"Jesus Christ what time is it!" I said as I rolled over to face the morning light as it shone brightly even from behind the shade. My eyes focused on the mirrored ceiling above me. As I attempted to move, I pulled my sleeping arm from under Wendy as she stirred from the withdraw. While sitting up, the room spun a little as I quickly put my arms down to regain my balance.
"God I've got to quit drinking during my sessions, especially where more than one woman are involved." I said out loud as if either of the two sleeping women could hear me through their slumber. Rolling over Tamara and to the floor I continued to stretch and made my way to the exquisitely furnished bathroom. Lifting the lid I expelled the remnants of last evenings drinking session. After the second shake I respectfully closed the lid and flushed. Continuing back toward the bedroom I found my briefcase, and while removing a pen and paper, sat down at the desk in the corner. Suddenly and without warning, my mind wandered to my newest submissive, and possibly the one in which I saw the most potential. Never before had a sub taken on so strong and so quickly the role of pleasing me. But she immediately seemed to dedicate every minute of her life to me. Never having turned down an opportunity to deliver pleasure to her master. She is always obedient and eagerly respectful. I began to pen a message to Rebecca as I formed a plan for us in my mind and went over my schedule for the day. The note read:
Rebecca my Love, "Feel free to use my shower, TV, or stereo during your stay. Upon my arrival at 7:30 sharp, please select something from the CD collection, you know my tastes. And have dinner ready, cook it as you would like, I trust in your ability. Have four place settings ready for I am bringing company. Feel free to "play" with Justice while you wait for me to grace you with my presence. At 7:30 when I arrive, have dinner served, wine poured and be blindfolded waiting. Your Master." Stuffing the letter in a large brown envelope, I elegantly wrote Rebecca's name on the front. And I placed it in my briefcase, walked to the dresser, and into the drawer designated for me. (All of my submissives are required to have a drawer for me in the event I chose to stay with them). In it I removed a pair of black leather pants and a white tank top. And taking them into the bathroom I set them down on the counter by the sink and turned on the water. While opening the shower door, steam escaped and the mirror fogged. Suddenly I felt her presence. Turning, I saw Wendy standing naked before me, her eyes bowed slightly in submission.
"How may I serve you this morning master?" She was very attractive, thin and athletic with gorgeous full and firm breasts, and beautifully shaven pussy. Her dark hair hung on her bare shoulders. She was a wonderful girl who chose me as her master only a few short weeks ago. But was devoted to the learning. Wendy had a slightly darker side at times, which is why I sometimes referred to her as my Dark Angel. I reached under her chin and lifted until her eyes met mine, I kissed her deeply as we stared. It is important to me that my submissives know my love and care for them. And a long and honest stare helps them to see and believe.
"It would please me my Angel if you would wash me."
"It would be my pleasure master". We both stepped into the shower and I stood with my hands on the wall as the hot water cascaded down my back, soothing me with heat. Wendy got in behind me, rubbed some soap on her hands and began to massage my shoulders roughly.
"Mmmmm baby, I love the way you do that." She continued, moving up and down my back with increasing pressure. Then I felt her breasts on my back as she reached around and lathered up my hairy chest. Then she washed my hair and moved down to my legs and feet. After standing up, she re-applied soap to her hands and washed my ass, then moved around and rubbed my cock with her slippery hands. It sprung to life. She paid extra special attention, and lots of time here as the pleasurable feelings increased. Wendy unhooked the showerhead from the wall, and stretched the hose to rinse the soap completely from my body. With two hands she tried to return it and as she stood on her tiptoes with an arm around either side of my head, I turned into her, wrapped my hands around her waist, and began kissing her neck. She got the showerhead back in place and put her arms around my neck and moaned her approval to my mouth. My hands slid down to her ass and squeezed tightly as I pulled her close against my hard dick, and then we kissed deeply and passionately for a few long moments before she knelt in front of me and taking my bulging cock in her mouth sucked me deep inside and back out again, as her hand followed and worked in unison with her mouth. I had both hands in her hair as I maneuvered her to my liking. When she stood up, I stepped behind her and gently pushed her toward the wall. Wendy braced herself and bent foreword slightly and I entered her from behind. Her pussy was incredibly tight and I slid in easily as my cock slid over the dripping wet folds of skin leading deep inside her. My hands found her hips as I pumped her very slowly, but with hard thrusts from behind.
"Ohhhhh God babe, you feel so damn good," I said to her. She reached behind and withdrew me and moved the head to her tight asshole, turned toward me and said in a requestful voice
"Only if it pleases you my master" I answered by pushing foreword. And as I tightly squeezed myself in, she cried out;
"Uhhhhgod " Her hand returned to the wall as I continued my rhythm. Then I reached for the showerhead and turning the selector dial to pulse, moved it down until the pulses of water were slamming into her clit. She cried out and arched her back while I continued to plunge into her. She soon burst into an explosive squirting orgasm
"Aaahhh, oooh, oooohhhhhGOD!" and at the sound of her scream felt my load burst from me and into her dark tunnel. I leaned against her and we caught our breath. We rinsed again, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wendy got a large fluffy towel and dried me, and as I shaved she dried herself.
"Master?"
"Yes my love"
"With your permission, I'd like to go back to bed and lie down."
"Of course my Angel." I kissed her on the cheek and led her to the bedroom where she lay down, and I covered her. Her eyes were so beautiful as I looked into them while kissing her again.
"My Angel, I would like you and Tamara ready for dinner at about 6:30, wear something elegant. We shall be going out."
"Yes my Lord, I will make sure we are ready as you have instructed." Returning to the bathroom, I dressed, combed my hair and added a splash of Drakkar. Gathering my things I headed for the spiral staircase that led to the first floor. As I passed the clock I could not believe it was 11:00.
"Waaaay too much to drink." I took my cell phone from a pocket in my leather trench coat and held it as I thought of where Id have Rebecca meet me...then it hit me. Why not at Sandi's. I was staying there anyway, and then I would not have to move my puppy, Justice. Her house was in the ghetto, but we painted it, furnished it elegantly, and even spent a shitload of money transforming the basement into a dungeon with all of the "toys", and an absolutely state of the art security system.. I headed to my car and returned the phone to my pocket. I will call her later.
Fumbling for the keys and opening the door I sat down and in the same motion inserted the key. The engine of my '69 Stingray roared to life and the tired chirped as I put the car in gear. There was a food store a few miles up the road and there was still much to do. Turning in I quickly covered the area of the parking lot and closed the distance to the store. I parked, exited the vehicle, reached for my trench coat and closed the door. The alarm bleeped its presence in the usual way. Putting my coat on I was a force to be reckoned with. Trench coat flowing behind me, a long moustache down past the corners of my mouth, and a pair of Gargoyle sunglasses to complete the look. Upon entering the store I removed the sunglasses and placed them in my inside coat pocket. People in the store looked at me strange for I display an awesome presence. Many will look, but few will dare to meet my intense gaze. The persona I show to the world that is not a direct part of the person I am, but merely a way to express the fact that I do not wish to be fucked with.. I gathered the few items that I needed and placed them in the basket. Rigatoni noodles, white clam sauce, fresh cut string beans, romaine lettuce with grated cheese, croutons, Caesar dressing, and a loaf of ready to cook French bread. Sandi always has the best wines available so I could skip that. Taking the purchases to the checkout I placed them on the conveyor belt. And reached for my wallet. The cashier said
"How are you today?" and I noticed she was staring into my eyes with a smile that could melt iron. I was momentarily captivated and fought for a word.
"I'm doing well, and you?"
"Oh you know, same old, same old. Work n stuff." I thought for a moment that I'd like to continue this conversation, but I had too much to do. As I accepted my change with a thank you, I left. When I reached the door, I glanced back, and yes, she was still watching me as I left. On my way out to the car I was taken back to see my door open, and legs hanging out from under it. Another guy was standing watch. I forgot about the cashier's wonderful smile as a rage overtook me. The watchman locked his eyes on mine and I saw true fear in them.
"Stop Jim, we need to go now!"
"What? I almost got it." Before the first guy knew what happened I was on him, grasping him by his dirty denim coat and threw him to the pavement. The other guy tried to stand up and I kicked the door into his chest, collapsing him. While turning to the first, I saw he had a crowbar or some weapon in his hand. Reaching into my coat I removed a short, black metal pole and unscrewed the middle to reveal a chain stretched between the two halves. Nunchauk. Using the years of practice I had, I swung them around with ferocious velocity, and with two quick strikes had disarmed him and knocked him out cold. Blood had sprayed from his mouth onto the side of my car.
