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Scott was reading by the fireplace as Angel finished with the chores in the kitchen. Angel was deep in thought, again. She liked to think things out. She is also a bit of a "worry wart" when she lets her insecurities get the better of her. Angel also likes to be prepared for whatever may be asked of her. It has been a little over a week since Marilynn left and Master seems to have changed. Angel feared that Master had been regretting his decision to send the others away and to keep her. Then again there was the other side of Master's changes.
With a slight internal smile as she thought about the wonderful changes that had been made over the last week. One of the best changes was her sleeping quarters had been moved downstairs to Master's bedroom. Angel liked the fact that she was now sleeping with her Master every night. It was wonderful to feel him during the night. To wake up and hear him breathing. To feel his hand reach over to her and take her hand. They would often hold hands as they slept during the night.
A broad smile spread itself across her face as she thought about the other things that Master would hold during the night. There was that marvelous feeling of security that she got from the little chain binding her ankle to the bed every night. These little things kept her wet all the time. Master always found her wet and ready anytime he wanted to insert his fingers and do what he would call, "a pussy check.". Even in the middle of the night.
Angel loved that there were no longer other women in the cabin seeking her Master's attention. Master made love to her several times a day, and Angel loved that as well. There were the mornings that they would wake at the same time and Master would make love to her before they even got up for the day. Then there were the mornings that they showered together and she would take him in her mouth until he had his release.
They spent their days on the lake, or riding the horses around Master's property. There were picnics on a blanket, and most of these included her being wrapped up in his arms as they fondled each other. At times they would masturbate each other to climax, then there were the times that it was just heavy petting. Then again there were those times that Master would mount her and those times she would ride his cock.
Angel loved all of these things. What troubled her was the lack of Master's interest in just taking her. Until Marilynn departed Scott set up something for them each and everyday. He did not ask. He just told them what they would be doing. Once things were set up as Master wanted he would tie her up and take her body for his pleasure which was always to her pleasure. Developing an argument in her mind Angel thought, 'After all I am a slave I should not, nor do I want to, have a choice in just how my Master fucks me.'
Oh, Master still kept her naked at all times. That is except for her collar, cuffs and butt plug. Angel would wear her work tunic when she was doing her chores like cooking or cleaning house. Generally she did these things while Master worked in the corner of the great room that was used as his office.
On second thought though, Angel's mind drifted to the other night. They had been lounging in front of the fireplace as they watched a little television. Master excused himself. Angel paid little attention thinking that he was just going to the restroom. Thinking back on that night it did take a little longer than normal, but she had been engrossed in the program and paid no particular attention to his absents. When Scott did return he said nothing as he rejoined her on the couch, and they picked up where they had left off in their petting and fondling.
At the completion of the show they were watching Master stood and held out a hand for her to take. He held her hand as he they walked together to the bedroom where he had set up a number of candles. The room was filled with the yellow glow from the candle light and there was an orchestra filling the room with the soft sound of music from the CD player. Taking her in his arms, kissing her, Master guided Angel towards the bed. There on the bed he laid her down ever so gently.
Angel adjusted her position on the bed to allow her Master to join her. She also moved her ankle over to the light weight chain that he would connect to her cuff each night so that she was bound to the bed. Angel loved to be bound for the night. In this case the connecting of her ankle cuff is mostly symbolic, but this symbolism works for her. She always felt more secure when her Master would bind her. On this night for some reason Master did not connect her to her chain.
Scott did join her on the bed and she held open her arms to receive him. As soon as her arms wrapped around him, Scott got right back to his kissing and petting. While he searched deep into her mouth with his tongue his right hand took hold of her left breast. Scott took a firm hold. He worked the breast as if he was working up bread dough. He was kneading her breast with his fingers as if he was mixing and forming it into a beautiful sphere. With ever movement of his fingers the tip of her nipple was brushing against the palm of his hand.
Angel's responses were very noticeable. The kneading of her breast as his palm rubbed lightly across her nipples was making her nipples very hard. Like little pebbles. These small projections from her body were not only hard as rocks, but they were also stretching out the skin as they pointed her breast towards the ceiling as if they had been sharpened by a pencil sharpener. In addition to these reactions Angel was getting wet. Very wet.
As Master adjusted his position from one breast to another, Angel would adjust herself as well. In so doing she was able to keep her legs open for her Master so she was ready when he wanted to have his rightful access to his slave. This simple act of submission was exciting to Angel and would make her juices flow in considerable proportions. The greater amounts of fluid between her legs would equal out to a greater amount of passion in her kissing and fondling. Her actions fed her desires and her desires fed her actions. It is a wonderful situation to be in where no mater what she does she can not lose.
In time Scott moved his attentions on Angel's nipples to his mouth. Sucking in each nipple in turn and gripping it lightly with his teeth as the tip of his tongue beat across the hardening flesh. Master kept increasing the pressure applied with his teeth little by little until Angel moaned and arched her back. Angel had never been a pain slut, but she did like the use of some pain to awaken the senses. Such pain would make every nerve ending within her body alive and seeking more and more stimulation.
Scott continued his oral attentions to Angel's nipples as he reach between her legs. Running his middle finger over her mound and between the fleshy folds of her slit. Forcing open the flowering petals of flesh that protected the opening to her womanhood. At the same time the flat, fleshy, part of his finger dragged itself right over the head of her clit. As his finger found the entrance to her tunnel of pleasure he sank it in as deep as it would go. Then curling his finger as if it was a hook Master dragged it back out over the area known to hold the 'G' spot.
His finger resting in the very opening. Stopped there just to tease her a little more. Then, slowly his hand moved back into her, only this time he was pushing two fingers as deep as they would go. Master found no resistance to his intrusion. The whole process was repeated again with the only difference being the insertion of the third finger this time. Again there was no resistance as Angel's fluids and passions were more than up to the task of accepting her Master deep within her.
