Angel sat and looked at the door into the empty hall where Mistress Marna had gone. She slowly moved from the bench and opened the sliding glass door. She could smell the salty breeze and hear the ocean as waves were lapping onto the shore. The pool down below reflected the sparkling rays of the setting sun. She crossed over to the bed and decided to lie down and rest still feeling physically and emotionally drained.
*****
"Are you hungry Angel?" a male voice said as a gentle hand shook her shoulder.
Angel's eyes sprang open. She realized that she had fallen asleep and it was now dark outside; the chandelier was on and dimmed. She sat up in bed and looked into the handsome face of yet another slave. This one had dark raven black hair and warm brown eyes. Muscular, like the others, and tanned. The only difference; he spoke to her!
"Ah, yes ... yes, I am," she spoke at first tentatively. "Just let me wash up. I'll be right back." She scooted off the bed and walked into the bathroom then noticed that there wasn't a door to shut. Again she blushed, but decided to proceed with using the facilities and cleaning up.
When Angel returned to the room, Andrew had set up a table and chair for her. He was just shutting the sliding glass door, "We might get a storm tonight and wouldn't want to damage the carpet."
Angel calmed her heart, "May I ask your name please?"
He gave her a slight smile, "My name is Andrew." He left and returned quickly with a tray and proceeded to set a table service for her.
"Andrew?" started Angel, "How come you're talking to me?"
He gave a little laugh, "Because Mistress Marna said I was allowed to of course."
She nodded in understanding. Of course, no one did anything without Mistress Marna's approval; not even to talk to her.
"Is there something else you would prefer?" questioned Andrew since she had not started to eat.
"Prefer?" inquired Angel.
"To eat; I'm chef here. If this is not to your palate then I will be happy to prepare something else," stated Andrew.
"Oh," sighed Angel. She took a bite of the food in front of her. It was very delicious and she savored the flavor. "I don't recognize the entree Andrew, but this is wonderful. How did you learn to cook like this?"
Andrew sat on the velvet cushioned bench and smiled. "I've always loved to cook even as a child. My mom would teach me to cook different dishes. So, one day I asked Mistress Marna if I might learn to be her chef and she agreed. She sent me to Paris to learn at one of the best culinary establishments."
Angel stared in disbelief, "You just asked her to go and she let you?"
"Yes. Why do you find that hard to believe?" asked Andrew.
Angel blushed, "I'm sorry. I'm just new to all this and don't really understand how it all works."
"Oh," stated Andrew nodding his head in understanding. "In that case, is there anything which you would care to ask me that might clarify your understanding?"
"Well," started Angel, "if it's allowed, can you tell me how you became a slave and all that?"
"Let's see," began Andrew, "I was working my way up the 'corporate ladder' so to speak, but kept feeling that there was something missing in my life. "Ever had that kind of feeling?"
Angel nodded her head; she'd felt that way for the last two years now.
"Anyway, some other guys from the company where I worked were going out for a night on the town trolling for whores and asked me if I wanted to come along. Said they were going to go to this new club they had heard about. I said sure and tagged along with them; I didn't know it was a Masters/Mistress club.
After we entered and sat at one of the tables, you can imagine our shock at seeing these men and women wearing collars with leashes and being ordered to do things. The stage lit up and this guy, Master, came on with this woman on a leash with no clothes on. We just stared as he whipped her with a riding crop and then she was ordered to masturbate and orgasm. I excused myself and headed to the bathroom where I jerked off quickly. When I returned, the others were gone and left me with the tab.
I paid of course, but kept my seat. The next on stage with a Mistress and her 'male slut' as she called him. He was ordered not to cum and she proceeded to use a flogger all over his body and genitals. The more she flogged him; the more excited he became. He didn't last and came on the stage. Said she was disappointed in him, told him to lick up his cum while she whipped his ass hard until he finished.
I just sat transfixed watching him do it and getting another hard on in the process. Then I realized I had just gotten another hard on myself watching. This time I left and went home, but the scenes kept on playing in my head over and over again.
After of month of jerking off each night with those scenes, I decided that I believed I was a submissive and wanted a Mistress. I wasn't sure how to go about it, so I went back to the club and asked to speak with the manager. As it happened, the owner was there when I was talking about what I wanted. He asked if I be interested in a Master and I shook my head 'no'; I was only interested in pleasing a Mistress. He said he would put 'feelers' out and asked for my name, address and phone number. I gave it to him and left.
Another month went by before he contacted me again. Asked if I was free for a long weekend for an interview with a perspective Mistress; they would have to fly me to her. I jumped at the chance. He gave me directions and said I was to bring nothing except the clothes on my back; that I would be met, blindfolded and flown to her estate.
I was nervous. Even after I arrived, the hood was kept on my head and my arms were cuffed behind my back. There was a long jeep ride and then I was brought into a cool cell where I was left; no one spoke to me. After waiting, I don't know how long, I heard a door open again and then heard Mistress Marna speak. She told me who she was and asked why I had decided to do this. She listened while I explained my story to her and was silent for a while after that.
Mistress Marna told me that she would take me on a one month trial basis and provided me with a "safe" word. If in the one month I used the "safe" word during my training, I would be returned home and would not be allowed to contact anyone else. If after one month, I wished to continue my training as her slave I would be offered the conventional contract."
Andrew smiled broadly, "I never once used the "safe" word and have never regretted my decision. I believe I can tell you that the training was extensive. Mistress Marna is the most wonderful Mistress and I love being here with her."
Angel was listening intently while Andrew spoke. "But you're still her slave. How did she let you go to Paris? Wasn't she afraid you would run away?"
This time Andrew gave a healthy laugh which made Angel blush hard. "I'm sorry. Let me explain. I have been with Mistress Marna for ten years now. My contract was up long ago and I voluntary stay with her because I know this is where I belong."
Andrew continued, "In fact, when I was sent to Paris, I was lost without her. I did really poor my first term there; it was like I had no direction. I wanted to do really well for her, but was flunking badly. I guess the academy contacted her because she was the one paying the bill.
Mistress Marna flew in and I found her waiting for me in my suite when I returned from classes. You have got to understand, Mistress Marna does not like to leave the island nor to wear clothes; I had just made her do both. I dropped my books on the side table and ran to knell at her feet. She told me how much she was disappointed in me. That's all she said and stood there.
I broke down and started crying; my heart ached so much that I had caused her any distress at all. You see, we all love her; all her slaves and we'd do anything she'd ask because we know we can trust her. She knows what is best for us. I tried to kiss her foot and she withdrew it like I wasn't even worthy enough to touch her. I kept crying for I don't know how long.
When I finished, she told me to stand and remove my clothes. I did as fast as possible. She instructed me to sit on the bed and I did so. I kept looking down at the floor fearing that she was going to send me away. She had stripped off her clothes and sat next to me and told me to close my eyes and turn my head towards her. She cooled my face with a damp cool cloth and placed one on the back of my neck.
When I had calmed down, she instructed me to lie on the bed on my stomach. I thought she was going to punish me, but she straddled me and I could feel her pussy pressing against my ass. The thrill sent excitement through me. She slowly gave me a back rub and in no time I was breathing hard and my cock was straining from the pressure of me lying on it.
Mistress Marna rose up on her knees and told me to roll over on my back. When I did, I just knew that my cock was pointed straight at her vagina; my eyes were still shut. I felt her move up and sit on my hips; felt my cock press on her ass and was struggling not to cry again. Then I felt Mistress Marna's breasts press against my chest, her lips on mine; felt her tongue slip into my mouth and she sighed. She sat up and told me to look at her.
I opened my eyes to discover that she had been crying. She had cried even as I had and I knew that she had hurt even as I had hurt; that's how much she cares for us. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts and leaned forward to kiss me softly, tenderly and with great passion. We made love several times that night and I held her sweetly to my body.
The next morning she was sitting next to me on the bed. She told me how much she cared for me and that she would help me get through the academy. She had already spoken with the school and next term I would be repeating my courses, but I would finish this term although I would receive poor marks. I was looking at her questioningly, 'help me get through the academy'? I didn't understand what she meant.
Mistress Marna kissed me softly and told me that once every month while I was in Paris she would fly in to be with me; to provide me encouragement and guidance. I would never know when she would be there, but to work hard each day as though she would walk through the door to inspect my work.
After that my studies came easily. I knew I never wanted to disappoint Mistress Marna again. I know I will serve her all my life and never wish to be separated from her again."
Angel noted that after Andrew had spoken, he smiled gently and his love for Mistress Marna was reflected in his eyes. She was moved by Andrew's story.
"Andrew?" asked Angel, "I don't see any of you wearing collars."
Andrew smiled at her question, "I had that same question when I came here too. Mistress Marna simply said that we weren't animals; we were human beings. She doesn't need a collar to command respect from her slaves."
