Secrets And Fantasies Ch 02

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.

"Women thrive when they are loved and cared for by men. A man thrives when he is served by women. Women need to love and serve. A man needs to possess. A man can love a woman, but should never be sexually restricted."

She was not sure if it was true , she only knew that she was happiest serving him and pleasing him. There were other things too that had changed and made life better. Her life had been a mess. She had been terrible with money and credit cards; she ran up bills and bought things she didn't need . Now she had one credit card and all her bills were paid.

She had a tendency to abuse drugs, but no longer did because he would not permit it . He allowed a bit of wine , but that was all. Since she wanted so to please him, she did what he wanted and found that she did't need drugs. He was her drug. She had been overweight,but now she was trim and toned from the gym and her skin had a glow of health from healthy food, exercise, and happiness.

She was aware of the approving smiles men gave her. The clothes he selected for her were sexy and displayed her body, short skirts, the highest heels, tops that exposed her ample cleavage and sheer materials that clung to every lush curve. Men noticed her and she liked it.

Eric practically drooled when they were in the car and she knew how much he wanted her. She had enjoyed playing with him for the summer , but it was her Master Brian's desire for her that was central to her life and mattered most.

She started to moan, and he knew it was time to stop.

"No, no my sweet slut, no more, I want you to be aroused, but I don't want you to cum now . I want you to be on edge all day...wet and moist , hungering for me ." He kissed her cheek and popped out of the bed.

"Up now, sweetness,I need a shower. Make me something , toast and coffee should do it. Nia should be here soon. Both of you can do the shopping for the company tomorrow. I want you to wash up when I leave. The scent of vanilla is still in your hair, use the lavender. "

"Yes Master," she said rising from the bed. She was naked and he turned to look at her.

"My god , if I did not have things to do , I could spend all day in this bed indulging myself with you! Go... now before I change my mind! Make me food...and coffee!"

She flushed with pleasure, rushing downstairs, quickly assembling and preparing his breakfast. Returning to the bedroom, she placed the tray on a side table, asking if she should help him dress. She laid out his clothes as he came out of the shower , a towel wrapped around his waist. Sitting on the side of the bed, he stroked her cheek, pulling her close to his heels by the collar. He picked up his coffee, his hand smoothing her hair, his eyes scanning her as if she were a fine, art object.

" I must admit, Kathleen, you have become quite a beauty. Last night, in the moonlight , I was struck by how lovely you are. Your hair has grown out, the longer hair suits you and Cecilia styled it perfectly . Your skin is creamy and silky from the treatments. But it is your body , my sweet, that is absolutely magnificent. It is exquisite. I must admit ,I saw your potential when you walked into my office but you have far exceeded what I expected. And in my collar, my pet, ...you are quite stunning!"

She flushed with pleasure as his hand trailed over the fullness of her ripe tit, and he bent, kissing it .

"I am happy, My Master, happier than I have ever been."

" Yes, that too, you have a glow of joy about you. I can see why you had Eric so hot to get into your pussy. The other masters will be after me to share you. You realize that don't you? And you were quite seductive with Eric and you looked as if you were really enjoying yourself."

She put her head down, a smile briefly crossing her lips, "...No...but...Yes Master...Yes, I did! You said I could, you said I could play as I wished and enjoy myself. I had all these men noticing me, and you were not here and gave permission. I wanted to...it was exciting."

He laughed and brushed her hair with his hand , " I did...yes , I did...and of course it was. But...I do not want you to forget your training. Is that clear? You are collared, you belong to me and you will have no further sexual contacts without my explicit permission. Do you understand that?"

She nodded.

"Enough now,I need to go."

He pulled her to his lap and suckled her nipple knowing this was particularly exciting for her. He let his hand roam her body coming to rest at her pussy. He was hard and needed release before attending to his business, which included attending another of his girls,Jessica. His hands ran over her soft curves then he pressed her to the floor and opened the towel.

"Go ahead my wanton, little slut, please your master! "

Eagerly she took him to her mouth, kissing the head, pressing the tip to her nipples. He loved this, the enthusiastic way she responded to sexual activity of any sort. His friends would want him to share her, he was sure of that .

She pressed her face to his groin, inhaling his scent , feeling dizzy with desire. Stroking his thighs, massaging his balls, she let the sac rest in one hand as the other massaged the shaft. She took him full in her mouth , sucking , licking ,stroking, kissing as if she could not get enough of him.

Kneeling between his thighs she was in heaven. When he was inside her mouth, she closed her eyes, tingling with excitement. Then watched his face to see what pleased him most. She knew better then to let herself go, she was told to restrain herself and focus on him. She would not be allowed to cum now. She sucked delighting in giving him pleasure. It did not take long, and when he came she swallowed the hot cum rubbing the leakage on her body wanting to smell of him. He fell back into the chair and smiled.

" Nice way to start the day ."

She sat back on her heels and watched him finish dressing. He reminded her of the list for the Sunday BBQ, then dressed, ruffled her hair and left.

She was alone then daydreaming when suddenly she heard the door. Nia...it was Nia, her slave sister. She went downstairs to greet her.

To Be Continued ...