1 comments/ 47448 views/ 1 favorites Slave Sale By: Vixplora I'm shaking. Not from fear; I trust Master completely. It's the nerves that are making me tremble. I can hear muffled voices from the sitting room. I know one of those voices belongs to Master. The other is one of his friends, who agreed to participate in tonight's game. Master is laying down the rules before we begin. I already know, and Master and I have agreed that it will be more authentic if I don't know who he has asked until the game begins. It's slightly uncomfortable, kneeling on the hard floor. The leather cuffs upon my ankles, and the ones around my wrists, are stiff and new. The collar around my neck is more worn, the D loop at the front sporting a new, shiny tag with the inscription 'Slave 01'. My hands are held behind my back, a short chain linking the cuffs. The position forces my chest out, drawing attention to my breasts. My nipples are already hard, and fading red marks are present. I disobeyed Master earlier, and have been punished. I am lucky that Master has permitted the continuation of our special evening. I hear a creak from the floorboard on the other side of the door. I straighten my back, and lower my eyes, ready for everything to start. Master comes through the door first, turning on the light. My skin is bathed in its harsh glow, allowing nothing to be hidden. My prospective buyer murmurs his approval. Two more express their appreciation, and my gaze darts upwards, examining the new arrivals. Master hadn't mentioned more than one person! I'm relieved to find I know all my potential 'purchasers', but can't help throwing a dark glare in Master's direction. He just raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. I should have known he was up to something. He always is. I wish he'd warned me, at least. He knows how nervous I am about being unclothed around others. That's probably why he's done this. Master did say he intended to cure me of my body shyness. I'd thought he'd take it slowly though. Once it's clear that I'm alright with the situation, Master begins. "As you can see for yourselves, this is a fine specimen. It is very well-trained, if I do say so myself. Does anything it's told; very few problems with acknowledging authority." Master's really getting in to this. His friends are uncertain to begin with, but as the scene continues, they gain more confidence. They begin to ask questions, some which make me blush, for Master chooses to answer truthfully. "How well does it give head?" "Well enough, though its gag-reflex still causes trouble after extensive use." "Her holes are tight?" "Absolutely. A nice strong pressure, no matter your size, gentlemen." It goes on for a while, before one of the buyers finally asks to take a closer look at the merchandise. Master is only too happy to allow it, ordering me to stand and display. I rise to my feet, not as graceful as I ought to have, but only Master notices the slight error in my movement. The group closes in, touching, pinching, stroking. Suddenly there's a finger in my ass, and someone is pulling open my pussy, staring intently up into my wet cunt. My mouth is held open as they examine my teeth and throat. Master offers a clear dildo and a torch, so they may better examine my pussy. As it's inserted, my clit is pinched and rubbed furiously, drawing a moan out of me. The murmur of approval and appreciation from the trio as they stare only makes me wetter. Small tremors run through my body, and it's with reluctance that I return to my kneeling position as they turn away, beginning to question Master again. The dildo is left inside me. I grind my pussy against my legs in an attempt to ease some of my need, but the disapproving look from Master stops me. I settle as best I can, keenly aware of the cool air against my nipples, and the steady spread of lust within my cunt. I want to be fucked, to be used, again and again. Most importantly, I want to be permitted to cum. I'm lost in my thoughts, until the trio begin to haggle over my final price. The discussion moves away, back into the sitting room, and I'm left alone once more. I'm trembling with anticipation. Master never said how he wanted this night to finish, and I'm eager to discover how it will end. It seems I'm to be tormented though; it's a good hour before someone returns. It's Master, shaking his head and trying to wipe a smile off his face. There's a mischievous look in his eyes, and I watch him warily. He gathers up a small collection of toys, including the spreader bar with impaler attached. He leaves, returning a few minutes later, leash in hand. Kneeling, he clips the chain to my collar, tugging lightly to get me to stand. He leads me out, having me kneel before the trio. The toys are spread out upon the coffee table, along with a collection of pornographic dvds. On a second table, there are party foods set out, and a small cold box sits beside it, filled with various chilled drinks. There's even a bowl of punch. "As agreed," Master explains for my benefit, "although you cannot afford the permanent purchase of this slave, you may use it for tonight, under my supervision. It will provide domestic services only. The devices laid out before you may be used upon the slave at your discretion. Any further activities must be negotiated and paid for before they can commence." Master orders me to spread my legs, and secures the impaling spreader bar between them. He then turns to the trio, asking them the most important question of all. "Ass or cunt?" The decision is unanimous. Master guides the dildo into my asshole, making sure I'm kneeling as straight and tall as I can. As I tire, I will gradually impale myself, and every movement will remind me of its presence. It's going to be a long night. Movement with the spreader bar is awkward. The trio entertain themselves for a while, making me hobble around the room. Eventually tiring of the game, one of the guys indicates that he wants to experiment with the vibrating bullets scattered amongst the other toys. Master is only too happy to agree, and smirks at me as the trio discuss exactly what they want done. I can only hear pieces of their words, but it is enough to send shivers down my spine. Finally decided, they pass their orders on to Master, who picks up three of the ghastly things, passing the remotes out to the trio. He's deliberately selected models that work on different frequencies. The thought of those tiny little things buzzing against my overly-sensitive skin makes me tremble. I hate losing control of myself, and the bullets cause me to do so every time. One slides easily into my pussy; Master pushes it up further, his touch making me moan softly, he chuckles, commenting on it to the others, all of whom murmur words of appreciation and encouragement. He takes the other two, taping them over my nipples, and then steps back so that everyone can admire his handy-work. Soon enough, I'm squirming beneath the vibrations of all three bullets. Little whimpers and whines escape my lips as the vibration increases within my pussy; they grow to moans as the buzz against my tender nipples intensifies. All at once, it stops. They leave me there, panting. Master collects a serving tray, securing the straps attached to it around my shoulders and waist. A ball gag is slipped into my mouth; I nudge it with my tongue, testing its effectiveness. I hope I'll not be punished for drooling, seeing as I won't be able to help it. Gags are horridly restrictive in the amount of control they allow. It is their purpose, after all. Finally, Master positions me before the coffee table, nice and close to my 'purchasers'. A blindfold is placed over my eyes, thick and heavy against my skin. I'm not able to see anything beneath the leather. Master leans down, whispering in my ear. "If you spill anything, you know what the punishment will be." Actually, I have no idea. Master likes to change it around. He feels I won't get used to it that way and therefore make the punishment ineffective. Given that he's already dealt with my breasts today, it probably won't be directed towards that. Then again, perhaps it will. Master does enjoy doing the unexpected. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll be pleading for forgiveness before the end. I had better not spill anything. Master moves away, and I listen as he fiddles with the DVD player, and he asks his companions what they want to drink and eat. They all choose moderately light drinks, with minimal alcohol. It seems they want to remember this night. I like that. It makes me feel desirable; people want to remember me. They want to remember my reactions, my whimpers and moans. It really makes me feel better about myself. I'm shaken out of such thoughts as the load upon the tray increases; the drinks and snacks. I'm trembling lightly as the movie starts, and every sense is alert. Despite the television behind me, I know exactly when the gentlemen decide to unzip. I'm still surprised when the first stream of cum hits me. I flinch back from the hot spray as it lands on my cheek, the drinks sloshing. I still myself, expecting retribution for my error, but it doesn't come. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I feared; perhaps the drinks hadn't been spilt I thought as I could feel his cum slowly running down my cheek. It dripped from my jaw and landed on my breast. The rest of the night continues in this manner, the trio doing their best to make me flinch and squirm. I lose count of how many times I've spilt things, and my nerves are constantly on fire. I am so close to letting go, but I know I can't. I do not have my Master's permission. I am not allowed to cum. If I do so before instructed, the whole night is over. Master will put an end to it immediately. I don't want that. I'm enjoying it too much. The night's finale arrives. Master orders me to go clean up; I shall be servicing the lovely lady personally. It's hard not to lick my lips in anticipation. I've always wondered what it would be like to eat pussy. Normally, I don't think I could do it. Tonight, I'm so deeply entrenched within the desire to serve that the idea of refusing never crosses my mind. I'm eager to follow their orders, delighted to experience something that is so new to me. I am freed from my bonds, and it feels so strange; my ass must be gaping wide open, begging to be filled. Master gives me a light tap on the backside, hurrying me along. I don't get to taste her pussy until I've gotten all the cum off me. My reflection pulls me up short; cum is everywhere. My chest, belly and legs are covered in it. The bathroom light shows a shiny trail from where it has hit my shoulders and slid down my arms. My hair is plastered to my head, white clinging to the brown strands like some alien creature. I've never seen myself like this. I'm dazed, drifting in a haze of arousal and servitude. I take my time showering. I want to be clean for Master and his friends. The only scent I want to smell when I pleasure Miss is her own. With my hair still damp, I return to the lounge-room, kneeling before the assembled group. I'm ordered to lie down, and relax. Miss is very kind and gentle, talking to me as she settles above me, her delicious scent teasing me. She doesn't lower herself completely yet. She's taunting me, and softly tells me to taste it. I do as instructed, a chill running down my back as I savour the sweet taste. She shudders too; Miss is already struggling. She so desperately wants to use me, but she wants to instruct me in how to serve her properly too. The lesson is achingly slow. She teaches me to tease, and how to flick my tongue against her clit so that I draw a moan of longing from her lips. Sucking, licking, blowing ever so tauntingly; she takes it all. When she pulls away, I can't help but whimper. Miss is simply repositioning herself; with a few words to Master, I find out just how well an experienced lady can do. I'm moaning beneath her, writhing and begging for release. Miss looks up; Master must give a signal, because she lowers her head again, really working my pussy with her tongue. Her own cunt is pressed against my lips, and I suck eagerly as she grinds against my face. The desire builds, and as her pussy clenches, mine responds in kind. Miss and I cum together. She lies there, panting, for a few minutes. Gathering her strength, she picks herself up, one of the guys helping to steady her. She accepts a cloth to clean her face, and thanks Master. Her gaze drops to me briefly, her lips twitching. I wonder if she's resisting the desire to lick them. I know I certainly am. I want to enjoy the taste lingering on my lips. The boys share a similar expression of desire, nodding in agreement. They thank Master for an excellent night, and express their wishes to do this again soon. Master reassures them that it shall happen again, though perhaps not as soon as they would like. He wants to give me a chance to decide how I feel about this, first. I don't think there will be any trouble; I'm still aching with desire. I would have loved for this session to have continued until I was spent. I remain where I am, kneeling, as Master farewells our guests. The door closes, and Master returns, smirking. "Ten times, my pet." I know exactly what he's talking about. The tray, and the food and drinks. "I think... One hour for every time should do it. Come along, pet." I lick my lips and shiver, following Master into the bedroom. It would seem that my long night hasn't finished. In fact, it has only just begun. Slave Sasha Setting down her fork and delicately dabbing at her mouth with the linen napkin Sasha smiled at her date. Things weren't going all that well and she had decided to go to the washroom and made a call to a friend to arrange an "emergency". She was also going to have to eat some humble pie and after the meal she had just endured, sorry "shared" with her blind date she really wasn't sure she could fit it in. Her friend had asked if she wanted a "safe call" at a certain time but Sasha had laughed off the offer. Why would she need one of those she had asked. Her friend, a veteran of blind dates, had just shaken her head and told her to suit herself. The same friend Sasha was now about to call in order to escape from her date. Excusing herself, Sasha rose from her chair and smiled briefly before making her way through the dining area to the ladies room. She looked around as she walked, admiring the style of the restaurant, noting that there were bouquets of flowers adorning every table along with the candles designed to create an intimate atmosphere. Sasha walked between the tables reflecting that, as she heard the low hum of muted conversation and soft classical music, this was exactly the kind of restaurant she most enjoyed, yet this evening was not one she was enjoying. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with her date per se. It was just that Lewis wasn't Sasha's type. She had always gone for tall, dark haired, slim built men who were at ease in suits. Men who were suave and sophisticated. Men who flattered with fancy words. Men who knew about wine. Men who took care of their appearance and knew the difference between dry and combination skin. Metro sexual men in short. Lewis was handsome, in a rugged, outdoors way. He was tall, with short spiky blond hair and whilst he looked attractive in the dark suit he was wearing Sasha was certain it wasn't his usual day to day attire. The conversation had been interesting enough, as they talked about current affairs and his love of football and hers of all things celebrity. There had even been some light-hearted teasing as he accused her of being shallow when she became excited while telling him of her chance encounter with a B list actor and she had yawned teasingly as he outlined in great detail a play in the latest game. But this was going nowhere; Sasha knew that they didn't have enough in common to allow a relationship. And whilst she enjoyed dating she was now at a time in her life when she was looking for something more than occasional dates. Now, in the washroom, mirrors covering the wall in front of her, Sasha looked herself over critically. She wasn't a raving beauty, she knew that. But she had a sexuality that oozed out, no matter what she wore. And she had chosen this simple, bias cut dress purposely to emphasise her feminine shape. She had tried for years to tone it down. She recalled how when she was still in school, and had to read a poem in their family church, her mother had flushed with embarrassment when comments were made on Sasha's appearance and sexuality rather than her reading. She remembered how her mother had scolded her about how she stood, how she looked out from under her thick, black eyelashes in what her mother had described as a "coquettish" way. Sasha had been confused. She had been wearing her school uniform, and was the only girl she knew who didn't roll the waistband of the navy skirt up to shorten the skirt. She had worn the skirt at the regulation length, just below her knee, so that only a single inch of her legs were visible above the long grey socks. Her skirt had been topped with the plain white shirt and school tie that was mandated. She had even been wearing the royal blue cardigan over her shirt so she knew that there was nothing wrong with her dress. And as to looking out from under her eyelashes, she had been nervous at standing before everyone to read! But in response to her mother's continued pleas Sasha tried to tone down whatever it was everyone but she saw. She dressed in jeans and baggy sweaters for many years. She had watched longingly as her friends wore fashionable little skirts and tight fitting tops, but to placate her mother she had remained covered up. Little did she know that her natural movements, olive skin and curtain of glossy black hair caused more heads to turn, more eyes to rove and more minds to wonder exactly what was under those loose fitting clothes than any revealing outfit would have attracted. Sasha had matured earlier than most of her friends. She had achieved her full height of 5' 5" while in her early teens meaning she had at first towered over her schoolmates and then watched as they overtook her. She had also been teased by the boys in her class who found great pleasure in admiring her ripening breasts. To combat their interest, which grew in direct proportion to the size of her breasts, she had spent most of her days with her arms wrapped protectively around her chest and her hair hanging loose around her face in an attempt to hide. She had tried to melt into the background, but failed miserably despite her best efforts. That had been years before, now Sasha was 25 and lived in an apartment in the city, miles from her parents and her mother's concerned criticisms. She was no longer the shy girl she once had been and now, with her hard earned self confidence, Sasha dressed how she wanted. She no longer wore only black; instead she wore colours and styles to suit her sultry colouring and curvy figure. And when her parents visited, Sasha pulled out some of her dowdiest clothes and everyone was happy. Sasha pulled her cute pink cell phone from her tiny beaded purse and hit speed dial. As she listened to the purring of the ringtone she looked back to the mirrors. She saw a pretty girl, 5' 5", with long black hair and deep brown eyes. Her eyelashes were long and luxurious. As she listened to the soft purring in her ear she smiled as she recalled how a poetic date had once referred to them as "the wings of butterflies". Becoming more impatient with ring Sasha tilted her head to hold the phone in place as she took a tube of lip gloss from her purse and smeared the shiny goo over her full lips. She pouted at her reflection, she hated her nose. A cute, button nose her mother had called it, but Sasha hated it. It had always been one of the reasons Sasha was mistaken for years younger than her actual age. And that had been another problem for her growing up. When she had become twenty one she had wanted to go out with her friends to celebrate. The group of friends had chosen a club and had spent several enjoyable hours styling their hair and applying their makeup before putting on dresses chosen to attract male admiration. They had giggled and chattered their way through a bottle of champagne before clambering into their taxi. The admiring glances from the driver during their journey causing more giggles and posing. They had arrived at the club and one by one Sasha's friends had paid their entrance fee and sashayed past the leering doormen. Until Sasha. One of the doormen had stepped in front of her and demanded proof of age. She had been so embarrassed, her friends teasing her, causing her olive skin to flush. Even the overheard compliments from the doormen as they had finally allowed her to pass had not soothed her blushes. It had been a night to remember though, and Sasha smiled now as she recalled how they had laughed and danced the night away. Each one of them never sitting and never dancing with the same partner twice. The click of the phone as her friend's voice mail kicked in brought Sasha back to the present. Back to her current dilemma. She sighed as she listened to the message telling her that Tanya was "too busy having fun to talk right now", looking up to smile unseeingly to the woman who was entering the room. She listened to the beeps, and then left a brief message asking Tanya to call her urgently, that she needed an excuse to leave and that if she ever heard Sasha mention the words "blind" and "date" together in the same sentence again, she was to immediately beat her over the head with the nearest blunt object. Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she steeled herself to return to the table. Silently she gave a plea that Tanya would get the message and call her soon, so she could politely excuse herself and hurry to her friend's "aid". She moved easily through the restaurant and sank gracefully into her chair. Lewis told her that in her absence he had ordered dessert and coffee. She smiled at him, sighing internally as she thought he could have at least had the decency to ask her what she would like before ordering. Another reason they were not compatible, Sasha thought. The waitress silently appeared at their table and set a delicious looking confection of chocolate and strawberries before Sasha and a slice of what appeared to be apple pie and ice cream before Lewis. "How did you know to choose this for me?" Sasha asked Lewis as she watched him scoop a huge bite of pie onto his fork. He smiled and replied, before popping the fork into his mouth; "I saw you admiring it when the table over there ordered it" Sasha nodded as she lifted her fork to taste the dessert. Then her blood chilled as she heard a voice from the table beside them. "Oh! Look Simon! Look! That is the woman I heard on the phone in the washroom! She was calling a friend to rescue her from 'a date from hell'! That woman there in the black dress!" The woman's voice carried clearly to the table at which Sasha and her 'date from hell' were seated. Her companion's muted hushing of her drunken giggles did nothing to break the tension now in the air. Sasha's eyes widen and she flushed in shame. It was bad enough that she had, indeed, done as that accursed woman had proclaimed but to be discovered! Her head was down and she took a deep breath before lifting her eyes to Lewis' face. His eyes were glittering and there was a hardness in them that Sasha had not seen until this moment. There was also a grim set to his jaw which made Sasha's heart pound. "I...I...I'm sorry" she managed to get the words out. "For your words? Or for being caught out?" His voice was no longer teasing but hard with a bitter edge. Sasha looked directly into his eyes, even though all she wanted to do was run away, "For both actually." Lewis' only response was to grunt noncommittally and to return to eating his pie. Sasha watched him chew, her appetite completely gone. She laid down her fork, the slight clatter of the metal against china making her jump slightly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought she saw a smile flash briefly across Lewis' face. Surely he couldn't have smiled, she thought. What was there to smile about? She was ashamed of herself and her actions. She cleared her throat softly, and taking a breath spoke quietly. "Lewis, I know what I did was unforgiveable. I am ashamed of myself and I want you to know that I am very sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me; I just want you to know that I am truly sorry." Her dark eyes were shining now with unshed tears and she waited quietly, with her eyes fixed on Lewis, for his response. There was none. He continued to eat his pie and, if anything, seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Sasha blinked, then clearing her throat once more, tried again. "I am sorry. Really sorry. And this has been a big lesson for me. I will never do anything like that again." Sasha knew as she spoke that she would, indeed, never make such a mistake. She was ashamed and had never felt so disgusted with herself. Lewis lifted his eyes from his plate and stared at her for a full minute before speaking. "I believe you. I believe that you will never do anything like that again." He dropped his eyes as he cleared the last of the pie from his plate, and then looked up at Sasha once more, "Are you going to eat that?" Mutely she shook her head and he reached across the table to lift her plate. She watched as he speared a strawberry and held it to her lips. The juicy fruit brushed her lips and slid over the gloss she had applied just a few dreadful minutes earlier. Silently she opened her mouth and felt Lewis slide the strawberry between her lips. She bit down and he withdrew the fork. He watched her contemplatively as she chewed, the juices of the berry bursting over her tongue. "I don't like that gunk on your lips. Take it off." He speared another berry and ate it as he watched her as though waiting. Sasha blinked several times, her mind whirling. He didn't like that "gunk"? That "gunk" had cost her a fortune. And who did he think he was telling her to take it off? Then she blinked some more as she realised that she had just smeared her lip gloss over the linen napkin as she had involuntarily obeyed him. Lewis nodded once then pressed another berry to her lips. This time he held the stalk between his fingers, the fork discarded on the plate. Wide eyed Sasha opened her lips and bit down on the fruit, juice squirted down onto her chin and she started to bring her napkin to her mouth when she felt his hand stop hers. Eyes locked on each other Sasha sat immobile as she felt Lewis scoop the juice from her chin then watched as he sucked it from his finger. She felt mesmerised. Just five minutes ago she was begging her friend to rescue her and now she was sitting here while he finger fed her strawberries. What was going on Sasha asked herself. Sasha tried to drop her gaze from his but found herself unable to. Lewis had a slow, lazy smile on his lips as he watched her. It was almost as though he knew how she felt, Sasha thought. Almost as though he knew she couldn't move her eyes from his. Once more a waitress appeared at their table, this time bearing coffee cups. Lewis smiled up at her and Sasha saw how the waitress reacted to his smile. And she felt a pang of jealousy. Jealousy? She must be out of her mind she decided, as she listened to Lewis cancel the coffee and hand a card to the waitress. "Thank you," Sasha began, "but I want to pay my share of the bill." She paused, "It is only right, particularly after the way I have behaved." "I am paying for the meal." Lewis stated, "But we can discuss you paying for future meals later if that is what you want." Sasha blinked again, 'future meals' she thought. What future meals? Surely after the way she behaved he would not want to see her again, and she had decided earlier she didn't want to see him again. "What future meals?" she asked, "Surely you don't think we will be seeing each other again after this?" She moved her hands to indicate the table beside them where the woman who had spoken out was now talking about the difficulty she was having with the latest nanny. "But of course there will be future meals," Lewis replied calmly and carefully as though talking to a child, "You will be hungry again, won't you? So you will have to eat. And of course we will be seeing each other again. I plan on us seeing a lot more of each other in the future. I have quite a few plans for you actually Sasha." Sasha shivered as she heard him say her name. It sounded so safe in his voice, the way he enunciated it, the way he emphasised the first syllable. It just sounded so good. And suddenly she realised that the thought of seeing him again sounded good too. She smiled. "Yes, I will be hungry again, and yes, I would like to see you again. If you want to give me a second chance." Lewis looked slightly surprised at her words, "But Sasha I have already told you that we will be seeing each other again." He tilted his head slightly, "Give me that gloss you had on earlier." Sasha looked puzzled as she pulled the tube of gloss from her purse and handed it across the table to him. He took it and examined the tube for a moment before putting it down on the table. She reached across to lift it and his hand trapped her wrist. "No!" The single word spoken firmly and Sasha relaxed her arm in his grasp. He released her wrist and silently she drew her hand back. The tube sitting on the table untouched. He nodded once then told her it was time to leave as the waitress returned his card and he signed the slip of paper with a flourish. Sasha rose from her chair and looked towards the tube of lip gloss sitting on the table. She wanted to reach out to lift it but at the same time she didn't want to. Feeling confused and conflicted she felt Lewis place his hand on the small of her back as he came behind her and guide her towards the doorway. She looked up and him and saw his smile. "Good girl." Those two simple words filled Sasha with such a flood of overwhelming pleasure she wasn't aware of anything until they were outside. The cool air of the night causing her to shiver slightly. The second she became aware of the shiver she was instantly enveloped in his coat as he draped it over her shoulders. She smiled up at him and realised that she not only wanted to see him again, but needed to. Lewis opened the passenger side door of his car, and as she started to protest that she could get a taxi he pressed firmly, yet gently, on her shoulder. Silently she gave in and sank into the leather seat of his car. It was a manual drive she noticed. A car for a man who liked to be in control at all times. That thought made her shiver once more, not this time from chill, but from a tingle of desire. What had started out as a disaster was rapidly becoming something Sasha wanted more of. She thought back over the evening and realised that the only reason she had wanted to end the date was because she had thought it was a one date wonder. Now she contemplated it becoming a relationship. That thought made her smile and shiver again as delicious waves of excitement flowed over her. Her reverie was disturbed by the sound of the driver's door opening and Lewis sliding into the seat. He looked over at her, "Put on your seat belt Sasha. I want you to be safe." He said as he reached over her body to grab the buckle. Sasha felt the heat of his body as he leant across, she smelt his aftershave, a musky, masculine scent, and most of all she felt his breath on her cheek. She turned towards him, their lips mere inches from each other. She wanted so much to lean forward and initiate a kiss but somehow she knew he would not approve. If there was to be a kiss, she realised, it would be at his discretion. Lewis smiled at her. He knows what I am thinking, Sasha realised with a start. She shifted in her seat, embarrassed at being caught out twice tonight. She heard her seat belt click locked and turned to watch Lewis as he started the engine and confidently pulled out of the parking lot. They did not speak, instead listened to a CD Lewis selected and slid into a slot in the console. His choice of music surprised her. Soft jazz wasn't what she expected. She had never given him a chance she realised and she felt shame once more for her behaviour. She opened her mouth to apologise once more and heard Lewis speak, "It's over Sasha. Forget it but not the lesson." She shut her mouth with an almost audible snap as she pondered his words. "Forget it but not the lesson" What lesson? Sasha felt even more confused and shook her head slightly as she tried to figure it out. After what seemed to be only a few moments Sasha realised the car was pulling up. They were outside her apartment building and nervousness replaced the floods of confusion and excitement. Did she ask him to come up for coffee she thought. What would he think she meant by it? And if she didn't what would he think? She sat for a moment trying to decide what to do. Lewis' voice broke the tension building in the atmosphere, "Ok I am dying for some coffee and since we didn't have it in the restaurant why don't you make it for me here?" Sasha smiled in both relief and pleasure. Slave Sasha "Yes Lewis, that would be lovely" She put her hand on the handle of the door to open it and felt Lewis lean over her once more. "No Sasha!" He looked into her eyes, "I will open the doors for you from now on. You are not to open a door or get out of the car unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" Sasha froze at his exclamation and as he spoke she blinked, trying to process what was happening. Tonight was surprising in many ways, she thought. And, a night where I am blinking way too much she laughed Sitting back into her seat she saw Lewis give a small nod of approval and watched as he got out and walked to her side of the car. He opened the door and took her hand, helping her to stand. Smiling at him she walked to the door of the building and saw his smile as she waited for him to open the door. Walking through to the key pad she entered the four digits and they crossed the hallway to the elevator. Lewis pushed the button and the door slid open, they stepped inside, Sasha first as Lewis held the door back with his forearm. He asked what floor and when she told him he pressed the button. As the elevator doors slid open Lewis once more held the door for Sasha before joining her in walking down the hallway. They reached her door and Sasha pulled her key from her purse. She paused for a moment then handed the key to Lewis. "Why am I doing this?" she thought to herself as she watched a man she had known for barely three hours slide her key into the lock of her apartment. Surely she should be feeling some concern she wondered, a strange man in her apartment was not a common occurrence. Sasha was nothing if not safety conscious. But there was no concern, no fear, just contentment and an edge of excitement. They entered and Lewis laid the key on the table just inside the doorway. Sasha's apartment was small but had everything she needed. The door opened into an open plan living and dining area and to one side was a small, well equipped galley kitchen and to the other a bedroom and bathroom. She watched as his eyes roved around and then with a smile to her he told her to make the coffee while he looked around. Sasha wondered why she was not outraged. Normally if a man had made such a comment to her she would have very quickly shown him the door. But not Lewis. She moved to the kitchen and prepared the coffee maker to brew. She switched it on and set out a tray with her best cups and saucers, a milk jug and sugar bowl. She filled the jug with milk and opened a cupboard to pull out a tin of cookies. Setting some on a plate she listened to the sounds of Lewis as he inspected her home. And it was an inspection, she suddenly realised. She carried the tray to the coffee table in front of the pale cream leather couch and went back to the kitchen to fetch the coffee. When she returned Lewis was sitting in the matching chair. He smiled at her and complimented her on her home. She blushed, her olive skin becoming flushed with pleasure at his words. It mattered to her that he liked her home she realised. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it, black, to Lewis. He looked at her, "I like a little milk in my coffee." Smiling she turned to lift the jug and offered it to him with the cup. "You pour it Sasha." He continued. With fingers that suddenly began to shake Sasha poured some milk into his coffee. "You should remember how I like my coffee Sasha." Mutely she nodded. Sasha moved towards the sofa to sit down and was halted by his voice, "No Sasha I want you by me. Come sit here." He was pointing to the floor by the chair. She stood for a moment wondering what to do, "Now Sasha!" She moved back to the side of the chair and sank to her knees then slid her ass to the floor, leaning against the chair. "Good girl." Once again those words flooded Sasha with pleasure. She felt his fingers entwine in her hair and stroke it gently. "We need to talk Sasha. There are some things you need to understand," Sasha looked up into his face earnestly as she saw him smile. "And some things you need to learn." Sasha sat silently, not sure how to respond and deciding that silence was her best option. "You may have noticed Sasha that I like to... how shall I put it? Be in control." Sasha made to speak and he silenced her with a finger over her lips, "I am speaking Sasha and I do not expect you to interrupt," she nodded once as he continued, "In all my relationships I am in control. And if you want to be involved with me then that is what you must accept." He paused. Sasha waited quietly. "Good girl!" he continued, and once more Sasha felt the pleasure of his praise. A pleasure she was already beginning to crave. "So, after I leave tonight I will set you a task. I want you to think it through. I want you to know that you choose to enter into this relationship willingly and with full understanding. If that is what this will become." Sasha nodded at his words but did not speak. "Good girl." Sasha felt herself begin to melt as the pleasure in his voice flowing over her. She wanted to be with Lewis and was prepared to do anything he wanted. She wanted to do anything he wanted. Lewis handed her his empty cup and rose from the chair. "I am leaving now, Sasha. I will call you tomorrow with your task and we will have dinner at eight. I want you to wear the red dress in the closet." His words told Sasha his inspection had been thorough. She nodded and stood beside him. He smiled at her and walked to the door. He opened it and stepped outside before stopping to look into her eyes. "Tomorrow Sasha." He turned and left. Sasha watched him enter the elevator and felt bereft. Never before had she felt lonely in her apartment. She quickly tidied up the remains of their coffee and went to the bedroom, stripping off her dress and draping it over a chair she unhooked her bra and slid off her panties. Panties that were damp. She held them for a moment before bringing them to her face and inhaling her scent. The smell of her arousal made her knees weaken. She wanted Lewis. She wanted him inside her. She dropped her panties and walked naked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth. She removed her makeup and stepped into the glass doored cubicle. The hot water pounding on her body felt so good. She moved slightly and groaned as the water splashed onto her nipples. They instantly reacted, swelling and becoming longer. Sasha's full breasts were topped with long nipples and when they became erect they were over half an inch long. The water massaging her breasts made Sasha moan and press towards it, wanting more. Her nipples were tingling and aching and her entire body longed to be used. Sasha wanted fucked more than she had ever wanted it before. No other dinner date had left her so aroused and needy. No other dinner date, she reflected, had ever ended without as much as a kiss. Sasha turned in the shower so the water was on her back and moved slowly backwards until the chill of the tiles on her ass and back made her gasp as the hot water poured over her breasts and face. It trickled down her body and over her pussy. Sasha had always shaved her pussy. Her lips were bare and smooth. She slid one hand between her legs and stroked her outer lips as her head tilted back against the tile. She stroked gently until she could bear it no longer. Using two fingers she parted her slit and slid a third finger up and down between the soft folds. She could feel her cunt start to spasm already, her juices flowing as she started to rapidly flick a nail over the swelling nub of her clitty. She moaned again and flicked harder, her opening now gaping, ready for use. Blindly she reached out and grabbed the slim, plastic bottle of shampoo and ran the bottom of it around her hole, the whole time flicking more and more frantically at her clitty. She felt her orgasm build and shoved the bottle hard inside her greedy cunt. Her inner walls grasping and clenching around the hard bottle as her teasing sent her over the edge into an orgasm that had her screaming as her cunt spasmed and jerked around the bottle she was holding inside. Slowly the waves subsided and almost in a dream Sasha washed her hair and body before wrapping herself in a towel and going back to her bedroom. Her mind and body were numb and at the same time full of Lewis. She fell into her bed gratefully. Discarding the towel she wrapped her naked body in the comforter and fell asleep. Three hours later she was awoken by the sound of the phone. Still half asleep she reached out for the receiver. "Hello?" Her voice full of sleep. "Good girl Sasha." Lewis' voice jolted her to full wakefulness. "I have that task for you that I mentioned." Sasha's eyes widened as she waited. Her heart pounding. "Do you have some paper and a pen?" "Yes Lewis!" Sasha leapt to her feet and pulled the drawer of her bedside cabinet opening and scrabbled amongst the detritus to grab a pen and notebook. "Good girl." He continued, "Now listen carefully." Sasha gasped as she heard his instructions for her. She scribbled frantically. "I will pick you up at eight. And dress as I told you."