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Mastered

By: jennygrrl



Entering his Master's suite of rooms, he surveyed the area in Armand’s absence. The room smelled like him, a soft warm scent, masculine but unidentifiable. He had been here a few nights prior, their embrace ... comforting, reminding Daniel of the past, but promising something different in the future. He strode forward, long lean muscles stretching against the denim. He stood before Armand's bed, smoothing his hand over the coverlet, easing the creases over the sides of the mattress. He leaned forward, crouching low, running his cheek against the fabric; it seemed to linger with his warmth, the touch of his body against the sheets. He closed his eyes slowly, his soft ashen hair falling against the cloth, as memories flooded his mind. He blinked once, pushing up against the bed, the muscles in his arms laboring under the white cotton tee. Again he surveyed the room, walking to the window sill to look down on the crashing surf below. The cool night breeze flowed over him like a gentle kiss, whispering in his ear solicitous suggestions. His hand traveled slowly down his chest, feeling the expanse of strength in his body beneath the shirt. His hand wasn’t his own in his mind, but that of his Maker’s, trailing slowly, seductively along the foundation of his body. His Master could always make him crave such things. When there was silence, long enough for them to appreciate it, they would both give in to it, no matter how often they had both grown tired of each other’s company. The intimacies of some of their moments together had been flawless.

He stood back from the curtained window and thought of Marius. He had spent a considerable amount of time in Marius’ care; he had been a companion, teacher, a good friend, and often a father even when he had sheltered himself away from reality. Daniel hung his head slowly, letting his hair fall forward into his eyes. Some memories were too painful; those days were not the exception to the rule. No, he wouldn’t think of those days now, tonight he was here to find his Master when he returned. Hopefully he wouldn’t be displeased with him for entering on his own. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, pulling the t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. His bare chest, beautifully sculpted alabaster, revealed his distinct musculature – his defined abdomen and the soft flaxen pathway following into his jeans. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back and letting it settle in its natural way. His violet eyes circled the room once more as he laid back against the bed waiting for Armand’s arrival.

Armand opened the door to his room and raised a brow, looking towards the bed. He was surprised, but happily so; his fledgling rose up on his elbows and smiled slowly to him. He could feel his heart flutter under the weight of his long jacket at the sight of his naked body leaning back against his bed. It had been weeks since Daniel had returned to Night’s Island, and while they had shared a few intimacies, this was not the norm. The moonlight caressed Daniel’s bare skin as Armand drew further into the room. He cast a sideways glance at his child, face absolutely unreadable, while he continued his walk through the room. His amber eyes locked on Daniel’s amethyst holding them captive with so much promise. 

Daniel drew in a slow breath watching his Master’s calculated movements. He circled the bed once fully, short strides, his body hard and tone. He looked no older than seventeen, his dark auburn hair falling down his shoulders. Daniel shook his head and leaned it back against the deep ‘V’ of his shoulder blades. His neck was exposed to Armand’s purveyance and he watched lustfully the throbbing beat of the pulse at the apex of his collarbone. He wanted nothing more than to put his lips right there against that pounding rhythm, sinking his razor-sharp teeth deep into his hard skin, and drinking in his lush, vibrant life. He stood before the bed, stopping to look down to Daniel, brushing soft fingertips along his cheek. He wanted to speak but he couldn't find the words, letting his coat slide off his shoulders and down to the floor. Armand bent over and picked it up, brushing it off with the full weight of his hands. He straightened and laid the jacket over the chair in the corner, before moving his longer thin fingers to the cuffs of his long sleeved shirt. 

Daniel slowly crossed his legs and pushed up from the bed soundlessly. Walking to his Master he stood before him and caressed his cheek as he had, pushing down his throat down spreading his starched collar, before he leaned forward to place his cool lips to Armand's neck. His tongue flickered out to touch his skin and Armand shivered against his child, shutting his eyes with a slow groan, his hand traveling into his fledgling's hair to stroke Daniel's neck. 

“Oh, Daniel,” Armand whispered. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to feel you again? How many nights I’ve laid here dreaming of you?”

Daniel stood back from his Master, his eyes fierce with desire. Armand’s arms slid around him as he drew him back towards his body, tilting his lips to Daniel’s ear with a growl. “Mmm, you’re here now, you’d better not be thinking about escaping, my little child.”

With a smirk, Daniel’s eyes flashed a deeper violet. His hands slid down into Armand’s back pockets, grabbing his ass firmly, pulling his hips into him. Armand was surprised by his fledgling’s show of force, gasping at Daniel’s strength. “I’m not the child you once knew, Master,” he said unquestionably. His lips hovered inches above Armand’s, teasing him as he tilted his head first to the right, then to the left. The more Daniel felt Armand lean in, the more he taunted him, licking at his lips, making him moan.

“Damn it, Daniel,” Armand hissed. “Kiss me.”

“Are you ordering me, Amadeo?” Daniel asked calculatedly; he rarely used Marius’ nickname for Armand and he was nearly taken aback by the change. 

“No,” he sighed slowly, shaking his head. “This time I will order you to do nothing, my beloved.” Armand’s eyes showed his sincerity. He had not been fair with Daniel their first time together. He had loved him, but not the right way. Daniel deserved much more, much better, and he wanted nothing more than to give it to him... to give him whatever he desired, without owning him, without locking him away as he once had.

“So, no handcuffs then,” Daniel teased. “Will you not tie my hands above my head Master; lay me naked on the bed, forcing my thighs apart? Will you not bite into me, make me feel every painful rip into my flesh, every bloody trail your fingernails carve into my flesh while you lick the blood from me? Will you not slap my thighs and drive yourself inside of me until I scream before you cover my mouth with your hand and beg me to take it all, Master?” Daniel’s eyes explored Armand’s deeply watching for the yearning and hunger in his Maker, looking for the need and perhaps his humiliation for his past behavior.

Armand pursed his lips, looking down to the floor between them, his hand sliding along Daniel’s thigh, up his groin, settling on the hard bulge in his jeans. “I think you liked it, beloved,” he whispered huskily, cupping him completely. “I think you liked it when I was rough with you. You’d always beg me for it harder, faster.” Armand’s hand mimicked his words while he spoke, stroking harder and faster, making Daniel’s breath caught in his throat.

“Yes Master,” he said, shutting his eyes and whispering the words with equal ardor. Armand’s touch was driving him wild and his body was responding, drowning quickly his Maker’s touch. He wanted desperately to be able to hear Armand’s thoughts at that moment, to hear his inner longings, but their connection prevented it. He caught Armand’s chin up with his fingers and brought his eyes back to his own. He pushed forward, letting his lips touch Armand’s slowly, sharing their first passionate kiss in what seemed like forever.

Armand’s breath assailed him, sweet and heady, tasting like the sticky sugar-laced crimson of some mortal youth. He had been hunting before he had returned. Daniel licked his lips seductively after breaking off their kiss and pressed harder into him, parting his lips with his tongue, dancing it along the roof of his month and against Armand’s. Armand pushed up against Daniel, dragging his long fingernails against his naked skin, leaving long red welted grazes against his beautiful pallid flesh. Daniel cried out, feeling the blood well up against each ridge. Armand smiled menacingly. “Turn around,” he ordered.

Daniel turned his back to him gradually and awaited the cool slide of Armand’s tongue against his back, drinking the blood from his skin greedily his hands wrapping around his waist, finding his zipper. His fingers deftly unbuttoned the denim, working the zipper down, trailing lustfully against the silk of his boxers.

“You want more?” Armand whispered against Daniel’s ear. Daniel quivered against his Master’s stomach feeling the length of his hard abdomen resting against his back. “Yes,” he murmured once more, turning in Armand’s arms and dragging him toward the bed. By the time they reached it he had already taken his Maker’s shirt off leaving both of their torsos fully exposed.

Daniel leaned back against the bed once more, holding Armand’s hand, slipping it down the length of his chest. “Angel,” he panted. “Come to me.” 

“I think that’s my line, my love.” 

Armand sank down against the bed next to Daniel’s side, his hand tracing along the curling hairs at Daniel’s stomach, bending forward to place kisses in the soft lovely curls that begged him to move further down his body. Daniel arched his hips letting Armand slide the blue jeans down his legs. As he did Armand’s hands caressed his fledglings thighs, his hard calves, then back up his legs to his smooth hips. His fingers skimmed the velvety black silk, creating friction against his skin below, causing Daniel to squirm beneath his touch. “You’re so beautiful darling boy. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone.”

Daniel opened his eyes in surprise. “You don’t mean that.” 

Armand reached for Daniel’s hand. Finding it he dragged it to the firm length between his own thighs and began to stroke the large hardness, gasping with Daniel’s gentle contact. “Can you feel it my fledgling? All for you... my need, my want, my desire. I want to fill you Daniel, I want to pleasure you in ways I have never before, until you collapse in my arms and know without a doubt the extent of my love for you.”

“And I came here to seduce you,” Daniel choked softly, still stroking Armand’s firm cock through the fabric of his khakis. Armand’s mouth found his once more and suppressed the moan sought to release, driving his tongue into the back of his throat eagerly. 

“Take these off now,” Armand snapped, pulling the material left against Daniel’s hips roughly, both of their hands working it down his long legs. Armand pushed between his thighs, laying his body flat against the mattress before letting his lips settle against the pulse at the apex of his child’s groin. The pulse beat rapidly with Daniel’s excitement, his beloved so close to his urgent desire, while Armand’s tongue worked languidly at that muscled part of him. He pushed up against the femoral artery, feeling it thud against his lips and sliced into it with his fangs. The blood pooled into his mouth in hot bursts, Daniel’s body racking with spasms. 

Daniel groaned shallowly, his hand twining in Armand’s hair, as he called to him. “Master, please.” Armand cooed softly, feeding from Daniel’s slender sinew, filling his mouth with great draughts of his life until he was nearly drained. He lay limp against the sheets, blood sweat streaking down his forehead, his eyes glossy and distant. Armand’s bit his tongue delicately and lapped elegant droplets of the healing fluid to the tender wound in his child’s skin, healing it quickly from within.

Armand trailed up to Daniel’s ear and taking it into his mouth he whispered, “I’ve almost drained you, my love. Your heart beats faintly, your breathing falls so shallowly, and your mind swirls with thoughts that I cannot comprehend, doesn’t it my Daniel?”

Daniel moaned gently, attempting to lift his hand from the bed, but Armand caught it first, winding his fingers into it. “Shh, no my dearest, no. You will have from me what you desire, what you haven’t had from me in ages. You will drink my blood, the strong blood, the blood of our kings and those men that have died since, those that have given up their life that I may live. My beautiful violet-eyed devil, drink me tonight ... let me be your Master once more, but this time, know that you master me ... completely.”

Armand drew his wrist to his mouth and severed his vein ferociously, dragging it to his child’s lips. Daniel opened his mouth slightly, allowing the blood to trickle onto his tongue, then drip down into the back of his throat. His jaws convulsed, forcing him to swallow and soon his body began to teem with the sound, the ringing echo of Armand’s heart, his heart, together beating as one. Armand took advantage of his weakened state and pulled his wrist from him, then pulling Daniel from the bed held him close to his neck. Daniel’s tiny blades cut into Armand’s neck making him whimper, before Daniel clung to him drawing the life fresh from his body.

Once he was full and sated, Daniel pulled himself from Armand and they both began to swoon in one another’s arms. The swoon was powerful and immediately pulled Daniel under. He felt weightless and heavy at the same time, like a drowning man floating on the surface of the ocean, only to be pulled down again and again by the current. He gasped, clawing at Armand, who was much less overtaken, but still experiencing something akin to what Daniel suffered. Armand climbed up against his child, cradled him gently into his arms and worked his body once more until he was rock hard. Daniel’s mind swam out of control; he was beside himself with the intensity of the pleasure created at the hand of his Master and he screamed, his head pushed back into the pillows, his body arching almost completely off the bed. “Master,” he sobbed loudly. “Oh my God, Master.”

It was the last bit of encouragement that Armand needed, as his hands pushed his khaki’s down. He leaned forward, spreading Daniel’s thighs further, pulling his chin down so their eyes met, as he sheathed himself inside his fledgling. The first thrust was nothing gentle, but Daniel was prepared and opened himself for his Maker. His cock was trapped against Armand’s silken skin and every thrust upward brought Armand’s body in contact with that sensitive length. Armand’s hand’s grabbed Daniel’s shoulders for leverage and he drove deeper and harder inside of him. Daniel was nearly weeping with the intensity of it, the swoon, his cock being worked between their bodies, Armand filling him so sweetly. He wailed while he writhed beneath Armand, begging him for more.

“Arrrrrrrmannnnnnnnd, oh God, Arrrrrrrrrmannnnnnnnd, please... please don’t stop,” he called, his hands pushed through Armand’s and around his shoulders. “Master, I want to please you, I will give you anything. I love you, I always have.”

Armand groaned low, placing his lips against Daniel’s neck, grunting with each hard plunge into his tight opening, feeling Daniel’s muscles clench against him, pushing him towards ecstasy. “Oh God Daniel, you’re too tight,” he managed. “I’m going to burst inside of you, my bab...,” he could hardly finish, gasping for breath with every inch he slid solidly home. Daniel’s legs pressed up against Armand’s taut ass, drawing him completely within him and Daniel shrieked, shuddering hard, his full length jerking against Armand’s stomach, pulsating jet after hot jet of thick blood semen between them.

“Ahh, yes,” Armand cried, his eyes pressing tightly shut, feeling Daniel’s hole milking him forcefully. He leaned forward to Daniel’s ear and with the last of the control he had he groaned, “I love you, my boy,” and then filled him to overflowing with his sticky release. The sound of his Master cumming next to his ear the sweetest music he had heard in a long time.

Armand fell forward against Daniel’s heaving chest. He reached up without looking to brush his hair from his damp face, lovingly stroking his forehead. He felt Daniel fall asleep under his weight, his arms wrapped delicately around him, a soft smile on his lips.

Daniel woke alone in Armand’s bed, satin sheets drawn up around him. Next to him on a pillow lay a rose and a piece of paper folded in half. He reached over to the lamp beside the bed and turned it on, picking up both the flower and the note. 

My dearest Daniel,

You have given me two things tonight that I thought I might never have again. You gave me your trust and you gave me your love. I cried as I sat near the bed this evening while you slept, I cried as I wrote this. There was a time when I thought every emotion had died in me. Now I know that I can feel and how glorious it is to know my boy that I realized this with you. 

I am so sorry for every abuse you ever suffered at my hand, my Daniel. I know you may never forgive me, but I plead that you’ll at least allow me to try to make it up to you. Thank you beloved for returning to the Island we once shared. I hope this time ... I hope this time I’ll make it right between us. 

I love you.

~ A.

Daniel smiled as he lifted the rose and breathed in the familiar scent. For the first time in a long time, he was happy to be home.


[Thank you for reading! Please vote or comment if you enjoyed this story. -smiling-]

Mastered By Three



One day, after cheer-leading practice, Alexia, 18, was walking to her car. Now she was one of the best looking girls on the squad mind you. She stood five feet nine inches tall, had long, flowing, red hair (that came down just past her ass and she wore in a ponytail), emerald green eyes, a small waist, large chest (they were high and firm), she weighed about 135 pounds, her ass was round, firm and stuck out just a bit and legs that were long and lean. As she crossed the parking lot and reached her car, she was stopped by Anthony, 18, the best looking black guy in the school.

"Hey, girl! Whatcha doin' later t'night?", he asked.

She stopped, looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Nothing really. Why, Tony?"

A sly smile, that made her wonder what he was thinking, crept across his face and he said, "Wanna get together?"

She thought for a moment then replied, "Yeah! Sure!"

His smile widened as he said, "I'll pick ya up at 7 then."

"Okay. See ya then, Tony.", she said as she got in her car and headed for home.

As she got ready to go out with Tony, later that night, she couldn't hide her excitement. Tony was six feet four inches tall, had a muscular build, he weighed around 230 pounds, kept his head shaved clean, had a dark goatee and mustache and light caramel colored skin. To Lexi, he was a sight to behold and she knew a lot of the other girls at school would die for a chance to go out with him.

Instead of taking a shower, like she normally did for dates, she decided to take a bath and shave. She ran the bath water and undressed while the tub filled. A soft moan escaped her rosy lips as she stepped into the bath and sunk down in the water. She relaxed in the warm water for about 20 minutes then soaped up and rinsed off. She took her can of shaving lotion, put a small amount in her hand and spread it on her right leg. Then she picked up her razor and shaved her leg. She repeated the process on her left leg and under her arms. All of the sudden the urge came over her to shave the mound between her legs. So she picked up the can one last time, applied a small amount of lotion to her treasure, shivered at the cold of it and took her razor to it. She couldn't believe what she was doing and had no idea why but she did it anyway. The whole process of shaving her mound took about half an hour so she was running short on time. She quickly dried off and went to her room to get dressed.

She normally dressed somewhere between semi-casual and sexy but not this night. Tonight it was all about dressing sexy for Tony. She put on a tight, black mini-skirt that just barely covered her tight, round ass, a purple crop top that left little to the imagination and buttoned down the front and 3 inch, black, come fuck me heels. She knew the black set off her milky complexion beautifully and the tightness of her top made her 38D's look that much bigger. She put on very little make-up, knowing that her natural beauty would be enough, and left her hair down for a change. She figured Tony would like seeing it down for once instead of pulled back. She only applied a little blush and some lipstick, not much darker than the natural pink of her lips.

Just as she finished getting ready, she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart about jumped out of her chest as she hurried to answer the door. When she opened the door, she saw Tony standing there. Which didn't surprise her. He was wearing tight, blue jeans and a somewhat loose fitting, black t-shirt that was tucked in. Lexi glanced over his shoulder and noticed there were two other people in the car.

She must have looked shocked because he said, "Aw... don't worry 'bout them. That's jus' John and Matt. My two best friends."

Relief came over her. He smiled seeing the relief on her face and said, "I do have a rule or two for you tonight though. Okay?"

She was a little weary but said, "Um... I suppose it's okay, Tony."

A grin spread across his face as he spoke, "Rule number one: For the rest of the night, when you talk to John, Matt or myself, you will refer to us as Master. Rule number two: When told to do something you will do it without question. Are these rules understood?"

"Yes", she said.

"Yes? Yes what?" He growled and swatted her butt.

She swallowed hard, realizing what she did wrong, and said, "Yes, Master Tony."

"Much better, girl.", he said with a smile as he reached in his pocket. He pulled out, what looked to be, a blindfold and said, "I'm going to put this on you now. By the way, you look great tonight. It's nice to see you wearing your hair down for a change. I always wondered how it would look out of that ponytail you always wear."

A deep blush covered her cheeks as he reached behind her and tied the blindfold on and she said, "Thank you, Master Tony. I dressed this way just for you."

Tony led Lexi out to the car. He opened the passenger side, rear door and helped her in.

"Scoot to the middle of the seat, dear," he said. She did as told without question even though she wanted to ask why. He got in next to her and she found herself between him and someone else. 

"John, Matt, this is Alexia or Lexi. Lexi this is John and Matt. Say hello, girl," Tony said.

Lexi spoke in an almost whispered voice, "Hello, Master Matt. Hello, Master John. Nice to meet you both."

John, who was the other person sitting next to her, said, "Ah... I see you've already laid the rules down already, Tony. She is a quick learner. I think you made a good choice with this one, bro."

"I couldn't agree more," concurred Matt.

Tony laughed a little and said, "I kinda thought she would be a good choice. Let's get goin' to your place, Matt."

And with that they headed out.

They drove for what seemed like 30 minutes before stopping. The guys all got out first then John, 21, helped Lexi out of the driver side. They all walked up the sidewalk. Matt, 24, was leading her.

"Watch out for the steps here, Lexi. There are two of them," Matt told her.

She heard Matt pull his keys out of his pocket and slip one in the lock on the door. Then she heard the door open. Matt led her into the house and Tony and John followed closely behind. John gave her bottom a light swat after they were all inside that made her jump just a little.

He said, "Damn, she has a nice, firm ass, bro."

Just then she felt two more swats that made her jump, one from Tony and the other from Matt. At the same time, they both said, "Nice. This is gonna be fun."

Matt led her through the house. She heard a door open and then Matt removed the blindfold. She blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. Before her was a doorway and a flight of stairs leading to the basement. She was fairly nervous at this point and didn't know what to expect to find at the bottom of the stairs.

Matt said, "Wait here with Tony and John while I go down and turn on the lights, girl."

She responded with the only thing she felt she could, "Yes, Master Matt."

He disappeared down the stairs. He wasn't down there very long before she saw the light from the side of the stairs.

"Okay, go on down, Lexi," Tony said.

She nervously began her descent down the stairs. Tony and John followed her closely behind.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around her nervousness deepened. Tony could tell that she was nervous as she was trembling.

He walked up behind her and started to rub her shoulders, saying, "Baby, relax. I have a feeling you are gonna enjoy this very much."

She began to relax a little from hearing his words and feeling his touch. She just couldn't imagine how these things she was seeing would be enjoyable.

On one wall hung whips, floggers, crops and paddles all of various length, shape and size. On the opposite side of the room was a set of, what looked to be, shackles, hanging from the ceiling about 6 feet from the wall on a pulley so the height could be adjusted. There was a mattress and box spring in the middle of the room on the floor with a thick, wooden post coming out of the floor at each corner. Attached to each post was a chain with shackles at the end of them. About 8 or 9 feet to the right of the mattress was a very large trunk against the wall. She could only imagine what was in it.

Matt smiled, saying, "Welcome to my playroom, Lexi."

Once again, she said the only thing she felt was appropriate, "Thank you, Master Matt."

As John and Matt stepped to the shackles hanging from the ceiling, she got her first good look at them. John was six feet even, about 200 pounds, he had shoulder length, light brown hair, light green eyes, a light tan and nice build.

Matt was six feet six inches tall with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen, he weighed about 250 pounds, he had short, red hair, a nice build like Tony and John and skin as light as her own.

Tony whispered in her ear, "I want you to get undressed now, girl. Then join John and Matt over there."

She blushed deeply but said, "Yes, Master Tony."

She could feel them watching her as she got undressed. At this point she was wishing that she had worn panties and a bra.

Once she was undressed, Tony took her by the hand and led her to Matt and John. She couldn't believe she was now standing in front of the shackles and three guys with nothing on. And the way her body was responding to the possibility of being shackled was a shock to her.

Her pale, pink nipples were getting hard and her pussy was getting damp. Matt reached out and grasped her left nipple between his forefinger and thumb and pinched it hard. She gasped as the pain rushed through her nipple. Then she moaned softly as the pain surprisingly turned to pleasure and her nipple got harder.

Matt smiled happily as he saw and heard Lexi's reaction to what he was doing and said, "Oh! This pleases me very much!"

John and Tony just smiled and nodded happily. She could tell they were all three pleased with her response.

Matt released her nipple and said, "Step over here and raise your hands above your head."

She did as told saying, "Yes, Master Matt."

She felt the shackles slip around each wrist then lock in place. Matt pulled the pulley on the shackles so that her feet were barely touching the floor. John walked to the trunk and opened it. He looked around in it for a moment then pulled out something she had never seen before. It was a steel bar that looked to be about 3 feet in length with buckled, leather cuffs on each end. He walked back to her and told her to spread her legs.

Once again, she did as told, saying, "Yes, Master John."

He strapped the cuffs on her ankles. She was now vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to her.

All three of them walk directly across the room. Her eyes widened as she saw that they were each picking out a flogger. John choose a deep purple one with about 15 or 20 strands on the end of it. Matt choose a black one with about the same amount of stands but at the end of each was a silver tip. Tony choose a bright blue one with about 25 or 30 strands on it.

They all walks back to her. Matt stood behind her, John to her right and Tony to her left. One at a time, they struck her with the floggers. First John did. The flogger fell across her right breast and left a beautiful red welt that caused her to moan softly once more at the pain and pleasure it caused. Then Tony did. The flogger fell across her left breast now, leaving another beautiful red welt. Another moan escaped her pink lips as her desire began to burn deep within her. And lastly, Matt did. The flogger fell across her back. This one hit harder than the others because of the studs. She jumped as she felt it hit her back and screamed from the pain.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... we'll have none of that, girl," said Matt as he leaned close to her ear.

She whimpered and said, "Yes, Master Matt. Please, forgive me."

"Forgiven this time, Lexi. But next time you WILL be punished," he said.

They began to strike her again. This time Tony was first. The flogger hit across her left breast harder than the last time. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as the pain and pleasure coursed though her. Next John hit again. Once again, the flogger hit harder than the last time, striking across her right breast. Her nipples were harder than she could remember them ever being. Then it was Matt's turn again. She prayed that he wouldn't hit any harder but the prayer must have fallen on deaf ears as the flogger came down with more force than before. It struck across her back.

She seemed to feel each of the studs hitting her back. She jumped and began to tremble hard. Tears started to form in her eyes but she couldn't help wanting more. Her pussy began to throb. Her juices were flowing out of her and down her parted thighs.

John leaned in to her ear and whispered, "No matter how much you are enjoying this you can NOT cum until you are given permission. Is that understood?"

She shivered as she felt his breath across her ear, hot and heavy, and said, "Yes, Master John."

One by one they each struck her again. First Matt, then John and then Tony. She was enjoying every minute of it but didn't know if she could hold back her orgasm. She felt herself getting close as they each struck out again. This time, when Matt hit her he made sure it got her between the legs. The tears began to fall down her soft cheeks. She jumped each time they were striking now. One after the other. Taking turns with who hit her first. Harder and harder with each passing turn. She felt the need to explode, to be allowed to cum.

She began to do the only thing that she could think of to be allowed release, she begged, "Please, Masters!!! Please let me cum!!! Please!!! I know that you three are the only ones that can allow me release now!!! My desire to cum is greater than I can handle!!! Please let me cum, Masters!!!"

They all three laughed at her. She couldn't understand why they were laughing at her but she continued beg, "Please, Masters!!! I need release, Masters!!! Please let me cum!!! Please allow me to show you the passion I'm feeling inside of me!!! Please, Masters!!! Please!!!"

In unison they all said, "You may cum NOW, slave."

She shuddered as she heard them use the word "slave" to her but couldn't hold back any longer. The feeling rushed through her and her body shook hard within her restraints as her pussy throbbed harder and faster than it ever had and she came. Her breath was ragged and her heart was racing wildly as she continued to cum harder than ever before.

Finally, her body went limp only held up by the shackles on her wrists. The three of them walked up to her. She could barely see them through her tears as she lifted her head. John reached up and gently started to massage her right breast and admiring the welts left by the flogger. Tony did the same to her left breast. Matt started caressing her back. He rubbed down her back. Every now and then he would push deeply into one of the welts causing her to jump a bit. She couldn't believe the pleasure she got from the pain.

Matt leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You did very well, girl."

His voice was hot on her ear and caused her to blush deeply. She shivered as she felt His breath on her ear.

"I only did what I felt was right, Master Matt, but thank you," she said.

Tony started undoing the cuffs off her legs. As Tony did this Matt and John took the shackles off her wrists.

Once she was free from the bar and shackles, John told her, "Now go and lay on the mattress, lil one."

She replied, "Yes, Master John. As you wish."

She walked to the mattress. Her legs were barely able to hold her weight as she moved. She laid on the mattress and automatically spread her legs and arms apart assuming they were going to shackle her there.

She was right. They walked over and shackled her to the posts at the corners of the bed. She had no idea what to expect yet. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She watched as they all three got undressed. While Tony went to the trunk and looked inside it for something, John stepped up to the mattress at her head. He was standing there for only a minute when he kneeled down so that his hardness was over her face. Matt got on the mattress and straddled her chest. After finding what he was looking for in the trunk, Tony was next to get on the mattress and he slipped between her legs. He was carrying a large dildo.

It was about nine inches long and approximately two or two and a half inches in circumference. They all held their position long enough for her to see what each one's cock looked like. John was about seven and a half inches long and two inches in circumference, Matt was about ten inches long and two and a half inches in circumference and Tony looked to be about thirteen inches long and three inches in circumference. She was trembling at the very thought of Tony's shaft pressing into her pussy.

Just as she started to calm down a bit John pressed his manhood against her lips and said, "Open your mouth, Lexi."

She did as told. He pressed in to her mouth. All seven and a half inches filled her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet around him. He moaned a little as she began to suck him. Matt reached down to her sides and pressed her ample chest around his manhood and Tony began to glide the dildo over her pussy getting it nice and wet with her juices then slid it down to her tight asshole. He pushed the dildo slowly into her ass and she gasped from the pain of her virgin ass being stretched open.

He continued to push until it was buried deep in her. He stroked it a couple of times then moved so that His cock was positioned right at her dripping pussy. He entered her slowly but it still hurt her some. She moaned as she suckled John's cock. He was rock hard in her mouth. She began to whimper as Tony pressed deeper in to her. She felt like he was going to split her wide open.

Tears began to fill her eyes again. She was feeling overwhelmed by the attention she was getting. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. John was throbbing in her mouth as she continued to suck him harder and faster now. Matt was sliding between her breasts, back and forth. Tony finally got all of his cock pressed deep inside her and started to fuck her hard and deep. The tears were now streaking down the sides her face.

Her emerald eyes were alight with the fire she felt deep inside her and her body was aching with desire and need. Every time Tony would push deep into her she would moan louder and louder. Her ass and pussy were throbbing from feeling so full. She felt John's body tense up. She knew he was close to cumming. Matt tensed up at the same time. She couldn't stop the tears from falling no matter how hard she tried. She felt herself nearing another climax too and knew she couldn't beg while John was in her mouth. Her mind was racing, wondering what she was going to do this time.

Tony began to throb inside her. Her hips were rocking to meet every thrust of him going deeply inside her. All of the sudden they all three began to cum at the same time. John's seed filled her mouth and she swallowed every every drop, Matt's seed sprayed onto her chin and breasts and Tony's filled the walls of her pussy.

Tony continued to thrust deeper and harder into her and said, "You may cum NOW, slave."

Once again, she was shocked that he was using the word "slave" with her but she didn't care at that point. Her body tensed and the feeling flooded over her as she was allowed release. She moaned lustfully with John in her mouth. She began to shake hard again as she came. She couldn't believe the pleasure she was getting from being treated like this. From being called "slave" and the pleasure she got from the flogging earlier.

John pulled out of her mouth and laid on the mattress to her left, Matt got off her and laid to her right and Tony slumped over on top of her. They all laid there for quite a while before anything was said.




Mastered By Three



Then Matt said, "You have pleased us very much tonight, Lexi. I think we are going to keep you for a while, girl. Would that make you happy?"

She was shocked with the answer as she blurted out, "Very much, Master Matt."

They all smiled to each other. Matt got off the bed and went upstairs. He was gone for about 10 or 15 minutes then her returned.

"Sit up, slave," he said.

She sat up wondering what was going on. He pulled out a choker, silver chain mail with three letters in the center of it JMT, and placed it around her neck, saying, "You are to wear this at all times, girl. You will never take it off. This marks you as our property. This means that we may use you anytime we see fit and however we want. Is this completely clear, my girl?"

She replied, "Yes, Master Matt."

He smiled brightly at the other two and said, "I think she will make us a very good slave. She is very willing to please."

John and Tony nodded in agreement.



Masterful Malice



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. Please also vote on how you liked it, every vote does count. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne

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"You invited me in Kathy, you taunted me into this, now you must pay the price" his voice haunted her through the telephone lines.

"I did no such thing" she returned angrily, shrilly, fearfully "you put that Trojan virus on Kit's computer, there is no way a child could know that a stupid game would contain something so harmful."

"All is fair in love in war Kathy, I have all your personal information now, it's just a matter of time and you will be mine!" he declared triumphantly.

Kathy was afraid, she was genuinely afraid, this man had become her nightmare, she didn't know what to do anymore, she didn't know anyone who would or could help her. The police didn't believe her, she couldn't afford to hire a private detective, he was a menace, and he had as good as threatened to enslave her.

"Think of what I could offer Kit, the toys, the benefits, and in a few years who knows how grateful she would be" he taunted.

That was it! She slammed the phone down. It immediately began to ring. She picked it up and slammed it down again and then listening for the dial tone she left it off the hook. She didn't want it to go to the answering machine; she didn't want it to be heard by her eight year old daughter, even accidentally. She knew he would keep calling, he would show up eventually, she could run, that's it! She would run! And then she realized she couldn't, she had moved once to get away from this awful man, she had hidden them away she thought in this safe little corner of the world but he had found them, he had stalked them, he was convinced they were meant to be together, forever, until death parted them. She shuddered at the thought.

Kathy had dated Eli once, and only once. He had given her the creeps immediately and all her warning signals told her to get away from him. By the end of the meal though he had been charming, informed, and congenial and she had relaxed for a moment. The ride home though he had become nasty, masterful as he put it, and demanding. He felt they had a connection, that she would make a perfect sub to his master. He wanted her to obey him, to come home with him, to do absolutely anything he commanded. He told her in no uncertain terms what he wanted her to do, to strip for him, to make herself available to him and his friends, in any way he commanded, any position, any deviant behavior he demanded. She escaped at a stop light and ran out of the car. She thought herself safe from the pervert but the calls had begun immediately. He had resources she didn't realize existed. Just from her phone number he got her address, he followed her to work, he followed Kit to school, he compiled information on her until he turned her world upside down. The thought of them being under his thumb, of what he would do to her, of what he would turn Kit into made her frightened, truly frightened.

The police didn't believe that Eli Watson was capable of this type of behavior. He was a well-respected citizen and when she made her claims it was dismissed as a lover's quarrel, no one believed her. Someone of his position would certainly not jeopardize it and she was made to feel that she was making claims against this honorable man unjustifiably.

She moved, she changed her phone numbers, she got a new job, she invested in security locks but still he found her, still he stalked her and preyed upon her. She was scared more for her daughter than for herself and she was sure that was what he counted on. She didn't know what to do.

Kathy spent an uneasy evening, jumping at every sound outside. She had to try to be normal for Kit's sake but it was difficult. Kit was a normal chatty eight year old with a sunny disposition. The move had been hard on her to start over with new friends but she had adjusted. The one phone call to an old friend had been harmless or so Kathy had thought until the envelope with the video game had arrived. It contained a Trojan virus that spread through her computer and when they went on the internet sent information to Eli Watson about every aspect of their life.

Have you ever thought of how much information you keep on your computer? What data like that could do to you in the wrong hands? Every letter, every search engine you have used, any games you have played...all could be used against you in the mind of a deviant such as Eli. And he did use every nuance, threatening dire things against her, she became paranoid, seeing things around every corner, hearing things outside that never existed or maybe they did. Kathy became haggard over the loss of sleep, over the worry, over the fear that this man was going to get a hold of her or her daughter. She walked Kit to school every day, seemingly bright and cheerful as she delivered her safely into the hands of her teacher. The school was aware that no one, and she stressed no one was to pick Kit up or take her from school for any reason. Kit's father was dead so it wasn't a matter of custody, just an overzealous parent protective of their kid and she let them believe that.

Kathy was isolated; her friends were gone or far away, her parents dead. How could she burden any of them with this? How could any of them help? No one would believe her. Eli Watson was too prominent, too rich, and too secure in his little world of deception, no one would believe that he was capable of such evil, of such despicable acts, of such terror to a woman and her child.

Kathy worked from home, transcribing medical records for doctors from various firms. She was about to lose her job over the repeated interruptions to her work. The quality of her work had suffered and not from the work she did but as she sent it out it contained viruses and suddenly became incomprehensible to those reading it. It was Kathy's work so she was responsible for it. She knew though that somehow Eli, rich and devious Eli had somehow messed with her computer. She looked around her home again that day to see if he had been in it, she already felt violated by him. She had put a string across the door but it was not disturbed and she didn't know if she could figure out something to trap him with. He was already in her computer, she had wiped it once already but still the work became suspect. One doctor's office had already told her that her work would no longer be necessary. She needed every job that came her way to support them. She was becoming frantic. She didn't know what to do, where to turn, or who to ask for help. 

It was then that she thought of Constance. Connie had been a college roommate. Funny, irreverent, and beautiful in her own way, she used that beauty to lure and trap men throughout her college years. Kathy was certain she never did any of the work assigned her instead she let the men do it for her. She probably had blackmailed more than one college professor over the years. She was kind and considerate of her friends, sharing some of her surplus of men with her college roommate as well as being able to find dates for anyone in their small group of friends. But Connie had died the previous year, Kathy hadn't been able to afford a trip to attend her funeral but she had sent a loving card, remembering happier times. She vaguely remembered meeting Connie's sister once or twice, what was her name? Ali? No, Aileen? Eileen? She couldn't remember and with Eli on the brain it was making it difficult to remember.

She wasn't getting any work done so she pulled out her college yearbooks and paged through them remembering happier times, fun times, irreverent times, the dates, the pranks, the absolute solidarity of these women. They were all scattered now. Connie had married many times and to men subsequently richer than the previous ones. She had been a widow just like Kathy; the difference being that her husbands had been incredibly wealthy and Kathy's had left a pitiful life insurance policy that barely covered his death bills. She came across a picture of the five of them, five? There had been four of them in their little group, the fifth one was what drew her attention, that had to be Connie's sister! Hadn't Connie written once that her sister was a successful stock broker or something? She quickly looked for letters she had kept, the written word so much more valuable to her as computers stored things forever and these were so much more personal, valuable to her. She realized that Eli must have read all her letters on her computer by now and the intimate details she had shared with her friends were now in his decidedly dirty hands. She shuddered but kept looking for the packet of letters she had from her friends over the years.

There they were! She quickly opened one and then another, quietly reading through them looking for some clue, something that might help her, she didn't know of anything that could but maybe someone, a stranger could help her, could help Kit. Maybe this sister of Connie's could help. There, there is a reference to Alice, Alice Weaver! She had it now. She went to grab her phone to call information and then hesitated. She was certain he had some sort of tracking device on her car, she was also certain her phones were bugged or had tracking devices at least on the cell phone. She wasn't defeated. She carefully packed away the letters again, picked up her purse and the phone and walked outside, carefully locking the door to the house behind her. She headed down to the bus stop and waited for the next bus to take her downtown. As she waited she thought about Connie and of course Alice, they were equally pretty, not beautiful but yet they were in their own way, something about Alice though had seemed more attractive in some way, she wasn't with them much but when she was they all had a lot of fun. Her bus arrived and she looked around, positive someone was following her. She got off a block before she needed to so she could try and see if she was being followed, she couldn't tell, but then she wouldn't would she if he was that good or if he had someone else following her. She felt so paranoid that she almost hesitated at what she was about to do. She very deliberately put her phone in the roadway and waited for a car to run it over. The first car missed it, the second car missed it, she was about to go out into the traffic and move it when a speeding car hit it dead on, the destruction was total and absolute. She picked it up gleefully and put it in a shopping bag, all the pieces she could find and headed the extra block to the phone store.

"May I help you?" a pleasant faced young kid asked her.

She nodded "I seemed to have dropped my phone, I have insurance on it and I'd like to get another" she held up the bag and the boy took it from her gingerly.

"You sure did this one in" he joked as he reached for the only piece large enough to hold up, the cover, the rest was damaged beyond use. "You say you have insurance?" he asked her and she nodded again. "Well let's take a look" he put the piece back in the bag and put it on the counter as he pulled up something on his computer screen. "What's your phone number?" he asked.

She hesitated but knew he would put that down to the fact that people didn't remember their own phone numbers readily. She gave it to him and then asked "I'd like a second phone, for emergencies on my line or can I change my number?"

They discussed several possibilities. Her number and account were in good order and he convinced her to buy a second phone, it would only cost an additional $10 on her bill per month and offer her peace of mind (if he only knew) she thought. The replacement on her phone was $100 and she nearly reeled at the cost but she hoped she was doing right by getting rid of the other phone. What if he could somehow trace the number though? It was why she was getting a second phone; she hoped this would help her, that she could call someone without him knowing. By the time she left the phone store she had two new phones, identical and had marked one with a sharpie marker so she knew which was the original number and which one was the new number. Using the new number she called information to try to find one Alice Weaver in the Los Angeles area.

It took some doing; she had to stop by the library to use their computer, getting a new library card in the process. She didn't dare use her own computer, she didn't trust it. She thought she found Weaver Investments and crossed her fingers as she typed the number into her new spare phone.

"Weaver investments, I'm sorry we are unable to take you call at the moment, please leave your name and number at the tone" an impersonal voice toned over the line. Kathy left her name and number and nothing else, hoping that she had the right Weaver and hoping that it would be Alice that called her back. Then she realized she had left her regular number and not the new cell phone number! She called right back, waited for the voicemail to go through its spiel and left the new number, stressing that she needed to be called back on that number instead of the first one. She felt like a fool, she was grasping at straws. She headed home; she might as well work with the work she did have left and hope that the last wiping of her computer had eliminated some of what Eli was doing to her work.

Alice heard the machine pick up. She was busy surfing the net for information on an investment she was considering, she didn't want to be disturbed. She couldn't help but hear the message. She frowned when she heard the name, it sounded familiar and yet she wasn't sure why. When the woman called back a second time though and stressed that a return phone call be to the second number only she stopped what she was doing to concentrate. The name, the name, she wasn't sure but she knew it from somewhere, she hated that when she couldn't place where she knew something from. It was a sign of stress, or being too busy, or age, she wasn't sure which but she didn't like it.

Since she was at the computer she put Kathy's name into a search engine. This wasn't Google or Yahoo; she had a unique search engine installed on her computer, a little better than what the police had but not quite up to what the FBI had in their database although she knew where she could get that information if she wanted it. Kathy Jenson was a common name but sorting through the data she narrowed her eyes as she began to see pictures and one caught her eye. She went downstairs to her garage and began sorting through some of Constance's boxes, finding a set of college yearbooks she began to sort through them rapidly looking for the name Kathy, something that would tell her why this woman was so damn familiar, she was sure she had met her through Connie but wanted to be sure before she returned the woman's phone call. There, there was a picture of the four amigos. Connie's roommates in college, they had been so tight and had welcomed Alice in as a fifth wheel although they never made her feel that way, they had shared their friendship whenever she visited her sister. There were their names spelled out Constance Weaver, Andie Wilson, Portia Spiros, and Kathy Potter, now Jenson. Kathy was a pert little brunette with a great straight smile and a hint of dimples on her cheeks as well as a cleft vaguely hinted at on her chin, her eyebrows were as dark as her hair and her eyes seemed to be a dark brown with long brown eyelashes, it was a pleasant looking package. With that name in her mind and now a photo imprinted in her mind she put the books away went to another box that contained the cards that she had received for Connie's funeral and paging through them she came across one from Kathy Jenson. It was a heartfelt letter of condolence, a plea for her understanding that she just couldn't afford to travel, how much she missed her friend and how sad she was for her passing. Alice nearly cried over its simplicity and sweet sentiments. That wasn't like her but she still felt a little raw over the way her sister had died. Revenge had been sweet but not necessarily healing.

Thinking for a moment she wondered why Kathy was calling her after all this time and why her? She had been Connie's friend, not hers. She shrugged, these three women had been Connie's best friends, she had shared everything with them in the four years they went to college together, and she had shared everything they did with her own sister whose single mindedness hadn't allowed her friends like this, ever. She had envied and enjoyed her sister and her friends when she visited and she didn't know why she was feeling sentimental but she would return the call and find out what Kathy needed or wanted.

"Hello" the voice answered the phone cautiously.

"Kathy? This is Alice, Alice Weaver" she said cheerfully.

"Alice? Oh my goodness, it's so good to hear from you, thank you for returning my call. I wasn't sure you would remember me..." she began.

"Of course I remember you, it took me a minute to remember Jenson but of course I remember Kathy Potter" Alice teased.

Kathy smiled at her maiden name, she remembered how she had been teased about having a name that could be deviated into so many delicious differences, and she had learned to take it because if she objected it only got worse as she learned in high school. In college though it had been done with affection and her friends stood up for her. She had loved those woman, they had been her best friends. "I'm still so sorry to have not been at Connie's funeral, how are you holding together?" she asked with genuine concern.

Alice smiled, of all the people she met in this world she knew that Kathy was genuine, real, not pretending for forms sake, she really cared how Alice was doing "I'm doing okay, coping" she answered. I also killed and had revenge on the mother f'rs that caused my sister's demise but for some reason she didn't feel like she should share that tidbit.

"If there is anything I could do, I wish I could, if you need to talk...." Kathy began.

"No" Alice shook her head and said firmly "that isn't necessary, really I'm okay."

"I just didn't want you to feel you were alone, we all loved Connie as a sister."

Alice smiled again; she had known that which was why she had loved them for it.

"Have you heard from the others? Andie, Portia?"

"Yes, they were at the funeral" Alice replied remembering them vaguely but really not, she had been numb at the time.

"I still wish I could have been there but I couldn't afford to travel and I have a little girl now..." she started to choke up but held herself in check.

"You do? How wonderful!" Alice said honestly "what's she like?"

"Oh she's the sweetest thing, she's eight now and quite the inquisitive little girl, I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up being a super sleuth, a private investigator, and she's so smart!"

"Eight? Wow, you must have gotten married right out of college."

Kathy nodded as she relaxed; talking with Alice had reminded her of better times. "I did, Pat was killed though in Afghanistan when he went over there on a story, I think that's where Kit gets her inquisitiveness."

"Oh, so you're a widow?"

"Yes and trying to get ahead raising a kid on your own is over rated" she joked.

Alice laughed a short little chuckle "I bet it isn't easy."

"How about you? Have you married?" Kathy asked wondering how Alice's life had turned out.

Alice laughed, a genuine laugh "they only just made it legal here" she said with a wry little smile.

"Legal?" Kathy asked musingly and then remembered, Alice was gay! "Oh yeah, I forgot you like girls!" she said it just like she would have in college.




Masterful Malice



"Well no, not really, I like women, girls are too young for even me" Alice rejoined and they shared a laugh.

"Well, are you seeing someone special?" Kathy asked delighted to be laughing with someone who she remembered as being fun when she let her hair down which according to Connie wasn't often.

Alice thought for a nano-second, well, no one I hadn't killed.... "No, not really" she answered.

"Come on, you're in L.A. there has to be someone there who would love to catch someone like you!" She had been amazed that there was someone with Connie's beauty out there but to see two such beauties together had been overwhelming.

"I'm sure there is but I'm kind of a workaholic" she answered.

"You'll find her, you just have to look" Kathy said encouragingly.

"In my spare time" Alice returned.

"Am I keeping you from your work?" Kathy worried.

"No, not at all, I'm enjoying talking to you, it's been a long time, is everything okay with you?"

"Well actually I don't know how to tell you this, I'm not even sure I should, it may be presumptuous of me but I thought of Connie this morning and the others are so far away, I don't know...."

"Kathy" she called into the phone over her babbling "just out with it, tell me what's wrong?"

"There's this guy, he's stalking me, we went out on one date and he is convinced I'm perfect for him."

"He won't take no for an answer?" Alice asked amused, she called after all this time for dating advice?

"It isn't that he won't take no, he is following me, he's tapped my phones, my computer, we moved, and he started all over again." As she was talking on the spare phone she went to the back door and found the string she had placed across it had been broken. Her heart was in her throat at the thought; he had been in the house! "He is after me Alice, he wants me for his sub so he can share me with his friends, and now he's implied he would raise Kit to be his as well. No one will believe me because he is rich and a pillar in the community up here. I'd move again but I can't afford to and now he's after me here, he's messing with my job, he's making it so I have nothing, no work, no money, nothing!" her voice had become desperate as she stared at the broken string. It was almost time to go get Kit from school. She walked out onto the front porch to look around up and down the street.

"The police won't do anything?" Alice asked, sensing and hearing the desperation in Kathy's voice.

"No, they don't believe me, he either paid them off or is untouchable" Kathy answered.

Alice could hear the genuine fear in Kathy's voice "has he approached you again?"

"He calls, I change the numbers and he has them within days."

"Is he listening to this conversation now?" Alice asked.

"He could be, I got a new phone but it's only a matter of time" she said resignedly.

"Is your house bugged?"

"It could be now" she told her about how she had put strings across the windows and door and how she had just discovered one of them broken. The fear was in her voice. She looked up and down the street again not sure what she was looking for and then went back inside.

"Give me your address" Alice commanded her.

"Why, what can you do?" Kathy asked.

"More than you know give it to me in case something happens, I'll figure out something."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you, involved you" Kathy fretted.

"Nonsense, you were good friends with Connie, she shared that with me, I consider us friends and if you can't reach out to a friend..." she left that hanging. 

Kathy asked "but what can you do?"

"Don't worry about it; go about things as you always do, just be careful, I'll see what I can do from this end. What's his name?"

"Eli Watson" was all she got before the phone went haywire, a high pitched whine sounding eerily in her ear. She looked at it in consternation before realizing that Eli had not only gotten into her house but somewhere he had installed a listening device, she wondered how much of that conversation he had heard. She quickly erased the memory, setting the phone to its factory setting to erase the call and hopefully any history or any other information he might be able to glean from it.

She felt better for having told someone, a sympathetic ear if all else. She didn't think Alice could do anything but deep down she was hopeful. Just telling someone had made her feel better, she didn't think Alice could or would do anything. Realistically though she was resigned, he had gotten into her home, he was here if not personally then at least spiritually and it felt ominous. He was going to get her, he was going to win, she couldn't go anywhere, and she couldn't do anything, not one damn thing!

He wouldn't get Kit though if it was the last thing she did, she would kill him first! An eight year old girl couldn't be exposed to such depravity, such corruption; she would do everything in her power to make sure he didn't touch her even if it meant giving up her freedom, giving up herself in sacrifice. She went out the front door to pick up Kit from school but her step wasn't a happy one. She never saw the car that tracked her the few blocks to school.

Alice knew what the noise on the phone meant, someone had blocked the signal somehow and given how little information Kathy had given her she guessed this Eli person was responsible. Her instincts told her a lot more and she sat down at her computer and punched his name into her search engine. Armed with the information she had within a half hour she glanced at a few of the monitoring programs she had installed on her computer, she smiled with glee, he had been a naughty boy and had software that tracked anyone trying to find out about him. Fortunately for Alice her software was better and picked up on his before it could do any damage to her computers. Eli was a prominent and rich business person but he had an evil side and while it wasn't published there were purchases on credit cards that showed exactly what he bought and it wasn't flowers and chocolates but rather whips and chains. A few of the items caused even her eyebrows to rise. He wasn't the pillar of the community, the philanthropist that she read elsewhere in the 'official' version of his life. His threat against Kit alone was a real one and the fact that he had messed with her friend Kathy had her packing a bag or two, a carefully packed bag or two. She was ready to go after she had found Kathy's new address on the internet and checked a few other things...

Kathy had never felt so all alone, she didn't know what to do. She knew it was only a matter of time before Eli showed up on her doorstep. He knew where she lived, she wouldn't answer the door, she couldn't hide, he always found her, and she had to protect Kit but didn't know how. He had bugged her house, she had looked all over in the pretense of cleaning but she didn't know what to look for and found nothing. Her phone was bugged, her car tagged somehow, she knew it, it was too coincidental that he knew every move she made, knew when to call her, where she was, what she was doing. She had even looked for hidden camera's but found nothing, again not knowing where or what to look for. Television had given people ideas for years and while she had avidly watched some of the detective shows she didn't have the mental fortitude to know really where and what to look for.

She heard someone around the house that evening but kept all the lights off as she played with Kit, pretending to make a tent in her room and shining flashlights on the improvised roof of her tent that was a sheet from the bed tied between two chairs. They had a lot of fun as they ate hotdogs and drank from a canteen. She didn't tell her ghost stories, instead she told her about college and her wonderful friends there, she even included Alice in them telling about how they had all enjoyed dating and going out together. She didn't include details about the experimentation they had all tried into drugs, sex, and other college things, things that were almost expected at that age. She hadn't tried it all but enough to know that she didn't want to get involved with anything that Eli was offering. She slept that night in a sleeping bag holding her little girl close.

The next morning after a laughing bath for Kit and a shower for herself she felt marginally better but was cautious as she walked her daughter to school. Today she spotted a car following her, it was too coincidental that the same car was there on her return trip from the school, the odds were against it and she saw someone at the wheel who looked vaguely like a man but she couldn't be sure as she slipped down a sidewalk that went along the back of some of the houses in the neighborhood. It was parked in her alleyway behind her house when she finally made her way home. She checked that all her doors and windows were locked as a dismal rainy day continued. She stood quietly in the middle of her living room hoping to hear some sound if someone was in the house but she either didn't have the patience or her stalker was better at this than she, probably the latter. She jumped a foot when her phone rang. Answering it cautiously she was relieved it was a question on some of her work, she answered the questions quickly and efficiently which satisfied the caller. She worried at every noise throughout the day which was frying her nerves.

It was still foggy and rainy that afternoon as she went to collect Kit from school. It was hard to see the car that followed her but she spotted it quicker this afternoon, she wondered if he was getting impatient. She was overly cheerful for Kit's sake and talked to her about going to McDonalds. They walked the blocks to it and enjoyed a meal together peacefully and then she saw the car sitting in the parking lot. When Eli walked in she was ready to leave with Kit. She couldn't believe he would stop her but he did, blocking their path out of the restaurant.

"Hello Kathy, how have you been" he smiled a fake smile at her, assessing her with his cool black eyes, telling her a lot more with that evil look, as though he already owned her. He was dressed in a business suit and looked like the successful businessman that he was, no wonder people didn't believe her about him. "And who is this? Why this couldn't be Kit could it?" he leaned down to her level and smiled charmingly to her "hello Kit, I'm Eli, how are you?" he asked.

Kit smiled up at the good looking man sensing none of the underlying wickedness that he exuded that only Kathy could pick up on, he looked like a friendly man and he knew her name! "Hi, you know my mom?" she asked with all the innocence of an eight year old.

He nodded "yep, your mom and I dated, I was hoping to meet you then..." he began.

Kathy cut him off "come on Kit, we have to go" she said hurriedly as she tried to brush by him.

He grabbed her arm and said warningly "Kathy!"

She wrenched herself away as she pushed Kit by her and out the door. She hurried along the sidewalk despite the rain trying to get as far away from him as possible.

"Mommy, mommy, mom, that man is trying to get your attention" Kit said as Kathy pulled her along holding her hand tightly.

"Hey Kathy, I can give you a ride" Eli called from his Mercedes.

She glanced at the black vehicle, it had so impressed her on their first acquaintance but now it symbolized terror and hurt. She saw the other car parked in the parking lot of McDonalds and someone watching them interact, so he had hired someone to follow her. 

"No thank you" she called politely as she crossed the street at the light and he was forced to continue on with the flow of traffic.

"Mommy why didn't you let that man give us a ride?" Kit asked as the rain continued to come down.

"It's wrong to accept rides from strangers" Kathy said absentmindedly as she watched for signs of the black Mercedes or the tan sedan she had seen.

"But he's not a stranger" she reasoned.

"Yes he is, he and I dated once and I don't want to see him again. He is a bad man and I don't want him talking to you ever again" she looked down into the frightened eyes of her daughter, fright caused by Kathy's actions and tone "you understand me?" she asked.

Kit nodded but didn't understand, he had been so nice.

In her rush to get home Kathy didn't really pay attention to the sidewalk and half a block before home she tripped and fell pulling Kit down with her. She scraped her hand that she threw out to catch herself and her knee. "Are you okay" she asked her daughter automatically, ignoring her own injuries from the pavement.

Kit nodded but then started to cry.

Kathy got up painfully from the fall and pulled her daughter up to look at her, she had fallen on Kathy and then rolled onto the grass, she was okay just startled and frightened from the abrupt fall. No cuts or scrapes.

"Look Mommy" Kit pointed to the tear in Kathy's jeans where blood could be seen seeping out.

"Well, we better get home and take care of that" Kathy tried to say cheerfully as she tried to walk painfully forward. It took a long time to make it home with her hobbling. Kit tried to help her but really how much help could the much smaller little girl be to her mother? Kathy let her think she was a big help though a she hopped painfully up the front stairs. She absently noted a brand new Pathfinder parked in front of their house, so new it still had dealer plates. A woman sat on their front porch swing watching them. Kathy stared, was it Connie returned from the dead? And then she realized who had to be!

"Alice?" she said in delight forgetting for a moment the pain in her knee. She was reminded of it sharply as she took one step towards her and nearly fell on her own porch.

"Kathy? What did you do to yourself" Alice asked as she stood up to catch her from falling.

"Oh, I fell on the sidewalk back there" she said as she looked at her in surprise smelling her delightful perfume.

"I can see that, your bleeding" she pointed out unnecessarily, the pants leg was getting soaked.

"Mommy fell bad" a little voice piped up.

Alice looked down at the little girl and felt her heart go out to the anxious face. It was like looking at a miniaturized version of Kathy. She was pretty and cute with a hint of a dimple on her freckled face.

"Kit, this is Alice, she's a friend of mine from college" Kathy quickly introduced them.

"One of the amigos?" Kit asked in delight.

Kathy smiled and Alice looked on in surprise "actually she is one of the Amigos sisters'" she corrected.

Kit wasn't disappointed, even a sister of those wonderful friends her mother had told her about was a good thing, she immediately accepted Alice.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up" Alice said as she put Kathy's arm across her shoulder to help her to the door. Kathy reached in her jacket pocket for the keys but Alice said "that's not necessary, I found it open."

Kathy's heart was in her throat, she knew she had locked the door. She looked at Alice in alarm.

"It's okay, I checked, no one is here" Alice reassured her quietly.

Just then a black Mercedes went by slowly, ominously on the quiet little street. The two adults saw it even as the little girl skipped inside. They exchanged a look and it told Alice a lot, she could see the fear, the terror in Kathy's eyes.

Alice helped her inside to sit on the couch. "Can you take off those jeans or do you want me to rip them?" she asked as she turned to Kit "where's the first aid kit?"

"I'll get it" the exuberant little girl answered as she ran off.

"I think I can get them off but ..." she said modesty.

"Don't worry about it, I've seen women's underwear before" Alice teased.

Kathy laughed despite the pain and allowed Alice to help her stand up and unbutton the jeans and slowly lower them off her bruised body. She sat down and Alice handed her a blanket from the back of the couch to cover herself modestly. The scrape on her knee was deep and bleeding profusely. Alice held the jeans to staunch the flow as Kathy hissed at the touch on the actual scrape.

"Sorry, it's going to hurt more when I clean it" Alice said.

Kathy was looking at Alice, she looked like Connie and yet, not. She had the same beautiful features but there was something in her eyes that said 'don't mess with me' some hardness like she had seen more, done more, and not enjoyed it. Kathy found herself analyzing Alice; she was not too tall, slender, but not too slender, with curves in all the right places, her blonde good looks were a stereo-type of blonde looks. Her pert little nose was over lush little lips that ached to be kissed, to be ravished. Her big brown eyes were so pale that they looked almost yellow. They were framed by dramatically brown and impeccably plucked eyebrows. Her looks though were a perfect foil for her forceful ways...Kathy found herself not resenting Alice taking over, giving commands, and her following them. In fact, she felt relieved that she had someone here to help her. 

"Here it is" the little girl had returned holding out a little box with a red plus sign on it.

"Oh good, Kit isn't it?" Alice asked and the little girl nodded. "You're going to have to be my assistant if you don't mind. Alice could see the little girl didn't mind.

"I need a wash cloth, one that has warm water on it, the warmest you can stand without burning your hand; can you get that for me?" The little girl nodded and ran off.

"You have children of your own?" Kathy asked her as she watched her handle Kit.

Alice shook her head "no, that's not likely" she answered.

"Why not, it's obvious you like kids, and she's responding immediately to you?"

Alice shrugged "I guess I never really thought about it, I never met anyone I planned to stay with for the rest of my life."

They both heard the water in the bathroom running. It was turned off abruptly and they heard the sounds of running footsteps. Kathy called almost automatically "no running in the house!"

Alice grinned, it was a little funny.

When Kit returned she handed a dripping washcloth to Alice. "Thank you Kit would you please turn on the lights here and that one" she pointed to a lamp "could you shine it on your Mom's knee for me?"

As Kit worked on the lights Alice replaced the saturated jeans with the wet washcloth and began dabbing at the scrape, it was pretty deep and full of gravel. "You should go to the hospital for this" she said under her breath so only Kathy could hear.

Kathy shook her head as she glanced at Kit who was busy maneuvering the lamp for light for Alice. It shined brightly on the wound showing the gravel. Alice opened the first aid kit and using a tweezers began removing the gravel into a coaster on the table besides the couch Kathy was sitting in. Kathy picked up the coaster and held it as she sat back trying not to cringe at all the blood and gunk or the pain as Alice cleaned out the wound. "You need stitches" Alice said as she looked at the gaping wound.

"Can you do it?" Kathy asked and Alice looked at her in surprise.

"You serious?" she asked.

Kathy nodded, she couldn't she wouldn't go to the hospital; somehow Eli would get to her there. She knew he was getting impatient, desperate. She didn't know what he was capable of.

Alice turned to Kit who was holding the lamp determinedly "do you know where your Mom's sewing kit is and some dental floss?"

The little girl nodded her head earnestly as she put the lamp back on the table and ran to get the items that Alice had requested.

"You know this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch" Alice asked Kathy.

"Yeah but I can't go to the hospital" she said sadly.

Alice nodded and then looked at the scrapes on Alice's hand while they waited for Kit to return. The hand wasn't that bad, a little blood but the washcloth washed off the dirt and blood in one swipe. The washcloth was becoming saturated with Kathy's blood from her knee.




Masterful Malice



Kit came back with the requested items and Alice had another thought. "Kit, have you or your Mom ever had a toothache?"

Kit thought for a moment and then said "yeah, last year I was losing this one" she pointed at gap in her baby teeth. "Mom put some drops on it and it barely hurt after that!" 

"Do you still have some of that stuff left? The drops?"

Kit rushed off.

"You're a regular MacGyver aren't you?" Kathy said as she held back the pain that was killing her from her knee and Alice's cleaning.

Alice laughed "if you only knew how much I am."

Alice dripped the anbesol on the wound and it numbed it enough that her stitches were barely felt. Using dental floss through the needle had been difficult, the eye had been too small but Alice managed to unravel the dental floss and use only one strand instead of the many. Three stitches on one section and one more for good luck and the wound didn't gape anymore. It didn't ooze blood either too much. Alice had flushed it all out with peroxide and then applied anbesol again before finally stitching the flesh together. She wiped away the dripping blood and applied a bandage to the sutured knee, covering it all up and absorbing the rest of the bleeding, hoping it would stop soon.

She cleaned up the rest of the leg from the dripping blood and dirt and covered it with the blanket Kathy had been holding for modesty. She had noted that Kathy wore French lace high tops and admired them without thinking about it. They fit her ass smoothly and snuggly, very attractively.

"Here you go Kit" she gathered up their supplies "we can put these away now."

"Is Mom going to be okay?" she asked her little girl's voice clearly worried.

"As good as new, she just can't walk around much for a couple of days" Alice reassured her.

"Who is going to take me to school then?" Kit asked.

"Well maybe I will!" Alice smiled and Kit took the emergency kit and other things to put away.

"Are you staying nearby?" Kathy asked.

"How about I stay here? Is that okay?" Alice asked as she looked at Kathy. Kathy was sweating, probably from the shock and pain of her little accident.

Kathy nodded and Alice called "hey Kit, if you've got some aspirin and water your Mom could use both!" and heard an answering yell.

"You've got her wrapped around your little finger" Kathy teased.

Alice laughed "yeah, it's the older ones that are harder."

Alice gave Kathy several aspirin for pain and had her drink plenty of water. She helped her to her bed and then told her to sleep. "I'll look around and see what I can find, I'll sleep on the couch if that's okay with you?" she asked.

Kathy only wanted to sleep but she had a worried look about her, she couldn't protect Kit if she was laid up. Something about Alice though let her take charge, let her take over; she nodded and said "thank you Alice, you're a Godsend."

Alice shook her head "I don't know about that but I do my best."

Alice with Kit's help brought in her two bags and made a bed for her on the couch. She read her bed time stories, made sure she had no homework, but really how many second graders did? Once she was sure that Kit was asleep she checked on Kathy, gave her ibuprofen for the pain since the aspirin wasn't working and assured her everything was okay. Then she unpacked one of her bags.

First she swept the house for bugging devises and found several. One by one she gathered them and put them in a plastic bag and then in the freezer. She double checked and found no more. Then she turned to Kathy's computer and first found a simple key logger on it. Next she used a device that plugged into the computer and wiped it clean. It wouldn't be hard for Kathy to set up her work again on the now clean computer. As she was waiting for her device to work on the computer she found Kathy's cell phones and the house phone and deactivated them. Using another device she took the bugs off of them as well. She found where a cell phone deactivator was located on the outside of the house and smashed it and put it in the trash. Next she checked Kathy's car and found a locator on it, a kind of poor man's GPS but this was not for a poor man, it's was highly sophisticated. She liked how it looked like the head of a bolt, not noticeable to the naked eye and she had nearly missed it the second time she went over the car, sure that a man this desperate to bug Kathy's house and take over her life would have tracking on her car. Finding it she had to whistle at its ingenuity. She went into the house and looked for a piece of cheese in the fridge. She carefully wedged the small button into the cheese and left it on the ground near the back fence near the garbage cans. Any self-respecting rodent would gobble up this treasure and not even chew.

She checked on Kathy again and saw she was sleeping; her opening the door though had the pretty brunette sitting up and looking around in alarm.

"I'm sorry to wake you, I was just checking to see how you were doing?" Alice apologized.

"Is Kit all right?" Kathy asked alarmed.

"She's fine, she's sound asleep" Alice assured her.

Kathy lay back against her head board "I'm sure you think I'm being paranoid" she said ashamed.

Alice shook her head as she leaned against the doorframe non-challantly with her arms crossed "not at all, all the bugs I've found in this place would say you're right on target."

"Bugs?" Kathy asked alarmed.

Alice was about to tell her and then her eyes narrowed at the mosaic design above Kathy's headboard, she squinted as she began to stalk across the bedroom and stepped up onto the bed. Kathy squawked as the bed leaned that way and she rolled the other way banging her sore knee. She looked over her shoulder to see what Alice was doing. She picked up the design from off the wall and pulled it abruptly...behind it a cord went off into the wall.

"What's on the other side of this wall?" she asked Kathy angrily.

"A closet" she asked confused wondering what was going on.

"Here, hold this" Alice said as she handed her the wall hanging. She searched for and found the closet door outside in the hall and opening it she looked for and found the other end of the camera device she had been looking for. Looking through the hole carefully drilled through the wall she saw that it had bounced the image off a mirror that Kathy had over her dresser and gave a pretty good view of her bed at all times. She unplugged the device and pocketed it, returning to the bedroom.

"Is this what I think it is?" Kathy asked as she played with the little eye of the camera, the now unattached cord in her hand.

Alice nodded as she put her finger to her mouth; she hadn't gotten all the listening devices after all and cursed herself for not thinking of camera's, after all, she had done something similar not too long ago. Heading to her bag she pulled out a modified stud finder, it was kind of like an electronics finder instead and began running it along the walls of the living room, the kitchen, and then the two bedrooms and the bathroom. Fortunately the house wasn't that large but she found a couple cameras in each room, all carefully arranged to be part of the décor. The ones in Kit's room were actually stuffed animals that were usually used for nanny cams. He now knew that Alice had all his devices and had heard them and seen them removed. She had quite the little collection as she showed them to Kathy and laid them out on the bed.

"My God, he installed all this? When?" she asked alarmed wondering how much he had seen, how much he had on tape probably. She thought about how often she walked around her own bedroom naked, the bathroom, changing clothes, etc and her eyes widened in consternation.

Alice shrugged philosophically "it only takes a moment to install one of these listening devices and to know you will be out at the store or school or something for so long..."

Kathy was appalled "but what he could have seen."

Alice took her hands "look Kathy, he's a perv, you know it, I know it, and he knows it. You have to get out of here. I think I've gotten all these things but I thought that once before and then I found the cameras. You're not safe here, you can't stay here."

"But where will I go? I can't afford to go anywhere" she answered alarmed and defeated.

"But I can and I will" Alice told her firmly.

"I can't impose on you like that, you've already done so much, look how much you've done" Kathy protested her big brown eyes looking like a wounded deer as she spread her hands at the pile of things Alice had found on the bed.

"Yes you can, we're friends aren't we?"

Kathy shook her head and said "you were Connie's sister; we weren't really friends like..."

"Don't you know how much your friendship meant to Connie? To me? She shared it with me like I was one of the four amigos, I didn't have a lot of friends at Harvard, I didn't have time."

Kathy looked at her, the pain in her knee, the fear in her heart and this woman was offering to save her. "You don't really know me..." she began.

"Look Kathy, I can afford to help you. I drove straight up here after your call yesterday, I'm a little beat, I need to sleep. He can't or won't do anything with me here, I'm pretty sure of that. We can plan but I suggest we write it. I think I got all the bugs, all the cameras but I'm not sure, I don't want to take any chances."

Kathy looked alarmed and looked around worrying what else they would find. She wondered if he could see her at this moment, right now he was watching her, watching them. She was very frightened. "I don't know..." she began.

"I do" Alice interrupted as she assured her trying earnestly to convince her "I can take you away from here; you can do your work from anywhere right? You just need a computer right?" she asked and Kathy nodded, she began to whisper "then it's settled, I'll take Kit to school tomorrow and you and I will begin to pack as though you're going away on a vacation. We will take a couple of suitcases and tell Kit you are visiting me down south. It will be safe, it will be like a real vacation and get you away from this nightmare" her arm encompassed not only the room they were in but the house and perhaps all of Portland.

"You drove all the way through?" Kathy asked hesitantly and Alice nodded. No one had ever done anything like this for her and as she thought about what Alice had already done her glance looked at the bugs and camera's, she couldn't accept defeat, she had felt defenseless before, Alice had done so much so quickly. "How did you know...?" she began and Alice shushed her by putting her finger on her mouth.

"We will discuss all this when we are alone" she said meaningfully as she glanced at the devices on Alice's bed. She gathered them up and put the bugs back in the freezer, it would screw up their circuitry. The cameras she looked at thoughtfully and then dropped them in the garbage beside the refrigerator, the cheap bastard couldn't even buy decent cameras she thought angrily.

"Alice?" she heard Kathy call and returned to the bedroom. "Could you help me to the bathroom?" she asked as soon as she came around the corner.

Alice grinned, she didn't mind, she actually didn't, something about Kathy's plight struck a chord in her chest, almost atonement for something she had done at some point previously in her life.

She propped her up and helped her onto the toilet but Kathy sat down and wiggled out of her underwear as she left the room, she heard her tinkling into the bowl and nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all. She helped her back to the bedroom and asked "do you want some more pain killers?"

"No, I've had two, I can't have more this soon can I?" Kathy asked.

"Actually you can have up to 2400 milligrams a day without hurting your liver, each pill is 200 milligrams, so here, don't be brave, take some more" she handed her the bottle and then a glass of water that was on the night table.

"What would I have done without you Alice" Kathy asked as she shook out three pills and swallowed them.

Alice smiled self depreciatingly as she put the water and pills on the night table again. "Come on, you'd have thought of something else" she said as she helped tuck Kathy in.

Something in Kathy's eyes though told her how desperate she had become. "I don't know what Alice, I'd have killed him if he touched Kit and tonight he almost did." She told Alice how he had approached them at McDonalds and about the car following them. Alice asked a few questions and before they knew it was getting late and Kathy was yawning which translated to Alice who was exhausted from the trip, yawns being contagious and all.

"Alice, can I ask another favor?" Kathy asked hesitantly.

Alice nodded wondering if she needed more water or something.

"Could you sleep in here with me?" she looked everywhere but at Alice.

Alice gazed at her for a moment before she said quietly "I'll go get my things and make sure everything is locked up."

As they drove south they encountered a little snow. Alice expertly drove her Pathfinder through it and Kathy relaxed once they were beyond it. In fact the further they got from Portland the more she relaxed. It was dark and she was getting hungry but she didn't want to suggest they stop as she didn't want to impose on Alice any more than they had already. She had done so much for them.

Kathy had woken with Alice beside her on the bed wrapped in the extra blankets she had made her bed with in the living room; she had refused to crawl under the covers with Kathy but hadn't explained why. Kathy had given half of the queen sized bed gladly but still she kept strictly to her side. She looked down on the blonde gazing in rapt fascination but some sixth sense or something had woken Alice and she looked up at her with her strange yellow gold eyes.

"Is something wrong?" she asked huskily, her mouth still dry from sleep.

Kathy shook her head, a strange look on her face. "I'll get up and get Kit ready for school" she went to get out of the bed and then winced at the pain emanating from her knee.

"Stay there, I bet Kit can get herself going and will be happy to help me" Alice said as she watched Kathy and got herself out of bed.

"I'm going to have to get up eventually" Kathy answered.

"Yeah, but I'm here to help, let me" she answered as she got out of bed and headed for the second bedroom.

Kathy watched her go, she was dressed in jeans and t-shirt, almost as though she were ready for something, anything. She was an odd woman, prepared for almost anything it seemed. She had those gadgets that had found the bugs and she just knew things...Kathy had had a lot to think about since last night.

Kit was thrilled to help Alice help her get ready for school delighting in telling an adult what needed to be done. When Alice prepared a tray to take into her mother and helped her to the door letting her take it the last five feet to her mom on the bed she was so proud. Kathy smiled indulgently asking Kit if she had enough to eat and Kit kept up a constant stream of chatter as Kathy ate her cereal.

Alice handed her a pad of paper and a pen and said in an undertone so Kit wouldn't hear "write the school a note to let them know you're going away and that Kit won't be in school this next week."

Kathy nodded and began to write as Alice took the dishes into the kitchen and Kit directed how they were put into the dishwasher. The kid was a riot and Alice was really enjoying her. Kit grabbed her backpack and Alice the note and they went off to school together, Alice carefully locking the door behind her as they went out to her truck. The truck she had needed to buy...

Kit got in the Pathfinder with awe "is this new?" she asked in wonderment as she buckled into the backseat, Alice had insisted as she didn't have any idea the laws of this state in regards to child seats.

"Yes it is, do you like it?" she asked the precocious little girl.

"Ours is ancient" she said repeating what she had heard her mother say time and again.

Alice watched the mustard colored car that was parked down the street watching Kathy's house. She drove down the street and Kit directed her to the school.

"Oh no, we forgot to pack me a lunch! Mom always packs me a lunch!" Kit said when they pulled up into the line in front of the school.

"Have you ever had hot lunch?" Alice asked as she reached into her pocket.

Kit's eyes shone when she answered "no, Mom says it's better for me to eat what she makes."

'Probably cheaper too' thought Alice as she replied "well I'm sure she won't mind this one time" Alice said to her as she handed her a five-dollar bill knowing that was way too much for hot lunch but she wasn't sure how much it would be. "Make sure you get me the change okay?" she informed the youngster.

Kit nodded earnestly as she put the money carefully in a zippered pocket of her backpack. 

Alice handed her the note her mother had written and instructed her "you have to turn this into your teacher first thing okay, don't stop to play on the playground, go straight to your teacher and if she isn't there you turn it into the office okay?"

Kit nodded again solemnly, a note from her mom to the teacher was a big deal, and she didn't want to mess that up. 

They inched their way up the line car by car and finally they were in front where three cars disgorged their students at once. "Bye Kit, I'll see you after school here with your Mom, now don't forget, I'll be here with your Mom and no one else, okay?" she tried to say in a way that wouldn't frighten the little girl but stressed the importance of what she was telling her.

"Okay Alice" Alice had given her permission to call her by her first name "I'll see you later" she said flippantly secretly thrilled to know she would be picking her up after school. She waved as she left and headed for the front of the school and the front door. Alice waited until she went inside before she left much to the annoyance of several drivers behind her but she ignored them as she made her way quickly away from the school and back towards Kathy's.

The mustard car had moved but the man was still inside when she returned. She backed into Kathy's driveway and parked so the back of the Pathfinder was near her back door. She got out, pressed the security button on the keychain and locked it up. She made her way to the front door and checked the string she had put across the door, it was unbroken. She had had to be quick so Kit wouldn't notice what she had done; it was subtle, but effective. No one as far as she could tell had been through this door since she left. She unlocked the door and went in.

"Kathy?" she called as she glanced around suspiciously not trusting just a string.

"Yeah?" she heard from the master bedroom. She headed in there as she looked in each room on her way.

"Everything okay?" she asked as she looked in the bedroom.

Kathy nodded as she grimaced, she was trying to walk and her stiff knee wasn't helping things.

"Here, let me help you" Alice said as she saw her try to grasp the blanket across her legs. She put Kathy's arm across her shoulder and let her hobble against her in her underwear as she helped her to the bathroom. 

She let her sit there and do her business as she went to the closet she had found the first camera. Opening it she retrieved the suitcases she had seen stored there and put one in each bedroom as well as a couple of duffels in Kit's room.

"Okay, I'm done" Kathy called as the toilet flushed and water began to flow in the sink.

Alice opened the door and watched as Kathy tottered on one leg to dry her hands. She grinned at the sight and helped her hobble back to the bedroom. "Sit down for a minute while I check your dressing" she ordered.

Kathy watched Alice's bent head as she examined the bandage carefully before gently pulling it back. Some blood kept it plastered against her knee and she couldn't help but wince at the pain that caused. It didn't look pretty; it was swollen and discolored from the bruising but not painfully colored red as it would if it was infected.




Masterful Passion's



She could not believe the pleasure and pain she felt. Her Master had her tied to the bed for what seemed like hours but in reality wasn't all that long. This was her first time to be a Slave and her Master was doing all kinds of deliciously wicked things to her. She was highly aroused.

Her nipples stood hard and tight just waiting for the next touch. She felt an ice cube slowly run over her nipples then her Master's hand as he pinches them hard. She lets out a gasp of pain and he releases.

He reaches for the nipple clamps and slowly puts them on. He watches her face as he adjusts the pressure. At her nod he makes them a little tighter. Taking a candle he pours droplets over her breasts and sticks his finger inside her aching pussy. Finding it warm and wet he lets out a murmur of pleasure.

He works his finger inside her harder. She is almost over the edge with all the teasing going on. Knowing she's getting close he pulls his finger out.

Taking the ties off her arms he then attaches a collar around her neck. Pulling the nipple clamps she lets out a whimper of pain. He tells her to get on her knees.

She kneels for her Master on the edge of the bed. On her hands and knees he sticks his dick into her from behind. Her pussy stretched from his finger it slides right in. He pulls on the collar with each thrust, like a lead. 

Letting go of her collar he says, "You feel good slave, all wet for her Master."

Her response was a small moan. He takes his cock out of her and has her play with her clit. As she does so he slaps her ass and asks her who's pussy it is.

"It's your Master. Always yours." she replies.

"Good girl. It's mine to have whenever I please."

He then pulls her up by the collar and has her kneel on the floor. He pulls on the nipple clamps. She lets out another whimper as he does so.

Kneeling before her Master he sticks his cock in her face. She takes it in her mouth and sucks on it eagerly. She tastes her juices as well as his as she does so. Sucking harder she feels herself getting even more aroused and she feels him quiver as he holds back his cum. 

Suddenly he reaches down and rips the clamps from her nipples. She lets out a scream at the unexpected pain. He then reaches for the ice and holds a cube to each nipple. 

He says softly, "Trust me Slave."

Tears in her eyes she nods.

She leans down lower and kisses his feet as the pain subsides. He grabs her hair and pulls her head up to face him. He sits on the edge of the bed and has her worship his feet some more. She happily obliges her Master. Her fingers are stroking the tops of his feet as she tenderly kisses each toe in total submission. He slowly strokes his cock as he watches her kiss his feet and tells her she is a good Slave.

Now he wants her to worship his cock. She sits up and very slowly puts his tip in her mouth. Pulling her warm mouth out, she then takes her tongue and licks his shaft. Her hot tongue is almost more than he can take. He grabs her hair and pulls it as she takes his whole erection in her mouth. She's sucking hard now. He tells her to slap her ass with each suck. 

Obeying she slaps herself as well as she can in that position. Not satisfied at how she was slapping herself he decides to take over.

This time though he has her bend over one of his knees and she strokes his cock after each whack. When he's satisfied with that he reaches around her front and pinches her clit lightly until she whimpers.

She's extremely aroused and can't hold back much longer. She begs her Master to cum. On her knees she kisses his feet and asked him to let her cum.

He reminds her sternly that only he can tell her when to cum.

He yanks her to her feet and pushes her on the bed. He mounts her from behind and thrusts deeply into her. He has her play with her clit and he squeezes her neck while he's fucking her, harder with each thrust. Then he grabs her sore but hard nipples and pinches them. At her moan of pain he tells her she can cum for her Master.

Together they cum. As he ejaculates he pulls the collar on her neck until he's done filling her with his sweet juices. One final pull of her neck and he pulls himself out of her wet pussy.

Exhausted and sweaty they lay together on the bed. He has her lick him clean and when she's done she kisses his feet and thanks him for letting her cum.



Masterful Surprises



Author's Note: This story is based on the characters, Sir George and Patrice, from "A Masterful Seduction by the Book" that was published on Sept. 16, 2012. 

*

I got an email from George as soon as I got home. He said he had a wonderful time. He even admitted to be smitten, which I thought was an odd word to use considering that our first date went way beyond either one of us had intended. What was I thinking in agreeing to let him tie me up in his dungeon and get off in front of him in the way that I did? And why didn't I get pissed off when he left the room right at the moment I was about to come? Why didn't I get scared and totally freaked out when he didn't come back right away? Why wasn't I disappointed that I didn't get to come?

If anything I was hornier than ever and couldn't wait to get off, but no matter how long and how high I turned up my vibrator and no matter how hard I pressed it on my pussy, it just wasn't enough. The butterfly vibrator the G-spot bend at the tip? Not even close. I came like crazy but just couldn't climax. None of those things could compare to the way the softness and texture of that rope slid back and forth along my slit and being watched by him in the way that he did. I just couldn't get his mischievous, subversive smile out of my head. And, yes, there was something that was weird about being physically disconnected from him, but yet we were so mentally in touch and engaged. 

I went back, still unfulfilled, to read the rest of his email. He wanted to know if I was free for breakfast and for a trip to the Sunday flea market in town.

Absolutely.

I showed up promptly at 7:30 wearing a white denim mini skirt that I hadn't unpacked from my box of summer clothes for a couple of years. I decided to tone it down a bit with a cotton floral short-sleeved blouse and a pair of jute sandal wedges. I wanted to look casual and sexy but not like a hussy.

There was a Post-It Note on the door that read, "Went back to bed." Was I supposed to come in or come back later? I thought it was odd, but I decided to go upstairs to wake him or wait for him to wake.

I sat on the edge of his bed. He looked quite restful breathing softly and wrapped up in his sheet. After a few minutes, he woke up with a gentle smile on his face.

"Good morning," he said, yawning and smiling at the same time. "This is a lovely way to wake up in the morning."

I smiled. I thought that was a sweet sentiment, especially considering I was fully dressed.

But not for long.

He got up and told me to take my shoes off and lay on my back on his bed. 

"Open your legs," he said. His voice changed from groggy and sweet to stern and demanding.

I complied, letting my skirt hike up past my hips.

"Wider. Legs up high," he barked. 

I did what he said. It wasn't my idea of how I wanted him to see me exposed for the first time -- my pussy open wide and splayed in front of his face -- but I had the feeling that little would be my idea with him.

He looked deeply into my wide open hole. Thank goodness I shaved before I came over.

"Let this grow out a week or two," he said. "I'll want you to get a Brazilian. And get your manicure, pedicure and whatever else you get done at the salon, too. Make the appointment and I'll pay for it. I'll expect you to look polished and perfected for me."

Wow. What an offer, especially with me laying on his bed holding my legs up spread eagle. I was stunned.

"What do you say?" he asked.

"Thank you, sir." I replied.

"Nice girl," he said. "Actually, bad girl. You're being such a bad girl."

"I'm only doing what I've been told, sir," I said.

"What kind of girl shows off her cunt like that?" he asked. "Her shaved, wet cunt? "

"I do, sir," I said. "Because you told me."

"I did," he said. "I thought you'd be more of a challenge and not as wet. A girl with a wet pussy is a bad girl."

I was confused. I knew this was all about me trusting him to let go of my inhibitions, and exposing myself to him wasn't an easy choice to make. And how could he expect me not to be wet? He was hot, he was attractive, he was sexy, and I was so into the way the way his mind works.

He pulled a rope out of his nightstand and trussed me like a Thanksgiving turkey ...

He prodded a finger deep inside of me swirled it around, massaging and tickling my inner walls and getting them rather wet. 

Then pulled his fingers out completely. I looked at him and begged for more with my eyes. 

He pulled his boxers down and pulled out his thick, large and fully erect cock. It looked almost bigger than life for the moment just before he shoved it in my mouth without warning. I was concerned with fitting him into my mouth width-wise without my cheeks pinching and hurting as they puckered, but I really didn't have time to think about it. I figured he'd want it sucked hard by the way he forced it in and out of my mouth. Luckily, I knew enough to take him in slightly off to the side so he wouldn't set off my gag reflex when he hit the back of my throat.

I liked that he was vocal with his grunts and groans. Obviously, I was doing a good job if he couldn't speak. He just kept going at it non-stop. I really needed a break. The moment I let up on my tight grip and couldn't take him in as deeply as I could, he reached for a short wooden paddle and swatted my ass cheek hard. I jolted and felt a surge inside of me before I felt the hurt. My cheeks pulled in again harder, even if it was hard for me to suck him with this kind of intensity. He smiled the moment he felt my effort. 

"Nice, better," he said. "Now remember what will happen if you let up again."

It wasn't going to be easy. He was relentless and it was starting to get difficult to keep my arms and legs tied up in the air the way they were.

His breathing became shorter and more clipped and the forceful thrusts became shorter and deeper right before he was ready to cum. I knew I wouldn't have a choice but to swallow the moment he shot his wad in the back of my throat, I mean shot. It was forceful and almost endless as his cum continued to drain down my throat.

He pulled out and stroked himself until he finally went limp. The smile warmed on his face as he went flaccid in his hand. I couldn't help but smile back. 

He turned me onto my side, sat down next to me on the side of his bed, and kissed me appreciatively.

"How would you have liked it if I came on you instead?" he asked.

"If I wasn't dressed or had something else to change into, that would be hot," I said. 

He grinned and said something about underestimating his instincts about me. I'd have to ask him about that sometime when he wasn't preoccupied with untying me. He gave me a nice rub-down on my lower back, which was starting to feel strained. He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. It was all so nice, even though he left me totally unfulfilled.

He got dressed and asked me where I wanted to go for breakfast. After what I did for him, I made it someplace nice, and not some greasy spoon. Besides, I was in the mood for a Chicken Marie Frittata and mimosa, and I figured he'd appreciate the place. He did, especially the toast and mushrooms. It was something I never heard of before, but he told me it was a traditional English dish that his mother his mother makes with homemade brioche. 

"She's British?" I asked.

"Very," he said. "She'll fall in love with you when she meets you."

I was surprised to hear he already had me meeting his parents in mind. Actually, for as intense as our morning started out, I was surprised our conversation shifted this way -- like two proper adults quite taken with each other talking about food, stuff going on in the news, work, music, and all kind of other things besides a quickly evolving relationship that was as confusing as it was alluring. It was all so natural and familiar to him and I was had all kind of wonderment about how I could be so scared and secure with it. One moment he was rough and harsh and the next moment I never felt as pampered and cherished. I had lots of questions, but breakfast in a small, intimate and well-appointed café was not the place to ask the questions I had.

But that didn't stop him from asking me to do something rather embarrassing and inappropriate.

After he paid the check and before we left the table, he said, "When you get up, push your seat back and spread your legs until you know I've gotten a chance to see your pussy before you stand up."

"Here? In front of all these people?" I asked.

"I'm sure they won't be paying attention," he said. "Besides, I'm the only person facing this wall. No one else will see that delicious cunt of yours. Now what do you say?

"Yes, sir," I said.

I slid my chair back and quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking our way. Seeing the coast was clear, I spread my legs and looked at him to make sure he got his quick glance.

He was fidgeting with his wallet, looked up quickly at me, and said matter-of-factly, "OK, let's go."

Not even a smile? Not even a lecherous leer?

"I thought you'd get your kicks out of this," I said.

"I did. Immensely," he said, giving me an affectionate peck on my cheek.

The flea market was an unusual spot. It wasn't junk, but rather a lot of high-end antiques and collectibles. He said he often came down just to people watch even if he had no intention to buy anything. I could see why. The people that wandered around the building, which was also the farmers market on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, were a mixture of well-heeled suburban types mixed in with the younger hipsters and older more eccentric disheveled types.

We stopped to look at a box of 8-tracks and laughed over some of the worst of '70's music that filled it -- Leo Sawyer, Bobby Vinton, Gerry Rafferty. He was transfixed on a collection of rather dirty and primitive collection of old surgical tools. He stopped to look at some furniture and said he had found some of the best finds in his house here and places like this.

Then he stopped in his tracks when we passed a stall with vintage dresses. Most of them mod styles from the '60's. He was transfixed on one in particular. It was a sleeveless A-line mod mini dress with loud and colorful concentric dots on a black background that shimmered in metallic threads that wove through the fabric.

"Here, try this on," he said. 

I slipped behind the curtain of a makeshift fitting room and slipped it on. It fit like a gem and looked great on me. The only think I didn't like was the abrasive fabric. It rubbed against my skin like a Brillo pad. I came out anyway and showed it off to him.

He stared at me in awe and couldn't stop smiling.

"Perfect," he said. "What are you doing Friday night?"

"I could be free," I said. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise," he said. "Trust me?"

Trust. There was that word again, and one I was learning was a big part of a Dominant/submissive relationship, even more so than in an ordinary, run-of-the-mill relationship. I was already getting the idea why. It was essential to everything that happened Friday night and this morning, even though I didn't realize it at the time. At first I thought his kindness and romantic side was just part of the seduction, but I was beginning to see that he really was taken with me ... and had a very dark side, as well. It was times like this that I saw that he valued and respected me as a woman and a person, and I was sure he was only getting started with how he treated me in the dungeon and in the bedroom. 

Of course I trusted him. So far.

"Good, because I trust you, too," he said. 

I was glad he did. As a partner in an architectural firm that was internationally renowned since the days his grandfather founded it, he had a lot at stake to keep a very straight and narrow reputation, and I appreciated that he took this leap of faith in me. Then again, no one needed to know the private side of me that I was just beginning to uncover and discover. If word got out about the kinkier side of our relationship, it would be a career killer for me, too.

It drove me nuts not knowing what he had planned for Friday night. I felt like I was a little kid wondering what I was getting for Christmas and Friday night was Christmas morning. I kept trying to pry what he had planned through the week but he was resolute in not dropping any hints until Thursday morning.

"What time do you get home from work tomorrow?" he asked. 

"Around 5," I said.

"OK," he said. "I'll have someone come to your house to do your hair and makeup at 5:15. That should give us enough time to get you ready when I pick you up at 6:30. And don't wear a bra."

Someone was going to come to my house to do my hair and makeup? How cool.

A young wild-looking girl came to my door promptly at 5:15. Katherine, I assumed was in her early to mid-20's, had long, black dyed hair that looked like she slept on it for three days and was covered in tattoos and equally dark and loud makeup. I was supposed to trust her to do me up for the night?

But Katherine was a doll. She told me my gentleman friend must be an absolute sweetheart for setting her up to come to my house to work on me. I couldn't argue with that. She asked what our plans were and I had to tell her that I didn't have a clue. 

"Ooh ..." she said. "A man of surprises. Gotta love that!"

Indeed I did, even if he confused me at times. However, I wasn't about to mention that to a stranger. That would only lead to some very probing questions I just couldn't answer. It was a conversation that just couldn't go in that direction. I had to protect not only my reputation, but George's, as well. 

By the time she was done with me, she had me looking like a '60's socialite. She had my normally wavy shoulder-length dark hair pulled up in an elegant up-do. My makeup was fashionably understated. She did a great job with the eyeliner and fake lashes without making me look like a caricature or a clown.

George came in when Katherine was putting the finishing touches on me. He looked fresh and polished in a very well-tailored dark grey suit, fitted white shirt, and a lightly patterned purple tie that set off a sparkle in his eyes. He looked gorgeous in a very proper way. He looked pleasantly stunned and was at a loss for words until he gave me a beautifully wrapped gift box. It was light and almost weightless.

I unwrapped it and tried not to pull out what was inside in front of Katherine -- a black silk G-string. I smiled back at George and didn't say anything except "Thank you," although I wanted to ask him why he was breaking his no-underwear rule. He was grinning like an impish kid knowing that he made me uncomfortable in front of Katherine.

Then he gave me another small gift wrapped box. This one seemed to have something small and solid with a bit of weight to it inside. I opened this box a little more discreetly. I really didn't know what he was up to. 

It was a good thing I did. It was a small insertable vibrator. I knew this trick. Now only if I knew where we were going and what he had in mind. I couldn't ask him now. I just smiled and said, "Thank you," again without any embellishment.

"Aren't you going to show Katherine what you got?" he asked.

"Um ..." I stuttered, not knowing how to complete my answer.

"How about, 'Yes, sir?'" he said.

He was pulling the "Yes, sir" thing in front of Katherine? I was totally unprepared and a definitely ill-at-ease.

I pulled the contents out of both boxes and she smiled. She pulled the panties out of the box and stroked the expensive fabric as if she coveted them. She opened the box with the vibrator and started cackling loud.

George stood back and chuckled before he said, "Miss Katherine, do me the favor and let me see that Ms. Patrice is not wearing a bra under her dress."

"Umm .. Sir ... this is something I said I would consider," I said. "We never discussed this."

"My little kitten, you're right," he said. "Miss Katherine, just pull up her dress so I can see that Miss Patrice has followed my directions."

Katherine walked up to me with a wicked smile if she were all too happy to comply to George's request. She pulled the fabric up to my armpits and stepped aside so George could see me naked except for my strappy black dress sandals. He fell back on one heel, crossed his arms, and stared and leered at me for what seemed to be the longest time.

"Nice, very nice," he finally said. "Miss Katherine, ask Miss Patrice if you can fit her vibrator in."

Katherine gave me a wicked grin, waved the vibrator in front of me, and said, "Would you let me do the honors? "

I didn't know what to say. If I had some warning, I would have considered it right away, even if I was ashamed to admit, even to myself, that I was quite turned on by this situation.

I nodded silently.

Katherine asked me to get my lube. I assumed that she would put it on the vibrator and slide it inside of me. Instead, she put a dollop of it on the tip of her finger and waved in in front of my face before sliding her finger all the way up my vagina, stroking it and circling it and searching for my G-spot.

She got in front of my face, lip-to-lip, and said, "You really didn't need that lube. "

I tried to let out a sigh, but she kissed me first and wasted no time leading a very slow and seductive dance with her tongue. I was about to reach under Katherine's skirt to return the favor until George interrupted.

"OK, ladies, as much as I hate to break up the fun, we have dinner reservations at 7 o'clock, and we're already late."

Honestly, I forgot he was there. I wondered what he was thinking, but he had quite the smile on his face as he watched Katherine slip the vibrator inside of me and pull my panties on for me.

Before George let me into his car, he tilted my chin up toward his face, smiled, and looked directly into my eyes.

"You look stunning, especially with that finishing glowing touch she put on you," he said as he gave the vibrator a quick buzz.

I shifted my hips and legs. He gave me a warning that any tell-tale signs of him playing with his remote control toy would be rectified with a spanking.

We had dinner at new world cuisine-inspired restaurant that recently opened and was getting a lot of buzz around town. It was urbane and rather sophisticated with menu prices to match. At no time in the car or in the restaurant did he flick on the vibrator until our waiter came to our table. He didn't order for me, but every time I was asked what I wanted -- a cocktail, hors d'oeuvres, another glass of water ... anything -- I felt that tickling buzz go off. The more often it went off, the more I wondered if I could hold it in. It was getting pretty slippery and was afraid it would slip out. The silk panties provided a little bit of protection, but not much. Plus, every time the vibrator would go off, my nipples got hard and would rub against the rough fabric. Even the slightest move to pick up a fork or my glass of wine scratched against the tender skin that was stretched over my hardened buds.

I wanted to ask George what I should do in case my vibrator slipped out. I was tempted to comment about the sensations I was feeling, but not one bit of our conversation came close to sex, D/s, or even what happened earlier at my house. I tried to express my thanks for sending Katherine over to my house, to praise the job she did on my hair and my makeup. All he ever did was look dreamily at me and told me how stunning and beautiful I looked.

We went to an opening of a photography show at a gallery after dinner where he knew a handful of people. Almost every time I opened my mouth to say anything to anyone, that silent buzz would set off boisterous wild tingles inside of me. If I had my way, I wouldn't have said a word, but I couldn't pretend to be shy or risk coming off as rude ... especially any time someone approached me to compliment me on my dress, hair or makeup, which seemed to be at least half of the people there. Sometimes he'd give the vibrator quick pulses as I responded. At other times, he'd wait until I was in mid-sentence and give that tiny invader inside of me a long blast.




Masterful Surprises



His insistence on keeping my drink full and fresh didn't help. The alcohol made me want to let loose. It got me horny as hell. So far, I managed to keep my composure until someone he knew said to me, "Based on the way you two have been holding hands and grinning at each other the whole time you've been here, I bet the two of are going to have a hell of a night after you leave."

I didn't think of that as being an inappropriate comment. I just laughed and responded by saying, "I never know what to expect from him."

As the remark came out of my mouth, he turned off the vibrator abruptly and gave me a disappointing look. Obviously, I had too much to drink. When it came time for my third cocktail, I insisted on straight tonic and lime. George set the vibrator back on high and left it on.

"Not funny," I said to him under my breath, on the verge of arching my back and letting out a very audible string of pants.

He took me over to an empty and secluded corner of the gallery. He grabbed my wrists tight behind my back, pulled me in close to his side, and spoke in my ear with a stern, low and gravely whisper. He did it in a way that looked quite amorous to anyone that may have seen us.

"You were doing so well, my pet," he said. "But that remark just earned you ten spankings on top of the slip you made earlier. And you have no idea what I can do with this hand. Or where."

His threatening tone turned into a smile as he gave me a soft kiss on the cheek of the side of my face and let go of my wrists to grab one of my ass cheeks. I prayed no one saw that. 

My legs felt as if they were turning into a rubber jelly. It took everything inside of me to resist them from completely giving out on me. Finally, he shut off the vibrator and walked us out the door and into the parking lot.

George turned me toward him, gave me a firm, moist kiss on the lips, and said, "This has been a wonderful evening. I wish it could go on ... I wish this evening didn't have to ... "

The glow on his face went from a light pink glow to blistering shade of red that looked like a fresh sunburn. It was cute. It was charming. Even he laughed at himself.

"Can you get away for the weekend?" he asked.

"What did you have in mind?' I asked.

"And let you in on my delightfully wicked plan?" he laughed.

Another surprise adventure. I was up for it.



Mastering Bella



Chapter 1 - The New Job

Mel:

He is a mature successful businessman, married and with a son the same age as Bella. Their families have been close friends for many years and he had watched her grow into a lovely young woman. He had always shown an overt friendliness towards the girl and over the years he had made her aware of his fondness for her. Secretly, his friendly rapport and fondness for the small girl hid his many dark desires, lacking any opportunity to make them real, her total submission to him was the one dream, in his darkest thoughts that he desired become reality.

Bella:

She is a young girl, freshly graduated, a business degree in her hand eager to experience the world. About to start her first real job, a position offered by a family friend out of respect for her father and recognition of her abilities but also, unbeknownst to her, fueled by his desire to possess her. She is a nice girl, sensual but sweet having had the same boyfriend since her first year of college. They are adventurous but never quite rocking her world. She knows what she wants, or thinks she wants, but historically she is rather obedient letting others lead her along the paths of her life. 

The new job:

She stands before the building her eyes gazing up at the steel and glass façade, she watches all the well groomed and suited men and women bustle in and out of the entrance, she looks down at her own short skirted suit and flinging her arms wide spins around ala Mary Tyler Moore and enters. She feels small and a little intimidated by the men towering above her five feet stature as she rides the elevator and enters the business of her new employer.

Looking around she sees him at the reception desk talking to a blond bombshell of a woman and laughing gregariously his smile lighting his face as he turns it on her. She blushes not knowing why and moves toward him her heels clicking on the tiled floor. His arm goes protectively around her shoulders as he introduces her to the girl at the desk. "Dianne, this is my little ellie!" she blushes, then straightens and holds out her hand, "Hello, actually my name is Bella, nice to meet you."

He steers her around by the constant hand on her shoulder to various departments and other executives introducing her as Bella, for which she is grateful, wanting to put her best foot forward in this high powered world. She remains close to him throughout the morning trying to memorize a vast array of names before he finally takes her to his office suite. He shows her to the desk in the anteroom that will be hers most of the time she is here, she stows her bag and runs her fingers lightly over the well chosen furniture. She is taken into his office where he waves his hand at the opulent dark furnishings, all leather and mahogany, "and this is where I reside." Leaving her side for the first time he sits at his desk, she feels strangely alone standing in this grand office before him. 

Taking up some keys he continues speaking, "Over on the left behind the recess you will find a door to a small kitchen, I often entertain clients, the bar fridge must remain stocked to the list, and there is a menu, you must learn to cook all of the dishes, in case the cook is unavailable, I will put that in your training schedule." He had moved swiftly behind her propelling her to the door and opening it. Wide eyed and over awed by the sheer size of the company and the offices he owns all she can do is nod dumbly, "That would be 'Yes Sir'" he says with a smile but the sternness of his voice jolts her back, "Yyyes Sir." She responds automatically. 

Taking her by the arm he moves out of the kitchenette and turns her to another alcove in the same wall, "and this is my private bathroom, you may use it but only with permission from me understood, ellie?." She nods again speechless at the opulence of this ensuite, recovering as she feels him stiffen, stammering, "Yyy yes Sir." He smiles at her obedience, "You will use the employee bathroom down the hall if you have needs and I am not here" She is quicker this time, "Yes Sir." On the other side of the room two similar alcoves with doors he shows her to them, "This is a private meeting room", she looks in quickly as he hurries her on "... and this is where I rest should I need to stay in town overnight." The room was dark and foreboding a large four poster bed and strange benches in the large room. She barely had time to take it in before the door was closed. 

He takes her back to her desk, turning the computer on he shows her the personal messaging service from his office to her computer that must always be on and open. Content with her appropriate 'Sir's' in the right places and her natural bending to his needs he leaves her at the desk to explore her new surroundings. He tests her attentiveness by sending small IM's through to her and smiles at her immediate responses as she reads the duties and various schedules he had left on her desk.

..............

He had been patient and kind as she became acquainted with her role within his company. He talked to her often through the IM screen during the days when not in meetings, asking about family, friends, her boyfriend making her feel his fondness and genuine interest in her life. Over the first very busy weeks of her training he took the time to check in with her and adjust her schedule if need be, he became her mentor, her friend, and at times a stern father figure. He joked with her, played games, and chatted amiably, the conversations becoming more intimate as time went on. They played truth or dare, often, his questions becoming more personal and leading. Then he paused as he read her last response. He had hoped something like this would happen, but never expected it to. Here he was playing truth or dare with her again. She always chose truth ... she divulged a spanking from her boyfriend, she had liked it, the boyfriend didn't. With that, he was going to begin making his dream come true. 

He knew she would probably never play this with him again, and he almost backed down, thinking she would quit, or even worse, report him if not to someone in the company then to her family. He had to go through with it though. His long held desire driving him on, he started to type. She hadn't chose dare but he went on, "I dare you to let Me spank you, ellie."

Her im winked at her, she couldn't believe what she was reading, she had grown close to him, she adored him and the way he cared for her and made her feel so special, almost like her Papa. Perhaps he was joking with her again, not believing what she had told him about her date last night. Her mind twirled thinking of how she had felt getting a half hearted spanking from her boyfriend and she squirmed in her seat realizing she needed to answer.

He stared at the screen the message box was blank, for a while. He started to get scared, and then he saw she was typing. His heart was beating fast, and panic set in, before he finally saw what she was writing.

"Yes, Sir."

He typed back quickly, pushing her and his luck, "Then come into my office and close the door. When you enter my office you will obey my every command, you will lay over my lap without speaking and submit to my spanking."

She blinked at his response. This game was getting serious but it was just a game right? Was he testing her? Should she back down? Both of them nervous and strained for their own reasons, glued to the computer screen. She didn't want to be the first to back down and have him tease her. She typed, "Yes Sir". 

"Then come into my office ellie and close the door."

There was no response as she quickly entered his office and closed the door standing there like a frightened rabbit unbelieving of what she had just agreed to, thinking he was still playing with her. He sat seemingly impassive while his body ached for her, seeing the fear, confusion and the heat in her eyes he motioned her forward, "My lap awaits" She took a step forward and he held up his hand, she stopped mid step. "You agreed to obey me in this room did you not?" Visibly trembling she whispered, "Yes Sir." He pointed to the floor and empowered, growled, "Crawl to me". 

He watched as he saw the emotions play over her face, reluctance, fear, dread, excitement and finally submission, he let out the breath he was holding as he watched the beginning of his dream become reality, her small frame crumpling to a kneel then to her hands as she began to crawl towards him. He felt his cock stirring at the sight of her, his finally if only for this one afternoon.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, this man she had known her whole life was about to really spank her, the game had gone too far but why wasn't she stopping it? She realizes she wanted it! Oh man did she want it. Was there something wrong with her? Why was she feeling this way? Her eyes cast up at his strong frame in his big chair as she reached his feet and slithering like a snake she moved into his lap. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself. No words no discussion no petting her for being a good girl the hand crashed down on her ass hard, and she squealed.

He looked down on the beautiful angel crawling to him, his mind going to its darkest places and having to reel it back, so young and impressionable she does not realize her worth. He uses all his will power to sit impassively as she slides over his lap sure that she can feel this hardness in her tummy as he peels back her skirt, revealing a pink thong, raises his hand and smacks her with all his might. If only this once he will enjoy her, he watches as her tight muscles ripple under the onslaught and his hand prints shine red upon her white skin.

She squeals and pants, "owwwwwwww itssssssssss hurtssssssssssss." She squeals and squirms her legs kicking as he spanks her soundly she loses count as the pain fills her little body and heats her she becomes all to aware of the heat in her little pussy and the wetness on her thighs as he spanks her. Lost in her heat and need she cries out blinking tears to her cheeks.

His hand becomes numb as he spanks her hard relishing the give of the tight muscles, her cries and pleas to stop egging him on as he paints her tiny ass bright red. He stops as he sees her squirt unbelievably, her small body spasming over his lap.

Her mind locked in the power of this man she pants and squeals as he pushes her spanking hard and fast her body taking over as her mind reels she feels the heat and pent up need from an all too inept boyfriend lost in sensation she cums, hard and squirts over his thighs from this spanking alone. She feels him stop and dies inside, her shame filling her as she trembles over his lap, panting and sobbing. The heat of her flush filling her face, so ashamed, how could she have done that!

He grins seeing her body flush with shame, he holds her in place, knowing this is his moment. "For the next week, you will become my slave. You will obey me in everything I command of you. You will stay in my sight at all times and ask permission to leave if you must, even if only to go to the bathroom. I will own you and you WILL obey me. At the end of one week we will talk of this again." 

Laying in his lap having orgasmed at his spanking she hears his words, it is a statement not a question, she realizes he has given her no choices, she hangs her head in shame, trembling from what she has just done, she whimpers, "Yes Sir"