This is part two of A Tale of Submission with Dawn and her Master (Gabe). I give thanks for the positive feedback I have received. Seems my little story was even better than I had hoped. I can only hope that this one is enjoyed as well. In part two Gabe and Dawn meet a lovely Asian girl from the Philippines who, unlike them has no real experience with D/s, but a lot of interest. All references to the Philippines, their language and culture is base on my experiences living there long, long ago and is accurate to the best of my hazy memories after partaking of far too many San Miguel's.
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My life had gradually slipped back into something approaching normal once again. As normal, as anyone could live the lifestyle I had chosen to live. Dawn had turned out to be a real treasure. My home was always neat and organized to perfection. She was always eager to please me in every way. Especially in bed. I had never met a woman with such an incredibly high sex drive. She is totally insatiable. Not that I am complaining...I am not! My sex drive is higher than most as well. I often joked to myself that between the two of us, I might quite easily screw myself into an early grave.....Ah! But, what a way to go. Let me put it this way; there is never, ever a shortage of passion in my bedroom. It had been just over three months since that night in the motel room where I put my collar on her neck and I could not be much happier.
Dawn's responsibilities were really quite simple. As long as she kept my home in order and me happy, I placed very few restrictions on her. I had told her what I required of her when I brought her home that night.
I had made a few minor changes. First, I'd had her cut her hair a bit. It was still very long but now stopped just below her waist. I also relaxed my stand on her wearing make-up a little after learning that used it sparingly and very tastefully. She only used what she thought she needed to enhance her natural beauty. And she is extremely beautiful.
There were things that truly endeared Dawn to me. Particularly in the way she dressed. Always sexy and a wee bit provocative but, almost never trashy or smutty. She had told me that she never do anything to dishonor me in any way. Friends and acquaintances had also told me that she always behaved very properly in my absence and was a credit to me..
She had started three-a-week workouts at a local fitness center. She had told me that she had always worked out before to keep herself more desirable for her Master. The last two had not allowed this and she became worried about her weight to the point of being obsessed about it. I thought she looked just fine but, did allow it to make her happy. After all, a happy slave girl will do more to be pleasing. She had lost twelve pounds and now had the body of a model now. Her 36C breasts appeared even larger on her diminutive body. Believe me; on a woman 4' 9 1/2" tall and less than 100lbs, they are quite large. Many men and even a few women had seen and admired her striking good looks. Dawn had become by far one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. I considered myself very lucky.
One day she called me from the fitness center and asked to bring her new friend to the house for a bit. I questioned her about this. I told her when I brought into my home that I had no objections to her having any friends but the friends would have to be told every thing about our lifestyle and our relationship. She assured me that she'd told her friend everything and 'them some' as she explained it. Chuckling, I told Dawn to bring her new friend home with her.
About twenty minutes later, I was at my computer checking my e-mail when I heard Dawn come in the house chattering to her friend. I clicked to send icon on a message I'd just finished and turned at my desk as they entered the room.
Dawn was her usual stunning self even though she was dressed very casually as was her habit when going to the fitness center. Dressed in a white A-shit (what the youngsters these days refer to as a "wife-beater") and blue denim cut-offs cut short. The first thing that caught my attention about her friend was that she was dressed identically. The next thing I noticed was that she was Asian and quite lovely. I guessed she was from Southeast Asia, probably Malaysia or perhaps the Philippines. She appeared to be in her early to mid twenties. She was at most, an inch taller than Dawn and very thin with smallish breasts but still a little large for an tiny Asian woman. Neither of them wore bras and their nipples were very conspicuous. The girl's hair was long, nearly as long as Dawn's and even blacker...if that is possible. Dawn walked to me, settled onto my lap, and gave me short sultry kiss.
"Hi Master. Your little slave girl sure did miss you." She gave me another quick kiss on the cheek. "This is your slut's new friend, Mindy. Mindy, this is my adorable master."
Mindy showed no sign of surprised or being put off as she heard the language and the words Dawn used In fact, she took as though it were an every day occurrence for her. She stepped forward eagerly, smiling and offered her hand to me.
"Hi!" she said cheerily. "I'm Minda Ryan. My friends call me Mindy." Her accent and the name Minda gave her away. I was sure that she was from the Philippines.
I took her hand shaking it firmly, yet gently. "Hello, I'm Gabe Atherton. Minda? Would that be short for Luzviminda?" Minda is a typical nickname for Luzviminda, A name that comes from the three main regions in the Philippine Islands. Luzon, Visaya, and Mindanao.
She looked at me with a very shocked expression on her cute face. "What? How did you..."
I interrupted her "Taga saan ka sa Pilipinas? I spoke in Tagalog, the official language of her homeland. Asking her where in the Philippines she was from.
"Sa Manila..." she pronounced Manila (My-nee-lah). Then she froze. "You speak my language?" She beamed at Dawn. "Your master knows to speak my language, Dawn" She smiled very warmly at me.
I laughed "It's been a while and I've forgotten most of what use to know .It's been quite a few years since I've had some one to practice with Minda." Then I asked "Do you mind if I call you Minda? I prefer it to the Americanized version."
Minda smiled at me warmly again. "From you sir, I think I would like that."
"Just call me Gabe, Minda"
"Oh no, sir, I cannot do that!"
"Sure you can. You need not be so formal." I said to her.
She smiled "No sir. I must be respectful."
I shrugged " As you wish girl." I didn't think a deal about it. Many Asian cultures do tend to be a bit more formal than we here in the states. Something that surprises most westerners is that in most countries in Asia, nearly all the young actually do respect their elders.
In a moment, Dawn and Minda left walking hand in hand out into the back yard by the pool. As I was finishing my e-mail traffic, I occasionally glanced out the window seeing them talking very animatedly. Minda seemed to be captivated by Dawn's collar, running her fingers over it and looking closely, even longingly at it. I did not know if Minda's husband was into the lifestyle but it very obviously piqued her interest. Well, I thought. It is none of my concern.
After a while, Dawn walked her friend out to the front of the house to her car. It was a dark green late model BMW coupe. She hugged Dawn, tenderly kissed her lightly on the cheek and departed.
A few minutes later Dawn reappeared and knelt at my feet. She, as usual when alone at home with me was wearing nothing but her collar. "Master, your slave needs your attention. Please Master, Dawn is soooo very hot...use your little slut Master."
"Later." I said glancing at my watch "Get supper started. We can play after that.
"But Master!" she whined
