Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One
Prologue
Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't for her computer, she would have never spoken to anyone. But there in the anonymous world of the internet, it had been easy to pretend to be someone else, someone bolder, more experienced... happier.
It was there in the internet that she had learned that her lifelong fantasies of ravishment, of being taken and controlled, forced to do all the things she craved, craved and feared, were not an impossible dream. She learned that there were people who lived this life, voluntary slaves to a Master who could make those dreams come true.
She had found a man in a chat room devoted to Masters and slaves, a man who courted her with promises and the illusion of strength. Perhaps it was the fact he lived too far away to really see that made it easy to play along, to pretend to be a slave, but this little taste of what could be only made Junie realize how much she wanted the real thing, a real Master.
In many ways she was indebted to Sir James. After all, he was the one that suggested she answer Bob and Donna's ad looking for a submissive woman to come serve them.
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Northwest Hunters: Experienced Dominant 50 and wife 52, retired professionals, able to devote full time to the right sub. Him: 5'11" 200 lbs, light drinker, non smoker, SSC, honest, sarcastic, cruel, perfectionist, control freak, sick sense of humor. Her: tall, slender, switch, bi, loving, generous, strict, funny, bold, creative.
Looking for: Sister/slave/sub/pet/toy, age 35-50, large sized women welcome but must be fit and healthy, looks less important than brains. Must be single and willing to pursue a long term relationship and, if we prove to be compatible, willing to relocate. Good communication skills, honesty, no smoking, light drink, no illegal drugs. Must be bi or willing to engage in sexual activity with both male and female owners. Absolutely must be willing to completely submit mentally and physically to a Dominant and willing to respect the authority of his alpha sub.
For: Serving both a Master and a Mistress in bondage, spanking and other impact play, role play, name calling, forced masturbation, blindfolds, gags, erotic denial, hair pulling, rape fantasy games, forced oral, anal, toys.
Hard limits: sex with animals, blood, potty stuff (sorry, we will not piss or shit on anyone), liars, married people, nut cases, republicans.
Short term goal: Online relationship, exploring and getting to know each other, learning each other's needs and limits.
Long term goal: Live in 24/7 M/s relationship in our rural home. We are outdoors people, have dogs, travel several months a year. Must be willing to share in day to day household chores.
Junie had never thought in a million years that they would want her but at Sir James' urging, she had answered and now here she was, living a dream.
But if Sir James had done the right thing by encouraging her to pursue this dream, he had also betrayed her. He had shared her information with another man, someone who had
befriended him on the internet posing as a friend and a mentor, someone dangerous. This was a mistake that would have repercussions that threatened to tear apart Junie's life just when she was finally finding happiness.
Chapter 1: The Face of Evil
As usual, Junie woke early, once more stirred awake by Bob's hand cupping her breast, his fingers tugging insistently on her nipple. Silently she twisted in his arms and looked into his eyes. She smiled sleepily, stretched and arched against his hand. Bob warningly put his finger against her lips, cautioning her to be quiet and not disturb Donna still sleeping on the far side of the bed. Junie pressed her lips against it. He raised a brow teasingly and pinched her nipple, causing a tremor to course through her, a silent gasp parting her lips.
Junie's eyes widened in silent outrage, as he reached for her other nipple and pinched it even harder. Junie closed her eyes and took her lip between her teeth, forcing her body to go limp. Bob's eyes sparkled and he scooted down and took her nipple into his mouth, pulling and biting. Junie struggled to stay still, her breath coming in short sharp puffs, assailed by excitement as much as the lancing pain.
Finally he released her, laughing silently. He pushed her out of bed and scooted out behind her. Junie scurried into the bathroom and pushed the door shut after Bob followed her in. Her eyes were smoldering with excitement and frustration.
Junie stood with her back pressed against the door, watching as Bob peed. As he stood up, casually shaking off the last drops, he sighed in satisfaction. "Good morning, Junie."
"Good morning, Master." Junie's voice was soft.
As she took her turn on the toilet, she avoided his eyes and tried to focus on relaxing. Bob's voice was amused, "I kind of had you on the crux of a dilemma."
Junie whispered ruefully, "You did have me in a pinch there, both literally and figuratively. It was hard to be quiet and still, Master. I didn't want to wake up Mistress Donna."
"It was a delight to watch your face as you realized you were trapped and I was going to push you. Your beautiful eyes are such windows into your soul. I should forbid you ever closing them to me."
Junie's voice was thoughtful, "Master, that would be very difficult for me; sometimes looking into your eyes is overwhelming for me. My heart fills with emotion."
"I see it there. I see the lust, the pain and most of all your resolve to obey. It is most beautiful."
"Master, with your permission, I would make coffee."
"Yes, that would be good. Let's start our day. We will shower after Donna wakes up. She mentioned she likes it when you... attend her in the shower."
"Serving both of you brings great joy to me, my Master."
As she busied herself in the kitchen, Junie's mind spun back to the transformation her life had taken in just a short time. She could hardly believe that she was here, living with a Master and a Mistress who had demonstrated that they were willing to commit to her, take care of her. Junie's eyes filled with tears as she thought the last words, love her. Never in a million years when she had answered the personal ad from a couple looking for a submissive to serve them in their home, did she think that they would ever want her. But it had happened, and so quickly that it was almost too much to encompass.
Like Donna had said, it seemed like the world had conspired to force them to put aside their plan of a gradual and careful timetable of gaining familiarity and making commitments. Some of Junie's past mistakes as she hunted for a man to be her Master had come home to roost. Her online Master had given her personal information to someone who seemed very dangerous, and both Bob and Donna had taken Junie into their home to protect her. Junie shivered as she thought about how lucky she had been that they had had the foresight to do that. She had not been gone from home for even a day, when the man had broken into her apartment. He had been caught and the police had informed Junie that he was wanted for rape and attempted murder in Oregon.
The thought of him breaking into her tiny, perfectly ordered apartment made Junie feel sick. Her manager said he had destroyed almost all her belongings. At that thought, she felt her heart starting to pound, her mouth go dry. Speaking aloud to herself, she repeated Bob's instructions, "Don't worry about that. Master will tell me when to worry about that." She took a deep breath and forced her mind to simpler things, what to make for breakfast, what chores needed doing today. This was where she was happiest and found the most peace, taking care of Bob and Donna, cooking, cleaning and serving them.
Bob threw a thick yellow pad on the dining table. "Junie, while I brush out the dogs, I want you to write a list of the things that have been weighing on your mind. Write down all the things that you need to accomplish. You have done a good job of obeying me, but I can tell they still are bothering you. Just write down a list. I will look at it and later we will discuss priorities."
"Once the coffee is done, may I come sit on the deck with you while I write, Master?"
"I would like that."
Sitting down at the kitchen table as she waited for the coffee to finish brewing, Junie picked up a pen and began to write. She had quit her job at the school records department so she needed to drop by and sign some papers and get some things off her desk. Most important was the picture of her three children she kept on her desk. And then there was her car. The man that had broken into her apartment had also broken into her car the night before and left a very frightening calling card.
The memory was still clear in Junie's mind. She had been so caught up in the wild, excited anticipation of meeting Bob and Donna for the first time. She had on her favorite yellow dress, her hair and makeup perfect, her mind abuzz with a heady mixture of anxiety and impatience. And then she had seen her car, the driver's side window shattered into a billion glittering cubes, and then the things on the front seat, a knife stabbed deep into the upholstery, impaling a nude black and white photo of her through the very center where her legs hid her sex. She recognized the picture; it was one she had sent to her former Master. The shock was so sudden that she had staggered back, gasping. It was like the knife had stabbed into her own belly. It took a minute for the distinct, acrid smell of urine to penetrate her awareness and notice the wide wet stain on the fabric of the seat.
Junie shuddered and shook her head, trying to clear it of the memory. She wrote down that she needed to bring the knife and the picture to give the police. She still had it in the plastic bag she had used to pick it up with.
Bob and Donna had made her former Master, Sir James, promise to buy her a new car to replace the damaged one, but she needed to deal with her old one. She was still making payments on it so she needed to get it fixed and sell it.
Then there were all the little things that came with ending one life and starting another, change of addresses, bank branches, and largest of all, telling her three adult children that she was taking a new job, out of the city, as a housekeeper for a nice retired couple.
Junie already had the pad covered with small neat writing when she carried a big mug of steaming coffee out to Bob. He was vigorously brushing out the shining coat of Honey,
murmuring softly to her as she leaned against his leg, her eyes glowing in devotion.
Junie smiled softly as she looked at the pregnant golden retriever bitch, "She is starting to show a little, Master."
"Yes, one of the things I did yesterday was take her to the vet. He thinks it's going to be a big litter. He said she is doing great."
Junie looked over her list and made another note. "How many is big?"
"Hard to say for sure, but Golden Retrievers can have big litters, probably eight or nine. I hope not more than ten, it would be hard on her to carry that many and the risk of having complications go up, for both her and the puppies."
