Continued from Chapter Two
My hands and fingers felt good on my freshly shaved mound and my wet lips. A deep moan escaped from my mouth as I was stroking my clit and I felt a raging orgasm rack my entire body.
As I collapsed trying to catch my breath, he told me to take off my blindfold. As my eyes got used to the bright light I could see that he was holding a couple of cameras. One was a still digital and the other was a digital movie camera.
He smiled, showing me the cameras and informed me that he had enough pictures and video of me masturbating in my garter belt and hose (and nothing else) to convince my friends and family that I was truly a slut. He said they would remain in his personal file as long as I continued to be his "Toy." I was now definitely his sub and he was going to be my Master.
"Barbara, you may dress and leave now. I will be calling you with our next appointment. Be prepared at that time to become clearly marked as mine."
Chapter Three
It was after 7 PM before I returned to my apartment. I had driven around thinking about what had happed to me that afternoon. I had willingly given myself to this strong man and allowed him to place me in a situation where I no longer had any choice as to being his toy. The pictures he had of me made certain I would do anything he asked of me.
All night I tossed and turned, trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep. Whenever I did start to drift off I imagined myself on my knees, serving my Master.
Finally I had gone to sleep when I was brought back into reality by the ringing o the phone. It was 9 AM. As soon as I picked it up I heard his powerful voice. "You did well as a novice yesterday. Tonight arrange to spend all night with me. I will have you home at 8 AM tomorrow, but you will probably want to sleep some this afternoon, as it will be a long, difficult night.
My car will be at your apartment at 7 PM. Be ready, out in front. It doesn't matter what you will be wearing, as you will be out of them as soon as you enter my house. You are to take off everything and leave it all on the table by the door. Enter the living room and stand and wait for me. I hope you understood all of that, slut. You had better get it all right," he threatened, and then he hung up.
No matter how much I tried, I was unable to sleep that afternoon. I did fix a light dinner, a salad and some wine which calmed my nerves. As the clock approached 6, I started to get dressed. He said my clothing was unimportant to him, but I wanted to look nice. After a hot shower, I fixed my hair and applied a light amount of makeup. As it was still warm, I put on a summer dress over my ordinary bra and panties. This time there would be no garter belt or nylons, only some 2" heels. I could easily been mistaken for a young housewife going shopping.
I was in front of my apartment a few minutes early and wished I had worn a sweater as it was getting cool now that the sun had set. It was too late; the car pulled up and a driver walked around and opened the back door for me. I slid in thanking him, but he did not reply.
It was a short drive to the nice home of Mr. Shumway inside a gated community. We pulled up the driveway and the car had hardly stopped when the door was opened by a young woman in a maids dress. She asked me to follow her. As the door opened, she turned to me and said, "I believe you have your orders," and then she turned and quickly walked away down a dark hall.
There was a dark oak end table to the right side of the door, hanging above it was a large stained glass light. I was now alone and remembered what Mr. Shumway had instructed me to do. It took only a few minutes before I was completely nude with my clothing stacked neatly on the table. I decided to keep on my shoes and saw light coming from a double door which I assumed was the living room. I hesitated, but started walking toward whatever was awaiting me.
I pushed on the door and it swung open just as I heard Mr. Shumways powerful voice. "Come in and stand by the fireplace." As I entered the large room I saw the huge rock facing with a fireplace built in covering one entire wall.
Mr. Shumway was sitting in a large, overstuffed chair next to a matching sofa, both facing the fireplace. He was wearing a very expensive dark gray silk suit that must have been tailored for his muscular frame. What I first noticed were his steel blue eyes. They were cold and appeared to see completely through me. It was not like he could even see my naked body; he was looking into my soul.
The warmth of the roaring fire felt good on my nude body. He watched me as I approached and finally stood facing this authoritative man. He told me that tonight I was to assist with a small private party he was having for a few business friends. He called out, "Helen, bring in the items for Barbara." In less than two minutes, the maid that escorted me in the house returned with several things in her arms. I was hoping it was a dress or something to cover me. I was disappointed.