Chapter One
It's been several months since my graduation from my Master's Institution. Where they train men and women how to become better submissives and slaves. Upon graduating, my Master offered me his collar and I've become his house slave. I used to cut his hair in my salon and I instantly felt an attraction. The rest is history. Now I live in his penthouse suite in the luxurious Wilkerson Hotel. It takes up two whole floors. I live there with my Master and his wife and submissive Chloe and sometimes their big black bull slave Max. We are one happy and contented pod.
Things have been going along very smoothly. I have gotten into the routine of service in my Master's home. My days are basically divided into three areas of service.
Physical - cleaning around the house, dishes, and laundry. I clean the toys and equipment after a night of play.
Emotional - listening patiently to Master, Mistress, and Max, as need arrises. They all have worries and try my best to offer support and my love.
Sexually - as the house slave, this includes, but is not limited to, offering my slut holes at any time to any of the pod members or anyone at the whim of Master Kesler or Mistress Chloe. (although I've never been asked, I would for Max too. I have a crush on his big black cock.)
As I was saying everything was going along great. That is until something happened that brought my step-monster Gayle back into my life.
She married my dad about two months after my Mother died. We never got along. She was always coming between me and my Father. While I couldn't compete with her for my Father's affection (she was only five years older than me and sleeping with him) I understood why he chose her over me, she was a very attractive girl, and my father was lonely.
I left home when I was 16. Finished school the next year and got my certificate to cut hair. When my Father died the next year, he had left me some money but I wasn't old enough to get it. Gayle offered to loan me enough to get my salon started but I would have to pay her back. It really was just her way of trying to control my life again.
My salon was very successful and I was able to pay her back before I turned 21 and could receive the little bit my Dad left me. Well, long story short, she kept my money. I blew it off, thinking it was worth not having her in my life.
When I recently sold my salon, the bank never sent me the money. Although I actually owned it outright, her name had been on the originally deed. So when the sale went down the bank somehow screwed up and gave her the money.
I called her to inquire about it and she went off that I had never paid her back and she had already spent the money as she had fallen on hard times. She told me that she already had been reading the papers that I was some Billionaire's booty call. (if she only knew) So she told me I didn't need the money as much as she did. That I could just spread my legs for the Billionaire's and he'd write me a check.
She had always been very degrading towards me. I think she was jealous of me and daddy. She once told her friend that there was something sexual going on between me and my Father. Nothing could be further from the truth. I loved my daddy, we would cuddle together but it was never in a sexual way. That was when I left home.
Now she was threatening to go to the celebrity magazines and tell them a bunch of lies about me and Master. With Master's permission I agreed to meet with her and see if there was a way to get out of this situation.
Master and I met her in the restaurant located on the first floor of the Wilkerson Hotel. We were there having drinks when she was brought to our table. She was still a stunning young woman of 29. She was seated and ordered a drink. I introduced her to Master. She immediately asked about my collar and I explained that I was his slave. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
That's when Master, who had been quiet up till now, told her in no uncertain terms, that if she didn't give back the money, that he would contact his lawyer and sue her for every penny she and her current husband had. She started to cry, saying that she married her current husband for money and he had fallen on hard times and lost everything. She explained that she had spent the money to stop the foreclosure of their home. Gayle told Master that if he tried to sue her, she would go to the gossip rags and spill all his secrets if he didn't write her a big check today.
I was crying. Master sweetly touch my face and wiped my tears away. He told Gayle that if she would come upstairs to his penthouse, he would write her a check. I squeezed his hands because I didn't want him to do that, but I didn't say anything because I figured he didn't want our lifestyle made public.
Master made a call upstairs, I had assumed it was to let Chloe know we were coming up. But when the elevator to our floor opened up, Michael, Master's driver, was there with a black bag and quickly placed it over Gayle's head and she was dragged into the penthouse.
Master and Michael restrained Gayle to a chair in the den and removed the bag. I still didn't know what was going on. Gayle was screaming that she was going to press charges for kidnapping. She was calling me a slut because I was now naked except for my collar.
When Master started to talk with Gayle, he explained that what she had done with the money from the salon, she could go to prison for a long time. That she would lose everything she had, including her home.
Master said that he would agree to write her a check for $1,100,000 but on one condition that was not negotiable. Her ears perked up when she heard that figure. Master told her that she would have to submit to him for the next three days, from Friday until Sunday. She would be his personal slave and would have to do everything he requested without hesitation.
She was quiet, mulling over his offer. I was still lost. Did Master want her to become part of the pod? Was he attracted to her? When she agreed, my heart sank. I ran to the room and fell on my bed. Chloe followed me, She told me to trust Master. That he was in control of what was going on.
When he came into my room, he sat beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. He dried my tears with his thumb, and lifted my chin with his finger. He looked into my eyes. He told me to trust him. He was going to make sure that this ended here and now. He would make sure that Gayle never bothered me again. I kissed his hand and told I'm sorry for my momentary lack of faith. He kissed me sweetly and left the room.
Chapter Two
(Gayle's point of view)
What have I gotten myself in to? Yeah, I had made a mistake in taking Amy's money but I didn't think I would go to prison for it. But I can't afford to pass up this deal. This money would get Hal and I back on track, hell maybe I could just split with the money and never go back. But if this Kesler guy thinks he can get over on me, he's got another thing coming.
I'm still tied up to this chair when Kesler comes walking up. He's a good looking man, I have to give him that. But I'm not to bad myself. I take care of my body. I have long "bottle" blond hair. I'm not a skinny chicken like the girls in the magazines these day, but I have some curse and I'm proud of them. I still turn the guys heads with my 34-24-38 figure. My pillowy natural DD boobs have always been my best asset, that is, next to my big bottom. I haven't had a ticket since high school.
Kesler comes and sits down in front of me. He says nothing at first, just stares at me. He's checking my body out. I give him a little twirl of my hair and bat my eyelashes at him. When I lick my lips, he stops me cold.
"Save it Gayle, your seductive powers are useless on me."
He reaches over and squeezes my breast. His strong hand feels nice. as I bite my lip. He stands and walks around my chair, stalking me. I'm still restrained, as his hands gather my hair and he pulls it into and ponytail and secures it. His warm hands touch my neck, encircling it. I feel his breath on my neck and ear.
"Am I getting you wet Gayle? Is that cold as ice cunt of yours waking up?"
I'm taken aback by his crude language but I do have to admit I feel something stirring in my core. I would never tell him this, but I feel my body starting to heat up.
"No, nothing yet Kesler," I lie.
His hands slipped beneath my blouse, then into the cups of my bra. His strong hands squeezed my soft mounds. My nipples crinkled under his palms. He pulled his hands into my heaving chest, flattening my peaked tips, sending a charge down between my legs. I was biting my lip, as my body was beginning to betray me. I could feel his breath, as his warm soft lips nipped on the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine.
"Your body tells me different sugar. Your breath is ragged, and your nipples could cut diamonds."
His hand moved up my chest and wrapped around my throat. His wet lips found mine. His warm tongue parted my lips and claimed my mouth. His thumb and finger grasped my turgid nipple and teased it, twisting. His tongue delving further down my throat. I was losing control. I could feel my folds leaking as this man claims me. When I was about to give myself over to him, he stopped.
"Wh...what did i do?"
"Nothing sugar. I just think you're overdressed." I saw his lip start to curl.
He left the room and returned with a pair of scissors in his hands.
"Wait, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to rectify your clothing issue."
With that he began cutting my blouse down the front. Once it was halfway, he just ripped it open. My chest was heaving as he slipped the scissors between my globes and snipped my expensive bra.
"Hey you idiot! You're going to pay for that."
"That would be a matter of opinion."
After he cut the rest of my blouse away, my mams are on display for him. He tweaked my hardened nips. Then started to undo my pants.
"Hey, let me just take them off for you, don't cut them."
"Alright, you're going to be a good girl right?"
"I promise."
He unsnapped the restraint that held me to the chair. I rubbed my wrists and gave him an angry look. I attempted to covered my breasts and he slapped my arms away.
"First rule sugar. You never cover your self from me. I own your body for three days. Understand?"
" OK. OK. I get it."
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. His eyes look right into my soul.
" Second rule. When I ask you a question or give you a command, the appropriate response is always yes Sir or no Sir. Now do you understand?"
"Y...yes Sir."
"Now stand and remove those pants. I want to see what you've got to offer me."
I stand up and just look at him, trying to be bratty. I hesitate just enough that it must have tried his patience with me, because he grabbed both my wrists and pull them behind my back. He forces be down over a sofa. Holding both my wrists with one hand, his other works the snap of pants. They're wrestled down to my ankles.
"Put your hands behind your head Gayle."
"Y...yes Sir,"
I comply as he grasps the back of neck and holds me down. His finger slips into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down below my rump. I am bent over his sofa, naked from the waist up, and now with my pants at my ankles and panties down to my thighs. I feel so exposed, He now knows his effect on me, because my panties are soaked through.
Chapter Three
My breath is ragged as he holds me bent over his sofa. This man doesn't play around. He kicks my ankles to get me to spread them farther apart.
