(I would like to thank g1dnshwrgr1. My editor on this two part story, her help and advice has been invaluable. Please enjoy your read and I will get part two out as quick as I can.)
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My office phone rang early this morning and I expected it to be her.
"Yes?"
"Good morning Martin, please will you allow me to go to the toilet?"
Most mornings I would have said yes straight away. Not today. Today was going to be a busy day for Collette, only she didn't know it just yet, so I needed her mind focused.
"No Collette, I want you to call me back in ten minutes. I may feel in a better mood to agree then."
I didn't bother to wait for an answer. I put the phone down and got on with some more work. Ten minutes later, the phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Good morning Martin. Will you allow me to go to the toilet, please?"
"Yes, Collette. When you are done, phone me back. I have a task for you."
Again, I put the phone down without waiting for an answer, stood and walked to the window, and looked out at the view beyond. I suppose I should have told Collette that another slave just like her would be arriving today, but there would be no need to talk about it. Both of us had been in this relationship for five years now.
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I don't think anyone would ever believe that I won her in a poker game. With the turn of a card, my whole world turned itself upside down. A man I knew only by the name of John had simply run out of money that night so he put this stunning young lady up as collateral. The whole room went quiet when he made her stand and told her that if he lost this hand she was to become my slave.
At first, I had refused when Collette had been told to give herself to me. The thought that I could or would even want to have that much control over another human being repelled me.
"Collette this is you're new Master do you understand?"
Collette had just looked at me and said. "Yes Master."
She walked up to me looked me directly in the eyes then lowered her head. "I am yours."
By the time I could pull my gaze away from this absolutely stunning young lady and look up, John was gone. Collette was no use in telling me were she lived. To her, that part of her life was now over and her new life would start from that smoke-filled room. It was a quiet drive home with me still trying to understand what the heck I had gotten myself into. She followed me into the house.
"When was the last time you had eaten Collette?"
"I was allowed to eat at seven this evening, Master."
I cringed. That name had to go. I needed to figure out what to do and soon.
"Are you hungry?"
"No, Master."
I walked up to a door and opened it. Collette entered and I turned on the light. "You will sleep in here tonight. I will wake you at seven-thirty tomorrow."
"Yes, Master."
Again, I cringed. I was starting to hate that word now. I closed the door and went to the den. I needed to think and get my head around all this. Grabbing a soda, I cranked up the computer and a whole new world yielded itself to me. At first, I concentrated on slave and master, then broadened my search to punishment and rules. The lists were never ending. Up until this point, I believed I hadn't lived a closeted lifestyle, but I just never imagined such a world existed. So much information filled my head, I was starting to feel numb. I needed to sleep and start again in the morning.
As I left the den I looked at my watch, it was already seven-fifteen. I smiled, so much for sleep. A diversion to the kitchen and I had coffee on the boil then walked to the guest room and walked in. Collette was asleep in her clothes on top of the bed. She woke as I entered, got up, and stood by the side of the bed with her head bowed.
"Why are you not asleep in the bed?"
"Sorry, my Master, but you did not give me permission to undress or to sleep in the bed."
Now I was a little grateful that I had read even just some of this stuff on the net. I ordered her to take all of her clothes off, which she did immediately. As she took them off, she folded them and piled them on the bed - not once looking at me. I told her she was to shower and that all she needed would be in the guest bathroom. Once she was finished, she was to dry herself and there would be a shirt on the bed, which she was to put on, button it, and then join me in the kitchen.
"Yes, Master" was her only reply.
I left her and got an old shirt from my room and placed it on the bed. I went into the kitchen to make breakfast with images of Collette's naked form standing next to her clothes now filling my mind. .
When Collette joined me at the kitchen counter, she looked just stunning and just a little vulnerable, I asked if she preferred coffee or orange juice. That was my first of many mistakes that day, the look on her face was one of confusion and trying to hide a hint of amusement at my predicament.
"Look Collette, today I need help. I simply don't know what I'm doing or even if I want the responsibility of you being my slave, frankly it wasn't until last night's poker game I knew this world existed. Talk to me, help me with this, because if I don't become comfortable with this, by the end of today you and I will part company, regardless of what John told you."
For the next hour Collette opened her world to me. That coupled with what I managed to glean from the computer, it was a roller coaster ride of emotions that morning, from repulsion and denial that I could do to her what she told me she needed. To deeply erotic thoughts that frankly scared the shit out of me. After a while she stopped talking, allowing me to absorb everything we had just discussed.
