This is a continuation of the story of Kathleen and her slavery. There is not much sex in it, but there will be in other chapters.
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Kathleen opened her eyes slowly, yawning and stretching , then remembered she was in the Master's bed. She closed her eyes and savored the memory of his touch all over again. Tilting her head she felt his hand, then his warm mouth on her shoulder, pushing aside her flaming mane, nibbling the small indentation at the back of her neck. It was one of the more erogenous areas on her body.
"Don't move, my dear, be still." He whispered.
His kisses were soft, teasing and his breath tingled against her skin. His hand trailed around her torso to her nipples, kneading her tits and tweaking a nipple. He pressed his cock against her ass, she trembled. Her areola pebbled, but she remained still, relishing the sensuality and grateful he was home . His fingers moved between her legs.
"Oh, oh...oh...my god, yes...my master." She felt dizzy with the pleasure.
"Mmm, my fiery, little slut, you're wet! What a good girl!" He turned her head and kissed her warm lips and unable to hold back , she moaned.
"Thinking of my mouth on that hot pussy of yours? Hmmm... of me licking your clit? Blowing hot breath between your legs? Or maybe...maybe my hard cock plunging into you?"
"Yes, oh yes, Master. All summer, I missed you. So much! I couldn't stop thinking of the things you do. No one ever excited me the way you do! Please...I beg you,more...please."
He smiled,enjoying her neediness.
"Good,I like when you think of nothing but me and are always ready for me . A slave should focus totally on her master. And you my pet, have grown accustomed to this, to being fucked and used by a man , not a boy. Today, I want you in a state of arousal, dreaming of me, remembering my mouth on your pussy lips, my tongue probing, my hands on your body . Think what pleasures we will have tonight and tomorrow when my three girls are here. That is your assignment for today."
"Master, I think of you always, I do!"
"Good girl. You served well last night. And I am very, very pleased. Don't think though that I have forgotten Eric and the pond . I gave no permission for you to bring anyone here, even if I was away. But discipline for that can wait until after the weekend. I have been gone too long. I want to enjoy my girls these next few days."
He kissed her shoulder; she flushed with pleasure and nodded. She couldn't help it, knowing that she was a source of pleasure for him filled her with joy. He always made it clear when she had done well and it made her hunger to please him more.
She never thought that after the previous evening's episode with Eric that she would wake up in his room. She imagined she would be sent home, punished and deprived of his presence. Deprivation of contact with him was always effective with her and he used it frequently when she misbehaved or displeased him. It made her cringe thinking he might be home and she might not be allowed to be near him.
He did not use the whip on her for discipline. Well, he had whipped her once early on, but the effect was devastating. It was then she told of the abuse, confessing the abuser had used a whip and savagely beat her. Her master was amazing, he held her, comforted her and listened, promising her safety and protection.
He assured her then that he would never whip her, unless, of course , it became something she wanted to explore and he felt she was ready. He wanted her to trust that she could count on him, tell him anything and be safe. He convinced her that truth was a bond and that by being in the truth he would know what she needed.
He asked her to promise to hold no secrets between them. He explained that her care was his responsibility and the more he knew of her, the more he would be able to do that well. He was like a sanctuary; she felt safer with him then she had ever felt with anyone.
He was older, by at least twenty years, but it was never an issue . He was so virile, she shivered when she thought of him. And she felt understood in a way guys her own age seemed incapable of grasping . When she graduated from college and was job hunting, she walked into his office because of an ad. She never got the job, but she became his slave, never once regretting the choice .
It didn't happen all at once of course. It was a slow process, though he seduced her quickly, the true submission developed gradually. He prepared her in such a way that by the end of a year she was begging to be collared.
Eventually, she gladly gave up more and more control, until he dictated where she lived, how she spent money, how she dressed and wore her hair , even the food and exercise plan she followed. He seemed to like the blossoming of his "girls."
She loved him. More then she realized, she wanted to be with him all the time. She hoped he would want that at some point too. That was why she worked hard to please him thinking that someday he would ask her to live with him, like Nia did.
Kathleen was not his only girl; she was accustomed to the fact that he had others . Nia and Jessica were the ones she knew about, but she was aware he used other girls. Sometimes when she was jealous, he would hold her, comfort her and remind her that if she worked on pleasing him, she would get over it.
He believed that if she made his pleasure her central desire, the jealousy would abate. Sometimes it actually worked. Her need and desire for him certainly escalated as the time passed.
He could be strict with her , but he did it in a gentle and loving way. Somehow, she responded to this mix of discipline, loving kindness and interest which he seemed to give her and she knew she craved.
Kathleen even found she liked the other girls. She tried hard to get along with them because it pleased him. He called them her sister slaves. He encouraged them to be together and share pleasing him, he wanted them to be sexual with each other . She was amazed that she found this thrilling, surprised to discover that she was bisexual.
The other girls were dedicated to his service too. They were all expected to serve, get along and be available for his pleasure . His philosophy was that women were designed for the pleasure of men. Men needed and should have more than one woman. It's natural, he said.
