9 comments/ 87812 views/ 29 favorites Mastering Bella Ch. 02 By: xelliebabex Chapter 2 – Rules of the Game "His slave for a week." How bad could it be he had always treated her like a princess, even after her disgrace minutes ago and his demand of her total obedience for a week, he had picked her up kissed her tears away and sent her to his private bathroom to clean up. She stood before the mirror the reliving her shame, she was a bad girl and now Mel knew it, damn it! She chewed her lip wondering if he would keep her secret as long as she played his game. It was a game wasn't it? She stepped out of the bathroom her face fixed the only trace of what had just happened being her brightly coloured bottom. She walked to him feeling her face blush again and handed him her cum soaked thong. "Ok, all done. Please though, we both have people we love, and this was, ummm, fun, but I don't want any of them to know....." Seeing the deep blush and hearing the self recrimination in her voice he cut her off pressing his advantage, "That you let me spank you until you orgasmed? That you have agreed to serve me as a slave for no less than a week? That you, my sweet ellie, are indeed a naughty little slut!" He saw her blanch at the last word her head lowering to look at her shoes. Standing over her he lifted her chin, holding the pink thong before her, he smiled. "I understand I don't want to hurt our families either. But, you will call me Master from now on when we are alone. I my sweet girl am a Master and as such need a slave. One week here at work and at the end of the week we will talk again and move on from there." With that he stuffed the thong in his pocket and returned to his desk. Lifting an envelope to her he looked into her frightened eyes, "This is a list of rules you must follow for the week you may leave for home now and study it there. Be here early tomorrow we have much to accomplish, I will see you at 7am." Standing and kissing her cheek softly he strode out of the office for the day. Hearing her whispered, "Yes Master", making him smile broadly. She lay in bed that night reading over his instructions for the week, shaking her head. It felt so wrong, but, for some reason, she just couldn't say no. She should have said no, he was right she was a slut, she had wanted to feel him spank her, her boy friend was sweet but could never really spank her the way Mel had. She had felt his hard cock pressed to her belly her minds eye considering its size and shape, her boy friend paling in comparison to her imaginings. She fell asleep reliving the spanking and thinking of the week ahead, her hand trapped between her legs bringing out her second orgasm of the day. She woke early showering, shaving everything as instructed and dressing carefully, pulling her hair up into a neat ponytail, wearing a camisole beneath her blouse rather than a bra thankful for her small perky breasts and slipping on panties beneath her short skirted suit. Her make up in place she grabbed her bag and ran out the door just in time to catch the early bus to work. The absence of the usual human traffic made the building seem eerily deserted as she rode the elevator and entered the office quietly surprised to see lights on and that he was already there. She scooted to her desk and quickly typed "Good morning Master" to let him know of her arrival. He looked at his watch and smiled, right on time. He had spent the evening planning the week ahead, the years of built up need to possess this beautiful girl making him obsessed. He needed her to accept her new role, to enslave her body and soul, he only had a week and he had planned through the night before deciding on his next move. Smiling he typed, "Good girl you are here on time. Come to my office, close the door and strip then step to the middle of the room and wait." "Yes Master." Heart pounding she stepped into his office closing the door behind her. Feeling his eyes watching her intently she turned and stepped forward. Slowly she took each article of clothing and laid it on the floor beside her finally nude she padded over the soft carpet to stand at his mercy, his slave. She watched as he stood and moved from his desk, he prowled around her as he looked her over, head to toe, every inch never touching but so close she could feel the heat of his body on her goose bumped skin. Abruptly he stalked back to his desk, he told her to get dressed, and get to work, turning away from her to his work. He could see her confusion and disappointment as she got dressed and returned to her desk. He knew she was ripe for his picking, her obedience and willingness and more her humiliation and shame making her his play thing but he didn't want to push too far too fast. He needed her wanting more albeit needing more. He turned to her training regime on his desk top. Her culinary lessons were going well, she seemed to be getting a grip on the company people, he tapped his chin as he thought perhaps having her serve a dinner for some friends from the club might be in order soon. He sat at his desk his mind playing over the spanking of her, his cock swelling, his hand brushing over it feeling the arousal, seeing her naked and so willingly obedient almost made him forget his plans, his lust and need to dominate the girl, ringing at his core. He sent an IM, "Do you masturbate ellie?" He waited while at her desk the IM flashed, he could imagine her fidgeting, her pussy clenching at the question, she had already confessed so much more during their games, "Yes, Master, often." Choosing his next words carefully wishing to not only tease her but make her think, "That young man you see not enough to satisfy you, little slut? Perhaps this week will help to keep you satisfied." The box snapped shut from his end and she was left stunned to ponder his words. Busy at her work she did not sense him move up behind her until his hand curled over her shoulder coming to rest over her right breast, he leaned down to whisper in her ear "Just seeing that my little slut working hard." Stroking the hardening nipple and hearing her breath quicken, he smiled, removing his hand and walking out of the office suite turned to her, "You know ellie, this will be a most, satisfying, week" He kept her on edge all day with small touches and little teases always making her almost beg with her unconscious movements and blushes for more, satisfied that he had stirred her need throughout the day, he wanted more. The IM blinked on her desk. "Before you leave today little slut, you will present yourself at my desk and ask permission to leave my service for the day." "Yes Master." She typed and quickly hurried to finish what she was working on and clean her desk up. She trembled, he had teased her all day, her panties were wet and gooey, she couldn't believe she was feeling this horny. She blushed knowing she was being the little slut he kept calling her but she didn't seem to be able to help herself. She stood and entered his office closing the door and waiting for him to motion her closer. She fidgeted for minutes which seemed so much longer until he looked up at her and pointed to a spot on the floor beside his desk. "Here ellie." She almost flew to the spot wanting to be near him again, seeing the smile light his face at her eagerness, her blush filled her face again. "Before you leave there is one more thing I need to assess." He could see her quiver slightly as she took in his words. "Be a good little slut and bend over the desk in front of me, ellie" Seeing her stunned look he did not wait for her to move but stood, took her arm and pressed her down onto the desk, her feet barely touching the floor. Running his hands up her thighs spreading them wide he clicked his tongue loudly. "My my little ellie slut, what have you been doing today to get this wet?!" Hearing her squeak and seeing the deep blush he smirked satisfied by her reaction. She could easily have blamed his constant teasing for her state of arousal but she remained silent, ashamed at being called a slut by him. Running his fingers over the wet cotton pants he continued. "What should we do with such a wet little slut?" Hooking his fingers into her panties he stroked his fingers into her wet slit, watching her squirm and pant after all the teasing he submitted her to during the day. Grabbing her clit between thumb and forefinger squeezing slowly he growled, "Answer me little slut!" Hearing her whimper loudly and watching her tremble he smirked again. Pressed down to his desk, her thighs pulled wide she felt her humiliation at his words fill her colouring her face making her leak even more. His teasing hands and fingers kept her on edge all day, her small body strung out and needy for his touch. The feel of his fingers as they caressed her pussy making her hips roll unconsciously, her eyes widening as his fingers grabbed and the squeezed of her clit and she whimpered loudly, "Yes Master, I mean no Master, oh gawd! I don't know what I mean!" She squealed as he slapped her ass hard, he continued to squeeze causing pain to flare into her little body as she squealed again, her eyes filling with tears as he smacked her again demanding an answer, "Spank her, Master!" She felt him twist her clit as he spanked her little ass over again, arching up in pain, tears running down her face she orgasmed, screaming out her pain and need. Removing his hand he looked down at the slut, so pleased she had almost begged for it, he pulled her up, kissing her teary face as she shook uncontrollably in his arms, rubbing her back he soothed her. He walked her to the bathroom, "Fix your make up my little slut, we don't want people thinking I am torturing you," he saw her look up at his broad teasing smile blushing deeply as she lowered her head. She bent to wash and fix her face feeling him brush against her, the hardness apparent, her mind filling with images of what his cock must look like and she shivered. "Such a nasty little girl, but with the face of angel, you will wear those wet panties home ellie, let people wonder if the angel is as innocent as she looks!" He revelled in the look of horror on her face. "Tomorrow after you shower yourself, I want you to choose your favourite panties and stuff them inside that little pussy." His mind gave him the flashback of her tight newly shaved pussy from his inspection that morning."Then I want you to masturbate, bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm and then stop, dress yourself up and as soon as you get to work come to my office." Her eyes went wide, her heart began to race frantically, what he was asking was outrageous, yet her pussy contracted and she felt herself drip even more. With trembling voice she replied "Yes Master" He looked at her with piercing eyes making her blush more, his hand reaching around her to tap her wet cotton covered pussy whispering in her ear with a menacing growl, "No sex with your excuse for a boyfriend this week, ellie, you are mine. Understood?" Her face flamed brightly as she whispered, "Yes Master". She slept fitfully that night her dreams filled of him her body was so aroused she seemed constantly wet and needy. She considered ringing her boyfriend. How would Master find out if she did? Deep inside knew she would be left more frustrated and guilt ridden so she buried her head in her pillow and tried again to sleep. The following morning after long preparations she travelled to work, her legs fidgeting all the way as she commuted. She looked around to see if people could scent her arousal, her nipples constantly hard her need to cum making her small body ache. She went directly into his office on her arrival he was on the phone talking to some one as his eyes turned on her, a smile appearing. He reached for a pen and wrote "strip" on the notepad beside him. He turned the page to her and indicated the spot in front of his chair between his spread legs. Her legs shook as she obediently walked around the large desk and began to disrobe he covered the mouthpiece and whispered. "Slowly, is not a medical examination" he gave her a wink and she blushed and nodded her understanding stripping more sensually. Finally naked she heard him say, "Sorry Jim, I have to go now. I will call you later, someone requires my attention" He grinned at her and put down the phone. He inspected her critically, running a finger on her inner thigh to feel her wetness, sitting back he ran his tongue on the tip of his wet finger "Turn around and bend over little slut, legs parted, please" She turned and bent her small tight ass presented to him as he watched the little tip of fabric blossoming out of her pussy lips, he pinched it and tantalizing slowly he began to pull. Her eyes wide and almost teary with the whirlwind of emotions and feelings, he dragged the panties out watching her pussy leak more as they emerged from her. As the ball of fabric approached the entrance he yanked hard, watching her face in the reflection of the window as she bit her lip and whimpered. Smacking her bare ass, and telling her to stand up, he watched her critically as she straightened and turn to him. After his inspection he smacked her ass one more time and commanded her to get dressed, put the soaked panties on and return to her work. The blush and look of horror playing over her face pleasing him greatly as he turned his back on her and picked up the phone to resume his earlier conversation, his eyes focused on her reflection in the widows of his office. "Oh yes." He thought to himself, "a most satisfying week, and if his plan succeeds, much, much longer." Mastering Bella Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- three pleasures three punishments She returned to her desk, her face flaming in discomfort and shame. It hadn't even occurred to her to say no and to stop the game and she sat for long minutes wondering what could possibly happen if she did. "Gosh," she thought. "Would he fire her making her explain to their families why or tell them that he had had to spank her because she was so naughty? "Perhaps," she reasoned. "She could go to her father and tell him what this man made her do, but she died inside realising he had not really done anything she had not agreed to or asked for and she could not tell her Papi that!" She smiled thinking of her doting Papi, "She was his sweet angel, and she could not bear to disappoint him with the truth, that she was the little slut Master Mel called her." Lost in her reverie she did not see the IM blinking at her until it was too late and a third message appeared "IN HERE NOW!" She almost heard him yell it as she jumped and trembled in fear. She did not type back, she all but ran into his office stopping just inside the door. Without speaking he motioned her to close the door and pointed to a spot before his desk. Walking slowly to the spot she stood trembling as he finished typing notes into his computer. He looked at her with disappointment, and shook his head. His silence making her more nervous, he rose and stalked toward her pulling her skirt up exposing the still wet panties and slapping her ass hard. Enjoying her squeal, he turned her around and gripping her chin tightly he made her look up into his eyes. Leaning down into her face he growled, "I, Bella, am your Master! You, my girl, are my slave and your inattentiveness leads me to believe you need reminding of this." He saw her eyes dropping from his, "Look at me!" He growled into her face, relishing her whimper as her eyes lifted to him. She looked up at him and began stammering apologies, but he dug his fingers harder into the vice like grip on her chin silencing her as her eyes welled up with tears. She looked so beautifully vulnerable his cock stirred. "You will have to be punished of course, but I think you would enjoy getting another spanking wouldn't you my little slut?" He watched in satisfaction, her shame washing over her face as his dark eyes regarded her. "I am expecting one of the managers and I do not have time to deal with your disobedience right now," propelling her to the corner of his office behind his desk he continued, "Stand in the corner like a naughty little girl, while I see Kurt". He felt her stiffen and saw her hands start to pull her skirt down but he slapped her ass hard leaving a hot red print."Leave the skirt where it is. Fold your arms in front of you if you can't even follow that simple instruction." He heard her whimper and stifle a sob, a smirk lightening his face, he returned to his desk. She physically blanched as he heard him raise his voice and call out, "Come on in Kurt. Sorry my assistant wasn't there to greet you." She heard the deep voice chuckle as Kurt came in. "Not a problem, Mel. I see you have been redecorating in here. Very nice I must say, and that touch of red you have added, amazing!" Her mind raced, "Was he talking about her? Surely not." but she couldn't help the bright flush to her cheeks as she gazed out of the one sided window. She tried to stand still and not fidget hoping to fade into the background as they talked on about some client or another. Finally the meeting ended and Kurt left with a jaunty, "I think I might decorate my office similarly, Mel, but perhaps with a Nordic theme." He gave Mel a sly wink and added, "I am a sucker for a curvy blonde bitch, maybe its time to make Dianne my personal assistant." He laughed loudly as he left and she cringed inside. He left her standing there another half hour before finally calling her to him. "I hope I do not have to punish you again, little slave, and to help you with your attentiveness I have a gift for you." Opening his draw he pulled out a small hot pink cylinder, looking back at her as she eyed it curiously. "She really was an innocent," he thought to himself and smirked instructing her to go into his private bathroom and insert the new toy into her pussy like she would a tampon. He adored the way the emotions played over her face, blushing prettily as her mind fought her submission to him, "NOW, My slave!" She took the small object from his hand walking slowly to the bathroom, turning to shut the door she saw him looming there watching her "I need to pee first please, Master." She stammered. "Go ahead little slave, I am not stopping you." He turned away slightly but did not move from the doorway so as to keep it open. He stiffened turning back as he heard her sigh loudly, she did not seem to notice as she lowered the panties to relieve herself and inserted the toy. She stood pulling the damp panties back in place, her hands poised to lower her skirt, she heard him click his tongue and looked up to see him shake his head. Leaving it bunched up at her waist, she finished up washing her hands and followed him out to his desk. She saw he was frowning at her and she wondered what she could have done to displease him now. "Bella this is a day of lessons for you, it seems." He paused for a moment, letting her consider his words. "Slaves do not sigh at their Masters, understood! It is a simple, yes Master, because as my slave you will obey me!" his eyes bore into hers as he explained her most recent transgression. He watched the horror and shame watch over her face, her teeth biting at her lip again adorably. "It was like chastising a child at times," he thought. Her eyes wide she nodded, recovering enough to whisper, "Yes Master" as she saw him stiffen more in anger. She was frightened now, his obvious anger confirming to her that this was no longer game. It hit her like a slap in the face she rocked on her heels from the force of the new awareness of her situation. She knew she had come too far, done too much, let him do to much to her, to be able to back down or ask to stop, any words she had died in her throat. After minutes of silence she began to cry turning to run from him. He saw her breaking, the realisation of his intent dawning on her, this was his moment to begin making her truly his and he had to move now before she panicked and ran from him completely. He reached out with lightning speed and grabbed her arm before she could bolt. He held the remote before her wild eyes and clicked the button starting a low buzz in her pussy. She jolted and squeaked looking up at him. His deep voice crooned, "Yes little slut, I control that new toy in your pussy just as I control you. I am your Master." He looked into her fearful eyes as he stroked her ass, the toy buzzed to a higher speed, her breathing starting to increase with her sense of panic. He leaned down to murmur in her ear, "You like being my slut don't you ellie?" he moved closer still pulling her to him as he continued, "Not having to hide how naughty you are and the feelings in that tight little pussy when you are with me, you know you were meant to serve me." With that he slapped her ass hard, heating it with his hand print. Watching her bite at her lip he could see the emotions play over her expressive face as it filled with colour. "You can be yourself with me ellie, I adore all that you are and all that you can and will become for me." He could feel the heat rising from her, shame and fear mixing with the growing hunger in her green eyes. He was slow and deliberate in his choice of words, letting them invade her mind as she struggled with the realisation that this was never a game to him. He talked on relentlessly filling her head with his desires. "I have known you almost your whole life, so sweet, so innocent and so very obedient, you were born to be a slave, my little slut. You need a Master to give you the pleasure as well as the pain you crave." He kept his voice a low soft murmur in her ear but with a stern commanding overtone to his words. "You can trust me, ellie, I will care for you and keep you safe as I feed your cravings." He punctuated this with another slap to her already red ass. "All I ask little slave is that you serve and obey me well. I am a Master, ellie. You, little slut, are the slave I desire." She was panting now her body visibly shaking as he turned the toy up high and spanked her ass again. "I will own and care for you as my most treasured possession. As your Master, I will train you to please me and I will punish you when you don't." His hand crashed hard against her ass, she cried out her legs barely holding her upright as he fed her what she needed. Just as he desired to Master her she needed his controlling demands of her. He could see it and feel it each time she obeyed his increasingly deprecating commands, even now as he looked into her tear filled eyes. "You must trust and obey your Master, ellie." Spanking her ass again he growled low "Cum for me my little slut. Obey me and cum for your Master, slave." He placed his leg between hers as she rolled her hips, letting her grind her wet pulsing pussy onto him, watching as her head tilted back to howl. He wrapped his arms around her small body pulling her to him as she began to spasm and shudder, picking her up he carried her to an over stuffed chair and sat with her on his lap letting the buzzing inside her slowly fade. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to please him, to obey him, have him care for her and treasure her. She sat in his lap for a long time feeling him pet her, stroking her hair and back as she calmed down. Unable to speak her mind raced through everything he had said. The things she had done and let him do to her in the last three days, his words of trust and care, the pleasure and pain he gave her. She unconsciously squirmed chewing at her lip again. Her blush filled her face, her shame and humiliation rode the back of all the other emotions. She was still a little frightened of his anger and what this so called game really meant for her but she also felt his love for her. He was almost like a father figure, strict and stern but loving as she sat cradled in his arms like this. "Was it wrong of her to think of him that way considering what she had done and let him do to her? He not only accepted her naughtiness but encouraged it. He had brought her to screaming orgasms yet he had not sought his own from her." Her mind twisted with what she was feeling. She felt herself wanting to do that for him, the strong need she had felt to run from him pushed to the back of her mind replaced in this moment by a desire to please him as she mulled over his words, care, trust, love. She imagined what it might be like to be fucked by him and filled with his cum and she squirmed in his arms pressing into his strong firm body. He sat with her curled in his lap, watching her face knowing she was considering all he had said to her while he fed her burgeoning masochistic needs. He smiled as he watched her chew at her lip and blush prettily. He needed to possess this small beautiful girl, body and soul, to make her take more of his pain and suffer for him, but he needed her to come to him willingly. His thoughts turning darker, it was taking all his will power not to throw out his plan and take her body right now raping her and forcing her into his service. He decided he needed to go find one of the company sluts to work out his frustration on before he lost his resolve. Smacking her bottom lightly he roused her, "You have been a useless personal assistant this morning little slut, back to your desk and work, I will buzz you if I need you." He smirked as the toy buzzed briefly making her gasp and understand his meaning all too clearly. He helped her from his lap, smiling as he took in her disheveled look and her glowing wet thighs. "You may use my bathroom to clean yourself up, little slut but leave the toy where it is." He smirked as she gasped looking back briefly at him. "Yes Master." Hurrying into the bathroom and looking into the mirror she wondered if she would ever stop blushing when she was with him. Quickly fixing her make up, and cleaning away the evidence of the pleasure he gave her she winced as she twisted to see her reddened ass. Emerging from the bathroom she saw that he had left without a word and returned to her desk feeling oddly lonely without his constant presence. A few hours later she felt the toy start to buzz again moments before he walked back in looking relaxed and smiling at her cheerfully. Taking in the smile on her face at seeing him, he moved behind her looking over her shoulder at her computer and placed both hands on her tits squeezing them until she whimpered softly, "Working hard my little slave?" Before she could answer she saw Kurt swagger in with Dianne, the blonde bombshell from reception at his side. "Good afternoon Mr White", Bella smiled, trying to ignore the fact that her Masters hands were still kneading at her tits, though the blush entering her face spoke volumes. "Bella honey, I missed you this morning, I hope you were not in trouble." The seemingly always exuberant Kurt White winked and chuckled, "Dianne is my personal assistant now and I need to take her shopping for some things to be able to train her properly in all that her new role entails." He grinned mischievously at Bella, "Mel wants some things for you too lucky girl, but we need some sizes and measurements. Although from what I can see your training has been very hands on." He laughed good-naturedly and looked to her Master's hands still covering her small tits. "Come on into my office while I make a list." Her Master laughed along with Kurt, pulling her up by her tits and smacking her ass lightly to make her move. Steering her to the middle of the room, he raked her with his eyes, "Strip Bella so Dianne can get accurate measurements." He stared at her with a stern look as she hesitated. She stood frozen unbelieving, the toy buzzed harder making her gasp and look up and he raised his eyebrow at her. She swallowed hard shaking her head slightly. "NOW Bella!" anger flashed into his eyes as he looked at her. Fumbling with shaky hands she dropped the skirt and took off her jacket and blouse handing them to Dianne who checked sizes and made notes, "The camisole too ellie, you can keep your filthy panties on for now." He continued to stare angrily at her. She was mortified at his words and the camisole came off. He turned from her once she had completed undressing, the two men moving to her Master's desk to discuss his list quietly, watching her from a distance. Dying inside she stood almost naked and trembling as Diane poked prodded and measured various parts of her small body, including her wrists, ankles and throat for what seemed an eternity. The blonde woman's hands seemed to enflame her more as the toy buzzed on making her wetter and her nipples impossibly hard adding to her humiliation. Kurt smiled broadly at her seeing Dianne finally stand and roll up the tape measure, "Come slave, let's go shopping!" Bella tensed but he took Dianne by the arm swept her out of the room, calling back over his shoulder. "We will see you in a few hours Mel." Bella's eyes widened at hearing the word slave directed to another girl and she turned to watch them go. Beckoning her closer by pointing to a spot on the floor behind his desk close to him, he watched her almost naked form pad silently to the spot. "Have you enjoyed wearing those filthy panties all day?" He ran is hand over her hip and pussy feeling her wetness. "No Master". He smiled, "Good take them off and the next time you are tempted to wear panties think of how this felt." His smile turned serious, "You will not wear anything covering your little pussy again without my express permission. Do you understand my slave? Or your discomfort will be much worse I promise you." His eyes searched hers being sure she understood this, like all his commands, was not negotiable. Taking the reeking sodden panties off she stood quivering and naked before him, taking a slow breath she whispered. "Yes Master." Reaching to caress her cheek lightly he pulled her down bending her over his lap speaking softly but with an edge to his voice. "As my slave when I ask you to do something you obey, is that correct slave?" Not giving her time to answer he stroked his hand over her trembling ass continuing. "It is what you agreed to. Yet for the third time today I find myself having to punish you." He had left her no room to answer him and he smiled as she whimpered. "Your hesitation when I asked you to strip was not acceptable, you will obey me slave regardless of who is in the vicinity." He felt her tense as he outlined his displeasure. "You must trust that I will not endanger you. Kurt too, is a Master and Dianne his slave." He let sadness and disappointment creep into his voice. "Your refusal to strip when I commanded it was a reflection not only on you, little slave, but on me as your Master." She cringed at the tone of his voice finding herself ashamed of having displeased him yet again, the need to please he had stirred in her earlier making her want to beg for his forgiveness. She started to voice her plea, but she silenced her, "I understand you are sorry slave girl and it saddens me that I must punish you again, but you will learn to trust and obey me in all I ask of you." She was whimpering in shame as well as the heat he was causing to grow in her with his stroking hand and the toy buzzing deep within her dripping pussy. She felt his hand lift and she braced herself thinking he would spank her but it was replaced with the feel of a thin rod caressing her skin his left hand moving under her to stroke her pussy adding to the mix of emotions rolling through her. She squirmed at his touches, her squeal and surprise as the cane struck her ass biting into her flesh making her bounce in his lap her feet kicking up. She felt his fingers dig into her pussy and clit holding her in place and she cried out again, her panting and whimpering turning to pained howls and gasps as he struck her twice more. Three throbbing red welts appearing on her skin for each of her transgressions that day. She could feel the welts burning into her skin as the cruel cane was replaced by his hand once more. His fingers twisting and pulling on her swollen clit as he spanked hard over the welted lines tirelessly, making her twist and buck in his lap crying out in her pain and need. He watched the exquisite small body thrash over his lap. His joy and arousal evident as he watched her suffer and cry for him, he was her Master, his long held desire to own her becoming reality. At the end of the week she would accept her place as his slave willingly or he would take her by force if necessary but he knew he could not let her go. He spoke again low and growling, "Cum for your Master little slave, show him how much you love his pain." Her body contorted arching up, tensing and shuddering as she exploded at his command her mind lost, floating in a cloud of pleasure and pain for the third time that day, she screamed for him and passed out. Mastering Bella Ch. 04 She woke dazed and confused, still naked she was nestled in Master's arms on the large over stuffed couch in his office. He held her gently, protectively like that of a sweet lover. Her body told her otherwise though and she needed desperately to stretch her aching muscles, gently she tried to wriggle free from his arms only to feel them tighten around her. Giving up she rolled in his arms to her back and stretched her body feeling the muscles protest and ache more. She looked up into his eyes as he regarded her, finally releasing his hold and running his hands over her body as she stretched like a cat. "Mine." He said simply. He smacked her hip lightly, "It is getting late little ellie, you were out for a while, I have a car waiting for you down stairs at the entrance to take you home." He smiled at her softly, "You had better get dressed and go home, before I find more for you to do here." Her eyes widened and he chuckled. "You can tell anyone that asks I kept you late at work for training purposes." He laughed genuinely at her blushing face as she rose and watched her dress. She winced, tendrils of pain flowing into her as she smoothed the skirt into place over her ass. She entered his bathroom briefly to fix her hair and make up as best she could before walking behind his desk to retrieve the discarded filthy panties. Balling them in her hand she obediently presented herself asking, "May I be excused for the day Master." He beamed a smile at her and picked her up to kiss her deeply. Caught by surprise she squeaked as her feet left the floor and she felt his lips on hers, surprised by the kiss. Throughout all that occurred in the last few days this was their first real kiss and she melted into him. He carried her out to her desk, the kiss enduring. Placing her carefully down to retrieve her bag he spoke softly, "Yes my slave, you have finally pleased me today." He let a hint of a smirk touch his face as he teased her. "Go home, before I change my mind." He patted her ass enjoying her whimpers and left her, turning back into his office. He was more than pleased. He had not known what to expect when she woke, he had wondered if he had pushed her too far on her day of punishment. He smiled to himself, she was adorable in her natural submission and while at one point during the day she seemed about to flee, she had stayed. . The car was waiting for her as he had said. The driver was friendly and once she was inside handed her a bag from a local restaurant. "Mr M. asked me to pick you up something to eat as he had you late at a training session." He smiled at the surprise and pink that crept into her cheeks as she took the bag and thanked him. The drive home was silent, he watched her in the mirror as she looked out of the window not really seeing the scenery, her eyes lost in thought about her day, she smiled as she touched her fingers to her lips, of all of that had happened, it was his kiss that lingered. The truth was she enjoyed the things he was making her do, things she would never have done on her own or with her boyfriend. She liked that she could pretend that she was a 'good girl' being forced rather than admitting that each new experience he brought her thrilled her mind and body. Yet of all those things, it was the kiss that stayed with her. The intimacy of his deep passionate kiss so unlike the composed authoritative way he had teased and brought her body pleasure and pain making her feel guilt and shame, need and desire. She knew what she was doing, being his slave, was not right and until tonight she had wondered how wrong it could get before the week was over. She touched her lips again, but kiss seemed to make it somehow not feel so wrong. She had felt his love and passion for her in that one kiss. She tossed and turned as she tried to sleep, "She had grown up knowing him as part of her family, like an uncle almost. She loved his homely indulgent wife and was friends with his son!" She threw off her blankets and lay staring at the ceiling guilt and shame filling her, "What was happening to her?" She whimpered softly as her hand caressed her body reliving the day, his anger, her fear, his disappointment, her shame, his desire, her need to please him and finally the passion of his kiss, she came for the fourth time that day and finally slept. She woke and dragged herself to the shower, her feelings of guilt and shame moving back into her mind, she almost dreaded going to work and finding what this day had in store for her, she felt ill and just for a moment considered calling in sick before shaking her head. Panic sunk in as she came out of the bathroom and she swore mildly realising she was going to be late. She dressed quickly and ran down the stairs flying out of the door. She ran straight into the arms of her Masters driver. He grabbed her just as she started to run toward the bus, "Bella," she looked up, "slow down girl. Mr M. sent me to pick you up this morning." He stepped back and opened the door ushering her into the car. She meekly complied stunned by his presence. Two boxes, sat on the seat next to her as she climbed in, one with cinnamon toast cut into a smiling faces and her favourite juice, and a larger box with a note addressed to her. She read... "Good morning my slave, I hope you slept well, I intend to care for you as a cherished treasure but there is much you still must learn about pleasing your Master. You are young and beautiful, you should not be wearing those matronly business suits your mother has picked out for you, eat quickly and change into the suit in this box before you arrive at work. Do not worry about the driver, trust and obey me. M" Tapping the drivers shoulder she asked if he could pull over at a coffee house or somewhere with a bathroom but he shook his head. "No. I was told straight to work no stops Miss." She sat back eating and considering what to do. She did not want to be punished the moment she walked in. Finishing the toast and juice she sunk down into a corner of the car and holding her jacket against her chest as she changed to the white silk blouse she had pulled from the box. Her nipples hardened and pressed through the sheer material at the thought that the driver was watching her but she was not game to look up into the mirror. Taking the pleated navy blue skirt from the box and leaning forward to cover her nakedness, she removed her own skirt and pulled the new one into place. Trying as best she could she neatened the blouse and pleated skirt into place. Taking the small jacket from the box and laying it on the seat beside her she checked the box to be sure it was empty and found white lace thigh high stockings and a smaller note... "Keep your skirt raised as you put these on and the driver will give you the last piece of your outfit. Trust and obey, little slave, M" Mortified, she reasoned that he had probably been watching her change anyway she hiked the skirt up high and pulled the stockings into place the elastic snapping about the thighs. The driver smiled in the mirror and passed back a pair of high heeled navy blue pumps to match the suit. Face flaming she took the shoes with a soft "Thank you" and packing her clothes into the empty box she sat back slipping the shoes on, her eyes avoiding the drivers for the remainder of the drive. Stepping from the car and pulling on the suit jacket she found that its wide lapel framed her perky tits the two low buttons pulled it in at her waist to flare over her small hips. Smoothing the short pleated skirt that barely covered the tops of her stockings she leaned into the car realising too late her bare ass would be displayed she snatched up the box of her old clothes and walked quickly into the building ignoring the smile on the drivers face as she thanked him and he wished her a good day. She arrived at her desk stowing her bag and the box beneath it and stepped into his office waiting at the door silently for him to acknowledge her as he finished a phone call. He smiled softly and pointed to a spot before his desk. She teetered on the high heels nervously as she stepped further into the room standing before him as he came around his desk and inspected her silently. His hand ran up her thigh and under the short skirt to cup and squeeze her ass smiling as she bit her lip and her breath caught. "Well my little slave, you have pleased me with your obedience, this is one of the suits Kurt's slave picked out for you yesterday, do you like it?" "Oh, yes Master. Thank you." His hands cupped her small tits and teased at the nipples through the sheer fabric making them as hard as arrowheads. "Take the jacket off." Watching her expressive eyes he tightened the grip pinching the hard nubs between his fingers, as she shrugged out of the jacket, her breath quickening to a pant her eyes widened and a whimper escaped her. "Such a lovely little slut, my driver was very impressed." His eyes raked over her, "He was right you could pass for a naughty school girl in that outfit." He stepped back leaning casually on the desk watching her blush. "Strip slave, all but the shoes and stockings there are other things I wish to see you wear before we start our day." Moving back to her as she discarded the clothes he caressed her ass softly, before smacking it and leaning into her ear to growl, "Master enjoys the pink blush in your cheeks." Squeezing her ass hard until she whimpered he smirked and smacked her again. Taking her arm he led her around his desk standing her beside him as he took his seat. "Kneel, slave." She flowed to her knees as he watched her. "That is a slave's proper place and you will learn it well today, when you come to me you will always kneel from now on." "Yes Master" She watched as he opened a drawer and took out several gold chains before turning to her once again. He spoke, softly but sternly. "There are things you will wear for me that are not articles of clothing, place your hands behind your neck and keep them there." he watched the puzzlement fill her face as she moved her hands behind her neck interlocking her fingers. Regarding her critically he reached out to adjust her elbows pulling them back making her arch up to him and thrust her tits forward. Caressing them roughly and teasing the nipples with more pinches he spoke again. "I will not require you to pierce these, yet, but I wish them decorated properly." Selecting a chain he pulled her nipples through small rings on each end, tight enough to hold onto her but not damage the skin, he pulled on the chain and slapped her left tit hard making her cry out and her eyes well with unshed tears. The chain loops tightened around her nipples as the breast swelled and after slapping her a few times he grabbed the chain and yanked on it hard stretching the flesh tightly out from her body before the chain came away. She whimpered, trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks. His cock stirred as he gazed down her. He repeated the process roughly pinching and squeezing her nipples and slapping her tits as he tried five different chains, yanking each from her nipples with hard tugs as he tried another. The chain he finally decided on was hung with small tinkling bells from the loops which tinkled at each of his slaps, she was crying in earnest now, tears rolling down her cheeks as he corrected her posture once again. Using his shoe to nudge her knees he growled, "Thighs wide little slut, I wish to see your pussy glistening, as you enjoy the pain I give you." The blush in her face almost matching the red hand prints covering her tits as her chest heaved. She felt her pussy spasm and drip more at his words, "How could she be enjoying this!" Her chest throbbed in heat and pain, "There must be something wrong with her, this wasn't normal. There were no soft longing caresses and looks between them only commands, obedience, pain and pleasure." Her mind fled back to his kiss and her lip trembled with her body as it shivered at the memory of the emotions she had felt from it. Pressing his shoe against her pussy he rubbed the leather toe into her swollen clit watching her panting increase and her body shiver making the tiny bells tinkle happily on her red pained tits. He could see the heat in her eyes as her hips rolled at his rubbing shoe, he continued to tease at her pussy rubbing the hard leather into her swollen clit and dripping hole. Her body undulated rocking her hips against his shoe seeking the pleasure there. He ran his fingers into her hair twisting it around them as he pulled her head back and leaned over to almost press his lips to her panting mouth, whispering harshly, "Come for your Master little pain slut. You are mine." He watched as she arched up harder against his shoe, tensing and shuddering before crying out cum coating her thighs and his shoe, "She was so beautiful like this on her knees before him." He looked into her eyes as his cock hardened painfully trapped in his pants. He held his hand in her hair lessening the tight grip to pet her as she calmed down, her shaking legs folding to nestle her ass back on her heels. Sure she was regaining her awareness he spoke "Clean my shoe slave," seeing her start to move to get up his hand tightened again in her hair and he pushed her head down, "with your tongue, little slut, taste how sweet you are." He watched her as her head lowered as in worship at his feet and smiled, her nose wrinkling in distaste and face blushing hotly as she licked out cleaning her cum from his shoe. He held her down to his shoe until he was satisfied she was finished. Dragging her to her feet he kept an arm on her as she teetered in the high shoes and the bells hanging from her nipples tinkled sweetly. "You have much to do today slave so get that slutty little ass dressed," punctuating this with a slap to her ass he sat back and watched her as she buttoned the blouse over her new decorated and coloured tits the chain making her nipples stand out deliciously against the sheer silk, the bells clearly seen below them. Looking back into the open draw he replaced the unused chains and took up one more item before standing and inspecting her as she finished dressing. Pinching her chained nipples between the silk he pulled her to his desk before releasing his fingers and pushing her over it face down and slapping her ass again. She whimpered tears seemed to fall unbidden at the constant pain and warmth he showered on her this morning. She trembled as he explained that she would wear one more thing for a time this morning and the faster she completed the tasks he set for her the sooner he would remove it. She watched curiously as he led a small pink plastic object before her face, it had the shape of a baby carrot but her curiosity was replaced by fear when he explained where she would wear it. She squirmed under his tightening hand on her back, his legs press against hers she could feel his cock hard within his pants, her mind filling with images of him as his tight hold turned to softer petting and his voice whispered softly in her ear calming her. Seeing the fear enter her eyes, he almost stopped but she had done so well in her obedience to all he had wanted this morning. She needed to learn nothing was off limits to him in what he would ask of her so he leaned low to her ear whispering, "You my slave will wear this because I am your Master and it pleases me." His hand left the plug on the desk as he stroked over the soft skin of her ass. "You do want to please your Master little slave, don't you?" He spoke and stroked her like he would to a skittish pet. Whispering of his need to possess every part of her, to master her and own her completely. Moving the hand caressing the heated pink flesh of her ass, running a finger between her cheeks to her still wet little pussy he teased her softly stroking up to her cheeks again smearing her cum up over the puckering dark star of her ass. Picking up the toy from in front of her face, he whispered, "You will wear this slave, for me, your Master." Rolling the toy into her wet pussy coating it with her slut slime he pressed it to her ass. Seeing her tense and clench, he lifted his hand from her back and smacked her ass lightly, "Relax, little slave, trust your Master." He pushed harder on the small plug watching her ring slowly begin to stretch around it. She felt the waves of conflicting emotions rolling into her as humiliated and at his mercy she bit at her lip knowing she would wear this for him, his delving fingers heating her sensitive pussy again as she felt his other hand play at her ass. She quivered listening to his whispers his hard cock against her hip as he took the plug and teased her pussy more until she was whimpering and rolling her hips. She felt him move the plug back to her ass and press it to her, she tensed and he slapped her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply mewling at the strange sensation of having her ass filled, it felt so big but she knew it was not. Her mind reeled between the heat in her wet pussy and the not quite painful sensation in her ass as her ring tightened around the plug holding it in place. He growled watching the plug disappear into the whimpering girl before him, longing to see her face as she wore the plug he pulled her upright, the skirt falling into place covering her ass as she looked up at him with teary eyes her blush glowing in her cheeks. He slapped her ass lightly his fingers seeking the plug and playing with it as he watched the emotions wash over her face. He smiled at her his face soft as he bent to kiss her trembling lip, "You have pleased me greatly this morning my slave. This will be a long day for you, if you have any plans this evening, I need you to cancel them and make your excuses." He smirked at her, "You may tell them you will be attending a dinner party of business associates with me as I will require your unique skills" She listened chewing her lip, blushing still as he played with the plug in her ass and the clenching of her pussy at his words, "She had pleased him!" She is amazed at how this makes her feel with his kiss adding to her joy, she stepped forward slightly to brush against his cock, realising how much she wants to feel it in her instead of the toys he makes her wear each day. The realisation makes her cheeks flame more, her mind imitating his commanding tone, "You, little ellie, have become his slut." She could not help the feelings of joy she had in pleasing him in light of yesterday's disappointments, the shame and humiliation of how she was pleasing him washed over her briefly. He tilted her head up by the chin and gazed into her eyes seeing her conflicting emotions, smiled and kissed her deeply. She melted again. She sat uncomfortably at her desk having rung her parents to tell them she wouldn't be able to take their nightly call and to a friend she had thought she might meet for coffee after work, the boyfriend she had already put off for the week so the phone calls were done with quickly and she sent her Master an IM to let him know. He called her back to his office and she stepped into the room closing the door behind her and walking to his desk before flowing to kneel before him. He inspected her and adjusted her position before continuing. She listened carefully as he explained the kneeling position for slaves: knees wide, hands held behind her back, head tilted slightly up to him and lips parted. He explained sit position for slaves, which was very similar to kneel but she was able to rest her knees by sitting back with her bottom cradled on her heels. If asked to display when either kneeling or standing she would interlock her hands behind her neck and pull her elbows and shoulders back as she had earlier. He had her practice these, by a one word command to kneel, sit or display, while telling her of the rest of the days tasks. There would be a late lunch with a few friends from his club to be held in the meeting room of his office. She would not be required to cook or serve today but it would be part of her duties at other times. He sternly admonished that there would be no hesitation in obeying his commands today or the punishments would far exceed what she experienced yesterday. Mastering Bella Ch. 04 She quivered and whispered, "Yes Master." "You will trust me, little ellie, of all the possessions I own, you are the most precious." He looked into her eyes seeing her eyes widen, with confusion. "Yes slave, you are owned. You are a precious treasure and you are mine." Her brain screamed at her, "A week I agreed to, it was a game!" Her mind whirled, "she couldn't even remember voicing her agreement to week. How had she gone along with this? He was talking like he would keep her as his slave forever!" Her face showed her growing sense of fear moments before his mouth descended upon hers in a deep passionate kiss. She could feel his longing, his need for her, his love in that kiss and she melted into it her mind ceasing it's questioning, reminding herself that he had promised they would talk at the end of the week. Breaking his kiss he stood back up leaving her kneeling breathlessly where she was and turned back to his desk. He placed several files to be delivered to some of the executives personally on the edge of his desk, as well as a list detailing a range of tasks across the company including checking on the food preparations for his lunch. She took in all that he said and softly said, "Yes Master," when he seemed finished but stayed where she was until he told her otherwise. Looking at his watch he suggested, "You better hurry, little slave, training has taken longer than I had planned and you still had much to do before my guests arrive." He abruptly turned back to his work and she knelt for a confused moment before standing, taking the files and list and returning to her desk to sort through the tasks and the best way to tackle them. She sent him an IM to let him know of her departure from his offices. "Hurry up then slave girl. You have two hours. Do not dawdle because for every 10 minutes you are late I will punish you " Blinked onto her screen and she left hurrying and finding her new higher than usual heels made her hips sway more making the pleated skirt roll and bounce with each step. She held the files to her chest so the bells did not tinkle as she almost flew to kitchens and other tasks first before delivering the files so as to shield herself as long as possible. Smiling and making small talk as she went to check the kitchens and other small easily achieved tasks she remained all too aware of the chain and plug she wore for him, worrying that the heat she felt constantly between her legs would begin to be obvious to any and all that saw her. She checked her watch happy with the time she was making and she finally began personally delivering the files and memo's to the executives. Acutely aware of the shortness of her skirt and the sheerness of the blouse over her braless chained tits, she blushed furiously as their eyes raked over her or lingered a little too long. She tried to keep the files closely held to her chest but more often than not they asked her to put down the files and wait while they checked what it was she had brought them. Checking her watch constantly, she knew she was already late by the time she got to her last errand, Kurt Whites office. Seeing Dianne at her desk grinning at her, Bella blushed and walked over. "Thank you for the lovely suit, Dianne. It fits perfectly." Bella almost whispered. Dianne laughed merrily. "Oh darling, it looks fabulous on you, I just knew it would. Let me tell Master you are here he will want to see too!" "I have a file for him." She squeaked, jolted into awareness that Dianne too was a slave, Bella looked at her with more critical eyes noting the way she was dressed. "Great. Two birds, one stone," She winked and laughed again as she typed into her IM and watched for a reply. She laughed at his reply explaining he liked the two bird analogy and stepping from behind her desk took Bella by the arm leading her into Kurt White's office. Kurt came from behind his desk, "Give me the file and let me look at you Bella honey." He leered at her like a hungry wolf holding his hand out for the file. Blushing deeply she handed over the file. He made a, "hmm" sound and walked around her. "Display, little Bella." Her eyes widen and she looked up into his face for a joke there but saw none so she widened her stance and lifted her hands to her lock behind her neck. "Ooh bells, lovely, I knew he would like the 'bells for his Bella'." He roared with laughter and slapped Dianne on the ass saying, "Didn't I tell you!" Not knowing what to do and not wanting to appear disobedient before this master again she held her place as he looked her over. "Jump Bella I want to hear the bells." She jumped and he waved his hand at her to continue, she tried but her jumps were small as she teetered on her heeled shoes and grimaced as her skirt rose and fell displaying her nakedness beneath it, she almost fell at one point until he reached out and grabbed her arm steadying her. "Thank you, Mr White." She gasped. "You know Bella you have the perkiest little tits I have seen in a while you should think about having them pierced, they would look even perkier and irresistible to your Master." Kurt said seriously as he studied her. She blanched as he spoke. He must have seen the look in her eyes as he turned quickly to Dianne, "Take your top off slut so Bella can see yours." He turned back to Bella, "She had them done shortly after joining the company." Bella looked at the blonde woman unable to meet Kurt's eyes as she blushed even deeper. Dianne was wearing a bra that did not cover her large breasts but more held them up as if on a ledge, golden hoops dangled from the wide long nipples. Bella stood transfixed until Kurt hooked his finger into the left one and pulled it up forcing her breast to pull out into a cone shape making Dianne whine throatily. Kurt licked his lips and grinned. "Just beautiful, don't you think Bella?" "Yes, Mr White." "Irresistible as I said but we all have to work before play." He turned his infectious grin on her and winked, "You better run along Bella your Master will be looking for you I am sure. Let him know I look at the file before the lunch today. See you there." He chuckled and sent her off still holding the whining Dianne by the golden ring. "Yes Mr White," turning and almost fleeing from the office she closed the door quietly behind her. Taking a deep calming breath she hurried back to her Master. Not wanting to stop and talk to anyone on the way to make her even later she walked with her head down hiding her blush and hunching over to try to disguise her perky tits. Making it to her desk in record speed she sent him an IM to let him know she had returned and he called her in immediately. She slipped into his office and fell to her knees just inside the door. Standing and walking to the room in the far alcove he barked, "Follow me. You're late." She leapt to her feet and scampered after him entering a few steps behind him. He turned, "Strip but leave the stockings on." She quickly disrobed his curt barking of commands making her obey without thinking, she stood naked and trembling, and the bells on her tits tinkling. Her full attention focused on him as she watched him open a drawer and pulled out a white corset. Circling behind her wrapped it around her middle and began lacing it tightly cinching in her waist tightly, the quarter cups following the curve of her small tits and ending just below her nipples the hard little pink chained buds poking out above it the gold chain and bells adding their song to her whimpers as she stood staring unseeing at the wall before her concentrating on his hands and the feel of the corset her was lacing her into. He slapped her ass as he finished and she squealed in surprise more than pain as he picked her up like a doll and threw her over a short padded beam that was part of the odd furniture in this room. It was high and she found herself dangling her legs kicking out and hands scrabbling at the beam to gain her balance as once again her smacked her upturned ass. He moved away slightly questioning her. "What took you so long little slave? Letting all the executives see what a slut you are in your new clothes and decorations?" She whimpered blushing more her face turning red as the hand prints on her ass She felt him move and brush against her as his fingers spread her cheeks holding her wide. She looked back over her shoulder at him watching him gaze at her ass and blushed deeper, her humiliation at displeasing him and the vulnerable position she was in causing her to cry out at his words, her breath shallow from the tightly laced corset she began panting and whimpering. His hands forcing her cheeks apart he looked down at the lewdly wiggling plug as she trembled her ass clenching at it. He ran his hands over her smooth skin and reveled in the fact she was his to torment and enjoy as he wished. Taking in her glistening wet pussy as his fingers played with the plug he growled, "I can see you have enjoyed wearing this for me little slut." he spoke with an edge to his voice as he pulled on the plug lightly so it would slowly stretch her wide again before his eyes. She whimpered breathlessly, "Yes Master." He smiled enjoying the sight and sound of this perfect little body, her whimpering music in his ears as he pulled the plug from her slowly watching the ring of her anus gape and slowly clench back to a tight dark star. He teased at it once more with his finger, "Every part of you is mine, little slave! Nothing is off limits to your Master." His finger pushed into her listening to her cry out in answer to him. He could feel his hunger for her barely kept in check, pulling his hand away and moving from her he growled, "You understand that I need to punish your tardiness now don't you?" "Yes Master." She felt the stinging bite on her ass, not as bad as yesterday but enough to make her yelp and lose her balance on the beam again as she jerked and rocked. She could feel the welt, a tingling burn seeping into her flesh and she began to blurt out apologies and excuses. He silenced her with another stinging blow from his crop. Continuing as his fingers ran over the two welts, "You must have been dawdling, I make it that you are 45 minutes late." The crop landed again twice in a row and she squealed and bucked over the beam, "And for the extra 5 minutes..." The crop landed harshly on her thighs. She cried out tears marring her face as the stinging welts radiated burning pain into her body. He could see her pussy glistening wetly, and he moved the crop between her legs rubbing the flat leather tip over her clit, she gasped and bucked. He continued to tease her moving closer forcing a finger back into her ass as she shook and cried out her hips rocking between his hand and the crop held tightly against her swollen clit. He began to pump his finger harder into her adding a second as she bucked and mewled in her need; she came explosively almost falling from the beam but for his hand wedged into her ass. "Such a naughty pain slut, aren't you." He pulled his fingers from her watching her body shudder and spasm, "You need to wait until you are told to cum slave" The crop bit into her flesh once again and she cried out. "Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes Master." She howled as the crop sent burning pain into her thighs again. She felt rather than saw the small stretchy strip of fabric move up her legs and settle around her hips before he pulled her off the beam standing her up on shaky legs. She looked down, the strip of material was barley wide enough to cover her mound and she thought it might be a belt at first. "Display slave," she lifted her hands to her neck and widened her stance her thighs and ass stinging with every movement as he adjusted what she now realised was to be her skirt to hug over her ass and mound. He went to a cupboard and brought forth a pair of white heeled shoes placing them at her feet to slide into. He circled her, his fingers tracing over the welted red lines showing below the so called skirt. "You have never looked more beautiful, ellie." He leaned down kissing the tear stains below her still watery eyes speaking softly, "Mm, my little slut, I love to see your tears but we are expecting guests, go to the private bathroom in the second draw on the right you will find your usual make up brands, fix your face and pull your hair up high." He held out a while ribbon flecked with gold to her. "Use this ribbon. No perfume. And return to my desk." She walked into the bathroom and stood before the full length mirror. "Who is that girl?" she thought. "What had happened to the 'good girl' she had been her whole life? How had she become the slut in the mirror?" She moved and twisted noting that the skirt did not cover her pussy or ass at all but rather highlighted her welts and constant state of arousal. "Some game." she thought, knowing in her head it was way beyond a game and all she could do was hang on for the ride until the end of the week. "The end of the week what would happen then?" Her silent questioning stopped, as she thought about that question, "Breathe," she told herself, "Just breathe and obey." She shook herself free of her constant questioning and reapplied her ruined make up. She pulled her wavy hair up into a tight ponytail and stepped to the full length mirror again. "Breathe, just breathe and obey." She repeated. Taking a last look and a slow deep breath she returned to him walking to his desk and kneeling before him as he had taught her. He watched her walk the rounded cheeks of her ass deliciously exposed, the welts showing red and angry as she walked carefully in the heels making her hips sway like a slut bred for pleasure. "Mine" he said to himself almost unbelievingly. Her training had progressed so well this week better than he could have hoped for, each hurdle he set she seemed to overcome with relative ease. He constantly worried he would push to hard too fast, she almost fled yesterday, he had seen fear in her eyes earlier today, but in the end she always obeyed. Her submissiveness had almost been bred into her by her overbearing father, and sweet natured mother. He had wanted her for so long. Discovering her craving for erotic pain only fueled his desire to dominate her. He did not want to let her go at the end of the week, while he could and would forcibly make her stay a slave by blackmail or kidnapping, he knew that sort of relationship would never fulfil his desires. He needed a bond of trust and love from her, for her to desire his mastery as he desired her total submission. He looked at her for long moments as she knelt before him. He had worked hard to get to this point in his life. He had his own company and his club that fed his darker desires to dominate and control everything in his life, he had a wife, a family and a home the envy of many but it was never enough. He could have any slave at the company or club, and had used many of them on occasion. But he had searched for the one he could own and love at the same time something that had always eluded him. He looked down into her bright green eyes, Bella was different, his desire was for her was far more than just a body to use and abuse at will. He wanted to own, control and care for the small girl, to dominate every part of her life and to show her how deep the love of a slave and Master can be. How different from that of husband and wife, or lovers, that it was so much more Taking a white velvet ribbon from his desk he leaned forward to kiss her deeply his hands stroking the ribbon into place around her neck, she startled when she heard the snap of the clip closing it like a tight choker. His hands continued to pet her as the kiss lingered, he stroked over her shoulders and down her chest, to pinch at the hard little buds shaking them to hear the bells tinkle and her whimper into his kiss. Breaking the kiss he stood pulling her up to him by her nipples. "Our guests will be arriving soon, come my little slave." He led her to the meeting room and pushing her before him simply said, "Sit." He watched as she chewed her lip and looked at the number of chairs. She walked to the head of the oval table and folding to her knees sat back on the floor beside what she thought would be his chair. "Very good, my little slave you have learned well today." Mastering Bella Ch. 05 Ch. 5 The hands that feeds. The kitchen staffs had arrived with the food and were busy in the little kitchenette preparing the last details of the lunch as her master took an over-sized chair and motioned for her to sit beside him by pointing to a spot on the floor. She winced as she took her place and listened as he spoke softly to her. "The men who are coming today are some of my oldest friends. They too are masters and will have their slaves with them." He watched her as she took in his words and continued, "You will obey them as you would obey me. I will let no harm come to you little Ellie." She chewed her lip, the welts decorating her ass and legs still throbbing with the evidence of what would happen if she displeased him, she looked up as he fell silent, looking into his eyes she whispered, "Yes Master." She was about to ask more about his guests when a man holding a girl on a leash strolled into the office. He smiled warmly and stretched out a hand grasping Mel's and shaking it firmly, "Are we the first to arrive?" "Indeed, Mark. Good to see you." He lowered his gaze and inquired, "And how are you today, Tali?" Bella was startled when the girl replied with a "Yip", like that of a small dog and wriggled as he patted her head. Bella looked at her noticing she wore a red leather collar with the word 'bitch' spelled out in diamontes across the front of it. Bella was admiring the lace body suit the puppy girl was wearing when she heard her name and looked up blushing as the Master greeted her. "Nice to meet you Sir," came out in a squeaky voice as she blushed deeply, acutely aware of how exposed she felt. Her attention was drawn back to the door when she heard the loud laugh of Kurt White who entered with a carbon copy of the man who had just greeted her. Bella looked from one to the other her head swiveling as she took in the distinguished looking twins. Stunned it took her a moment to notice the svelte girl following quietly behind the laughing pair of Masters and of course Dianne who smiled and winked at her. The final two members of the group arrived with their girls within minutes. Bella sat quietly trying not to draw attention as the men all greeted each other and the girls. She tilted her head and smiled as she was greeted, she did not trust the squeaky voice that had greeted the first Master to hold steady in her nervousness. They all moved into the meeting room which had been given the ambiance of an old world dining room by the talented kitchen staff. Bella took in the new guests. Master Jack was a large man, more casual than the other Masters in denim jeans and jacket seeming oddly in contrast to their finely crafted suits. He was followed by Dusty, a tall, blonde with an athletic build whose muscles seemed to ripple with each movement. The final pair was Master Charles an older gentleman with bright blue eyes that was followed by Sera, a chubby girl with a bow tie mouth making her look like a cupid angel. The girls all sat as she did beside their master's chairs as the servers came in with wine and food for the first course. Her master hand fed her small bites form his plate and she reveled in the taste of the rich food. She watched the other girls as the Masters talked of business and mutual friends. The beautiful Nyx, leaned in wrapping her arms around her Masters leg, and Tali seemed to curl about her Masters feet, Sera had rested her head on her Masters thigh and Dusty seemed to almost flick her ponytail with small movements of her head. Dianne caught her eye and winked at her. "We need a service bell in here Mel, where are those serving wenches?" Master Charles grumbled. "Perhaps we could just shake Bella instead" Kurt guffawed. The older masters eyes lit up at the prospect then frowned, "Such a small girl I doubt she could make enough noise." Mel laughed good-naturedly, "Do you ever stop complaining, Charles?" "I might if you give that little girl of yours a shake." Bella watched as her Master reached down and gasped the chain between her nipples and shook it making the bells tinkle sweetly, "Guess you were right, Charles, not much noise at all." As he said this his hand lashed out with lightning speed slapping her right tit making her yelp more in surprise than pain, "Was that better?." "That was hardly more than a squeak." Charles grinned and the blue eyes twinkled at her. As if on cue to the squeak the servers appeared and removed the dishes replacing them with more sumptuous food. The Masters returned to talk of business while once again she took to studying the girls. She wondered if they chose to be slaves or if like her they got sort of trapped into it. "Was she trapped? At first maybe, but now she was not sure." She looked around at the group again and shook her head, "It almost didn't seem real. The normalcy of sitting and being fed small bites from her Masters plate as if this was done everyday. Had she become so caught up in this game that she no longer considered her slavery as wrong?" Her thoughts ran around in her mind as she obediently opened and closed around another mouthful. She wondered if the girl's affectations were part of their own personality or if they had been molded to their masters will. She wondered how she must look to these girls, her constant blushing and naivety, "Could they tell she wasn't a real slave?" Lost in her own thoughts she had not been listening to the Master's conversations and was surprised when they all began standing and moved out of the room leaving the girls alone. She looked up quizzically at her Master as he rose, he reached down and stroked her hair softly, "Back soon little one." She nodded slightly and watched them go. As soon as the door had closed the cherubic Sera stood and surveyed the table before sliding into her Master's empty seat and lifting his almost full glass of wine to her bow tie lips. Nyx rolled her eyes, "You are such a brat, Sera, you better not let them catch you up there." "Give it a rest Nyx, your not first girl here." Tali piped in, "Sera is always a brat she won't change besides, we need to torture the new girl." She flashed a toothy grin in Bella's direction. "You must tell us lovely Bella, how you caught the elusive, Master Mel." she had crawled closer and was laying on her tummy with her hands propping her chin up as she waited for an answer. "How could she tell these girls that it was she that was caught? That she did not know anything about slavery and that this had started as a game for her." Bella's thoughts raced and she blushed deeply as the girls all looked at her waiting for an answer. Dianne rescued her, "I don't think Bella had any idea, did you honey." Bella shook her head dropping her eyes. Dianne continued whispering conspiratorially to the others, "She's never been a slave before this week." She turned back to Bella giving her a reassuring smile, "don't worry honey these girls are not really going to torture you. We leave that to the Masters." She laughed. "No way! Is that true?" Tali looked into Bella's face with avid curiosity. Nyx also moved closer, "Well well well, a sweet innocent little girl, who would have thought that, was what Master Mel was looking for, surprising knowing his tastes." Bella tried to keep her own surprise from her face as they talked about her but she could feel the heat from the blush filling her cheeks. Nyx continued, "Your Master has never taken a slave as his own before. Do you think he will keep you?" Bella looked up with wide eyes and squeaked "Keep me?" she shook her head, "I thought it was going to be a fun game but now everything is all muddled up in my mind. With all of you here, it seems like the most normal thing in the world but I don't know what I am doing most of the time." "Oh hush there honey your doing just fine." Dianne said with a wink, "I have seen you all week and you are more amazing everyday." Tali grinned. "You really are a baby aren't ya! You know that if you are meeting all of our Masters I think he plans to keep you around for a while." Tali licked Bella's cheek making her giggle, "It might be nice to have a new playmate don't you think Nyx?" Sera looked down from the table and pursed her lips, "There are a lot of slaves at the club who have been pining after Master Mel's collar. If he decides to keep you, we should be able to hear the anguished cries all the way up here." She giggled clapping her hands and took another sip of her Masters wine. "I would love to see some of their faces." 'I guess what the girls are saying is that it seems like Master Mel plans to keep you." Nyx stopped as she saw the anxiety in Bella's eyes. "You do like being his slave don't you?" Bella was startled by the question, "Did she?" she chewed her lip as she thought about it. "She had been telling herself she was a good girl forced into slavery, how could she tell these girls that." She desperately wanted to ask how they became slaves; did they have a choice about whether they were... kept?" Dusty flicked her ponytail, snorted lightly and cocked her head, Sera slipped back to the floor pointing a finger at Dusty and whispering, "I don't know how she does that!" A moment later the door opened and the servers arrived to clear the table. Each of the girls remained quietly in the place as the servers worked quickly to relay the table with fruits and cheeses and left them alone once more. The girls all looked to her still expecting some sort of answer. "I don't know what I am doing let alone what I want," she said sadly. "This is unlike anything I have ever experienced before. You all seem so nice, so umm normal!" Dusty snorted at her and raised an eyebrow. "Well you know what I mean, to the regular world the stereo type of a sex slave is ...," she searched for the right word. Giving up she shrugged. "Oh its okay doll," Dianne came to her defense. "We know the stereotype but keep your eyes and mind open to all you see and hear and you realise there is no normal in this whole wide world. Think of sex like Ice cream if everyone like vanilla what a boring world it would be." Nyx rolled her eyes and then nodded to Bella. "Ice cream is a tacky old analogy but it works. People like different things, food, cars, clothes and sex. I would say you need to decide for yourself but I think that decision had been made for you." Bella chewed her lip and was about to protest that she had one more day to decide but their early warning system, Dusty, made them all scoot back into place just as the Masters returned taking their seats and talking jovially about club matters and mutual acquaintances. After what seemed like hours but was probably no more than one, Sera stifled a yawn without much success and gained attention from the table. Master Charles looked down, "Well that's what you get for staying up past your bed time little one." She looked up pouted and started to protest, "But..." A stern look from her Master froze her tongue and she apologised and knelt up straighter. Charles then grinned and ruffled her curls "Why don't you ask Master Mel if you can play with Bella's bells to keep you occupied for a little longer then I will take you home baby girl." Mischief glinted in her eyes as she stood and so very sweetly turned to Mel, "Oh please Master Mel may I? They are such pretty little bells and you have such a beautiful slave." "How could I say no to such a sweet little girl," Mel smiled "Thank you Master Mel, thank you!" Sera burbled and she disappeared under the table to crawl towards Bella. "Seems is awake now." Kurt guffawed as Tali gave an excited yip and was quietened by a quick tug to her leash. "Looks like they all want to play with the new girl." Jack Murmured Mel smiled down at her, "Can't say I blame them I quite like to play with her myself." This was greeted with much laughter and she found herself once again blushing furiously under the scrutiny of the room. Sera was happily sitting beside her playing with Bella's nipples and making the bells tinkle at various tempos as the conversation went on around her, she felt her masters hand play with her pony tail and she looked up to him meeting his penetrating eyes. Her breath caught and her own eyes widened as she felt Sera's mouth clasp around her nipple playing the bells over her tongue as she flicked it over the hard pink point, her Master's eyes twinkled and creased at the corners in a smile that did not quite meet his mouth. "Looks like my girl is a bit too excitable as usual, I better get her home or she will be too wound up to sleep again. Come on baby girl lets get you home." Master Charles stood as he spoke. Sera pulled her head back letting go of the nipple she had been suckling on with a loud pop. Looking up she softly asked, "May I kiss her Goodbye?" "Yes baby. Then Thank Master Mel and we will be off." Sera placed a hand to Bella's cheek and neck holding her in place as she pressed her lips to hers. Bella felt the insistent tongue and meekly parted her lips as the cherub kissed her softly but deeply exploring her mouth with a fluttering tongue leaving Bella breathless at the end of the kiss. "Good bye my new friend I hope we see lots of each other. You have to come for a play date I have lots of great toys!" She eeped as her Master cleared his throat and she stood, "Thank you for letting me play with Bella Master Mel." "Your most welcome sweetie, get a good nights sleep your grumpy old Master is looking positively haggard." Sera put on her most beguiling innocent face, "Do you think so?" She looked her Master up and down, "Perhaps I should get out my nurses kit when we get home and give him a check over." "Oh I think that is definitely what he needs my dear. Now off you go and take him home." Charles groaned, "Gee thanks for that my friend, perhaps next time I can fill Bella's head with tasks to keep you occupied." Sera smiled and turned to the table, "Goodbye Masters and girls." She then took her Masters hand and proceeded to pull him from the room as he said his Good byes. Mark chuckled quietly to Mike, "Oh I think it will be another late night for that cheeky brat." Mike chuckled, "Unless Charles decides to spank her on the long drive home." "Dusty and I need to be on our way as well, pony club is tomorrow and we have a lot of preparation to be done." Jack rumbled in his deep baritone. Mel stood and smiled, "Ah yes, of course. It was fortunate you were in town for our get together. Thanks for coming Jack." Mel walked to the door of the room before turning back and gesturing to the others, "Why don't we move to the more comfortable chairs as the evening draws near, the view is quite good there." The Masters each got up and followed them out with their girls following behind. Dianne nudged Bella into action. She had been watching Dusty and her long legged gait as the reference to pony club finally clicked in her mind. She looked more critically at the other girls now trying to see the different flavours of ice cream so to speak. Tali made an adorable puppy and Dianne was a buxom, sex bomb, pin up girl but Nyx confused her. Bella puzzled over this watching the girl walk, she was so graceful as if she was a dancer. Bella once again felt out of her depth, there was nothing special about her and she had so much to learn. She realised she could never be special like these girls and her Master had been just playing the game with her. With this came the realisation that he would not, could not keep her as his slave if she did not have a special quality. She felt a wave of relief pulse through her that she would not have to decide for herself quickly followed by a pang of sadness. She chewed her lip lost in thought following her Master to his chair and sitting beside him. She was jerked back to awareness as her Master wrapped his hand in her ponytail once more and she glanced up to him. "Hey Mike get your girl to serve me bro, this pup is useless with anything that doesn't come in a bottle or can." Mark nudged Tali with his foot and she growled softly at it causing him to frown at her. At a nod from her Master, Nyx moved to Master Mark on dancing feet. She pressed her body against his licking up his neck to his ear, nibbling softly and purring, "Master what can this girl get you this evening?" "Scotch please, lovely." Nyx unfurled from His body, spinning on the balls of her feet she glided as if skating to the kitchenette. She cleaned a fresh glass and turning slightly offered the watchers a view of the curving sensual outline of her body as she slid the rim across and upwards over the swell of her breasts, trembling and drawing a deep breath. Bella watched entranced. Nyx filled the glass halfway before opening the door of the freezer letting the chilly air wrap around her, hardening her nipples under the sheer silk shift she wore to pointy tips. Grabbing ice and letting it drop into the glass with a high pitched clink. She bumped the freezer door closed with a swing of her hip and sauntered back, tossing her head making her hair cascade in a wave of dark silk. She leaned into him her breasts brushing against his arm, raising the glass to her lips first to kiss the rim, she purred, "Your scotch, Master Mark, This girl hopes her service pleased you." Exquisite service as always sweet thing, now back to your Master before I forget who you belong to." Bella was in awe of how Nyx made getting a drink seem so sensuous. She found herself wanting to be able to do that and she glanced up to see her Masters reaction only to find him watching her intently. Her thoughts jumped around in her head, "Would being that graceful please him? Perhaps she could learn to be that graceful and alluring, maybe then Master would want to keep her." She had all but convinced herself he would send her away after the week was over. Catching herself in her forward thinking she asked herself again, "Was this, the life she wanted, owned and possessed as a slave, denied her freedom of choice as she obeyed his every command? Could she learn to be special in a way that would please him?" Her desire to please him once again drowned out all of her other questioning and she paid attention again to the Masters continued banter as the evening took hold and the sky outside turned inky black. The twin Masters declined further drinks claiming they had an engagement at the club that evening, and Kurt too declared he was in the mood to visit the club and see what was on show. Mel declined to join them claiming he still had work to attend to. He stood up to walk the gathering to the door chatting amiably and Bella followed quietly thanking Dianne for all her support during the long afternoon and evening. "Aw honey it weren't nothin', we were all new to the lifestyle once." Kissing Bella on the cheek Dianne followed Kurt into the lift. As the lift finally closed Mel turned and walked back into the office confident in the knowledge she would follow him. As she knelt before him sitting back on her heels he leaned forward to caress her cheek. "I am so very pleased with your performance today little one." He leaned down to kiss her deeply and she felt butterflies flutter in her tummy and a thrill run up her spine. "He was pleased!" the joy she felt was palpable combined with his kiss she thought of nothing more than how his words and touch made her feel. "Now as we ensured you had the evening free, we are going to play a game Ellie, I know how you like games." He smiled a knowing smile. "Yes Master." She whispered. She had hoped with the disappearance of the guests she may be allowed to go home and relax, it had been a very long day and she was very confused, her thoughts all jumbled in her mind. He continued on, "We each get three questions about this evening. You may ask me anything you wish to know about our guests and afternoon. I will ask you questions about what I have hoped you have learned. As always if I am not pleased with your answer there will be consequences." Mastering Bella Ch. 05 She squirmed knowing she did not pay enough attention to small details and her mind wandered often, she should have known there would be a test, he was always testing her in some way. But she nodded and whispered, "Yes Master." "Good then, now let us begin, Give me the name of each guest and his slave." She took a deep breath, and with a tremble to her voice she began, "Kurt White and his girl Dianne, Mark Miller and his girl Tali, Mike Miller and his girl Nyx, Charles Green and his girl Sera, and Jack West and his girl Dusty." She chewed her lip, not having been introduced formally she had listened for names and put them together with her working knowledge of memo's and emails she had sent for him as his assistant. "Very impressive," he smiled, "But I am afraid as a slave, which was your only role tonight, each one should be addressed as Master followed by their first name." he patted his lap as he saw her bottom lip drop, "Over my lap little Ellie." The welts that had marked her as a pain slut at the beginning of the night had long since faded and he ran his hand over her upturned ass gently before smacking her ass hard and watching the hand print begin to glow pink on her soft skin. She bit her lip whimpering her legs kicking out as his hand descended 4 more times, one for each of the Masters that had attended the late lunch. Tears had spilled to her cheeks, more from disappointing him than the smacks, as he tapped her stinging ass and suggested, "Your turn." She thought and asked, "Each of the girls was special in a unique way, like Tali was a puppy girl, are they trained to be that way by their Masters or is it how they are naturally?" "Some slaves have a predilection to a certain role and will be taken by a master and trained to his desires and needs." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Some Masters prefer a blank canvas and will take a girl and mold her to his liking. For either way to work though, the girl must have a natural submissiveness. Forcing slavery on a girl does not always work out as well as a master would like." Her mind did a flip, "Was she not being forced? It had started as a game. She had agreed to be his and obey him totally for a week. She admitted that she had not been forced her to agree but she had not really known what she was agreeing to." The hand caressing her ass stopped as he began to speak and she listened carefully to his next question. "Of the six girls here tonight, tell me of each ones special talents as you saw them." She knew there were only five girls but did not like to correct him while she was in such a vulnerable position so she began, "Tali is very puppy like. Dusty is a pony, I think. Sera is very childlike. Dianne is a busty blonde bombshell. Nyx puzzled me but I think she is a dancer she moved so gracefully." She turned her head to look up at him hopefully. He smacked her ass hard twice, "Dianne, like you my little Ellie, is aroused by pain in a way most slaves do not enjoy. Nyx for example is not aroused by pain or punishment at all. Her pleasure comes from her pleasing her Master and shines in the way she serves, and dances. Her Master follows the lifestyle of Goreans." His hand hovered again and he raised an eyebrow at her, "and the sixth?" She chewed her lip her brow furrowing as her mind raced trying to work out who she had missed in her answer. She watched his smirk as his hand descended again. She yelped and blurted, "I don't understand there were only five girls." He smacked her again as he replied, "You forgot the most important girl, Mine!" His hand descended again to make his point. "You were there were you not?" She yelped and cried out, "Yes Master, but I am not special I have no special talent." She hung her head letting the tears fall. His heart lurched, she truly was so innocent and naive, so very special in her need to please and serve that she endured all the demands he had made of her and accepted his punishments almost willingly. She was, with her blushing and sweet disposition the very epitome of an ingenue and did not even realize it. His sweet little princess in public and his pain loving slut when he desired. "Have I not told you all week that you are special, of my desire for you and need to own you? Having met some of my friends, do you think I would introduce them to a slave that was not special?" He almost roared the last making her tremble and her mind reel in confusion. Bella whimpered, "Yes Master, I mean no Master, Oh..." she cried, "I don't know what I mean." His hand continued to descend on her now red ass making her cry out more, the heat coursing through her body as he spanked her made her tummy rub over his lap feeling his hardness grow and her cunt grind into his thigh. She closed her eyes panting and whimpering loudly. The heat, pain and feel of him sent spasms through her body. Just as she was about to cum he stopped placing his hand heavily in the small of her back holding her in place so she could not move. "And your next question is..." She could not think straight her need to cum so urgent her body trembled and she whimpered. "What is it you want right now and need to ask for little slut?" She felt the deep heated blush of shame wash over her as she voiced her need, "Please Master I need to cum, please let me cum." It was the first time he had made her ask and it was like a final hurdle she had jumped effortlessly. He raised his hand giving her movement and began to spank the firm round cheeks again, his hand bouncing off the red surface as she ground against his thigh and cock. He wanted her so badly he doubted he could wait out the week to take her but he needed her to be sure she would stay. She stiffen and let out a long gasping squeal as she came her head swimming with pain and pleasure her cunt throbbing out the cum that she had needed so badly, it seemed to fire off streams of pleasure through her body like gunshots as she continued to cum for a long time finally falling limp over his lap. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms while she recovered her little body shaking as she curled into his arms. He smirked, "Seems spanking is not much of a punishment for you my little pain slut. Now you just asked a question so I guess it is my turn again." She jumped and gasped realizing the game was not over and shook her head to clear her thoughts. He cupped her chin and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. "How long is a week, Ellie?" She was surprised by the question, she chewed her lip thinking there must be an alternate answer to the obvious but she could not think of one, so she whispered, "Seven days." He smirked as he watched the dawning of understanding cross her face, "You have done well for the first half of your week, my little slave." He said making sure she knew his full meaning. "Seven days." She repeated in a whisper. Her mind raced to plans she had made to be at her parent's house this weekend to help with an anniversary party and she began to chew her lip in worry. He watched her carefully before prompting, "Your final question little one?" She looked up with worried eyes whispering, "I had thought.... I mean I assumed... I umm..." She looked into his face not reading anything in his eyes to help her tell him she had assumed their week would be a working week, just five days, so she steeled herself to ask, "Do slaves get weekends off?" Mastering Bella Ch. 06 She felt herself shrink under his unwavering gaze. He did not seem displeased but his silence seemed foreboding. Finally she looked away dropping her eyes and squirming, her chin still held firmly in his hand. "You agreed to be mine for a week did you not?" Her mind rolled back to four days ago, "Was it truly only four days? So much had happened since then." They had played truth or dare during a lull in work, he had always been so interested in her life and he had been so good to her in those first weeks with the company, a mentor, a friend, a protective paternal figure. That was until she had let him spank her and shamefully, she had orgasmed during the experience. He had taken her then as his slave then promising they would talk at the end of one week. From that moment she had obeyed his every command and was praised when he was pleased, punished when he was not. Her reactions to his punishments surprised and shamed her. Her reactions of joy to pleasing him overwhelmed her in such a way it over rode the shame, humiliation and pain she endured. "Endured was probably the wrong word", she thought to herself as each of the punishments had made her body sing in pleasurable orgasm. She flicked her eyes up, glancing back up at him and shivering at the control this man had over her. She knew she both craved and feared his control. She whispered "Yes Master." He gazed into those big green eyes that melted his heart each time. He adored her. As a family friend he had watched her grow and develop into the beautiful young woman she was. He had spoilt her over the years with gifts and attention and finally as she finished college offered her a job in his successful firm. Finally away from the dominance of her strict parents he had befriended her, become her mentor and confidant. If only the small girl had known of his dark fantasies, his desire to own and control every aspect of her life. This feeling of protective ownership had begun the moment she had agreed to come and work for him. Her sweet submissive nature honed by strict overbearing parents made her all the more desirable to him. The last four days had been amazing she had obeyed even as he pushed her limits time and time again. Like a skittish kitten she seemed almost to flee at times and as he looked down at her he could see the confusion and turmoil building in her eyes again. He knew he could not lose her now, and choosing his next step would be critical. He had forced her into being his slave for this week and he knew he would keep her much longer, by force if he had to but he wanted her to not only accept her place as his slave but beg for him to keep her. He knew she was not ready to beg and he needed more time, her parent's anniversary party would be an obstacle but not one he was unprepared for. Keeping his face serious he asked, "You have made plans without asking permission little one?" She flinched, "The plans were made before you took me as your slave Master..." she chewed her lip and lowered her eyes again feeling guilty not knowing why. "Ah yes your parent's party, I too shall be there but of course you knew that." "I am expected early Saturday morning to help with arrangements and the following day to clean up the aftermath." She almost pouted as she said it knowing either way she would be disappointing someone which in turn made her disappointed in herself. "I see, well, I understand your concern but you are my slave and you will do as I ask. I will consider your plans for the weekend and let you know what I decide tomorrow. Do not worry little one. You sweet Ellie need to trust and obey me, that is the only concern you need have this week." Her stomach lurched at the idea of disobeying her parents, even as a young adult living and working in the city they could make her feel like a naughty little girl with a look or a sigh, she so hated letting them down. He watched her expressive face carefully, the emotions played over it showing fear and anxiety. He had one more day here at work to cement his ownership in her mind. He leaned down and kissed her deeply before picking her up and walking to the bedroom. He spoke quietly but with an edge to his voice, "You must trust me, without question, to look after you, my Ellie. You are not showing your faith in me, by being so anxious about the weekend and it disappoints me." He placed her over the padded bench in the bedroom and remembering the precarious position from early that day she reached out to grip the soft leather at her sides. He spoke softly as he moved to her side, "What happens when you disappoint me little one?" She shivered slightly as she answered, "I am punished Master." She felt the tiny skirt he had dressed her in lowered and removed. He stroked her thighs and calves as his hands move down her stockinged legs making her squirm in pleasure. Throwing the skirt aside he began to caresses her ankles encasing them with straps of the same soft leather of the beam. Pulling the left wide he secured to it to the leg of the beam. He moved to her other side as he continued, "I would like to say that I did not like to have to punish you," he paused as he secured her other ankle pulling her legs apart widely, "but that would not be true." He continued his circuit around her as she bent over the wide beam. "You are beautiful my slave, but never more desirable than when you wear my marks." He slapped her ass hard and she felt the hand print colour and reheat her already pink ass. "You have had a long day full of new experiences and you must be tired," He stroked over the hand printed ass as he spoke and over her wet cunt before smacking her ass again. Wiping fingers wet from her cunt over her cheek he continued, "I have not bound you before nor will this be the last time I will bind you, little slut." She felt a shiver travel up her spine at his words, he was speaking softly almost crooning as he stroked and petted her securing her wrists pulling her over the beam. He moved behind her and pressing his hips against her red ass and began to move so she could feel his hard cock trapped in his pants as he began to slowly unlace her corset. She found herself rolling her hips between the beam and his groin her mind alive with images of the cock she longed to see. As the corset came free he let his hands wander over her back almost in a massage as he ground his hips into her. His hand slipped under her slightly lifting her making the bonds strain as he pulled the corset free and stepped away from her. She was panting by this time lying naked and bound her hips rolled in arousal and he smirked, "She was such a hot little slut and she was his." She felt elastic being strapped around her thighs and wondered what new torture he had for her. He pulled the elastic up higher on her thighs until she felt cold hard plastic nestle against her cunt, pressing it into her cunt lips he finally spoke again. "This is one of the toys I have for a naughty little slave." Trailing his hands over her ass and back he moved to stand before her. Holding a small remote for her to see he clicked it once and a buzzing started between her legs lighting up her clit making her eyes widen and a squeak escape her lips. She closed her eyes as the buzzing flooded her senses and made her mind reel. He placed the remote in her hand and warned her, "Do not drop this or the punishment will become more intense." As he said this he reached behind him and pulled a long thing object from his belt loop, "This is a new crop given to me today by Jack. He believes no girl can be trained properly without one." He held it before her eyes and she took in burgundy coloured leather. "Tomorrow you will need to email him and thank him for such a thoughtful gift." She panted her body trembling and whimpered, "Yes Master." Her eyes lowered from the crop and she took in the bulge denoting his cock in his pants and felt her cunt spasm in heat and need. "Gawd." She thought, "What would it be like to be fucked by him; to feel his strength and power inside her." She knew asking for that would be admitting she was a slut, his slut. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her clit was hard and throbbing against the buzzing toy and she let herself give into the feeling. He moved behind her as she closed her eyes the crop landing on her ass, the stinging bite lancing pain into her already red skin, her eyes flared open as she squealed and bucked against the bonds. "Ah yes sweet slave sing for your Master." The crop bit into her ass again and she felt her eyes well with tears as she squealed and jerked in pain. Wrapping a hand in her pony tail and pulling her head back he stepped forward to grind against her buzzing cunt as the crop stung her bare back making her howl out for him. Gasping for breath and blinking tears to her cheek, her hips rolled against his grinding. He leaned forward and growled into her ear, "Who owns you slave girl?" "You Master." She gasped. "And who do you obey at all times MY slave." "Yyyou Master." Stepping back and cropping her ass again he asked louder, "And who will you trust to look after and care for you MY Ellie." "You Master." She cried out, "You!" He placed the crop in her free hand making her wrap her fingers around the handle. He admonished her again about dropping anything and gripped her ass in both hands squeezing the red hot cheeks tightly making her squeal again. Parting the cheeks as he gripped them he could see the muscles of her tight asshole clenching as the butterfly tortured her clit. "Such a needy little girl, you will not cum without my permission little slut." He watched as all her muscles tightened at his words her wrinkled asshole puckering. Feeling his cock strain against his trousers he knew he could not hold back anymore. Giving into his lust he let go of her cheeks and walked back before her. She looked up at him with her tear stained face gasping and whimpering in need. Unbuckling and zipping his pants he quickly dropped them letting his cock spring free and bob before her open mouth. Her eyes glued to it were glazed in arousal as she automatically parted her lips and he wrapped his hand once again in her ponytail. The cock she had fantasised about almost danced before her eyes, it seemed even bigger than she had dreamed, she gasped and could not take her eyes from the purple helmeted cock her mouth opened wider as she gasped and panted in heat and need. Gripping her by the ponytail he pulled her head back to look up at him. "Up until this point we have concentrated on training you as my slave and giving you pleasure now it is my turn to take my pleasure." The tears in her eyes and whimpers of pain made him even harder and he used her ponytail to guide her mouth to his cock. He watched as her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to roll around the head as he fed his cock into her mouth. He groaned as her lips closed around the head and she fluttered her tongue around him before sucking at the helmet of his cock. Never before had she felt so helpless, she strained against the hand in her hair and her bonds to crane her neck toward him as he fed her, the cock slowly gliding over her tongue as she licked and fluttered it around the cock head before closing her lips around him. The head of his cock nestled on her tongue and she suckled revelling in the feel of the swollen hot helmet, her body trembled as the butterfly toy continued to tease her clit making her so wet she could feel her juices on her thighs. He looked down on her the small form bound to his will, her rounded ass marked and quivering in her neediness as the toy worked her clit relentlessly. "She was bred for this. To be used in such a manner by one with the power to hold her," he groaned again and pushed more of his cock into her mouth filling it until she gagged. Gripping her hair tighter he looked into her glazed eyes and began to pump in and out of her mouth making her alternately gasp and gag, drooling around him keeping her mouth wide for his use. He had built to this for the last few days, he had not wanted to fuck her until she was fully his but he gave vent to his lust and need to use her hard, snatching the crop from her hand he lashed down at her lower back and ass making her scream around his cock. Her throat vibrating driving him on to force the cock into her throat growling, "Swallow slut." He could see her tense and struggle as she gulped and gagged hard choking on him before pulling his cock back to her lips. Her mind reeled as the pain lanced into her ass making her scream and open her throat to his forceful pumping, his growl rolling into her body feeling almost as physical as the crop making her swallow around the cock taking it deeper cutting off her air as she felt his balls swing into her chin. She struggled, eyes wide and teary and as he pulled back and she gasped a lungful of air whimpering loudly, large strings of drool falling from her chin. Again the crop and the deep thrust, she screamed and gulped as he took her throat again choking her, she bucked and strained against her bonds her brain on fire from pain and passion, she felt her little cunt spasm and she knew she would cum. He watched her seeing her build toward the climax, her body bound and at his mercy, he needed this girl, this slut, his slave. He felt his balls tighten and groaned, "You may cum only when I do my little slut." He pulled his cock from her mouth and pulling her by the hair tilted her head up as he lay his cock against her cheek and hung his balls into her wide open mouth. Sucking and rolling her tongue she whimpered loudly the hot hard cock caressing her cheek covering it with her own saliva as she pulled as much of his ball sack into her mouth as she could, her tongue working hard, the pain in her ass and buzzing clit driving her to new heights of lust and need. He sent the crop onto her upturned ass and thrust his cock back into her willing mouth deeply pressing her nose to his belly as she choked loudly, her body taut and stretched between the bonds that held her as her muffled scream sounded and vibrated on his cock. The crop stung her again and he pulled out suddenly growling "CUM" as she gasped open mouth and he cam over her face, she cried out her orgasm her body shaking and jerking, thick ropes of cum spurting over her pretty features. Leaning forward again he deposited the last spurts of cum onto her tongue. Her mind twisted and rolled as she strained against her bonds desperate for air. She had tried to hold back her need to cum but could feel it building impossibly, his power and control over her absolute in this position. The shock of his word "Cum" and the first slimy rope of his cum hitting her face undid all her restraint and she cried out. The total loss of control, the pain, the buzzing at her clit and his harsh use of her mouth pushed her higher and she cam hard squirting jets from her wide open cunt. So overwhelmed by what she felt the waves of climax continued to soar through her body for what seemed the longest time almost unconsciously she sucked and lapped at the cock he pushed back between her lips. She felt as if she were floating her eyes staring unseeingly as she jerked and trembled below him. Slowly he pulled from her lips, he watched as she floated on the endorphins rolling through her tiny body. Carefully he turned the toy off and unbound her quivering form picking her up and carrying the precious girl to the bed. Laying her down he moved in beside her and held her, scooping the thicker globs of cum from her face and feeding them to her as she slowly came back to him her eyes clearing as she looked up at him while sucking his finger. "You are exhausted my beautiful girl, you may sleep now but first thank your Master for using you like the good slave you are." He spoke quietly as he fed her another finger full of cum. Her throat felt gravelly as she whispered, "Thank you Master." She saw him smile down at her and knew he was pleased. Her heart skipped in her chest and she smiled back. Always amazed by how she felt each time he praised her, like she had won a hard fought prize. His hand stroked down her body and she winced as her marked ass moved, "I was hard on you little one, but you must learn to trust that I know best and obey me." His voice crooned and she felt powerlessly in his control even without the restraints, she nodded, "Yes Master." "It has been a very long day little slave and you have performed well. You will sleep here tonight so I can look after you." His hand stroked her hair back from her cum covered face. "You are so beautiful MY Ellie. Sleep now, you have made your Master proud today." She almost purred in happiness as she obediently closed her eyes, and relaxed under his soft caresses, whispering, "Thank you Master." Curling into his arms her bruised red ass sending tendrils of pain into her with every movement, she wondered how she got to this point, accepting the erotic pain and pleasure he lavished on her. If someone had have told her she would enjoy being beaten with a horse crop she would have thought them mad, that was before this week began. She fell asleep wondering how she got here, if this week would ever end and if she wanted it to. ......................................................... She woke slowly to a darkened room and winced as she moved whimpering softly. Her ass had taken so much punishment this week she did not think it would ever be the same again. As if on cue to her waking her Master wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I was just about to wake you little one, almost time to begin the day here." He pulled back the sheet taking in her naked form a glint in his eyes. He stroked and petted her body and smiled as she began to respond with small purring sounds. "Go and have a shower little one before I decide to keep you here all day." He smacked her ass lightly enjoying the whimper, "I will pick you out something to wear, most of the things Dianne bought for you are here." She winced and whimpered as she sat up and swung her legs from the bed standing quickly rather than remain on her bruised ass. She twisted as if to see the marks, but hearing Master clear his throat she looked at him. "Now little one." He his tone making her jump and hurry out of the room flying across the empty office in her nudity. He smirked and went to the closet picking out a soft wool suit and an almost transparent blouse laying them on the bed with thigh high stockings and a pair of heels to match satisfied he went out to his desk. The bathroom was slightly steamy and she realised he had showered as she slept. She cleaned off the mirror and peeked into it. Her hair was so tousled that it knotted as she ran her fingers through it pulling it from her face. Her face still bore small patches of dried cum and her nipples distended from the chain still loosely adorning them. Removing the chain she held it listening to the tinkling bells and looking at the delicate seeming chain. Shaking herself from the mirror she stepped into the small shower cleaning her body thoroughly and letting the hot water spray over her bruised ass soothing it. Stepping from the shower she toweled off luxuriating in the huge fluffy towels wrapping one about her as she dried and styled her hair and applied make up. Finally finished she smiled at the reflection, this was the girl she knew not the well used cum wearing slut that had entered the bathroom. She turned to leave spying the nipple chain and not wanting her ass to gain any further attentions this morning, rehung it from her nipples. She stepped out into the office with a shiver and went to cover the distance to the bedroom as quickly as possible but stopped mid step at his voice. "Ellie, come here." He watched as she stopped and turned toward him, head down hands moving to cover her nakedness then away behind her back as if remembering her training. He smiled as she knelt at his feet and he took her chin in his hand to tilt her face up to him. "Good girl now up over my lap." He could see her eyes widen in wonder of what she had done to be punished and he smiled at her gently guiding her over his lap. Reaching to the jar on his desk he rubbed soothing aloe into the marks he had given her the day before crooning, "Not everything is about punishment little slave." Mastering Bella Ch. 06 She sighed and relaxed over his thighs. He softly stroked and massaged her ass, the aloe soothing and cool on her skin she found herself purring like a kitten as he petted her lower back to her upper thighs making her hips roll with his movements. He smacked her then and pulled her up to meet his eyes, "So needy my little slut but we have no time to train you further this morning, go get dressed. I have laid out the clothes I wish you wear." Dazed she nodded, "Yes Master." She stood and walked quickly to the bedroom. It was not until she sat and rolled a stocking up her leg to nestle around her thigh that she realised how wet her cunt was from the massage he had given her. "Oh dear," she thought "I am the slut he calls me, so needy and wet." The thought alone seemed to make her hotter and she felt a spasm within her at the thought of cuming again. Shaking her head knowing he was waiting she grabbed up the other stocking smoothing it up her leg before standing and hurriedly dressing in the soft wool suit he had left for her. She turned to look in the mirror, again the suit fit her like a glove and was cut to highlight her small frame the almost translucent blouse seemed to caress the roundness of her breast as the chained nipples pressed forward seeking attention. She returned to him kneeling at his feet as he spoke on the phone, his boot moving between her thighs to nudge them further apart making the skirt ride up her thighs higher exposing the wet slit of her needy cunt and she blushed lowering her eyes. Once finished with his call he turned to her, "I have to be out of the office today, I have sent you an email with a list assignments to be completed today." He watched her as she looked up at him her head nodding slightly as she waited for him to continue, he waited though to hear her call him Master. "Yes Master." She replied as his silence lengthened, "Will you be gone all day?" "Most of the day, yes, I have left instructions for you and expect you to work as if I were here watching over you." His boot nudged between her thighs touching the wet slit and looking down with a raised eyebrow. "My little slut is so wet." He leaned down kissing her deeply before whispering, "Whose little slut are you, Ellie, who owns you and that hot little cunt?" he pressed his boot tighter against her folds as he leaned back watching her blush so prettily. She whispered, "You do Master." Pushing rubbing the toe of his boot into her he asked again. "Who owns you slave, who makes you such a needy little girl" Her hips rocked as the boot teased her and her breath came in pants as she answered. "You Master, you made this girl your slave, your slut." Her face flamed with her blushes at her own words. Unable to resist the exquisite girl before him he reached forward to pinch her nipple hard as she humped his boot. He growled in a low voice close to her face. "Yes. You are mine. I own you my precious treasure. Mine to give pleasure, mine to give pain, mine you use as I choose." He could see her small body straining and her eyes welling up as he twisted the nipple and forced his boot hard against her clit as her hips rocked. "Cum my needy little slave, cum for your Master." His words made her mind reel and add to the need and heat in her body, he had kept her on edge and wet for four days and as she knelt at his feet humping his boot she knew she had become a slut for him. It shook her core but she could not help the feelings he elicited in her, the need to please and obey him made her crave his use." She arched and came at his words crying out as she shook and ground against his boot. Holding her upright by her nipples he asked in a low voice, "What do you say slut?" "Thank you Master." He let her go allowing her to sink back and moving his boot from her, "You learn so quickly my slave I am pleased. Now clean your mess from my boot." Remembering the last time he asked her to clean his boot, she bent low and licked out at the cummy slime covered leather. He looked down on his slave and marveled at her obedience. Her training had gone better than even he could have predicted. Today he hoped would make her realise she needed him as her Master much as he desired to own and keep her. He smiled as she kneeled up and looked up at him cum smeared on her cheek. "Clean up then out to your desk slave girl I have a few things to do before I leave." He turned back to his desk and computer screen dismissing her. She stood and walked unsteadily to the bathroom to clean her self up and fix her make up and hair before moving out to her desk to check the assignments he had sent her. She sat gingerly, grateful for the soft suit and padded chair and turn on her computer. As it hummed to life he walked out of his office to stand behind her running a hand over her shoulder to cup her breast and quietly demand, "You will not leave until I return sweet slave, I expect you to be here waiting for me." He tweaked the nipple he had been caressing making her whimper softly. "Be good little slave I will see you when I get back." With that he tilted her face up to him and kissed her softly but deeply before walking out to the lift and departing. She heard the lift close and felt a twinge of loss, he had barely left her side so to speak for four days and she felt unexpectedly alone. The lift sounded again, she stood to greet, finding the kitchen staff and cleaners entering the suite. Explaining they were asked to bring her breakfast and clean Mister M's suite this morning as they were unable last night. She stood surprised, "He had organised her breakfast?" Her thoughts tumbled in her mind as they looked at her. "Can we go in now?" She let them in following them through the door and almost dropped to her knees to crawl as she had done for the last four days, she stopped momentarily stunned by her own movements and seeing them begin their tasks fled back to her desk. She sat lost in her own thoughts for a long time until a smiling young girl approached her with a tray. Bella looked up startled and cleared a spot on her desk for it. The girl smiled, "Mister M was very specific about what he wanted for HIS Bella and left a note for you." Leaving the tray she grinned and hurried back into the suite to assist the others. Bella looked at the tray and felt the girl's contagious grin spreading across her own face as she saw the cinnamon toast cut into smiley faces and the juice at the colour of sunset denoting the watermelon and passionfruit blend she loved. Realising how hungry she was she took a bite and licking her fingers she picked up the note. "Trust your Master little one, he will always cherish you and see to your needs. You are his most valuable treasure. M" She ate and focused back on her computer looking down the list of assignments he had left her. She was to meet Dianne for lunch! She beamed happily liking the buxom blonde very much and looking forward to the chance to talk to her alone about the last four days. She smiled, Dianne had been the first person she met in the company when she had come to work, before she had become a slave or even knew that they existed outside of porn. She had never realised how naïve she was until this week and looked forward to being able to ask Dianne some of the questions that plagued her mind. It took her moments to focus back on the work at hand and she spent the first hour sending emails of gratitude to the Masters she had met the previous day for their kindness toward her with particular attention to Master Jack who had gifted her the crop that she still bore the bruises from. Her thoughts dwelled on each of the girls and how happy they had seemed, she wished she had had more time to ask them about their lives as slaves. The staff girls left the suite picking up her tray on the way out. "We have left the fridge stocked as requested. Do you want to look over the rooms before we leave?" "Oh I am sure they are fine." She smiled but at their insistence she stood and stepped into the office, walking to her Masters desk she stroked the surface of the deep rich wood desk she had been bent over more than once and blushed, looking up to see the cleaning staff watching her. She hurried to each room giving a cursory inspection and not seeing even an eyelash out of place she smiled at them, "Looks perfect to me. Thank you." She walked back out to her desk with them and sat back resuming her work as she heard the lift open and close leaving her alone with her thoughts once more. She went on with the slow paced day to day running of the office, answering phones, filing, making appointments, her thoughts always drifting to her Master, she realised she did not, even in her own thoughts, call him Mel anymore. He was a demanding man, even as a child and growing up she had known him as a strict but loving man. He had spoiled her when he visited but just as easily would reprimand her as her father would if she stepped out of line. She remembered a short lived rebellion against her strict parents when she was no more than fourteen. She had arrived for a dinner party they insisted she attend rather than a sleep over at a friend's house dressed in trashy clothes with dark garish make up. Her mother had cried in horror and refused to look at her but she was shaken by the look of disappointed fury on her fathers face almost mirrored in her Masters. She knew her father would not make a scene in front of guests but Master had stood stormed over to her gathered her by a tight fist around her upper arm marching her back to her room demanding she make herself back into the sweet little girl he knew not the nasty gutter snipe she looked like now and make her parents proud. She had cried and screeched at him but he never said another word dragging her to the shower turning it on and throwing her in fully clothed before leaving the room. She returned to them that night begging forgiveness, her father and mother all but ignored her in their anger and disappointment, Master though and his wife had acted like nothing had happened greeted her and insisted she have desert, even though she had completely missed the meal. "His wife!" She thought and her mind went into a tumultuous tumble, "What am I doing! Its adultery!" She shrank back from the horror of her thoughts. The phone rang again cutting through her thoughts, answering it she was greeted by her mother's concerned voice. "Your phone is still turned off and you were not home when I rang this morning are you all right Bella?" "Oh man," she thought, she totally forgot to turn her phone on this morning. "Everything is fine mum, I must need a new battery for my phone I will put it on charge now. I started work early this morning and have been so busy I didn't check it." Her mother hesitated and sighed dramatically. "Well as long as you are alright, you work too hard lately I will have to get your father to talk to Mel I think he is wearing you out if you are becoming forgetful of your poor mother." "How can this woman make her feel so guilty," she retreated into being a small chastised child and pleaded, "Oh mummy don't do that I am sorry it wont happen again but I am a working girl now you have to understand I have job to do, I am turning my phone on right now, okay?" the last thing she wanted was her father talking to Master. "Okay. Okay." Her mother paused before starting on a different tack, "Bella you will be here early tomorrow wont you, I will need a lot of help getting things ready, have you organised your costume? Do you need your father to come pick you up with everything, is that boy you have been seeing coming with you?" She had uttered the word boy with disdain showing her dislike. Her stomach lurched at the question, she was so torn between doing the right thing for her parents and obeying Master, she hesitated a moment too long. "Bella, Bella! Are you there? What is wrong? Something is wrong I can feel it!" Bella cringed at her mothers tone. "No mum nothing is wrong everything is fine it's just so busy here at work, don't worry I will be there." She hesitated again, "I am just not sure what time I can get away. I don't think Jim can make it so don't worry. I will ring Daddy if I need a ride okay?" Her mothered sighed dramatically into the other end of the phone and said "Well that's good news at least." Bella realised her mother was about to go on another tangent and quickly interrupted, "Mum I have a lot of work to get done if I don't want to have to be here all day tomorrow finishing it. I have to go. Don't worry so much everything will be fine." Her mother started to speak again but Bella pretended someone was with her, putting her hand over the phone and asking the imaginary person to take a seat before whispering, "I have to go mum I will see you tomorrow. I love you." Hanging up she checked her own phone, worried messages from her parents and one from Jim. He was hoping she was enjoying their time apart. He was going Byron Bay with friends for a long weekend perhaps a week and would call her late next week sometime to talk. He sounded tetchy and she groaned, at least with Master she knew what he wanted and where she stood. She froze. Did she really? For now maybe but after this week who knew... At this point in time she knew what Masters expectations would entail. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. He answered with a smile in his voice and she breathed a sigh of relief... "Hello my little Ellie, missing my guidance already?" "Yes Master." She relayed the conversation she had with her mother and how the woman had made her feel so small and guilt ridden. How she was torn and scared to disappoint him or her parents. She needed to pick up her costume still and how she wasn't sure about driving all that way alone or whether to have to father pick her up. She hurried on as he listened and told him of how her boyfriend had left her a terse message regarding his trip. He could hear the anxiousness in her voice as she spoke of her mother. He said nothing as she told him the whole story of her phone not being on, the call and the messages waiting for her. Finally she stopped and he sternly replied, "You did well to call and tell me your concerns. You will trust me little one, your Master will look after everything do not worry any further. Ring the costume shop and cancel your order I will choose a costume appropriate for my slave." She started to argue but stopped herself meekly replying, "Yes Master." "As for Jim, I think if you are honest with yourself, you know he is not the man for you, he is still just a boy and he is sulking." He paused and spoke seriously, "Trust me little one all will be well. Do as I have asked today I will return later." She fare welled him and hung up, feeling apprehensive but better that she had told him. She picked the phone up again and made another call to cancel her costume hire. She checked her watch lunch with Dianne couldn't come fast enough. She needed to talk to someone that understood the predicament she was in. "No one in her current circle of friends would understand that she had agreed to live the last few days as a slave." The thought of telling anyone made her shiver, "They would think she was a freak. Gosh, she wondered that herself!" She squirmed in her seat feeling the bruises that had brought her such an intense orgasm. "What was wrong with her that she didn't hate him for the bruises, the beatings, the demands he placed upon her. That she craved his smile and his praise so much she would endure those and more." She quivered knowing her body thrilled to every painful and humiliating experience he gave her as well as the tender care he took of her. She touched her lips remembering his kisses soft but deep making her feel... she dint know what she felt anymore. ........................................ Mel Closed his phone and smiled broadly, "Bella was beginning to give him the control he wanted over her life, not just her body." He continued with his plans, he had already decided on a costume for her two days ago when Dianne had taken her measurements, he had spoken with a designer and had it drawn up before approving it to be made for her. In his minds eye he saw her wearing it, her perfectly little body highlighted and her face framed, he shifted uncomfortably as he drove. His desire to be with her and torment her constantly had not waned over the last four days if anything he wanted only more of her but today he needed to see to certain items meant for her he did not wish to delegate. Turning off the highway for the slower drive to the mountain village that was his destination he pressed the button on his hands free set and dialed Bella's father. "Hey Joe," He smiled as Joe greeted him warmly, "Everything is set for the party planners and caters to arrive in the morning, good job keeping the surprise from Rosie, I just heard her giving Bella a hard time on the phone about needing her help as I was leaving the office, she seems a little stressed about it all." Joe laughed, "That would be an understatement, Rosie should know better than the bother Bella at work, though." "No, no, do not worry about her ringing Bella at work, its all good. I am sure she will be fine once you spring our surprise on her tomorrow. She will be so busy ordering people about but I was wondering if you would mind if I brought Bella down in the afternoon. Rather than have her drive all that way alone or interrupt your preparations coming to get her." "Well," Joe considered, "it would be a weight off my mind not having her drive alone, is that boy she likes not coming?" Mel huffed not concealing his dislike of Bella's boyfriend, "I don't think she is seeing much of him at the moment, which is a good thing if you ask me." Joe agreed wholeheartedly, "Sure Mel that would be great if you drove Bella down. Don't worry about Rosie I will explain to her it's for the best and she will have all the help she needs until Bella arrives in the afternoon." "If all else fails call my ball and chain over to help, she is close by to you." Mel laughed. "I can't understand why you two don't divorce you haven't lived together for years. Find someone to get you out of that company once in a while." "It seemed easier just to live separately than go through all that mess, Jenny and I are friends after all, but your probably right. Always the lawyer, are you scouting for more business?" He laughed again. "Oh yeah of course." Joe replied dryly. "Okay I will see you tomorrow, thanks for everything. Tell Bella not to worry I will talk to Rosie. They said their goodbyes and he mentally checked that off his list as he pulled into the driveway of a small cottage and smiled. He walked into the boutique. He loved this place, so innocent looking from first glance but it was well known within his circle friends for fetish wear and leather goods. A girl approached him, "Master Mel?" she tilted her head and he nodded slightly. "Mistress is out I am afraid but I have your costume ready." He followed the girl to another room smiling as he saw the Bella sized mannequin, draped in the costume he had envisioned, it was perfect. "Box it up for me I will take it with me now." He called Bella as he waited and smiled as she answered the phone. "Hello little slave. Working hard for your Master?" "Oh yes Master, of course." She replied quickly. "I have spoken with your father." He heard her gasp so he hurried on, "I called him and let him know I would be bringing you down with me in the afternoon tomorrow" In his minds eyes he could almost see her worried face and lip chewing as she remained silent. "Your father will smooth things with your mother do not worry." Hesitantly she replied, "Yes Master. Thank you Master." Mastering Bella Ch. 06 "Good girl. Your father and I have organised some help as a surprise for your mother so relax little slave Master will look after you. Trust me." Stunned all she could do was reply, "Yes Master. Thank you Master." He smiled into the phone, "You are mine, Ellie." Saying nothing else he hung up and taking the boxes from the girl returned to his car. From there he drove to a quiet restaurant and checked his watch, "Right on time." One of his oldest friends, Rob, waited for him and he took his seat relaxing and talking about their lives. Towards the end of the meal Rob pulled three boxes from his briefcase, and slid them across the table. "Each of these suits the details you gave me, and have been sized, take them and let me know if you want to keep one or all three, or perhaps more." Rob said with a wink. Mel flipped open the boxes whistling at the delicate designs as his fingers traced them. "You are an artist my friend." Rob shrugged, "The design is yours I just breathed life into it. I must say I am curious about the girl who has caught the attention of the great, variety is the spice of life, Mel." Mel winked, "What can I say, I found something I want and I plan to keep her for a very long time." They left shortly after and driving once again Mel found himself, dwelling on his obsession, that first day when disguised as a game he had forced her to be his slave through shame and humiliation. She was so sweet and naïve he had expected her to be more resistant to his training but her naturally submissive nature led her to accept his demands. It was her reactions to the increasingly harsher punishments and humiliations that had surprised him, finding in her a masochistic streak where the pain became erotic had only made him desire her more and determined to keep her. She was a dream come true and she was his. ............................... Bella looked at the phone and put it down slowly. Somehow he had managed to organise her parents and her life with a phone call. She knew she would still face her mother's histrionics over being late but she felt the tension flow from her. "Trust," she told herself "All she had to do was trust her Master and things would work out." Her mind drifted to him again, his care, his concern his tenderness, tinged with his rules, demands the way he punished her and brought her to mind shattering orgasms with his use. She pictured his handsome face, old enough to be her father she found obeying him second nature, it was the completely sexual dominance he had over her that twisted her mind. She knew he had not truly lived with his wife in the mountain home near her parents for years, always traveling from the city for gatherings. She pictured them together trying to mold her mind around the relationship with the homely and affable Jenny they were more friendly with each other rather than affectionate. She could not imagine Jenny being treated as a slave. Her mind tumbled over the word adultery again, what she was doing was wrong on so many levels, slavery, adultery, the shame she had been feeling for the last four days washed over her again and she leaned back in her chair closing her eyes she was so confused, she breathed deeply, "One week." She muttered to her self over and over again like a mantra. "Then they would talk. One week. One week..." At that moment the lift sounded interrupting her thoughts and Dianne walked in smiling. "Put the phone through to the office room darlin' and let's see what delicacies they have left us." Dianne glided past her and through the office doors. Stunned Bella forwarded the phone through and followed the woman through the office to the kitchenette. "Oh," Dianne was pulling things from the fridge, "Mel has the best taste." Piling plates high with crab and green papaya salad and adding sparkling water, she handed Bella a tray of fresh fruits and chocolate treats she took up the other tray and walked out to the comfy chairs. Still following not really sure if she should be doing anything she watched as Dianne put her tray on a low table and flopped into the over stuffed leather couch patting the cushion beside her. "Now sweet little Bella lets gossip." Bella sat and smiled at the woman. She didn't know where to begin so rather than asking all the questions that jumbled in her mind she picked up her plate and picked at the salad. Dianne grinned, "You know there is all sorts of gossip about you after yesterday." Bella widened her eyes and choked on the mouthful she had been swallowing, making Dianne laugh and shake her head. "You didn't think the girls wouldn't brag at the club that Mel was considering taking his own slave after all this time and that they actually met you." Bella took a sip of her water, and drew a deep breath. "But he is married. Surely..." Dianne cut her off, "Pffffffft most of the Masters at the club have a little woman at home to keep house and make them look respectable to those outside the lifestyle. It's all politics and business and means very little to the majority of people in this company and the club." "Yesterday I heard a club mentioned, what is it exactly?" Bella asked quietly as she took in the idea of Master's marriage being for show only. "Oh baby I hope I am there the first time you go through the doors, just to see those big green eyes go wider. Let's see, it's a very private club and membership is strictly vetted. It's a place where Dominant men or women can take their slaves and be themselves. It is like a night club, music and dancing in one bar, a piano bar in another area even a restaurant but there are also show areas for dominants to show off their slaves and private rooms. It's quite an amazing place. The owners hire only submissive people and slaves to serve there. Essentially they are owned by the club." Bella listened chewing slowly on her salad. "When you talk it all sounds so very normal for a person to be owned, but it seems so very unreal to me. Before this week I would have thought it was illegal to own another." "Own is probably a bad word think of it as a relationship of love and trust like most other relationships except that in our relationships, one person, the dominant, has all the power. Rather than exchanging rings and pretending to be equal partners in marriage, we in the lifestyle exchange power so only one is in control and the other for want of a better word is owned and usually given a collar rather than a ring. It takes a lot of trust to give up that power to another but it's your gift to give, and it is a big responsibility for the one taking it. Understand?" Bella nodded slowly but the confusion shone in her eyes as she tried to wrap her head around it. "All the slaves we met yesterday, gave their Masters power over them, willingly?" "Not only gave it, but begged their Masters to take it." Dianne laughed merrily, "Dominants have such big egos they love to hear a girl beg to be collared and owned." "Even you?" Bella asked quietly. Dianne let out a peel of laughter, "Honey, mine is a different thing all together, I got into some bad financial dealings, Mel and his company bailed me out, gave me the money to get out of trouble and in exchange I signed on to be one of the company slaves for three years, I will be debt free for doing what I love anyway. In answer to your question, though, I would beg for Masters collars were a free to do so." Bella's expressive face went from shock to horror to surprise, "Is everyone in the company a slave or Master?" "Gosh no, but some girls came like I did to the company. Some of the executives are Masters, I serve them. Well only Kurt White right now." She beamed as she said it. "So now its my turn to ask questions, how did you end up here?" Bella chatted about her life growing up knowing Master and how he offered her the job when she left college. How he had been a mentor and friend until this week. Everything started to roll out once she started to talk, the game, the way she reacted to his spanking, feeling like she was forced into this but now so unsure how she felt about anything, especially her Master. Dianne hugged her and spoke seriously, "I never realised. I have known Mel a very long time and I have never known him to force anything onto a girl. It is just not his style. He must want you to be his, very much." She paused thinking about the enigmatic man, he saved girls from abusive or forced slavery, he had favourites but had never shown special attention to anyone girl before. "I will clean up these dishes as you think on this," Diane paused and looked earnestly at Bella. "If you were given the choice right this very moment to leave and not look back, never see him again, safe in the knowledge Mel would tell no one what has happened." She paused briefly letting the words sink in. "Or to stay and become his in what ever way he wanted, what would you do?" She got up gathering dishes and looking at Bella's confused expression she added. "I know you don't realise it but you have all the power at the moment Bella. You can give it to him freely or you can keep it and walk away." With that walked into the kitchenette leaving Bella with her thoughts. Bella was stunned. She had never considered it like that. "Oh there were times in the last few days she had considered running, hiding, escaping, but to just say no and walk away." She chewed her lip the idea of saying no to Master made her giggle, "He would be disappointed and his disappointment meant punishment," she squirmed her bruised ass at the thought and his face came into her mind, darkly handsome a smile touching his lips like when he is pleased with her. Something touches deep inside, the need she has to see this pleased face. "No she couldn't just walk away right here and now, it's not in her purposefully disappoint him and perhaps maybe hurt him. She knew then she needed to talk like this with him, only he could give her the answers she needed. She had to play this out to the end of the week. He had promised they would talk then." Mastering Bella Ch. 07 Back at her desk Bella worked through her last few assignments and her mind drifted to him constantly. He had barely left her time to think over the last 48 hours filling every moment with training and discipline, today she was alone with too much time to think. She missed his constant presence and dark watchful eyes. His face appeared in her mind as always as she thought of him, dark and handsome, older, much older, his experience both thrilling and intimidating her. As a family friend she had grown up giving him the deference he deserved and doing as he asked, her mind did a back flip as she considered this and wondered once again how this man, her friend and mentor had become her Master? The lunch with Dianne had been enlightening but they had taken far too long with Kurt coming to collect Dianne when she hadn't reappeared at her desk. "Punishment would be due and it would be my fault." Bella thought. The time had slipped away and all the general not so personal questions about the lifestyle, the club and the people she met yesterday all came bubbling out. Her phone rang and hearing his voice in answer to her greeting she clutched the phone a little tighter. "My Ellie," it was a statement. "How was lunch?" "The food you ordered was wonderful thank you and thank you for the breakfast too I had not realised how hungry I was, this morning." She smiled into the phone. "Of course I made sure you had breakfast. My sweet little one I will always see you get what you need and want, you know this. I have told you often," his tone was brusque. "Yes Master." She chewed her lip. "The food was never my question, how was lunch with Dianne." He could picture her at her desk chewing her lip as he spoke her pretty expressive face showing her every emotion. She opted for honesty, "Dianne is a wonderful friend to have at the company, and she is funny and warm and umm very enlightening." She hurried on, "We had a good time talking but lost track of time, I do not think Mr White was very pleased." She chewed her lip, "I think Dianne might be in trouble because I kept her too long." "Dianne is a big girl and can read a watch as easily as you can little one do not worry over that." He paused and she could almost hear a smile in his voice as she continued, "Enlightening was she?" Never had she wanted to see his face more she could not tell if he was displeased or teasing her. She squirmed as she answered carefully, "I had a lot of questions after yesterday and meeting other umm girls in my umm situation." He chuckled and in her mind she could definitely see his smile now as he teased her more, "And what situation is that little slave?" His mood and not having his dark eyes boring into her very core made her bolder than she had been all week. "That's just it, being a slave it's all so new I don't know what I am doing let alone if I am doing it right. I don't know how I feel about it all." She sighed, "I don't seem to know anything anymore my world is all upside down and inside out." She gasps as she realises she has just said that out loud to the man who is causing her view of the world to shift precariously. Hearing her gasp he replies slowly, "Ellie," His voice is stern but soft and she is unsure all over again as he continues, "With all new things there is a time of learning, training if you will, do as I ask, when I ask and you will always be perfect. I wanted you to be able to talk with Dianne and I am pleased you found her," he paused for effect "enlightening." There was that word, 'pleased' and she let go of the breath she didn't realise she was holding. She felt the fluttering in her tummy and the warm glow spread over her as a smile appeared on her face forcing her bottom lip from between her teeth. "Yes Master," is all she can manage to say. "Good I will be back within the hour. Oh and clear your schedule for this evening please little one." With that he hung up and left her sitting basking in his pleasure. She set to finishing her work checking the clock and gauging the time until his return. Picking up the phone she called her mother. "Hi Mummy... No nothing is wrong, I am busy with a friend tonight and I didn't want to worry you again." She promised to be on time the follow day and tried to calm her mother's frazzled nerves. Her father was home and she spoke briefly with him confirming the arrangements to get there. She smiled as he spoke of her mother's histrionics about the party and laughed when they both agreed she loved the drama. She hung up smiling. "She hadn't lied exactly she was busy with a friend, she just didn't say what sort of friend." Her constantly whirling mind flipped over again, "And what sort of friend is he?" She contemplated the words friend and master as she finished the last of her assignments and she tried to ignore the nagging thoughts of lying to her parents and concentrate on tonight. Standing and shaking herself she went to the bathroom to freshen up and look her best for Master's arrival, she was determined to try her best for what she assumed would probably be their last evening as Master and slave. They would not talk about the week until Monday but she would go home to tomorrow for the weekend so tonight she would do her best to be pleasing. Entering the bathroom she found her body quivering in anticipation. Looking in the mirror and seeing eyes bright and shining, she shook her head, "Look at your self Bella! Four days of nonstop orgasms and your all flushed and bright eyed at the thought of him returning. You really are his slut," the mid flip ensued "for now." The shame of this knowledge poured oil on the heat between her legs. ............................................. Mel hung up from Bella, today was a gamble but he knew she needed time to wrap her mind around what they were doing and her naive views on relationships. Their week was almost over, would have been over today if the training had not gone well. He had known she would be submissive but she had exceeded all his expectations. He had taken control of her world when through shame and humiliation he had made her his slave that first day. He smiled to himself, his desire to Master her more potent than ever. His impatience to own her completely surfaced, he needed her to accept her place at his feet, not just accept it but want it, ask for it, admit that she belonged to him and him alone. His minds eye saw her on her knees calling him master, his long held fantasy coming to life. He knew he could not and would not let her go now. He needed more information about the 'enlightening' lunch and as he drove into the company car park he decided to seek the source. Minutes later he strolled into Kurt Whites office and smiling at Dianne he announced, "Okay, enlighten me." Fifteen minutes later he stood to leave as Dianne said, "Oh when and if you take her to the club let me be there the first time please. Her eyes are going to pop out of her head." "Actually I was going to take her there for an early dinner tonight." Mel looked at their stunned faces. Kurt looked skeptical "It's not too soon?" "Only dinner not the back rooms she is not ready for that. I am not a total bastard." He looked at them both again, he counted them as friends so he continued, "And I can't keep her cooped up in my office all the time. She has to know what she is getting into, and she is obviously curious." "We had better come too then, some of those people will want to eat her alive and Diane can run interference." Kurt showed concern, he was one of the few people who knew Mel well and had an inkling of what this girl meant to him. "Fine I will ring you when we are ready to leave. It will be a while," a smile quirking his lips "I have not seen her all day...." He left it hanging in the air. Dianne grinned and danced excitedly, "Any time your ready boss!" Shaking his head as he walked away, Dianne could never be disciplined enough to be his type but he was glad she and Kurt had found each other their fun loving personalities a perfect match. Not wanting to delay any longer Mel headed straight to his office to find his perfect match. "If only she knew it," he mused. Smiling as he entered he saw her sit up straighter and return his smile making her pretty face light up. Unable to resist this exquisite small girl he swooped in and lifted her out of her chair kissing her deeply. "Your Master missed you today little slave." She purred into his kiss, she had missed him more than she had admitted to herself. It was more than just his ominous presence she realised she did feel treasured and precious to him as he kissed her so deeply showing how much he missed her. "Forward the phone to my office and follow me." He said as he put her back on her feet and walked to his desk. As he sat at his desk she appeared in the doorway, "Close it." He murmured staring at her darkly. She pivoted and closed the door softly before gliding across the floor to him floating down to a graceful kneel beside his chair. He gazed at her and peeking up at him she was taken aback by the hungry look in his eyes. "Stand..." His voice is commanding but not harsh. As gracefully as she could muster she stood her body quivering under his dark gaze, "You are beautiful Ellie, I want to see all of you, skirt and blouse off, slowly." He leaned back in his chair regarding her as she lifted her hands to the blouse and began to unbutton. Ever so slowly she shrugged her shoulders letting the jacket slide from her shoulders as the last of the buttons came free and the transparent blouse opened wide revealing her breasts as she reached back to her skirt's zip. Unzipping she swayed in what she hoped was a seductive way so that the skirt slid down her legs pooling at her feet. Stepping out of it slowly she let her blouse slip off her arms to pool on the floor as well. She quivered and glanced up his smouldering eyes. "You have the loveliest flawless skin my Ellie; it is the perfect canvas for me." He stood and moved beside her tracing his fingertips over her shoulders and breasts gently, looking into her eyes as he smacked her breast lightly to hear the bells ring sweetly and smiled as she gasped and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. His fingertips moved again caressing down her body and over her belly "Turn around" he murmured. As she moved his fingers trailed over her skin to her back making her shiver. The marks from last night all but faded, "She is a wonder this girl," he thinks. His hands trailed up and down her spine before cupping her slightly bruised ass and squeezing hard eliciting a whimper exciting him all the more. Pulling her back against him his hands move to knead her breasts twisting the nipples mildly, "Did you miss your Master today little one?" "Yes Master" her voice is a breathy whimper. His hand trailed down her body which bowed begging without words for his touch. He continued to stroke down her body his voice soft and hot against her ear as he teased her, "Such a needy little slave." His hand dips down between her legs and she immediately widened her stance for him, "Yes little slut, your so wet for your Master." His hand pulled back and he spanked her cunt hard making her squeal in surprise more than pain. Slapping her cunt again harder she rose to her toes, her eyes widening as she squealed. Pulling her back with him he sat in the desk chair with her on his lap. Reaching underneath her thighs he pulled them wide and placed them over the chair's arms, she had never felt so open and exposed and his hand crashed down onto her again smacking wetly her hips bucked under the slap making him smile as she squealed. His cock stiffened and nestled against her ass as he slapped her three more times before sinking his fingers deeply into her. Hearing her moan and feeling her hips buck as her muscles tensed tightly clasping at his fingers he growled in pleasure into her ear. Curling his fingers against the front wall of her cunt he started to fuck her with his fingers. Her hips moved with him and he felt her body tremble, he continued to growl into her ear, "So hot and wet little slut. The pain excites you, Master can feel your pleasure, and you need a Master to give you what you need, what you want." He watched her ragged breathing and shaking limbs, stopping his fingers deep within her, he bit at her neck as her hips rolled seeking more. "Tell Master what you need." "Please," she whimpered. "Oh please." Her hips bucked mashing cunt her against his hand. His lips quirked into the shadow of a smile as he asked again, "Please what?" His fingers moved slightly. "Please more Master, more." Her voice was breathless as she whimpered her need. "Please." He started to pump his fingers into her hard and deep, "More of this little slut?" "Yes! Oh Yes Please Master." "Cum for me my slave girl give me what I demand, what you need." As she started to spasm he pulled his fingers out and slapped her cunt watching her squirt, "She is so tight." He groaned considering the night ahead. Standing he draped her over his desk panting and mewling her eyes half closed coming down off her high. "Good girl" he soothed as he stroked her back and opened his draw. "I neglected your training today didn't I little one." Pulling out the small pink carrot shaped object he placed it before her unfocused eyes. Still trembling from her orgasm she tensed feeling him move behind her to grind his hard cock against her ass. Leaning over her and kissing down her spine, he held the plug before her eyes again before stepping back and nudging her feet apart. Widening her legs and caressing her ass with one hand the other dipping the butt plug into her gooey wet cunt lubricating it and running between her two holes. "You are so beautiful like this." He slapped her ass and parted her cheeks widely watching intently as he slowly pressed the plug into place stretching her tight anus. "Every part of you is mine, my Ellie." Whimpering, her thighs glowing wetly, she squirmed as he spoke softly. "Good girl." Pulling her back into his lap he wrapped his arms around her. She curled in his arms her panting slowing gradually. Grasping her chin and tilting her head up to him he kissed her gently his lips curling into that small smile she longs for. "You please me greatly my Ellie," he said softly and at her answering smile leaned in to kiss her again. "You make me very happy, happier than I have been in a long time." Her tummy clenched and the deep need to please this man swelled and bloomed inside her at his words. His arms tightened around her and he pulled her very close to his body murmuring hotly in her ear. "You are Mine now. Do you understand? All of you, Mine." She said nothing. She was stunned but the feeling she had from pleasing him overwhelmed everything else. He pulled back and looked into her eyes doubt clouding his as she remained silent making her feel guilt at having put that look there causing her to whisper, "Yes Master." She curled back into him feeling ironically safe in his arms, her mind whirled around the pleasure and pain melding it with the feelings of being cherished and possessed to the point of being owned, being his. "How can this feel so right sometimes yet shame and humiliate her equally at how wrong it all was at other times," she knew she needed to talk to him, like she spoke with Dianne. But not wanting to ruin the moment she stayed silent letting her mind twist around the fact that she was not only a slut who liked being spanked but she was His slut. The hint of a smile lightens his face and he cradles her to him again. "You will stay with me this evening to make up for the day we spent apart." "Yes Master." "He wanted to make up the day apart! Well this was only for a week. What would happen when the week was finally over? We will talk at the end of the week of course." She chewed her lip, "but will it be too late to ask all the questions about doubts that plagued her?" her constant uncertainty nagged at her again. "Go clean up and fix your make up I would like your hair up this evening we are going out." He smacked her ass as she rose and he watched her walk to the bathroom still wearing her heels and stockings making him groan inwardly. "He would have to take her tonight or explode," he shook his head at this thought. He could have used another slave today before he returned to ease the tension but his thoughts dwell only on this girl, he has dreamed of owning her for the longest time. He wanted no other now that she was here at his feet, obeying his every command. He stood and moved into the bedroom opening the wardrobe grateful for the shopping Diane did for him but looking forward to taking her shopping himself he knew exactly how he liked her to look and as her Master his needs would have to be met. He rummaged in the closet for just the right thing pulling out items and discarding them, he pulled out an emerald green dress cut low in the front and back it would cling in all the right places to show off her exquisite body as well as highlighting her eyes. She appeared at the door naked and beautiful, crossing the floor in two easy steps he took her by the wrist and dragged her toward him "You are beautiful My Ellie." His head leaned down to posses her lips again. "Stand still arms up," he commanded and he took the dress, pulling it down her arms and over her head as she stood immobile as he dressed her in the tight but not uncomfortable fabric. "Sit," he pointed to the bed entering the closet and a moment later he appeared with new high heels passing them to her. He took up the white velvet choker from the day before and wrapped it around her neck as she slipped on the shoes, snapping it into place. She sat up as he rummaged in a small box and turned back to her clipping a gold adornment to the velvet choker. Turning to the mirror as he motioned her to stand she is almost unrecognizable to herself. She is all curves she didn't know she had. The sides of the dress are totally cut out and threaded together by straps that crisscrossed over her hip and ribs. The neckline low she appeared to have more cleavage as her small breasts were pressed together by the tight material. The chain she still wore looked odd and distorted and she reached into the neckline to fix it as he watched. Her eyes noticed the gold emblem on the white choker it is two letter M's joined by twining golden chains and she puzzles over it as she continued to try and fix the bells and chain without much success "Take the chain off." He considered her and continued, "Perhaps we should talk about having your nipples pierced." Her eyes widened and confusion clouded her eyes as the slowly released the chain from her nipples and pulled it free. "You look lovely little slave." His hand moved to her ass caressing and delving under the dress to find the plug and wriggle it within her making her gasp. He slid his hand down further between her legs "Always so wet and willing for your Master, such a good girl." As he stood behind her caressing her, her breathing quickened and she stepped back slightly wanting to feel him against her. "We don't have time for," he smirked. "More." And paused meaningfully for the briefest moment before he continued, "You are insatiable little slut, but later I promise, more, much more." He emphasised the word as he moved away and took a white coat from the closet turn back to her, "Come." Exiting the room with her following close behind "Collect your phone," he said as he moved to his desk. She returned within a minute, he pointed to a spot on the floor and she floated down to kneel there watching him. He picked up the phone on his desk, "Ready, meet you in the foyer." Taking a few items from his desk drawer he turned back and looked at her. The object of his fantasy kneeling obediently before him, talking with Dianne had indeed been enlightening to them both. She was becoming more his every moment they spent together and he was determined not to spend many of those moments apart before the end of the week. His cock stirred as he gazed at her, "Oh yes tonight he would take her to new places in so many ways." Mastering Bella Ch. 07 ................................ Dianne's bubbly exuberance was catching as they entered a heritage style building and waited for the lift. Her Master had a protective arm around her shoulders and had pulled her close almost possessively. No one had told her where they were going and she chewed her lip as she self consciously fidgeted thinking, "There must be a restaurant at the top of this building." Entering the lift Mel took his club card out and inserted it into a slot in the main panel and the lift began to descend, he watched Bella turn pale and with worried eyes held her chin, "What's wrong little one?" She was speechless, the card still in his hand clearly read, "The Club", and she trembled in fear and nervousness, "Dianne didn't think he would bring me here anytime soon yet here I am. I am not a slave, I will embarrass him. He will be disappointed in me again." Her mind cried at her and she dropped her eyes as she stood trembling. "You probably have her bound in a too tight corset Master Mel," Dianne piped in. "I will take her to the little slaves room and she will be good as new." Bella peeked up and saw the worry in her Masters eyes and steeled herself to straighten up, "I am fine, no corset." She whispered her eyes glancing to the card in her Masters hand as the doors to the lift opened. He put his arm protectively around her ushering her out to the lobby. Two girls came forward to greet them and take their coats. Almost unwillingly Bella let her coat be peeled away as she heard Dianne barely audible exclamation "Whoa, definitely no corset there." Bella looked up at her Master who was smirking, and placed a hand proprietorially enclosing the nape of her neck. "MY Bella," He said simply and guiding her by her neck moved her forward into the club salon. It was all dark wooded Victorian elegance like the gentleman's clubs you would see on documentaries about British aristocrats. Wide double doors on the three remaining walls opened to other parts of the club. Kurt turned to Mel with a chuckle, "You want to grab a drink here and make everyone who walks through the door curious or will we go eat so you can get the lovely Bella home early." Bella tried to look around without actually seeming to be gawking at the sheer opulence of the gilded fixtures, dark polished wood and leather furniture, she caught Dianne's eye that winked and gave her reassuring smile, mouthing the word, "Relax". "When have you ever known me to be so obvious," Mel laughed and the moved across the room to the door on the left. The next room seemed cavernous with decor similar to the lobby and salon bar, at one end of the room was a bar and a piano on a raised dais surrounded by small tables the rest of the room was taken with larger tables and booths set further apart than seemed normal. As they move forward she saw some tables already occupied, at one table men were seated with their girls kneeling beside them as she had at the lunch yesterday with Master but at others the girls sat with their Masters. Bella chewed her lip wondering where she would be expected to sit. Mel frowned, tilting his head and in a low voice turned to Kurt, "Lawrence is here, you and Dianne go distract him while I find a booth for us." Kurt groaned rolling his eyes but nodded and veered over to one of the tables with Dianne in tow. Mel guided Bella deeper into the room to a booth "Sit Ellie," unsure she looked up at him all wide eyed confusion. "No you do not have to kneel here tonight. I asked you to sit." Raising his eyebrow he continued, "What I want when I want little slave." The dress made it difficult to slide into the booth but she quickly sat up trying so hard to be the slave he wanted in this place. His lip quirked into a smile, "Good girl," He murmured as he slid in beside her. "Now before the others come tell me what happened in the lift, you looked very pale." How could she tell him she wasn't good enough, she would disappoint him in comparison to the girls here. That she just wasn't ready for this. He watched her expressive face as she chewed on her lip, seeing her anxiousness as her eyes darted around the room and back to him. "Trust me my Ellie, no harm will come to you. This is part of my world as a Dominant a part I believed you curious about. Yes?" She nodded and chewed her lip. "You have so pleased me these last few days; you have done all I have asked and taken everything I have given you. You have been mine and I could not be happier now tell me what is wrong my Ellie." His tone was firm requiring an answer. "I do want to please you, but..." she faltered. "But what..." he frowned and she trembled under his gaze. She took a deep breath and let go of some of her anxiety in a rush of words, "I will not fit in. They will all know I am not a real slave, they will see that I make mistakes. I am only just learning all the things you expect in a slave, I should not be here." She trailed off anxiousness stilling her tongue again, her fearful eyes darted around the room. He tried unsuccessfully to hide his smirk as he replied, "You think I care what anyone here thinks? Your only concern should be pleasing me not another soul here should matter." He paused before stroking her cheek lightly, "It pleases me that you are here at my side and wearing my insignia on your throat. You will not disappoint me I am sure of it." She touched the gold emblem at her throat as he spoke and breathed deeply before whispering "Yes Master." "It suits you my Ellie," he touched the fingers over the insignia. "No other girl ever has ever warn this, I wish you to be mine and for you to wear this to show everyone who you belong to." "Yes Master." It was all she could say. Her eyes remained on him trying to blot out the room. If she could pretend it was just them everything would be fine. "Good girl, you must tell me your worries. You are my precious treasure I will let no harm come to you unless I design it." He smirked at her caressing her neck, "Have no fears my Ellie." He leaned down to kiss her lips his hand dropping to squeeze her thigh until she whimpered. He murmured softly, "You are mine and you belong here with me." Dianne and Kurt arrived lightening the mood as they joked good naturedly about the man they had just been talking to and his curiosity about the girl with Mel. As they laughed Dianne leaned closer and whispered softly, "I had no idea he would bring you here so soon, honestly honey." The waitress arrived giving a flirtatious smile as she greeted the men glancing over Bella surreptitiously. They could have just been out to dinner at any restaurant and Bella relaxed into the informal conversation. The food was superb and sitting close to Mel she squirmed constantly aware of the plug in her ass and enjoying her Masters constant caresses. Each time he squeezed her thigh her dress rode up higher on her leg exposing her making her blush and squirm more as the heat flowed through her body. She looked up at him, dark Italian looks making him seem younger than she knew him to be, broad shouldered her eyes drifted lower remembering the evening before and she squirmed more, a quiver running through her. She found her self considering what he might do to her that evening with almost eager anticipation. "My god, what is happening to me," she thinks feeling her wet cunt spasm at the thought of another mind shattering climax with this man. "Slut," She calls herself. Mel leaned over, "What are you thinking little one you are so quiet," making her blush deeply, unable to speak she looked up at him with wide eyes before looking across the table at the others and blinking. Dianne came to her rescue again widening her eyes in mock horror... "Master Mel you took her signature bells away!" The waitress appeared at that moment to clear the last debris of their meal from the table as Mel stroked over her breasts and shrugged "Her perky little tits look perfect as they are in this dress." "I suggested to Bella the day you gave her the bells she should have them pierced," Kurt grinned. "I even showed her Dianne's." "Did you now?" Mel asked sounding interested. Blushing Bella looked up to find the eyes of the waitress on her and wriggled uncomfortably as the men declined any further service. "Master," Bella whispered tentatively, "I umm, would it be okay if," she glanced at Dianne remembering her words in the lift, "May I go to the little slaves room please?" "Dianne can take you in a moment, we will go down to the piano bar I can see Mark and Mike there and want to catch up with them." He looked down into her eyes, "I do not want you to wander here alone my Ellie, not anywhere in this club. Not ever, understand?" "Yes Master." The anxiousness about where they were returning to her eyes, her self doubt about disappointing him rising again, of course he does not want her doing anything that might embarrass him at his club. They moved from the booth Bella quickly smoothing the dress as best she could down her thighs as she felt her Masters hand once again circle the back of her neck and guide her through the restaurant. There were many more people there now most acknowledging Kurt and Mel as they walked by. Some seemed to beckon them over to tables but Mel waved off as he continued to walk through the room steering Bella to the piano bar area. Dianne grabbed her hand nodding at Mel and took Bella through a door behind the bar where the bright lights shone in stark contrast to the ambient light they had just left. Bella almost ran into the cubicle, no locks on the door but she was bursting and didn't care, sighing with relief as she sat. Dianne called out, "I wasn't lying at lunch when I said you wouldn't have to worry about the club for ages. I was shocked when he said he was bringing you here." Bella spoke quietly, "I am glad you were here tonight Dianne." "Oh don't thank me honey. Thank Master Kurt he insisted we come along when he found out." She smiled as Bella emerged from the cubicle. "There are so many flavours of ice cream in this non vanilla world we inhabit and some of them do not taste very nice at all. Stick with the people you know and trust in this place, don't venture to far on your own." "Not you too," Bella interrupted, "am I that bad at being a slave you all worry I will embarrass you?" She turned to the mirror looking bewildered and worried. "Oh honey! No. Not at all. It's to keep you safe sweetie. You're new and interesting to people and while this," she points to the ribbon choker on her neck, "is very pretty and should keep you safe it's not a collar and to some less savory Dominants that means your fair game." Bella sighed, "I just don't understand all of this and how can I? I'm not a real slave." "Oh honey," Dianne hugged her tight. "You are more real than a lot of the pretenders here at the club. You want to please and believe me Mel is very pleased. He adores you, its plain to anyone that knows him." Bella's mouth opened and her eyes widened, "I am? He does?" She knew he wanted her, he told her often enough but Dianne had said it so emphatically she chewed her lip as her mind tumbled again. "Sweet Bella there is so much to explore and know in this kinky favoured world you can't know it all in week. Mel has never let anyone come close to wear his insignia before. You are a very special girl and if I don't get you back out there soon he will come in here and get you himself." Bella blushed and smiled and turned to the mirror wishing she had thought to bring a lipstick but where on earth would she hide it in this dress. The thought made her giggle and Dianne quirked an eyebrow. Bella laughed louder and twirled "Where does a slave carry her lipstick?" Diane laughed merrily and together they left the room to find Mel and Kurt standing with a group of men. His eyes lit up and he moved toward her purposefully placing his hand protectively around the back of her neck and rejoining the conversation. The men looked at her approvingly and she dropped her eyes until she heard one of them address her. Peeking up she could not tell whether it was Mark or Mike Millar, carbon copies she became terrified of making a mistake when Dianne swooped in behind her, "Hello Master Mark." With relief Bella immediately followed her lead, "Good Evening Master Mark." Mark grinned wide turning to Kurt, "Your girl ruined all my fun. I hope you will explain the finer points of interrupting to her later." "I will just add it to the finer points already on the list," Kurt guffawed. "Well I must go and take this little one home before she finds herself in trouble from all this fun." Mel said. "Say farewell Bella." "Good evening Sirs" she finally looked up at the group of men gathered there. "We will be leaving too" Kurt replied, "Weekend plans and all." Together they walked back through the salon to reclaim their coats and await the lift. Bella whispered softly, "Thank you, Dianne." Dianne smiled mischievously and Kurt bent down to Bella's ear to whisper loudly, "She would have been in more trouble if she didn't help you out there." He chuckled and she looked up to see the grins on all of their faces. "The twin's are constantly trying to trip up unwary subs with that type of fun. You will learn to tell them apart." He winked at her as they moved into the lift. .................................................. She had been surprised when Kurt and Dianne had got out on the ground floor and they had remained within traveling up to third floor. As they exited she looked about the foyer curiously and followed as Mel crossed over to a large dark polished wood door using the same card he had in the lift he inserted it punched at some keys. The door clicked open and he entered taking her hand and pulled her with him into darkness beyond. Spinning her quickly he pushed her to the wall beside the door he hand wrapping about her throat firmly without being tight. She gasped her eyes blinking in the darkness as he held her immobile, she felt him move closer pinning her with his body and she tilted her head up straining to see if he was angry with her. His mouth descended upon hers kissing her deeply, passionately taking her breath away. "So beautiful," he crooned. He kissed her again his hands removing her coat expertly before traveling to her breasts his fingers finding the sensitive nubs through the fabric pinching and feeling her gasp into his kiss, he twisted them, her answering whimper music to his ears. His hands traveled down her sides and around to her ass pulling her against him harder grinding into her belly as kneaded her ass hard. Growling into her mouth he picked her up and moving swiftly into the dark room, turning her in his arms he draped her over the back of a lounge chair her ass high her head landing on a cushion, she squeaked and wriggled to gain some balance her hands resting beside her head as his hands traveled up her thighs raising the dress up and over her ass as she hung before him. His hand crashed onto her ass suddenly making her cry out into the darkness. Holding her hip to steady her with one hand, the other traveled down the crack of her ass pressing on the plug she still wore before moving down to her cunt, "So wet already little slut, so needy for your Masters touch." He heard her draw a deep breath as his fingers teased her lightly rubbing over her swelling clit, her hips rolling at his hand as he withdrew it to smack her upturned ass once more. Moving against her, his hardening cock nestling in the groove of her ass as his hands ran the length of her body pushing the dress further up her body until it crumpled around her shoulders holding her arms in place beside her head. Dragging his hands back over her ribs he could feel her squirm against him as he pressed his hard cock against her ass, his need for her so strong. Stepping back slightly he smacked her ass again eliciting a squeal between her panting whimpers. He parted her cheeks fingers delving for the plug again, in his minds eye he could see her tightest hole stretching and resisting as he pulled the plug free slowly, replacing it with his smallest finger for a moment just to feel the muscles grasping and clenching after being kept open for so long. The darkness of the room enveloped her heightening her other senses as he stroked, teased and smacked her increasingly heated body, the blush heating her face flowered unseen as he withdrew the plug from her ass. His fingers dwelling there for a few moments before he withdrew them to smack her again. "Oh god," she thought, "How can this man make my body sing in so much pleasure with the pain he gives me?" Her hips roll begging for more as she pants hotly bent over the chair and at his mercy. Unable to hold back any longer, his contemplation of her all day had built up his need to fever pitch he stepped back one hand loosening his belt letting it hang from the belt loops as he unbuttoned and zipped his other hand lashing out to smack the perfect upturned ass of the object of his desire. Between the smacks he lowered his pants and underwear kicking them aside with his shoes. She squealed delightfully her body trembling in heat and need with each smack, he considered the belt hanging from his discarded pants, but his harsh use of her the night before stopped him, he stepped forward again to grind against her as he removed his tie and shirt. She gasped her eyes flaring wide in the darkness as she felt him, her mind racing with images of the cock she had held in her mouth and throat, it felt huge and hard and so hot against the already heated skin of her ass. Her hips rolled, she surprised herself admitting she wanted this, her hot aroused state making her need him, she had thought of it constantly, wondering how it would feel to be controlled and fucked by her Master. Once naked he stepped away from her, she whined in disappointment her hips bucking back toward him. He smirked at her slapping her ass hard, "So needy my little slut. Tell me what you want, what you need." He moved to her head and reaching down pulled her dress free almost ripping it over her head and arms, lifting her chin so her face was turned to him. "Ask your Master for what you need." She felt her face flush ten shades of red as she stared into the darkness making out his outline grateful he could not see her colour as she swallowed hard gulping. The darkness making her braver than she could have been seeing his face she whispered. "I want to feel you, in me." "In here?" He questioned stroking her lip and sliding a finger into her panting mouth. She shook and nodded her head all at once making it seem like it was going around in a small circle. "Words slut, tell me what you need." Her over heated mind bent to his will as he called her slut and she let her need for him bubble forth whimpering, "Please Master." She swallowed loudly again, "Please fuck me. I want to feel you," her voice turned to a whisper, "in me." "How could a Master refuse a slave that begs so sweetly?" Tilting her head up further he bent and kissed her deeply as her hands pressed into the cushion below holding herself up to him. "Such a good girl," he crooned. He straightened, her face was near his groin in this position and he rubbed his cock over her lip feeling her tentatively lick out at it. He groaned and fed his cock into her willing mouth letting her taste him. She rolled and fluttered her tongue revelling in the taste of him as his fingers laced into her hair pulling it roughly from the pins that had held it in place all night and wrapping it around his fists. He held her head where he needed moving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, making her gag as he moved deeper. His desire driving him he growled in a low voice, "Mine, you are my slut, my slave, My Ellie, Mine." going deeper on each phrase, he thrust into her savoring the sounds and feel of her. Mastering Bella Ch. 07 He pulled from her mouth abruptly, long strands of spittle hanging unseen between them and dropping to the chair cushion as they both panted raggedly. He freed his hands from her hair and moved back behind her, smacking her quivering ass he guided his cock into her slowly enjoying the tightness of her wet cunt as he stretched her over him. Her head was lowering back down to the cushion and as he pushed the final inch of cock into her he reach forward grabbing her hair in a haphazard ponytail to pull her back up and against him. She whimpered and gasped as he entered her, "He is too big, too much." Her mind railed at her as she felt herself stretched wide the mixture of painful pleasure rolling through her as he filled her more and more, she could feel him so deeply within and she groaned her head lowering only to be pulled back up sharply by her hair as he forced all of his cock deep into her body. The sharp pull of her hair sent thrills to meet those from her over stuffed cunt, her body singing with the waves of exquisite sensation rolling through her. Feeling her hips roll, knowing she was ready he pulled back entering her again slowly his body tense as she adjusted to his size, moving slowly in and out with her whimpers singing to him he finally gave rise to his need and lust. He began to fuck her hard using her hair to pull her back onto him as he pounded into her small body. His free hand grasped at her hip the fingers sinking deeply into her flesh, her whimpers becoming howls of need and pleasure. Reefing her head back he roared, "Cum slut cum for your Master. Give me what I want." The roar traveled through her body the words a command as she arched her back, her body wracked by blissful waves of release as she cried out shrieking as her orgasm hit her. She could feel spasm after spasm as her cunt contracted around his cock buried deep with in body pulsing with its own release. Freeing her hair he collapsed over her breathing as raggedly as she, murmuring to her as the blood pumped loud in her ears. "Mine." Moments later he shifted his weight from her pulling her back up to his chest he collapsed down to the floor holding her in his lap his cock still buried inside her. She rested her head against his chest hearing his rapidly thumping heart and almost purring as he stroked her still shaking body. She looked up in wonder and whispered, "Thank you Master." Even in the darkness she saw his eyes smile down at her as he bent and kissed her deeply. ..................................................... Mastering Bella Ch. 08 Authors Note: This series began as the first story I had ever written to be published online and as such when I look back I can see how my writing style has changed, please forgive some of the inconsistencies in the story for they came from inexperience, I have tried to fix some of them in this chapter which one of my consistent readers all but nagged me for after I had almost abandoned the story line. For you Mayness the first of three final chapters, I hope you enjoy it! Do not stop leaving your lovely insightful comments. ~ellie * Stretching Bella rolled in the big bed, he had woken her as he went to shower, it was early but she still needed to go back to her apartment and pack before the long drive to her hometown and her parent's anniversary party. It had been an exhausting night, her Master seemed to have limitless energy as he allowed her little rest constantly rousing her to once again thrill her mind and body with the unique blend of pleasure and pain he submitted her to. She had lost track of the number of orgasms that wracked her body before she finally passed out and he allowed her to sleep. Her muscles ached as she continued to stretch listening to the sound of the running shower in the next room. Unable to hold back any longer she rose from the bed to seek out a second bathroom and relieve the dire need she had to pee. Padding softly into the lounge room she looked around noting the large chairs one of which she had been bent over and taken by him for the first time the night before. She noted the discarded debris, their clothes, ropes of differing lengths and a variety of equipment she had felt rather than seen during the long night. She took up his shirt from the floor and pulled it on, finding the kitchen and two large closets before finally locating the bathroom in a small corridor off the main room. She gazed into the mirror as she washed her hands and face wondering at the transformation that had happened to her in just a week. Faint lines marked her breasts and thighs and she was sure her ass was a cross patched network of lines though she could not twist enough to see the full extent of her master's markings. Running her fingers through her hair she tried to tame the unruly curls by tying it into a knot behind her head. Exiting the bathroom she went back to the main room she had no idea what was expected of her here in this place, all of her masters rules had centred on the office and work so she started to pick up their discarded things from the night before. Realising she did not know where anything belonged she stacked them neatly in a pile on the table and having found her phone she turned it on and checked the messages as she padded to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator she found it surprisingly well stocked and taking some juice she closed the door. Bella searched for a glass as she continued to listen to a message from her mother in her full drama queen mode. All her confusion and doubt started to flood back into her mind as the message ended and she selected the next one, her mother again still dramatic but infinitely happier as she spoke of a catering company arriving at 5am to set up marquees and lighting and invade her precious kitchen. Bella took a sip of her juice realising she would have to face her parents today; with the man she now called Master. She wondered, as guilt and shame washed over her again, if his wife would be there, Bella had known they did not live together as such but they were still married, "How did I end up here, in this secret world of adultery and slavery." She whispered to herself. She was a smart girl she had a university degree she didn't think she was naïve, well not until this week." Her mind wandered back over the week and all that had occurred. Visions of last night, the club and the harsh use he gave her after being there, replaced her worries momentarily as the memories filled her body with heat and desire and different questions now filled her mind. "Would it be all over after the week? Is that what she wanted, what he wanted?" She sat at the counter sipping her juice and scrolling to the next message, her eyes widened in surprise as she heard Jim's voice, she had hardly thought of him this week and guilt settled on her again like a mantle as she heard his boyish voice apologise for forgetting her parents party and that he could come back from his hiatus in the bay early and take her to the party if she wanted. "Oh dear," she thought, "No! That would be breaking Master's rules." Her own thought stunned her, the rules had become part of her world and she couldn't fathom why her first thoughts were worry over disobeying Master's rules and not over seeing Jim again. The thought rocked her precarious hold on her own reality and she listened to a further two messages from friends before returning to Jim's message and listening to it once more, trying to decide whether to reply or not. She was chewing her lip and holding the phone in her hand looking at it with a thoughtful expression when she felt his presence and looking up she jumped guiltily as she saw him leaning on the door frame watching her. "What are you up to little one?" he smirked at her seeing her face flame. "I am just checking messages I missed last night Master," she stammered. "Oh and how is your mother this fine morning. You should call her back and let her tell you all the drama." "She left me more than one message I think I am all up to date." "She obviously needs to speak with you Ellie, call your mother." His voice became authoritative and she shuffled through her phone to find the number. "Yes Master," she murmured and hit the dial button. Bella barely got a word in once her mother started talking and she watched her Master move with ease around his kitchen as he brewed strong coffee and made toast which he sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. He took the plates and drinks to the small table in two trips while she took in his physique only half listening to her mother. Wearing only blue jeans his tanned olive skin made him seem more muscular and younger than she had thought him. He obviously looked after himself and unlike other men his age he had no paunch or even a hint of grey hair; she tried to remember when his last birthday was, "he was her father's friend he couldn't be that much younger, could he?" She mused as her mother started on another tangent in her ear. He returned to her taking her by the hand and leading her to the table and guided her to kneel beside his chair. As gracefully as she could while holding the phone to her ear she knelt facing him and he sat his chair tilted between the table and her. Feeling his dominance and the conflict of emotions that came with it, she claimed the bathroom as an excuse to halt her mother's histrionics and hung up. Adjusting her knees further part with his foot he leaned over to pull the shirt she had pulled on earlier wider exposing her body to his eyes. "Everything well at home little one?" he smirked as he tore a corner from the toast and fed it to her. Her eyes almost rolled before she stopped herself and swallowing the toast she answered, "You know my mother, she loves being the centre of drama like a queen, did you know a catering company had been arranged?" he smiled and nodded, "Well now all her drama is centred upon strange people in her house especially people in her kitchen," she stopped and laughed, "Even I am not allowed to cook in there without supervision." Mel chuckled imagining the small Italian woman wielding a rolling pin at the people invading her kitchen, "Poor Joe," he thought as he voiced his next thought, "You father will be able to handle it until you get there do not worry little one." He fed her another piece of toast and trailed his hand down her throat and across her shoulder. "You are so beautiful My Ellie." She swallowed and began to chew her lip and as her mind so often did, it flipped on her and her thoughts turned dark and anxious. "What is wrong my Ellie?" She chewed her lip more thinking about all the things that were wrong and the questions that plagued her. The party was tonight there were things she needed to ask and she berated herself for worrying about making him displeased. It could all be over after the weekend for all she knew. Taking a deep breath she began, "This is my parents house and party, I just can't kneel on command there, they wouldn't understand, I don't think I understand, I mean I want to please you I really do but I just couldn't and you said the week wasn't over until Monday." She stopped to take a breath and chewed her lip as she peeked up at him. "My sweet slave, no one needs to know what we have done this week that we do not wish to know. You are mine and you will act accordingly I am sure. Trust me, I would never endanger you or your reputation but you WILL do what I ask. I am your Master and you beautiful girl are now my slave." She blinked trying to make sense of his words, confusion clear in her face. "But..." She started. "Ellie." He said in a demanding voice, "You must trust me. Here, at the office, and amongst people in the 'lifestyle' you will act with all the training you have had this week." He paused, "With family and friends and those you so aptly pointed out would not understand there will be different rules ranging from devoted personal assistant to deferential friend." His voice was authoritative and she nodded without even thinking about it but continued to chew her lip her mind rolling his words around. The silence lengthened as she thought and tried to make sense of her situation. "Ellie talk to me." He prompted. "Will your wife be there?" She murmured, a scalding blush filling her face. "Yes, as will I. You know this." "I..." She chewed her lip, "What I mean is, how will I face her after what we have done this week? You have made me your slave, your mistress so to speak." Shame and guilt filled her face with dark blushes. "You realise we have not lived together for years, even you should have known that. We married because our families wanted it, the same reason we had a child. We are friends no more no less. I enjoy the finer pleasures of BDSM and my dear wife has her own pleasures. We gave each other respectability in an era of lets say discrimination. This is not something for you to worry over." Bella was shocked; in this day and age to be pretending to be happily married was outside her realm, why bother? The world was not so judgemental anymore. She thought of her parents and the Mediterranean -Anglo upbringing she had and realised just what sort of barriers they would have had, but surely not anymore. She sat chewing her lip and thinking opening her mouth when he offered her another piece of cinnamon toast. "Why stay married its not like that sort of discrimination is relevant anymore." "It is not your place to question what I do only to trust that I know what is best and obey me, Ellie." There was an edge to his voice and she stiffened her eyes wide as she realised how what she had just said would have sounded. She opened her mouth to apologise. He looked down on her as she took in his words, her conservative upbringing had given her a very narrow view of the world and her need for dominance was at war with what she had be brought up to believe was right. He could see her quiver at his tone realising her error so he continued, "I have never seen the need to divorce, I live my own life. How I want to, with whom I want to. The bond between a Master and his slave is much stronger than a piece of paper declaring you married or divorced." She chewed her lip nervously at the hard edge in his voice and dropped her gaze. "My sweet little Ellie," he began. "I adore you, I need you, I want to look after you, care for you, bring you pleasure unlike you have ever known. I wish you to accept who you are, a girl who likes rules and order, pain and pleasure and a girl who needs a Master." He cupped her chin making her look up at him, "It is not wrong to be true to yourself, I understand your concerns about this weekend but make no mistake I will not put up with childish petulance or questioning my decisions. You must trust that I know who and what you are my slave and will after you accordingly." She had sucked in her bottom lip and was chewing it again before he was finished. Pushing the shirt she still wore from her shoulders and down her arms, he simply said "Hands" and she lifted her hands to him. He reached across the table to pick up a rope from the pile she had placed there earlier. He bound them tightly together in intricate knots before reaching out and wrapping one hand about her throat to lift her to her feet as he stood. "I am your Master little one not only because I want you but because you need me." Backing her up to the entrance of the small corridor leading to the bathroom he lifted her hands and threaded the end of the rope through a cleverly concealed eyelet in the apex of the archway. He stroked her face as she gazed up at him, and he bent to kiss her deeply his fingers teasing at her nipples before pulling away abruptly and slapping the soft tit flesh leaving his handprint glowing on her skin. "You will trust me my slave." he slapped her breasts again. "You will accept I have reasons for all I do." His hands kept heating her flesh sending waves of pain into her, "You will not question my decisions again." He stepped away from her as she blinked a tear to her cheek, "We can and will talk of course." He said, "I encourage you to seek information, but you WILL NOT criticise my decisions by stating the relevance to others. I thought I made it clear last night your only concern is pleasing me, what others do or don't think relevant matters not one iota." Opening a small closet close to where she hung, he moved several boxes from the front and reached in to retrieve a butterfly. Wrapping the elastic quickly around her thighs he pressed it hard between the folds of her cunt to lodge against her clit before turning it on. The buzz of the butterfly made her squeal and jump as he turned it on to the highest setting and went back to the closet. She was trembling with sensations as he cuffed her ankles in soft leather and attached them to a small spreader bar trailing his hand sup her legs to press the butterfly hard against her swollen clit making her whimper and pull at her bonds. "Such a hot little slut." He murmured as he fingers moved to her wet hole and stretched her over two of his fingers. He could feel her muscles clenching within as he moved them slowly in and out of her, she was panting and on edge when he suddenly withdrew his fingers and whispered, "Not yet my needy slut." Looking into the closet he considered his equipment he needed to be careful about marking her as the costume he had designed for her would be quite revealing tonight, returning to her he attached tweezer clamps to her nipples knowing at first she would feel little until he tightened them. He explained as they tightened and her whimpers grew what he was doing and how nipple clamps could be adjusted for different needs. Her body trembled and a fine sheen of perspiration was beginning to show as she felt long tendrils of pain slowly increase and flow into her breasts and join with the thrilling pleasures assaulting her clit. Stepping behind her he caressed her firm round ass, he could not wait until he had trained her enough to take that tight virginal hole, she was doing well with the smaller plug he would move the size up today, he smiled listening to her whimpering panting and pulled a soft suede flogger from his back pocket. He leaned down to her ear murmuring, "You know why you are being punished, little one. You must trust me." His voice was almost a growl as he said the last. Stepping slightly back he began moving his arm in a figure eight movement crisscrossing her lower back and ass with the flogger gently at first but with more force with each rotation of his arm her skin turning from white to pink to red as she cried out for him. "You need this little slut. You need a Master who knows you. Knows how to punish you, use you, bring you pleasure and pain and make you cum intensely," he stopped flogging her and shoved two fingers into her spasming cunt and she howled out her need. "Please Master, yes. Please I need to cum." Her hips were rolling humping at his hand. "I need it I want it Please Master." "Yes my needy little slut. Cum for your Master MY slave girl, cum now show your Master how hard he makes you cum." His fingers pumped in and out of her as she howled and jerked against her bonds her cunt clamping down on his fingers as she squirted over his hand. Reaching around her he pulled the nipple clamps off roughly revelling in her scream of pain. Throwing the clamps away before pulling at the slip knot holding her hands in place he caught her shaking body picking her up and carrying her to the table. Bending her over the table he gazed at her cherry red ass and wet thighs as he quickly kicked off his jeans, he entered her without hesitation and began to pound into her deeply, his hands spread her red cheeks and his fingers sticky from her cum sought out her asshole slowly working one finger into the tight hole. She was squealing and gasping as he used her hard pounding brutally into her rocking her body heavily against the table his finger probing deeply into her ass. He roared at her "Who owns you slave?" She cried out her voice hoarse, "You, you own me." She babbled on squealing as he pounded into her, "You Master You." "Cum again MY slut, cum for your Master," His free hand reached out to grab her hair pulling her head up as she cried out loudly echoing his deep roar as he filled with his own spunk. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily and lay like that for several minutes as he felt her jerking orgasm slowly subside beneath him. Removing his weight from her he undid the ropes from her hands before finally puling out of her and bending down to release her ankles. Picking her up gently and stroking her hair from her face he murmured "Good girl." He carried her to the bathroom and ran the shower for her before leaving her to clean up. She crawled into the shower on shaky legs and sat letting the water spill over her for long minutes as she recovered. "He gave her such mind blowing orgasms was it just the pain? Was it the way he controlled her mind and body? Was it giving him what he wanted, pleasing him?" She didn't know she just knew he blew her mind every time and she ended up this trembling tingling mess floating in a cloud of post orgasmic bliss. Getting to her feet she washed letting her fingers linger over her sore nipples and ass as she considered what he had said, facing her family and friends after the week she had had was going to be difficult at best especially with her Master there, "They just wouldn't understand, she didn't understand it herself if it came down to that." Worry gnawed at her she just knew that going home this weekend was a bad idea. By the time she had left the bathroom the apartment was clean and her Master, dressed casually in jeans and a cotton shirt, was sitting reading the paper and waiting for her. "We need to go get you some clothes and pack a bag for the weekend. Just put on your coat only and the shoes from last night my driver is downstairs waiting for us." She gasped and he raised his eyebrow at her as if daring her to question his instructions. Realising there was little choice she meekly went to get the coat from where it hung over the back of a chair and put on the high heels. Tying the coat firmly in place she look up up as he gathered a few last minute things and handed her phone to her before opening the door to the foyer. Waiting for the lift she asked quietly, "Are your neighbours nice, would they have heard us umm, well this morning and last night?" She looked meaningfully at the other doors in the foyer. Mastering Bella Ch. 08 He chuckled as she blushed, "My company owns those apartments, for select clients who visit from interstate or overseas, much nicer than hotels especially for those in the lifestyle, Jack and Dusty stayed here on Wednesday night." "Oh." She said a little too breathily, her eyes wide. The lift arrived and the short trip to the car was made in silence but he had placed his hand possessively around the nape of her neck as he had the night before while they walked through the building to the exit. Knowing what this building was now she found it was reassuring to her. The driver smiled at her, she had been in his car several times now and she realised his loyalty to her Master. "Where to first boss?" he asked jovially. "Bella's apartment, she is a little anxious about what is under that coat but in my opinion its breath taking." The car pulled out into the traffic as the driver continued, "I am sure Bella would look drop dead gorgeous in a sack if that's all there was to wear." Bella blushed deeply and fidgeted in the seat whispering, "If only." Mel chuckled and leaned over to her, "Unbutton the coat Ellie." Hesitating she looked up with wide eyes. "What I want, when I want, how I want, little slave." Mortified she lifted trembling hands to the buttons of her coat pulling it back around her as it began to open. "No need for modesty the windows are tinted Ellie," he pulled the coat open exposing her before addressing the driver again, "I am about to make your day my friend, just look at how stunning my slave girl truly is!" The driver adjusted the rear view mirror and whistled, "Simply amazing Mel, congratulations I bet she marks beautifully too." Bella was shocked her mouth dropping open as the conversation continued, "Oh yes, used a flogger on her this morning very nice results if I do say so myself." Mel pulled her head down to his lap and smacked her thigh, ass up little one." She cringed and blushed deeper the heat making her face burn as the coat was pulled up to reveal her still marked ass. "Fuck, Mel I am trying to drive here." Reaching around Mel smacked her ass hard making her whimper into his lap as he laughed with the driver. "This one is mine now, you will see more of her no doubt." He left her in that position for a few minutes longer before releasing her head saying, "You can sit up now little one and redo the buttons we are almost at your apartment." She sat her face scarlet with humiliation, her fingers trembling as she redid the buttons and tied the coat tightly in place. Several times during the week he had exposed her to others but it seemed different in the office, she closed her eyes trying to make sense of what he had said, "More of her? But the week was almost up, he was acting like he would keep her as his slave for much longer". Her mind reeled as she realised it was not the first time he had intimated as much. The car pulled up and she opened her eyes to see her apartment block, reaching for the handle she stopped midway, "Wait until it is opened for you Ellie." "Yes Master." The driver walked around to open her door and eyed her lasciviously as she stepped from the car, his hand gliding from the small of her back to her ass as he helped her to stand on the sidewalk. Waiting for her Master at the doorway she wriggled nervously wanting to be inside already as he spoke quietly to the driver before joining her for the walk up to the small flat her parents had rented for her. Once inside she breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the bedroom to grab her overnight bag and begin to pack. Mel followed her closely opening the cupboard and rifling through the contents. "Bah," he shook his head, "We really must get you some new clothes," pulling out a short light sundress he threw it on the bed, "That will have to do for now, we will go to the office when we pick up my car and get you other more suitable clothes to pack." He had begun searching through her drawers, "Jeans are only for riding from now on, you will always wear skirts or dresses unless told otherwise." "There it was again." She thought and as she slipped the dress over her head she blurted out the words in her mind before she could stop them, "Until Monday right?" He spun around on her, and advanced toward her making her cringe at what she had just said, she couldn't believe she had blurted the words out and wished she could suck them back in immediately, "I mean we talk about this week of being your slave on Monday like you said,.." she could tell if he was angry as she looked into his eyes and added, "Master?" He cupped her chin between his fingers ensuring she look into his eyes. "You are mine Ellie. I am the one that makes your body sing, who gives you what you need and what you want. You little one, are the slave I have been waiting for, obedient, precious, and adored." He kissed her. "You know now after being my slave this week how right it is for you, how wrong that weak whiney boyfriend is for you. You know I own you." He could see emotions playing over her pretty face as she took in his words. "I am so very proud to own you I do not wish to let you go on Monday or anytime soon. I wish to show you to the world within the lifestyle for what you are, the perfect slave. I wish to show you more of that world and the world at large and I wish them to see more of you my sweet little slave. The ultimate choice though is yours should you choose to leave on Monday there will be no second chances. You will leave me and the company and your new friends. It is how it must be." She was horrified at the thought of not seeing him or working at the company again. "What if I can't do it? There is so much to learn, to know, to do. How will I know if I can do all the things you want me to do?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, "What if I let you down, embarrass you, hurt your reputation?" "The fact that you would ask those questions, above all others." He smiled broadly at her, "You worry about pleasing me and not worry for yourself. It tells me you are every bit the perfect slave I believe you to be. Do not worry over disappointing me it is my burden as your Master to train you so that you don't. That is what this week has been about. You have done everything I asked and more. I could not be more pleased. Now stop pouting, petulance is unbecoming in a slave and I will not permit it." She looked shocked, her voice a squeak, "I do want to please you. It gives me a feeling inside when you say you are proud or pleased that I cannot describe adequately, but there are so many things about slavery I just don't understand and I worry about friends and family if they found out. I just don't want to disappoint anyone." He had tried not to sound whiney but knew she did and dropped her gaze from his. "No one needs to know unless they are part of the lifestyle. If we decide to tell anyone else eventually that we have a relationship beyond friendship we will discuss it." It all seemed so reasonable when he said it like that, but she would be leading a double life full of secrets and lies, how could she face her parents with her Master and act normal now. She chewed her lip his fingers still holding her head in place. "There is so much more to slavery than just this one week and I want to guide you to explore it all. I am your Master and you will obey me in all things but you will also explore with others if I choose so you can learn all there is to offer, to know what it is that brings you joy and things that limit your ability for pleasure." This was not the time he had wanted to be having this conversation he could see she was frightened and her mind was barely absorbing his words. He continued slowly, "Knowing my control and Mastery of you was so complete that you would obey me in all things I asked of you would fill the void in my life and complete my greatest ambitions. You will be my most precious treasure Ellie. I want to look after you, care for you and love you. What I ask in return is obedience and devotion." Her mind was whirling, "Complete control!" Her mind was racing, "What about my friends the life I had before this week." She whispered. "Oh sweet Ellie, of course you would have some freedoms as long as we agreed on who, when and where." He smirked, "You will have to say goodbye to Jim that is not negotiable he was never good enough for you. Who you are intimate with is my decision now and you will obey me." "Yes Master." "I will not force you to make your final decision now you will have until Monday as we discussed but until then you are owned, adored and treasured. You will trust and obey me do you understand?" "Yes Master." Picking up the empty overnight bag and taking her by the hand he pulled her through the apartment and out of the building to the waiting car surprising the driver who hurried to open her door. In almost a state of shock at the speed with which he propelled her slamming doors shut behind them she allowed herself to be pushed into the car as Mel told the driver to take them to the company. Climbing in beside her as the driver entered the car Mel looked at Bella thoughtfully. "Complete obedience for the next 48 hours minimum, no matter what I ask of you." He would push her even harder now that he had given her the right to choose on Monday she needed to know and accept what giving him the control he craved would mean for her because he was not sure he could accept her decision if she refused his collar. "Yes Master." She chewed her lip and trembled as she sat gazing at her hands in her lap, her mind whirling, cringing at the thought of her parents and friends seeing her bend to his will so easily. "You are mine, little one, you are a natural slave, you just need to look inside yourself accept that it is true." He reached over and pulled the straps down her shoulders to reveal her breasts as they drove. He tweaked the nipples as he mused, "How do you feel about having these pierced?" "I have never thought about it before this week Master. Is it something you want?" Her eyes were wide. "I am undecided. What do you think, John?" The driver adjusted his mirror to look back at her again, "They are very perky as they are Mel, but piercings can be very enjoyable. I guess it depends on if you want to keep her sweet innocent look, which appeals to me or if you want to show another side of her." Mel caressed her cheek, "She is sweet and innocent my friend." The ride to the company seemed quick in the less hectic weekend traffic and as they got out in front of the building Mel gave instructions to John about moving his bags to his car and coming up to the office to return the keys. It seemed strange to Bella to be here on the weekend as she followed Mel through the offices to the bedroom suite off to the side. Searching through the closet he chose three outfits, two to pack and one to replace the dress she was wearing. He gathered a short baby doll nightgown and a g string that he assured her was only to be worn at her home and should be gone when he picked her up to return Sunday afternoon and two pairs of shoes. He then sent her to the bathroom to gather her cosmetics and anything else she needed from there. She brought the things to him and he zipped up the bag taking it to the main office. "Before you get dressed we need to take care of your training, this must be done each day if we want results." She looked bewildered but followed him to his desk, "Dress off." She had just pulled the dress over her head when the driver walked in with the keys to Mel's car. "Take a seat John I will be with you in a minute, this won't take long." She blushed deeply and closed her eyes as he bent her over his desk kicking her feet apart widely. She knew John was watching her as she felt her Master pull her cheeks apart and the cool drip of lube on her asshole made her gasp. The plug seemed different not as rubbery as he rolled it in the lube before pressing it against her hole. She tried to breathe deeply and relax as she felt her muscles give way to his forceful pushing, a whimper escaping her lips as the largest part entered her and her sphincter closed around the tapered end. Opening her eyes she met Johns dark eyes watching her intently and humiliation further coloured her skin as heat from her over sexed body made her glow. "Good girl." He smacked her bottom. "Kneel." He took the nipple chain with bells from his desk and roughly pulled each of her nipples through the loops before tightening them and giving the chain a tug. Her whimper turned to a squeak as his hand lashed out smacking the breast making the bells tinkle sweetly. "I wanted you to see this chain John I am thinking there is no need to pierce her perky tits just yet as these bells are fun to play with. Go show John your bells little one." "Yes Master." She murmured as heat filled her face even more and she padded over to the driver to stand before him. "Kneel please, Bella." John said softly as she came to a stop, flowing to her knees he smiled at her while talking to Mel, "Oh yes they tinkle nicely and enhance her no end. May I?" "Of course," Mel said magnanimously. John reached out and smacked both her breast lightly making the bells ring before pulling on the nipples to shake them. Bella bit her lip her bright green eyes watching him. "She truly is a beauty Mel she does you proud kneeling here so nicely for me." Turning her head slightly she could see the broad smile on her Masters face and she felt the warm fuzzy butterflies filling her belly and chest as he replied, "She does indeed my friend. I am very pleased with her training this week. Bella I want you to thank John for all his help this week, picking up and dropping you off, as well food he organised for you." She turned her face up to John regarding him he was an older man she guessed in his late 60's with a glint in his dark eyes he had the deep olive skin of a Polynesian making his smile bright as he watched her. "Thank you so much Sir, you help is very much appreciated." John reached out to stroke her cheek and neck letting his hand trail down once again to her chest as she spoke. "You are most welcome pretty Bella." She blushed and Mel felt his cock harden at the sight of her on her knees before his friend, this power and control was his aphrodisiac, she submitted willingly to his sadistic use of her body and the demands he made on her life now he would push her boundaries one last time before taking her back to the vanilla world for the night. Moving to take a seat near them Mel spoke to Bella, "I would like you to suck his cock, Bella, as a bonus for being on call 24 hours a day this week. You have teased him terribly this week with your hot little body he deserves some relief from you." She gasped, eyes wide as she turned her head to look at him noting the shine in his eyes and the quirk of his mouth, she looked back up to John who was smiling down at her. Even as her mind was railing at her "This wasn't right how could he want her to do this," her hands were moving to undo his pants. John however was eager and once she lifted her hands to him he stood and let his pants drop kicking them away revealing an astonishingly hard wide cock. She blinked and gulped noisily as he sat back down spreading his legs wide so she could crawl between them. She took one last look at her Master and the pleased expression on his face as he nodded slightly and she moved between John's legs. Kneeling up she wrapped a small hand around his cock and rolled her tongue around the head, "No hands," he murmured, and she obediently pulled her hands behind her back widening her mouth to stretch her lips over the wideness of his cock. Her tongue fluttered and rolled as her mouth adjusted to the size, she felt his hands tangle in her hair as she began to bob her head slowly up and down taking more of him into her mouth. His hands tightened more as he guided her to the tempo he liked, for even though his cock was wide it was not overly long and she took him all without fully choking. Her gagging and gurgling seemed to spur him on and he began to thrust up with his hips as he pushed her mouth down. He did not last long and after only a few more minutes he cam noisily grunting as he thrust up into her jerkily. She gurgled and swallowed lifting her head slowly as he released her hair making sure she left no cum on him. Mel's eyes had been glued to her watching her indecision turn to resolve as she obeyed him. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "She was the most amazingly natural submissive and she was his." Watching her submit to his will and his friends urgings had made him so hard it was almost painful and as she sat back he reached out and pulled her to him by her hair making her squeal delightfully undoing his jeans he picked her up and impaled her on his cock, "Mine" he growled in her ear and she shook with the power of emotion and heat in his voice. He stood with her impaled on him and walked to the wall pinning her against it as he rammed into her over and over brutally slamming her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She cried out with each thrust and he pulled her head back by her hair making her look up at him as he commanded, "Cum little slut." She cried out cumming for what seemed the 100th time in the last 24 hours. It had taken a week of pain and punishment for him to finally fuck her and since he had started last night it seemed he would never stop as her over used cunt was pummelled and filled yet again as he claimed her as his, owning her body and she realised her mind as she obeyed his every command. Walking slowly back to a chair as he held her remaining impaled on his softening cock Mel fell back into the chair cradling her on his lap and breathing heavily. John's voice cut through her fogged sex addled brain as he spoke, "She's a keeper Mel, better get a collar on that neck before someone steals her away. I need to check the car see if I have a spare down there." Mel laughed his arms tightening around her, "This girl is mine." He continued after a moment "We're leaving as soon as we get dressed and won't be back until Sunday night take the weekend off I will call you if we need you Monday." Looking up she saw John was already redressed and he smiled at her, "Thank you for the bonus Mel, with bonuses like that I will be Bella's personal chauffeur if you let me." As the men chuckled Bella blushed and John farewelled them wishing them a safe and happy weekend. Once they were alone Mel turned to Bella, "You have made me very happy, I could not be prouder of you. You showed your obedience is real today. No games, no bargains, just trust and the wish to please me and I am so very pleased, little one more than pleased I am ecstatic." She smiled up at him as warm dancing butterflies filled her belly, "Thank you Master." Lowering her to the ground he asked her to kneel and take a few minutes to think about what was said back at her apartment. He left her and went into the bathroom and she chewed her lip. "He had said the decision was hers to make on Monday, he wanted to keep her as his slave, if she said no it meant losing her job as well." Her mind played over her time at the company and she could see now he had been grooming her little by little, becoming more intimate in their conversations almost naturally talking about friends and boyfriends and sex. He had trapped her on purpose five days ago, blackmailing her into starting down this road to slavery. "Was it really only five days? It felt like so much longer to her now," she mused. She took a deep breath everything had seemed to happen so fast after that first day she seemed to be constantly punished for disappointing him at the beginning. She had craved his pleasure then and it was hard won the few times he smiled at her. "She could see he was using her natural need for approval against her, she hated disappointing anyone." It finally dawned on her that all of this week was purposeful, he had forced to accept the roles he gave her as the week went on setting up meetings with Masters and girls to make her see slavery was not a strange taboo concept and that people lived quite happily within the lifestyle. He had initiated the friendship she felt with Dianne and then encouraged it. Lost in her thoughts she did not see him reappear dressed and watching her intently. Mastering Bella Ch. 08 Picking her up from her kneeling position he kissed her, "I adore you my Ellie, now go clean up and change into the outfit I left on the bed for you." "Yes Master," she hurried to the bathroom and washed up quickly she had worn no make up today and most of it had been packed already so she brushed out her curls and tied her hair up in a ponytail before making her way to the bedroom. Pulling on the sundress he had left for her she looked in the mirror, not unlike the discarded dress she had worn from her apartment in style, it was a better fabric and it seemed cut to highlight her natural curves where the other one hung more like a loose sack in comparison. As she sat to put on her shoes she realised she had not once this week decided what she would wear for herself actually she had made no decisions herself not even the food she ate which he had supplied in various ways. She emerged from the bedroom and he smiled at her, "You look lovely, every inch the sweet loving girl your parents are expecting. We have gotten distracted this morning and need to leave but I wish to give you something come and kneel by me." He took a velvet case from his desk top and opened it turning it toward her. A rose gold chain nestled inside it was short and beautifully crafted into a twisting rope but what took her breath away was a very detailed fairy she recognised in a strange way hanging from the chain in the same rose gold. The fairy appeared to be hovering there on the end of the chain raising her hands up as she held a brilliant green emerald. She was speechless and she looked up at him as he took it from the case and carefully wrapped it around her throat clipping it in place. It was a snug fit as if made especially for her and her fingers drifted up to fairy feeling its delicate intricacy. "It's beautiful." She breathed. "Thank you so much Master." "It is you who is beautiful my little one." He stroked her cheek and smiled at her showing his pleasure. "Now we must go before I find other uses for you." Standing he picked up her bag and the keys directing her to take a smaller nondescript case and they went down to his car. In the lift her phone buzzed, he passed it to her and she saw it was her mother. "Take it." Mel said "It will save me a call saying we are running late." "Hello Mummy," she answered her phone and her mother immediately launched into a tirade about stupid catering staff and gardeners. Bella hemmed and murmured in all the right places. "My costume? No I didn't pick up the one I was thinking of." Bella darted a panicked look at her Master. "Tell her it's a surprise." He murmured. "Ask her to go to town for you and by some glitter or sparkling confetti to go with your costume it will give her something to do instead of hound the party planners." "Actually mum you remember that little speciality shop up there on the hill, I planned to stop there and pick up some glittery body paint or some sparkles on the way home, to go with my costume, now we are running a little late would you pop up there and pick it up for me please? I would get home sooner, if you could." "What a good idea," her mother replied "Sure thing I might get some for me too!" Her mother talked on about their wonderful costumes and how silly her father looked in his. She went on talking for another half an hour about guests and people who couldn't come. "Mum I think we are entering a black spot the phone is breaking up." "Okay darling tell Mel to drive safely, see you in a couple of hours, I am looking forward to seeing you it seems like forever since you came home." "Me too mum, see you soon." Bella hung up smiling, her mother was what some people would call high maintenance but she was looking forward to seeing her, and she relaxed back into the soft leather seat as the car purred along the motorway. Her Master's taste in music was surprising and she hummed along to Damien Rice and Jason Mraz as they drove in comfortable silence. Closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep as the car raced through the city and into the foot hills of the hinterland. He smiled as she slept so peacefully, he had given her little rest this week as he endeavoured to change her view of the world and his role in her life. Mel decided to let her sleep as she would get little tonight if he could manage it. His mind worked through his plans for the remainder of the weekend and he allowed himself to think into the future and the collaring ceremony required at the club to ensure her safety there, "Everyone will know who you belong to my Ellie." He whispered to her as she slept. He drove through the last small town before heading into the one in which their families lived and pulled over in a quiet lane about 15 minutes from her home. "Wake up Ellie." He leaned over and stroked her cheek as her eyes fluttered open and she took in where she was. "Oh my I am so sorry, I only meant to close my eyes for a minute." "You needed the rest" He smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her deeply, possessively. "Do not forget even though I might not be with you the whole weekend that you belong to me." "Yes Master." Her face showed her nervousness and her teeth caught at her bottom lip. Lowering the straps on her dress he exposed her and he tugged on the chain. "These need to go before you hug your parents." He leaned in to kiss her as he pulled them from her with force, swallowing her squeal and subsequent whimpers with his kiss. His desire for her was so strong his kiss lingering as his hands gently caressed her soothing her nipples. Her breath quickened as he possessed her and when he sat back he took a deep breath, "If I do not get you home now it may be hours before we make it. You are so tempting my little slave girl." She grinned at his words feeling the heat in his look, like he could devour her. He made her feel so sexy and desired with that look. He took the opportunity to kiss her one last time and pulled the car back onto the road. She was nervous and fidgeted as familiar scenes came into view and they turned into the road leading to her home. Reaching over he placed his hand on her thigh, "Do not be nervous everything will work out enjoy the time with your mother before the party starts. I have organised a few surprises for you both." She looked at him her eyes wide, "Trust me my Ellie." Mastering Bella Ch. 09 (Authors Note: Thank you LaRascasse for help with my woeful punctuation without messing with my story, I hope this is easier for followers to read.) * The car pulled to a stop and her mother came bustling out of the house to greet them. "Bella where have you been? I have been waiting and waiting. You have no idea what these people have been putting me through!" "Oh Mummy," Bella smiled as she stepped out of the car. "It can't be that bad surely." Her mother clutched her and hugged her hard, "I am so glad you are home," She held Bella out at arms length inspecting her from head to toe, her eyes critically evaluating her daughter, "You look different. You're just happy to be home, I bet. Is this a new dress? Let me look at you properly." "Leave her alone Rosie. She hasn't even gotten out of the car yet," Bella's father's voice was filled with mirth as he followed the little woman from the house and grabbed Bella in a bear hug. "How are you Ellie? Your mother tells me Mel is working you too hard. Make sure you have some fun tonight." "Thanks," She whispered as she hugged him back. "Dad, put me down," she laughed as he lifted her from her feet, "I have barely had time to think for myself this week. I am really looking forward to the party." He put her down and moved around the car, "Thanks for bringing her down Mel. Can you stay and see what's going on out the back?" he said as he shook his hand in greeting. "Sure. Let me say hi to Rosie first," Mel kissed her Mother on the cheek. "It's good to see you, Rosie you're as beautiful as ever." He turned to Joe, "Just let me get Bella's things out of the car." Opening the boot he took out her bag and a large decorated box. Handing it to Bella with a smile, he murmured, "No giving away the surprise of your costume until tonight, Ellie." "Yes, Mm... Mel," She stuttered and he smirked at her discomfort with using his name here. "Lead on Joe. I hope everything is as we discussed." Rosie took the bag from Bella, "Come on Ellie let the men go pretend to be lords of the manor. You can put your things away later. First help me make some lunch. You must be starving it's a long drive from the city." Bella spent the next half an hour in the homely kitchen with her mother teasing her about the lack of the invasion she had carried on about earlier. Her mother rolled her eyes but admitted that after the initial shock of them arriving and unpacking, plus the noise of the marquee going up, it wasn't so bad. "What was bad," she said looking miserable, "was that they took all the food she had spent all week preparing, to do god knows what with, and your father hasn't let me talk to them or do a thing. He's been out there organising things all morning." Bella could only imagine how doing nothing would frustrate her mother more than doing everything. "Everyone is being so secretive. Your father won't let me help. You won't tell me about your costume," She eyed the box still sitting on the bench. "I don't know what to do with myself. I couldn't even get my car out to make my hair appointment this morning so I will look like a wreck tonight," she almost wailed. Bella hugged her mother, "You know sometimes you just have to trust that everything will be alright. Plus I am here now I can help you with your hair. You could never look like a wreck. Dad just wants to make it a perfect night for you. Twenty-five years you have been married to him; he looks like he is enjoying being in control today. You can't do everything mum. I know you try to but let Dad do it this once. Trust him, he has the whole thing planned I bet. Relax and enjoy it." "Sounds like great advice." Her Master's voice sounded behind her making her jump in surprise. Joe followed him in and looked around, "What's for lunch? I am starving." Throughout lunch they all talked jovially. Her parents teasing each other about being married twenty-five years and perhaps it was now time to trade each other in. Her mother was laughing, "I could be one of those cougar women." They heard a car pull up on the gravel drive and Mel smiled, "That will be the surprise I got for you two girls." He jumped out of his seat and walked out of the kitchen door eagerly. Joe stood to start clearing the plates from lunch and Rosie looked at him, "Leave that. We will do it." "I don't think you will have time my love." He kissed her forehead as he walked past. "What are you up to now? Are you in on it, Bella?" she said narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Don't look at me Mum! I have about as much idea as you." A moment later Mel returned followed by four young women, "It's my gift to Joe," he smiled widely. Rosie turned red and started to splutter at Mel, as Joe laughed loudly. "I brought help to make you the most beautiful Queen of Hearts. Rosie, meet your hair make up and wardrobe team. You and Bella are to be pampered for the afternoon. They will even give Joe the once over if you want, but I am guessing that was a no." "This is why you parked that catering truck behind my car this morning, so I couldn't go get my hair done?" Rosie threw a towel at Joe who was trying unsuccessfully to stop laughing. "Now now my love, no fighting in front of Bella," he chuckled. Bella smiled at her parents, she had never seen them truly argue though she is sure they did occasionally, but usually her father would use those same words, "Now now my love, no fighting in front of Bella" and her mother would acquiesce to him and any minor dispute would be over. Mel interrupted her thoughts, "Ellie why don't you take the girls and show them where they can set up their things. Let's let the lovebirds kiss and make up." "Yes M... Oh yes of course, follow me." She smiled at the girls as she stumbled once again over what to call him. Her almost automatic "Yes Master," Freezing on her lips. Her parents had a small sitting room off their bedroom that led to a large balcony on the second floor of the big house it was light and airy and would be perfect. Bella picked up her costume box feeling the weight of it and started to walk ahead of the girls. "Gosh it's so heavy. Did he get her a suit of armour?" she thought. Curiosity made her shake the box and she heard him clear his throat and looked up. "Carry that gently my Ellie, its delicate." He smirked at her thoroughly enjoying himself as she looked around wide-eyed. He mused that she would realise eventually that no one understood the implications of what he called her, but it was lovely to see her blush a little. Her mother followed them in a minute later, "Your silly father won't even let me do dishes. He says I am a Queen today." She was trying to sound angry with him but Bella could tell how pleased she was with the special treatment. "Oh good, one of the girls said, "That gives us more time with you, I am Julie, this is Marie, Belinda and Cassie." Each of the girls smiled as Julie introduced them. "May we call you Rosie or would you prefer Your Majesty for today?" her smile was contagious and Bella giggled. Her mother shook a finger at them and in a mock stern voice, she said, "Don't you dare young lady! It's bad enough I have been banished from my kitchen. It will be off with your heads if you do." Bella couldn't help it. She burst out laughing at the little woman shaking her finger, "Okay then, Rosie. How about a nice hot shower to open your pores then a lovely long massage, before we start on your hair? We should be set up by the time you're done." Taking her arm and walking toward the en-suite, Julie winked at Mel and turned back to Rosie, "I have something very regal in mind for your hair." "I am just going to walk mm... Mel out then I will shower too, Mum. Back soon." "Okay baby, don't take too long." Rosie turned back to Julie, "You really think you can do something with this mop?" She twirled a tendril of dark auburn hair around her little finger. "Leave your costume with Belinda. She has instructions on how you should wear it," Mel said as Bella gathered her bag and she looked up in surprise. "Trust me, little one." Bella shot a look at the en-suite door Julie had just shut and nodded. Then she took her bag to her own room with Mel following her closely. She threw the bag on her bed, and turning to leave she found him blocking her path as he looked around her childhood room. He smirked at her, noting the tiny touches of rebellion amongst the pristine pink and white little girl décor her mother had provided. He walked over and opened her closet, "Ah there it is. I was wondering if you were ever a teenager," Mel chuckled. The inside of the closet doors were covered in photo's of friends, posters and stickers. Boxes of junk littered the floor of the closet along with worn out sneakers and tacky vinyl shoes. She walked over to close the doors, blushing deeply. "Mum's very picky about how the house looks," she murmured. "Such a good little girl, aren't you?" He walked back to the doorway. "You will accept all of the girls' suggestions about your hair, make up and costume I have given detailed instructions to Belinda about how you are to look." "Yes Master," she whispered. "Good girl. Now go shower. No need to walk me down, I will be back early this evening." "Yes Master," her voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh and you can call me Mel here if that is what was worrying you during lunch." "Thank you Mm... Mel," she still tripped over his name. He smirked and stroked her cheek lightly as Joe called from the bottom of the stairs, "Need a hand up there." "No." Mel called back "I was just leaving the girls to it now and getting out of the way before they make me into a princess of the court. Be down in a minute." His eyes had not left her face as he had called out, and dipping his head low he kissed her quickly, "Be a good girl and do what you are told the girls will only be relaying my wishes. I will see you in the fairy tale kingdom tonight," He kissed her again murmuring, "Mine," before abruptly walking away. The afternoon had flown by she had been poked, prodded, massaged, filed and tweezed along with her mother. Her mother had exclaimed time and time again about such luxury. For her part Bella had accepted all their decisions by saying right from the beginning, to Belinda, "You know what my costume looks like. Just do what you think best." She had held onto the chain he had given her during the afternoon, finally recognising the fairy as a very adult version of the Disney character Tinkerbelle she had loved as a child and she smiled. She remembered trying to fly and hurting herself as she leapt off tables and chairs while wearing little wings. Mel had arrived to take over preparations in the garden as Joe come up to join them in getting ready. Bella and her mother had sat together on the balcony as sunset approached and Bella listened to her mother fretting about the catering and decorations she hadn't seen yet as the girls gave her father 'the once over'. "We are going to be eating leftovers for weeks and she knows it," her father groaned from the doorway. "Time to get dressed my love," He held his hand out to Rosie. "Belinda has taken your costume to your room Elliebellie. Off you go." She went to her room and smiled at Belinda, "Finally, I get to see it." "Oh you haven't seen it? It's exquisite. Come on we have a lot to squeeze you into." She picked up the apple green fabric as Bella dropped her robe. She wore nothing beneath it surprising herself with the ease at which she was naked in the last 24 hours. Stepping into what she thought was a leotard of sorts, she noted the intricate beading with pleasure and as it was pulled up and into place she realised the bones of corsetry had been sewn into the bodice of it. It was pulled into place and the one shoulder strap angled over her shoulder. She took a deep breath as the hooks and eyes were done up tightly and blushed slightly as Belinda manhandled her small breasts into place giving her more cleavage than usual. A small skirt made of a variety of bright green fabrics beaded and embroidered to resemble leaves was pulled up over one hip and clipped in place, then pulled down to the other thigh and again fastened securely. She was given small apple green satin pumps for her feet. Golden chains with tiny bells and enamelled leaves were fastened to her wrists and ankles before every exposed inch of her skin was dusted with fine gold glitter. "Almost ready Tinkerbell." Belinda took the chain Mel had given her earlier and attached an additional chain of enamelled leaves to it before wrapping it around her neck and stepping back. "Go have a look in the mirror while I get your wings." She stood stiffly in front of her mirror as the delicate intricately crafted wings, like small butterfly wings. Their silver structure was inlaid with clear film to make them seem like small stained glass windows. Belinda secured them against her back. "Wow," she breathed. Bella was overwhelmed and while she was happy to be showing her parents first what she really wanted at that moment was to see her Master's smile and pleasure at the costume he had picked out for her. She realised she not only wanted it but needed it and her mind rolled around these thoughts as she followed Belinda back to her parents room. "Oh my Joe look our little Tinkerbella is back! Baby you look wonderful. Remember when you were little all you ever wanted to be was Tinkerbell and look at you now." Bella's father frowned, "You're beautiful, but it's a bit revealing Ellie. Won't you be cold? It's not a pool party." "You can talk," Bella responded cheekily, "How did Mum convince you to wear tights all things?" "Oh hush you two. You both look wonderful, just not as good as me," her mother laughed and twirled gracefully. "Ellie, go down and see if Mel has everything ready for your mother before I take her down." Her father asked. "Sure Dad." She looked at her mother, "You look so gorgeous, Mum. This was such a good idea." She all but skipped out of the room, excited to see her Master. "Was it wrong to crave his approval so desperately?" she thought and chewed her lip slowing her walk. Everything about this last week had seemed so wrong. The lines between right and wrong were blurry for her now and she didn't know where she where those lines were being redrawn. Her thoughts rolled in on each other and as she stepped from the kitchen door, her breath caught. The yard was bathed in the warm glow of a million twinkling fairy lights hung in trees and suspended on poles a courtyard led into a huge marquee and she followed it to the entrance. Peeking inside, she was overwhelmed. The sides looked like rich fabrics and were held back in every second panel opening the room out to small outdoor areas with comfortable couches and chairs. Inside small tables were dotted around the centre dance floor which was headed by two regal looking thrones at a table for two. It was indeed a fairytale kingdom and she was lost in awe as she felt his hand trail down her shoulder and arm. "Hello my Tinkerbella. Do you like your costume?" "Oh yes," Her eyes were bright as she looked around before whispering, "Master." He beamed a wide smile at her and she felt all the warmth of it fill her tummy with the familiar butterflies pleasing this man gave her. "More importantly do you like it?" she asked quietly. "Well let me see," he smirked, "Turn for me." He took some time appraising her as she noted his white ruffled shirt, pants and boots she wondered if there was more to his costume as he finally spoke. "Very nice and it fits you perfectly." She smiled up at him, "Dad wants to know if everything is ready so he can bring Mum down I think she is giving him a hard time about it." Mel Chuckled, "Sure, I will open some champagne. Wait one moment and I will walk with you back to the house." He pulled on a richly embroidered coat and a tri-quarter hat. The cuff of one sleeve of the jacket was black and a silver hook gleamed above his hand. "Hook" She squeaked. "Yes, In the story I believe he manages to trap little Tinkerbell in a gilded cage. Perhaps I will capture you little one. A cage for you sounds like such a good idea, right now." He smirked as she looked around them again noting the catering staff at a discreet distance. "Come let's go find some champagne for the lovebirds." Taking a tray of glasses and a bottle from the bar staff he followed her into the kitchen and put them on a bench, he called up the stairs to her parents, "Whenever you're ready Joe." He smacked her ass hard as he came back to the bench and smirked at her startled whimper. "Irresistible my little..." he left it hanging as her parents came down the stairs and he handed everyone a glass of champagne. Her mother exclaimed in pure joy as she saw the transformation of her yard. She looked at everything in minute detail looking for some small flaw to be able to say they should have let her help but she found none. Sitting in her throne she surveyed the marquee and sighed. "Thank you so much Mel, I know Joe couldn't have done it without your help," turning to her husband she grinned, "You will get your thank you later." "One more thing to show you my love," he took her hand and guided her to the far side of the house Bella followed curiously, there were two rows of tents, some people will be staying so they do not have to do the long drive home, and one couple is here already." Pandemonium ensued as the snow white and prince charming came out of the tent and her mother screamed and ran to hug them. Bella recognised her Aunt and Uncle who had been living in Italy the last 10 years. After all the hugs and kisses and tears died down Bella turned to her father, "Wow, Dad! How did you pull all this off?" They all walked back toward the marquee as her father wrapped a hand about her shoulder. He grinned, "I had help but I did good huh?" "Yes, Dad. You did good." Within the next hour people arrived in a steady stream and the champagne flowed. Guests not only from their town but from other states and the city all descended on the small town and their home. Bella was hugged and kissed by people she barely knew but assured her they knew her. Eventually she fought loose of the crowd and wandered to a quiet edge of the group to catch her breath. Sitting on a soft couch in one of the courtyards off to the side of the marquee she saw her Master approaching her with Peter Pan and Wendy. "There you are Tinkerbella. I was just telling Peter and Wendy they could fly if we found you and shook you for some fairy dust." She giggled and looked up at the two recognising Jenny, his wife, and cringing. Standing to greet them, she blushed slightly. Misunderstanding the blush Jenny spoke kindly, "We won't really shake you sweetie. This is my partner Jess." She said taking Jess by the hand, "I am finally divorcing this old reprobate who never comes home." She elbowed Mel in the ribs as she said it. "Jess this is Bella, our hosts' daughter." Bella blinked, "Wow I mean, nice to meet you, Jess" Bella said too quickly startled by the announcement. "Take care of Jess for a moment would you Bella, Mel show me where the bathrooms are hiding there must be one out here somewhere," and took his arm as they wandered off. They talked for a bit about their lives, Jess was a nice girl with a full round figure who was very nervous about being here with people who knew Mel and Jenny as couple. "There are so many people here no one will probably even notice, unless Jenny tells them all. She seems very happy to be with you," Bella reassured her. "Oh we are both deliriously happy," Jess grinned, "I love her. She is amazing!" She looked up as Mel and Jenny were walking back to them laughing easily together, "Would I ever be able to say that if I remained with him?" she thought, "Did masters and slaves ever profess love, I guess he had used the words adore and devotion. That was love, wasn't it? Maybe?" her teeth had caught her lip again ad she gnawed on it thoughtfully. Mastering Bella Ch. 09 She turned back to jess and smiled, "I really am so very happy for you. Everyone should have love like that in their lives. Jenny is coming back so please excuse me I will catch up with you later." Bella had felt a twinge of sadness that she couldn't do that sort of romantic stuff in this fairytale kingdom and she wanted to be away from the man she wished to hold the hand of, knowing he would not like it. People stopped her often as she made her way through the crowd to say hello and chat so she smiled and let herself be swept through the crowded marquee making her way slowly out the other side to the courtyard. Finally finding some space she looked around and gasped her eyes going wide in panic. "Jim." She hurried across to him, "Shit Jim what are you doing here? Aren't you on some surfing trip with your mates? No of course your not you're here. Why?" "Wow Bella you look amazing," he bent to kiss her and she turned her cheek. "Why are you here?" she asked again. "I left a message for you and sent texts. You didn't reply. You did tell me about it remember?" he was angry now and looking at her like she was stupid. "Oh god," She thought. "She hadn't replied to his message," her thoughts turned dark. She knew this was not going to go well. "Is everything alright Ellie?" Mel appeared out of the crowd. "Shit, shit, shit!" her mind was whirling "How could I have been so stupid." He questioned her again as she hesitated, "Ellie?" "It fine, I didn't think Jim was coming, I told my parents he wasn't coming, it's just that I didn't expect..." She gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath, "Mel, this is Jim." They shook hands as Mel murmured, "I see. Well now that he is here he better stay. We can fit him into one of the back tables I am sure, come with me Jim and we will get you organised." Mel spoke with authority giving Jim no choice but to follow him over to the bar area and while they were both given a beer, Mel organised some seating. Returning to her as she was yet again talking with a group of people, Mel leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Do not worry trust me." Louder he said, "Dianne is looking for you. She and Kurt arrived about twenty minutes ago." "Really, Dianne is here?" She looked around excitedly glad to have a friend of her own here tonight." "Yes really why would I lie," Mel laughed at her excitement, "I think they went to pay their respects to the king and queen. I will go find them for you stay here, little Tinkerbella. Don't go flitting off again." She nodded, Yes Mm... Mel." "Good girl take care of her Jim." She watched Mel move through the crowded marquee as Jim lazily draped his arm across her shoulders. She shrugged the arm off, stepping away from him, "Could you grab me a drink please Jim, champagne maybe?" "The bar is right there." He said pointing and making no move toward it. She rolled her eyes at him and walked over to the bar herself. After a week of being provided for and looked after, Jim's lack of manners irked her. "Mel was right." She thought. "He is not the one for me, not really." As she returned with her drink she saw Dianne and Kurt and laughed merrily at the sight of them. Kurt had his pants pulled up too high with suspenders and very floppy long white rabbit ears while Dianne was a sultry diva in red, Jessica and Roger Rabbit. She noticed Jim's tongue was almost hanging out of his mouth as he eyed Dianne but Mel's eyes were on her. "I thought I said not to flit away again Tinkerbella," there was an edge to Mel's voice and she quivered at the tone. "I needed a drink. I asked Jim to get it for me but he just pointed out the bar instead," she explained. "Wow that's bad form, Jim. Gentlemen don't refuse such requests. Dianne would ignore me for the rest of the night if I did that." Kurt said light-heartedly and Jim had the sense to look shame faced as Dianne added, "And don't you forget it." "Another drink my dear?" Kurt smirked. "Why thank you, kind Sir," Dianne replied. "Come on Jim I will show you how its done." He grabbed Jim's arm and marched him to the bar. Dianne laughed merrily and hugged Bella. "Look at you TinkerBella. You look spectacular!" "Gosh Dianne your dress is like a second skin. Wow!" "What this old thing? Just had it lying around they house." She winked and laughed loudly. "Mel organised us a last minute invite. This is some shindig. Will you show me around later?" "Sure, I am so glad your here Dianne. Really I am." Kurt and Jim appeared with more champagne and replaced the girl's glasses, giving the old ones to passing waiters. "See old chap nothing to it, and it scores you points for later in the night if you know what I mean." Kurt winked and Dianne rolled her eyes. A gong sounded and everyone was ushered in to take their seats. Mel disappeared to help Jim find his table and told her to look for Jenny and Jess that was where she was sitting the table closest to her parents. Antipasto platters were served for tables to help themselves as her parents stood to address the group. Joe cleared his throat and began by thanking everyone for coming, his friend Mel for his expertise in putting the party together, his beautiful daughter Tinkerbell and finally he spoke of his love for the woman who had put up with him for the last 25 years. Her mother stood all teary eyed and kissed him passionately for all to see. She turned to the crowd. Spoke about how lucky she was to have such wonderful family and friends and how grateful she was that they could all be here with them tonight. "Such a reunion, I would never have believed it possible." He kissed Joe again saying "Eat, eat. There is plenty for everyone, enjoy!" Dinner conversation was lively as her Aunt and Uncle regaled them with stories from Italy and invited Bella anytime she wanted to go. She in turn talked of always wanting to see the marvels of the country and the beauty of the country side she had heard so much about from her parents. As the starter and main course were done, guests started drifting between tables to chatter with different people, Bella gave up her seat to a friend of her aunts and looked around to see Dianne walking toward her. "Bella, show me where you have hidden the little girl's room please." Dianne smiled. Mel had stood as well to give up his seat, and said "You girls have fun," and wandered toward the direction Dianne had come from. As they turned to go Bella stopped, "Oh Dianne have you met Jenny and Jess? Jenny, Dianne and her partner are friends of Mel's from work." Jenny stood and smiled, "No Mel and I haven't run in the same circles for years. Nice you meet you Dianne. That dress is stunning!" "Thanks Jenny, you and Peter Pan make an excellent couple. I need to drag Bella away to show me the amenities, but I will come back and chat soon, or come visit our table after the dessert." She encouraged. "You know I have no idea about the outdoor amenities let's go in the house." Bella giggled and led Diane through the kitchen door to the downstairs bathroom. As Dianne went in, Bella leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The champagne was getting to her, she thought she had better have more water when she went back. When she opened her eyes Mel was standing there watching her. She froze, "It seems we need to talk, little one." He walked toward her and her eyes darted around the quiet house. The bathroom door opened and Dianne emerged. "I need to speak with Bella, Dianne. Just turn left out of the kitchen and follow the path you will find your way back." His eyes didn't leave Bella's face as he spoke and she felt her pulse race. She wasn't sure what she could say, she knew this was about Jim and she berated herself again for being so stupid. Dianne could feel the tension radiating from Mel and giving Bella a reassuring look, she left them alone. He propelled her ahead of him up the stairs and into her bedroom. Taking a large peach from his pocket he said "Open" and wedged it between her teeth, "Bite but not all the way through." He watched as she obeyed. "Good girl now hold it there. Lean forward and place your hands on the bed feet wide apart." Lifting the leaves of her skirt he bunched the material covering her ass and pulled up hard giving her a wedgie and exposing her ass cheeks. She whimpered softly around the peach. He moved to the bag he had packed and withdrew a small leather women's belt. The first lash of the belt took her by surprise and she almost spat the peach out as her squeal was muffled by it. "That was for not telling me about the messages from Jim." He lashed her again, "For not trusting me enough to deal with his appearance for you" The belt fell a third time, "And for dating such an arrogant little prick. He fingers ran the length of the stinging, red lines he had given her before he lashed her one more time, "And that my slave girl is for looking like such a hot little slut I now have a raging hard on." Caressing her ass he knew he had not hit her hard enough to cause real pain or make her cry but enough to heat her and remind her of his dominance over her. Pulling the fabric from her crack he smoothed it back in place as she breathed deeply. "One last thing," He inserted what felt like a tampon into her cunt which was wet from his display of dominance over her. "If I am to be uncomfortable tonight you will be too. You may stand." Holding the peach he said, "Open." She opened and he removed it putting it back in his pocket. From his other pocket he took a remote and her memory brought back sensations, "Good you remember, lets test it shall we." He flicked the switch once a low vibration started within her making her gasp and jump slightly. He smirked, "Just lovely" and stroked her cheek. "Shall we go back to the party now?" "Yes Master," she whispered. They walked out of the house and across the courtyard into the marquee. Mel guided Bella to the back tables where Jim was flirting outrageously with one of the girls who had been part of the hair and make up team, Marie she thought her name was. "Where the hell have you been?" Jim almost snarled at Bella and she realised he was drunk. "Perhaps you should rephrase that before I help you find your manners Jim," Mel's voice was calm and measured but he looked over at Kurt who was sitting at the next table meaningfully. "What's it to you old man?" Jim said belligerently, "I can talk to my girlfriend however I want." "You are an uninvited guest drinking free booze and eating free food and you need to show respect to the people providing it Jimbo. One more remark like that and we will help you find those manners." "You and whose army," Jim got unsteadily to his feet as Kurt laid a hand on his shoulder. "What you seem to forget, Jimbo, is you are terribly outnumbered here. We are all friends or family of the happy couple, you, at this point are neither." A couple of other men from tables close by had also risen and Bella was horrified at how Jim was acting. "Are you gonna just stand there like a dumb bitch and say nothing?" Jim spat at Bella. "I am with her I am invited." "You were off having fun with your friends, not coming here you said," She paused to take a breath, "And considering you were just groping Marie here, I don't think you can rely on me to vouch for you," she said very calmly, "People wouldn't be pleased if they thought my boyfriend was a player." "You stupid fucking bitch," Jim began but was cut off by Kurt. "Let's go mate. You can't win this battle. There are too many of us and if you say one more word to Bella," Kurt said in a low voice, "I will drop you like a sack of potatoes and even that wont save you from what that old man over there will do to you." Two burly men from the staff arrived, "Come on, son. Let's walk it off." "If you make me leave, we are done Bella," he hissed menacingly despite his situation. "Yes," she agreed, "We are done. Go home Jim." The burly men moved forward as he started again "You will regret this, you dumb fuck..." Kurt hit him then and Jim dropped to the floor. The men grabbed his arms and pulled him upright walking him away. Bella was mortified and she turned to look at the people watching from nearby tables. "I am so sorry, everyone. Please go back to the party, enjoy yourselves please." Her father appeared at her side, as she dissolved into tears, "I am so sorry Daddy I ruined your wonderful party." "Don't be silly, Ellie. You just made my day. I never liked that idiot. About time you dumped him." he hugged her, "Come now" he patted her back, "Every princess kisses some toads before she finds the frog prince." He let her go and took her hand, "Let's go find your mother. She will be angry if we leave her out of any drama. You know how she is." Rosie took one look at Bella's teary face and went into full drama queen mode, "My poor baby! What a thing to happen tonight! Don't you worry, baby," she pulled Bella to her, "We will fix it all up in a jiffy." She sent Joe to go find Belinda and tell her to get her make up kit and that friend of hers that Mel invited. She took Bella into the kitchen and fussed with tissues until Belinda and Dianne walked in. "Did you two see what happened? Joe never gets stories right." "I did," Dianne volunteered as Belinda opened up her case and repaired the damaged make up. Dianne left nothing out relaying the whole scene word for word. "The snarky little segaiolo. I am glad you told him to vaffanculo," Rosie was holding her rolling pin weighing it in her hands. "Mother!" Bella admonished. Dianne asked eagerly, "What did she say what did she say?" Bella eyed her mother, "You know swearing is still swearing even in Italian," Dianne laughed and laughed more at the look on Rosie's face. "Well so what? It's my party and I will swear if I want to, swear if I want to..." She started singing the It's my party song and Bella rolled her eyes as Mel and Joe came in with red wine and glasses. "You will have to cut her off soon, Dad. She is swearing in Italian and singing old doo wop songs." "Ooh goodie" he grinned and grabbed his wife dancing her around the kitchen. "You two lovebirds need to take it outside. People are waiting for dessert." Mel laughed and Joe danced Rosie out the kitchen door. Belinda packed up her case, "Good as new." She smiled at Bella, "I think he was a wanker too by the way," then she stood and went back to the party. Bella looked up at Mel and Dianne, "I am really sorry." "Aw Honey don't be, most girls like us date thugs and assholes before we find the lifestyle we like. It's a fine line between domineering and dominant ones an asshole and ones a..." She smiled at Mel, "You know the difference now. Don't you, sweetie." Bella nodded and looked up at Mel who was watching her intently. "Would you like to see the view from the balcony upstairs? I don't want to go back just yet." Bella asked. Mel shook his head imperceptibly at Dianne, "Can we go after dessert darlin'? I just know if I don't get back Kurt will have eaten mine and I will need to come and steal yours for letting him." Bella laughed, "Okay lets trade places just for dessert to make sure you get yours and I can thank Kurt myself for his chivalry." "Now there is an idea." Dianne grinned and pulled her to her feet. "Come on Tinkerbell lets fly." Mel followed them out the door and back to the party. He had no doubt Kurt would cheer her up and make her laugh, so he escorted Dianne to his table and let Bella flitter to the back until she realised no one cared about Jim. Kurt looked at her as she sat down beside him, "Well hello there Tinkerbell. I saved you the trouble of thanking me by eating two desserts as reward," he grinned. "Its hard work being a hero and all. I knew you would insist." Bella laughed merrily as he spoke so earnestly not a trace of a smile on his face. "You are indeed my hero, Kurt, and as such you are most welcome to my dessert as well but unfortunately Dianne is up there eating mine as we speak." Joe appeared at their table, "Your mother made you a special dessert Ellie, she made me come all the way down here to give it to you when Dianne appeared in your seat." He produced a plate of pretty pink strawberry macaroons leaving it on the table. He shook hands with Kurt, "Thanks for looking after my little girl earlier." "Oh I am being rewarded I assure you Bella has promised me her dessert and from here it looks great!" Kurt pulled the plate toward him grinning like a school boy making Bella giggle even more. Joe smiled hearing Bella's giggle, "You know your Mum will send you home with a box as well. I think she made hundreds over the last week." "I will expect those on my desk Monday Bella with coffee." Kurt mumbled around a pink mouthful and this time Joe laughed with her. "Come dance with your dear old Dad. We don't see you often enough anymore," He took her hand and led her back to the front of the room and the dance floor. Her parents were fond of the big rock ballads of the 80's and Reo Speedwagon sounded from the speakers as they moved onto the dance floor. Kurt had followed them up putting the plate of macaroons in front of Dianne announcing, "That's my reward for saving Bella don't let anyone steal them." And approached Rosie offering a dance with a grin, "I hear you're becoming a cougar." He waggled his eyebrows at her and she blushed as he swept her out onto the dance floor. Bella was passed around the dance floor for song after song eventually ending up in her Masters arms. The moment he wrapped his arms around her the buzzing inside her started again and she gasped, her eyes wide. She leaned into him feeling his now familiar hands on her and closed her eyes for a moment as Air Supply sung on in the background. Her mind whirled as she opened her eyes and took in the people around her. They were dancing closely, too closely, but he held her tightly and the buzzing within her made her mind fog with sensation as he slowly twirled her around the dance floor and lean in to whisper in her ear. "I adore you, my little Tinkerbella." Her breath was beginning to quicken as he held her and a flush rose in her cheeks, she looked up at him and he smirked knowing her discomfort and heat within this crowd. The pleasure in his eyes as always filling her full of warmth, her parents drifted past her on the dance floor and she stepped back slightly from Mel who tightened his grip on her. "You look hot," her mother called out, "Take her to get a drink and some fresh air Mel." "I could really use some cold water," Bella admitted as her parents danced away. "A little hot and bothered?" he grinned at her. She nodded her eyes bright, "Good." He said and the buzzing stopped abruptly. Taking her over to the bar he got her a glass of ice and water and they walked together to one of the comfortable alcoves dotted around the edge of the tent. The party was starting to wind down and people who had a long drive home were beginning to leave. "This was a great night. Dad did a great job I have never seen Mum so relaxed at one of her own parties. Thanks for helping him." She turned her face up to him noting an odd look in his eyes. He grabbed her hand then and dragged her after him as he strode away from the main tent into the darkness. She squeaked and hurried after him. He pinned her against the far side of a tree, out of view of party guests and bent to kiss her deeply. "Mine," He murmured as he kissed her again. The buzzing started again more intensely and his hands pulled at the bodice of her top until his fingers closed around her nipples twisting them sharply, his kiss smothering her squeals as he tormented her. He stepped back taking his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders and wings before pushing her back roughly devouring her mouth again. His fingers moved down her body pulling her costume aside he pinched and twisted her clit until her legs shook and he probed inside her with his other hand pulling the egg from her and stuffing it in his pocket. Mastering Bella Ch. 09 Unzipping his pants he picked her up wrapping her legs about his hips and entered her. His mouth closed over hers, stealing her cries of pleasure. Their pent up tensions from the long afternoon and evening converging to make them both come hard and fast after only a few minutes. "I cannot get enough of you my little slut," She was breathing heavily, as he pulled back and lowered her down regarding her and she looked up at him with troubled eyes. "Tell me what is in that pretty little head of yours, my Ellie." Her mind rolled and she chewed her lip. She peeked around the edge of the tree, "If I stay with you we will always be secretive like this and never be like them. Like the couples holding hands and kissing in there." "Why wouldn't we?" "Well you're married to start with." "Not for much longer." "True but if Jenny hadn't found someone you would still be." "Not if you agreed to being mine on Monday. I told you I have never had reason to divorce before, but I have never wanted a slave like I want you until now." He paused searching her eyes, "I would quite happily show this vanilla world that you are mine, but first you much accept my other world, for that is the true me. I will be your Master first and foremost. The rest," he waved his hand around "Will be as it always is. Look at Kurt and Dianne. Do they act like Master and slave here? No but she still knows her place, when and where it matters. For all we know many of the couples out there have a different lifestyle behind closed doors." He looked down into her eyes, "I am strict, harsh, sadistic in my use of you, but I also adore you, care for you and I will always look after you, and listen to you. Giving me the power to control and dominate your world means your worries become mine and I will take care of them for you. You told me when your parents first started planning this party how you worried over your mother's drama queen antics. I met with your father and created this," He stopped to let his words sink in. "You did all this for me?" She whispered. "No." He said "I did this for me. I needed more time with you. I did not want you travelling back and forth from here to work every weekend or taking time off work to soothe your mother's nerves. This past week made it even more important that things here went smoothly. I am a selfish bastard, little one and I did not want to share this last week with anyone or have you distracted by a distraught mother." He smiled down at her, "If I could have called on Mother Nature to help out I would have had this party postponed. You pleased me beyond my all expectations this week. I am so proud of you, my perfect little slave." She melted under that smile as her mind rolled his words around. She wasn't sure whether to thank him or rage at him for interfering in her life and her parents' lives. She peeked around the tree again and saw how happy they were and how magical everything looked. The only thing that had gone wrong this evening had been her fault, Jim. She berated herself again. Holding her by her throat he pressed her back hard against the tree and kissed her deeply, possessively, and with intensity that made her trembling legs shake again before letting her go. "You are mine Ellie. You know it is true." He let her go. "People will be looking for you I expect and it seems I need to change my pants such a hot wet slut you are. I will share you with everyone tonight but tomorrow you are mine alone again." "Yes Master." She chewed her lip, "Could I use this?", she plucked at the kerchief in his coat, her costume was still pulled to the side and she could feel the cum on her thighs, he smirked as if considering her request and she blushed deeply as he produced a large napkin from his pocket and the egg he had removed. She leaned back as he cleaned her up and reinserted his toy. Pulling her costume back into place, he smiled, "There all better for now." He took her hand and began walking back to the party, people lingered and chatted noisily in the outside areas as they approached, he did not let go of her hand until they were a few meters away. "I need to go clean up this mess little slut," he whispered to her and turned walking toward the house. Dianne came over and grinned, "You had sex!" she whispered laughingly, "And don't lie I can always tell." Bella blushed "Dianne! My parents are over there." "So what?," She said "I bet they do it like rabbits." "Not a picture I need in my head thanks Dianne," Bella laughed. "Well let's go grab another bottle of wine and save your mother from Kurt. He is still trying to convince her that he is available when she leaves Joe to become a cougar." Bella laughed merrily, "I really need the bathroom first. You go I will catch up." She hurried off around the marquee to where she had seen the outdoor amenities located. "Wow she thought as she entered the tented area this is nicer than I imagined. Dampening some paper towel she locked herself in a cubicle and cleaned herself up as best she could and straightened her costume. Coming out she took her time to make her way back to the marquee. There were only a small number of people left now, mostly sitting in the small areas with couches close to the bar area where they had set up a coffee station as well. Bella made her way over and flopped down on a couch near her parents and friends. Kurt looked at her and leaned forward, "Come over here Tinkerbella." She stood up tiredly and walked over to him. He pulled her down to sit in his knee and he grinned at her. "Oh I get it," Bella said and took his ears moving them to his chin, "Now for Christmas Santa I would like a ..." they all burst out laughing and Kurt looked unhappy to have his fun ruined. "Give me those ears cheeky girl you are definitely on the naughty list now." Mel arrived and raised an eyebrow in their direction. "I was just about to tell Bella, that when Rosie leaves Joe to become a cougar my name is at the top of the list. I was just checking how she felt sitting on my knee, but she was teasing me ruthlessly and you know what a sensitive soul I am." "Indeed a very sensitive soul," Mel said with a perfectly straight face. Dianne rolled her eyes and said, "Come sit with me Tinkerbella, I think I am the only sane person left in this little group." The night wore on with everyone laughing and teasing each other as the staff cleared the debris from the party behind them. Rosie started to fall asleep and Joe helped her up to bed, late night revellers finally took to the tents at the side of the house and the marquee became all but silent as Dianne passed her a glass of wine and said, "Cheers Bella. We may as well stay up and watch the sun rise now. It won't be long." Bella clinked her glass to Dianne's as Kurt Murmured, "We better separate these two Mel I think Dianne is a bad influence on your sweet girl." He stood and picked up Bella depositing her in Mel's lap before taking a seat beside Dianne and pulling her against him. "Great night, Mel. Thanks for the invite. Dianne here has amassed quite a score of indiscretions we may need Monday off." Dianne laughed. "I had special immunity tonight. Didn't I, Mel?" "Only from me. I can't speak for him." "Oops. Perhaps we should find a spare tent so I can make it up to you, Master," Dianne wheedled. "Actually I would like to change before the breakfast crowd arrives but I don't want to miss the sunrise, so it can wait." Kurt looked at his slave meaningfully. They fell into an easy quiet chatter. Dianne asking about Jim, and discussing the wide variety of costumes they had seen and Mel took Bella's wings off for her so she could lean back against him properly. As the sun started to rise the caterers brought them a platter of fresh baked bread, ham, cheese and eggs and they ate heartily, devouring the food as the sun rose slowly lighting the fairytale kingdom and breaking the spell that the night had held. Mel stood and stretched, "I better get this fairy princess to bed for a couple of hours sleep. See you both in a little while." He picked Bella up and carried her into the house. He undressed her swiftly, and helped her into the baby doll nightgown he had packed for her. Laying down on the bed with her he stroked his hands over her small form, his fingers gently delved beneath the matching panties as he kissed her, her thighs parted for him automatically and he teased her as he retrieved his toy. "So needy," he murmured into his kiss as he removed his hand and smirked at her. "Sleep now my little slut," he kissed her again and stood pocketing the toy and walked from her room quietly. Mastering Bella Ch. 10 Bella's eyes slowly fluttered open, "Come on baby rise and shine." Her mother said as she sat on the bed beside her. "You have slept half the day away and we want to spend some time together before you have to head back to the city." "Just five more minutes," Bella murmured before rolling back over. A small stream of water hit her cheek. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" She sat up she scowled at the water pistol in her mother's hand and looked at the clock beside her bed. "Mum, it's not even seven o'clock." Another stream of water hit her and she squealed, "Okay okay I am getting up." "Good, now have a proper shower and come down stairs for breakfast," Rosie smiled at her daughter still covered in golden glitter and looking like an angel, "It so good to have you home baby, let's enjoy it. Up, up, up." Half an hour later Bella descended the stairs looking fresh and brighter than she felt. She held her hands held behind her back hiding her weapons. She walked into the back yard surprised that so little was left from the party the night before, only a few tables remained for those that had stayed and a large barbeque sizzled and popped as the catering staff cooked bacon, hash browns, eggs, pancakes and all the good things that made breakfast her favourite meal of the day. Bella walked slowly toward her parents saying good morning to everyone as she went. Pulling her water pistols from behind her back she looked at them both and aimed her water pistols at them. Smiling sweetly she said, "That's a horrible way to wake someone up, you should be ashamed of yourselves. I am a grown woman." Her father pleaded innocence but Bella would have none of it. "I know it was your idea Dad." She grinned and pulled the triggers showing that the pistols were empty. "Next time you won't be so lucky," she smirked. To much laughter she lowered the weapons and went to grab some food and juice. The morning seemed to go by quickly as people emerged from tents drawn by the smell of food and locals who had gone home the night before returned for breakfast. There was no sign of Mel, Kurt or Dianne yet and she tried not to be anxious about it as she joined the relaxed easy conversation at the table. Her Aunt and Uncle were staying a week and invited her to go back to Italy with them for a holiday when they returned. Her parents were enthusiastic but she only smiled "I don't know, I would have to discuss it with Mel," she paused before adding, "I do have a job now." "Oh your father can speak to him, can't you Joe." Rosie said and a look of panic filled Bella's face. "Rosie stop. It's Bella's decision. If she didn't work for a friend of ours she would have to discuss it with her boss on her own. It shows she is responsible. She is all grown up now as she keeps reminding us. Let her make her own decisions." Rosie started to protest, but Joe ended the conversation with "Now, now my love..." and Rosie acquiesced. The conversation ebbed and flowed around her and her thoughts turned inward focusing on Mel and what he might say to the request. She wished he was here to talk to. He had filled her world with his presence over the last few days and she felt strangely cast adrift without him close by. She chewed her lip once again becoming anxious about his absence until her mother interrupted thoughts by asking for help in the kitchen. The kitchen benches were lined with almond biscotti and strawberry macaroons and on the table were cardboard sleeves that would fold into little boxes. Bella began making up small boxes and handed them to the other women to fill with treats to give the guests. Her mother and Aunt chattered around her as they worked, "You're such a good girl Bella. Your cousins never help their Mama," her Aunt lamented. Bella laughed, "I just do what I am told because it saves the time I would spend arguing and giving in eventually anyway. It's very hard to say no to my mum... and get away with it." "When she was a teenager, she argued all the time," Rosie nudged Lucia, "She wore all those black clothes and black make up. But I told her, 'What you do at home no one cares about, but what you do in public is something to be judged'." The women went off on another tangent about what young people thought was acceptable behaviour these days, while Bella fell silent thinking about what her mother said. Most people had a public and a private persona, why should she be any different. Bella's constant daydreams of her Master were interrupted again as her Aunt spoke of Jim putting her arm around Bella's shoulder, "...like that silly boy last night drinking too much and saying bad things about our beautiful Bella. What you need is a nice man who will treat you like a princess not some silly boy who has learned no manners." "Yes," Bella agreed, "but Jim was sweet to me in the beginning really. We have been together so long and I guess it was just easier to ignore his temper most of the time. I was never much of a party girl and he goes out drinking with his mates a lot so we didn't see each other so much since we graduated." She chewed her lip and thought of the man who wanted to spend his nights with her and her lips quirked in a half smile. "What are you smiling at Bella?" her mother asked curiously. "Just thinking about older men, some are very handsome don't you think? Like Daddy." "You don't want someone old like your father. You are young and beautiful." "Oh don't say that," her Aunt Lucia spoke up to Bella's surprise, "There is something to be said for age and experience. Lots of girls go for older men. All the better if he is rich too." Then she let out a peal of laughter. The women were laughing listing off handsome movie stars who were their age and some of whom had young beautiful girlfriends or wives, Antonio Banderes, George Clooney, Andy Garcia and the list went on and on until Joe walked into the kitchen. "What are the three most beautiful women in the world doing in here?" he asked suspiciously as they fell silent. "They are deciding on a sugar daddy for me, I think they have it narrowed down to John Cusack or Nicholas Cage, both of whom are married already or so I thought." Bella said with a giggle. "A sugardaddy huh?" He winked at her. "I have heard worse ideas. It's definitely over with Jim then?" Bella nodded and her father smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Good." "Come on ladies. Everyone is starting to leave. Lets get you back out there," Joe herded them out of the kitchen carrying the small pink boxes in arm loads. Dianne and Kurt were sitting and laughing with the group as Bella walked back around the house and she smiled as she saw them looking around eagerly for her Master. He was sitting to the side of the group holding her phone. She had an overwhelming urge to go and kneel before him but instead she said to her mother, "Mel found my phone, I bet I left it in his car yesterday." Then she hurried over to him letting her mother play hostess again and sat on the edge of the seat beside him. "Good morning Mm... Mel." She said cheerfully, happy to see him. Handing her the phone he said darkly, "You need to end it," and got up and walked away from her. She froze. He was mad at her and she felt her chest tighten in anxiety as she looked at her phone. There were so many messages and texts all from Jim. She went through the texts first. Jim was apologetic in the earlier ones, then angry about the way she was treating him and how she had made him look like an arsehole. "You did that to yourself," she muttered under her breath. Chewing her lip, she dialled into her message bank and listened to similar messages of attrition followed by a rain of abuse as he received no answer from her during the early morning. Her eyes filled with tears. She had always known he had had a temper but she had learned how to placate him throughout their relationship and she rarely saw it anymore. It was his own fault that he was asked to leave last night but she felt guilty over being aloof and ignoring his messages yesterday. She needed to tell him it was over, not because of Mel but because they had been growing slowly apart since graduating and entering the work force. She was never much of a party girl even at university and he was still went out every night almost with his mates, they hardly saw each other anymore. This was just the catalyst to end it once and for all. She walked away from the group to call him and end it. She realised it was a mistake as soon as he picked up the phone on the first ring and she continued to walk around to the front of the house as his tirade started. "It's about time," he snarled. "I came all the way back from the bay for you and you shove me down the back out of sight at your precious party and then complain when I drink a little. You think I am not good enough for your family. Don't you? You've always been a stuck up bitch." He paused to take a breath, "No," she said quietly, "It's not like that at all." "Tell me how it is then. Tell me why I should forgive you and take you back." She was surprised by his question, and in the past would have immediately taken his cue and apologised. But she knew after this week, even if she chose not stay with Mel that Jim wasn't the one for her. "You shouldn't," Bella said. She could feel tears forming in her eyes while trying to make her voice sound confident. Jim was silent he had expected her to beg him to take her back, not this. Bella spoke again, into the awful silence. "It's over Jim," she sounded stronger than she felt and she was glad he couldn't see her. "You don't mean that. I know you, Bella. You will come crawling back. Who else would want you? No one wants a freaky little troll following them around like a stupid bitch," his voice hissed, "What would your uptight family think if they knew you begged me for sex, the rougher the better? What would they say if I told them you wanted me to spank you?" "Leave me alone. I mean it, Jim." Her voice seemed shaky in her own ears as her confidence began to fail her, "It's over, we're done. Leave me and my family alone now, please." She hung up not wanting to hear his nastiness anymore. Her phone buzzed in her hand ringing silently, she looked at it until it stopped ringing, she remembered that she had asked him to spank her once, and he gave it a half hearted attempt before telling her it did nothing for him and they went back to the regular blow job and quick fuck. That was hardly freaky. The phone buzzed again and again as she walked aimlessly, she blinked teary eyes trying to hold back the distress she felt when the buzzing stopped making her look down at the phone in her hand. A text message sprang up on the screen, "It's over when I say it's over, bitch. I will be there when you get home tonight, you stupid little cunt. You will regret this." Taking a deep shuddering breath, she knew she was in trouble. She had seen him this angry on a couple of occasions and it had scared her. She had always gone out of her way to avoid his temper in the past by giving in to his demands and now he was beyond angry at her and she dissolved into tears. She knew she should tell Mel but she didn't want to face him right then. He seemed so distant and angry this morning so she went and sat in her favourite tree to decide what to do. Jim was mad at her she understood that, but Mel was mad at her too and she did not know why. He had not even said hello to her. She could tell her parents she wanted to come home, find a job closer, start her post university grown up life all over again. 'What would they do if she told them she was scared to go back to her apartment, to the city and her job, to Jim and to Mel,' she thought grimly. 'She would be stuck back here in the middle of nowhere again. That's what would happen.' Bella grimaced. The trip to Italy with her Aunt and Uncle was looking like her only good option right then. She leaned back against the tree trunk and closed her eyes, wiping her tears on the hem of her dress. 'She could just fly off to Italy and start a whole new life there and forget all of this mess she had created.' Her father appeared below the tree, "Come down Ellie. You're too old to be hiding in that old tree." "I don't want to," she called back petulantly. "Bella Rosaria! You come down right now. We were worried and people are looking for you." Her father voice was stern brooking no argument. "If you act like a child, I will treat you like one." She began to climb down slowly and saw Mel appear beside her father as she hung from a low branch making her freeze, miss her footing and unceremoniously drop to the ground in a heap. "Now what's this about then?" He father helped her up noticing the red swollen red eyes and puffy face immediately. Holding out the phone to him she showed the message. "I am worried about going back to my apartment tonight," as if needing more explanation for being in the tree she added quickly, "He has a key." "We will get the locks changed then. You can organise that in the city can't you, Mel." Her father soothed as he wrapped her in a hug. "You can stay here tonight. I will drive you back tomorrow or the next day once this is sorted out." "No," Mel said too quickly. "I don't think that is the answer," he continued as they turned to look at him. He considered them both with dark eyes before finally speaking, "Maybe we should just move her into one of the company apartments for a little while. Just to be safe. There is more security there and it will save any scenes if he seeks her out, later on." "That's very generous of you Mel, but we couldn't ask you to do that," Joe began slowly, "It's probably best she stay home for a while out of his reach. You can spare her from work a few days surely." "We have a lot on at the office this week Joe. I am not sure I can survive without her, she has made herself indispensable. There is an apartment in my building free at the moment. We usually only use it for out of town clients, so it's no imposition. We could have her moved in tonight. Just let me make a few phone calls and you won't have to do a thing." "I don't know Mel. I would feel better if I could keep an eye on her myself. That would ease my mind a little. What do you think Ellie?" She nodded dumbly, shocked by the turn of events. Not giving Joe another chance to decline, Mel picked up his phone and walked away from them as he spoke. "Everything will be fine Elliebellie. You don't have to go back today, and maybe its better you stay here at least one more night." He hugged her again and walked her back around the house to her mother, saying, "I will fill you in a moment, my love," before following Mel to discuss the situation further. "I'm fine, Mum. Say bye to your friends properly. I am just going to go see Kurt and Dianne before they leave," Bella pulled from her mothers look of concern and vice like grip , wandering over to sit with her friends. Kurt held his hand out for the phone, "May I? Mel has been brooding over you and this phone all morning. I don't think I have never seen him so obviously irritated." Bella glanced up at her mother who having seen her sit and start chatting turn back to her own friends. "Mel seems really angry with me." Bella said quietly. Kurt took the phone and began to scroll through the texts. "We stayed at Mel's place last night," Dianne cut into her thoughts, "He's been grumpy all morning, I don't think it's what you expect, sweetie. He has been talking with Jenny to settle things for the divorce." Kurt chuckled as he handed her phone back, "That's one hell of a tantrum Jim's throwing, and how old did you say he was?" Bella blushed, "Your better off now believe me. Let Mel take care of it and you. What's he up to over there?" "He is turning my world upside down again. I am a bit worried about going back to my apartment tonight. Jim has a key, so I think Mel is moving all my stuff to a new place. Just like that, like it's something you do every day. I think I will have to stay here tonight and come back to the city tomorrow." Kurt was suddenly serious. "Best to take no chances with an ego like Jim's. They don't bruise well. Moving is a good idea, you should probably get a new phone too. I will just go see if I can help Mel out. We don't want anything happening to our little Bella." Dianne smirked and added, "No we don't," as Kurt moved away. Looking at Bella Dianne lowered her voice, "And I don't think you will be allowed to stay here again tonight. Mel's been like a caged bear all morning while he and Jenny ironed out a few things for the divorce so he could have the papers drawn up straight away," she saw the surprise on Bella's face, and paused. "It's just that he seems so mad at me this morning, and I don't know what I did so I can make it better." Bella whispered. "Silly, I keep telling you none of us have ever seen him act this way. He adores you. Everyone can see it. Having you here where he can't show you how he feels or treat you the way he wants is killing him." She grinned, "I have known him a long time and I have never seen him concede so much to a girls needs. I doubt you will make it half an hour of the drive home before he reminds you who serves who." Dianne giggled as Bella blushed, the thought of him using her again without restraint made her squirm in both fear and anticipation. Then in a whisper Dianne murmured, "It nice to see him on the other side of the fence, wanting something he can't just take." Dianne let out a peal of laughter lifting Bella's mood. Bella looked over to where the three men were talking and making calls. A smile played on her lips, and she knew each of them loved her in their own way and just wanted to keep her safe. Just sitting idly by worrying over what they were doing was only making her more anxious but she didn't know what to do. "I can't just sit here watching them totally upend my life." Bella looked sadly at Dianne. "How about that tour you promised me last night?" Dianne suggested. "You need to go pack your things anyway." "Okay," Bella looked over at the small group of men again, "but I still think my Dad will want me stay home tonight." "Want to bet." Dianne grinned, "Just let me go tell the overlords so they don't worry again and you can show me around." They finished the tour in Bella's bedroom so she could repack her costume and bag, Dianne hugged her. "Everything will be alright you know. Mel wouldn't let any harm come to you," laughing merrily she added, "that he didn't design himself of course. I am so glad Mel brought you into our world. It's like having the cool little sister I always wanted." Bella hugged her back, "I think that is what Mel had in mind all along. I have begun to realise that everything this week was done for a reason, even the way I became his slave," her mind dwelt on the game for a moment before she let go of the hug and continued, "and he couldn't have picked a better friend for me. You are amazing in how you help me," Bella chewed her lip and murmured, "I don't think he planned on Jim happening this weekend, though." "I doubt it and that probably explains his mood earlier. He's dealt with arseholes like Jim before though. He's helped a few girls I know out of bad relationships. There are rules in our world about being safe and sane, but you will learn about that soon enough. It won't change how he feels about you though sweetie and I doubt very highly he will leave you here with your parents tonight. " "He wants answers tomorrow." Bella sighed heavily. Dianne looked at her concerned, "Answers about what?" "Whether I will stay with Mel as his slave or leave him and all he has given me," Bella paused. "The company, my new friends... I would be walking away from everything and everybody, not just him." Mastering Bella Ch. 10 "He gave you the choice? Wow he has got it bad." Dianne looked at the confusion on Bella's face and pulled her down to sit on the bed. "Some girls are blackmailed or coerced into the lifestyle, when they haven't found it themselves. Most choose to stay because they find a place they belong after initial training either with a Master or at a club like ours. Some girls leave or are asked to leave because they couldn't endure the training or were untrainable. The few girls who stay not by choice but through guilt, fear or having no where else to go can be good slaves but never great because they didn't choose it for themselves." Bella was listening intently her brow furrowing at the last comment. Dianne to her hand, "You felt a bit like that didn't you or did in the beginning? The guilt and shame of realising you liked Mel's game?" She watched as Bella lowered her head and nodded. "Aw Honey. He gave you the choice. He doesn't want you to stay through fear or shame. He needs you to accept who you are and who he is so you can have a deeper relationship that makes you both happy. He must care for you very deeply to risk losing you like this so soon without completing your training." "There is so much to learn and know. I don't think I will ever be able to learn it all and be the slave he wants." Bella realised how sad that made her feel. "You are what he wants!" Dianne sounded frustrated. "The training is just that, learning in skills. A girl who chooses the life of a submissive to a Master puts her heart and soul into pleasing him, because it is what makes her who she is rather than just accepting a role she is trained for, like the other girls. For a true submissive just the simple act of pleasing him gives her pleasure. Do you understand? The fact that you want so much to please him and were upset by his mood this morning makes you the slave he wants and needs." Again Bella nodded acknowledging the warm butterflies that filled her when he was pleased but she chewed at her lip rolling the words around in her head before looking up with wide eyes, surprised by the simplicity of Dianne's explanation and what it meant for her. She had never considered that he was taking a risk in losing her or that it might matter to him so much if she left. She assumed he would find another to fill his needs. "He is rich, powerful and handsome; so many girls would gladly be his. Girl's who already had more training. I seem to get it wrong so often. Like this morning, I still have no idea what I did wrong." "You didn't do anything wrong. He is jealous of Jim." Dianne pulled Bella to her feet and dragged her to the mirror. "Look at yourself, really look. You are gorgeous, you are submissive whether you acknowledge it or not, you show it in the way treat the people you care about. You are already so obedient and well trained you will accept their decision when we go back down stairs, without even questioning it. You stumble over Mel's name here because you want to call him Master. Stop torturing yourself with doubt and embrace the fact that Mel not only wants you but needs you. Look at yourself really look, and tell me one good reason not to stay with Mel and give what he offers you a chance." Bella smiled lopsidedly, "It's all so new and so much I don't know. It's a little scary giving someone that much control over you. What happens when it doesn't work out? Would I be trapped forever?" "Do you think he will lock you in a cage and never let you out if you stay with him? Look at me. I go to parties. I take time off to go see my family and friends. It's not a jail term honey, and he is down there taking control already, just like any concerned friend or lover would do. It's not like he would do anything to deliberately to sabotage your life, but he could very well make it so much better." She turned Bella around and hugged her again, "Mel wouldn't make you stay if you were truly unhappy because you couldn't be the slave he wants that way. He is a really good man Bella, you can trust him. Believe me." Bella blushed and smiled her mind working through all her thoughts. She jumped as she heard footsteps on the stairs. "We better get back before they come for us." "Too late." Mel's voice sounded hard and brittle. "We need to get going soon. Come see your parents. I will put your things in the car." "I am not staying here tonight Mm... Mel?" She asked and Bella caught Dianne's snicker and blushed. Mel looked darkly at her, "No. You will not be staying here one more night," his words were clipped, "You need to be where I can look after you." She turned to zip up the bag, his expression worrying her. "All packed," she whispered. He moved closer to her and lifted her face by the chin searching her eyes, "Mine," He stated. "Yes Master." She whispered and the warm glow slowly flickered to life in her belly as the corners of his mouth tilted up slightly in a partial smile. "Good girl," he picked up the bag and costume box and led them from the room. The guests had gone now and Kurt stood with Joe, while Rosie and Lucia were talking quietly together try no to disturb Bella's uncle who had dosed on the couch. Rosie came and hugged her, "Now," her mother said, "as soon as you get a new phone ring and let me know the number. Your father wants you to throw yours away. Don't you, Joe?" "Yes my love." Joe winked at Bella, "It's good to have friends. You have a new apartment already. Mel will get you a new phone when you get back to the city. Don't worry, Elliebellie," her father hugged her tightly. "Mel assures us Jim won't bother you but you could still stay here with us tonight if you want." "Thanks, Dad. I feel silly now for making such a fuss. I shouldn't have made you all worry and go to so much trouble because of a break up that should have happened ages ago. I am really sorry Dad." She leaned into his hug. "Don't thank me. If I had my way I would keep you here where I could make sure you were safe myself. But you have work and friends to get back to so they," he pointed to Mel and Kurt, "did it all to make sure you were safe in the city." Joe said. "Thank you kind Sir, you are my hero again." Bella curtsied to Kurt. Kurt pointed at Mel and said with a chuckle, "He did it all. He let me watch though, and I am exhausted. It was such hard work." "Extra strawberry macaroons for you then," she returned his infectious grin as Kurt whooped in joy. Bella turned to look up at Mel, "Thank you so much, I don't know how I can ever repay you." "I have a few ideas" he smirked, "but you can start with a strawberry macaroon for me too." "I will get more. Don't leave yet!" Rosie ran off to the kitchen and they all started walking toward the cars. Rosie came out with more pink boxes for the men and turned to look at Bella with misty eyes. "Oh Joe, can't you make her stay here just one more night? Where it's safe." "Rosie we talked about this. She has commitments at work, a big meeting tomorrow and she needs to unpack all her things that are being moved for her." Joe put his arm around his wife's shoulder, "I would like her to stay too, but she has good people looking after her, she will be safe with them." Rosie sniffed "Do you have a clean hankie and clean underwear, just in case?" she always asked these questions when her daughter left the house for as long a Bella could remember. Kurt stifled a laugh as Bella blushed. "Oh Mummy, stop!" But Rosie was on a roll of motherly wisdom, "Have you been to the loo? It's a long trip and you don't want to make Mel pull over every hour so you can tinkle. Not when he has been so good to you." "Yes Mum," "Go again anyway. They can wait a minute." "Fine," she gave in, her face was flaming. "Me too," Dianne grinned, "My mother says the same things to me when I leave home." And she hurried to catch up with Bella. "I have an idea how you can repay Mel," Dianne whispered in Bella's ear. "Just say yes?" Bella laughed. "Well that was a given but this is more about how to say yes." Dianne proceeded to instruct Bella on begging for Mel's collar in minute detail as they took turns to pee and returned to the driveway. Bella was blushing with the description and everyone looked at her curiously as they approached the cars. Dianne laughed when she saw them, "Just girl talk." Bella kissed her parents goodbye, promising to call and climbed into the car, Dianne and Kurt drove out first. "Let Bella go." Joe admonished his wife who was leaning into the car window, "or they will never make it back before dark." Rosie stepped back from the car looking at Bella with teary eyes warning Mel to keep her safe. Mel backed up the driveway slowly and turned into the street. Bella waved until they were out of sight and relaxed back into the seat feeling exhausted. Mel put his foot down on the accelerator and they sped on passing Kurt and Dianne seemingly in a rush to get back to the city. Bella's eyes started to droop from lack of sleep as the engine lulled her and the countryside slid by. "No sleeping yet," he growled. "What was it I did to make you so angry with me?" She whispered tentatively, "If I know, I won't make the same mistake next time." He braked suddenly jolting her back into the seat and he pulled off the road into a dusty unused laneway and drove carefully down and around a bend without saying a word parking within a small stand of trees. He got out of the car and walked around opening her door pulling her out roughly. Not waiting for her to get to her feet he dragged her to the back of the car and popped the boot. Bending her forward over the edge he held her in place with his thighs as he opened a chest sitting to the side of their luggage. Working with urgency he gagged her, a red rubber balled wedged into her mouth as he strapped it tightly in place. He picked up a crop and stepped back lifting her dress up over her back. The crop landed with a loud crack against her unprotected cheeks the welt rising immediately and filling his need to dominate her. He listened to her muffled squeals the crop landing twice more on her ass before he moved to her thighs, the crop landing twice. She was crying out against the gag when he stopped to survey her. She was panting her body heaving and tears ran from her eyes as he leaned over her and growled in her ear, "I wasn't mad at you. I was unhappy that you cared for that little prick. He wasn't giving you up and you are mine now to love and cherish. Do you understand? Mine to care for and look after, mine to keep safe and mine to train and use." The crack of the crop on her thighs made her jerk in pain as she nodded her understanding and he threw the crop back into the chest. "You do not hide in trees. You trust me to handle these situations. It is my responsibility to look after you and keep your safe. Why won't you trust me?" She tried to speak around the ball but it came as muffled moans. Her mind had latched onto the word love like it was a missing piece to this whole week and she watched him pick up a plug and lube from the chest. He pulled her trembling cheeks apart dripping the gel onto her, "Reach back and hold yourself open." He demanded, using a finger to coat her and the plug. She reached back with shaky hands, to grip her stinging cheeks. Wedging the finger into her tight hole he pumped it in and out deeper each time feeling her muscles protest against the intruder. Her muffled sounds making his cock harder. Sure she was ready for this bigger plug, he pulled his hand away and pressed the plug against her. She cried out struggling and breathing heavily as she felt him push hard against her resisting muscles. His eyes watched enthralled as the anus widened giving way to the plug that stretched her painfully. He pulled it out to see the hole gape for a few moments the muscles clenching to close it before he pressed the plug back into her again forcing it deep. She squealed as he filled her, her hands staying on her cheeks as he finally seated it, her muscles clenching around the tapered end. Mel quickly slid a belt around her middle then and attached a long strap to the front buckling it in place. Taking a small vibrator he teased her with it lightly before inserting it into her hot wet cunt and pulling the strap from the front, wedging it slightly between her folds to rub against her clit as he brought it back over the toys that tormented her and he secured it to the belt buckling it in place in the small of her back. He stood her up on shaky legs and reached behind her neck to undo the halter top letting it fall away from her breasts. Looking into her tear streaked face he pinched and twisted her nipples the gag muffling her cries as he held her eyes. Forcing her to her knees Mel looked down in pure joy, "Such a beautiful little slut, that little prick did not realise the prize he had. Now you belong to me." He leaned into the car boot to retrieve the crop and landed it against her breasts three red welts rising luridly on her white skin. Throwing the crop back into the boot Mel unzipped his pants and took out his cock stroking it slowly as stroking it over Bella's cheeks smearing precum with her tears. Bella drew long shaky breaths as he took the gag from her. She trembled below him the slow vibrator inside her making her feel the plug more intensely. Opening her mouth for him she wrapped her lips tightly around his cock when he placed it on her tongue. He filled her mouth as she sucked reaching down to tangle his hands in her hair. She gagged and gurgled, long strands of drool hanging from her chin and landing on her red lined breasts as she sucked hard for him. He began to fuck her mouth in earnest driving into her throat feeling her swallow around him and choke loudly, he growled out "Yes, my little slut." His hands tightened in her hair and he held her place as he sawed in and out of her mouth and throat. Her mind was reeling with sensation. It was intense from the welts and over stuffed holes and her clit rubbed hard against the leather strap with every movement. She trembled in heat and need, floating on pain and pleasure as he pulled out of her throat and growled in a low voice, "Cum MY slut," shoving the ball from the gag back into her mouth he sprayed jet after jet of spunk over her face as she howled into the gag. She arched her back every muscle in her body rigid as she cam hard, the ropes of his hot cum dripping down her face as she oozed her own cum around the vibrator, feeling it coat her thighs. Her body was convulsing in pleasure and pain, the vibrator humming low and keeping wave after wave rolling through her. Mel stroked her hair, "Good girl." He took the ball from her mouth letting her take deep ragged sobbing breaths and went back to the boot. Closing the chest he took out a picnic blanket and went to cover her seat with it. Reclining the seat most of the way back he went back and picked up his shaking and twitching slave, depositing her back into the car on the blanket. He turned off the vibrator that kept her trembling body on edge and secured her hands under the lap sash of the seatbelt warning her not to move them. Once she was secure he cleaned the larger drips from her face gently and pulled her top back into place enjoying the sight of the red lines visible around the halter top. Walking back around the car he climbed in starting the engine and driving slowly back out to the main road. He smiled down at her, "Now you may sleep my lovely little slave." Her eyes flickered up to him as she whispered "Thank you, Master." She then closed them allowing her thoughts to whirl again trying to remember her conversations from yesterday and this morning. So much had happened. Her body ached with lingering pain and she could feel cum drying on her face and thighs, 'Yes' she thought, 'I am his slut.' She still marvelled at the way his harsh use excited and thrilled her mind and body, she was satiated and exhausted. She thought about Jim, he had called her freaky, a nymphomaniac. He just hadn't understood what it was she wanted and needed. Instead she had put up with his self-centredness and catered to his needs. Jim had always been demanding but she liked that he seemed so confident all the time, while she was constantly plagued with indecision. She drifted off to sleep comparing Jim to Mel, both confident and demanding, but Mel seemed to understand not only what drove her but also what she needed even when she didn't. Mel watched Bella sleep as he drove. He had almost lost her today. It took some convincing for Rosie not to keep her at home until the mess was sorted out, and she had seemed to want to stay at home in the relative safety there. His mood darkened with his thoughts, 'He didn't want to keep her against her will, kidnap her, cage her and change her. He had to make her accept that she belonged with him, belonged to him.' He took his eyes from the road to look down on her again, he smirked, she was covered in his cum and red welts, and sleeping peacefully. She would say yes when the time came, he reassured himself, it was her nature and who she was in her heart. She was a masochistic little slut and she needed him as much as he needed her. He was sure of it. He sped toward home secure in the knowledge she was here with him now when the morning had almost lurched out of his control because of that little prick Jim. "Mine" he said out loud. "You are mine." About 20 minutes from the city limits he pulled into a service station to refill. She was deeply asleep and he leaned into the back of the car to retrieve his jacket and cover her. Reaching under the jacket and her dress he turned the base of the vibrator to hum slowly and stepped out of the car. He began to fill the tank watching her through the open back window. She woke slowly purring, as sensations filled her and she rolled slightly stretching before her eyes popped open, and she gasped. She looked around in panic and her breath increased to almost pant as she lifted her head looking around for him. He smirked as he leaned into the back window. "Lie back little one, we are not home yet." He saw her recline back and chew her lip nervously as a flush crept into her cheeks. He finished filling the tank returning the pump to the bowsers before opening his door to lean into the car. "Do you need a drink? Some mints?" he reached between her legs to turn the vibe up high. She shook her head biting her lip before whispering breathlessly, "No, Master." "Then just lie still little one I will be back in a moment." He sauntered off secure in the knowledge this was an out of the way place and took his time selecting drinks and snacks before paying the attendant. He returned to the car and slid into the driver's seat. "We will be home in an hour or so my hot little slut," he took the jacket from her and threw it into the back seat, started the car and pulled out onto the road. "Yes Master," she was panting as her body filled with heat and need. He accelerated hitting the cruise control at a fairly low manageable speed. He kept his eyes on the road steering through the winding back roads leading back onto the motorway into the city. Taking one hand from the wheel he reached over and played with her nipple before twisting it cruelly. "Please Master," she gasped. "Please what MY girl?" he smirked. She closed her eyes and swallowed noisily, the vibrator singing within her making the too big plug in her ass almost painful again. He twisted her nipple again and she cried out, "Please. Oh please Master, I ne... I neeed..." "Not yet my needy little slave." He took his hand from her and steered down a mountain road as she begged him for relief, he smiled and once on a straighter road he slapped his hand down over the leather torturing her clit. "What do you need?" Mastering Bella Ch. 10 It was too late his hand landing on her sent her over the edge and she cried out as she came hard her small body twitching and jerking within the lap sash. Turning the vibe off he put both hands back on the wheel waiting for her to calm down. He saw her lift a hand slightly, "Hands down my Ellie." She whimpered and looked up to him. "Yes Master." She squirmed to get comfortable her face crackling as it moved, the residual dried cum creasing as she moved her mouth wide wrinkling her nose and shut it again. He smiled down on her, "You can sit up and do your top up now little one we are on the M1. We will be home soon." She pulled the lever and sat up as she secured the halter straps around her neck. She squirmed uncomfortably as the belt kept the toys wedged within her deeply and grazed over her swollen sensitive clit. She lifted her hands to her face, and watching her he smirked. "You look beautiful, my Ellie. Put your hands down." She put her hands in her lap and he reached over and held her hand as it rested on her thigh. She breathed deeply the heat of his hand travelling into hers as the romantic gesture excited her as much as his harsh use. She leaned back against the seat a small smile touching her lips. "I wasn't angry with you this morning," he murmured into the silence. She looked up at him in surprise. Her mind raced she wanted to say, 'Well, why didn't you say hello or kiss me or smack me or anything before passing me that awful phone?' Instead she just looked at him, wondering what the right thing to say was. "I will use you, humiliate you and push you do things you have not considered before but..." he paused, "I will treasure your obedience and though I may push you I won't force you beyond your limits. I want you to explore and find those limits." He turned to look at her seeing her confused expression. "You can say no to me, if I ask too much of you, in your training," he squeezed her hand. Bella hadn't said anything as he spoke, she took in what he said rolling the ideas through her mind. 'There were limits. She could say no. He cared about what she could endure.' Her mind flipped over the words. The idea of saying no to him seemed like such a foreign concept and she let out a small giggle at herself realising that for all her talking and thinking about whether to stay with him, she hadn't really thought of just saying no as a realistic option. "You find that funny, Ellie?" he murmured. She smiled up at him, "Until this point I had never even considered that saying no was an option. You have asked time and time again for obedience. Now I find I could say no, it made me laugh because it seems so contrary to all the training you gave me this week." "Saying no, is only a last resort if you cannot endure something in your training. Obedience at all times is expected. You will not say no like a spoilt little brat whenever you feel like it, Ellie, or I will treat you like a spoilt brat and that cute little ass of yours will be a permanent shade of red." The idea had some appeal of its own and he smirked before he explained further. "There are limits to what anyone can endure and they suffer damage in some way if they go beyond them. I need to know you will tell me when you are at a limit for you. When something is too humiliating, too painful, or just too much to endure, you will have a safe word or make a signal to let me know. You are my most treasured possession. I do not want to damage you beyond repair." He squeezed her hand. He laughed, "Perhaps I need a safe word too if you are going to make me endure weekends like this again." She giggled with him, "I did not think I could make you do anything, Master." He looked over at her seriously, "I may be a demanding and controlling Master, but I adore you my Ellie. What you give me of yourself, your obedience and devotion is a gift I treasure beyond all others. It may surprise you what you could ask of me and what I would do for you." His last sentence sounded ominous in her ears, but they were talking so easily as he drove she decided now was the time to discuss her doubts about staying with him. "What if I can't be the type of slave you want? I mean I really don't know how and look at all the mistakes I have made this week. Will you keep training me and still want to keep me with you if I fail?" "You, Ellie, are already the slave I want. All you have to do to be truly perfect is trust me. Trust that I will look after you and take care of any problems like this morning. Trust that I love you and would never allow real harm to come to you. You must trust me my little one, it is essential for a Master and slave." She chewed her lip quietly, thinking about what he had said and that is mirrored closely what Dianne had told her earlier. "Talk to me little one," Mel encouraged as they crossed over the river to the CBD. "This week has been so..." she waved her hand around trying to find the right words, "so different, so exciting, so confusing, so just..." she gave up and went back to chewing her lip for a moment. "It's just so much to take in and understand. I am overwhelmed and now you have given me this choice." "As much as I want to make that choice for you, I won't. It is important to me that you accept what being with me means. It is not just about the sex, though I will enjoy using you often, I am asking you to commit to me and defer to my opinion in all areas of your life, friends, family, work, where you live even how you look. I need you to surrender that power to me trusting me to know what your likes and dislikes are and respect them." She stopped chewing her lip as the low heritage building came into view. "All couples defer to each other in some ways, especially when committed or married," she mused out loud, "but if I found a limit we could discuss it? I mean you said I could say no if I thought I couldn't do something?" "Yes," he said carefully, "but I wouldn't expect it to happen often you understand." He pulled up in front of the building and looked at her as the valet approached. "Obedience, little slave, you will do what I want, when I want, how I want." She nodded and smiled softly, "Yes Master." Her car door was opened and she swung her legs out of the car and straightened thanking the valet she took a step onto the side walk. Mel appeared beside her, tossing his keys to the valet, "There are some boxes and bags in the boot have them sent up to three." Bella smiled as she felt Mel wrap his hand around the nape of her neck possessively as he always did when entering this building. She was reassured by it as she thought of the club below and the type of people who lived in the floors above especially as she knew what she must look like at that moment. She blushed and walked with her head lowered as a few people greeted Mel on their walk to the lift inquiring if they would see him at the club tonight. "Maybe for dinner, but I have a few things to attend to first." Bella could hear the smirk in his voice as she gratefully stepped into the lift out of sight of curious friends of her Master. His hand moved around her neck to grip her throat as he leaned down and kissed her deeply leaving her breathless and quivering. She clenched in heat at the toys she still wore and she was reminded keenly of just how overfull she was, as the lift doors opened again. The heat within her all travelled to her face making her flush deep red as a group of busy looking people greeted the lift. "It's done," one of the men approached Mel, "the real estate agent let us in and we cleaned everything out. Most of it is being taken to a storage locker. I will send you the details and key tomorrow morning. That guy will find an empty place if he gets in there. The agent was changing the locks when we left." "Thanks, Jake, really appreciate it. This is my Ellie, you have saved her a lot of anxiety she will probably think of you as her hero now and offer you a reward. Kurt got strawberry macaroons last night for defending her," Mel laughed easily. Bella peeked up through her eyelashes whispering, "Thank you so much Sir, and yes I would bake you a batch myself if you would like some." Jake smiled, "You are most welcome little one. No macaroons for me but I am sure we can think of something." His smile turned into a chuckle and he reached out to run a finger over one of the fading welts showing on her chest. Mel grinned, "Irresistible isn't she? Come by the office around twelve tomorrow. We will have lunch and come up with a suitable reward for a hero such as yourself." "Alright, that's sounds good. I better get these subs back to the club before Stephen thinks I have absconded with them." Jake smirked and whistled sharply. Several women and men appeared. Jake pointed to the lift and they departed without saying a word, though they seemed to be watching her and she flushed more as she knew how she looked. Jake winked at Bella, "See you tomorrow then." The lift doors closed and Bella looked up at Mel her flush not receding at all as she recalled the last time her Master has asked her to thank someone properly and she quivered in heat and anticipation. "This," he said as he led her to one end of the corridor and opened the door, "is where the little princess will officially live." He let her walk in and look around. "Mummy and Daddy can visit you here or your friends from outside the lifestyle. She wandered around the apartment. All of her things from her apartment had been moved here aside of the furniture. She found all her clothes and photos and decorations in place like she had always lived here, not just moved in. It truly was a princess's apartment all pink and white with a strong floral motif much like her bedroom at home. Mel had followed from a distance letting her look at everything. On her dresser she found a small tiara and a new phone, she looked up at him then, "Thank you so much. I don't know what else to say." "Yes you do," Mel replied "but there is more you must see before you do." He took her hand and led her from the princess room back past the door to his apartment the other end of the corridor. He stepped behind her as she stood at the door, swiftly he undid her dress and let it pool around her feet. He ran his hand over the leather strap between her legs feeling her wet heat and speaking softly in her ear. "At the other end of this corridor you are a princess but here you will be a pet. You will be trained and exposed to a variety of kinks and fetishes. You will not walk into the pet room you will kneel or crawl unless told otherwise." "Yes Master." Bella said quietly and jumped as the lift doors opened suddenly and the valet appeared with boxes and bags on a small trolley, leaving them at the door of Mel's apartment before disappearing again. The flush coloured her body as her hips rolled over his hand. He took a step back and removed his hand from her. Obediently Bella lowered down to kneel. "Good girl." He opened the door and patted her ass to prompt her forward. He turned the dimmer switch lighting the room further from the warm golden glow so she could see it all. "It is here you will be trained much of the time. In here you will be my pet, my slut, my toy to play with. It is here we will find what brings you ecstasy and also where your limits lie. It is here where you will be able to use the safe words and signals we talked about." Bella looked around wide eyed at all the unusual furniture and equipment. He prompted her further, "Go explore." She crawled slowly the leather rubbing deeper into her in this position making her whimper slightly. There were several different cages in the room, a cushioned puppy bed big enough for a woman to curl in, tables and strange looking chairs, padded benches like the one he had in the office bedroom and in a corner she found a large litter box making her mind reel and her nose wrinkle up. Making her way back to the cushioned puppy bed she kneeled up in the softness of the cushions and looked at the walls of equipment. Ropes, straps, harnesses and bridles all hung beside a huge array of collars and leashes. One wall held cabinets, which Mel was opening slightly so she could see the paddles and leather equipment he would use to mark her body and bring her pain as well as the toys they would play with. The final wall held shelves that were over flowing with boots and clothes of a variety of materials: rubber, latex and fur. She watched him then and knew she trusted him. She was not scared of any of this. On the contrary, she was excited by it and she wanted to learn more, to know her limits and his. The idea of going back to the normal world of half hearted oral sex and a quick fuck where she didn't get the chance to get off did not appeal at all. Could she sign over her life to him, give him the total control he craved beyond the exciting albeit harsh sex. She continued to watch him chewing her lip. This weekend had erased almost all her fears and if she was honest with herself she knew this morning when he had not been there that she needed him to be. Talking with Dianne and then him in the car she seemed to find boundaries she could live within or at least try to. She wouldn't be trapped like a prisoner, and she could say no if anything was too much. He wasn't married anymore so it could work in both worlds eventually. Dianne was right, and thinking over the last instructions Dianne had given her while she watched him retrace his steps closing cabinets and chests she knew the choice had been made. Bella crawled from the basket toward the man who knew her so well and knelt before him as he stopped to look down on her. She trembled a little and took a deep breath, knowing she was not saying the everything she had been told, but remembering enough to hopefully make it sound sincere. "Sometimes," she began quietly, "what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's about what's going on in our hearts as well as our minds. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to who you are is far greater," she look up at him, his face was unreadable and she trembled more as she continued with the quote Dianne had given her. "I choose a man who compels my strength. Who makes enormous demands on me. Who does not doubt my courage or my toughness. Who does not believe me naive or innocent. Who has the courage to treat me like a woman." His eyes bored into her as she spoke and her voice started to break in her anxiousness. "I accept and understand who you are and what you ask of me and I offer the gift of my submission and trust you to cherish it and hold it close to your heart. May I please wear your collar Master to show all others who I belong to." There was a long silence and she finally lowered her eyes. 'Had she done it wrong?' she worried over her words then. She had knelt on display open and available, she had tried to remember everything she needed to say, why did he just stare at her not saying anything? She chewed at her lip trying to hold back tears she felt welling in her eyes. 'He had changed his mind,' the thought wounded her deeply. He reached down and fisting her hair pulled her to her feet then her toes as she whimpered softly. "Look at me," he said his voice thick with emotion. She tilted her eyes up to his. "I have never wanted anything more than I wanted to hear those words from you. You will wear my collar," he encircled her throat with his hand, "around your pretty neck but first," he growled, "I will take what is mine to take so you understand that every inch of you belongs to me now." She quivered in fear and anticipation. Turning, he strode toward a padded bar dragging her by her hair behind him. "Stay," he said as he bent her over the bar, he threw open a chest and snatched at something within returning to her he unbuckled the belt almost ripping it from her body. The vibrator fell to the floor shining with wetness. Smacking her ass he growled, "Open." Balancing precariously on her toes Bella reached back and pulled her cheeks apart listening to his clothes fall to the floor. She twisted her head wanting to see him but almost lost her balance. She whimpered softly as he pulled her thighs wide. Placing his hands in the small of her back he slammed his cock into her tight wet hole revelling in her cry of surprise and pain. He pumped into her several times with force until she took all of him and he growled in pleasure. Holding deep within her, his fingers sought out the plug. She felt the drip of oil coat her cheeks and the cleft between them as he pushed and pulled on the plug within her making her whimpers and panting louder. He pulled the plug from her inserting his fingers into the gaping hole pulling it wider and dripping the cool oil into her. She could feel his cock twitch within her as he pumped his fingers into her tightest little hole. He was so aroused by this girl who was finally truly his, her acceptance of him and her place in his life had fuelled his desire to dominate her totally. He watched mesmerised, as her ass, became open and accessible. He worked her further opening the tight muscles with his fingers, coating her in oil until he could hold back no longer. Pulling from her cunt he lifted his cock to ass. He felt her stiffen as she realised his intent and he slapped her cheek growling, "relax." Bella took a deep shuddering breath and tried to relax but her mind was screaming at her, 'His cock is too big! He will rip you in half!' She bit down hard on her lip and closed her eyes, fear and adrenaline feeding her arousal. She had given him this power and it overwhelmed her senses as she felt him push into her slowly. Bella squealed as the head popped past her tight anal ring, her muscles instinctively pushing at his cock. She relaxed the push feeling him move further into her making her push against him again, her own muscles aiding the cock in sinking into her deeper each time they strained against the intruder. "Fuck..." Mel groaned she was so tight it was almost painful but he revelled in her howling gasps as he worked his way into her deeply. "Yes, slut, use those muscles." he slapped her ass again and ploughed into her deeply as her scream sang out into the room. Holding still he growled deeply as her pushing and clenching muscles milked at his cock. He reached out pulling her up by her hair bowing her back. "Say it again," he roared, "Beg to be my slave. Beg to wear my collar." Her words came out in stilted sobbing mewls as he stayed locked within her not moving. "I offer... you... my submission... please... may I... wear... your collar... Master." Mel reached under her and rolled her clit between his fingers roughly, "Cum My slave. Cum now." He felt her tense and cum causing her muscles to spasm around his cock and he let go off his own need flooding her bowels. Mel let go of her hair and let her collapse over the beam and he slowly withdrew from her. The sight of her gaping hole slowly closing as it leaked with his cum igniting his need for her all over again, but he had other plans for tonight. "You are such a hot little slut." He picked her up and carried her still trembling body from the room. He carried back to her apartment placing her gently in the bath and turning on the water in a warm flood. Placing a towel on the edge of the tub to cushion her head, he smiled at her. "Relax Ellie," he poured some sweet smelling salts into the bath water, "rest here for a little while it will hurt less." Her whole body ached and the discomfort she felt in her ass was slowly soothed by the warm water. She closed her eyes, gone were the nagging doubts and self analysis of the last week. She had accepted she wanted this, or at least wanted to explore more of it with this man who adored her, her Master. She felt a freedom she hadn't expected in becoming his slave. She had lived and learned so much in the last week, and the truth was it excited her, all of it. She turned to smile at him as he returned, "I forgot to say thank you, Master." Mastering Bella Ch. 10 He grinned at her, "You know I did not even notice. You have made me a very happy man tonight. Thank you my Ellie." "It did not please me, however," he held up a chain for her to see, "to find you had removed this today." Her eyes widened as the Tinkerbell pendant hung from the chain in his hand. She opened her mouth to apologise but he held up his hand stilling her. "I was not clear enough in my instructions and you could not have known its significance." She tilted her head watching him curiously as he slid the fairy pendant off the chain handing it to her. "A friend of mine made this when I told him I was going to claim a slave girl for my own," he picked up a finely crafted filigree padlock in the shape of a heart, "With this the chain becomes an everyday collar." Mel pulled the rope like chain around her neck and threading the lock arm through the loops at the ends of the chain locked it in place around her neck. Bella breathed deeply as she heard it click into place. Sitting back he smiled at her, "People who do not live our lifestyle will see it only as a pretty necklace. You will not remove it without permission and then only to replace it with either a training collar or my formal collar. You will always wear one of my collars to show who you belong to and how proud I am that you are mine." He smiled and stroked her cheek leaning in to kiss her deeply. * Authors note: Look out for 'Bella's training' in the future. Thank you to -LaRascasse for his help in editing.