evening when Mr. Smith and his slave come?" I distracted him a little. "Something like you wore Friday, a formal business suit, a little make up, looking like a stern professional Lawyer would be just right Jessica." He would get a professional all right. "How about my hair, I can wear it down in a pony tail, or in a braid, or up in a French bun. I will have to go home and set it this afternoon or it will be a wild woman, not a sophisticated one Mr. Smith will be meeting." I would look wild today as it was. "Up in a tight bun then Jessica." His erection was warm against my back. I kept very still, willing him to move first. I gave him some more line. "Stockings and suspenders, or tights Master?" I asked sweetly. "Stockings and suspenders are a bit saucy, but yes dark colored stockings." "How about underwear, normal bra and panties or some sexy number?" "Not sexy, just black, like you wore Friday." "See through blouse or not?" "Not see through." "Buttoned to the throat and all done up?" "Yes, like a mans shirt with long sleeves if you have one. White, crisp and looking starched." I kept still, breathing normally while we had this bizarre conversation. I was sure his erection was hotter and larger against my back. "Do you want to try out the things you have in the sail loft today. It would be awful if they broke." I gave him more line. "Jessica they will take my weight so they won't break, but it would be an idea to check out the pulley system, it will only take a few minutes so there's no rush." I gave him lots more line. "Master, I am getting turned on thinking about being strung up in front of another man. You can do it with me naked if you want." 'Sort the bones out of that master,' I thought. "Are you sure Jessica? It's quite a big step to take and you have only been naked with lovers before." There was a definite movement at my back his cock had twitched when I mentioned being naked. "Yes Master, I think that if you want to demonstrate the equipment then you had better order me to take my clothes off. The ball player was always having me do a strip for him, so I can do a good strip routine." "Ok Jessica naked it will be, but only if he wants me to demonstrate the equipment." The first fish had the bait now, I set the hook. "Master, you can let him use me as well, if he asks nicely." I kept still, aware that his erection was now leaking pre-cum. He made no comment as he digested my offer to let Mr. Smith fuck me and perhaps more. "What does his slave look like?" I let him have some line. "She is a very small woman, about 30, a brunette, very pretty. The spreaders will have to be made to measure. The ones I had you in on Friday were a little short for you so I will have to make you a personal set as well." I felt a cool wet spot run down my back; he was just about ready to fuck. "Jessica you have been very good. You obviously know that I have an erection and probably have known since the alarm went off. I know I said I needed a rest and that you said you were getting turned on so I am going to give you a task." 'One million dollars for the answer; a fuck' I thought to myself. "Your task is to persuade me to fuck you." "Oh Master," I said. 'Well that is an original idea.' I thought, 'but easy to achieve.' "There are some conditions though. You cannot talk, absolute silence, nor can you touch me." 'Want to play master.' I thought, 'well I play rough. Seduction 101 through to; well lets see you resist master.' I rolled away from him and threw back the covers. His cock was hard and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I tossed my hair back as I squatted beside him legs wide giving him a good look at my naked body. I ran my hands over my curves. I made a lewd grin and stuck my tongue out then into my cheek. I put a finger in my wet pussy then transferred it to my mouth. I put two fingers of my other hand into my pussy then put them under his nose. As close as I could without touching. I wriggled them about. I could smell me and was sure he could. I pinched my already hard nipples. I slapped my haunches and again really hard making them red with handprints. I ran my hands up and down my body again. 'Ok Seduction 102' I thought. I stood straddling his legs facing the foot of the bed. I flexed my ass. I rubbed the red handprints. I then did a backwards bend and flicked my hair so that it fell across his lower body. I was looking at him upside down. I ran my tongue round my lips and stuck it in a cheek making a blowjob imitation bulge. He had said no touching, but hair did not count. I put my hands either side of his body and walked them up the bed. My hair trailed over his cock. I walked back and trailed my hair over his now very hard erection. The engorged tip was inches from my face. I shook my head and my hair flew back and forth. "Not yet Jessica, but very close. I did not know you were so supple." 'Supple, I will give you supple master, time for Seduction 103.' I thought. I stood, turned, and indicated that he spread his legs. I then stepped back off the bed and put my forearms on the bed between his legs. I blew hot air and shook my head. I was very close to his erection, which had dribbled pre-cum, and it had pooled on his belly. "Not yet Jessica." He was smiling like a drain. I looked him in the eye and I kicked back, up, and did a handstand. I wobbled a bit on the soft mattress but achieved vertical then past and bent my back in an acrobatic arch. My legs landed astride his body. He had a close up view of my wet cunt. My labia were wet and only inches above my head and open for view. I wobbled some more so straightened stood and then flopped back on the bed. 'How was that for supple Master' I thought. 'A bed is not stable enough for that sort of action. Time for advanced Seduction 105.' "Not yet Jessica but almost." His cock was glistening and twitching. I stood astride him very close. I bent my knees so that my pussy was right up close to his face. I put both hands and separated my labia and began frigging my clitoris. I went all the way to orgasm. "That was very close Jessica." I bent backwards and my hair was touching his cock again. I dribbled a gob of saliva slowly out my mouth aiming carefully. It hit the end of his cock dead on. I blew hot breath from less than an inch way on to his twitching erection. "Ok Jessica you have persuaded me." 'Yes about time, it is up to you now Master.' I thought gloating at my success. I felt his hands at my hips, he pulled me forwards, and his hot tongue was flicking my clitoris. I opened my mouth and took his erection inside. I pushed his foreskin back with my teeth. I felt him flinch as I did this, but he continued to lash my clit nicely. "Ok Jessica don't do your self an injury." I released his cock from my mouth and stood up then squatted put a hand to his cock and slid down, all the way in with one movement. I pulled his hands to my tits then began to bounce, flexing my legs, getting a rhythm going with the bedsprings. The bastard was not helping a bit, but I was in rapture. He began to maul my breasts. I was bouncing up and down and working hard. I was having a gigantic multiple orgasm. I was drooling, moaning, I was off the planet. "James pinch my nipples while I come. Will you be long?" I knew he was close, but I was closer to unconscious. "Now Jessica, I am almost there, in fact I am there..." He had my hard nipples between finger and thumb and was twisting them and pulling them. I screamed as I had a final climax. I felt him soften and fall out I fell to the side of the bed gasping for breath. He still had my nipples between thumb and finger. "Don't stop I rather like that." I was still in climax mode. I put my fingers to my cunt. I was so wet and the mixture of his and my cum was a glorious sticky mess that kept my high going and going. "James that was just so good." 'Oops I just called him James.' I smacked my wrist for carelessness. He gave my nipples a savage last twist. "I will take a leak have a quick shower and make breakfast. How many slices of toast?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes and grinned, but said nothing. "Ok I will bring a mountain. Butter or margarine?" "Butter." He knew that already. My fingers were moving faster across my groin and I was having more mini extended orgasms. I drifted, flushed with climaxes. I felt my nipples they were pleasantly sensitive, and as hard as rocks. I hear him come back in the room carrying a tray of food. "Breakfast is served Madam," He placed a bowl of cereal and toast on the bedside table. I reached out and cupped his scrotum. "Thank you James, I won't be needing this for a while so you can put it away." 'Damn I had called him James again. Sloppy girl get it right.' He climbed into bed as I sat up not attempting to hold the sheet to my body. I actually let it slid down revealing my hard nipples and red flushed breasts. I poured milk and ate the cereals, then set to on the toast and marmalade. I stole one of his pieces as He had one left after I had eaten all the ones on my plate. I pushed back the sheet and straddled him gave him a sloppy kiss, careful to rub my breasts against his flesh. I went into the bathroom. I did not close the door, so he heard my noisy abolitions. "I will go make a drink, Tea or Coffee?" He asked from the doorway. "Tea please, do you have any green tea, or herbal?" "Yes I have Lanchoo Green. That OK?" "Oh yes my favorite." He left me as I washed my face and sponged my nether regions. I found a fragrant aftershave and dabbed a few drops across my body then went in search of the tea. I ignored the robe hanging on the bathroom door. There was a mug of green tea on the kitchen bench. Another change would be needed; I drank tea from a china cup not a porcelain mug. I slouched naked sipping the brew. My free hand wandered over breasts and groin. "What shall we do for lunch?" "Master if you have more of those frozen meals I could probably eat two." 'And soon,' I thought. 'But another fuck would be nice.' "Done, I have roast beef, pork and I think some lamb. It is a bit potluck, as I never label them. I usually cook once a week, a big meal with lots of vegetables and a big roast then eat a normal meal, portion the rest, and freeze them. I can then have a good meal anytime using the Nuke-em box here. Do not know how people managed before we invented the deep freeze and the microwave. Lunch in then. They are better defrosted slowly so I will take them out now." He was bent over the chest freezer and his rump was nicely exposed. I just could not stop myself. I landed a resounding slap 'Thwack.' He was so startled he dropped the pile of food cartons all over the bench and gave me a fierce stare. I scooted round the kitchen table easily avoiding him. "I could not resist Master. You had me slap my arse, so one back seemed fair." Time for plan 'B' "Let's go try those ropes and things." I made a dash for the corridor and pulled the door shut behind me. He did not chase me. So I sauntered to the front door. He eventually followed and looked hard at my nakedness. He had dressed in Pants and Tee shirt. * Author's Note. Ladies please read 'A Master Story chapter 4' next. Already released. Men should read 'A Masters Story chapter 5' next due for release soon, but as the entire novel is now in the final editing phase so you should be getting some regular hot bedtime reading as James and Jessica explore the world of BDSM with the help of lots of un-inhibited friends. It will be released in the novella section later this year. If you like this story please vote.