[This story includes oral, coitus, some anal play, domination and submission, a look at how one Dom began the training of his sub and a lesson on respect. While there is sex in the story it was not written as a stroke story. I am interested in your comments on this story. No animals or people were harmed in the creation of this tale. None of the people portrayed in the story represents a single individual, except one.]
"Mr. Peterson, there is a call for you on line two. She said to say it was your ex."
I frowned and answered the phone. We hadn't spoken in three years. Our divorce was final and as I remembered it her last words to me were that she hoped my balls fell off.
"Yes, Kay, just calling to see if my balls fell off yet?"
"I regret ever saying that. I know you hate me, but I need your help."
"I have never hated you. What kind of help?"
"Can I come talk to you face to face? I don't much like begging and begging over the phone is the worst."
"Yes, I can see you at ten. You remember how to get here?"
"Yes. I'll be there at ten."
I called Bob Williams as soon as I hung up the call from Kay. Bob is a great private investigator and a good friend. I asked him to check around and see what Kay was into that could have her need my help.
At ten minutes to ten my secretary buzzed and said, "Bob, on line three."
He told me she had been downsized out of her company three months ago and had not found any work since. Her leased apartment was behind the three months, her car was being repossessed this week, she had a bank loan that was also behind and her credit cards were all maxed out. I thanked him and hung up. This looked to be an interesting meeting.
At ten Carole buzzed again and said, "Your ten o'clock appointment is here."
"Show her in, please." I stayed behind my desk. The door to my office opened and Carole held it for Kay. She looked tired and great. She wore a charcoal suit that fit perfectly, three inch heels, the nylons that shine so much I always think they must have tiny glitter imbedded in them and she had just enough cleavage showing to have any heterosexual man wanting to see more. Carole closed the door with a concerned look on her face.
On my desk, facing me, was an 8X10 picture frame. On most executive desks it held a picture of their wives and kids. Mine held a picture I took of Kay when we were in Jamaica. She is standing next to a palm tree, with the ocean behind her, a sail boat in the distance and she is nude. It reminds me every day that she left me.
Kay sat in the guest chair and crossed her legs for me. She did it slowly. I watched and then said, "OK. You have forty minutes of my day, starting now. Why are you here?"
"I have no one else to turn to. My life has turned to shit and I can't see any way to survive if you won't help me."
"Ok. Tell me everything."
For twenty minutes she told me her sob story. It included lots of emotion and lots of tears. She included things Bob hadn't uncovered and all the facts he had uncovered. She was right, she would be broke and homeless in a week. She needed eighty thousand for the credit cards, eight thousand to bring her lease up to date, and about six thousand more to pay everyone else off.
"You want me to give you a hundred thousand dollars on the basis that we were once married?"
"I don't have anyone else to turn to." She used a tissue to catch the tears. Her voice was soft and scared.
"What do you have to offer me that would even remotely tempt me to spend that kind of money on you?"
She stood up and unbuttoned the jacket to her suit. She opened it and showed me she was wearing a tiny lace bra beneath it.
"I offer you what you wanted when we got divorced. Me."
"Sit down." She did. She did not rebutton the jacket. "Are you saying you are ready to accept being my slave, full time, for the rest of your life?"
"Yes." A long pause and then she said, "Master."
I stood and walked to the file cabinet in my office. In the back of the bottom drawer was a five year old envelope. It had been there since she walked out. It held the contract that she would have signed if she became my slave. It outlined what she would get at my death, and what rights she had while I lived. She would not sign it then.
I withdrew the document from the envelope and said, "Will you sign this now?"
"Yes." She had read it then. She thought she knew exactly what she would be agreeing to if she signed. I handed it to her and buzzed for Carole. When she came in I said, "Carole I want you to witness a signature. Please get Frank from next door to also be a witness."
A minute passed and Frank and Carole came into my office. I had them witness Kay signing the document and I had them hear her say that she signed of her own free will and without duress. They signed and then left.
After the door closed I spoke to Kay.
"As of this moment you are mine. You will do exactly as I direct, and you know that. Pay close attention. I will give you the key to my home. You will go to your apartment and I will have a crew meet you there. They will pack all your clothes and personal items. Then they will meet you at my home and they will put all of it in the empty bedroom. You may not unpack anything except the items that go in the bathroom. Put those items in the guest bathroom. Do not go in my bedroom. After the crew leaves take off all your clothes, shower and shave everything except your head. Put a towel on any seat you sit on. You will find steaks and potatoes in the refrigerator. Use them to make dinner for us so that it will be ready at seven. I will be home a little before seven. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
I gave her the key from my desk drawer. She stood and walked towards the door.
"Button your jacket."
"Yes, Master."
I sent a crew to her apartment and gave the crew leader instructions about what he could take from the apartment and what he should leave behind. I called a friend and had her go to the apartment as well to toss everything that was a personal item that would not assist us in leasing the apartment. I also had her pay off the present lease.
At five-thirty Carole buzzed and said it was quitting time. I thanked her for the day and reminded her that I would be in at ten the next day. She left. I called my home. When the answering machine answered I waited as my own voice spoke and when it allowed me to speak I said, "Kay, pick up the phone."
A few seconds passed and she did pick up. "Yes, Master."
"Have the crew left?"
"Yes, Master."
"Are you naked?"
"Not yet. They just left."
"When you take your clothes off put them on top of one of the boxes in the bedroom. Do not masturbate."
"Yes, Master."
"Do you remember how to turn on the hot tub?"
"Yes, Master."
"At six, turn it on."
"Yes, Master."
I hung up. I drove home and saw Kay's car parked at the curb. I went inside and opened her purse, took her keys and moved her car into the garage next to mine. Back in the house I put her keys back in her purse. I heard her in the kitchen. Without speaking I went to the kitchen and watched her finishing dinner. The table was set for two and she looked wonderful standing in the kitchen naked.
I spoke softly, "Kay." She turned and looked at me. She had shaved and I loved how she looked.
"Are you wet?"
She nodded.
"Can dinner survive if you leave the kitchen for two minutes?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. I would like you to help me undress."
She turned down the heat under the veggies and came to me. Her hands immediately went to the task and quickly I was naked. When she pulled down my boxers she looked at my erection but said nothing.
"Would you like to suck it?"
She looked up at me and finally answered, "No, but I will if it will please you, Master."
"Then do. Take as much of it in your mouth as you can."
Her eyes kept looking at me as she opened her mouth and took almost all of my cock in. When she pulled back the first time I said, "Thank you. That is enough for now. Let's have dinner."
She went back into the kitchen and served dinner. I turned up the thermostat so the house would warm up a little. Dinner was wonderful. I asked her about what she thought would happen now.
"I'll basically be here as your whore to use as you see fit."
"Do you think fucking you is worth a hundred thousand dollars?"
"Fucking me anytime for the next twenty years, maybe."
"No. I could rent an expensive pussy for a thousand a night and get a different woman each time. I can date beautiful women and fuck them for less than the thousand a night. What do you think makes you worth a hundred thousand dollars?"
"Pay back?"
"For what?"
"Divorcing you. Saying no to you when you wanted me to be your slave back then."
"No. The question stays open. When you think of a reason why I would think it is worth a hundred thousand dollars to me to have you back in my life as my willing slave, I want you to tell me. Will you do that?"
"Yes, Master."
"From now on you will be in charge of this house and my other house. You will keep them both stocked with food, wine and other beverages. Later this week we will make out a list of the foods I want kept at each house. There should be enough food that six people can have any meal we plan. Tomorrow you will take your car and have it cleaned and detailed. It must be cleaned every week from now on. Each evening I will select the clothing you will wear the next day. At home you will be naked unless I have instructed you otherwise. Is all this clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"It bothers you each time you say Master doesn't it?"
"Yes, Master."
"I will accept Honey or Nick in place of Master, when we are alone here at home. In a social situation I will be Nick. When I am in the office I am Mr. Peterson."
"Thank you, Nick."
We were finished eating. Kay cleaned up dinner and I went into the living room. When the noises stopped coming from the kitchen I asked, "Is the kitchen clean?"
"Yes, Nick."
"Please get your purse and bring it to me."
Seconds later she stood in front of me holding her purse out. Her feet were together. I took the purse and said, "When you stand you will stand with your feet shoulder width apart. Do you know why I want that?"
"Yes, Nick. I think so. You want me to always be aware that my pussy is available to you at all times. Standing with my feet apart gives you easy access to my pussy."
"Right. Are you wet?"
"I think so, Nick."
