3 comments/ 19484 views/ 1 favorites Only for Him Ch. 01 By: buttrflyinchains 'Do you ever really know someone?' she thought to herself. She pondered this question for a moment. She supposed the answer to this question had been given to her the previous evening. For four months she had watched and waited, hoping that Sir Paul would be the One. She had wanted to be sure. She promised herself she would not rush something so delicate and important as this. 'Did I?' she wondered. She sighed and set about finishing the task at hand. Her face was bruised in three places.......a large black one around her eye, a red one covering most of her right cheek and a big purple one on the left side of her chin. What a sight she was! Dabbing peroxide over the cuts and wincing occasionally when the medicine hit a particularly fresh spot on an open wound, her thoughts kept returning to last night. She had finally worked up the nerve to kneel before Sir Paul and offer him her gift, had entrusted to him her heart, her body and her soul. She thought it was the only right thing to do after the time they had spent together and the way he made her feel. He had been nothing but gentle, caring and sweet to her in the months they had been friends with each other and this had not changed when she'd agreed to be his slave when, on occasion, he required one. That had all changed when he had been handed the opportunity to possess her fully. He had become a monster! Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she remembered the pain of his fist on her soft skin. She had used their safe word and he had laughed, thrown her to the ground and kicked her belly so hard she had vomited. And still he kept on. She had trusted him, and she had been wrong. The sound of the phone ringing brought her back to the present. "And how did it go, little one?" a warm familiar voice asked her. It was the voice of her former Master, Sir Thomas. When she had met him he had introduced her to his lifestyle and his friends. She had been intrigued, but swore never to submit to him. Within months, he had trained her to be his loving, obedient slave and she had given herself to him willingly and with pleasure. "Not well, Sir." she replied, her voice shaking as she did. "He.....", she started crying and did not want him to hear. She knew he would not be pleased by the way Sir Paul had treated her, and now she belonged to him. She grew more and more sick every time she thought of this. "He couldn't have refused you? He'd have been crazy!" Sir Thomas said. It seemed he thought there was some minor set back and was hoping to make her feel better. "No. He accepted.......but.......", a few sobs escaping her, she struggled to contain herself. She didn't want him to feel sorry for her, but she knew how pathetic she sounded. "I'll be right over." he said and he hung up without giving her a chance to protest. She wouldn't have anyways. She put the phone down and made a dash for the bathroom, hoping to make her face look less repulsive. She tried dabbing on make up, but this only made the purple and red look muddy. She cleaned the make up off and resigned herself to the fact that it was useless trying to cover these marks. She only hoped Sir Thomas would not blame her. Sir Paul had been her choice and while her former Master had never objected, she had sensed he wasn't happy about it. She dressed in a loose skirt and a tank top and was about to do something with her hair when she heard a key turning in the lock. Sir Thomas was letting himself in with the key she had given him when he had owned her. She had never asked for it back and never would. When he saw her, he paled slightly, but smiled quickly. She guessed he didn't want to upset her. She walked toward him and knelt at his feet, head bowed. "Stand up little one." he told her and she slowly rose up to stand before him. He lifted her chin so that her eyes met his and the gentleness there made hers fill with tears again. "Shhhh, it's done now little one. You can't undo it, but............" he stopped and began looking over her face. The her arms which were also covered in bruises. "Lift your shirt." he said and she did so embarrassed not by her bare breasts, but by the large dark purple bruising on her belly. "Damn it!" he said under his breath. He softly ran his fingers across the tender skin. "Turn around." he said. She turned around and he said again, "Damn it." when he saw the deep welts going all the way up to her neck. "Lift your skirt." he said to her. She did so, slowly, so as to avoid ripping the clothing from any of the wounds. He sighed behind her, pulled down her shirt and skirt for her and guided her to the couch, sitting her down beside him. For a few minutes they sat in silence. She wondered if he would punish her for her mistake, but eventually he pulled her closer and pulled her head to his lap. She lay there for a few moments while he ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. Suddenly, it occurred to her that, given her positioning at the moment, Sir Thomas may not only want to comfort her. "I'm sorry, Sir." she apologized, while reaching for the button on his pants. She remembered the way it felt to have her lips on him, she'd loved giving him oral pleasure. "No, little one. Not now. We have to talk." he said as he moved her hand away. She laid her head back on his lap and said, "Yes, Sir." wondering what he would say. It seemed he wasn't sure at first, because he took a long time before starting. "Little one, " his sentence was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She glanced at the clock on the wall noticing it was twelve noon. Sir Paul was on time, as always. He never missed their noon call. "It's him." she said. "Do you wish to speak to him? He is your Master." he asked her. She felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes again and said, "No, Sir." her voice cracking. She felt uneasy at the thought of speaking to Sir Paul at all, especially now and in front of Sir Thomas. He moved her aside and went into the kitchen. She heard him pick up the phone and hoped he would hang up on Sir Paul, but instead heard him speaking to him. "Hello? She's not available. This is Thomas. Hi Paul. Nice to hear from you again. How's it going? Well, it seems there's a small problem with that. You told her this before hand, of course? I wouldn't exactly call that honest, no. (He chuckled slightly after this) Well, call me what you will but I think it's best for you to stay away for a bit. (He laughed loudly, suddenly.) I'd like to see that." Then she heard the phone being hung up again. He returned to her and sat down next to her. "You will have to speak to him again, little one. He is your new Master. But I want to say two things to you first." He took her hands and looked into her eyes. She blushed. "The first is that your gift is for you to give to whomever you choose. It's also for you to take back if it is abused. If you allow it to be abused, you have chosen to abide by the lifestyle your Master lives. That is your choice." He stressed the words choose and choice as if wanting to make clear to her she could change her mind. She knew this. "The second is that, although in the past I have not seen the need for a full time slave of my own, I have recently decided to begin the search for one who will stay with me." He stood and went back to the kitchen. She didn't pay any attention to what he was doing in the other room. She was too surprised at his words. After Sir Thomas had trained her, she had begged to wear his collar, but he had insisted his job was only to train.....never to own. She had tried to change his mind for months, then had decided it was hopeless and she would have to move on. Now her heart fluttered and she smiled. 'Is he saying he wants me as his slave' she wondered. It had been her heart's desire since the first time he had whipped her. Afterward, he had told her how pleased she had made him. The love in his eyes and the softness of his voice had melted her. She knew that had been the day she thought would never come, the day she fully knew she was a slave. Her heart would be empty until she gave her gift to another. She had held out hope it would be Sir Thomas, but had then met Sir Paul. Master Paul she must now call him. She had begged his collar and now cringed at the thought of him. From the kitchen, she could hear Sir Thomas. "Well, are you feeling better now, Paul? Good, good. I'd like you come over and have a talk with us. No, no. I have no desire to do any such thing. Of course she is. So you then." He reappeared in the doorway, a cocky smile on his face, "I'll accept your offer now, little one." She knew right away what he meant and smiled. She went to him and knelt before him, looking up at him with soft, green eyes. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and slowly unzipped them. They dropped to the floor. She rubbed his large bulge through his boxers, then slowly slid those down as well. His excitement was obvious and she took him in her mouth and pleasured him the way she remembered he had loved so much. She rubbed and stroked waiting to know he had been pleased. Finally, he threw his head back and moaned softly, releasing himself into her mouth. She stopped and remained kneeling in front of him, waiting for him to collect himself. Once he had redressed and kissed her on the forehead, he asked her to stand up. "You must prepare yourself for you Master." he said. She tried to protest, "But Sir, I-" He held up his hand, "No matter what you are going to do, for the moment Paul is your Master and you must respect and obey him. " he said. She knew he was right, so she stood and headed for the bathroom. "Little one?" he called after her. "Yes, Sir?" she replied. "I'll be here." She smiled. Only for Him Ch. 02 She avoided her reflection in the mirror as she ran her bath. She stepped into the hot water and sank down into the tub, enjoying the way the heat seemed to burn the pain out of her aching muscles. After soaking for a few minutes, she washed her hair, her body and shaved all of her body hair except for her arms. She didn't think Master Paul would see her naked today, but wanted to be fully prepared for him just in case. As she gently rubbed the towel across her wounds, which had begun to sting again, she looked in the mirror. Her face was still purple and blue, but not quite as puffy. 'At least the swelling is going down', she thought. She sprayed herself with the perfume Master Paul had bought for her and put on the slinky slip dress she always wore for him. The only makeup she applied was lipstick, since the bruising around her eye would ensure any color she added would not be seen. She combed and dried her hair and curled the ends under. Master Paul had asked her to always wear her hair this way for him. Then, just as she finished, she heard the doorbell and faint voices. She strained to hear what they were saying, but heard only muffled conversation and laughter. 'At least that's a good sign.' she thought. Finally, she opened the bathroom door and went into the living room where the two men were smoking and talking casually. She knelt at Master Paul's feet in front of the chair he had brought to her apartment for this purpose. It was a large, well cushioned recliner. He had said it made him feel like a king. "Master." she said as she knelt, head bowed and eyes lowered. He leaned toward her. She thought he would lift her chin and kiss her or brush her forehead with his hand, but what she felt instead was a searing pain on her left arm as Master Paul touched the burning end of his cigarette to her flesh. She cried out and Sir Thomas caught her arm and jerked her aside just in time to spare her a blow to the head. "Was that quite necessary, Paul? Have some decency!" Sir Thomas said. She could hear the anger in his voice and had never heard him speak so sharply to another man. Master Paul stood and yelled at Sir Thomas, "How dare you interfere in my affairs! That is my property you're handling. Give it to me!" He stepped forward, trying to grab her and Sir Thomas pushed her behind him. For a moment, Master Paul tried in vain to reach around Sir Thomas, but he was no match for him and Master Paul soon turned away, seeming to have given up. Before she knew what was happening, Master Paul's fist connected with Sir Thomas' chin. Sir Thomas hardly flinched, but Master Paul looked about to try again. She yelled, "Stop, Paul, please!" The mention of his name not being given the respect she usually afforded him seemed to catch his attention. "You call yourself a slave? You're trash! A filthy whore who bows to any man who drops his pants in front of you. Dirty bitch!" he said as he tried to grab her again. This time Sir Thomas was the one who landed a punch. There was a horrible crunching sound as his fist, so much larger that Master Paul's, landed hard on the center of his face. Master Paul turned away and put both hands to his face. When he turned back, she saw his face covered in blood. "You bastard!" Master Paul started to swing at Sir Thomas again. She quickly blurted out, "I don't want to belong to you anymore, Paul!" Master Paul stopped mid swing and looked at her and said, "That's no longer your choice." "It is always her choice who she serves, Paul," Sir Thomas said. He moved toward Master Paul, no longer her Master. Sir Paul looked pleadingly at her and begged, "Please, let's talk about this. Tell this, this cocky shit to leave and let's deal with this Master to slave." "No, Sir." she said. "Please leave now." "Just let me explain-" Sir Paul started, but was cut off. "That's all that needs to be said," Sir Thomas said. He nodded toward her bedroom and said, "Go now, little one." She went. When she got into her bedroom, she stood close to the doorway, wanting to hear what the two men would say with her out of the room. "Little one?" Sir Thomas called after her. "Yes, Sir?" she called back in answer. "Close the door and wait for me on the bed." he called back. 'Damn!' she thought, but obediently replied, "Yes, Sir", and reluctantly obeyed. For a few more minutes, she wondered what they were talking about. What could they possibly have to say to each other after this? Finally, her thoughts drifted to the words Sir Thomas had spoken shortly before Master Paul had arrived. Did he want her for his own? Or had he found another and simply decided this was the best way to tell her? She sighed in frustration. 'What are they doing?' she wondered. It seemed like hours, but finally Sir Thomas opened the door to her room and said, "Hungry?" "What happened? What did he say?" she asked. He walked to the bed and leaned down, placing a long, slow kiss on her mouth. "Don't you worry, little one." he said. He looked her over and ran one of his hands down her chest and across her belly. She felt her skin tingle every inch that he touched. She wanted him so bad. Her body remembered the way it felt with his and she longed for the feeling so much. "Hungry, little one?" he repeated. She suddenly realized she was famished! She had woken up late and had not even thought to eat while trying to make sense of all that had happened and was still happening. Forgetting her curiosity about Sir Thomas's secret conversation with Sir Paul, she said, "Yes, very Sir." "Get dressed. I'm going to make a call and then we'll go get something to eat," he said. He walked over and kissed her forehead, then left. She was more than a little excited as she dressed. She wondered, and hoped with all her heart, that this would be the day Sir Thomas finally asked her to wear his collar. As she headed to the living room she thought, 'Only one way to find out.' Only for Him Ch. 03 When he pulled into the driveway of a house she had never seen before, she wondered for a moment if he was picking up another girl. She thought maybe he was already training another girl. 'He wouldn't choose this as the right time to introduce me to this slave he's chosen to take, would he?' she wondered. He shut off the car and came around to her side, opening her door and offering his hand to her. As she got out, a man she had never seen was walking toward them from the front door of the house. "Little one, I hope you don't mind that I told Charles about your bad luck. I wanted him to know before hand about the bruises so you wouldn't be forced to tell the whole miserable story again," he kissed her forehead and turned to greet the man, "This is Charles." Sir Charles was shorter than Sir Thomas by a few inches, his hair had a little more gray in it and she guessed he was in his early fifties. He shook Sir Thomas's hand and they greeted each other warmly. She trusted Sir Thomas's judgment and knew he wouldn't let harm come to her so she smiled at the man as he turned to her. "Hello, dear. My! Where has old Thom been hiding you?" he kissed her hand and motioned for the both of them to follow him into the house. Sir Thomas leaned down to her as they walked and said," He has been a Master for a long time. He's a good friend of mine." She nodded in reply. Sir Charles lead them into the dining room, which was beautifully decorated with rich red fabric covered walls and a formal dining table made of wood polished to a shine so bright you could see your own reflection in the surface. They sat and ate a delicious lunch served by a pretty, silent Asian girl. "This is my Kay. She's the best girl I've ever owned." Sir Charles told them. This made the girl blush and quickly head for the kitchen. The two men talked casually, not speaking to her much, but she was used to this and happily finished her lunch while listening to their conversation. "Why don't you go help Kay in the kitchen?" Sir Thomas told her when he saw she was finished. "Yes, Sir." she said, happy to have something to do. She got up and went through the door she had seen Kay go through just minutes earlier. It was a very well equipped, large kitchen with an island in the middle for preparation and a huge stainless steel side by side refrigerator. Kay was standing at the sink, her back to her, with her face in her hands. When she walked toward Kay, the girl turned around and smiled, quickly wiping tears from her face. "Hello." Kay said and quickly turned back to the dirty dishes. "Hello, Kay," she said and wondered if she should ask her what was wrong. Instead, she said, "I haven't ever had a chance to speak with another slave. I've only seen them at parties with Sir Thomas." She went to the sink and offered her help drying while Kay washed. Kay thanked her and the two talked while they worked. She found out Kay was Japanese and had only come here two months ago when her mother, who had been Sir Charles slave before, had become very ill. Kay had come to care for her. "She passed away only a month ago." Kay said and looked as if she were going to cry again. She stopped scrubbing and asked Kay, "So, you're not Sir Charles' slave?" Kay frowned, "It is difficult to explain. I want to help Sir Charles because he was good to my mother. He cared for her until she died. He loved her. So now I return the favor. He is a good man. I do what he asks for now but I will leave when he finds a replacement." Suddenly, she had a horrible feeling. 'Replacement?' she thought. She wondered if this was why she had been brought here. She remained silent the rest of the visit except to thank Kay and Sir Charles before she left. In the car again, she remained silent staring out the passenger side window. "Why so thoughtful, little one?" Sir Thomas asked her. She decided to say what she was thinking. "Sir, why do try to interest me in other Masters when you know I want to serve you?" she asked him. He sighed and seemed to be thinking of what to say. Finally, he said, "I know you want to serve me and I will hold you to that offer, but not yet." "When?" she asked him, impatiently. "In time, but now I need to ask a big favor of you." he said. He was quiet for a few minutes. She finally couldn't take the silence a minute longer. "What is it? You know I'll do anything you ask." she told him. He pulled over and turned the car off. They were parked beside a field. You could see houses around the edge, but none so close that the occupants might see them and become suspicious. There were flowers of all colors blowing in the wind all over the field so that it looked like a stormy rainbow sea. If she were alone, she would take off her shoes and run through the field, her hair blowing about her face. Today, however, she waited impatiently for Sir Thomas to tell her what his request was. "Charles is in need of a slave." he said after a long silence. She frowned. "You wish me to serve Sir Charles?" she asked. "Not exactly. I wish you to offer yourself to Charles, completely." he said, then added, "Temporarily, of course." A million thoughts ran through her head. "How do you know it will be temporary? For how long? Will I see you?" she asked, very upset by his request. She knew no matter what his answer was she would do what pleased him. "He wants me to train Kay and he'll need someone to serve him until I finish. Once I train Kay, you'll be free to move on." he said. "To you?" she asked. He smiled. "If you still desire to, yes." She smiled back at him. "Then I'll do anything you wish." As they drove the rest of the way to her apartment, she thought about Sir Charles. She also wondered if she should mention to Sir Thomas that Kay had said she'd leave when Sir Charles found a replacement, but she figured it wasn't her place. She was happy knowing this would be the last thing she did before she belonged to Sir Thomas. She decided no matter how bad it was, and she didn't know if it would be at all, it would be well worth it. Only for Him Ch. 04 The next week was a lot of rushed preparations as she got ready, with Sir Thomas's help, to serve Sir Charles. She was to quit her job and move in with Sir Charles so that she could serve him full time and answer to him as she had to Sir Thomas during her training. She was told that Sir Charles would require things of her that she may find unpleasant, but was assured that she would not be treated as Paul had treated her. She packed as many clothes as she could into her suitcase. It was easy since she would not be needing any type of underclothes during her stay with Sir Charles. She got together her makeup, various items of feminine hygiene, her birth control and other medications and on the morning Sir Thomas arrived to take her to Sir Charles she was more than ready. She was even a little excited. She would finally be collared again, even if it was not by Sir Thomas. It was a Saturday when he brought her to that same house she had not recognized on first sight, but that this time seemed more familiar. She tried to get herself used to calling this place home, although it wasn't really her home. She would be more like an employee. As a formality, when she arrived, escorted by Sir Thomas, she knelt in front of Sir Charles and told him she was there to offer herself to him. He had simply smiled, told her to join Kay in the kitchen and was thanking Sir Thomas as she left the room. When she walked into the kitchen, Kay seemed in a hurry, getting breakfast ready. She moved next to Kay at the counter, trying to see where she could help, but as soon as Kay realized she was there she stopped. "Oh! Hello. I'm to show you what some of your responsibilities will be while you're here," she said motioning toward the counter across the room where a piece of paper was sitting, "He likes to be on schedule for everything. The only time he allows you to be late is.....after......well, he'll let you know what you should do in these cases." She walked over to the counter and read over the paper. It said when to have his breakfast on the table for him, when he liked to have tea and drinks, when he went to bed and when he bathed. Kay said, "There are other things he will want you to do." "What kinds of things?" she asked, but Kay turned away from her and acted as if she hadn't heard her. "Let me show you your room, please." Kay said, "He will choose what you will wear while you are here. You said you have been trained, right?" "Yes, I have, by Sir Thomas, like you will be." she answered. Kay seemed to be very cold towards her today, a complete change from the warm, sweet girl she had been the last time they met. "Good. You should become accustomed to his way quickly. I am still new and find many things difficult," Kay started to walk out of the room and motioned for her to follow. They walked down a hall, turned left and kept going to another hall where they turned right. "Master Charles bedroom is in the opposite direction." Kay said pointing behind her. The door she opened was the middle of three doors on the left hand side of the hallway. Inside, the room she would sleep in throughout her stay was very comfortably furnished, with a large bed, a dresser that would more than suit her needs and a small bedside table with a lamp. The walls were painted red and the rest of the decor was the same except for the deep, rich brown of the furniture's highly polished wood, their reflection in a full length mirror hung on the back of the closet door, and the gold lampshade. There was a door beside the dresser that she assumed would be the closet and what must be a huge window hidden behind the heavy red drapes. On top of the dresser was a vase of yellow and pink roses with an envelope leaning against it. In unfamiliar handwriting on the envelope a name was written. It said: Kolleen. "Who's Kolleen?" she asked Kay. The other girl made no reply, but went to the bed where what looked to be a silk slip with a zipper up the front in a beautiful rosy pink was laying across the bed. "This is what you will wear. There are six more in the top drawer, one for each day. He will be here shortly to see you. He wants you ready when he gets here." Kay left the room after this. She began undressing, laying her clothing neatly on the bed beside the slip. She looked around at the room as she did and noticed her suitcase and purse sitting on the floor next to the drapes. When she picked up the slip to put it on, she found underneath it a strapless push up bra. She stretched it around herself and snapped the clasp together. After adjusting it she looked in the mirror. She could hardly tell there was a bra since her breast were only slightly covered, but pulled up higher and closer together. She slipped on the rosy, pink silk and knelt the way she had been taught by Sir Thomas. She spread her knees apart, lowered her head and eyes and placed her hands on her knees, palms up and waited. It seemed a long time before Sir Charles, who she now considered her Master, came to her. When he did, he told her to remain kneeling while he told her the rules. She was not to do anything unless told to do so by himself or another he introduced her to. She would know the others she was to obey because he would introduced them as "close friends". She should treat them as she would him. She should remember that she is only a possession and that, while he may grow fond of her, she would be treated the way any other possession is treated......as a thing. He would care for her only as necessary to keep her in working order. She would be given a collar to wear at all times. It will be engraved with his initials and a number representing his membership in a club. He mentioned the name of the club, but she did not recognize it. He said he may not ever take her there, but he wanted to be prepared. Then he called her over to him and as she stood in front of him he looked her over. "Present!" he ordered. She put her hands behind her neck, spread her legs and pushed out her chest and rear. He unzipped the front of the slip and took both breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly. "Nice, very nice." he said. Then he rolled the nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She felt a tingling between her legs. He stood and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She moaned softly. Suddenly, he bit down on her nipple so hard she cried out. He laughed. "What was the first thing you were told, only minutes ago, girl?" he asked her. As he waited for an answer, he crushed the other nipple between his fingers. "I'm not to do anything unless told," she choked out as tears formed in her eyes. "You will keep silent unless you are spoken to!" he said, sharply, "Hold open your dress." She did as he had ordered and he clicked his tongue. "I would have thought old Thom would teach you better than this." He got up and left the room, leaving her standing statue still, awaiting his return. When he came back he said, "Monday at ten I will take you to see Francine." He sat back down and ran his finger down the slit between her legs to the firm nub at the top. He played with it for a moment. Her breath became quick and shallow, but she dared not move or make a sound. Finally, he stopped and ordered her to turn around. Master Charles thrust his finger into her front, probing for a moment then saying, "Quite accommodating. What a great whore you must be." He laughed and slid his fingers in and out of her, making soft sounds of pleasure as he felt her tightening around him. She realized he had his pants open and was softly stroking himself as he felt her. He put a finger in her rear and shoved it in hard. She cried out. He laughed and said, "Thomas will be glad to find you anal trained when you return to him." He stood and moved behind her. "Kay!" he yelled, "Bring the crop." He entered her rear and slid deep inside her. She cried out again, and as he began pounding her rear she begged him to stop, thrashing wildly. "Get on the bed, on your knees!" he ordered. He continued to take her from behind with such force that she cried through the whole process, feeling she had made a mistake trusting this man. The thing that kept her still was the thought that Sir Thomas indeed would be pleased to find her rear opening would better allow him entry, although she was sure he would agree there were better ways to achieve this than how Master Charles was going about it. When Master Charles had finished and released himself on her backside, he left. For a few minutes, she lay there, unmoving. Finally, she tried to stand, but realized her rear hurt so badly she would need to brace herself. She readied for the pain then pushed up and stood, moaning when the stinging became worse. She removed some tissue from her purse and cleaned the fluid from her backside. She sat down on the bed, just as Kay entered the room. Kay said nothing, but went to the drapes and pulled it opened revealing not a window, but a doorway into a bath area. "He prefers you to bathe after he finishes with you." she said, staring straight forward, "There's soap, shampoo.....whatever you need should be there." She left. She was getting the distinct impression that Kay did not like her being there. Maybe she was jealous. She bathed and made sure her makeup looked neat. When she re-entered the bedroom Master Charles was waiting for her. "Come. Sit down." he said, " I am not a cruel man, Kolleen. I don't want you to think that of me. The way I treated you moments ago is how you will be treated by my "close friends"." "Yes, Sir." she said. She wanted to ask about the name, Kolleen, but didn't know how to ask without interrupting. She wondered how many slaves he had owned. He seemed almost apologetic for his behavior. He continued, "Have you ever been whipped?" "Yes, Sir, but not for many months. Sir Thomas used to whip me." she said. "You will be whipped quite often here. I love the sound of leather snapping on soft flesh." he said. He closed his eyes and sighed as if remembering something. "Yes, Sir." she said, glad that his eyes were closed and he could not see the excitement she showed at the mention of being whipped. He must not have because he opened his eyes and continued,"You will address me as Sir in the presence of others, however.....when we are alone you will address me as Father. Is this understood?" he asked her. "Yes Father," she said, "but may I ask why you called me Kolleen earlier?" "I'm getting there, girl. Be patient." he said, laughing. She blushed, "I'm sorry S-, uh, Father." she said. He made a hissing sound through his teeth when she corrected herself and said, "I also enjoy a riding crop to the breasts," he shook his finger at her and laughed. She giggled slightly at his demeanor. She was very happy to see he had a fun side. After the earlier meeting she had thought her time here would be very disagreeable. "Now, as to your name........I prefer my girls to have names and I choose to give them the names I want to call them. For you I chose Kolleen. You look like a Kolleen, dear. The fact that you answer to a name I have given you will make you belong to me all the more. You will see." "Yes, Father." she said. "Today and tomorrow you will follow me wherever I go and we will try to grow accustom to one another. Monday morning, Sir Thomas will come for Kay and she will spend the week with him training. This schedule may change, but for now this is all you need to now." he said. She took this opportunity at the mention of Kay to ask him, "Father, is Kay angry that I'm here?" Sir Charles sighed heavily. This subject clearly was not a happy one for him. She wondered if he and Kay had fought over her being there. "Kay came to me because her mother, my last slave, was deathly ill. Kay cared for her mother the last month of her life and when she passed on, Kay offered herself to me. Her mother was so beautiful.....and so sick in the end. She continued to try to serve me until it broke my heart to see her struggle with small tasks. I ordered her to bed and that is where she stayed the remainder of her life," He paused. She could see his eyes were glistening with tears. "Our friends came every day and served her. They waited on her hand and foot and it shamed her so. She finally called Kay to come care for her. When Kay arrived her mother begged me to begin looking for another," he seemed to be struggling to continue, but did so anyways, "I couldn't bear the thought at the time and when she passed on, Kay begged my collar and I hadn't the heart to deny a broken hearted girl her wish to fulfill her mothers duties. Kay, however, is not as submissive as her mother was. She struggles with her desire for another life and her sense of duty to me." He stood and asked for her hand. She held it out and he began to walk. "Let's go have a look around, now," he said and led her out into the hallway. Only for Him Ch. 05 "Hungry, Kolleen?" Master Charles asked her without looking up. She had just gotten redressed and, while the hot water in the bath had somewhat soothed her sore body, she walked with a slight tension in her legs. "Where would you like me to sit, Father?" she asked quietly. He looked up at her and smiled. "Anywhere you wish, my dear. Close to me, I hope." 'How about in my room?' she thought. She took the seat closest to him on the right. Kay had already set dinner on the table and it looked delicious! There was steak, potatoes and some kind of vegetable she had never seen. She suddenly realized how hungry she was. She looked over at Master Charles to see if he had started. He had not. She was about to ask him when they would start when Kay came out of the kitchen with a third plate. 'How nice to be able to chat with Kay over dinner.' she thought. "My daughter will be joining us momentarily," Master Charles said. "We always have dinner together on Saturdays." She smiled, "How nice, Sir." He placed his hand on his chest and made a strange face at her. 'The old guys gonna drop dead right here,' she thought. "Oh, dear, Kolleen," he shook his head, smiling, "You've already earned yourself a night in the Chamber. Please, call me Father when we're alone." She felt her face flush. She was already making mistakes and now would be punished. Sir Thomas would be disappointed. She started feeling anxious, but had little time to worry when Master Charles' daughter, Katherine, arrived. Soon, he was introducing the two women to each other. Katherine looked nothing like her father. While his hair was dark, hers was a sandy brown with lighter, golden highlights from being in the sun. Master Charles' skin was pale and cool, but Katherine was very well tanned. Her very presence seemed to warm the room. "Katherine dear, this is Kolleen. Kolleen, this is my daughter, Katherine. She's made a very successful business for herself breeding champion horses." he said, obviously very proud of the girl. "How lovely. It's a pleasure to meet you, Katherine." she said, holding out her hand. Katherine shook it quickly and smiled politely. "What business are you in, Kolleen?" she said as she took the seat on the other side of her father. The look of superiority on her face said that she knew exactly what "business" Kolleen was in. Katherine's pale blue eyes glared at her. Master Charles answered for her. "Kolleen is helping me here while Kay is away. " This statement seemed to excite Katherine. She perked up immediately. "Kay is leaving?" Katherine said, sounding very happy to hear this. "Kay is going to be away for a few months. She will be back, so don't look so excited," Master Charles said to his daughter. Katherine smirked at her father. As they ate lunch, she kept mostly silent not wanting to interrupt what it seemed had normally been the father and daughters time together alone. Master Charles and Katherine talked about her horses, a new car she wanted and various news stories that had caught their attention. Finally, Katherine rose to leave. "So where's Kay going? Back to Japan?" she asked her father. "No, no. She's simply going to be trained by Thom. She'll be home for the weekends," Master Charles said. At the mention of Sir Thomas's name Katherine had blushed. Her father didn't notice, but his watchful slave had seen the bright shade of red the girl took on. "Oh? With Thomas? Will he be here too then?" Katherine asked, trying to sound disinterested. She became very annoyed hearing this girl ask about Sir Thomas. She could tell the girl was fond of him even though she tried to hide it. "He may be here occasionally for a chat or a visit with Kolleen," Master Charles told Katherine. He still seemed oblivious to his daughters interest in Sir Thomas. Now Katherine glared at her from across the table. "Oh, you know Thomas?" she asked with a forced sweetness to her voice. She smiled, happy to impart this piece of knowledge to the seemingly jealous girl. "He trained me. We're very close still." She did not say that he would be her Master when she left Master Charles. She wasn't sure how much Katherine knew about Master Charles lifestyle. She had heard him say Kay would be training and felt it safe to use this term to describe her time with Sir Thomas. Katherine just glared at her for a moment, then turned to her father. "I better get going. I have a show tomorrow and there's still loads to do," she said, as she kissed her father and started to walk out. "Don't think you can bid me farewell so quickly, girl," he chuckled as he stood up and followed her out, "Kolleen, I'll be right back." He walked out, but Katherine turned and came back into the dining room. When her father was out of earshot she gave her the coldest look she had ever seen. "There's plenty of horse shit to be shoveled at my place if you get bored here. I'll even whip you some," Katherine laughed and as the cruel girl turned to go she said, "Where does my father find such trash." She was left wondering what had happened to cause Katherine to loathe her so. She knew some women just didn't understand the submissives' desire to serve men, to give themselves to a Master. She decided to ignore Katherine's attitude toward her since she would only be seeing her once a week. Master Charles returned. "How did you like my Katherine?" he asked. "I was delighted to meet her, Father," she lied. He laughed. "I haven't met a sub yet that liked that girl," he said. Monday morning, Sir Thomas arrived to pick up Kay. It was a quick departure with few words from any of them, but when Sir Thomas had winked at her as he left, she had felt a tingling in her stomach and had wished it was her going with him. She remembered the way his touch made her feel. His hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples... She sighed in frustration. 'Why did I agree to this?' she thought. Her own voice answered, 'You couldn't have him any other way, that's why, girl.' Master Charles came to the study, where she was dusting, at about 9:30 am. "Are you ready for your appointment, Kolleen?" he asked her. She still had no idea what she would be doing with this Francine, but she smiled and said, "Yes, Father." "Good. Go dress please. Casual dress will be fine." he said. She dressed in a short skirt and a tank top. When she found Master Charles in the den, he looked pleased. "Come here, girl." he said. He pulled her down on his lap and pushed her tank top up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened and he laughed. "So responsive. Like a well trained dog." He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. She tried not to think of how she'd rather be sitting on Sir Thomas's lap. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of his warm tongue on her nipple lead her. Between her legs she felt a warmth and a tingling began to spread through her. "Take off your shirt, whore," Master Charles told her. She took off the tank top and tossed it to the floor, eyes still closed. As he continued suckling her nipple, she ran her fingers down the side of his face. Master Charles reached up and took the other nipple between his fingers, rolling it softly. With is other arm, he pulled at her waist, trying to mover her closer, but her tight skirt kept her movement restricted. "Take it off." he said to her tugging at the fabric. She stood and slipped out of the skirt. He quickly pulled her back down, sliding her leg around him so she was straddling him, completely naked now. She didn't want to feel good under his hand, but she found herself wanting him inside her. He sucked her nipples, bit them, pinched them and as he did she writhed and moaned. She had not come in days and her body was so sensitive, the slightest caress was sending waves of tingling through her body. "You want it badly, don't you my whore? Say it." he said. No longer able to contain herself, having completely forgotten her usual disgust with this man, she said, "Please Master! I want it so badly. Please take me," as she pulled at his shirt. He pushed her down on the couch beside him. "Let me taste you, girl." He put his head between her lags and licked her. "You're so wet. What if I refused you now, girl?" he said. She moaned. "Please, Master, don't." He stood up, laughing and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants and pulled down his boxers. Kneeling between her legs on the couch, he thrust into her. She moaned, lifting her thighs to push him in deeper. He thrust harder, over and over, leaning down to bite her nipple now and again. She felt a tingling in her stomach. She knew she was about to come. He pushed into her harder. "Master, may I come?" she asked him. As she said this, she opened her eyes and looked into his, pleading. He laughed and didn't stop. He threw his head back. She knew she couldn't come without his permission. She tried to hold it. She moaned. It wasn't working. He finally said, "Now, girl," and thrust into her harder than he had yet. She let go and felt him release inside her, continuing to thrust into her. She cried out and clawed at his back. Her back arched up toward him and she closed her eyes feeling him bite her nipple hard one last time before pulling out of her and sitting back on the couch, panting. She lay there, her breathing slowing, and enjoyed the feeling of complete submission she had always felt after being taken by a Master. She had loved the feeling of knowing that if she slipped up and came without permission, she would face the whip. Master Charles looked down at her and smiled. "Get dressed, Kolleen. You're late." Only for Him Ch. 06 "Hungry, Kolleen?" Master Charles asked her without looking up. She had just gotten redressed and, while the hot water in the bath had somewhat soothed her sore body, she walked with a slight tension in her legs. "Where would you like me to sit, Father?" she asked quietly. He looked up at her and smiled. "Anywhere you wish, my dear. Close to me, I hope." 'How about in my room?' she thought. She took the seat closest to him on the right. Kay had already set dinner on the table and it looked delicious! There was steak, potatoes and some kind of vegetable she had never seen. She suddenly realized how hungry she was. She looked over at Master Charles to see if he had started. He had not. She was about to ask him when they would start when Kay came out of the kitchen with a third plate. 'How nice to be able to chat with Kay over dinner.' she thought. "My daughter will be joining us momentarily," Master Charles said. "We always have dinner together on Saturdays." She smiled, "How nice, Sir." He placed his hand on his chest and made a strange face at her. 'The old guys gonna drop dead right here,' she thought. "Oh, dear, Kolleen," he shook his head, smiling, "You've already earned yourself a night in the Chamber. Please, call me Father when we're alone." She felt her face flush. She was already making mistakes and now would be punished. Sir Thomas would be disappointed. She started feeling anxious, but had little time to worry when Master Charles' daughter, Katherine, arrived. Soon, he was introducing the two women to each other. Katherine looked nothing like her father. While his hair was dark, hers was a sandy brown with lighter, golden highlights from being in the sun. Master Charles' skin was pale and cool, but Katherine was very well tanned. Her very presence seemed to warm the room. "Katherine dear, this is Kolleen. Kolleen, this is my daughter, Katherine. She's made a very successful business for herself breeding champion horses." he said, obviously very proud of the girl. "How lovely. It's a pleasure to meet you, Katherine." she said, holding out her hand. Katherine shook it quickly and smiled politely. "What business are you in, Kolleen?" she said as she took the seat on the other side of her father. The look of superiority on her face said that she knew exactly what "business" Kolleen was in. Katherine's pale blue eyes glared at her. Master Charles answered for her. "Kolleen is helping me here while Kay is away. " This statement seemed to excite Katherine. She perked up immediately. "Kay is leaving?" Katherine said, sounding very happy to hear this. "Kay is going to be away for a few months. She will be back, so don't look so excited," Master Charles said to his daughter. Katherine smirked at her father. As they ate lunch, she kept mostly silent not wanting to interrupt what it seemed had normally been the father and daughters time together alone. Master Charles and Katherine talked about her horses, a new car she wanted and various news stories that had caught their attention. Finally, Katherine rose to leave. "So where's Kay going? Back to Japan?" she asked her father. "No, no. She's simply going to be trained by Thom. She'll be home for the weekends," Master Charles said. At the mention of Sir Thomas's name Katherine had blushed. Her father didn't notice, but his watchful slave had seen the bright shade of red the girl took on. "Oh? With Thomas? Will he be here too then?" Katherine asked, trying to sound disinterested. She became very annoyed hearing this girl ask about Sir Thomas. She could tell the girl was fond of him even though she tried to hide it. "He may be here occasionally for a chat or a visit with Kolleen," Master Charles told Katherine. He still seemed oblivious to his daughters interest in Sir Thomas. Now Katherine glared at her from across the table. "Oh, you know Thomas?" she asked with a forced sweetness to her voice. She smiled, happy to impart this piece of knowledge to the seemingly jealous girl. "He trained me. We're very close still." She did not say that he would be her Master when she left Master Charles. She wasn't sure how much Katherine knew about Master Charles lifestyle. She had heard him say Kay would be training and felt it safe to use this term to describe her time with Sir Thomas. Katherine just glared at her for a moment, then turned to her father. "I better get going. I have a show tomorrow and there's still loads to do," she said, as she kissed her father and started to walk out. "Don't think you can bid me farewell so quickly, girl," he chuckled as he stood up and followed her out, "Kolleen, I'll be right back." He walked out, but Katherine turned and came back into the dining room. When her father was out of earshot she gave her the coldest look she had ever seen. "There's plenty of horse shit to be shoveled at my place if you get bored here. I'll even whip you some," Katherine laughed and as the cruel girl turned to go she said, "Where does my father find such trash." She was left wondering what had happened to cause Katherine to loathe her so. She knew some women just didn't understand the submissives' desire to serve men, to give themselves to a Master. She decided to ignore Katherine's attitude toward her since she would only be seeing her once a week. Master Charles returned. "How did you like my Katherine?" he asked. "I was delighted to meet her, Father," she lied. He laughed. "I haven't met a sub yet that liked that girl," he said. Monday morning, Sir Thomas arrived to pick up Kay. It was a quick departure with few words from any of them, but when Sir Thomas had winked at her as he left, she had felt a tingling in her stomach and had wished it was her going with him. She remembered the way his touch made her feel. His hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples... She sighed in frustration. 'Why did I agree to this?' she thought. Her own voice answered, 'You couldn't have him any other way, that's why, girl.' Master Charles came to the study, where she was dusting, at about 9:30 am. "Are you ready for your appointment, Kolleen?" he asked her. She still had no idea what she would be doing with this Francine, but she smiled and said, "Yes, Father." "Good. Go dress please. Casual dress will be fine." he said. She dressed in a short skirt and a tank top. When she found Master Charles in the den, he looked pleased. "Come here, girl." he said. He pulled her down on his lap and pushed her tank top up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened and he laughed. "So responsive. Like a well trained dog." He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. She tried not to think of how she'd rather be sitting on Sir Thomas's lap. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of his warm tongue on her nipple lead her. Between her legs she felt a warmth and a tingling began to spread through her. "Take off your shirt, whore," Master Charles told her. She took off the tank top and tossed it to the floor, eyes still closed. As he continued suckling her nipple, she ran her fingers down the side of his face. Master Charles reached up and took the other nipple between his fingers, rolling it softly. With is other arm, he pulled at her waist, trying to mover her closer, but her tight skirt kept her movement restricted. "Take it off." he said to her tugging at the fabric. She stood and slipped out of the skirt. He quickly pulled her back down, sliding her leg around him so she was straddling him, completely naked now. She didn't want to feel good under his hand, but she found herself wanting him inside her. He sucked her nipples, bit them, pinched them and as he did she writhed and moaned. She had not come in days and her body was so sensitive, the slightest caress was sending waves of tingling through her body. "You want it badly, don't you my whore? Say it." he said. No longer able to contain herself, having completely forgotten her usual disgust with this man, she said, "Please Master! I want it so badly. Please take me," as she pulled at his shirt. He pushed her down on the couch beside him. "Let me taste you, girl." He put his head between her lags and licked her. "You're so wet. What if I refused you now, girl?" he said. She moaned. "Please, Master, don't." He stood up, laughing and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants and pulled down his boxers. Kneeling between her legs on the couch, he thrust into her. She moaned, lifting her thighs to push him in deeper. He thrust harder, over and over, leaning down to bite her nipple now and again. She felt a tingling in her stomach. She knew she was about to come. He pushed into her harder. "Master, may I come?" she asked him. As she said this, she opened her eyes and looked into his, pleading. He laughed and didn't stop. He threw his head back. She knew she couldn't come without his permission. She tried to hold it. She moaned. It wasn't working. He finally said, "Now, girl," and thrust into her harder than he had yet. She let go and felt him release inside her, continuing to thrust into her. She cried out and clawed at his back. Her back arched up toward him and she closed her eyes feeling him bite her nipple hard one last time before pulling out of her and sitting back on the couch, panting. She lay there, her breathing slowing, and enjoyed the feeling of complete submission she had always felt after being taken by a Master. She had loved the feeling of knowing that if she slipped up and came without permission, she would face the whip. Master Charles looked down at her and smiled. "Get dressed, Kolleen. You're late." Only for Him Ch. 07 "I'm ready, Father." She stood before him, her skirt and tank top back in place after their brief playtime. "David is waiting in the car," he said, not looking up. He had replaced his own clothing and was reading a book on a rather uncomfortable looking chair at a small desk in the corner of the den. "Be good," he added and dismissed her. She went to the front door, wondering why Master Charles himself would not be taking her to her appointment. When she opened the door, a man she had never seen stood beside the car outside. He bowed, formally, then laughed. "Just kidding," he said. He opened the driver side door and then stopped, realizing he'd forgotten something. "What am I doing? Forgive me," he said to her. He went around to the passenger side and opened her door for her. She had stopped on the top step, watching him. He was very handsome. His blonde hair was a little too long to be considered neat, and his brown eyes were too lively for him to be considered serious. She suddenly realized she was staring at him, and he at her. She blushed. "You must be David," she said, descending the steps and holding out her hand to him. She expected him to take her hand and shake it, but instead he raised it to his lips and kissed it. She blushed again. "I must be if you insist," he said, smiling. She pulled her hand back and glanced behind her at the windows of the house. She hoped Master Charles had not seen David's gesture. "So where is this Francine's?" she asked him. "Oh, don't you worry. I'll get you there." he replied. She slid into the front passenger side and he into the driver side. Pulling away from the curb, he said, "And what might your name be?" She wasn't used to being asked this. The Masters she knew simply called her whatever they wanted. "Kolleen," she lied, hoping Master Charles had not told him differently. "Pretty name," he said, "Very fitting." She blushed, yet again. "Thank you," she said, smiling politely. She was trying not to look at him, putting forth every effort not to notice the way his blue t-shirt clung to every muscle in his arms and chest, the way his eyes were the color of soft suede. She imagined those large arms locking chains around her and snapping a whip, threatening. She was staring again. "So, how do you know Mr. Brooks?" he asked. 'Curiosity killed the cat, you know.' she thought. "I'm a friend of a friend. I'm helping him out for a while." she said. He smiled, knowingly, "Oh, so you're not a slave?" She blushed. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed. "Yes, I am." she said, her smile fading and her cheeks burning from embarrassment. He must have noticed because he was quiet for a few minutes. They pulled up in front of a large pink shop with the name 'Francine's Salon' painted in fancy white letters above the door. 'What? A haircut?' she thought. She rather like her long, wavy blonde hair and Sir Thomas would not be happy at all to know she had cut it. When David stopped and got out, coming around to open her door, he stood in her way refusing to let her pass and smiled. "Excuse me, David. I'm already late." she said politely, hoping he didn't notice how her breath quickened with him so close to her. "It's Sir David, sweetheart," he said, "and you should never be ashamed of your position." His eyes were sincere. He opened the door to the salon for her and as she walked by him, heard him moan softly and whisper. "Very beautiful," he said. 'Damn it!' she thought, 'I'm blushing again.' She met Francine at the front desk. She was an older woman, tall and very authoritative. "Sir Charles said I should expect you to be late." Francine said and laughed a little, "Have you been waxed before, Kolleen?" "Waxed?" she said, looking at her legs, "No, but I shave every day. Is that not enough?" Francine laughed, "Not there, girl. There," she grabbed her by the crotch and laughed again, "Billy!" A young man with long black hair, wearing only a black, leather g-string came out from behind a screen. "Yes, Mistress?" he said kneeling before Francine. "Take Kolleen to Room 3 and prepare her for waxing. No touching!" she told him. "Yes, Mistress." he said and stood up halfway, leading her out of the room. Only when he was out of Francine's sight did he stand to full height. He led her down a hall to a room with a table and a bath. It was painted the same pink as the outside of the building. "Please take off your clothes and bathe. I'll be back in thirty minutes." he said to her. "But, I've already bathed." she said. He stopped and looked at her as if he'd been slapped. "It's required, Miss." he said, and left the room. She stripped, ran a bath and washed her entire body, paying special attention to the region between her thighs. She was sitting on the table naked when the young man named Billy returned to the room, carrying a tray of instruments she assumed would be to aid in his job. "Lie back, please, and open your legs." he said, setting the tray on a counter next to the table. She did as he said, letting her knees fall to either side to offer access to the now freshly bathed area between her legs. Billy was not bad looking at all and she found herself thinking he would be good to see wielding a whip. He moved closer to her and she could see he didn't have anything in his hands. He began touching her, first between her legs as if looking for something, then caressing her inner thighs, watching her carefully. "Are you waiting for permission?" she asked him, giggling. He turned bright red and stepped back over to the counter. He stayed there for a few moments before returning to her, this time with a bowl in his hands. He used a small spatula to spread the warm, gooey mixture over her soft, fleshy mound. He laid some type of fabric strip over the wax and ran his hand up and down her. She knew he was just pressing the strip into the wax, but she started to feel that familiar tingle in the area he was rubbing. She closed her eyes. "You have beautiful breasts." he said to her suddenly. She opened her eyes and he was staring at her nipples. "Thank you." she said. "May I touch them?" he asked her. She smiled, "Are you allowed?" He smiled back, "Are you?" They both laughed. He stepped around the table, forgetting the waxing for the moment. His hand ran over her belly and up to her breast. He lightly squeezed her nipple between his thumb and finger. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Francine marched in, slapping Billy across the face. He dropped to the floor and kissed her shoes. She kicked him off. "Filthy pig. Get out of my sight and never return." Francine screamed at him. She sat up and looked for something to cover herself with. There was nothing, so she sat there, naked, waiting for Francine to turn her anger on her. "Lay back down, dear. Sophia will be in shortly to finish you." Francine said and left the room, Billy crawling after her groveling at her feet. "Please, Mistress! Please!" he begged as Francine shut the door. Soon, a pretty slave came in and painfully, but quickly finished the job Billy had started. Afterwards, she got dressed and headed out the door, with a slightly stiff walk, to find Sir David and go home.