Lionel waited for me to get off work that night and took me home and had wonderful sex. He was the one that ordered me to get the tattoo and piercings. We had a great relationship as his sex toy and we were happy. There were countless men and women we played with discretely. He was in line to being promoted to a full partner and that is when things went down hill for us. I couldn't be his everything, both of us knew it. We were both heartbroken but knew the truth and he let me down easy. He had to get married to one of those uppity semi rich working trophy wife bitches to further his career. I laughed at the thought, she wouldn't be a bitch for long, maybe a submissive bitch in heat. She was jealous of me being the so called maid from the beginning. I don't know if she knew the truth, but I suspected she knew enough. Lionel left me a letter the day they got married and left for the honeymoon giving me my final instructions. I cried for two days after they left. He left me $10 grand in a bank account under my name. I gave away all the clothes and toys he bought as neither of us wanted a reminder. I cleaned the house for three days making sure there was no reminder anywhere of me before I left. I don't think it would help him all that much but it put my mind at ease and gave me something to do.
That was the reason I was in New York, he set up a meeting with a couple that was looking for someone with my desires. He may have reversed the numbers on the address by accident or was given the address wrong more likely, he was always very precise. That is how I got myself into trouble, I found someone that knew the alphabet at least. He knew where I needed to be and I was late, probably too late. He said he would show me, I saw the sign to the club but he guided me forcibly down that alley instead where his partner in crime was waiting. I panicked and one of them kicked me in the ribs. I was scared and hit my panic button, that is when the other one swung the bat and I tried to defend myself, falling back against the dumpster hitting my head from the blow. All I remember was the gallant knight in shining armor coming to my rescue and scaring the bad guys off.
I was in and out of consciousness and I remember the doctors and nurses commenting on my tattoo. They thought I was his slave and may have beat me up or his wife as the paperwork was odd and listed me as his sister. So was the report from the cops who listed me as a Jane Doe. The arm was a clean break and they had it set in a new type of self adjusting splint then cast over it. They tried to talk to me but all I could do was nod my head and they didn't want me to do that either. I tried to tell them with my left hand but they couldn't figure out I was trying to talk to them. My emergency bracelet was missing so they didn't know. I played deaf and dumb from then on out.
When Rick picked me up from the hospital I had to play the doting woman or slave for their eyes at least. They gave him the instructions to take care of me thinking he was my Master, I had no choice but to play along. He took me home to take care of me just like a fairy tale. The things he did for me Saturday had me hot and bothered and wishing to display my true self. Patrice, the meal, even the quick shopping trip. I fell head over heels in love with him, something I didn't think possible for me. I fell asleep dreaming of him all night long.
I woke up about 6 am Sunday morning, I hoped it was Sunday morning anyway, with my arm throbbing in pain and needing the bathroom. I needed the pain pills they prescribed, I like pain but this was a constant unbearable throbbing. It was a struggle with using the pot as I had a hard time getting my clothes down. Left handed was hard and if I moved the wrong way my ribs hurt like hell. It wasn't the good kind of pain either. I finally overcame my predicament. He had seen my tattoo already so there was no hiding or denying my status or desires. The only solution was to make him my Master and I his slave. He was already doing a fine job whether he knew or not.
He had my pain pills and he was asleep in his bed when I found him. His wonderful cock pointing skyward, wet dreams I wondered or just morning wood. Do I wake him or take care of him? I can do both at the same time I reasoned. The pain in my arm kind of subsided as I went on autopilot after his delightful cock. It had been months since I had one to care for and I was going to savor it. I was all worked up and couldn't satisfy myself at the same time. He lovingly used his experienced tongue to get me off later, it was a dream come true. Under the circumstances I just let it happen and let myself go. He cared for me as a lover would though broken.
What happened after that is what shocked me, him moving me into his bedroom. I was to be his lover as well as his slave. I had never had that before, only one other slave I knew had that kind of relationship and they got married after a while. I was overjoyed, but I told him of the consequences of his actions, more or less I was his girlfriend as the real world dictates. There was no turning back as I would see to it, I decided right then and there.
The jewelry store episode was fun. I was surprised Master caught on so easily. Sarah was putty in my hands because she wanted to be a submissive and didn't know how to go about it. It was her actions that told me right from the beginning. I set her up but good. Master was happy and I was horny as hell but had to control myself. He wanted to take me shopping for more clothes but I stopped him, there were better and cheaper places, especially on the internet. The makeup and perfume was the best though, I knew I would have trouble with that at first. I got my personal items I needed. We went to the adult store where I showed him the various items I liked as he had asked. I was getting worked up more and more but I doubt he knew that. I knew he had done some research so he wasn't totally lost. Pictures and the real thing can be deceiving sometimes as I am sure he wanted a firsthand visualization.
He bought me the tablet and software and I was extremely happy as I could have a voice and couldn't wait. He ordered me more shoes online than I have ever had at one time in my life. Then we got all the toys I wanted so he could use them on me. I was hoping he would use the bullets on me today but I guess that might not have been a good idea at the moment. He called me Puppy, he gave me an adorable and fitting name. I almost had an instant orgasm right then and there, something I didn't think was possible. I was surprised at my action and the little heart tag, it all made sense. He was claiming me as his everything. I would be his Lover and Slave forever though he didn't exactly like the term slave. I would ensure that I never disappointed him. We ate a wonderful meal, he can really cook. I can't wait to show him I can cook.
We talked about the contract he showed me, I had seen these before but was never offered one. I was always in a different situation that it never mattered. I was thinking this was the same as he just wanted to see my views of what I liked and didn't like. I trusted him, I think it was his compassionate gentlemanly qualities that I didn't have to worry and made me feel totally safe. I made it perfectly clear what I was to him and what I didn't like where it involved people. He was using it to understand me and my desires. I think I made it perfectly clear that his desires were mine by default.
Patrice showed up, I really like her. He had her help me no questions asked. I think she was a little jealous about my presence but she knows they aren't meant to be. If what I heard is true, she has met her one true love. They will be happy if they don't let status and pride get in their way. She has the ability to meet in the middle, love will do that. I was in seventh heaven when he pulled me onto his lap and after Patrice left I had to have his cock in me. It might have been a little painful with the ribs but I made it turn into pleasure. Afterward, it may not have been such a brilliant plan however. I hoped the liberties I took didn't get me in too much hot water. It had been a whirlwind weekend and I was on top of the world so I didn't care.
Now he got me an appointment with his family doctor, Dr. Beverly Miles. I had a feeling I would have to play someone else again but I would not disappoint him in the matter. That is where we are now, filling out paperwork. He asked if I should be present and I shook my head yes.
When the doctor came out and took us to the exam room, I thought that odd, Master explained the situation. The doctor understood and would have to go along with it until these injuries were healed. Master would have to get the insurance fixed before the next regular exam.
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"Had a rough time of it I see. It's only three days but I think x-rays are in order to see how things are progressing with the ribs and arm. I can check the swelling and the splint they used at least." Dr. Miles said.
"I need a new pill prescription as I am on my last month." I explained to the doctor, showing her what I was on after the x-rays were taken.
"We will worry about that in a minute. I want to check your throat first as that was Rick's primary concern." Dr Miles said professionally.
Dr. Miles poked and prodded and shone a light down my mouth as was usual with the others. She left and came back a few minutes later with a spray bottle. "Don't move or swallow until I tell you." Dr Miles ordered as she made three or four spays into my throat.
I thought I was going to gag, might seem odd as I can swallow a cock and its load but this was different, cold, wet and gooey.
