And Natalie’s world faded to black.
It was the next morning before she woke up. She was nude of course. By now, she would have thought it weird if she had slept with clothes on. However, Natalie had slept on top of her covers for the first time since her fight with Sarah. Natalie’s legs were spread waiting for her Master’s cock to fuck her. Her Master’s cock… the thought sent waves of pleasure through her cunt and shivers up her spine. She wanted, needed to be with him. Today was the day. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew.
Natalie got up and showered. She knew just what she would wear to meet her Master. She dropped her towel as she walked into her room. She stopped in front of the mirror. Her reflection seemed so sexy. She had always had a confidence in herself, in her ability to take control of any situation, but this was different. She casually ran a hand over her ti.., no, her…, her tits. She tried to clear her mind. Tits, cunt, fuck… these were words that she wouldn’t have dreamed of using a week ago. Today, though, they were the only words that seemed to describe her.
Natalie was a slave. She had broken up with guys for telling her what to do, yet she had no doubts about it. She wanted to be used, controlled. Trying to come to the reality of the situation, she kneeled in front of the mirror thinking that somehow it would seem silly make her realize that there weren’t really slaves in this day and age. Instead, it felt right, natural to be in that position: kneeling, legs spread slightly to display her cunt, her tits thrust out for inspection, head down slightly, and her hands at her side. Natalie smiled at her failed attempt, got up, and again, headed for her closet.
She once again pulled out her revealing, sexy pink top. As she slipped it on, she noticed that she hadn’t put on a bra. If she even slightly leaned over, her tits would be on display for everyone to see, but so long as her Master was pleased, she didn’t really mind. Next was her skirt. It wasn’t her shortest, but it was a light grey, very light cotton skirt. It would not only leave nothing to the imagination; it also wouldn’t hide anything during the slightest of breezes. Natalie headed back to her bathroom to finish up her hair and makeup.
A short... 30 minutes later, Natalie emerged from the bathroom ready for her first day spent with her Master. As she was leaving her room, she glanced at the clock, amazed that it was only 6:45a.m. She slowly opened her door and tiptoed into the living room. She still felt a little guilt about Sarah. She would have to try to tell her, to explain all that had happened. She headed for Sarah’s door, just to check on her. She peeked around the corner. Sarah wasn’t on her bed. She was curled up in her chair, nude... next to the wall hers and Sarah’s room shared. Had she been listening? What had she heard?
Sarah’s room smelt of sex. Natalie smiled. At least someone enjoyed her show. Well, other than her Master, of course. Natalie caught her breath and her hand. Her nipples were now stirring, pushing against her thin blouse. Her hand was inches from her cunt. Even at that small distance, she could feel a dampness. She was wet, horny. She was ready to go to her Master. Natalie turned, still smiling and headed for the door. No more quiet dinners here. She and Sarah would have something to talk about tonight.
Natalie stepped out into the hall. A cool morning, the air in the hall hardening her nipples with the first touch made Natalie shiver. Right or left? How would she get to her Master? A memory, a place stirred in her mind. She turned left, and she walked. Natalie walked for what seemed like miles, an eternity. She stopped in front of his door.
It was the apartment just down the hall, her new neighbor’s.
This was it, her new Master’s home. Did he know? How could he have done it? Was it just luck? She slid a finger under the door. Just within reach was a key. How did she know it was there? What was going on? As she entered, questions swirled in her mind, but as the door closed her mind focused on a single purpose. Her new mission in life, her Master.
As lust clouded her thinking, she began to strip. She couldn’t enter his presence hiding herself. She must reveal everything that was his now. She must open herself to him completely, but the thought still scared her. She knew she was her Master’s, but even Sarah didn’t know everything, didn’t know the depths of the darkness, the secrets she held, and the insecurities. How could she open herself to a total stranger?
Despite that, Natalie’s arousal pulled her forward. It was 7:00 a.m. It was time to see her Master, again. The apartment layout was similar to her own, yet there was no sign of her Master. His room was near. She kept moving. His slave entered his room. She could see him. He was still asleep. Hadn’t he set an alarm for this morning, for their meeting? Her cunt pulsed. It knew the answer. She was on the edge now. Natalie was his alarm, and she knew how to wake him.
Natalie kneeled. She stretched forward, bowing to her Master once. Her hands touched the ground but never left it. She pulled herself forward, crawling to the bed, ashamed, afraid, and horny as hell. She touched his bed, felt the smoothness of the sheets. Silk? He was prepared for her. She slipped under the covers, and climbed onto the bed with her Master.
Natalie could no longer see the face of the man that she served, but she could see her prize. Her Master had slept nude as well. Also, it seemed his night had been pleasant because his cock was almost hard, almost ready for her already. Had he already stirred? Natalie paused. His breathing was still slow. He wasn’t moving. Her Master must still be asleep. She moved closer to his cock, and her mouth began to water. She was so close. Natalie, his slave, could smell his scent.
His slave touched her lips to his cock. Her Master twitched. She let it enter her mouth, savoring the texture, the taste, knowing that this was her first and most precious time with him. Slowly, she found his rhythm, as she had been trained... trained? The question appeared in her mind for a moment until the rhythm and the lust pushed it aside once more. She continued her pace. Up and down. As she moved up off of his cock, she longed for the moment she could go down again, and as she moved down, she hoped the moment would last forever.
Her Master awoke. He knew she was here, and he was enjoying himself, letting her pleasure him. She continued suck him, using her tongue at times to increase his pleasure. She was close. He felt ready to burst. Then, the covers fell back. He was watching her now. She could no longer look at him. She felt ashamed, ashamed that she was just his cock-sucker. She was ashamed that she wasn’t worthy to even do that, but she had to please him. She had to make him cum.
She felt his hands touch her, pushing her off him. Wasn’t she pleasing him? She felt his strong hands pulling her to him as he spoke.
“I want those tits.” And Natalie knew just what he meant.
His slave wrapped her tits around his cock, and continued her rhythm doing her best to please him, though she still couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. He seemed so fascinated by her. True, it was the first tit-fuck that she had ever done, but did he know that? How much had she told him? Doubts swept through her, but they were quickly overcome by the relentless and growing arousal that she had felt since she climbed in bed with this man, with her Master. He had increased his tempo. He it wouldn’t be long now.
Natalie struggled and finally did manage to make eye contact with her Master, and that was all it took. She was launched into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her whole body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure rippled from her head to her toes. She did her best to keep on task, up and down on her Master’s cock, which at the sight of her cumming also erupted. His cum sprayed over her face and chest. She tried to keep it from touching her lips.
As her Master’s orgasm subsided, his slave fell back onto the bed still writhing in the pleasure she felt. She knew she would eventually taste her Master’s cum, but it was a flavor she had never enjoyed before. With a clouded but clearing mind, Natalie doubted that she would enjoy his any better, yet she knew his next words. She’d read them in a hundred stories.
“Clean yourself off... and be sure to swallow every drop.” Her Master ordered in a stronger tone than she ever imagined a man could have.
His slave quickly gathered up all of her Master’s cum. She hoped to savor every taste, yet Natalie was scared, even though she knew there was no turning back now. No turning back.
“Still torn... aren’t you, my little Hyde? I can see it in your eyes. Struggling between good and evil, what I want and what you want. Trying to convince yourself that you really want to let yourself go, let yourself be Hyde, but I can’t help you. You have to do it, or find a man who can. You can’t be two people forever.”
Natalie knew he was right. She chose this. He gave her the choice, and she decided to be his slave. Now she knew she was. His slave, Natalie, leaned forward and took a first timid taste of his seed. It tasted... wonderful. It was so sweet, better than the finest chocolates she had tasted. She lapped it up like it was the first thing she had ever tasted in her life and then smiled up at him. She could easily look into his eyes, still so powerful, yet she knew she wasn’t worthy of him. He accepted her, so she wasn’t ashamed of it either. Instead she finally started to fully embrace it.
“So what do you wish of me now... Master?”
“First, I think we’ll take a shower and then maybe a walk. You’ve got some shopping to do.”
“I do?” Natalie was scared again, and it showed in her whole body.
“Calm down. Remember all of this is your choice. I’m just helping you to experience it.” He smiled reassuringly.
“And it’s just a perk that I’ll do everything you want?” His slave smiled coyly. She had to admit that she was enjoying this.
He laughed, a strong, wonderful laugh. Was there anything about him that wasn’t perfect?
“Well, yes, I guess you could call it a perk... your perky little smile,”
He touched her face with such gentleness.
“your nice, big, perky breasts,”
He cupped her tits, kneading them with his hands, bringing her nipples back to a firmly erect position. Natalie was kneeling again leaning back on her ankles for support, pushing her tits to him.
“and that wonderfully perky ass and cunt you keep trying to hide.”
And he moved a hand between her legs, pushing them apart. He slipped one finger into her cunt, and then just a gently pulled it back out, offering it to her. This time Natalie didn’t hesitate. She reached out, pulled the finger to her, and sucked her own juices off it. She loved the taste. She looked back up, and he was just gazing at her.
“Now, about that shower?” he stated, not making a move.
“Of course, Master, just lead the way. I’ll follow you anywhere,” Natalie was glowing.
“No,” her Master stated. He raised a hand and pointed to the far wall, to a door. “The bathroom is in there. Come and get me when the water is hot.”
Natalie practically leapt to her feet. She was silently hoping beyond hope that her Master would finally fuck her once she got him nice and soaped up, if only so she could finally cum today. She had been riding on the edge of orgasm since she first laid eyes on him this morning.
Once the water was hot, Natalie returned to get her Master. He was adorable laying there naked. He had fallen back asleep. Part of Natalie wanted to be annoyed that he had given her a task, and now, he was making it even harder for her to obey. She knew she couldn’t be angry with her Master. She would just have to wake him again. She moved to him, again on her hands and knees. She crawled on top of him again, but this time, her lips moved to his as her hands embraced his body.
Slowly at first and then with more passion he returned her kiss melting her into him, submission to him, feeling him guiding her lips over his. It felt so good, so right, so ... familiar? He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. She felt a memory try to surface. Had they met before? What had he been doing during those nights she couldn’t remember? The thoughts that she could have repeated this scene any number of times only increased her arousal pushing the memory away.
“Good morning, Master. The water is hot and ready for you and so am I!” Natalie groaned licking her lips.
She tried to kiss him again, but he was already moving out from under her. Natalie quickly realized that he wasn’t paying attention to her. He was simply moving to the shower. What did she have to do to seduce this man? Most of her previous boyfriends would have jumped at an invitation. Still, she knew she was getting to him. She could see it in his walk, or at least, she could see it in his cock that was already hard again. It wouldn’t be long now...
A sense of irony hit her with that statement. Natalie had thought it before, when all this was just getting started, and it was just starting again. Oh how she hoped it was just starting. She quickly got up and headed to the shower. Her thoughts had delayed her. Her Master’s cock was quickly softening as he just stood under the water from the shower. He was waiting for her.
His slave stepped inside with him and reached for the soap. She kneeled in front of him. She started with his feet, caressing every inch of him, lathering, moving up slowly toward her goal. As she reached his knees, she could see that his cock was again hard, but he made no move. She was doing all the work. It suddenly struck her that this must be a test. He was tempting her, but would she fail if she gave in or resisted.
Natalie’s head was beginning to hurt. She didn’t realize that there was so much thinking involved in being a slave, but maybe, that was the answer. His slave hadn’t been thinking when she started washing her Master. She should continue with that task until she was told otherwise. She slowly washed him, trying her best to seduce him with every touch. Still her Master made no move, until Natalie had finished washing her Master. Then he only moved to the door and pointed.
Her Master was pointing to a towel. His slave dried him off. She was desperate. She wanted needed him. She would do anything to have him, but she would do anything he commanded even if he didn’t fuck her. She was a slave, and she was just glad to have found him. She kneeled next to him resisting the urge to finger herself. He was dressing in silence, still seeming somewhat groggy. Finally he spoke.
“Do you know who I am?” He was gazing deeply into her eyes.
Without so much as a thought, His slave replied, “My Master.”
“Will you do anything for me?” he spoke, almost as if he wasn’t sure.
“Anything you command.” She was smiling. She was truly enjoying this.
“Would you ever finger yourself simply for the pleasure of someone watching?”
Natalie was stunned. That was outrageous! “NO! Do I look like some kind of slut?”
“No,” he replied calmly. “You look like a slave.”
“Show me what you are. Finger yourself for my pleasure, my toy.”
The words made His slave’s cunt quiver. She was a toy. She leaned back, spread her legs, and moved her hand to her cunt. Part of her mind finally gave up. It knew that this was wrong, but Natalie finally accepted that she was simply this man’s toy, slave, doll, or anything he wanted her to be. She leaned back giving her Master a good view as she could as she did for him what she had done for herself so many nights over the past week, yet she held her orgasm. Just when it felt as if she was going to explode, her Master spoke as he finished buttoning his shirt. He was dressed.
“That’s enough. Stop and stand.” Natalie couldn’t resist and simply obeyed.
“I have a gift for you. It should be just your size.” He reached into his closet and pulled out a box.
He handed it to her, and His slave tore into it. It was a dress. To touch it, it felt as smooth as silk, and it looked just as beautiful. She found the buttons, undid them, and slipped into the dress. It was orange silk and just as sheer. The dress hid nothing. Her tits, nipples, and cunt were clearly visible through the dress. The front sported a white strip that was just as soft and transparent as the dress itself.
Natalie moved to the mirror to see what she looked like. Her hair was a mess, and her make-up was gone. She looked like a wild woman, but it was obvious what she was wearing. It was a recreation of Donna Reed’s dress. Natalie almost laughed. The thing she feared most is what she had become, and she really didn’t mind.
“I have to go. I have some things to take care of today,” her Master stated. He was giving her that almost amused look again.
“No, please Master. Please stay with me. Let me be your little woman, please.” Natalie was on her knees now, begging to be His woman.
“You’ll be fine. There’s plenty to keep you busy around here. I expect this place to be spotless by dinnertime when I come back. Also, you’ll have to prepare me supper.”
Her Master really seemed to be enjoying this. He gave her one last look from head to toe and headed for the door. He stopped at the door and looked back.
“Oh, by the way, I have a friend coming over to fix the faucet in the kitchen. It’s dripping. He’ll need to be paid. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”
He winked and left, leaving her alone in the apartment.
Natalie immediately started working. Her Master wasn’t a pig, and she could tell some of the mess he had made just for her. Still, she wanted to be sure she had plenty of time to cook supper. She was afraid she would need it. She spent the morning doing the laundry and tidying up the living room and bedroom. Every stroke she made to clean not only aroused her because of the sheer irony, but she also could feel the strokes on her cunt.
About noon, she thought about stopping for lunch, but she was still behind. Behind... her ass was feeling a breeze. One thing her Master didn’t mention, there was nothing holding the back of the skirt closed. When she leaned forward to pick up something, dust, or for any reason, the skirt of her dress fell forward leaving her ass, cunt, and the small of her back completely exposed. Also, it wasn’t long after realizing this that her nipples hardened enough again to give Natalie her next surprise.
As she stretched to reach up and dust on top of her Master’s stereo, her hard nipples found their way out. She felt the air hit her bare tits through almost invisible slits on each side of the top of the apron on the front of her dress. Natalie smiled. She was wearing a dress that was designed to be the ultimate sexist version of every man’s wet dream, and she was getting a perfect idea of how she was supposed to pay her Master’s friend.
At three, Natalie heard the door open. She ran to see who it was and greet them. Natalie was disgusted. It was a woman. She didn’t look like a friend either. This woman was wearing a uniform from a plumbing company. Natalie quickly remembered her state of dress as well. She could feel her nipples still pushing through the small openings in the front of her dress, and she dared not turn around. What would she think? And her Master wanted her to pay this woman by...
“Hi, I’m Cindy.” She was extending her hand, even though she was slightly blushing.
“I’m Natalie.” They shook and had another long, awkward pause.
“I wasn’t really expecting anyone to be here, er, especially in such a unique outfit.”
“Well, um...” Natalie didn’t know her Master’s name.
“I guess we just got a little carried away last night. The kitchen is right in there,” Natalie offered, pointing to the kitchen, praying her nipples would calm down. “I’ll just stay out of your way, just let me know when you’re finished.”
“Sure will.” Cindy headed for the kitchen. Natalie was sure she heard a snicker as she left.
That was all she said to or heard from Cindy for about an hour. Then, Cindy was finished. Cindy walked out into the living room where Natalie was working. Natalie looked up and was surprised to see almost an expectant look on Cindy’s face. Natalie knew what she was supposed to do. Without a word, she walked to the sofa and bent over it. Her ass and cunt were totally exposed to this stranger.
“I guess you wanted to talk about your payment?” Natalie asked.
Natalie glanced back. Cindy was stunned.
“No, the man who called said that the payment was on the table by the door. I’ll grab it on my way out. Thanks!” Cindy got out through a breathless smirk, and with that she left.
Natalie was frozen for a moment. The humiliation and shame was unbearable. She had offered herself to a woman. She had never been interested in women, but wasn’t that what her Master had wanted? It seemed that was what he had been implying, so it couldn’t have been too wrong.
Still, if her Master had her offer herself to a complete stranger what about Sarah? Would he want her to help him make her His slave as well? In the middle of the pure humiliation she had been feeling, the thought sent a strange pulse of arousal throughout her body. Natalie almost moved her hand back to her cunt to relieve some of the tension that had built up during the day, but she still had so much work to do.
Natalie stood up on very weak legs. She struggled to keep doing housework, but the arousal of the day and the sexual rush, embarrassment, and pure pleasure that she was feeling made it impossible to stop. At 4:30, she started dinner. It was a simple meal. When she reached for the flour, she knew she had to change. She grabbed the flour, set it down and slipped out of her dress.
The dress was just too beautiful. She had become so accustomed to wearing it that she couldn’t bear to get it dirty. Her Master surely wouldn’t approve of that, so she simply continued cooking in the nude. There was a vague movie reference, but she wasn’t sure which one it was. She was so hot, from the over or the oven inside her, and she was dripping sweat. It was running down her face across her nipples and belly, touching her cunt, and then it would drip from there as well, running down her legs.
She finished the meal, cleaning up and setting the table with enough time to slip back into her dress, and kneel like a truly obedient slave by the door. It was just minutes later that her Master walked through the door.
“Were you able to finish all your chores?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, “and your supper is waiting for you on the table.”
“You’re such a good girl, and I heard from Cindy that you offered your pussy to her?”
Natalie blushed and kept looking down. She had been his friend.
“Yes, Sir. Wasn’t that what you wanted?” Natalie asked barely above a whisper.
“Yes, that will do, but didn’t you think about offering to lick her?”
Natalie was shocked. The thought of a woman licking her was enough to turn her stomach, but the thought that she might have to lick another woman’s ... It was against everything that she believed. She would never do that. He couldn’t make her.
“You’ll offer to do that for me next time to pay, won’t you? I might be able to convince Cindy to take that as payment.”
Natalie tried her best to resist, but it would save her Master money. Also, she was His slave. She should obey him. Besides, she needed to experience something before she decided it. Yes, of course, she’d be willing to do that for him. He was her Master. She would do anything he asked.
“Of course, Master.” She stated with a genuine smile. “Shall we eat now?”
“We? I’ll eat now. I hope you already ate. You don’t actually think you’re worthy to eat with me unless you’re invited, right?”
Natalie hadn’t thought. She just assumed. She was hungry. She’d have to wait. She could eat later. She would obey. She would adapt to His rules.
“No, Sir. I’m going to eat something later. I’ll be fine. What would you like me to do while you eat?” Natalie asked, patiently kneeling.
“Use the other side of the table to prepare my dessert, and you’re it.” He said through a small smirk.
Natalie nearly jumped.
“Yes, Master!”
Her Master moved to the table. He sat down and began eating. Natalie went into the kitchen. She grabbed a few cherries, a thing of whipped cream, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. She put down some plastic on the side of the table opposite her Master. She moved the centerpiece that she had put on the table, so she could do a small strip-tease for her Master as she again removed her dress. Then she lay down on the table.
Natalie started with her legs and worked her way up. She used the syrup and whipped cream to make an appropriate maid’s outfit, and she hid the cherries in the whipped cream as surprises that her Master would find. The also made her nipples more pronounced than they already were under the whipped cream.
Her Master simply ate and watched his little plaything perform for him. He had enjoyed molding her into the woman that he knew she could be. Soon, his plan would be complete, and she would finally be his.
Natalie finished her edible uniform. She laid back and waited. She waited for her Master to finish eating. She just hoped he was saving plenty of room for dessert. As she lay there, she wondered if this was all some strange fantasy or dream. She had certainly imagined scenes like this during some lonely nights, but they never seemed this real.
She could feel the gooey, sticky chocolate all over her body, in all her most private parts, along with the cherries she had hidden; she was getting incredibly turned on. She tried not to move, but the more she thought about her situation, the more turned on she became. She REALLY didn’t want this to be a dream.
His slave heard movement. She turned her head to where her Master had been sitting. He was gone. Where did he go? It wasn’t long before she had an answer. He stepped back into the kitchen from the living room, nude. Natalie was struggling to keep her place now. She wanted to jump him and fuck his brains out right now, but His slave knew that she had to wait for him to finish dessert.
“Hope you didn’t miss me too much, but I can’t ruin my clothes with your dessert. Can I?” He was licking his lips.
“No, Master. We couldn’t have that, and you need to enjoy all of your dessert. I made it just for you.” Natalie throat was dry. She realized that she was holding her breath in anticipation.
Her Master moved down next to her feet. Natalie couldn’t see him since she couldn’t sit up. She wondered what he was doing down there. She hadn’t put any chocolate that far down.
“You know that I planned all this, don’t you?” His voice sounded... shaky, nervous?
“Of course, you’re my Master. This is how it works, isn’t it?” Natalie was suddenly unsure of herself. Wasn’t she doing what her Master wanted?
“And so you know what’s about to happen, don’t you?”
A short pause... Natalie took a deep breath.
“I hope so. I think you’re about to fuck me.” She waited for his reply.
She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yes, but just to make sure you enjoy it.” She heard him say, just before he reach out with his tongue and lick the bottom of her feet.
Natalie’s reaction was immediate. Her mind was clouded by pure lust as a wave of pleasure ripped through her. Natalie somehow managed to stay in place while her Master’s tongue danced over her feet. He sucked her big toe. That was the point that Natalie felt her first orgasm.
She was writhing in place. Her Master slowly kissed his way up her legs to her knees, past her thighs, to the bottom of her “skirt”. He began to lick the chocolate away, taking some of the whipped cream with it. Natalie’s skirt was already getting dangerously short. Just as she feels his tongue on her cunt, clearing away the chocolate and whipped cream, he pulls away. Climbing onto her, he pauses for a moment to suck her nipples and enjoy the cherries that she had hidden there.
There was a beautiful, sloppy, chocolate covered kiss between Master and slave that both enjoyed for what seemed like eternity, and then much to Natalie’s delight. She felt her Master enter her. He was about to fuck her. The first thrust felt so gentle to her. She could tell that for some reason, her Master cared, but it also again, felt familiar.
Natalie knew this man. She looked back up at him. Her breath caught in her throat. It was... It couldn’t be... but it was...
“Robert!” Natalie managed to squeak out.
“So it did work, you remember me now.” He still had that wonderful smile.
Somehow Natalie knew she needed to stop this to find out why he was doing this, but her mind was consumed by desire. She needed to fuck. The answer would wait for later. She needed this man now, and she was going to have him and please him.
As Robert moved deeper into Natalie, there were no words. Both were lost in the pleasure and the release that they had both longed for all day. Natalie’s only thoughts were of ways to increase this wonderful man’s pleasure, and Robert was lost in his thoughts. His body enjoying the pleasure, while his mind focused on the next steps that must be taken.
Natalie wasn’t sure, but she could remember at least three orgasms she had before her Master, before Robert finally came. They were both a mess of chocolate and whipped cream, but they were both happy.
“Robert, we have to talk about this. How? Why?” Natalie’s mind was finally working again, and she was in shock.
Robert simply put his hands to her lips.
“First, Natalie, relax,” Robert stated, and Natalie knew that was not a request.
She felt the tension and worry just evaporate. She took a deep breath and continued.
“Ok, but ...” Natalie still was trying to make sense of all of this.
“Come with me.” Robert said as he climbed off the table. Natalie noticed that she still hadn’t moved.
Natalie smiled.
“I thought that was what I just did.” His slave flashed her Master a wicked grin.
“Well, true, but we need a shower, unless you want to live with that.” He smiled, pointing at her body.
“Ok, but afterwards?” Natalie begged as she climbed down off the table.
“Yes, Natalie, we’ll talk. Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Maybe this was too soon.”
“No, Master.” The words just came out. “I just don’t understand.”
“You will. You will.” And with a light slap against her ass, he headed her toward the shower.
Though both were spent from their first round of love-making, the shower seemed a lot smaller than it had that morning. They held each other close as they washed. Soft caresses, kisses as they cleaned. It wasn’t long before their passion had returned, but Robert wouldn’t let her get out of control. He had amazing self-control.
Long before Natalie was ready, she and her Master were toweling each other off, and then Natalie slipped back into the clothes that she had worn that morning. Was it already time for her to leave?
“Why am I getting dressed again, Robert? Can’t I stay a little longer?” Natalie was on the verge of tears at the thought of leaving.
Robert simply held her in his arms.
“Of course you can stay, silly little girl, but if you didn’t dress, neither of us would be interested in talking for very long.”
“Not that I’m wearing that much now.”
“Would you rather put your dress back on?” Robert asked.
“Like you said, if I wore that, neither of us would be interested in talking for very long.”
Robert put his hand to her chin, lifted her face to his, and kissed her again. Natalie stood there kissing her Master until he broke the kiss and lead her to the couch.
“Now, I think it is time that you know why all this happened.”
Her Master sat Natalie down next to him on the couch, and with a care that seemed deeper than any she could remember, he began to explain.
“Do you remember why we broke up?” he asked.
“Not really. It was our anniversary, I think, and we had a fight. It all happened so fast”
“Well, here’s a gift for you,” Robert said, “Now is the time to remember.”
With those words, the memories came flooding back. Tonight was one month since hers and Robert’s one-year anniversary. That day had been so special. They had spent the day together. In the same outfit that she was wearing now, he had taken her out for an expensive dinner. The patrons at the restaurant had done nothing but stare at her, and the waiters wouldn’t stay away. She knew they were hoping to catch a glimpse down her top, but she didn’t mind. It was her gift to Robert.
They had spent the evening (after a round or two of sex) talking about life, their hopes, dreams, and fantasies. That had been the beginning of the end. Natalie told her fantasies about being a more domesticated woman, and Robert had liked it a little too much. He thought she really wanted it. They way she had followed him around all day, all the little things that she had done for him over the year.
After meeting her mom, Robert had no doubt as to why she became a feminist, but he wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be one. The problem was that he told Natalie that. Natalie had gotten so mad. She had thrown Robert out, but he could see the fear in her eyes, the fear that she really did want it. Natalie had gone to bed crying that night.
Natalie was crying now, again.
“Why?!” Natalie was a sea of emotion. Anger, Fear, Arousal...
Robert reached out again, and pulled her close. He kissed her forehead.
“Because you wanted it. Or have you just been lying to me this whole time?”
In a weak, timid voice, Natalie answered, “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“There’s really only one way to find out. Let’s go back to your place.”
Robert pulled Natalie to her feet walked her three doors back down to her apartment. They entered and looked around. Natalie sighed.
“Good. Sarah’s not here. What would she think if she saw me like this?”
“She might think you’re finally starting to figure out who you are.”
Natalie leaned back into Robert’s strong chest.
“You think she knows?” Natalie asked.
“Sarah and I did talk some when we were dating, and she knew you weren’t happy with yourself. She thought you were missing something. She hoped maybe I was it.”
Natalie turned and gave Robert a small kiss.
“Maybe you are, so how do we find out if this is really what I want?”
“Easy.” Robert replied. “This is still Sarah’s room, right?”
“Yes...”
“Let’s go in.”
“But we stay out of each other’s stuff when the other person’s gone.”
“I don’t think Sarah will mind.” Robert said, pulling Natalie in the room with him.
“Now what?” Natalie asked.
“Now, you have a choice, like you have since the beginning. You can be my girl, and then you’ll strip and masturbate on your roommate’s bed for my amusement. Or you can walk out of the room, and I’ll leave. We can keep dating on your terms, or not. It is all your choice.” And Robert stepped back, next to the door.
Natalie couldn’t believe it. She really had enjoyed all of this, but what if Sarah came back and caught her? Ohhh but she wanted to. It was around this time that she realized that she had already unbuttoned her shirt. She knew her decision, since there really wasn’t a decision to make. She was a slave, and she would obey.
Natalie took off her shirt and handed it to Robert. As she slipped out of her skirt, she looked at Robert.
“How does this prove anything?” Natalie asked.
“You’ll see,” was Robert’s only reply.
Natalie climbed onto Sarah’s bed and spread her legs. Once she had slipped two fingers inside herself, she found her rhythm and let the arousal do its work. She was just obeying and enjoying every second of it.
“Sarah, come out now.”
The door to Sarah’s closet opened, and Sarah stepped out. She was still nude. Natalie was so overcome, so shocked that... she came.
“SARAH” Natalie gasped, “What” a wave of pleasure “are you doing here?”
She looked at Sarah, but it was Robert who answered.
“It seems that Sarah had been reading your chat logs. At first, Tuesday, I think, Sarah snuck in your room and read the chat logs that your computer kept or our chats. The only problem was that she fell under my spell just like you did. It seems she has the same fantasies you do. While you were cleaning today, I was finishing Sarah’s programming.” Robert had an evil smirk.
“I thought you wanted me.” Natalie was near tears again. Had it all been a lie?
Robert moved to Natalie, and hugged her tightly.
“Yes, I want you. Sarah was a gift to you. You’ve been worried about how she would take it. You’ve been worried you’d be alone in this. This is my way of helping, but she has no idea about any of this. A word and she’ll forget all of it.”
Natalie was frozen. It was all true, but was it what she wanted?
“But we’ll be equal. I’ll just be a slave to you like her?”
“No, sweetie,” Robert moved a hand down her back, “Sarah will be both our slaves.”
“She wants that?”
“Ask her yourself.” Robert released her. “Sarah is still in a trance. She hasn’t heard a word we’ve said so far. Would you like to ask her?”
“Yes,” Natalie said with much more confidence than she felt right then.
Robert snapped his fingers, and Sarah blushed.
“Hi, Natalie.” Sarah finally spoke, her nipples were hard. She was enjoying this.
“Sarah, I’m sorry I got you involved in this.”
“Don’t be. I want this. You know I’ve had this fantasy too. We’ve talked about it.”
That was true, but was it right? Natalie was caught in another dilemma. She turned back to Robert.
“So you say I always have a choice. What’s my choice now?”
“Well, Sarah has made her choice. She will serve me, but you still do have the choice. We can stop now, or you can accept this. Then, Sarah will serve us both. Sarah, go get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sarah replied and then bounced off to another room.
“She didn’t call you Master?” Natalie was curious.
“Sarah is a servant, a maid, but you are my personal slave. I told you there was a difference. Sarah simply wants to serve, who knows for how long, but you want a life with a man, not servitude, but submission. True?”
“Yes, Master.” It was undeniable.
“Sarah will tire of her new life and choose to leave. I won’t stop her, but you are choosing to give yourself to me fully. You are choosing a life as my little woman. That makes you a slave. That makes you my little woman. Though, parts of you aren’t so little.” Her Master said cupping her right breast.
Sarah bounced back in, wearing an outfit made of the same material as her Donna Reed-type dress, but it was a maid’s outfit. Sarah kneeled at their feet, and Robert kissed Natalie.
“Just a gift to help you out with the housework.”
“Right, and you won’t ever have us do a 69 for you?” Natalie smiled. “Because if you didn’t, I’d probably be disappointed, Master.”
“I knew there was a reason I loved you.”
That is the end of Robert, Natalie and Sarah’s story. Robert and Natalie stayed together for the rest of their lives. Natalie kept the house for Robert; after all, he really didn’t live in that apartment. He had a place on the other side of town. Sarah moved in and served both Robert and Natalie for almost three years, and then, she moved on. Sarah and Natalie’s friendship though never died, and in some obvious ways, they became even closer.
It wasn’t until almost 5 years later though that Natalie started a real family. She had twins. Elizabeth and Rachel learned very early about their mother and father’s lifestyle. They grew up in an interesting household and had to make their own choices, but that... is another story.