1 comments/ 18841 views/ 2 favorites A Master's Story Ch. 02 By: RonClarkeson Chapter 2. The Slave pushes her Master's buttons Saturday I was drifting between asleep and awake, something was different. There was a strange sensation. The hairs on my chest were being touched. There was a strange hand on my cock. I had an arm round smooth shoulders. I finally came awake with the memory of... Jessica, there was a girl, a young woman in my bed and her name was Jessica. "Master do you think that I could be so bold as to suggest that I, er, we make use of this?" The voice was female and Jessica was the name my brain associated with that sweet sexy voice. A hand squeezed my erect cock. "Jessica if you made it, it's yours." I began connecting the memories of the previous evening. "Thank you Master. Can you remember making me wait, making me beg Master?" Jessica said, in a soft voice. "Yes Jessica, I remember. I teased you for a long time, but you got what you wanted in the end, didn't you?" I stifled a yawn. It was light and birds were singing. 'About 7:00,' I thought and its Saturday. The hand on my cock stroked up then down. "Oh Yes Master, I got more than I wanted, but you took an awful time doing it. I had been ready to fuck for at least an hour before you even touched me." The hand slid slowly up and then down again. "Well Jessica that was so that you could really experience the real effect of submission. You were under my control. You had to wait until I was ready to let you achieve your goal." I explained. "Oh I know that Master, and it was so very good when I got there. Do men get the same effect. For instance if I just kept doing this." The hand squeezed my cock. "Say for an hour, just enough to keep you hard, not enough for you to ejaculate, how good would it feel when I let you cum?" "Jessica, I cannot answer that question. The longest I have had an erection is about 20 minutes and that was after a long sexual encounter and after I had already cum twice. I am refreshed from sleep now so I expect I will cum quite quickly." I thought hard about where this conversation was going. "Well Master, since I built this magnificent erection and you did tell me that it was mine if I built it, I will see just how long I can keep you from ejaculating." Her voice was soft, warm and deadly. I began to worry. "Jessica I am not sure that that, is a good idea. I would need to consult a doctor. The male ejaculation process is a violent cathartic event. I do not think that you can lead this particular horse to water and not let it drink." "Master you had me at the water trough for hour's yesterday evening and although I was having mini-orgasms most of the time, I did not really cum until I felt you inside me pounding away as you achieved your climax." She stroked my cock a few times. I was rock hard. "Perhaps that's the difference between men and women then, females can achieve multiple orgasms, men cannot. Now please Jessica lets fuck and put this very stiff, very hard erection to good use." I was getting a hint of a case of blue balls. "Master you said if I built it, then it was mine." Jessica's hand pumped once. "Jessica are you wet?" I asked. "Very wet, Master." She replied. "Well please climb aboard, or I will..." I let the consequence hang. Hell I did not know what the consequence was. "Oh Master, is that a threat, will you turn into a ravening beast and ravish me?" Damn her, her voice had a timid pleading tone to it. Her hand pumped aggressively, twice, up and down. " Jessica I will count to ten and if you have not climbed aboard my cock by then I just may have to ravish you. One, Two, Three..." Her hand began to stroke or squeeze in time with the count. "Ok it's all the same to me, I come all over your hand, or inside you. Four, Five, Six, Seven..." Jessica let go and burrowed beneath the bedclothes and a warm wet mouth took me in. "Eight; Nine..." I ejaculated before ten. Jessica sucked and held my pulsing cock and the ejaculation went on for quite a while. She continued to suck, then swirled her tongue round my sensitive glans. I was in heaven, but then the pleasure became painful and I had to give in. "Enough, enough." I took her head in my hands and just had to pull her off my throbbing cock. I pulled her towards me and our mouths joined in a passionate kiss. Jessica's breasts were hard against mine. My heart was pounding fit to burst. I released her and she pulled away from my lips. A hand was placed on my chest. "Good heavens Master, your heart rate is through the roof." I could hardly speak. "Yes, ejaculation has that effect on men, it's called 'the little death'." Jessica was silent, but she was obviously monitoring my heart rate. We were still for several minutes and I was sweating perspiration beaded on my chest. Jessica trailed her fingers through the damp hair. I eventually recovered enough to speak. "How many times did you come while you were doing that?" I asked. "Well I had had one mini orgasm when I woke up beside you. I had two playing with my clit before I tried touching your cock. And I think about six, no seven mini's while I tormented you then a good one when you came in my mouth." "I am coming back as a woman next time." I growled. "Isn't sex wonderful!" said Jessica. "How soon before you get hard again?" I just groaned. "No Master that's a serious question. I have not had much experience with men you see and I must learn all about you, how to please you, how to make you hard and how often you can do it. I aim to please you as often as possible." "Well Jessica if you try too hard you will end up killing me. I am over 40, I do not have the recovery power of a teenager. It will probably take an hour to recharge the battery. Once a day, every day is probably beyond me. I can probably do it four times in one day and then need to abstain for a few days to recharge the batteries. It does depend on what I eat as well." I suddenly felt hungry. Her hand was around my cock, which began to rise. Dear God, she was trying to kill me. "Master your cock seems to be saying that what you just said may not be true. Its only ten minutes and your getting hard already." She began to pump and stroke. "Would you like me to suck it again? Why is it called a blow job?" My cock was betraying me. I tried to explain. "New situations can lead to extra vigor. We are experiencing the flush of a new exciting situation, so that is the reason my cock is getting hard so quickly." "Oh so it's not me then, just new?" She asked. "Jessica it is very definitely you, you little minx. Now this time I will last a lot longer so if you want to get the full benefit name your position and lets go for it." Jessica threw back the bed sheet bent gave my now rampant cock a quick kiss then positioned herself above me. "Oh Master," she said as she guided me into her wet cunt. 'Yes Jessica, I could say, 'Oh Jessica,' but I will just lay back and let you do most of the work." "Typical Male." She said. "Play with these please." She lifted my hands to her breasts and she began to bump and grind her pelvis. Her rose red nipples were hard buttons, the areole had goose bumps. Her breathing rate increased and she was going red in the face. I realized I was not going to last that long either. I began to buck beneath her. I thrust and she smiled at me her eyes slits and her mouth sucked in a noisy lungful of air. "Master I am coming, you can come any time you are ready." Her pace quickened and her hands upon my shoulders gripped my flesh as she ground down on me fiercely. "Jessica I am about there hold on." And I bucked lifting inches from the bed. She was bounced up a little and came back down with a wet slurp. I strained with arched back and she ground her pubic bone against mine. She was holding her breath. My cock eventually stopped its jerking as the ejaculation died away. She took a deep breath and made a soft keening sound, which got louder and louder as she exhaled. She took another breath and flopped on to my chest. We lay together in a pool of body fluids and my wilting member shrunk and her internal muscles gripped the shaft reluctant to let it go. Eventually I had shrunk to the point where she could hold me in no longer and I slipped out into the cold, cold air. I shivered. I rolled her off me and pulled up the sheet. "Can I finish my sleep now?" I asked, looking into her eyes, so close to mine. I kissed her lips and she closed her eyes. The bedside clock said 9:30 when I woke. We had not moved, but Jessica's blue eyes were looking into mine. "Last one up makes breakfast," she said and in a flurry of movement she was out of bed. "Ha, you get to make breakfast. Come on shake a leg." She grabbed the sheet and pulled it off me. This young woman was going to take some taming. I struggled to get my legs over the side of the bed then to stand, I took my robe from behind the door and trying to get an arm into a sleeve made my way to the bathroom. My bladder was full. Jessica had beat me to it. I had to wait or use the down stairs toilet. I went downstairs put the kettle on and retired to my morning ablutions. Jessica was searching for coffee or teabags in my kitchen, pulling cupboards open, naked as a jaybird and I recognized the smell of my expensive aftershave. "Can we shower together please after coffee. Then I will help make a big breakfast or shall we make it a McDonalds!" I waved a hand "What ever." I made the coffee she took four spoons of sugar to my one. She wanted white while I had black. She investigated my kitchen. She checked out the fridge. She came back for a second cup of coffee. She did not stop still for a second. I was becoming dizzy just watching her. But it was a beautiful sight to behold. "Shower then Mac's ." I said. I led her back upstairs. And we took our first shower together. She examined every square inch of me as she soaped and lathered me up I returned the compliment and damn me if I did not get an erection again. "It's just because this is all new." I explained. "It will subside all by itself. We had better get a move on, before the breakfast menu is taken off." Saved by McDonalds I would never live it down. We toweled each other down I went to find some clothes and Jessica went down stairs to get yesterdays clothes. I went down to find her back in her blouse skirt and stockings. "Is it far, can we walk there? She asked. "Just two biggish blocks," I replied and led the way. As we reached the emporium Jessica pulled my head to hers. "I have not got any knickers on so behave." She stuck her tongue in my ear. I bought breakfast we had made it with 5 minutes to spare. Jessica ordered a double bacon and eggs and coffee. I just had a single serve and coffee. Jessica had wolfed hers down before I had come close to finishing mine. The lunch menu was now in operation so Jessica went and got a large fries, she gave me just two! "Jessica we must have a long talk about what happens next." "Ok Master," she replied. "That's the first thing we need to talk about. My name is James when we are in a public place like this, unless I specifically tell you otherwise." "Ok James, shall we talk here or back at your place?" "Well Jessica that is not my home as such, it used to be. I am moving into an old Victorian mansion that back's on to the harbor. It has a small factory in the grounds and I have to go check up on a machine that has been running all night. So if you don't mind we can walk there. Its about a 20 minute walk or we can get a cab." "Oh that sounds so interesting and its such a wonderful day lets walk." The tone of her voice said she was really happy. 'Strange Girl it's as grey as dish water and might rain and she thinks it's a lovely day.' I thought to myself. I put the waste cups and boxes on to the tray parked it in the slot provided and steered Jessica out into the grey day. "I am divorced, married twice no children. My last ex, got the family home in Melbourne and I came here as I had an uncle who ran a small business here. Its where we are going now. He helped me get set up here and helped with the purchase of the house we slept in last night, in exchange for me learning the business in my spare time. Neither of us were rich so I had to hold down a normal job. That was almost five years ago and uncle was doing it tough, his business reflects what the general economy is doing when its up it booms when its down it's a struggle to survive. Helping me took just about all his reserves." I held her elbow as we waited for a walk signal at a busy intersection. As we set off across the busy road she took my hand. I felt a warm glow course through me. "Uncle Josh died last year. Working hard one day, dead the next. He left all he had to me. So I am now running the business and have started the sideline that you found. It seems to be less prone to economic fluctuations though I may have to start advertising interstate if sales slacken off. There can only be a finite market and I do not seem to have any opposition here." "The factory, well just a big shed along side the boundary fence has three rope making machines, quite old, but very versatile of German make and I have all the manuals for maintenance as well as setting them up. Uncle Josh had also been shrewd and had a huge stock of raw materials that he bought over twelve years ago when he was flush and commodities were at a low price. I will have to re-stock eventually, but I charge today's prices for all the rope I make so am making quite a mark-up." "The Bondage work is very easy and as you intimated yesterday very lucrative. I have only been supplying rope for four months and that side of the business has turned over almost as much as the sail boat side. I make sheets, er that is a special term for ropes on a sailboat and spliced steel rope halyards for sailboats of all sizes. When the economy turns round and it looks that it has done that, the sailboat side will pick up. People have put off replacing them, some for several years and all those boats:" We could now see the large harbor with hundreds of sails of all sorts thick upon the water. "All need sheets and halyards, as they wear out quite quickly." "I am also having the huge old house modified. The top floor is being modified from servant's quarters into two self-contained flats. They will soon be ready for occupation, the painters have just about finished and a final housing authority inspection is scheduled for next Friday. They will not be rent controlled and as they have a separate outside access as well as parking space should provide me with a reasonable income. I should recover the capital outlay of the conversion in under three years and be in front after that." We had turned into my street now, my property was the last house at the small turning circle before the road dipped down to a public launching ramp. The house had magnificent views over the water. And being un-encumbered was worth a large sum, but I had not yet had the land and property transfer tax bill. There was a possibility that I could sell some of the land for a second building, but that would separate the factory site from the house. The property spanned three large sub-divisions." "The rope sales to the bondage crowd has turned a negative cash flow into a positive one this month for the first time in over four years." We had reached the turning circle with parking space for ten boat trailers and the big 4WDs that towed them, they was one empty space. "Before we go inside there are just a few more things to tell you." A big rig was launching a trailer sailor so we stopped to watch. "One of my first customers for rope, Mr. Smith, has been back three times for more but had an accident three months ago. He is into suspension of his slave and a wooden spreader like I had you in yesterday, not one of mine, broke and his slave broke her arm. She came out of plaster on Friday. It is as a result of that accident that I have branched out into the wooden things used in BDSM, spreaders, benches, whipping frames and other things that were only hinted at in that newspaper article. My factory has three main areas, one for making rope, another a good workshop with all sorts of equipment, a welding setup, a good wood lathe and a metal lathe, a small blacksmiths forge as well as an office suite. The other space which used to be a sail loft, which has some industrial sewing machines and has been fitted out as a sort of dungeon, a sales area for the bigger BDSM equipment." I had now come to the difficult bit. "Mr. Smith I do not know his real name is bringing his slave over Monday evening to be measured for some of the equipment. I really need a female to be there to demonstrate some of that equipment. You won't have to be naked and there will be no involvement with Mr. Smith, or his slave, but he might make her strip off, he did when he came to the house when I taught him to use the ropes I made up for him. He could not tie a knot properly." I knew I was rabbiting on. Eventually I dried up and waited for Jessica to reply. The big 4WD was trying to back into a space beside us and there was a lot of noise. A man was driving, his head out the window, a woman was guiding him from the rear of the trailer and two teenage children were in attendance. Jessica had just begun to speak. " Oh Master.." The man stalled his rig as Jessica's started again her voice louder "Oh Master!" Her voice was clearly heard by man woman and children. I tugged her hand and beat a hasty retreat up my drive. I heard the biggest child ask the driver, "What did she say Dad?" I did not hear the reply. I went to the big shed and got out the keys opened the small pedestrian door and pulled Jessica inside. "Sorry Master, but yes of course I will be your model slave on Monday. What time do you want me here?" I could not punish her for the indiscretion now. "Oh thank you Jessica, any time after six will do Mr. Smith won't be here until Seven. Now how about the guided tour." I showed her my kinky domain. Starting with the rope machine room. The air had the tang of chemicals similar to those in a fabric shop. The machines were quiet, the machine had switched itself off after completing the weaving run some time during the night. The new rope looked good, though I would have to inspect it for flaws on Monday. I turned the machine on and gave her a quick overview of how it worked. I turned it off again, talking over one was possible, if all three were going then ear protectors were needed. I showed her the workshop next, the smell of woodturnings pervaded the air in here. There was a large 'X' shaped frame in a vice with clamps holding it together. "I glued this up Friday afternoon. It should be dry now. I just have to put a coat or two of varnish on it and it should be ready for delivery by next Friday $400.00 cash Plus delivery for less than $40.00 of materials, and about two hours work." I explained. She put her hand to the smooth fragrant wood. "The office suite is through there. With a separate entrance. I keep those doors locked. Only Ebenezer, the man who taught me, with uncle Josh, how to work all this and myself are allowed in here. The office girl, Jane just does the books, banking makes out invoices, pays the bills, takes telephone calls and orders stock and keeps an inventory. She knows more about the boat side of the business than I do and is a treasure. A girl Friday to the business. Ok up stairs to the old sail loft." I led the way opened the door and let her into the large space. The three industrial sewing machines were tucked in behind the stair access along what was the front wall, the rest of the space was decked out with ropes pulley's benches tables bars a large cage and along the rear end wall a mock up of a jail cell. I saw her blanche as she saw that. I wondered, 'why that reaction.' A Master's Story Ch. 02 I followed her around as she took in the equipment. "You have made all this and fitted it out in four months?" she asked. "Yes I have been working my butt off. Mr. Smith will be the first client of many I hope. I have several bookings, but not until next month. Anything else you need to know?" She shook her head. "Ok let me show you the old pile then." I turned off the lights re-armed the alarm system and locked up. We made our way to my front door. An imposing Victorian mock roman columned grand entrance. The reception area the front door opened on was the best room in the house in my opinion. A large space with a double curved stairway leading up to the upper floor with an open balustrade hall way leading off left and right to the main bedrooms and a central hall way at both levels leading to the back rooms. There was a door into what had been a library to the left and a grand dining room to the right. Each room was over 50 square yards, the reception area almost twice that. "Wow master you could remake 'Gone with the Wind' here. It needs a lot of TLC though." Paint was flaking off here and there and the carpet on the stairs was almost threadbare. "Yes tell me about it. The troubles of the landed gentry, taxes and repair bills. If it was not for the factory I would probably make more money just selling the place for re-development, trouble is it is a scheduled building so even that is not an option. Uncle Josh has lumbered me with a white elephant. The house from Hell. Ok up stairs first, or this floor, or can I tempt you down stairs?" "Oh Master, what have you got down stairs?" She said in a pretend frightened voice. "Well a lot of space and nothing yet, but as soon as I can there will be a rumpus room and as there are two rooms beneath that, one was a wine cellar the other a storage room of some sort. I will have a proper dungeon sound proof of course down there." I unlocked the passageway door and showed her the enormous rumpus room then down again into what would be my dungeon and reception area. It was dark and vaguely damp but smelt of the ocean, not unpleasant. "Ok the ground floor is in pretty good shape. Uncle Josh had a modern kitchen put in some years ago it's a bit retro 80's style but I could cook for 40 in there no trouble." The view was fantastic the best kitchen view in the state. There was an open space over the rumpus room roof with a railing and there was a large outdoor setting. "This is the place to be when the Tall ships are in." "Ok up stairs. Now there are two staircases, the owners, which you saw at the front and the servants back here." I led her up the pokey stairs to the first level as seen from the road. The stairs continued upwards. "Those lead to what are now the flats. And have a double door locked from both sides, at the top." "On each side there are two bedrooms. I have permission to put an en-suit in both when I get the cash to do it. I used them to store Uncle Josh's furniture." I gave Jessica a quick peek. Lots of furniture with dust covers over them. "Along here there are two toilets with a bathroom behind them. The upstairs bathrooms are immediately above them. Then there are four master bedrooms, two to the left and two to the right, again I have permission to add en-suites when funds are available. Now here we have the balcony above the reception area. There are two large suites one each side, a sitting room, large bedroom a bathroom. That one used to be Uncle Josh's. And this one is now mine." I opened my suite door and ushered Jessica inside. It looked like a Victorian or late Georgian formal room Rocco furniture, a TV in a discrete cabinet with doors that could hide the contents A large picture window with views over the shed and the harbor. I indicated to a door to the left, "that's the bathroom quite modern 1990 I think. There is a joining door into the bedroom, which is through here. And a fake wall clicked open and my large bedroom was revealed. With a grand king-sized four-poster bed and again Rocco furniture. A washstand, a large wardrobe, a tall boy, a short boy and an ornate dressing table. There were two grand chairs and two bedside tables. The view back over the road was somewhat restricted by the low cliff face that the road to the boat ramp ran along. "Come on have a look at Uncle Josh's rooms, the views from there are stunning." I took her back along the open walkway to the right hand side of the house and she 'oh' and 'ah'ed' at the splendor Uncle Josh had lived in. "You should change rooms." She declared. "When its all finished, not before. I would be tempted to let the rest languish so its an objective to get it all done then move in here." "Can I use the toilet?" She asked. "Better use the one in my room, that one has not been cleaned recently. I employ a house keeper one day a week, she tidies the main living rooms, the kitchen and does one of the other rooms a week, its been quite a while since she was in here." I showed a dusty finger where I had wiped the surface of Josh's dresser. I showed her back to my suite and to the bathroom door. I sat on my grand settee and waited for her return. I flicked on the TV and watched a few minutes of a ball game. I heard the toilet flush. I waited some more and then some more. I knocked on the toilet door and got no reply. I tried the door and it opened. Jessica was not there. I shut the door and opened the concealed doorway to my bedroom. Jessica was spread eagled on my bed her arms holding the top rail of the four-poster bed. She was naked "Have you ever tied a woman up like this Master?" she asked. 'No Jessica and I do not have any rope here, but I will rectify that before you come here again." "There are some neck ties you could use though." Her smile was wanton wicked and utterly entrancing. I had her tied up in seconds. I had difficulty getting out of my pants. I hopped about like an idiot getting my socks off. It took me less that three minutes to ejaculate. "Thank you master for a wonderful story and thank you for a glorious fuck. I was coming from the moment your cock entered my cunt. Can you let me down now and I will tell you my story while you recover." I did as she requested and flopped down beneath the sheets, Jessica curled up beside me. "Well master my story is quite simple I come from a strict protestant family I grew up in Perth, I went to a grand girl's school. Lost my virginity when I was 15, went out with the same boy, he was two years older than me, until he left to go to university. I have never seen or heard of him since, not one letter." "I got straight 'A's, but the only law college I could get into was here in Sydney. Mom and Dad scraped every bit of cash together to buy me the apartment I live in. I tried to share a few times while at uni but it never worked out. I had a disastrous affair with a rugby footballer, he was all testosterone, when I was twenty. There have not been any permanent relationships since then though I have been with four partners all one-night stands, three their choice, one mine." "I have tried three lesbian relationships none lasted more than a month. One my choice. My Dad died last year and now Mom has to run the flower shop herself back home. She says she is doing all right, but I know that shop was what worked Dad to death. I go see her at Christmas, though I can afford to go more often now I have qualified. I had to repeat a year after the fling with the ball player. I qualified third in my class and got a junior position with a good firm. I am interned to the senior partner." "I have had another agenda from the get go. I needed information about the BDSM world you inhabit. I needed real information not Bull Shit. It seemed the only way to get this information was to pretend to be just a little more than curious about the genre." "I have strung you along since I used that contact magazine and sent that letter. I began to have doubts yesterday after I met you, and today after you told me your story while we walked here. I was not happy that I had used you for my own ends." "Jessica just because you have a reason, does not mean you have to feel ashamed, every one has reasons for doing every thing they do." I tried to make her more comfortable and gave her a gentle hug. "Tell me the rest." "Well Master, that newspaper article is my doing, you see I am the defense lawyer for that woman!" I felt a teardrop on my chest. I lifted her face and she was silently crying. I bent and kissed her. "Jessica there is no need for tears. You have done nothing wrong, we have had a wonderful time and I want it to continue, to develop to explore these feelings and experience things together." "Master I think I am crying not just because I deceived you, but for her as well. You have given me a good defense case without even knowing. I am sure she was the instrument that bought that mans death. But there was no way she could have known it. And no way she should be charged with murder or even manslaughter. I needed information and I went for it with my typical single minded zeal, with-out a care as to who I used getting it." "Now I am stuck, I was going to cut and run, but find myself here with you and my life has changed. I do not know where I am, or where I am going." "Jessica everyone has an agenda, yours was different. You could hardly have told me from the start and I probably would not have told you as much as I have. I would have given you a few facts perhaps showed you my sales area. I don't think I would have tried to get you to submit. It would have been a business meeting. We have had a personal very personal interaction. You have benefited and you say you now have a good defense case for your client, so don't feel bad. Good things are flowing every which way. We have come a long way in less than 24 hours. Now tell me about that woman tell me about how you will defend her. Can you get the charges dropped or will she still have stand trial for murder? Tell me all about it." "Master I cannot, I have to talk to her about you. I have to respect client confidentiality. I probably should not even told you I was her defense counsel. Oh dear I am in such a mess and just because I tried to use you for my own ends." She was crying big tears my chest was getting wet. "Ok Jessica, talk to your client tell her you have made contact with me and I have agreed to be a consultant on the case. There you go, problem solved. You need information of a very specific nature, on a subject that is both personal and private and often kept as a dark secret. Just as the man who died kept his needs secret. You would not have got the information if you had approached me or anyone else differently. The fact that you were willing to expose yourself by submitting, was the only way you would have got truth rather than Bull Shit." She sobbed. "But Master, I deceived you." "I forgive you, I trust you, come dear slave lets make love, lets be lovers and agree to be honest and open with each other." I pulled her warm body closer and she felt my erection and we were making love not having sex. Afterward we slept and it was dark when I woke. Jessica was playing with the hairs on my chest. "I have to go to the bathroom Master and I am hungry, what time is it?" "It's too late to go out for a meal, but I have some home cooked meals in the freezer. Food in 15 minutes girl lets go, you first." And so domesticated bliss began. * Author's Note Dear reader, the next chapter in this series is:- If you are Male then read A Slaves Story Chapter 2. Released Nov 06 If you are Female then read A Slaves Story Chapter 3. Due late Nov 06 Most of the background information is in A Masters Story. Most of the plot information and clues are in A Slaves Story. Feedback regarding this strange format welcome, is it working for you? I hope to release a pair of chapters every 14 days or so. A Master's Story Ch. 03 Chapter 3. A Master's Limitations. Late Saturday I put my robe on and used a down stairs toilet then went to the kitchen found two frozen meals and put them in the microwave to reheat, the machine displayed its instructions, 10 minutes then turn. I was then stopped in my tracks. Jessica was watching me from the kitchen door. She was blatantly naked. One hip cocked, a hand touching a breast circling around a hard nipple. The tip of her tongue just showing. "Jessica I have just selected a meal and I do not know what you like to eat, I have not even asked you." I studiously ignored her inviting stance. I was busy setting a table. I found a bottle of wine and put it to chill in the fridge. I made myself busy. Jessica kept her stance by the door. The hand at her breast was still circling slowly, her other hand was now at her crotch. I could see her fingers as they slid between the folds of her labia. I was really busy, I needed to be busy. I felt my body betray me. Jessica oozed across the floor and sat on the clean cloth on the small table sweeping the cutlery I had placed aside. She turned round swinging her legs up and with careful precision lay back across the table. Her head now looking back up at me. "Master I eat everything, but for now I want to eat you." My hard cock was tenting the robe; her head was just a few inches from my crutch, her open mouth moist and warm, with a pink tongue flickering around red lips, what an invitation. I took an involuntary step and her hands were at the belt pulling it undone then behind me and pulling me closer. "Jessica much as I would like to there is a basic problem, my dick points up and your mouth is down there we will have to find a different location to do that." In a trice, she had turned over and pulled my cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, the cutlery went clanging to the floor; she kept her mouth upon me as she got to the floor and knelt before me. She looked me in the eyes as she sucked me in and her tongue was sliding round beneath my glans. She pulled me deeper her teeth were making me harder as I slid to the back of her mouth. I was fully erect now and her mouth was stretched wide. A hand on my buttock pulled me closer the other was at her crutch, she tried to get more of me in her mouth her teeth were tight about me and her lips closed tight. She pulled back and I was released with a loud pop. "Master you are too big for me to take in. I know I have a small face and small mouth we will have to find a better position. Shall I just lick and suck for now?" She demonstrated. Looking up at me with a lewd leering smile. "You can come when ever, where ever Master." She licked me from balls to the tip then sucked me in again. I was getting close. She sucked and 'Plop,' I was out again. She ran her tongue round the end and I was there. I watched my ejaculate spurt up and land from forehead to chin in a sticky white thread. The second spurt was splashed across her pursed lips, the third went into her open mouth and a fourth was sucked from my throbbing cock, as was the fifth. Her tongue was lashing my engorged glans, round and round, coaxing more from me. A final pulse was added to the fluids she was sloshing round the sensitive head, the pleasure was exquisite. I was having to hold myself up arms stiff behind me griping the bench top. I felt my knees buckle. Her tongue was a wild thing licking lashing my glans. The pleasure intensified and pleasure became pain as her teeth grazed the rim then the shaft. The pain was pleasure and the pleasure pain. I was in ecstasy and agony. I had to pull out. "Enough, enough Jessica." The microwave pinged and I was free. Jessica wiped her face and licked her fingers. The hand at her cunt was moving faster and faster. She obviously achieved orgasm as she sucked my cum from her fingers looking deeply into my eyes. The hand at her cunt slowed down and she slowly stood and took the wet fingers to her mouth and licked them. Her body just touched mine her nipples burnt a trail across my chest. She smiled and offered me her fingers. I sucked her juices from them she put them back in her own mouth then the hand slowly moved to her breast then down to my cock then to her cunt. Her eyes were fixed upon mine locked in a visual embrace her lips pursed and she moved slowly forwards and met mine. Then her mouth opened and she pushed forward. Her tongue, still slippery with saliva, my ejaculate and her cum juices sought mine. Her eyes finally closed as our tongues met. I felt an arm about my head and her other hand pulled my left hand to her cunt. I rubbed her pussy lips and fingered her clitoris. She was trembling and the muscles in her thighs began twitching. Our mouths were hard against each other our tongues madly thrashing about as we shared the fruits of passion. I think she would have let me frig her for hours but the microwave pinged again and I stopped and broke the embrace. "Let's eat," I grinned at her. I offered her a wet finger. She grabbed my hand and licked each finger and then offered her fingers for me to lick. I licked every one then placed a quick kiss on her lips. I bent to recover the tablecloth and cutlery. I re-activated the microwave. "Five minutes, I will open the wine then we eat. Food not each other," I laughed. She was leaning against the table a hand at her breast the other at her cunt. I put the cloth and cutlery on the table in a ruck, went to the fridge and found the corkscrew. She was watching me her eyes boring into my skull daring me wickedly flaunting her aroused state. I removed the cork and moved towards the table. She stayed still, her hands the only things moving. I slowly moved the cold wine bottle closer and closer to her breast and then rolled it from one hard nipple to the other. She shuddered from the contact and was obviously having another orgasm. She smiled as I rolled the bottle back to the other nipple. I laughed, "Enough of that I want it cold, not boiling." I slapped her rump. "Come on lets eat." She laughed and said. "Spoil sport, but ok I am hungry." She moved to the sink and rinsed her hands splashed her face and asked me. "Can I use this towel?" I nodded and she made a perfunctory job, a dab here a dab there, she returned the towel to its hook and sat with an audible squelch on the kitchen chair beside me. "Come on Master you said food at least two minutes ago." I rinsed my hands and using the same towel dried them. I found an oven mitt and took the steaming containers from the microwave. Found plates and emptied the food onto them. I stirred them with a fork and tested them to check that they had warmed all the way through. I put one plate back in the microwave and gave it a ten-second blast then put the plate on the table in front of her. I put the other plate in for its ten-second blast. By the time, I joined her at the table she had wolfed down most of the generous helping of roast beef and veg. I sat opposite and began eating. I was aware that she had finished her meal and was watching every morsel I put in my mouth. "There are biscuits in that cupboard and cheese in the fridge get them yourself. If I leave this to get them there will be nothing left when I get back. I have seen you eat remember. You are a carnivore!" She smiled but said nothing and went to find the crackers and cheese. "There is a cheese knife in the top draw somewhere. And plates and butter if you need it." I waved at the other cupboard. I was speaking with my mouth full but what the hell. My eyes were following her around, having a female in your kitchen happily moving around, unashamedly naked, was such a buzz. I was wiping the last scraps from my plate while Jessica had demolished most of the cheese and over half a packet of crackers. I realized I had an erection so took the plates and knives and forks and almost threw them into the sink. Jessica said. "Is that for me?" She had sat on the table and her legs were spread wide. I was inside her in one swift stroke. Her legs wrapped round me, her heels began to beat a tattoo on my back. I had my hand round her waist and the tablecloth allowed me to slide her back a bit the forward to slam back inside her. Our eyes were locked in a passionate stare. I thrust and thrust I saw her eyes begin to loose focus and felt her pelvic muscles tighten round my cock. "Oh master that is so good I am coming now, oh I am coming." Her hands had been playing with her breasts and they finally stilled. One moved to her clitoris and I thrust one last time. I had not come, but I felt my erection subsiding. Her fingers circled it as I withdrew. The slippery shrinking member was squeezed and her hand returned to her clitoris. I slumped on to the chair. Jessica obviously still on a high, openly masturbated and was soon orgasming again. I bent forward and added my mouth and tongue to her engorged labia and clitoris. At last, she began to moan and then with a strangled scream made a noise that signified that she had reached the peak of an orgasm. She took a huge breath in and wailed again. "Oh Master that was so, so good." She was a pool of sated flesh upon my kitchen table. "I don't think I ever came that good before." I smiled and stayed silent. She had a hand at her breast the other at her cunt, but the fingers were still. I remembered the wine poured two glasses and offered her one. "I cannot move master my bones have all turned to mush." I laughed and lifted her head and taking a better hold sat her up and held the glass to her lips. She drank the contents in one long draft gulping it down. She was not attempting to support herself, so I let her gently back down. A naked sated woman across my kitchen table. I drank my wine re-filed the glasses. "I think we will take these back to bed. Think you can hold them If I carry you?" She took the glasses and helped me lift her. She was quite a load. I hoped I could carry her all the way. As we went up the stairs, she said. "This would make a great video. Naked man carrying naked woman up these magnificent stairs." "Jessica let us save that for another day, remember the words from Gone with the Wind." "Tomorrow's another day." She quoted. I was almost there and had the difficult concealed door to negotiate. "It's Ok Master I need the bathroom, set me down. I think I can stand now. Thank you, that was very nice very symbolic." I was happy to put her on her feet. I opened the concealed door and took the glasses from her and went into the bedroom. I heard the bathroom door close. I put one glass on each of the bedside tables and set the alarm for 9:00. I quickly changed the bottom sheet. I would put it in the wash before my house cleaner saw it. There were stains all over. I was remaking the bed when Jessica came to the door "Can we shower together again please master?" she asked. I smiled and moved to her. "Of course lets clean up, but I need the toilet first." "Ok Master, I will wait here." I called her from the shower, "Ok Jessica time to get clean." and so we took another shower. Considering her nature, it was very functional. She did my back, I did hers. She did my front, I did hers. She did my cock and scrotum, I did her labia. She bent over and let me do her bottom. I returned the favor. She did my legs from crutch to toe, then I did hers. We ended up doing each other's arms, she tried to do my face, but got soap in my mouth. I said, "lets do our own faces. There is shampoo and conditioner, if you don't mind a cheap brand." She nodded, "have you got a hair drier?" "No, afraid not." "Ok I will use a towel, but it will take ages to dry. And be a mess tomorrow do you mind if I look as if I have had a rough night?" "Jessica I don't mind you look sensational, now I will let you wash you hair and we can get back to bed." "Oh Master can you wash it, I love having my hair washed, it's so sensual, not sexy just sensual." So I washed her hair in my cheap shampoo. I applied conditioner massaged it in then rinsed it off. As I stood back to admire my handy work I marveled at her beautiful body. It was only thirty hours ago that I met her and we had fuck in both my homes and on my kitchen table. I was bushed, but I knew she was not. I was going to have to face that fact and soon. I handed her some towels, a pale blue one for her hair. Which she made into a turban and we returned to bed. She lay beside me her feet seeking mine, but she was content with that contact. We toasted each other and sipped the wine in silence. "Jessica how did you manage for all those years alone? I mean sexually, you have a significant appetite for it you know." "Yes Master I know I have, but this is all new. I used to masturbate if I felt the need, but that was just a few times, just before and after my period, which is when I feel the urge, but I never was sexually turned on until I bought that contact magazine. I went to an adult bookshop to get it and saw a bondage magazine, which I also bought. I have been frigging myself every night since then, even through my period. I seem to have finally grown up or something." "I found the pictures in that magazine such a turn on, there was one I particularly liked, a woman was tied up her legs splayed wide and a rope split her labia. The photo even showed that she was wet!" "Jessica you realize that I won't be able to keep this pace up. I will be exhausted and useless without sleep and rest. I do not want to disappoint you and would hate to say no, but there would come a time when I had to say no if we fuck this often every day." "I know Master, I just tempted you a little in the kitchen and you were magnificent." "Yes Jessica, but I was not able to ejaculate the last time and my cock was beginning to hurt when you sucked me off. It was wonderful, but the sensation was beginning to turn from pleasure to pain." Her hand moved to my cock, "Oh master is there anything I can do?" she petted the sleeping member. "Yes Jessica there is you can masturbate when ever you feel the need. I will join in if we are together and I can rise to the occasion." "Ok Master I don't need that now. I also have had enough today that is if your sure you don't want me again Master. You can have me if you want Master, anywhere you want master." Her hand tried to wake my cock up. I saw that look in her eye and said. "Down girl, down." She laughed, "Just teasing Master, can we sleep now?" and she snuggled down. I turned off the light and was amazed at how easy it was to sleep with a woman beside me after those lonely years. I expect Jessica was thinking similar thoughts. "Good night Jessica sweet slave girl." "Good night Master." We slept. Author's Note. Does this strange format of his and her chapters make sense to you? Please send feedback. Ladies please read The Slave Chapter 4 next due Mid December. Fellows please read The Slave Chapter 3 next already released. A Master's Story Ch. 04 Sunday Morning. I dreamt. The alarm woke me Jessica was still beside me. We were lay like spoons, she had my right hand clutched to her breast. I kneaded the flesh a little. "Good Morning Jessica." "Good morning Master that feels nice," her hand squeezed mine. "What time is it?" "I set the alarm for ten, but that clock is a bit fast, so it's about ten minutes to ten. I think that if we want a big breakfast we will have to go to McDonalds again. I only have some cereals and bread for toast." "Cereals and toast sounds fine Master." Jessica adjusted her position a little and she was obviously aware of my morning erection. "Master what should I wear on Monday evening when Mr. Smith and his slave come?" "Something like you wore Friday a formal business suit, a little make up, looking like a stern professional Lawyer would be just right Jessica." "How about my hair, I can wear it down in a pony tail, or in a braid, or up in a French bun. I will have to go home and set it this afternoon or it will be a wild woman, not a sophisticated one Mr. Smith will be meeting." She chatted away. "Up in a tight bun then Jessica," My erection had not subsided, but Jessica had not moved. "Stockings and suspenders, or tights Master?" She asked. "Stockings and suspenders are a bit saucy, but yes dark colored stockings." "How about underwear, normal bra and panties or some sexy number?" "Not sexy, just black, like you wore Friday." "See through blouse or not." "Not see through." "Buttoned to the throat and all done up?" "Yes, like a mans shirt with long sleeves if you have one. White, crisp and looking starched." She had still not moved and my erection had hardened rather than subsided. I was very conscious of the groove of her lower back that it was squashed up against. "Do you want to try out the things you have in the sail loft today. It would be awful if they broke." "Jessica they will take my weight so they won't break, but it would be an idea to check out the pulley system, it will only take a few minutes so there's no rush." "Master, I am getting turned on thinking about being strung up in front of another man. You can do it with me naked if you want." "Are you sure Jessica it's quite a big step to take and you have only been naked with lovers before." "Yes Master, I think that if you want to demonstrate the equipment then you had better order me to take my clothes off. The ball player was always having me do a strip for him." "Ok Jessica naked it will be, but only if he wants me to demonstrate the equipment." "Master, you can let him use me as well, if he asks nicely." She still had not moved and her words were turning me on. My resolve for us not to make love this morning was weakening. "What does his slave look like?" "She is a very small woman, about 30, a brunette very pretty. The spreaders will have to be made to measure. The ones I had you in on Friday were a little short for you so I will have to make you a personal set." I was sure my pre-come was oozing. I was very hot. My resolve had just about gone. "Jessica you have been very good. You obviously know that I have an erection and probably have since the alarm went off. I know I said I needed a rest and that you said you were getting turned on so I am going to give you a task..." I paused for effect she was silent. "Your task is to persuade me to fuck you." "Oh Master," she clutched the hand at her breast. "There are some conditions though. You cannot talk, absolute silence, nor can you touch me." She rolled away from me releasing my hand and threw the covers back. When she turned to face me her face was flushed, her wild hair was flying as she tossed her head. Had she been allowed to talk she would have been saying 'how easy'. She squatted on the bed knees splayed then ran her hands from breast to thigh and back. She make a lewd shape with her mouth, she put a finger in her pussy then transferred the moist finger to her mouth. She put in several fingers of her other hand and waved them an inch from my nose. She pinched her nipples and they stood out even further. She slapped her buttocks, turned, and slapped them again. Red handprints appeared. She repeated this on the other cheek. She stood and ran her hands up and down her body again. She stood straddling me facing the foot of the bed. The handprints were quite red. She then began to bend backwards. As she arched her back, her hair fell back in a pool of wild blond strands. She bent still further and then she was looking me in the eyes from an upside down face. Her hands were touching the bed each side of me. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue round her lips suggestively. Her hair was now across my chest. I had said no touching; I had not expected her to use her hair. I wondered if I should remind her. 'No,' I thought to myself, 'I could use that later.' She smiled a wicked smile and walked her hands and feet a few inches at a time and her hair trailed down my chest across my belly and then across my erection. Her face was almost touching it as she shook her head making her hair lash my cock. I smiled. "Not yet Jessica, but very close. I did not know you were so supple." Jessica was suddenly standing again. She indicated that I spread my legs apart. Then lay on the bed between them and trailed her hair and blew hot air all over my cock, which was very hard, and pre-cum was glistening at the tip of my foreskin. Some had dribbled down to my belly, a small thread joined to my cock. "Not yet Jessica." I hoped she was having as much fun as I was. I saw her raise a leg and she spread her forearms then kicked back and up, she was doing a strange handstand, her head and face toward me, her legs came towards me as her back arched quite slowly and she began to part her legs. She wobbled a bit but managed to keep her balance her bottom was now almost touching her head. She gave me a three-eyed smile as she spread her legs wider and wider. Her labia were wet and only inches above her head. She wobbled some more and her legs went up and she straightened her back and then flopped back on the bed. "Not yet Jessica but almost." I made my cock twitch. She gave a wicked grin and licked her lips. She got up and straddled my waist facing me she shuffled her feet and bent forward a little and with her wet cunt an inch from my face began to frig herself. She went all the way to orgasm the first time I had seen one that close without contact of some sort. "That was very close Jessica." Her wet fingers left her crutch and she was bending back and her head was very close to my cock again I could feel her hair and then her hot breath. Her pussy was very close, the scent of her, the sight of her so open and so wet. The hot breath. And I had to give in. "Ok Jessica you have persuaded me." She did not move or say a word. I reached up and gently pulled her cunt to my mouth and lashed her clitoris with my tongue. I felt her tongue lick my cock. She sucked my still sheathed cock in and her teeth and tongue pushed my foreskin back. She could not move much and the bed was not the place for such gymnastics. "Ok Jessica don't do your self an injury." I held her hips and she stood back up. She then moved back squatted down on her haunches and with a firm hand guided my rampant cock into her hot passage. She placed my hands on her tits and she began to bounce. Experimenting with the response of the bed springs and was soon moving hard and fast, up and down. She was perspiring and her skin glistened. She had gone red from face to neck and down to her breasts. She was using her hands to keep balance, her breasts were being bounced up and down in my hands. "James pinch my nipples while I come. Will you be long?" "No Jessica I am almost there, in fact I am there..." I had her hard nipples between finger and thumb and was twisting them and pulling them. She made that moan and quiet scream again. She bounced and bounced but my cock was shrinking and soon fell out. She groaned and fell to the side of the bed. She said, "Don't stop I rather like that." So I kept rolling her nipples, twisting, and pinching them I had to turn on my side as she flopped over on to her back she was sliding fingers in and out of the sticky mess her cunt had become. "James that was just so good." I pulled her nipples and gave them a few extra hard twists then flopped back. My breath was ragged even though she had done all the work. I was glistening with sweat mine and hers. We lay for several minutes until I began to feel cold. I fished around, found the top sheet, and pulled it up over her. "I will take a leak have a quick shower and make breakfast. How many slices of toast?" She gave me a wicked grin. "Ok. I will bring a mountain. Butter or margarine?" "Butter." she said. As I left her, I saw her hand move down to her crutch. I did my ablutions and went down to the kitchen made a huge pile of toast almost the whole loaf. Found the marmalade and put a generous dollop into a dish taking care not to transfer the evidence of a sloppy males use, straight from the jar with a knife from the margarine tub. I spread most of the toast with butter and did a few for myself with margarine. Loaded the biggest breakfast bowl I possessed with cornflakes and gave myself a small serve in a small bowl. Took a carton of milk and another of orange juice, put everything on the only tray I possessed. It was a tight fit, no room for coffee or teacups or glasses, and went back up stairs. Jessica was supine in the bed her hand was still and she gave me a beautiful smile. I unloaded my bowl and poured orange juice into the dirty wine glass on what seemed to have become my side of the bed. I put the tray with the huge pile of toast and huge bowl of cereals on the cabinet beside her. I poured her some orange juice. "Breakfast is served Madam," I made a mock bow. Her hand cupped my cock. "Thank you James, I won't be needing this for a while so you can put it away." I had completely forgotten I was naked. I returned to my side of the bed and watched the sheet fall from her breasts. She poured milk into the bowl and set to. I sat on the side of the bed and ate. She started on the toast before me. She had finished her pile, while I was on my third piece. She stole the last one. All the marmalade had gone. There were toast crumbs stuck to her breasts and a small glob of marmalade was on the side of her mouth. She scrambled across the bed gave me a sticky kiss and bounced out the bed and into the bathroom. She did not close the door. So I had a sound description of what she was doing. "I will go make a drink, Tea or Coffee?" I asked. "Tea please, do you have any green tea, or herbal?" "Yes I have Lanchoo Green. That OK?" "Oh yes my favorite." The tea had just about brewed when Jessica walked in flaunting her naked state. The clock on the wall showed it was 11:45. I was tired but still on a high. "What shall we do for lunch?" I asked the naked vision calmly drinking the green tea. "Master if you have more of those frozen meals I could probably eat two." "Done, I have roast beef, pork and I think some lamb. It is a bit potluck, as I never label them. I usually cook once a week, a big meal, lots of vegetables and a big roast then eat a normal meal, portion the rest, and freeze them. I can then have a good meal anytime using the Nuke 'em box here. Don't know how people managed before we invented the deep freeze and the microwave. Lunch in then. They are better defrosted slowly so I will take them out now." I bent over the freezer and found what I thought were two beef meals and one pork one. I would find out when I served them up. I bent over again to put the pile of meals back, there were just six left, when there was a swish and a hard slap on my exposed bottom. I shot upright and dropped the meals. I turned and Jessica was laughing like a drain. "I could not resist Master. You had me slap my arse, so one back seemed fair." She was keeping the kitchen table between us. "Let's go try those ropes and things." She dashed out the door evading my grasp. I was laughing too much to be seriously annoyed. I returned to the freezer took three meals out. I had no idea, which was which. I put them on the drainer, found my keys and went to the front door pulling on Pants and Tee shirt. * Author's Note. If you like this story please vote. If you really like it, please send me some feedback. Ladies please read The Slave Chapter 5 next due end December. Fellows please read The Slave Chapter 4 next already released. P.S. 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