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Robin's Quest

By: Wifetheif



"Robin, you embody everything that is wrong with modern Christianity. Everything about your life disgusts me."

Robin Hanson peered across the desk at her uncle, the fabulously wealthy Mark Higgins. Now that her mother had passed away, he was Robin's only living relative. As a child she had adored her slim, dashing uncle, but the two had been on the outs for more than a decade. She was seated next to her husband of two years, Simon, who seemed reticent to get involved with a family dispute. He sat quietly yet attentively as the two other occupants of the room squared off.

"Uncle Mark," replied an annoyed Robin , "I don't see how insulting me or my beliefs will shorten the distance between us. Mom has been gone for a year now. One of her last wishes was for the two of us to restore our relationship, but, apparently you just want to rain down insults upon me,"

The older man, stroked his face with his left palm. "I'm sorry Robin, I can't help it. My sister took you out of my life with a sudden finality. I thought she had lost her mind. It truly pains me to realize that she turned you into a miniature version of herself. You have no idea how much all of that pains me."

"What's wrong with believing in God, Uncle? I don't smoke, I don't get drunk, I have a productive life and a loving husband. I would have none of those things without Jesus in my life." 

"There is NOTHING wrong with believing in God, Robin. If you were an Episcopalian or a Lutheran, even a Calvinist I would say "more power to you." BUT that crazy church you belong to! Rolling in the aisles, speaking in tongues and all that other nonsense! PERHAPS I could tolerate even that but your version of Christianity is an active enemy of this country that I love. I peruse your church's website. They are beyond conservative, they are reactionaries! I'm not immune to the teaching of Jesus. love your neighbor, the sermon on the mount, a willingness to die for what you believe in. The church you attend, Robin is NOT that kind of fellowship. It is full of the very worst kinds of blue noses and busybodies, more concerned with how other folks should live, than they are with practicing true love and humility."

"I hardly think that is fair, uncle."

"No? I suppose I dreamed those sermons I read on your church's website about "evils" like same sex marriage, pornography, and voting for anyone who is not a litmus tested Republican. Your pastor rails against movies, television, drinking, normal human sexuality, and everything else. Nowhere does your pastor talk about building a community of love, submission and grace."

After a pause, the gray haired man began speaking again, this time with tears in his eyes.

"Your mother and your church have taken YOU away from me, Robin. I miss the wonderful times we had when you were younger. The hours I spent reading to you. Our excursions to the park. Once your mother had her religious conversion, she decided that I was a bad influence. You have no idea how deeply her actions hurt me."

Robin placed her palm on the back of of her uncle's left hand and said quietly.

"I missed you as well, uncle but mother seemed to know best. Even you must admit that much of your wealth comes from unsavory sources."

"I'm an investor and speculator, Robin. I make no apologies as to how I have built my empire. Under other circumstances, I would joyfully will you the vast majority of my estate. But you would simply hand that money over to your church. I view that as little better than flushing it down the sewer. If your church were to end up with my money, nearly ALL of it would go to line the pockets of its corrupt ministerial staff. Only a tiny trickle of it would go to deserving folks. Instead of doing good, it would be used for political purposes like campaigning against same sex marriage and every stripe of politics that I disagree with both on moral and financial grounds. Simply put, Robin dear, you are a very bad risk. Oh, I like Simon well enough, he clearly has not drunk the cool-aide to the same degree you have, but you are my heir, not hm."

"If you are planning to cut me off without a cent, uncle. It is hardly a threat, Mother and I survived very well without your money. Simon is not a bad provider." Robin's eyes flashed with impatience as she stared at her uncle. 

"It is not about the money, Robin!" the older man stated vociferously, "I want to help you out because, despite everything, I still love you. I want what we once had. Yes, I have thirty million dollars, but you are my only heir. I want to retire and simply enjoy traveling I want to keep the bulk of my estate in the family. I want to leave my money to someone who has humility, wisdom and patience. You have none of those things."

"As a Christian, uncle, I am not immune to oppression, that has given me..."

"Bull shit, Robin!' You do not live in a country where Christians are a persecuted minority. You look at things, like gay couples adopting children as in the words of your pastor "an assault on the very life blood of this nation!" You have ZERO experience with persecution, Robin! You can not compare yourself to those living under oppressive regimes. Your church is the furthest thing possible from the first century church. You could not handle the kind of hardship the believers in the early church endured every day." 

Robin shot her uncle a condescending look, "Well of course, uncle, this IS America after all. What do you expect me to do? Emigrate to North Korea?"

Uncle Mark absorbed his niece's words and an inspiration hit him. "No need for that, Robin dear. I DO believe that you need to walk in the path of privation for an extended period of time to acquire the sensibilities that you currently lack."

Mark gazed at the woman on the opposite side of the desk. The resemblance to his own, late lamented sister was striking. Both shared the halo of strawberry blonde hair, the porcelain skin, lithe figure and ample bust. Robin elicited so many wonderful memories, of when he and his sister, Jeanie were growing up together. More than anything he did not want to lose Robin a second time as he had irrevocably lost his sister. His niece needed a comeuppance, she needed to look at life from the bottom up. He glanced at her husband, Simon. As nice as he was, he too could benefit from a readjustment of his priorities. Inspired as he had rarely been before, Mark knew exactly what his only living relative and her spouse needed to reconstitute their psyches. The old salesmen in Mark rose to the fore.

"I have a modest proposal for both of you. One I am sure you will listen to. You may claim that you do not need my wealth, which MAY be true, even so how would you like twenty million of my thirty million to use in any way you see fit.?'

Simon and Robin exchanged glances and then faced the older businessman.

"Well of course we are interested, Mr. Higgins. " said, Simon, uttering almost his first words since entering Mark's paneled, well apportioned office.

"Would you be willing to humble yourselves and be reduced to abject slavery to obtain the bulk of my estate."

"What do you mean, uncle?" asked a puzzled Robin.

"Your Messiah was willing to die a horrific death to prove that he was right. Would you and Simon be willing to endure the hardships of the lives of first century believers?" 

Robin, pursed her lips and replied, "Of course, uncle, Simon and I would follow our redeemer anywhere if it meant that we were serving Him."

"I have an idea, Robin dear. A "not so simple" test to demonstrate the sincerity of your faith. If you pass this admittedly, difficult test, I will reward you with my largess. What you do with the twenty million will be entirely up to the two of you. I will conclude that you are sincere people of firm conviction. In that case I will not raise a single objection as to what you do with the money. Think about all the good you could do with that kind of money? Hospitals, orphans, education, churches, the choice would be yours and yours alone. I believe however that the scenario I have in mind for the two of you will alter your outlooks considerably. You will see yourselves, me and your beliefs in a new light HOWEVER, if you fail this test, and call an end to it early, which, I am fairly certain you will, I will distribute those twenty million to EVERY organization and cause that you and your church despise. Atheists, the Church of Satan, pornographic movies, abortion providers, male escorts, Nevada brothels, things of that sort. Whichever way things turn out, I do hope that the three of us can have a new beginning relationship wise."

Robin and Simon turned and whispered to each other for a short while before Robin turned to face her uncle's suddenly stone sober countenance.

"Naturally we are interested, uncle; but slavery is a thing of the past, at least in this country."

"Really, Robin, you have never heard of the BDSM community? Perhaps I should not admit this, but I have connections to the Bondage Dominance and Sadomasochism folks. It would not take me long to find a Master for you and a Goddess for Simon. They would be people who would have control over you and EVERY aspect of your lives. It is a very intense and humiliating experience. Have no fear, I will provide you each with an escape valve if things become too intense for either of you. I'm thinking a year of slavery for both of you. If either of you quit early, I will compensate you for your time and begin liquidating my estate. If you survive the year, I turn the money over to you two, easy as pie." 

Robin's face became a snarl as she bellowed, "You are a dirty old man, uncle!"

"Unquestionably, Robin dear. Your reaction is exactly what I anticipated, neither of you are willing to step out of your comfortable, unchallenged lives to grow and develop. Not even the tremendous goodness you could do with my wealth is enough to knock you off of your high horse. You Robin are as authentic a follower of Christ as a three dollar bill is genuine U.S. currency. Neither of you could endure a hard thing. What's the worst hardship either of you have ever faced? Hunger pangs from a late dinner? Being caught in a downpour while out on a picnic? Mother not buying you the exact toy that you wanted? Your church's so called "mission" trips to third world countries are just glorified camping trips. No, you are as fake and as insincere as the bellowing, hypocritical pastor of the church you attend." after a beat, uncle Mark resumed with, "apparently we are done her, Robin dear. I am sorry that we could not make a repproachement."

Mark stood and straightened the lapels of his business suit.

"I'm sure the two of you can find your own way out."

Simon made a move to stand but Robin halted him, "Just a minute uncle, neither Simon nor myself is a marshmallow. We are made of sterner stuff."

"Mark eyed his niece with boredom, "I'm sure you believe that, Robin dear but we all know that neither of you is able to go beyond your comfort zone. Perhaps I will put aside a small endowment for the education of any children that you and Simon may one day produce, other than that ..."

"Uncle Mark, dear Uncle Mark, I would walk through Hell in a gasoline suit if it furthered the cause of my redeemer, but what you are suggesting..." 

"Is a reasonable facsimile. As you said, slavery is illegal in this country. What alternative would you suggest? First century Christians had to maintain their faith even in the face of slavery, but those folks were made of far more substantial material than either you or your husband or anyone in your church."

"Uncle," stated Robin softly, "if some man were to make me his slave he would expect sexual favors. I take my marriage vows very seriously."

"So did some anonymous first century Christian woman in Rome who had to fulfill her duties to her owner and master as well as her husband. Isn't your faith about forgiveness? As I understand it there is almost no sin that is unforgivable, especially if one was to endure it to expand the "Kingdom of Heaven," Twenty million could fund a tremendous number of missionaries. But, of course, that will never happen."

Robin faced her uncle, her mind obviously quite active behind her bright green eyes. "We would get the money without strings?"

"The government will get a cut of course, but aside from that ..."

"We'll do it!"

"Robin, I think we should talk this over." stated Simon slowly.

"What's to discuss, Honey? Imagine all the good we can do with that money, the number of souls that we can harvest. We can wash uncle's fallen money in the blood of the lamb and give it to so many good causes."

"I have a job, for one thing," said Simon, "but more importantly, I am your husband, I'm not inclined to hand you over to some other man for a year."

"Do you think that I am crazy about the idea of some strange woman, taking "ownership" of you? Second, there are PLENTY of jobs in your field, losing a year won't make much difference."

"I can't believe you are actually considering this, Robin, Sweetheart. Its immoral and illegal!"

"While both of those are true, Simon, NONE of it is unforgivable. Are Uncle Mark's words true? Are you afraid of a little hardship and adversity?"

"Of course not Robin ... but ..."

"I would not worry about it too much, Simon," interjected Mark. "I have no doubt that Robin will call it off after the first few hours. The brave and inquisitive little girl that I once knew has been gone for a very long time."

Robin's expression became intense as she shouted, "I WILL prove you wrong, Uncle!".

"Sure. And I'm Amelia Earhart," deadpanned Uncle Mark "But I will humor you two. Why don't you and Simon take some time to think on it and talk it over? It will take a bit of time to set this thing up. Come back to my office at 3:00 P.M. Three weeks from today. I'll have all the forms drawn up to make things as legal as possible. I look forward to your return to my office. I hope that your visit does not turn out to be a huge waste of time for all of us, but it probably will be."

For much of the next three weeks, Simon sought to talk his beautiful wife out of complying with her uncle's plan. The more he tried to dissuade Robin, the more determined she became.

"Don't you see, Simon, Honey, that it is NOT about us any more. This is NOT me being stubborn or intransigent It is something much bigger than either of us. If we back down, it will be like EVERY Christian backed down. My Uncle will conclude that we are wimpy dilettantes. HOWEVER, if we survive his test, we demonstrate to him, in a way that we could never have otherwise, that our faith is for real. He will HAVE to respect us and admire our beliefs."

"But, Robin, remember what we read at those websites. Some strange man will expect you to serve him and satisfy his every urge."

"Uncle's test is designed to humiliate and embarrass, I'm sure parts of it will be positively awful but it can not possibly be worse than being nailed naked to a cross in front of thousands of people. As for us on the other hand, our lives will never even be threatened, Our morals and our bodies will be compromised, but our souls will be unscathed. Uncle Mark is correct in one sense, if we pass his test, it will strengthen our faith. No man can take from me the love and intimacy I have given to you. An no woman can take you away from me." 

"I hope that you are right, Sweetness." replied Simon warily.

Simon had hoped that the pastor of their church could talk some sense into Robin. Simon was on the same page spiritually as his wife, but had left his own fellowship and joined Robin's after their marriage. In many ways he still felt like a stranger amongst its people. Those feeling emerged in spades the evening they had gone to seek ministerial advice. In the office of the lead minister of the church, Simon saw Uncle Mark's words in a new light. What he hoped to hear never materialized. The pastor did not react as Simon had expected. At first the dark haired, chunky, middle aged man seemed appalled at the indecent proposal, put forward by Robin's uncle, but once he became aware of the money at stake, Simon noticed a disconcerting gleam enter the man's large brown eyes. For the rest of the counseling session, the pastor downplayed the negative aspects of Uncle Mark's proposal. Instead he encouraged Robin and Simon to be the best slaves that they could be.

"Jesus died to make men free. Neither of you will have to die, yet through your actions, this church will be able to free untold numbers of people." he told them in an authoritative voice. 

Robin left the session more committed to winning her uncle's money than she had been "I'm like Sir Percival or Sir Galahad," stated Robin proudly. "Like them, I am on a quest to do a very hard thing while remaining pure and unsullied despite sensual distractions and the plotting of the enemy!" 

By the time to return to Uncle Mark's office arrived. Robin had mostly brought Simon around to her way of thinking. He was not completely convinced that he was doing a thing that was either right or meaningful, but he could never dissuade Robin from anything she set her mind on. Robin was able to get him to promise that he would serve to the best of his ability and that under no circumstances would he throw in the towel. He and Robin made love as often as they could over the three weeks, almost always in standard missionary, the only position that Robin felt was entirely "moral." Both knew that they would miss their spouses very much. Simon at last brought himself in line with his wife's wishes, even so, resigning from a job that he loved made him feel like a heel.

On the appointed day, Robin wore an attractive, yet simple, gray dress to Uncle Mark's office. She insisted that Simon don his best suit. Several lawyerly appearing people and a secretary were seated on either side of Uncle Mark. An experienced poker player, Uncle mark betrayed no emotion as he appraised his nice and her husband. That the young couple were battling bat sized butterflies was obvious on both of their attractive faces. 

After ascertaining that Robin and Simon were entering the agreement of their own volition and that neither was under the influence of alcohol or drugs, the proceedings began. One of the lawyers explained what would occur. "For the next year, those appointed as guardians will have power of attorney and complete custody. This agreement also explains the nature of compensation for your guardians and their various legal limits."

Both Simon and Robin were given small devices on a lanyard to wear around their necks.

"These are you "panic buttons"" stated Uncle Mark "depressing the button for three sustained minuets will send a signal back to my office. It will call off the experiment and someone will be sent to retrieve you. If either one of you makes use of your panic button, the experiment ends for BOTH of you and neither of you receives a dime. I figure Robin's will go off long before night sets in"  

At one point Simon emptied his pockets, turned over the car keys and watched as all of his ID as well as Robin's purse and both of their phones were secured in Uncle Mark's wall safe. Many hours later, after a considerable amount of paperwork had crossed the desk many times, the lead lawyer announced, "And with that signature, these contracts are now in force. Send in the first guardian."

"Before that happens," said Uncle Mark, "I want to say a few words. Robin, Simon, to be honest I am surprised that you have made it even this far. I want nothing better than for both of you to prove an old man wrong. I am convinced that if you succeed in my "little" test, that the three of us will view each other and the world in an entirely different light. I am requesting this hard thing of the both of you, not because I am a pervert getting vicarious thrills but because I want to soften and reform your hearts. I want the niece I adored returned to me. Your faith MAY be real, if that is the case then I shall be the one humbled and shamed by this experiment. I feel however that both of you have used your faith to build a wall of pride and sanctimony about yourselves. Like Paul you need the scales removed from your eyes and your souls. For the next year you will have only your intelligence, personality, good humor, and yes, faith to rely upon. You will either have to sink or swim. Nothing can debase the truly devout or sully the truly pure. Prove to this weary old man that such people still exist in this world." 


Robin's Quest Ch. 02



Dinner turned out to be one of the more enlightening encounters of Robin's young life. The clock in the kitchen informed the young wife of the lateness of the hour but Robin seemed to get her second wind as she helped the Master warm up and lay out the meal. The Master owned very fine china and it appeared lovely on the white table cloth. Robin was grateful for the napkin across her lap but still felt self-conscious with her breasts exposed. She realized that she would have to get used to nudity. That might be a hard thing she realized. It had taken in her nearly a year to be comfortably nude in front of her own husband, Simon. She tried to push aside her embarrassment as she and the Master ate.

Robin soon discovered that the Master was a brilliant raconteur, with funny, amusing and insightful phrases peppering their conversation. He was deep and penetrating without being pompous or condescending, like a gifted college professor. Robin soon came to the conclusions that whatever else his faults, the man who called himself the Master certainly had a winning and forceful personality. 

Eventually, Robin was able to steer the conversation onto the topic of religion. She felt it her duty to share the Great Commission with this man so that he could learn about his need for salvation. The Master was full of surprises.

"I was a seminary student for a few years." he stated.

"Really!" responded Robin incredulously.

"Yes I had to study it for a while to conclude that theology is a science without a subject. Besides being a seminary student is no great accomplishment. Al Gore was one, as was Governor Jerry Brown of California. For that matter so was Joseph Stalin. Three rather different trajectories and three very different personalities springing from the same root. However, I do not consider my studies a waste of time. I learned a great deal about logic, argument, and the human condition."

"But how can you just turn your back on God?" asked Robin softly.

"Because, Robin the concept of "God" is a myth doubly so for the version of the myth you have walled off your mind with."

"That's not true. My Messiah is real, I don't follow a religion I have a relationship with Jesus."

"I am sure that you believe that. But consider; here you are naked and collared in a strange man's house, a man who is going to ask you to sacrifice your virtue at the conclusion of this meal; are those places that Jesus ordinarily places young nubile women?" 

Robin bit her lower lip and replied slowly "Well, no. but I am being tested. I have to keep focused on all the good I shall be able to do with Uncle Mark's money. Sometimes we have to do unpleasant things for the greater good."

The Master smiled and replied with "I assure your my dear Robin, sex with me is hardly "unpleasant". Still you must concede that your current predicament is a bit startling from a conservative Christian standpoint. Unless, of course you view it as part of "His" plan. Those are really your only options Robin, either your God does not exist and capricious fate has brought you to my door or your Jesus, the author and creator of the universe, desires you under my charge. In either case your best course of action is to obey me to the very best of your abilities."

Robin did not like the flow of the conversation and countered with, "There is a third option,you are evil and working as an agent of Satan!"

The Master broke out in a loud guffaw, "Really Robin? My house is hardly Gethsemane and you are not being asked to sacrifice your soul for the redemption of all mankind. In the unlikely truth that Satan exists, don't you think he has better things to do than to tempt beautiful young housewives?" The Master delighted as he watched predictable emotions cross Robin's face before he continued. 

"Consider Robin, either your God has delivered you to me so that you can be enlightened and instructed or else HE has abandoned you to machinations of a evil man to be abused and despoiled. In either case it is best for you to believe the first scenario. Under the first I may ask many things of you that you may not at first want yo yield, however in the end my requests and instruction will be benefits to both your physical and spiritual life. Under scenario number one, no matter how bad things become there is still hope for you and your immortal soul. Under scenario number two, the God whom you claim to love and who you claim loves you might have just turned you over to a modern Torquemada. Under scenario two there is no such thing as hope."

Robin's eyes widened and she uttered "You are a silver tongued devil!"

"Unquestionably, Robin. But even so, no matter how you slice it, you have to view me as an extension of God's will , otherwise your year with me will be a literal hell in every sense."

Tears came to Robin's eyes as she replied "This is all VERY confusing!"

"Undoubtedly, Robin, but your heart is in the right place. I have no doubt that you have quite virtuous motives and truly want to do good with your uncle's legacy. I don't believe that you have bitten off more than you can chew, but you WILL need to alter your perception of yourself. For the next year, you have to empty yourself of "Robin" toss out her pride, her vanity, her morals, and identity and take on those of Robin the servant and slave. Instead of paying lip service to the phrase "dying to self" you will truly have to do it. It IS a difficult thing. It is NOT an impossible thing." 

The Master waited a moment for his words to sink in before he said, "Help me with these dishes, Robin. It is well past both our bedtimes." 

Robin rinsed the dishes and the Master loaded them in the washer and placed in the proper amount of liquid soap. The fact that the Master was so kind and solicitous of her as they performed this task, sent the young wife into another sea of confusion. It was obvious that this man, no matter his other faults, was not a crass, lecherous, pig, but was capable of astounding grace and gentility. For Robin, who was used to filtering the world through a prism that consisted solely of "good" or "evil," nothing was coming into focus. Even after mentally retracing the steps, Robin could not fully explain how she had ended up in her current predicament, "How is it that I am in a strange man's house stark naked, collared and with a shaved vulva?" she asked herself, as though the last few hours had occurred to a stranger.

Robin gazed at the Master in the surprisingly flattering light of his kitchen. He truly was a handsome man. More Handsome than her own husband, Simon, if she was honest with herself. "This man can read me better than my pastor, perhaps even better than Simon. How is that possible for someone so out of touch with the Lord?" she asked herself. "Was he a Torquemada or a saint in secular guise?" Robin realized that she had no answer to those questions and would only learn them with time. Robin's revelry of wonder was broken when the Master turned to face her, smiled broadly and announced,

"It is time for bed Robin. You can either share my oh so comfortable bed and, eventually, get some sleep or you can spurn my bed and endure and endless sleepless night in a barren cage."

"Will you expect sex, Sir?" asked Robin warily.

"Of course, Robin. It is my duty as your Master to male use of you." he replied in a serious tone of voice.

"Can't I just lie next you and sleep?" asked Robin pensively. 

"No, Robin, the sooner you embrace your new life the better. It's like plunging into a sauna, better to go in all at once than to try and enter inch by inch." he stated.

"I have no other option?"

"None what so ever."

Robin's eyes could not help taking a tour of her captor's muscular torso. Robin now realized that it was no accident that he had continued to remain sans shirt while they dined. Robin felt like the worst wife in the world when she realized that she was ogling the bulge in the Master's tight slacks. Unbidden she imagined him unclothed, pictured his gifted tongue taking another tour of her intimate place. Suddenly she thought of Simon, her husband and felt a steel resolve enter her spine. 

"I WILL NOT share your bed, Sir. I don't care what you do to me, I will not betray my husband."

The Master's smile did not waver as he continued with, "I suppose I should expect some rebellion. Since that is your choice Robin, so shall it be. I am a patient man and I an willing to wait you out a few days, that means that you will see the harsher, more demanding version of me. You won't like him. I don't like him, but he is effective in breaking and training recalcitrant women such as yourself. Robin, I think you will be quite happy when the genie your refusal has now loosed, is placed back in the bottle. Follow me."

The Master led Robin to a bathroom and supervised the brushing and flossing of her teeth. Robin had expected her enslaver to give her some privacy to attend to her bodily functions but such privacy was never issued. Instead the Master led her to a different room in the house. The room was floored in stark white ceramic tiles. The walls were blank and sterile. Hanging in the middle of the room, attached to bars in the ceiling was a human sized cage!. Robin's eyes grew wide and fearful at the sight.

"Until you desire the warmth and comfort of my bed as well as the protection of my affections, you shall spend your nights in this cage." He gathered up a bed pan from a cabinet in the room and announced "Here is your toilet. If even a single drop of your waste ends up on my floor, you shall be severely punished. In the morning I'll expect you to suck my cock before we exercise, shower and then settle down for breakfast. Know now that refusing to provide me with fellatio is NOT an option. Recall those shiny pointy things in my playroom. Do you REALLY want to experience them first hand?"

The fierce and cold look that crossed the Master's face as he spoke the final paragraphs, chilled Robin to the bone. She felt a huge lump form in her throat as the full impact of the Master's words hit home.

"Sir, surely there is some other way."

"Yes there is, you can share my bed and my affections."

"But I love Simon."

"I won't ask you to stop loving him."

"But .. but." Robin sputtered.

"Get in the cage!" 

Robin felt the tears streaming down her cheeks as she stepped into the steel cage. As the door closed behind her she realized that there was barely enough room for her squat or sit. However if she did attempt to sit down, there was no place for the bed pan. Robin heard the hasp close and the padlock click shut.

"Have mercy on me, Master!" she cried.

"I have given you plenty of time to accept my alternative. Live with the consequences YOU created!"

With that the Master turned and made his way out of the room. As he exited he touched the light switch, plunging the room into pitch darkness, seemingly oblivious to Robin's cries of anguish. 

Robin, at first, had a very long and very hard night. Nightmares which had not assailed her mind since childhood became prominent every time she shut her eyes. The phantasmagorias prevented her from getting any more than cursory sleep. With difficulty she was able to deposit the bedpan on the floor of her cage. Leaning against the bars she could take some of the weight off her feet for extended periods of time. Robin knew that crying was useless. After the first few hours she got a hold of her emotions. She reflected upon the course of actions that had led her here. 

Part of Robin's conscious tried to tell her to steel herself, to spend an entire year in this cage and never submit to the devilish Master. "I can be like a Roman martyr" she told herself. But then, she had to urinate and she reached for the bed pan out of fear of the Master's threats. And then as she hung there in the dark part of her conscious said, "How bad can it be? The Master is handsome, has demonstrated that he can be kind, sensitive and funny. What do you gain by denying him? Is Simon remaining celibate for YOUR sake?"

The thought of Simon and that beautiful dark haired woman, made Robin briefly angry. "My husband is just like every other man. He will make up some excuse to, to .. " she thought before allowing the matter to drop. A moment later she continued to herself with "Robin, can you really be a martyr? Are you being threatened with death? Is the Master forcing you to recant your faith? You cry when you skin your knee. How could you possibly bear a year of nights like this? No girl, Uncle Mark is right about some things."

The realization that her suddenly less sanctimonious seeming uncle had a better sense of her psyche than Robin herself did brought the young housewife up short. She recalled the days of her childhood, when they had been as close as an uncle and nice could be and she mourned the years the two of them had lost through the interference of her mother. Robin recalled her own wedding, Simon had suggested that Robin ask her uncle Mark to give her away, but Robin's mother would not hear of it. For completely different reasons Robin wept a second time. When these fresh tears passed, Robin felt like a different woman. 

"The year will not be easy." she told herself, "But I have been looking at things the wrong way. My uncle really DOES love me. God loves me. This year is a time of change and growth. It may be that I curse the lesson but bless the knowledge but this year can only defeat me if I let it! As for Simon, if he falls out of love with me this year because of that woman, then our love was never as firm as I believed it to be. Better to find out now than after we've created children together! I can't worry about Simon, I can only worry about me. And that is just what I will do!" 

For the first time that night, she fell into a brief, yet deep and untroubled sleep.

The Master was beyond amazed when he entered his playroom the next morning. He had expected a bedraggled, weeping mess, he encountered Robin asleep, her head resting upon her chest, looking absolutely angelic. "Perhaps I have misjudged this woman." he said softly before he woke Robin. The Master had planned to loudly clang the bars of her cage with a metal object, but suddenly that idea seemed perverse. Gently her reached between the bars and shook Robin's soft white shoulder. 

Robin's large blue eyes flew open in surprise. It seemed to take her a few moments to place herself. At last her face broke out in a grin. 

"Good morning, Sir!"

Robin's easy air disarmed the Master. Rarely did things unfurl in reality differently than they did in his mind. Robin's cheerfulness was a most welcome but very unexpected turn of events. Hastily, the Master began to mentally switch gears..

"How did you find your evening, Robin."

"It was revelatory, Sir. Can I get out of here now?"

The Master eyed Robin warily, "You realize that once I allow you to exit the cage, I expect you to preform fellatio on me?"

"I am well aware of that, Sir. I won't give you any trouble."

A bit stunned, the Master retrieved the key to the padlock in the hasp of the cage and opened the enclosure. He noted the full bed pan and a bit of urine on the floor. That should have brought punishment on the young wife, but for some reason the Master allowed it to slide. He helped Robin alight on the ceramic tile floor. A glimmer he could not identify seemed to radiate from her luminous blue eyes. The Master had expected it to take extended experience in the cage to make Robin this compliant. "If I didn't know better, " he told himself, "I could swear that she had a visitation from a higher power. The mind is a powerful thing." Finally he spoke.

"That is good, Robin. Let's dump this pan and then we can start our day off right."

Robin fell in next to the Master. She noted that he was clad only in expensive silk pajama bottoms. He really was handsome she though. Instinctively careful to not spill a drop, Robin toted the bed pan to the bathroom and emptied the contents in the commode. Robin asked for and received permission to wash her hands. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Despite the night in the cage, her ponytails were relatively non-mussed. She noted her panic button. The night before she had been so distraught that she had not even reached for it. Now in the light of a new day, she realized that she would probably never need it. Somehow she knew that her first night in the cage would be the worst that she would endure. "If last night did not cause me to use this thing, nothing will."

She knew full well what would be expected of her now. She noted the sizable bulge straining at the button of the pajamas fly. It did not look like anything she could not handle. "Keeping him happy is the road of least resistance." she thought. Simon always praised Robin on the rare times she had consented to give her husband a bit of the oral gift. A sudden feeling of guilt crossed Robin's mind. She knew she had not given Simon as much fellatio as he had desired. Robin recalled that she had used it mostly to extract favors from Simon. After HE took out the trash and raked the leaves and washed the windows after HE had given her several hours of massage, after HE had sufficiently praised Robin and apologized for asking her to sully herself by giving him oral favors. Yet, Robin had been very demanding of Simon. She made him give her all of pussy licking she demanded. Robin had never noticed the discrepancy in how she and her husband had shared their love until now. Simon had been satisfied with so little, while she had never starved for him. Suddenly ashamed of herself, Robin wished at that moment for a time machine so she could spend an endless string of weekends sucking Simon's cock. "That woman, that "Goddess" won't be stealing Simon from me." she thought bitterly, "I handed him to her on a silver platter.," Forcing the depressing thoughts away, Robin offered her right hand to the Master and he led her to the his richly appointed bedroom. 

Robin went to her knees as the Master stood next to the bed. Her fingers trembled a bit as she grasped the waistband of the pajamas and tugged them down. The Master's huge uncircumcised cock filled the space in front of her. Above the shaft, just above his pubic hair the word "Master" was tattooed in Gothic script. Robin could not help but notice that his legs were powerfully muscled as he stepped out of the garment. Robin gazed up, into his full blue eyes. It was as though he was staring into her soul. Tentatively at first and then with more enthusiasm she set to work on the Master's manhood.

As far as the Master was concerned this was the worst blow job he had ever experienced. While clearly not a complete novice, his new slave seemed to have no idea as to how to establish and maintain a rhythm, and her teeth! Still the gesture was appreciated, very softly yet firmly he instructed Robin on how to improved her technique. Still, it took forever for her to get him to the point of climax. He fought the impulse to hold her chin so that she could not pull away when he came. About half of his ejaculate ended up on the floor, the rest Robin gamely choked down.

"Very, good, slave Robin." stated the Master with a sincerity he did not feel,. "Let's have a cup of coffee and then we can work out for a an hour or so. After that its shower time and we find out what kind of cook you are." 

A lull hung over the kitchen at the two sat next to each other and sipped their coffee. For the first time in a very long time the Master was at a loss for words. The young woman seemed suddenly more confident and independent, there was a resolve that the Master had never noticed before. For the first time, the Master thought that, perhaps, he would learn a thing or two from Robin. 

Seeking an angle of attack, the Master stated slowly. "I noted that some of your urine on my floor. After you clean that up, you will have to be punished for being careless."




Robin's Quest Ch. 02



Robin's response surprised the Master. "I suppose I was a bit careless. In my defense however, I was not in my right mind early in the night. I'll try not to make a mistake again. I hope that your punishment is not too painful. But remember, to err is human, to forgive divine."

Robin's conversion continued to startle the Master but he quickly gained his footing. "I think a spanking consisting of ten firm swats should be sufficient. Your punishments will be commiserate with your disobedience."

"That seems fair, Sir." replied Robin. "I know that for the next year, you are my master, my teacher and disciplinarian. I will try to obey. I will ask that you be patient with me and progress slowly. All of this is very new to me. Though you will no doubt, scoff, I now know that God has placed me in your charge for a purpose. I must be hear to learn more about myself, my marriage, and about my redeemer." 

A bit surprised by his new slave's candor, the Master was silent fro a moment before he replied, "The cleaning up can wait. Let's work out for the next hour and half. After that, a shower and breakfast."

In the Master's well apportioned gym, he issued Robin a skimpy translucent sports bra and tiny panties and set her to work on a spinning apparatus. As it happened, Robin had always believed in working out. Her church taught that a good wife always took care to make sure that the temple of her body was kept in tip top shape. She recalled the words of her pastor, encouraging everyone in the church to try and stay in shape. "We can't very well preach on moderation if we are a collection of obese, slobs." he had said. Robin's pastor also intimidated that the sexier the wife, the less likely that the husband was to stray. Robin knew that she was attractive. As a Christian woman, she realized that she should not take as much delight as she did when she caught some strange man eying her form appreciatively. She knew that such pride was a sin but she could not help reveling in it. 

After ninety minutes, Robin's body glistened with perspiration. The young wife had spent her exercise time singing praise songs to herself. Knowing that her time would not be hers for the next year Robin realized that she would have to take whatever time she could to worship God. As their shared exercise time wound down, Robin felt much more comfortable with her situation. He thoughts were surprisingly untroubled. "I am a slave now, he owns me for the next year. If he wants sex, it is my duty to submit. But no matter what he does to me, he cannot possibly separate me from my Lord, nor can he prevent me from praising him at times like this." 

Robin was humming the song, "What a Difference a Day Makes" as the Master stripped the scanty garments from her frame and placed them in a hamper. Wordlessly, Robin took the Master's hand and allowed him to lead her to his master bathroom. Ln the large shower stall equipped with dual heads, Robin relaxed as the master lathered her body head to toe. She was especially amazed at the gentleness of his touch as he carefully shaved her privates, and then her entire body. As she watched the shaving cream circle the drain, Robin thought, "It is like I've been reborn, my old life sheared away in preparation of a new adventure." Without any prompting at all, Robin offered her enslaver, her lips.

For the very first time, Robin was able to fully relax in the big man's arms. He felt very good around her. Imagining that she was giving Simon the kind of kisses her husband had always craved, Robin enjoyed making out with the Master. Robin had always kept much of the sensual aspect of her personality under tight reign, but there seemed little point in that now. "It is as the Master said, I can enjoy myself or I can be miserable. I may not know much but I DO know that God wants me happy." Thought Robin contemplatively.

Later, after he had dressed in very fine clothes, the Master dried Robin's body and hair. That her transformation should come so soon, utterly floored him. He had expected, at the outside, at least two weeks of severe discipline to bring her around. "Maybe there IS something to this inner peace crap." thought the Master abjectly. He wanted to lead her to the bedroom and take her right now, but he understood that patience was the prudent course. Robin was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. Not only was she physically stunning, her personality, even with all of its religious baggage, was effervescent. She was as close to a complete package as the Master had encountered in a long time. "Too bad I only have her for a year." he though, realizing, for the first time, that he did not see his charge as a chore.

Robin and the Master exchanged few words before he led her to the kitchen and handed her a frilly apron.

"I hope that you can cook as beautifully as you look." sincerely stated the Master.

For the first time since well before dawn, Robin had a moment of panic. Truth be told, she did very little cooking. Simon had put himself through college as a cook in a diner. He could make just about anything, so as soon as their honeymoon had ended, Robin had exiled Simon to the kitchen. Robin's mother had always had a cook, so Robin had rarely ventured into the kitchen. As a surprise to Simon she had learned how to make a few things, but mostly she had bragged to her church friends how blessed she was to have such a gifted chef for a husband. Not for the first time since entering the Master's house did Robin realize that in so many ways she had been a pathetic wife. She had taken, Simon's love and devotion and manipulated him into being her servant. Looking back at their marriage, Robin realized that Simon had done all of the heavy lifting, while she had skated away from any onerous tasks. How much Simon must have loved her! 

Robin had no sooner finished that thought then she recalled the beautiful dark haired woman who had led her husband out of her uncle's office. "I'll bet that she does not take Simon for granted. In no time at all, after getting all of the affection I should have given him, Simon will fall in love with her! And it will serve me right!" The unpleasant thoughts of losing Simon, clashed like so many cymbals in Robin's mind. "Lord," she prayed, "When all of this is over, PLEASE give me another chance to prove to Simon that I am worthy of his affections." Robin wiped the tear from her eye and focused once more upon the Master.

"I'm in the mood for pancakes."

Robin's mood brightened considerably. Pancakes, were one of the few things she could make competently. Robin recalled the extent of her culinary abilities, French toast, pancakes, grilled cheese, mac and cheese, salads, and, if she was really ambitious, a stew in the crock pot. That she would have to confide in the Master about her lack of domestic skills, was apparent but, Robin decided to broach the subject later. Even waiting until lunch was preferable to informing him at the present moment.

The Master gave Robin a tour of the kitchen explaining where the supplies were and informing her that she was required to clean up afterwords.

"I try to keep to a cleaning schedules, Robin. Rugs twice a week, kitchen, bathrooms and playroom daily. You are my slave so you will be taking over all of those tasks. I'll try not to be a tyrant until you get the hang of things but I warn you right now that I am quite anal about order. Doubly so about my laundry. I instruct twice, warn once, and discipline as needed after each warning until the lesson adheres. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir!" 

"Well than pay better attention."

"I am sorry, Sir. I was thinking about Simon. I now realize that I was not the wife I could have been."

"Simon will take care of himself. Like you he, no doubt has much to learn. You WILL see him again. Until then keep your focus upon me." 

A short while later, Robin set a stack of succulent pancakes before the Master. Her own stack was much smaller, as the Master had required, and she could not begin eating until permission was granted. The master had Robin remove her apron before she sat next to him. 

"These pancakes, are quite good, Robin." he said.

"Thank you, Sir." replied Robin 

There was a span of silence in the room. The Master noted that his slave was still in her contemplative mood.

"You seem unusually quiet this morning, a penny for your thoughts?"

"I am sorry, Sir. Since last night I have realized a great many things about myself, about my marriage, and about my God. While I know there will be many things that I will detest over the next year, I know that ultimately everything will be for my benefit. I just hope that when this is over, that I have not lost Simon. There are so many things I want to say to him. I have a lot to answer for to my husband, but one of those things WON'T be sharing your bed. I betrayed him in a myriad of ways long before I came to wear your collar. I also know, even though I may suffer corporal punishment, you are NOT an ogre. Oh you are unsaved and I WILL endeavor to pray for your redemption but God can use anything to teach His children. I know that there is much you have to teach me. I'm just sorry that I did not see it earlier. If I lose Simon after this, the fault will be mine, not God's, not my Uncle Mark, not that ... that woman's, not yours, but mine!" 

"You must love him very much, Robin"

"Even more than I knew before. More importantly, I realized how unconditionally HE loved me."

The Master placed his hand upon Ron bin's forearm. "Slave, the hardest thing about serving me is realizing how much you NEED to serve me. It is a total power exchange where my will becomes your will, yet together we are something more. Not just slave and Master but also friends, lovers, and comrades. I assure you that after this year, you will be so transformed that Simon, no matter how much you may have sinned against him, will fall in love with you all over again."

Robin's eyes filled with tears as she uttered, "Oh, Master... that is beautiful." 

And then the young wife slid int the Master's lap and began to weep copious tears upon his strong firm shoulder. The Master held her tightly and allowed her to cry herself her out. When her tears had dissipated, The Master kissed her deeply, in a way he had not previously. Robin's tremulous sobs had been replaced with warm yielding flesh. She was a different Robin now, and the Master realized that HE was different as well.

The Master gestured towards the bedroom and said very softly. "How about we leave this dishes for later?"

Robin nodded her assent and the Master rose to his feet, cradling the beautiful young wife in arms. The walk to his bedroom was not long, but it was astonishing. Once upon the huge mattress, Robin gave herself fully to the Master, holding back none of herself. In a way, she was not sharing the bed with her enslaver, she was opening herself for her husband, Simon. For once in her life she was determined to let herself fully go. "Simon deserves so much more; before I never tried to give it to him, well when the time comes, this is what I shall do." Robin told herself as she began kissing her way down the Master's torso. At his crotch, she once again opened to receive his manhood. The Master's words from that morning returned to her mind. "When I see Simon again, this is the blow job he is going to get." she told herself. The Master's sighs of pleasure delighted Robin.

Shortly, however, Simon was absent from the mind of Robin. The Master's skilled tongue lips upon her breasts, ribs, navel and tummy, convinced her that the Master was the best lover she had ever met. And then the handsome man who "owned" her preformed his oral magic upon her shaven pussy. Robin felt the inner heat beginning in her clitoris and emanating outward in waves throughout her body, Like never before she climaxed, the orgasm leaving momentarily breathless. 

Robin had scarcely recovered from that wonderful sensation when she felt the Master enter her. The Master had more girth than Simon, but her husband's length was comparable. The Master however, had a much better idea of how to use his tool than Simon did, even after several years of marriage. Robin was not conscious of the constant refrain of "Oh God." issuing from her lips. Her eyes were closed with bliss. She felt the Master's body stiffen, a short time later Robin felt him soften as the Master's lips emerged from the darkness to meld with her own. For what felt like the longest time, Robin laid in the Master's arm and felt his warmth seep out of his body into hers.

When at last she opened her eyes, the Master was smiling broadly at her. "That was marvelous, slave Robin. Just wait until I teach you everything I know about intercourse and intimacy. You will be the sexiest woman alive, not that you are not already supremely sexy and unquestionably beautiful."

"Thank you, Master. And thank you for not being an ogre."

The Master chuckled and said, "You may want to take those words back after the lessons in anal, restraints, toys and pegging."

Robin looked at the master quizzically before saying, "As long as it makes me a better wife, I will gladly endure it." 

"Simon will never know what him, I fear however, that I shall miss your presence in my bed and in my house enormously."

Robin gaped at the Master for a moment before she replied, "I have a life and, I hope, a husband to return to, but I can already tell that I will miss moments like this."

With that the two embraced. The dishes waited a very long time before they were washed.



Robin's Quest Ch. 03



The Master held a brief ceremony to mark the end of Robin's third month in captivity. Robin was surprised the time had passed so quickly. She and the Master had settled into a routine. Each morning she awoke in the Master's bed, often in his arms, and then set about her required task of performing fellatio upon the man whose collar she wore. Now she swallowed each and every time. She never enjoyed the tang of her Master's seed. But she had learned the folly of resisting him. Next, together they exercised. After a shared shower, during which the Master meticulously shaved every inch of her body from clavicle to hallux, Robin made breakfast. The Master had taken Robin's revelation that she could cook almost nothing with surprising magnanimity. He praised Robin for being honest, determined her limitations, and then sat Robin down before cook books and Youtube videos to learn some culinary skills. Both Master and slave were proud of her subsequent progress. Now she could cook virtually anything the Master desired. Some of the more difficult dishes still gave her problems but rarely now was there anything she could not handle. At times Robin felt tremendous guilt that she had not even attempted to learn cooking skills previously. It would have made her a better wife for Simon. Even though their reunion was nine months away, Robin sweetly anticipated revealing her new found skill to her husband. "The things I've learned." she thought out loud, suddenly blushing when she realized those words could be applied to so much more than cooking! 

The Master's patience with her on the cooking issue made Robin see him in a better light. That he was accepting of who she was and limited his expectations to what she could provide was a most welcome revelation. Oh he did get angry, but never did he strike out in anger and almost never did he raise his voice. "If he were only a Christian, she thought," he would make some woman a wonderful husband." Then Robin chuckled. The Master was NOT the marrying kind, no matter his outlook. After breakfast, Robin set to work maintaining the order of the house while the Master retreated to his small office where he worked at his profession, managing various hedge funds and investment portfolios.

The first month had been the most difficult for the young housewife. Adjusting to the status of almost constantly naked property, did have profound spiritual aspects, she discovered. Like many spiritual quests, it often proved difficult. Sharing her bed with the Master was the easiest part. Behaving as ordered between the sheets however, was another story. The Master had introduced her to anal sex, large diameter dildos and butt plugs. Robin had also pegged the master and been pegged by him in turn. Learning and accepting these sexual practices, many of which, her church taught as aberrant, had been a difficult task. Even so, the Master seemed to have an innate understanding of Robin's sexuality and her ability to obey. Despite balking at first to her captor's demands, when Robin allowed herself to relax and accept the Master's desires, it was invariably a pleasant experience. While she had spent time over the Master's knee and in his cage; the Master had been able to impress upon her psyche that obedience was not only the path of least resistance, it was also expected by her God.

"You were entrusted to me, Robin to be trained and to be humbled. Believe it or not, I am doing these things for YOUR benefit. Christ told his followers who happened to be slaves to obey their masters and be diligent in their tasks. Sexual service was a major component of slavery in the Roman era, that is a simple fact. You can spend this year being punished or you can spend it in pleasure. I'm not into pain, Robin. If you relax under my authority, you will find that what I ask of you is very enjoyable. Either your god loves you and wants you happy or he wants you miserable and requires me to become an ogre. You KNOW I'm not a violent man, Robin, why would he want me to become something I am not?" 

Robin still recalled her response, "Master, I know that you at heart, a decent, gentle person. Every time you have disciplined me you have carefully explained why it was necessary. What you ask goes against many of the things I was taught, but more importantly, I'm worried about what Simon will think when we are reunited. Will he think me a slut, a wanton woman, a whore?"

"Robin, Simon is not living in a vacuum, you know. His Goddess is putting him through many of the same things you are experiencing. She has no doubt kept him naked for long periods of time. Just like you, his sexuality is not currently his own. BOTH of you will be changed by this year, Better not to focus on the past but contemplate what new gifts you can give your husband when you see him again."

Robin had thought for a moment and replied. "Yes, Master. I suppose that is the best way to view things. I worry about Simon a lot. I pray for him constantly. Master? Do you think that that woman... that Goddess Simon is with is more beautiful than me?" 

The Master laughed and said, "Is that what this is all about? Fear of losing your husband?" after a pause he continued, "I know Simon's Goddess quite well. She is quite demanding yet eminently fair. She is just as serious about her charge over Simon as I am over you. Yes, she is a very beautiful woman, but NOT more lovely than you, Robin. One thing I can assure you, Simon's Goddess never lacks for the attention of men, I promise you the last thing she wants to do is steal your husband." 

"But she's so beautiful, and so experienced. I'm afraid that she will turn Simon's head."

"Robin, you will be quite experienced yourself once this year is over. Don't you want to try out what you learned on Simon? Don't you think he is as curious about you?" 

Robin answered slowly, "Yes ... I suppose so, Master."

"How would you like to see Simon? There is a convention for Masters, Dommes, and slaves being held on an estate near here in a few months. I was going to bypass this year but I could call Simon's Goddess and we could set up a strictly regimented meeting. I don't imagine that the two of you would be permitted to embrace or kiss but you Could converse for a half hour or so, NOT in private. You will each be able to see how the other is getting along. That might allay your fears."

"Or confirm them." replied Robin bitterly.

"Don't you want to know for sure?"

"Yes Master!"

"Well then," replied the Master in a serious tone. "much more is going to be required of you. If I bring you into the presence of other Masters there may be times when they have authority over you. You would have to obey them as you obey me in ALL things. It is expected at conventions such as this that Masters exchange slaves."

"You mean ,,,"

"Yes, Robin, otherwise you don't see Simon and until next year and your fears nag at you like Chinese water torture every day you spend with me. The choice is yours. I am perfectly content keeping you to myself for the entire year, but if you want to see Simon, you are going to have to die to yourself a little more. That is just how things are."

"Do I have to make a decision right now, Master?"

"No, Robin there is some time yet. I will need your answer by the end of October. The convention is over the Thanksgiving Day weekend and no Tickets will be sold past November third." 

Before Robin could contemplate her answer for long the Master announced, "You know, I have not taken you out in public yet. I've kept you naked long enough. How would you like dinner at the finest restaurant in town tonight?"

"Oh, I would LOVE that, Master!" After a moment she stated," I don't think the clothes I first wore when I came here are appropriate for such a fancy place."

"Robin, you don't have any clothes. I know that I told you that they would be returned to you at the end of the year, but their cut and style no longer suit you. I am positive that the first thing you would do with them is exactly what I have done, after taking note of your sizes, I dropped them off at Good Will. I locked your jewelry, your purse and your cell phone. Those you will need when you return to your old life. I took the liberty of buying you a very modest new wardrobe. That is why I never let you open any of the packages that came in mail. You were not permitted to keep anything because you must come to the realization that everything you want and need is supplied by your master. Make something light for lunch, so that we have a big appetite at dinner. I will be bathing you and dressing you at six sharp. 

Robin was uncomfortable getting baths from the Master, not on account of the nudity or the intimate touching but because giving Robin a bath had been the favorite form of foreplay between herself and her husband, Simon. So often, their marital lovemaking had begun with Simon slowly, teasingly, lovingly, undressing her. It had become a ritual of intimacy between them, with candles, scented oils and romantic music. Nothing put Robin in the mood faster. 

When the Master bathed her, the lighting was low, and he put on sweet music and sang softly to Robin in a fine voice. It was all far too close to those special times spent with Simon for comfort. Despite wanting to keep the Master at arm's length, when he gave her a bath, her body almost involuntarily responded to his touch. At these times, Robin felt emotion towards her Master that she assuredly did not desire. Robin knew that compartmentalizing the Master was the best course of action. He had to be the "other", not the "familiar." He had so many fine qualities that it was frighteningly easy to let him close to her soul. Robin feared falling in love with her enslaver. "Showers are easy, baths are hard." she told herself. Fortunately, the usually quite astute Master did not perceive Robin's discomfort at these times, worse, perhaps he did know exactly what he was doing and was merely toying with her, like a cat with a mouse. Tonight however she could focus on dinner and a night on the town, Under those circumstances, the bath was surprisingly refreshing. 

It bothered her, a little, that the Master had disposed of her clothing. She had quite liked the dress and had taken the time to find the perfect shoes to go with it. As for the rest, it did not matter. At least the Master had given them to charity than simply disposing of them. Robin hoped that the woman who purchased her dress would enjoy it as much as she had.

Robin was curious as to what sort of fashions the Master had selected. She had lived with him long enough to know that he was a man of exclusive and expensive tastes. She had now doubt that the dress would be very fine, perhaps even a Paris original. The Master carefully dried Robin and led her to the bedroom where he had lain out the dress and accessories.

The dress was a lovely, midnight black, strapless number of wonderful feeling fabric. Along with the dress, a pair of black nylons and a garter belt, A beautiful jeweled bracelet with matching earrings, expensive black stilettoes and not a trace of undergarments! 

"Master, what will I wear under the dress?"

"Your beautiful bare skin, of course, silly."

"But..." began Robin before concluding that objecting was pointless. The hem of the dress, while falling high on the thigh was not so short as to promote exposure. It was unlikely she could have unobtrusively worn a bra under the bodice of the dress in any case.Now that a night on the town was a possibility, Robin had a severe case of cabin fever. She wanted this night on the town whether avec or sans panties.

The Master carefully, styled Robin's hair after delicately dressing her. Robin took delight in her reflection on the mirror. Below her collar, she owned a new and sleeker body. The strictly regimented exercise had improved Robin's already attractive curves. Her arms and legs looked fantastic and her bustline was tighter. Robin found herself able to completely relax as the Master zipped up the back of her the form fitting dress. "If Simon saw me in this dress, he'd rip my clothes off and take me on the spot." she joked with the Master.

"That shows he has exquisite taste in women, I've half a mind to do the very same thing." with that he winked at Robin and said "The ground rules for tonight are exceptionally simple. You under no circumstances, short of fire or nuclear attack, speak to anyone except myself. I will order for you and perform all of the communication you may need to make with others. Violate this rule and you spend three days in the cage living on bread and water, Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir!" Stated Robin as she came to attention and smartly saluted.

"Very funny! Keep it up and you will be over my knee before we even leave the house. There is a wrap in the closet that compliments the dress. Now let us get going." The Master extended his elbow and Robin placed her hand through it. For the moment, the world was utterly perfect.

Robin relaxed in the passenger seat of the Master's luxurious automobile. To an outsider, Robin thought, their outing must seem so ordinary. Pretty girl, handsome man, expensive car, normal destination. No one aside from the two of them would know that this was only Robin's second excursion outdoors since taking up residence in the Master's house. The first had been a day of nude sunbathing, in the backyard, early in her captivity to acclimate Robin to her required nudity. There had been no prying eyes that time. During her first week, the Master had ordered her to sign for a registered letter, stark naked. Both the letter carrier and the Master had enjoyed her discomfort. The Master had not repeated that stunt, but the threat remained. By now she had been naked for such an extended period of time that clothing felt odd. Robin considered how she was dressed. Never before had she set out for town without panties. The old Robin would not have even dared venture to her mailbox without cladding her loins. 

The drive to town proved delightful. The Master's home city was not hers. He drove her on an extended trip to see the sights before they pulled up to the the restaurant a bit after dark. Robin could not help but notice the appreciative stares she received as she walked through the vestibule in the beautiful dress. Robin knew full well that tempting other men was mortal sin but she had always taken delight in the appreciative appraisals of men other than her husband. It was something she could never quite resolve with her faith but it always felt good to be looked at in that particular way. 

The Master selected a moderately lit table. Robin felt certain that the Master was showing her off. Robin nearly forgot the Master's warning and spoke an audile greeting to the handsome young waiter. While he was obviously trying to be subtle, Robin quickly deduced that he was attempting to glimpse down the front of her dress. Since the man was so handsome and had tried to be tactful, Robin made no effort to obstruct his view. She wondered if this would get her in trouble with the master later, but it had been months since Robin had been ogled by a stranger and she had missed the feeling. 

Even though she could only nod and smile at the waiters, Robin was free to converse with the Master. He praised her beauty, complimented her upon the progress she had made and a bit about current events. As usual, they spoke of religion, but both had been over the same ground so many times before that that topic soon ceased to be interesting. At last Robin decided to broach the subject.

"Master, if we go to this convention, after I meet Simon, what will you do with me?" 

The Master got a far away look in his eyes before he replied. "Well Robin, I can't provide definites for an event months away, but the norm for that week is to strike a deal for a slave trade for the weekend."

"I would have to sleep with someone beside you?"

"You would have to do whatever he or she ordered you to do. None of the members who gather at the convention, are hard cases. If I shared you, I don't think anything too onerous would be asked of you."

"Can't we just go, see Simon, and return home, Master?"

"That is not how things work, Robin. A slave going to the convention is expected to be shared. If Simon is there he will be shared as well. His Goddess will most likely find a suitable match for him from the convention goers. There are slave raffles with the proceeds going to various charities."

"What sort of charities, Master?"

"We fund a trust that cares for elderly slaves, or those who have lost their owners through sudden death or disease. Mostly however we sponsor a hospital for children with pediatric cancers. The raffle raises quite a lot for that hospital, you know the one with the heart stirring commercials."

"How could you even think of sharing me, Master?" asked Robin.

"That is what Masters DO, Robin. You are not my wife, you are my property, like a coat or a sports car, Property that I am rather fond of, but property nonetheless. Besides Robin you Don't have to do anything like this. As I said, I am quite content to spend the year focusing completely upon training and instructing you. You DON'T have to see Simon before next June. If I were a believer, I would tell you to pray it out. In any event you have to stop worrying about Simon. I'm not convinced that your training will gain much through exposure to more cock or learning how to lick pussy."

"But if I want to see, Simon ..."

"You end up in someone else's bed for a few days." 

"But that is not fair!"

"You of all people, Robin, should know that life is by its very nature unfair. I repeat, you do NOT need to see Simon, his Goddess will see that he is taken care of."

"Yes, that is just the thing, Master. What has that woman been doing to my husband?"

"She's been keeping him fit. Making sure that his body remains hairless, He is cooking for her, cleaning her house and scooping out her cat's litter box. It is all quite routine, and from my point of view, quite boring."

"Is she bedding him?" interjected Robin.

"I can't answer that question, Robin. Simon might be the type who responds better to chastity and periodic release. I'm not in charge of his program, so I can't do more than offer conjecture as to how she is treating your husband." 

"I HAVE to know, Master. I HAVE to know what I am up against. IF she's been loving him with that body. I may never be able to rid him of her stain."

The Master guffawed loudly, "Robin, you've been a naked slave in my house being fucked in every way imaginable for the past three months. What difference does it make WHAT she has been doing to Simon?"

"You don't understand, Sir. Simon is not like me."

"Bullshit, Robin. He is exactly like you."

"All the same, Master I have to know what she is doing to him."

"You most love him very deeply, Robin."

"Aside from Jesus, he means more to me than anything in the world." 

The Master took a long hard look at his dining companion, "Very well, if you are serious, Robin, perhaps we can start on a small scale. My friend, Master David, lives not far from us. He owns a charming slave named, Claire. Perhaps I could invite him over for a weekend. You would be his for the entire time. If you get cold feet we can call the experiment off and you will just have to resolve yourself to not being reunited with Simon until next June. If you find that you are comfortable obeying Dave and afterwards want to try the convention. I will hasten your training."

"What is your friend like, Master?" asked Robin with a small hitch in her voice.

"He is tall, broad, dark. He is biracial, most women find his caramel color quite attractive. His father was some sort of inventor with an armload of patents. He will never hurt for money. I manage two of his portfolios, the rest are in other hands, like most wise men he has diverse holdings."




Robin's Quest Ch. 03



"No, is a good and kind man?"

"Of course, Robin, or he would not be my friend."

"I can back out if I don't feel comfortable?"

"Certainly, Robin."

Robin rocked back in her chair, sighed and said, "Master, I have committed so many sins since I began living with you. What's one more? All of this would be so hard if my Redeemer were not in the forgiveness business. Of course believers such as myself should not engage in behaviour contrary to his edicts but I succumbed because I wanted to do so much with my Uncle's wealth. I still want to prove him wrong, but all of this has become something I never imagined. Three months ago I never would have believed that I would even be accepting of anal sex, let alone enjoy it. Despite my sins I am growing as a person. I have the rest of my life to live a good life. I want Simon as part of that life, by my side, me atoning for having been Moby wife. This is the year of difficult lessons. I have to think that this year is one where God has his hand on me even if a can't see it right now. If I lose Simon after this year, it will break my heart. I have learned so many things about myself, there are so many ways that I have improved. I will be able to be the wife he DESERVES when the calendar comes around again. I have to know what I am up against in that woman ... that Goddess, even if it means a detour through even more alien beds. Set up a visit with your friend, Master." 

"Are, you sure, Robin?" asked the Master.

"Not entirely, but if I know Simon still wants me in his life, the next nine months will be a snap. If I get the sense that I have or will lose him, then I can prepare to meet life on my own, richer in wealth but poorer in everything that matters.If may turn into a case of curiosity killing the cat, but, whatever happens my mind will be at ease. Sometimes the peace that surpasses all understanding is not enough." 

After establishing with finality that Robin was being sincere, the Master moved the conversation into more pleasant waters. The rest of the night, Robin and her enslaver engaged in the easy yet mind expanding conversation that she found so exhilarating. As they smiled and laughed their way through dessert, Robin realized that a man as witty, urbane, and as funny as the Master must have some really neat friends.

It was three weeks later that the Master was preparing Robin for the weekend visit of Master David and slave Claire. Although she would not be wearing it long, the Master dressed Robin in a tight, short, vaguely toga type dress. Long red stockings, matching garter and red stilettoes, completed the outfit. "You will call me 'Master', my friend 'Master David', NEVER 'Dave'. His slave is to be addressed as 'Claire', 'slave' or 'sister'. Slave Claire will address me as 'Master Geoff'. If you EVER slip up and call me that punishment STARTS with fifty swats to your behind and two solid weeks in the cage. That is NOT an empty threat!" 

Robin made it clear that she understood. A short time later she was making sure that the final touches were applied to make the dinner she had cooked was perfect. Even though it was not yet evening, Robin realized that she was already very tired. The meal preparation and seeing that every detail of the house was perfect, had taken a great deal out of her. Even in her old life, entertaining guests had always wiped her out. Magnifying her stress was the fact that this was by far the most complex meal Robin had ever attempted, three courses, a soup, salad and dessert. Creating it had been an all day affair. Everything looked fabulous, but Robin was not always the best judge of her own cooking. She hoped that Master David, Claire, and her own Master found it far more than palatable.

The young slave was curious about the immanent visitors. Her Master had shown her a picture of his friend. He was almost movie star handsome, with a luminous smile, his color was indeed intriguing. Robin was most curious about her counterpart. Her Master had refused to even show her a picture of Claire. She had to content herself with a basic description. The other guest for the evening, Robin knew, was shorter than herself, thin but well built, with black flowing hair. Robin's Master had refused to disclose any information regarding their personality, likes or dislikes on the grounds that, "A slave had to be accommodating to all guests. Preconceived notions might interfere with her ability to do her job with the proper efficiency" His argument made sense, but was still very disappointing.

The doorbell rang at the appointed hour. Robin positioned herself to the left of the Master knowing that Claire and Master David would be in the opposite positions on the other side of the door. Robin's heart was beating so rapidly she was sure that it audible from the moon as the door swung open. Face turned upward the first thing Robin saw was Master David's tall, wide figure and handsome face. His smile of greeting was luminous and made Robin go soft inside. Instantly much of the trepidation about the evening waned. After, the two Masters exchanged greetings, it was Robin's turn to speak.

"Welcome to my Master's house, Master David, and slave Claire. Both of hope that your visit is enjoyable and satisfying." 

With those words, began a night like none other, Robin had experienced. With a nod from her own Master, Robin fell to her knees before Master David. An impressive bulge swelling in his tailored trousers. "Allow me to welcome you on behalf of my Master." stated Robin as she began the process of liberating Master David's penis from his pants. Only when it was exposed to the warm light, did Robin recall that the of this was one of the few penises she had ever actually seen with her own eyes. The enormity of what she would be expected to do this weekend fell upon her at that moment like a collapsing wall. However, when she gaxed into Master David's beautiful brown eyes and engaging smile, her fears left her. Tentatively and then with more enthusiasm, her tongue began to explore his manhood, 

Out of the corner of her eye, Robin spied, the very pretty, Claire performing the same nicety on her own Master, an unfamiliar emotion manifested itself. Could Robin really be jealous? She did Not love her Master, of that she was sure, but what exactly did she feel towards the man who would continue to "own "her for another seven months? That was a complicated question, one she did not want to think about at present. Focusing upon the here and now, Robin soon established a rhythm. Robin considered fellatio. Simon had missed out on so much. The Master had explained that a good session of oral sex was enjoyable for both the provider and the receiver. Her Master had diligently instructed Robin since their first session of oral love. Now, as she worked on a total stranger's cock, she heard the same delightful moans emanating from him as when she serviced her own Master. She could not wait to hear the same sounds coming from Simon. Simon was on her mind as Master David's cock released its load. Robin swallowed it without a second thought. 

As Robin withdrew her mouth from the large caramel organ, she noted that Claire opened her mouth to show that she had taken every bit of her own Master's seed before she winked at him smiled and visibly swallowed. "I see that I still have a lot to learn." thought Robin. "I really should pay attention to tiny details like that."

Master David, extended his hand and assisted Robin back to an upright position. It seemed very natural to accept his embrace and receive his kiss, Both were very nice. It was time for her to greet, Claire, the protocol dictated a long, full kiss. Robin had not really kissed a girl since her Junior High days when she and her girlfriends would practice kissing. This was different and also quite nice. Last a long deep kiss for her own Master before the quartet strode out of the front room and into the kitchen.

After seating everyone in the proper order, Robin set to the task of serving dinner. Only now did Robin note Clair's attire. The taut silk dress that bared one shoulder and has an asymmetrical hem line. One Claire's impossibly long legs were thigh high boots with perilous looking heels. Even with the artificial height, Robin towered over her. Robin thought Claire prettier than herself, but not by much, Claire had better legs, sparkling green eyes and a lithe figure and wonderful hair. Robin was sure she herself owned better tits and a better butt. While most admired her strawberry blonde hair, Robin was never satisfied with it. it was neither blonde enough nor red enough to satisfy her. As long as she could remember, Robin craved hair like Claire's, a solid black or brown or red, Still, Robin felt that if men had only the two of them to select, she would be chosen most often. Robin reminded herself to not get conceited and focus upon being a gracious hostess. To her considerable relief and delight, everyone present praised her meal. Robin introduced each course and bussed the plates once everyone had finished. The two Masters excused themselves to smoke a cigar in the smoking room while Claire helped Robin load the dishwasher. 

If not for the fact that once the men returned and Robin would be formally gifted to Master David for the weekend, the dinner they had all shared was indistinguishable from countless meals shared by friends for centuries. 

Robin faced Claire and asked, "What is Master David like?"

Claire's only response was to smile wanly and state. "All Master are different but they like the same things." 

"But is he kind? Is he giving?"

"That would be telling, slave Robin, and slaves NEVER divulge intimate details about their Masters. Must I report you when your Master returns?"

"No! Please don't!"

Claire laughed and said, "Don't worry, my Master informed that this is your first time being shared. The first sharing is one you never forget, no matter how long you live. What I CAN tell you is that I have little doubt you will enjoy my Master." 

Presently the men returned looking every inch the old friends. Robin followed Clair's lead and returned to the side of her own Master. Her embraced her and kissed her deeply. He took her hand and strode to the front of the living room, before the impressive fireplace. He nodded at Master David who paced over to the bar and made four drinks. Master David distributed them and instructed Claire to sit beside him. Both Master and slave wore an expectant look upon their faces..

Robin sipped her drink for a bit of liquid fortitude and listened as her Master spoke, "It is rare to find friends in the world, even rarer is one who shares your interests and lifestyle. Over the years, Master David and I have shared just about everything but sharing our most prized possessions is a rare treat for both of us. Robin is not an ordinary slave, and I mean much more than she is a unique individual. I would not entrust to someone whom I did not love and respect like a brother. Master David, I present you with slave Robin for the weekend. Treat her with all of the respect and honor due a man's most valuable possession."

Master David rose to his feet and replied, Master Geoff, you are like my brother, with pride and respect, I accept your gift. Rest assured that she shall be well taken care of."

Robin's blood froze momentarily as her Master instructed her, "So it is agreed, Robin, go to Master David's side. Obey him as you would me, upon the completion of your unveiling, you become his property and I will have no authority whatsoever regarding you. At the appointed time Master David will redress you and return you. Go to his side now."

Robin swallowed the drink in a single go, set the glass upon the mantle and made her way on trembling legs to Master David's side. The ritual was echoed in similar words by Master David as Claire took up her place next to Master Geoff.

Robin felt Master David's hands upon the closure to her dress. His touch was fairly electric as she felt the dress open. Master David's large warm and sensitive hands and fingers began to remove the simple red dress. It fluttered to the floor, and as instructed, Robin stepped out of it. Suddenly the young wife realized how alluring she must appear in just the red stocking shoes and garter, Her body flushed, but not from embarrassment, as Master David removed her shoes and stockings and finally, her garter, In just her collar, Robin felt more naked than at any other point in her life, even more so than when she had stripped on the first day of her enslavement.

Without any fuss at all, Master David took Robin's hand and escorted her to the guest bedroom. Robin was amazed that her heart remained beating as the door closed behind her and her new, temporary owner. Then the tall handsome man took Robin in his arms, he kissed her deeply and said in the most convincing voice Robin had ever heard, "Put your fears aside slave Robin, everything will be fine. Everything will be all right." 

"I'd like to undress me now, slave." stated Master David firmly. Robin a tremor of perhaps, anticipation, perhaps nerves, fluttered through Robin's tummy as she reached for the top button of her temporary Master's linen shirt. Once the fabric parted, Robin's eyes beheld a broad muscled chest with prominent pectoral muscles and tightly coiled abdominal muscles. It was instantly clear to the young housewife that Master David was more finely and densely muscled than her own Master. Unbidden, the vision of her own husband's thin physique passed before her eyes. She hoped that the muscles of the men she had been with since being separated from her husband would be the only things she would miss about being a slave. Robin's mind thought for only a second or two, "What a miserable wife I am." before her tongue set to exploring the knot of muscles on Master David's astonishing belly and all thoughts were replaced by a new emotion. 

Naked, Master David was, Robin decided, the handsomest man she had ever seen with her own eyes. His striking face with its firm jaw and, what seemed like meters of, gleaming white teeth, bore two brown passionate eyes that seemed to unerringly find Robin's own orbs and hold them fast with their intensity. His exotic color, reminded Robin of a mocha cup of coffee. In the past, Robin had taken note of handsome men of color, but for reasons that she thought better of contemplating, she had only dated white men. Not that she hadn't thought about certain things a good Christian wife should not ... 

Master David's huge rod swelled to full mast once again. This time Robin did not hesitate a moment and promptly started working on the biggest penis she had ever encountered. From her position on the softly carpeted floor, she gazed upwards and her gaze was captured by Master David's soulful dark eyes. A passion that Robin would never understand set her heart to beating with a strange new rhythm. 

Robin sensed that she had worked Master David's organ to the brink of orgasm when he interrupted her. Without a word being spoken, he indicated that she was to cease her ministrations and rise. Once she had done so, his arms embraced her, his lava hot lips met her own and the kissed for many minutes, after which, he gather Robin up in his firm strong arms and carried her to the king sized bed.

No sooner were they on the bed, than Master David set to work with his tongues and lips upon Robin's most intimate place. Robin became lost to every conscious thought save focusing upon the wondrous feel of Master David's oral entreaties of her clitoris. Someone, certainly not Robin was saying in a very small voice inside her skull, Simon is very good at this, the Master is even better but this mouth is divine! A stream of syllables issued from Robin's throat, perhaps the utterances were a real language on some alien world. Whatever they were they had Master David grinning from ear to ear, delighting in the responsiveness of the beautiful young slave.

Robin had not entirely come down from her high before Master David, positioned her for standard missionary sex. Robin was completely content to allow Master David to manipulate her like a marionette as he moved her to the center of the bed and parted her legs. And then he was above her, his manly broad shoulders and muscular arms taking up Robin's entire field of view. Between gasps for breath, she devoured his electric kisses. Her second orgasm did not tarry long. After a cry of "Jesus" and a long series of gasps, Robin opened her eyes smiled at Master David and uttered a throaty, "Thank you!" before the tensions of the day and the physical exertions of, perhaps the most remarkable sex she had ever experience caught up with her, and Robin fell into an immediate very deep, and very restful sleep.



Robin's Quest Ch. 04



Robin took a moment to collect herself when she woke the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the Venetian blinds, causing her to shut her eyes briefly to acclimate them. It took her a moment to realize that this was neither her Master's bed nor his room. Robin's wanton behavior of the previous evening fell upon her like a summer cloudburst. "What type of woman am I?" she thought followed by "How can my own Masted and Master David read my wants and desires so well? Can God forgive my relishing the touch of men who are not my husband?" While her mind puzzled over these imponderables, she realized that to see Simon, she would have to allow her Master to share her again, perhaps more than once!

Master David still slept, his arm encircling Robin's narrow waist. The young housewife considered the naked body sharing the strange bed. Master David was only the third man she had ever slept with. She contemplated her husband, Simon, "What would he say? Would he consider me a whore?" Robin certainly did not feel like one. So remembered, suddenly, that if Simon wished to see her at the convention, he too would have to agree to be shared. With that thought, a bit of the turbulent clouds occupying her mind lifted. "He will understand what I had to do. I KNOW Simon, he is a good soul who loves me fiercely. At least he still does if that woman ... that Goddess has not poisoned his mind!" With a soft gasp of frustration Robin realized that she MUST do whatever was asked of her in order to see Simon. "I MUST know where I stand!" she thought morosely.

She gazed at the slumbering Master David. Although, Robin knew that she should be appalled with herself for enjoying this new man's touch, she just could not work up the rage. Master David had been gentle, perceptive, and kind. Any woman, Robin concluded, would feel blessed to have shared his bed. With a slightly guilty feeling, her fingers gently stroked Master David's tight abdominal muscles. She noted his morning wood and the tell tale flutter of his eyelids and Robin knew what was expected of her. She slid her mouth and body into position to perform fellatio on the massive organ. That this ritual was now second nature to her, never entered her consciousness.

Master David's eyes opened and spied Robin's lovely strawberry blonde head bob up and down as she worked on his cock. She was far from the most talented performer of oral arts amongst the slaves that he had encountered, but there was an enthusiasm and attention to detail in her work that made up for her failings in technique. His good friend, Geoff, her Master, had confided Robin's history. "A most interesting experiment." had been his response. The fact that she was so well trained and relatively at ease in her new role, gave David a new respect for his friend's abilities as a Master. Robin's efforts were, presently, about to bear fruit. Master David allowed himself to relax as his rod spent its fuel into Robin's soft and pliant mouth. To her considerable credit, Robin managed to capture nearly all of it. With a smile and a nod, Robin forced the load down. This time, she was sure, Master David tasted a bit better than her own Master.

Once Robin had performed this expected task, Master David, embraced and kissed her, "Well done, slave Robin, well done! You are a credit to your Master."

Robin was not quite sure why those particular words resonated with her so thoroughly but they did. She replied with an enthusiastic, "Thank you, Master David." Robin felt very good in these new arms, still she wished they were Simon's. To both her surprise and consternation, she and Master David engaged in a prolonged impromptu makeout session. Not in the least understanding how things had progressed so quickly, she found herself under Master David, his huge manhood filling her. She gasped and moaned with pleasure before her mind stopped her short, "You are a whore, Robin!" she thought to herself. The realization that she could no longer claim innocence about herself hit hard. Tears filled her eyes, but she managed to prevent herself from crying out.

Master David had not seemed to notice her tears, Robin sat up and gazed at her reflection in a mirror on the wall, "Who are you, really?" she asked her mirror self. Robin knew that she did not have anything approaching an answer, she was only sure that she had left the naive church woman behind. She was transforming into something else. What that was, she hoped to puzzle out before the calendar had completed its march around. One thing she knew with even more desperation; whatever life had in store for her after this year of slavery ended, she wanted Simon at her side. "I will spend every day making him the happiest man on the planet." she thought so intently she was positive that it could be heard on Mars, followed by, "That's not too much too ask, is it, God?" 

A short time later she was taking a morning stretch when she noted something new in the room. During the time she had slept two suitcases had materialized. Robin was instructed to open the smaller one and was stunned to discover that in held clothes meant for herself! Robin's eyes grew wide and questioning. 

"As your Master, I have to provide everything for you. I COULD keep you naked twenty-four seven, but I am not that type of Master. Geoff, sent me your sizes I chose what I like. Your Master will put these away in case I ever visit again." explained Master David with a wide grin.

A short while later the two of them were exercising together in her Master's gym. Robin really liked the exercise attire that her temporary Master had chosen for her. These togs covered rather more of her than her usual microscopic work out attire, but they were equally sexy. During the extended workout, Robin could not match Master David's pace at all. She was severely winded when they were done even though she was currently in the best shape of her life. As gently as he had dressed her, Master David, stripped her, all the while praising her efforts.

"You did very well, Robin. Now just relax in the shower and allow me to do everything. I'll want breakfast after we are dressed. Even though it is Early October, this weekend promises to be just like summer. If I know Master Geoff, he has kept you mostly confined to the house. I love him like a brother, but I swear he's part vampire. Anyway, there is a lovely large park not far away. You and I are going hiking. While you are making breakfast I'll pack our lunch. You'll find I'm much more active than Geoff. Oh he stays in shape, but outdoor activities?" With that he chuckled. Robin found her shower with Master David, one of the most enjoyable of her entire life. 

After the shower, Master David carefully dried her body and hair. With a touch, even more gentle than her own Master, he dressed her in hiking attire that Robin found the cutest thing ever. A lacy bra, rather short, but otherwise a quite wonderful feeling hiking shorts. Robin was a bit disappointed that no panties were provided, but the lining of the short felt divine, making up for their lack; a tight tee shirt, over that a flannel shirt. On her legs, knee high white socks and the a pair of kicky hiking boots. Robin wished she that someone had offered to take her picture.

Robin felt adventurous, she made crepes and fruit cocktail for breakfast and was delighted when Master David dubbed it, " Superb." Claire and her own Master had apparently already risen and eaten. There were dirty plates in the dishwasher. She wondered where the two could be when she noted the door to her Master's room was closed. Emanating from it, the muffled sound of laughter. Robin was not sure how she felt about this situation but she was not going to let it spoil her day.

Robin finished loading the dishwasher, turned it on and straightened up. Master David approached her with a kiss and then strapped a heavy pack to her back. He read the questioning look in her face and anticipated her objection. "You carry the pack, dear sweet Robin, because YOU are the slave. Never forget that." 

The early afternoon day was picture perfect. Many of the leaves had already begun to change color, but otherwise, this day might as well have been June. Robin was temporarily relieved of her burden so that she could ride comfortably and safely in the passenger seat. As her Master's house vanished from view, Robin realized that this was the first time she had been apart from him in nearly five months. She reflected that she had come many miles since taking up residence in his house. Miles of change, miles of hardship, and yes, miles of pleasure. She tugged at her collar. glanced at the third finger of her left hand and ached anew at the loss of her wedding ring. "Who will I be when this year ends?" she thought to herself for the ten-thousandth time. Further reverie was interrupted by the pressure of Master David's palm upon left thigh. 

"Robin, SLAVE Robin, your focus is to be upon me and me alone this weekend. I am completely within my rights to discipline you as I see fit, you know."

Robin turned and gazed into the soft brown eyes next to her. "Yes, Master David, I am sorry, it will not happen again."

"You had best seal that promise to me with a kiss." Robin was happy to oblige. 

The drive to the park was not especially long. Master David opened the sunroof on his car and the two of them savored the fresh, warm air. Once they were in the parking lot, Robin was once again saddled with the pack. As instructed, she stayed three steps behind the Master as they started out on one of the hiking trails. Robin had almost forgotten how wonderful sunshine and blue skies could be, she had been shut up in the house for such a long time.

Before too long, Robin forgot about the weight of her backpack, Master David gave her a lecture as the two strode deeper and deeper into the forest that was worthy of a professor of ecology. Robin was surprised by the variety of edibles Master David discovered along the way. He allowed her to eat only enough to take off the pangs of hunger. "I won't have you spoiling your lunch." he said with a wink. Robin knew that she would never look at the forest in the same way again. Robin also caught herself wondering how often Master David visited her own Master. "Bad girl!" she told herself when she realized that her mind had traveled that road. Even so, she did not feel especially chagrined.

Presently they were deep into the woods at a small clearing. Soft mosses carpeted the ground and a small brook could be heard babbling in the distance. Master David removed her backpack. Robin realized that it had been hours since she had felt its weight. The Master spread out a blanket and stated very matter of factually, "We will eat lunch after we make love. Take off your clothes." 

As she listened to Master David's words, Robin was nonplussed by them. This day had been so perfect there was only one way it could end, should end. Robin wanted to be made love to at this particular moment and she relentlessly sealed off any other thoughts. "I WANT Master David, and I want him now, no matter how wrong it may be." Robin arranged her cast off clothing neatly and turned to face Master David, His mocha colored skin fairly glowed in the fires of the afternoon sun. He was the handsomest, manliest gentleman Robin had ever met. His huge, erect uncut penis,seemed to draw Robin like a moth to a flame. she fell to her knees before him and savored every sensation. Everything, the sky, the brook, the trees, the moss, seemed alive and sentient. It seemed to Robin that she could hear them all, singing softly to her as she performed fellatio with the most enthusiasm of her life. 

Master David was surprised at the new intensity of Robin's work. She seemed freer and more talented, somehow. This session of fellatio was miles ahead of the one from the morning and light years ahead of her first one the previous night. Master David recalled his conversations concerning her that he and Geoff had shared. The question had been whether sharing her would bring her further out of her shell or drive her inward like a turtle. That question was now academic. He could not wait to tell his good friend about Robin's progress. With a wide smile, he came, some of his seed falling to the blanket but Robin took most of it. She presented her open mouth to Master David so that he could see his semen in her mouth, Then demonstrating what she had learned from Claire, she smiled and visibly swallowed. For some reason, this time Master David tasted like ambrosia.

He fell to his knees and embraced Robin. "Excellent, slave Robin." After an avalanche of kisses, the two sat and stared intently at each other. "Master Geoff told me a great deal about you but he negated to inform me as to how sweet you are."

"That is very kind of you to say, Master David."

For the next hour or more Robin and her temporary Master had a very deep conversation covering her history, her mission, and what she hoped to accomplish.

"You are to be congratulated on exceeding your comfort zone and on seeking to do good. Your compromises were necessary. I'm not as dogmatic in my thinking as Geoff is. Not that I believe there is a benevolent force micromanaging the universe, but I DO think there is more to life than what we can see, touch, or hear. Even so, I agree with my friend's views. If there IS a God he, or she, wants us to be happy and open, not miserable and repressed." 

Robin, deep in thought, replied, "There is much wisdom in what you say. I'm still so confused about so many things. Much of what I have done and will do, is wrong according to how I was raised and taught to believe, but I have also found pleasures I never knew existed. I still pray, but now I pray for different things. At first, I prayed for purity or, at least, to be unsullied by behaving in a manner contrary to my nature. I prayed for the salvation of my Master and wisdom in how to speak to him, But now I mainly pray for Simon, that he still loves me and will be able to see past all of the sins I have committed and will commit. One thing I have learned in agonizing detail, as a wife I was no prize. I treated Simon shabbily and never gave him the love he deserved. I think I could stand just about anything, walk through any fire IF I knew for sure that Simon would be waiting at the end of my trek. I remember something my uncle said about Simon shortly after they first met, 'I like that boy, at heart he is a giver' He didn't say it then, but now I know he was inferring that I was a "taker". That is an absolutely true statement. My uncle is far wiser than I even dared to believe at first. Now I'm not exactly sure of what I am, but having a role to play, duties to perform, an assigned place, prevents me from focusing on what an awful person I was. I don't think if I will ever be able to say that God is behind this, but for now it helps to believe it."

As quickly as the mood for conversation had arrived, it fled. On the blanket upon its soft moss floor, Master David had Robin stretch out. While she relaxed, he kissed her all over and plunged his tongue into her secret place. Robin, always eager to receive cunnilingus felt just like an icicle melting in the sun as Master David, gently at first and then more forcefully, eased every tension from her body. Robin gasped both "Master" and "Simon" in her euphoria. The mention of her husband's name did not seem to bother master David as he silently gestured for Robin to assume a new position.

In a nonce, Robin found herself on all fours, gazing at the beautiful landscape while Master David mounted her from behind. "Like a stag and a doe," thought Robin at first before decided rather, that she was a nymph and he was a satyr. Before coming to live with the Master, Robin had not utilized this position much. Simon got it on special occasions, grudgingly. Now she savored the closeness and intimacy of the position. There were so many things Robin had not allowed herself to enjoy, simply because she believed they were wrong. This doggie style position for example. During her first week of slavery, her Master had presented her with a Bible and challenged her to find an injunction against the position in its pages. It was around this time that Robin discovered that her Master had a fuller and more thorough understanding of scripture than she did herself. That an Atheist could cite chapter and verse better than she could was, at first, beyond her comprehension. Robin was shamed and humbled. From that day on her objections to new and sometimes arduous forms of intercourse became weaker and weaker. "How can he know so much about God, yet still reject him?" Robin had asked herself before turning it around and asking herself, "How can I claim to know so much about God but be so ignorant?" All these months later she was no closer to an answer. It was a still bitter lesson. Robin knew that she could not hope to resolve it here and now, so she focused upon the present.

Master David's cock entered her and one of his firm strong arms circled her waist. Robin adjusted herself to take in all of him. The warmth of his free hand as it stroked her body and the times when his entire form brushed against and nuzzled her were a goodness to be savored. He praised her greatly whenever his lips came within whispering distance of her ear. He was so big and strong that he could have easily crushed her, but Robin trusted him. The birds were singing as were small insects. Naked save her collar, Robin had never made love out of doors before. The freedom and simplicity of it was as old as mankind. "No ceiling under which to hide from God, naked as Eve. Whatever secrets I thought I had, God surely knows them now." with something akin to amusement, Robin pushed the thought away before gasping with joy of a deep and powerful orgasm.

Wearing just her flannel shirt and Master David his boxers they set upon the lunch the latter had prepared. For Robin, the meal, finger sandwiches, two salads, coffee, yogurt, and some incredibly tasty store bought cinnamon rolls was especially delicious. As she ate her eyes never left Master David. He was so handsome, his unique coloring both beguiling and reminding Robin of other men. In high school and college, before she had met Simon, Robin had been asked out on dates by several black and biracial men. Robin had turned them down without a second thought. Now she recalled one man in particular. He was a perfectly desirable man, good prospects, very handsome, extremely gallant, all in all a wonderful catch. Robin felt huge embarrassment at her refusal now. "Perhaps it would not have gone beyond a single date, but that man deserved more of my time than I gave him" she thought bitterly. This day had been eye-opening in ways both pleasant and disheartening. 

Robin noted how expertly Master David had been packed to lunch take up as little space as possible. There were also some power bars and bottled drinks for the return hike. In the pack were towelettes and towels and a surprisingly large set of bluetooth speakers through which Master David played some romantic music from his iPhone. "I love the sounds of nature," he told her, "I also love music, I never know which I will prefer at any given time."

"The lunch is delicious, Master David." stated Robin with a smile. 

"Thank you, slave Robin, I enjoyed preparing it. I must say that you have been a thoroughly delightful companion today. Geoff is quite fortunate to be able to spend every day with you. I really must compliment him, only a very talented Master could take on a project like you, Robin, and have her turn out as well behaved and happy as you seem to be. I'm sure it helped enormously that your personality was so sweet to begin with."

"That is kind of you to say, Master David, but I don't think much of the woman I was. I was arrogant, selfish, and nowhere near as devout as I thought myself. As hard as it may be to believe, I am trying to seek and understand the will of God in all of this. My Master is a good teacher. He is patient, gentle and rarely gets angry. I think if I had been entrusted to a lesser man, even now I would be spending every night in the cage and every afternoon over his knee,"




Robin's Quest Ch. 04



"In other words," replied master David with a chuckle, "He is very good at what he does."

Robin's mouth fell open and her entire body flushed with embarrassment, causing Master David to roar with laughter.

"No shame in being obedient, open and willing to tackle challenges, Robin. Those are good qualities for ANYONE in ANY walk of life." After a moment for those words to sink in, he said, "Well, I've had your mouth and your pussy, It's time for me to take your asshole. Have no fear I will be very gentle."

Robin was surprised that she was full of anticipation at Master David taking her that way. Anal sex had been the hardest thing to resolve herself to. She had heard lots of imprecations against it from the pulpit many times. Her most severe punishments since entering slavery had been caused by her refusals to cede her rear entry. However, much to Robin's astonishment, once she finally submitted, her pleasure was profound. Her own master had gone progressed slowly and gently. It was while under his tutelage in learning anal, that Robin realized just how patient and giving was Master Geoff. 

By now she was so accustomed to this form of love that it was almost second nature. One of the first things she hoped to do when reunited with Simon was to present him her asshole. Simon had once confided that he would like to experiment that way. At the time, Robin had called him a "pervert." "There is so much I need to apologize to Simon for when I see him again." she thought Robin was also quite positive than once she returned to her old life that she and Simon were going shopping for another church. She knew that if she were In her old pulpit and the pastor railed against "the evils of sodomy" again she would burst into laughter.

Robin took up her position and had no trouble relaxing as Master David gently lubricated her asshole. Robin's had a transitory pang of regret that the second man to take her that way would not be her husband, but she pushed that dream away. She knew that once she had agreed to be shared everything was on the table. As Robin focused on the here and now she felt Master David's maleness fill her. It was every bit as nice as when her own master taken, if anything it was a bit sweeter. As Master David began pumping in a slow, yet steady rhythm, Robin had a bit of an epiphany, "Is it more enjoyable this time because I like Master David more than my own Master?" Suddenly Robin thought it a good idea that he would be leaving when the weekend terminated. "While I could NEVER fall in love Master Geoff, can I say the same about Master David?" Robin decided to force that thought as far away from her as possible and just focus on the pleasure she was receiving. It was her best session of anal ever, one she knew would be forever etched in her mind like a flash of neon. 

Once they were finished, Master David stated "Robin, help me clean up then it is time to get dressed and head back to the car, it will be dark before too much longer."

For Robin, the walk back to the car was just as enchanting as the hike to their remote location had been. Robin reflected that, since accepting the collar of slavery, this had had been the most normal day she had spent, even including the sexual encounters. Deep within herself, Robin was willing to admit that, despite her dangerous growing emotional attachment to the man, she would not object if her time with Master David were somehow to be extended. 

Robin's mood remained contemplative. She did little talking, content to remain in her mellow mood. On the way back to her Master's house, Master David pulled to a stop at a small diner. "The food is mediocre at this place but they have a jukebox. I want to dance for a few hours, Claire and Geoff will find plenty to keep themselves amused. You do know how to dance, don't you?" 

Robin and Simon had often gone dancing. Their church hosted square dances and line dances but Robin and Simon had tried their hand at ballroom and modern dancing. Robin had been able to indulge in somewhat revealing costumes and felt supremely feminine after a night on the floor with Simon. Some of their best sex of her marriage had come after a night on the town. Robin was finally able to admit to herself now that part of the excitement of those nights had been the appreciative stares of men who were not her husband. The old Robin had wanted to reveal even more skin but denied that attire to herself because she had considered it sinful to flaunt her body and cause other men to stumble. Certainly, however, a skimpier dress would have pleased her husband and been more convenient for dancing. Now that she had been essentially naked for months on end, she realized that if men had a problem with her body it was THEIR problem, not hers! There had been this filmy satiny dress that Simon just adored. He had told her a fantasy of taking her dancing in that dress with Robin leaving her panties at home. "The very idea of you naked under that dress makes me so horny, Honey!" And then Simon flashed his most wicked and sexy smile. They had shared a laugh, but Robin had refused to buy the dress. 

The inside of the Diner was surprisingly well lit. Big band music was blaring from one corner where a small knot of dancers were gyrating on the smallish dance floor. A few moments after finding a seat and absorbing the atmosphere of the place, Master David took robins hand and led her to the collection of dancers. The young wife had nearly forgotten how much she enjoyed dancing. Her mind had been focused on other things for so long that the elation an evening of dancing had vanished to distant corners of her mind. In a flash it was back. Master David, like seemingly everything else he did, turned out to be a first-rate dancer. Robin missed having Simon as a partner, but her temporary Master made a very good substitute. Since her boots made her a bit awkward, Robin danced in her socks.

After the fourth dance, a very handsome African American man asked to cut in. Master David nodded his approval and accepted a dance from of his own from the man's petite, blonde partner. This man was the equal of Master David in dance abilities and her own skills neatly balanced his. When they finished they exited the floor to a nice round of applause. She sat with the man, whose name was Darius, to catch her breath. Master David and Darius's partner took another turn on the floor. Conversation came easily.

"You are really beautiful, Robin" stated Darius.

"Thank you, Darius, you are quite handsome yourself."

"I've not seen you here before."

" That's because this is my first visit. I live quite a distance away from here. I'm staying with a friend."

Darius gestured to Master David.

"No, he's a friend of my friend."

"That collar..."

"Can we talk about something ELSE, Darius?"

Robin was rescued from potential embarrassment when Master David arrived and escorted her to their table to order. Master David wore a broad smile as he slid into the booth.

"You should have heard what the other guys here said to me in the men's room. I'm the envy of many of them. It is really a shame, Robin that you have no appreciation of just how beautiful you truly are. When I get you home..."

Robin emitted a rich, throaty laugh of anticipation.

"I see that we are on the same page, Mrs. Hanson."

Robin instantly flushed pink with embarrassment at Master David's words.

"Do not be ashamed, Robin you are still Simon's wife but now you are so much more. Little events like this help bring down that wall about your soul that yo have spent years building., yet your essence remains the same. You were ALWAYS a beautiful woman but now you have an aura you previously lacked. Simon is going to be awed when he sees you again. When you enter a room, every eye will turn and every jaw will drop. Master Geoff and me excel at our passion, polishing and refining gems until they glimmer like the sun. Our collars are the means we use to break the gem away from the rock and dross. We turn princesses into queens." 

"I never looked at it that way." replied Robin after a moment of deep contemplation.

"Not all Masters as skilled a Geoff and myself but all strive for the same goal.".

"Is that really true Master David?"

"Absolutely."

Suddenly the prospect of being shared again seemed a far less daunting task.



Robin's Quest



Robin eyed her uncle with tears of emotion in her eyes, "That was beautiful, Uncle Mark. While I am sure that there will be awful days ahead for both me and Simon, we will both prove to you that there ARE such people in the world. I am also sure that this year will change all of us, do not be disappointed, uncle if Simon and I return to this office in a year's time even more on fire for our savior than we are already."

"That will not disappoint me, Robin." replied her uncle, " I also ask that you and Simon not be too disappointed if you come back to this office, profoundly changed in ways that you currently can not anticipate." 

With that Robin, Simon, and Uncle Mark exchanged nods and the businessman indicated that the proceeding were to continue.

Uncle Mark's secretary stepped into the hall and returned with a very tall, very beautiful brown haired woman. Robin began to have pangs of doubt as she witnessed the woman confidently stride into the room. A look that Robin did not like crossed Simon's face as the Amazonian woman gazed at him. Without saying a word, she directed Simon to stand up and led him from the room. That he had forgotten to kiss her goodbye, only struck Robin after the door had closed behind her husband. For the first time, Robin began to suspect that her assignment would be far more difficult than she imagined.

After an interval, Robin's guardian was ushered into the room. Whatever Robin had expected, this man was not it. Far from the bald, hulking bruiser that Robin feared, this man was taller than Simon and far bulk, the bulk was clearly not fat. He carried himself with a regal, almost military mien. His thick blond hair owned a natural wave and his eyes were the bluest Robin had ever encountered.

"You must be Robin. I have already been appraised of the situation. Rise and follow me."

Robin felt a titanic lump in her throat as she took the man's proffered hand, She was well aware of the weakness in her knees as she stood up. Once outside of Uncle Mark's office, Robin realized that there was not trace of Simon and the woman who had claimed him. Her guardian began speaking once more and Robin noticed the full, rich timbre of his voice for the first time.

"I know that ALL of this is very new to you. As we progress I will explain some and only some of the rules to you. I have been led to understand that you are a very intelligent woman, therefore I expect you to learn on your own or with minimal instruction. Our first destination will be my home where you will be processed. Once we reach my car, I will blindfold you so that you have no idea of the destination. I will go gently with you at first IF you are suitably obedient and submissive." 

"What is your name?" asked Robin.

"I am simply called 'Master' or 'Sir' and you best never forget it."

When Robin took the man's hand a second time, a great sense of authority and power seemed to emanate from him. Robin had a thousand questions but silence seemed prudent. He led her to a very expensive automobile in the parking lot as twilight began to fall. The sound of her seatbelt clicking sounded like a note of finality. With surprising gentility the "Master" fastened a silk blindfold securely over Robin's eyes. The motor of the car sounded just as powerful as its chassis had appeared. Robin's heart began to tumble to someplace between her stomach and bowels as the car pulled out of its parking spot.

Robin scarcely noticed the length of the drive. Her mind was too full of worry and questions. She and Simon had done as much homework as they could. At first Robin had been disgusted by what she read on the websites Simon found but after the initial shock and embarrassment, Robin became an avid reader. In her mind a "total power exchange" with her enslaver would not be dramatically different from her total submission to the Lord. Obviously her "Master" would never replace Jesus or Simon in her heart, but Robin understood that he expected a great deal. Her skin became clammy when she realized that very soon after the car reached its destination, Robin would be stark naked in front of this strange man. Simon had been the only man who had ever been granted that privilege. Now that she had a face in place of the shambling nightmare of imagination, the task seemed a bit less intimidating. "What does a slave own?" she asked herself for the thousandth time. "Not her clothes, Not her articles, not even her own skin and hair. What she DID own was her soul." and Robin felt sure that Jesus would protect her's against any mere mortal's. 

Lost in thought, Robin, at first, did not notice, that the car had ceased moving and the engine had fallen silent. Robin felt her enslaver fondle her left leg through her skirt before he began to speak. His voice seemed preternaturally loud even though he was using a calm, even voice. 

"Robin. I am going to lead you to my playroom now. When we get there I am going to ask you to remove all of your clothes. Eventually I will dress you in finery but at present you will have no need of any covering. My house is comfortable and climate controlled. Are my instructions clear?"

Robin swallowed hard and replied, far less forcefully than she had intended, "Yes, Sir."

Robin heard her heels first on concrete and then on carpet, and then on tile. She deduced that she had been led from the garage to the house proper. Icy fingers crept up Robin's spine with every subsequent step. At last the frightening trek ended and Robin heard a door bolt behind her. With a dramatic flair her Master removed Robin's blindfold.

For several moments, Robin could see nothing as her eyes adjusted to the light. When she was able to focus again she found herself in a stark white room. There were chains and fetters fastened to one wall. Another wall was lined with intimidating looking, shiny pointy things. The light was quite intense.

The Master had observed Robin's apprehension as she drank in her surroundings. In a calming voice he stated. "If you are obedient you will never learn the purpose of any of these implements. With any luck you will never be asked to report to this room for discipline. For the next year you are my slave, so long as you remember your place and ALWAYS put my needs first, second, and last in you mind, we will get along famously. I care not who you were, I care not who you are, my focus is solely upon making you the best submissive slave you are capable of being."

Robin tried to slow her panicked breathing. Never had she met a man with as much self confidence and directness as the man sharing the room with her. This man was more sure than Simon and far more manly. Neither did he seem like a lecherous pervert, It seemed wrong somehow for a man to be this comfortable in his own skin. For a brief moment Robin wished that her "guardian" was the shambling nightmare of her worst fears, THAT man she was prepared for. This man was something else again. Instinctively, Robin knew that this man was far more dangerous, in many ways, than the brutish thug she expected. Robin's hand went to the panic button about her neck. She was about to depress the button but the mocking face of her uncle filled her mind. Would she give up so easily? After a painful moment of indecision, Robin withdrew her hand and tried, to the best of her ability, meeting the cool, collected gaze of her "Master."

The man continued, "Observe this table. In the shoe box you will place your footwear. In the large box you shall place your dress. In the smaller box you will place your intimates. In the black lacquer box you shall place your jewelry and any other remaining articles. You may keep your panic button for now. However, I am sure that, on a day not too far off, you will willingly surrender that as well." after a pause while the man stared fixedly, almost hypnotically, into Robin's luminous green eyes, he ended with a simple, "Begin now." 

For an agonizing moment, Robin froze like a deer in the spotlight of nocturnal poachers. The direct nature of the request was disarming. He spoke to her, thought Robin, "As though he were instructing a waitress as to how to lay out the silverware." Robin's fingers encircled the panic button once more before she forced herself to obey. Removing first the left shoe and then the right, she placed them in the clear shoe box and closed its lid.

Robin knew better than to expect privacy, still the presence of a man who was not her husband as she stripped was almost overwhelming. Robin bit her lower lip and worked the pantyhose off from around her enticing butt and narrow waist and down her long fine legs. They went into the smaller box. Robin gazed up at her Master. His face was an implacable mask. Robin knew full well that this first unveiling was designed to humiliate. "I am NOT a marshmallow!" stated Robin forcefully to herself as she reached behind her back and unfastened the catch to her dress.

The store bought dress gaped at the back as Robin tugged it off her slim frame. With as much dignity as she could muster, she folded the garment and placed in the larger box. Her master watched enthralled as Robin's intoxicating form appeared under the intense lighting. The body on display clad in just panties and brassier was in excellent shape. Robin's pale skin was unmarred by tattoos or obvious scars. The woman was finely muscled with a most enchanting, taut tummy and darling navel. Her legs were works of art. The Master could tell that Robin's breasts would not sag once she removed her bra. The modestly cut white panties were thin enough, that he could discern the outline of her pubic hair. It was obvious that this woman had never so much as trimmed her bush. 

Unsure of how to proceed next, Robin gazed at the floor. After a moment of praying for strength, she unfastened her brassier and loosed her fabulous tits. The Master's eyes drank in the exposed flesh hungrily, these were perhaps the finest breasts he had even encountered. Robin placed the garment in the intimates box. Believing that her heart would stop beating at any moment, Robin swallowed a lump in her throat the size of a grapefruit and sought the top of her panties with trembling, sweaty fingers. Exposing her sacred grounds took all of Robin's resolve.

The Master watched mesmerized as the thick thatch of strawberry blonde fur was exposed millimeter by millimeter. His young charge had no idea how much more enticing such a slow reveal was over a simple humble and rapid strip. The Master thought it a shame that such a beautiful woman was so embarrassed in exposing her considerable assets. He recalled the words of the dossier, drawn up by Uncle Mark's private investigator. "Apparently she truly IS this inexperienced and naive." he thought to himself. The Master thanked the powers that be that such a fresh and beautiful gift had been granted him. Then the Master mused, "I wonder if the god that sent her to me is the same god as the one she spent every Sunday worshiping? Logically, that would appear so!" The Master suppressed an amused laugh at that thought and concentrated on maintaining his poker face. 

Robin clutched the panties that she had finally removed for quite an interval of time. It was casting aside the last of her identity as a free woman. Finally, the last article of apparel was in the box with the rest of her intimates. With powerful dread Robin realized that all she had left was hr panic button and her jewelery. Her watch, crucifix and four earring made their way with agonizing slowness into the lacquered box. Robin was down to just her wedding and engagement rings. She shot a questing look at her Master. 

"You may keep, your panic button and NOTHING else. These articles will be returned to you when your year of service terminates. You are not my wife, you are my slave, your ring ringer belongs to me not to some other man, I decide if it is permitted any adornment. Now, stop wasting my time."

Robin began to weep as she twisted off her rings. This small act, so laden with symbolism hit her like a clout between the eyes. She saw her jewelery glittering in the ebon box, symbols of a life she was willingly walking away from. Robin tried to force her mind from focusing on anything except the happy faces that awaited her in the future. She saw herself helping unwed mothers and third world orphans. Even now she could see their smiles and hear their joyous laughter. "Keep you eyes upon the finish line." she told herself, not entirely convincingly. Robin shut the lid of the box and set it upon the table with the rest of her wordily possessions. For better or for worse, she was fully vulnerable to the Master's piercing gaze, and under his full legal authority.

"Very good, Robin. By the way I am granting you the rare privilege of retaining your name. Almost invariably a slave loses their name along with their clothes." After a beat for Robin to absorb his words he beckoned her to one corner of the stark white room. "Be a good girl, and step up on this scale. I am going to ascertain your weight, height, and measurements, then you pose for some pretty pictures and then it will be time for your bath and your final processing."

"Pictures?"

"Of course silly, all slaves are registered. Just like your driver's license, a photograph is essential to identification."

Robin wanted to object but knew that it would be pointless. She bit her tongue and strode over to the scale. Her Master's manner reminded Robin of a doctor. The man was all business and extremely patient and gentle with Robin as he gathered the information he wanted. He did not even place his hands upon her body to obtain her measurements, he used some sort of laser device which transmitted sans wires to a laptop computer The Master put Robin at such a sense of ease that the appearance of his camera did not significantly alter her mood. The Master took about a dozen pictures from every angle and from various distances. Robin did her best to follow the instructions but she simply could not muster a smile as ordered. Like the other data, the pictures made their way into the laptop. Robin was chagrined but she knew full well that humiliation was to be expected. "I hope he destroys those pictures when my year is over." thought Robin to herself. Suddenly Robin wondered how long she had been with the Master. Not a single clock could she spy in the sterile white room. Robin felt a tiredness, no doubt it was from the stress of the day, but Robin also suspected that the hour of clock was very late. 

The Master took a long look at his newest charge. Slaves this beautiful were as rare as hen's teeth. He spied the tangle of strawberry down at the juncture of Robin's legs. It seemed almost a shame to have to remove it, but experience had taught him that giving slaves too much liberty or allowing them to retain too much of their identities as free people was counter productive, doing neither the Master nor the slave any favors. He allowed Robin to collect herself before led her out of the playroom and across the hall to his lavishly appointed bathroom.

"I realize that you are probably hungry. We will dine after we finish the last bit of processing. I assume that you like you baths hot, not quite scalding?" He reached for the spigots of the huge tub.

"Maybe not THAT hot," replied Robin. Her eyes were fixed upon her guardian as he unbuttoned and removed his expensive tailored shirt. Robin had never seen so many muscles in one place. Robin had seen fit men before. At the beach, her eye sometimes lingered on well built men a bit longer than was proper for a woman as recently married as herself. Not that Simon was unattractive, far from it. But her husband Simon was tall and spindly, he was in good shape, but when he took his shirt off at the beach, only Robin seemed to notice or care. The man known as the Master however seemed to have stepped right out of certain erotic dreams that a young happily married Christian wife simply should not be having. She tried to focus on anything else in the room, the steam rising from the taps, the play of the water against the walls of the tub, but she kept focusing on the Master's impressive abdominal muscles.

A little voice inside her head was yelling quite loudly that NOW was the time to press the panic button, but for some reason, Robin acted as though she did not hear her own internal plaintive warning,

Robin's attempts to hide her ogling, did not go unnoticed by the Master. Ever since he had met her in Mark Higgin's office, he had sought an inroad into her psyche. Even a nearly invisible crack in her facade would allow him to gently force his way in to then blow out the doors and windows. Every woman had her weakness, and the Master was an expert at finding and exploiting them all. Robin came from a more sheltered world than most but she had the same failings and lusts all of humanity possessed. The way she tried to hide her interest in his physique, told the Master many things. He now knew, for example, that despite her apparently happy marriage, her husband lacked certain qualities that Robin desired. She was a woman awed by physical strength. No doubt, the Master realized, there were nights when her husband had made love to her when she secretly desired that he was some Hollywood strongman, these thoughts may have come within seconds of orgasm, making her feel guilty and slutty. She was, no doubt, recalling such times right now. The Master gazed at Robin as he placed his shirt upon a counter. Her eyes darted from his and she visibly flushed. The Master seemed to know Robin's mind better than she did. Right now, he realized, Robin's mind was creating rationalizations for her wants. "She will see slavery to me as an excuse to indulge in one of her prime desires, but her mind will find any justification such as being an obedient Christian with no other option. And she will believe her own lies, at least for a while."

The Master smiled warmly at Robin and said, "Why don't you test the water? As of now I am responsible for bathing you. Sometimes we will bathe together. Sometimes you will bathe me but ALWAYS I will bathe you."

"Understood." replied Robin glumly as she tested the water with her big toe. The water was just how she liked it so she plunged in, reveling in the heat of the water on her pale skin. 

The Master pushed a button on the wall and light classical music began playing, the lighting also shifted, becoming subtly more romantic. He produced a bath pillow for Robin to rest her head on and plunged the washcloth into the water. 

The Master felt Robin's muscles tense one he made skin to skin contact. A little tremor coursed through her body before she relaxed. The Master realized that Robin's tremor was more than simple fear or nerves, he could not help smiling. Gently he lathered the beautiful young woman, savoring the feel of her supple flesh.

"He's not an ogre, he's a gentleman." thought an amazed Robin as she sat in the tub. "Why would a gentleman seek to dominate and control? Does he have mother issues? Does he secretly fear women?"

As soon as Robin had conceived those thoughts she dismissed them. "This is a man who is very difficult to figure out. Perhaps he will be open to the message of the Gospel?"

At that moment, Robin's mind froze. The Master was gently washing her privates! Robin knew that she should force her thighs together to force out the Master's hand and its unwanted attentions, but, for some reason, she subtly widened the part between her legs. Robin felt first one and then a second and third finger enter her. The words of protest formed in her mind but never made their way to her mouth. Instead she found her attention focused upon the huge bicep and other arm muscles of her enslaver as his fingers continued their invasion. "What is wrong with me?" She thought abstractly "Is he some devil?" Robin's eyes met The Master's, his smile was incandescent. 




Robin's Quest



"You're no devil" yelled Robin, "You're something WORSE!" as she forcefully closed her thighs, driving out the invading appendage.

The Master chuckled heartily and replied, "Guilty as charged. What is the matter, Robin? Afraid of enjoying yourself?"

"Can I get out of the tub now "Master"?". Robin pronounced the word master with exceeding venom and sarcasm, neither of which had the slightest impact upon the Master.

"Your bath is not over yet. I have to wash your hair and other things." 

Robin made a sound like a small animal caught in a trap but made no other protest. She was angry. Dejectedly she realized that she was angrier at herself than the man bathing her. She was angry with herself precisely because she HAD been enjoying the attentions of this very strong and very handsome man. "I am a dutiful Christian wife. I MUST abhor the touch of any other man." she told herself repeatedly like a mantra as the Master saw to the washing of her back, breasts, and hair. After several minuets of repeating her mantra, Robin was disgusted that the Master's touch still felt very very good. "This is meant to humiliate me, debase me, shame me, WHY is it not doing that?" she asked God in silence. Not one thing had gone as she had expected this day. 

At last the Master pulled the plug on the drain. He had Robin stand and temporarily wrapped her in a thick cotton towel. 

"You should take the opportunity to relieve yourself now. Then I will dry your hair and we will head to my bedroom for the final bit of processing, then we can sit down to dinner and talk like civilized people. I had a gourmet meal delivered earlier, it won't take more than a few minutes to warm up. Of course starting tomorrow you will be responsible for preparing my meals, cleaning my house, dressing me and catering to my whims. Those necessities of your new life will be either rewarding and fulfilling for you or the epitome of drudgery. Whichever it turns out to be will be the result or YOUR mental outlook and YOUR'S ALONE!" 

That the Master did not give Robin privacy to conduct her bodily functions, should not have come as a surprise, yet it did. Not even Simon was present when she "tinkled" or "pooped." Even though Robin really had to go, it took her body an inordinate amount of time to al last rid itself of urine. Robin felt her most profound humiliation of the day when the Master insisted on wiping her when she was finished.

"Privacy is the domain of the free woman, which you are not. Have no fear, this WILL get easier as time passes. One of the first things you must understand is that your time is NOT your own. Every second, every minute, every hour of the day belongs to me. It is my responsibility to keep your mind and body occupied. There will be moments of quiet refection but those will be a rare luxury. Do you understand?"

Robin nodded her head and replied "Yes, Sir."

She sat in silence as the Master dried her hair and fashioned it into two absolutely adorable braids. Wordlessly the Master steered Robin through a door in the bathroom and into his bedroom. The decor impressed Robin. The furniture was 1950's modern, all chrome and stylish lines. A vintage Radio from the same era sat atop a period table. Beautiful oak bookcases lined the walls. All of the books seemed to be hardbacks with one section set aside for what appeared to be very old or rare books. "First editions." thought Robin. The rug was thick white shag, the far wall contained a lovely fireplace and a large, comfortable seeming, easy chair under a period lamp. Then Robin spied the bed.

It was huge, big enough for several people, and round. The bedding was silk and the covers fine linen. The bed looked amazingly comfortable. Robin needed no threats of punishment to obey the Master when he invited her to lie down upon it. Once supine, she noted the mirrored ceiling in this part of the room. She stared for a long time at her own visage. The bed was every bit as comfortable as it looked. The Master let Robin drink everything in for a long while before he spoke.

"Now comes a grounds keeping issue, Robin. I don't know how thoroughly you have studied and prepared for your role, but there are two outward symbols of obedience. Slaves may not retain any hair below their necks, two, all slaves are collared. Even in Biblical times, slaves wore outward symbols of their service. In a few moments I am going to remove your pubic hair, lovely as it is, and then you will take my collar. Your collar bears the number under which you are registered and designates me as your owner. These things WILL happen to you. You can either accept them or you can fight me. If you fight me you will lose. If you fight me you will be punished. Depending upon your intransigence that punishment can vary from a relatively benign swatting of the buttocks to several days of prolonged, intense pain. And in the end you will be hairless and collared anyway. Now, which course will you set for yourself Robin, Rebellion or cooperation?"  

Robin looked intently at her reflection. She knew that this was the point, beyond which, there was no turning back.. Her right hand stroked her sacred grounds. Simon had asked if he could shave her once. Robin had gotten very angry and asked Simon where he had gotten such an idea. That was the night her husband confessed that he sometimes surfed pornographic sites on the internet. After his tearful confession, Simon had repented and never asked Robin for anything the least bit kinky. Now a stranger was going to shave her and Robin had a pang of regret as she realized, "Yes it is a woman's glory, but it is also such a small thing. It would have grown back. It could have remained a secret between Simon and myself. What was the harm really? Was it worth shaming my husband over?" As for the collar, the Master had spoken the truth, in biblical times slaves wore piercings and other outward symbols of their status, Was she any better than those slaves of ancient days? "Embrace the humiliation with your eyes upon the prize that awaits you." Robin thought as she envisioned homeless people with new shoes and third world children getting life saving medical treatment with Uncle Mark's money.

Robin turned from her reflection, met the serious countenance of the Master and replied softly, "I won't fight you, Master."

A few moments later, Robin peered intently into the reflective ceiling as she watched the Master denude her loins. He had stepped into the bathroom and returned with a small basin of warm water. With a gentility that was surprising in such a large man, he lightly moistened, Robin's feminine fur shroud with a washcloth. From the dresser he removed a portable trimmer equipped with a collection bag. Very slowly and very deliberately, working from the top down, the Master worked his way through the thick tangle of Strawberry Blonde thatch. Robin stared fascinated as her secret place was exposed. The trimmer left a clear cut forest in its wake. It reminded Robin of the crew cuts a male friend of hers used to sport each summer. The mellow buzzing of the trimmer ceased and The Master set it aside. He hefted a can of shaving cream and delicately applied a carpet of white foam to Robin's Mons.

As he picked up the razor and dunked the head of the implement into the basin of warm water he caught Robin's gaze and said, "Relax, I am an old hand st this, I have never so much as nicked a customer." 

Robin was aware of a warmness which could not be explained by the vibrating action of the trimmer or the gentle stroke of the razor or the hands of the huge handsome man at work removing the stubble. Robin had felt that same warmness, when... Suddenly she flushed with embarrassment. The idea that she was excited by this perversion! It was preposterous! Still the sensation remained and even intensified when the Master's finger's gently parted the lips of her sex as his nimble and sensitive fingers strove to remove every last strand of hair. And then Robin was gazing up at her naked sex. It was a view she had not had in a very long time. It was like seeing a forgotten landscape after many years away from home. The Master wiped away the last speck of shaving cream and Robin's most intimate place glistened under the soft lighting of the bed room. 

Robin was about to rub her hands over the newly exposed territory but the Master clasped them in his own. Without any preamble at all, he shifted his body so tat his mouth was just inches above Robin's pussy. The sensation of his talented tongue upon her most intimate place was a revelation. Oral sex had always been her favorite thing, though truth be told, Robin far preferred receiving to giving. Simon had been diligent and usually succeeded in getting her off but the Master! After an interval of bliss that Robin had not believed possible, she felt the familiar stirring of her loins. The Master seemed to know every atom of her sensual anatomy. Despite herself, Robin began breathing heavily and then screaming, demanding that the Master give her "MORE!" The subsequent orgasm was the without question the very best of her young life. She seemed to fade away as the Master set up, his smile a mile wide. 

Almost as soon as her ecstasy had passed, Robin had profound regrets. That she had allowed a complete stranger, a man whose name she did not even know, to give her pleasure and for her to enjoy it so must mean that she in a horrid sinful person, a wanton, a tramp! But. try as she might, Robin could not convince herself that what had just transpired was foul and sinful. She knew that she SHOULD feel as if it were and was supremely puzzled as to why her emotions did not match her morals. 

"That's more like it!" enthused the Master. "You will take to the collar well."

He rose from the bed and retrieved something from a drawer. Robin's eyes widened at the ring of leather and chrome. It was not unattractive, but to Robin's eyes it seemed quite thick and heavy. 

"Let's try this on for size. You will have to take off your panic button for a moment while I fit this about your neck. It is quite light I assure you."

Robin removed her panic button. "Will I EVER use this?" she thought to herself. And then she thought of Simon. "I hope that that woman is not like the Master." Robin realized that she probably was. Thinking the woman who had spirited Simon away was far more attractive than herself, Robin thought glumly "What if after a year he wants to stay with her? If she is as talented as the Master, why would Simon even want me back?" Robin had just decided that what she needed was a good therapeutic cry when she heard and felt the lock to the collar click closed.

It was not especially heavy, but as Robin tugged on it and experimented moving around in it, she realized that the collar would take some time to get used to. She slid her panic button lanyard back over her head. It did not interfere with the collar at all. Her mind a mass of confounding confusion of emotions and thoughts, Robin sat for a long time contemplating her image and the collar about her neck. She wondered where life with the Master would lead her Already she was seeing her uncle's challenge in a new light. After a long moment Robin gazed up at the master as asked, in all humility and honesty. 

"Who will I be when this year is over, Sir?"

The Master placed his hand atop of Robin's, showed compassion and concern on his handsome face and replied with equal sincerity.

"I don't know, Robin, but it sure will be awfully fun discovering her along the way, won't it?" 

For the first time in the master's presence, Robin smiled and nearly laughed.

"I suppose that is the best answer I can expect." she stated.

With that the master rose from Robin's side, extended his his hand, and said, "Come, help me set out dinner. We have MANY things to talk about."