Angel In Training

I wake up, stretching lazily as the first rays of morning sun appear thru the curtains. I reach across the bed, expecting to find Brad still sleeping. But he's not there. Hmmm...that's unusual, he never wakes up before I do. Oh well; first time for everything, I guess. I slip into my robe and head toward the kitchen and the smell of coffee.

Coffee and cigarette in hand, I peak around the corner of the doorway into the computer room. I smile, I should have known I'd find him in here, burning CD's or playing a game.

"Hi Babe" I say, walking toward him. Brad looks up, startled. With a few swift mouse clicks, whatever he was working on disappears.

"Whatcha doin'?" I ask, slipping my arms around him and kissing his neck.

"Nothing." He answers. I frown at him, thinking he's behaving rather oddly.

"Whatever!" I think to myself as I turn and start out of the room.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asks as I reach the door.

"Sure. What's up?" I ask, pulling up a chair.

"Last night. What was wrong with you?" he asks.

"What do you mean, what was wrong? Nothing" I answer, struggling to figure out what he's referring to.

"When you used the code word last night. Why did you do that?" Brad asked.

"Well, just because I didn't want to do what you wanted me to do. Isn't that why we came up with the code word in the first place?" I answered, beginning to get irritated. We often play Master/slave games, more and more often lately it seems. When we began doing it, we devised a code word so that if there was something that I REALLY didn't want to do, I could say that word and he would know that I wasn't playing. I used the code word last night, and I thought he had seemed a little upset about it then. But that made no sense to me...

"Well, I thought that was the reason we were doing the Master/slave roles...so I could make you do things you otherwise wouldn't do. I thought you enjoyed that."

"Brad, I do. To a point. But sometimes I'm just not in the mood for some of the stranger things you think up." I say, trying to make light of it.

"Then what's the fucking point of doing it?" he asks, clearly upset. He gets up then and storms out of the room. I sit for a long time and stare at the doorway. "This can't be happening" I think. It was just so weird. This was supposed to be fun, a 'game' of sorts. He'd begun to take this WAY too seriously, in my opinion. True, I enjoyed it, very much. But maybe it was time to stop for a while. Sighing, I get up and head toward the shower. Too many things to do today to think about this right now.

"Ready to go?" I ask, determined to be cheerful after this morning's rough start. I'd promised Brad I would go with him to look for some new computer equipment, and I was not going to let our disagreement ruin the entire day.

"Yes" he answered enthusiastically. As we walked out the door, he was smiling and chatting, more like his "usual self". I breathed a sigh of relief, maybe it was going to be a great day after all.

When we had made our way into town, he commented "Oh. I need to stop someplace on the way. Guy on the internet I found this morning who has something I'm interested in looking into." He said.

"Ok." I answer happily, just glad he's not still upset with me. I smile at him; he's always adding some little toy or another to his collection of "gadgets" to hook up to the computer.

We pull into the driveway, and I let out a whistle in appreciation. "This guy's got some place here" I comment. The house sits very far off the road, surrounded by trees and a long, winding drive. Situated on a hill is the house, constructed of cedar and stone. It's beautiful. When he stops the car in front of the house, Brad asks me to come in with him. We're greeted at the door by an attractive man in his early 40's. "Hmm..." I think to myself, "Gorgeous house belongs to a gorgeous guy", and I smile slightly. He introduces himself as "Brent". He's around 6'2" , very nicely built, black hair, mustache, short-trimmed beard.

"I'll show you what we were talking about this morning" Brent says to Brad as he gestures to the hallway.

Ands to me he says with a smile, "I'll bring him right back. Make yourself at home" .

I sit down, taking in the inside of the house, which is just as impressive as the outside. It reminded me almost of a lodge of some kind; comfortable rustic-themed furniture and a large stone fireplace along one wall. Exposed beams graced the ceiling, and recessed lighting gave the whole place a relaxing glow.

"Hey Babe, come here a minute" I hear Brad's voice calling, stirring me out of my thoughts. I get up and walk in the direction that he and the man had disappeared into.

When I find the room that they are in, I walk thru the door. Spotting Brad, I say playfully "Whatcha need, Baby?"

"I need my slave to learn her place" he answers, gripping my wrist tightly as he pulls me into the room and kicks the door shut.

I pull my arm back hard, trying to get away from him, saying "What the fuck is your problem, Brad? Have you totally lost it??" My anger beginning to get the best of me, I push him backwards hard with my free hand. As I struggle to get free, I feel him grasp my other wrist and begin to pull them behind me.

"Let Me Go, you asshole!" I scream at him, VERY upset now. He makes no reply as I feel handcuffs being tightened around my wrists. "There's no way this is happening" I think to myself in panic, as I feel hands on my shoulders pushing me to the floor.

"Get on your knees like a proper slave" I hear an unfamilar voice say. In my confusion and panic, I had forgotten that Brent was even in the room.

"What is going on? Why are you doing this?" I ask, looking into his face.

"Lesson #1. Do not ever look your Master in the face without permission." He answers roughly, putting his hands on both sides of my head and forcing my head downward until it felt my neck was going to snap. The constant pressure left me no choice but to lower my head to look at the floor. As soon as he let go, I snapped my head up to look at Brad, screaming at him to let me up. Once again, Brent's hands pressured my head back into the same position, staring at the floor.

"This one is going to take a while. Did you bring the things I told you to?" He asked Brad.

"Yes" Brad answered, "They're in the car. I'll go get them".

As Brad went out, shutting the door behind him, Brent said to me, "Do you know why you are here, slave?"

"I'm not your fucking slave, you idiot!" I practically spit the words at him. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt his hand on the back of my shirt, pulling me to my feet. I staggered to remain standing as I felt something strike my ass and lower back.

"You are here, SLAVE," he began, "because your Master is displeased with you. Because you do not follow orders; you do not make your Master happy. We shall change all that."

"Where is Brad?" I demanded, looking toward the door.

"I'm quite certain he has continued on his way by now, as I asked him to do. He was to leave your things in the hallway and leave you to my care. If all goes well, I will be calling him soon to come and pick his well-behaved slave up. How long that will be is entirely up to you" Brent said, speaking each word slowly, as though I could not comprehend simple English. When he had finished speaking, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me backwards, toward the wall. From behind, I could hear the sound of chain rattling, and felt a weight on my bound wrists. Watching me carefully, he moved across the room. Seeing that he was no longer within striking distance, I moved toward the door. After 4-5 steps, my arms were jerked painfully backward as I realized my wrists were chained to the wall. Tears of frustration and rage sprang to my eyes.

"Please let me go" I pleaded softly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Don't you see that this is for your own good, little slave? Don't you want to make your Master happy with you?" he asked, just as softly.

"You don't understand. It's just a Game" I tell him, trying to make reason and sense of all this.

"Perhaps to you it's only a game. To your Master, it is far more than that. And it shall be to you, too; soon"

I watch as Brent opens the door and walks out, leaving me in this unfamiliar place. Angry and frightened, I sit down against the wall and cry.

What seemed like several hours later (There is no clock here in this room, no time), I heard a key turn in the lock. I smile wryly, thinking "Why bother to lock me in when I'm already chained?". The door opens and Brent steps inside.

"Hello, slave. Time for your first lesson. What is my name?" He asks.

"Brent" I answer tiredly; not bothering to look up from where my head is resting on arms which are propped on my knees. Yes, I knew the answer that he wanted, but I wasn't going to give it to him.

I hear him exhale loudly. "Get up, slave" he commands. I ignore his request. He walks over and lifts me off the floor by my shirt once again. "I said Stand Up, slave!". I have no choice this time, as I am pulled upward.

"Now" he begins, "we will start with the most basic behavior, as I must say yours is terrible. You seem to be seriously lacking in humility for a slave". As he says this, I see that he is holding a very large knife.

"Oh God" I think, "He's a psycho." I watch as he comes toward me with the knife and places the point of it delicately against the hollow between my breasts. I don't move, I don't even breath.

"Humility, slave. That's the main thing." He says slowly. As he speaks, I feel the knife cut easily thru my shirt and bra. My mind slowly comprehends this as he continues to make gentle, graceful cuts until he has removed all of my clothes in this way, the blade never making the first nick in my skin. "Oh, and you must trust your Master completely" he says with a smile.

He lays the knife aside and comes toward me. I move back against the wall, knowing even as I do so that it's useless. I stare straight ahead, determined not to let him see that I'm frightened. I feel his hands gently touch my breasts, pulling my nipples playfully. Next, his head moves down and I feel his mouth sucking on my nipples, which are hardening in spite of everything. He remains like that a long time, teasing and sucking my hard nipples. I can feel the excitement growing inside me; I can't believe what's happening; can't believe that this man who has treated me so badly is going to bring my treacherous body to orgasm. His hand finds my wet pussy and begins to tease that also. Slipping his fingers deep inside me, I feel my body move against him; I try to make myself stop but I can't.

He steps away from me, smiling as he says "Mmm...I see that you do enjoy sex, slave. Good. That will make your training much easier. Now, get on your knees, slave."

I hesitate for a moment, not knowing what to do. Not wanting to submit to this treatment; but realizing that I'll get away from here sooner if I cooperate. I slowly sink to my knees and put my head down. Of course, I know how he wants me to behave. Brad and I had played this game many times. I could play it once more in order to get away from this man. I smiled to myself at that thought; I'd beat him at his own game. I'd be the perfect 'slave' until I got out of here. Then Brad was going to be in serious trouble!

"That's better, slave. Oh, you are trainable" he says. "Now, once again; What is my name?"

"Master" I answer quietly.

I hear Brent move to the corner of the room and unlock the cabinet there. Next I feel him move around behind me and unlock the chains which are attached to my wrists. I don't move, but remain on my knees with my head down.

"Come here, slave" he says. Smiling to myself at my quick thinking, I crawl on my knees to where he is sitting, stopping in front of the chair.

"Good, slave. You will learn" I hear him say. "Look at me". I raise my head to look at him, stretching my body upward till I'm sitting back on my knees with my back straight. He reaches down and strokes my hard nipples, causing me to arch my back against his hand. I watch as he fastens the clips to them, making my nipples even harder. When they are fastened, he picks up the chain between my breasts and tugs roughly on it, pulling my nipples painfully.

"Do you like that, slave?" he asks

"Yes, Master" I answer, truthfully.

He gets up then and tells me lean against the chair, facing away from him. As he takes a position behind me, I give in to a secret smile. I mean, he IS nice-looking, in spite of it all, and I knew when he moved behind me that he intended to fuck his temporary 'slave'. I would make Brad very sorry that he had done this. I would be a good little 'slave', which meant of course that it was my "duty" to make sure this Master was WELL taken care of. I moved my legs slightly further apart, waiting to feel his cock bury itself inside me. Then I felt the leather of the strap land solidly on my bare ass. I screamed, both in pain and surprise, straightening up quickly.

"Bend over, slave. Stay that way until I tell you to move", I heard him say. I was once again torn between hating this man, hating Brad, and wanting to get out of here. Knowing that the only real way out was to do what I had to do to make this man believe he'd "trained" me. I resumed my position against the chair. The strap stung my ass again, and again. Not hard enough to cause damage, but it hurt none the less. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. I didn't move; waiting to be told that I could. Then I felt the strap again, brushing delicately against my pussy, caressing and very softly slapping against the dampness. I moaned softly, spreading my legs for the erotic touch of the leather. Just as quickly, it was gone.

"Kneel, slave." I dropped to my knees and put my head down, as I knew he wanted me to do. As I sat there awaiting instructions, I heard the door close, and the key turn in the lock.

When I was alone again, I lay down on the bed and tried to sort my tangled thoughts. I hated Brent. I hated Brad. I had to get out of here, soon. I had to make this man think that I'd become the perfect 'slave' so that he'd let me go. And something else creeping thru the dark recesses of my mind...wishing that this "Master" had fucked me.

The sound of the key in the lock jarred me from my sleep. I saw the door begin to open, and I quickly took my position of the floor even before he had completely entered the room. When he saw me, he began to laugh.

"Good Morning, slave" I heard him say. I did not answer; not yet. "You may speak." He said.

"Good Morning, Master" I answered, still looking at the floor.

"I have laid your things in the bathroom next door. You may take a shower and return here. Do not go anywhere else"

I suspected that this was some sort of test, to see if I would obey his orders. As soon as he left the room, I went next door. The things that Brad had brought from home were all laid out for my use. I showered, letting the very warm water wash away the stiffness and fear; feeling good for the first time since entering this house. There were no clothes here, so I assumed I was to be without them again today. When I had dried off, I returned to the room I had come from, waiting. Soon, Brent came back. I once again took my place on the floor like a 'good slave', thinking to myself that my idea seemed to be working quite well.

Brent looked down at me and said simply, "Follow me, slave."

I followed him thru the hallway I had come down yesterday, beginning this journey into something I could never have envisioned. He went into the living room, where I could see thru the large windows that daylight was just beginning to break. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace.

"Sit, slave." I heard him say as he positioned himself on the sofa. I walked over to where he was sitting and gracefully dropped to the floor beside him. I heard him laugh softly. "Very good, slave. Now get on your hands and knees". I did as he asked, encouraged by his response, hoping this would be my last day in this place.

"Spread your legs, slave" he said. As I did, I felt his hands touch my thighs, brushing lightly against my skin as they traveled upward. I felt his fingers slide deep into my pussy; I rocked my hips back to meet him. "Don't do that" he admonished quietly. I stopped, concentrating hard on remaining still as his hands and then his mouth began to explore my body. I felt his tongue flick across my clit, making my mind go blank of everything except the need to be fulfilled. I felt two, and then three fingers slip into my wet pussy as his mouth teased and sucked. He stopped suddenly, saying "Look at me, slave". I raised my head to watch as he stood up. His long fingers unfastening his pants quickly, he let them slip to the floor and kicked them aside. My eyes raked hungrily over his body, noting the hard muscles, perfectly sculptured lines, and his massive cock. My body began to tingle at the sight of him; wanting him; not caring how or why. I resumed my posture on the floor as he sank to his knees behind me. I felt his cock enter me with one thrust, taking my breath away.

"Show me, slave" he said quietly. I needed no explanation; I knew what he wanted. I began to move my hips back and forth, sliding his huge cock in and out of my pussy, wanting this so badly. My orgasms came rapidly, one on top of the other, until his cock was drenched with my cum. I felt him pull out of me quickly, then pressing himself hard against my ass; wanting that also. I clenched my fists, grabbing onto the carpet, determined not to cry out or do anything wrong as his cock spread my ass painfully. "Keep showing me, slave. Show me that you want to please your Master" he coaxed. I bit my lower lip hard as I concentrated on not feeling the pain of having my ass fucked by his gigantic hard cock. I moved against him, harder and faster, trying to make him cum. The more accustomed my ass became to his size, the more I began to enjoy it. Soon I was fucking him as much for my own pleasure as his. Before long, I felt him pull out, and his warm cum spray across my ass. As I sat there on my knees, reveling in the feeling of being so well fucked, I heard him get up and go down the hall. He returned a few moments later, having washed himself off, and sat down on the sofa once again. I remained on the floor, not moving until I was told to.

"Come here, slave" he said. I turned toward him once more and sat on the floor beside him. "Look" he commanded. As I looked up, I saw that he was slowly stroking his cock, which was hard. I continued to stare at him, amazed that he could recover so quickly. I could feel my own body grow hot at the thought of it. "Would you like to speak, slave?" he asked.

"Master, your slave would very much like to taste your cock; if it would please you, Sir" I answered. Not having to think about the words, they simply came out. As I said this, I saw him move his hand forward, offering his cock to my mouth. I slid him into my mouth, savoring the heat and taste of his cock. Slowly moving my mouth up and down the shaft, teasing it with my tongue and lightly with my teeth. I could hear him moan softly, encouraging me to continue. After a while, I felt him pull gently on my arms, gesturing for me to stand up. He slid toward the edge of the sofa as I straddled his body. He held his stiff cock in position as I lowered myself onto him. I gasped as the size of him filled my hot pussy; cumming almost as soon as he was inside. I rocked my hips against him, making myself cum over and over again; coating his hard cock with my juice. I continued to ride his cock, loving the feeling of my body so full of him. I felt his teeth pull gently on my hard nipples, sending currents of excitement thru my quivering body. As I felt his body begin to tense slightly, I slid down from him and took his cock in my mouth again. When his cock slid deep into my waiting mouth, his cum began to flow into my mouth in waves. I swallowed and took still more of his cum; wanting all of it; wanting to satisfy him totally. I heard his breathe coming in ragged gasps as he patted his chest, wanting me there. I curled up next to him, laying me head against his chest as he stroked my hair.