Chapter One
Claire began to think of all the times where and when she would get in trouble as a child for "fidgeting" as she wiggled on the dildo and played with her clit. It was her favorite chair in the whole of the house this writing chair, she thought as she swayed, circling the large black dildo inside herself her eyes fixed on a point high above her on the ceiling of the room as the memories of her childhood played in the darken theater of her mind.
She was now out of her body. The wet pussy dripping over the ivory rubber shaft was of another woman's. The taunt nipples and wet fingers belonged to another. The soft moans she heard were from another's throat. And the crescendo's waves of orgasm were far far inside another body as Claire rocked and swayed thinking of her story.
It now seemed to her like a lifetime since she had come into this home. Her invitation was like a new birth of herself and she could not truly remember the before of herself. They had named her Claire and from that moment on she thought only of herself as Claire, a new sexual creature of this two story house. Had she thought about the house more she would have called it Gothic with its vaulted ceiling and its gabled roofs and its watch tower spiral. But Claire had the new eyes of a newly awaken being and her focus did not remain fixed on anything for long.
As it was Claire had not seen the outside of the house since her arrival. Her "chores" had taken her to the Master bedroom, the kitchen, and the dinning room, but as yet she had not even seen the much mentioned basement or the many other bedrooms of the mansion. Her own room was her sanctuary and her 'righting" desk was her joy.
As she stuffed herself with the dildo and wiggled herself comfortable, she took out of the thin middle drawer her writing tablet and her favorite pen. This was to be her journal of her new self and she had been ordered to enter into it every day. She was to express her inner thoughts about her new life and her new found sense of self.
Claire thought back, as her mind often did, to when she was denied all that she could do now. To pleasure herself, like this, would have been unheard of in her old life. But, now she could fulfill her own desires. So, she wrote this down: 'Today while cleaning the kitchen, thoughts of being taken by the young male working in there, filled my mind. Then thoughts of the Master, coming in and finding us, had me wiggling.. for I know he would have beaten us both.. even that has me turned on to want to try it one day.'
Fantasies were more and more frequent now. She realized that her mind carried them like pages in a book and she wanted to write them all down for the Master. Knowing that the Master could and did read her journal, Claire recorded all she was feeling. How and at times it did not feel like her body being self pleasured, or how and when she had a fantasy of the Master finding her and the male kitchen workers fucking.
Being discovered by Master while in the middle of a male staff gang bang became a strong re-occurring fantasy for Claire as her daily chores brought her within ear shot of the kitchen and its many male voices. She knew exactly how horny she was by the number of men she fantasied using her body. Once she flashed that four men held her while three men used her body. It was 9:15 AM when she came and her orgasm almost made her moan aloud.
Those were some of the things that her personal journal held.
Often she would talk to her journal like it was her closest friend. As if the journal knew her motives and could explain to her why the house and the Master held such a power over her will. 'Tomorrow, journal, the Master has asked me to once again clean his room. I am to wear that short 'maid' outfit, and nothing but the apron and hat. The feather duster has a strange handle, but I was told to bring it with me. I have traced my body with the feather duster.. and the sensation that ran through my body.. still brings a smile to my lips.'
Journal, I dreamed that Master and I were brother and sister last night. It was a wonderful dream. I felt free from all care, all fear. I felt free!
Her First Story: The New Morning
Sister wakes up and loves the feel of her brother around her body.. feeling safe.. and loved by someone other than her mom.... she feels her brother's hard cock against her ass cheeks and his arm around her body just below the curve of her tits, and his hand cupping one breast with fingers around a nipple.... She responds as he pulls her into him. 'He is manly', she thinks and a smile breaks over her mouth as she wiggles onto his cock.
"It is ok...mom said ...to fuck me..."
It was the end of the dream and his body stirred around his sister's. His cock was enormous, wedged into the crack of his sister's ass. He lifted his arm and adjusted his cock so that it pointed straight into the pussy which now he wanted so badly... "
It is ok to fuck her...." the voice inside him said.
She starts sliding back upon the hard cock, slowly it starts to enter, when he pulls her closer with a hand between her legs, till she has his cock inside her tight asshole. A gasp of intake breath, she wiggles more at the feel of him filling her to the point of making her feel that she can not take any more. Her hand covers her brother's that is between her legs and she moves his between her moisten lips so he knows what he is doing to her. The her other hand pinches the nipple that her brother is not touching.
James knows his sister wants to feel the love he is about to send into her as he begins to rock, moving his sensitive cock up into the warm wetness of her. He smiles as her hand leaves him and he hears her begin to twist the sheets as he seats his cock far far up inside her, his sister, his new fuck toy.
She kept hearing her mom's voice saying this was what she wanted for her little girl, to be with her brother, taught by her brother, loved by her brother, and she begins to rock with her brothers trusting cock. "More, more, more," she breathes as her ass sucks the cum from her brother's massive cock.
Chapter Two
Claire had just finished her "morning" chores, and wanted to write in her journal again, something she thought of about her life before she was brought here to this new life. She had lived in a small town and life was very boring. Now however her former town held an almost pleasant memory in her mind. She was from somewhere, she thought.
Her chores reminded Claire of her father and her mother. She had heard their lovemaking in many of her nights long before she understood anything about sex. She still hears her father's directions to her mother as he told her to get on her hands and knees so he could use her asshole as his cum bucket and her mother's squealing responses as her father fucks her mother's anus.
Her Second Story: Sexy Wants More
Sexy wanted more, needed more. Her small town had become a bore and her prison. She wanted to travel and needed to know that it was a possibility. Then she met him.
Her eyes had not beheld anything like him before, and her mind traveled all over, while she sat there in the park. Her fingers moved with a mind of their own, down inside her jeans, between her legs to her shaved cunt. Dipping inside her already wetness. With her eyes meeting his, she sucks her fingers and smiles.
He had noticed her and was mesmerized as she fingered herself in public. Even in this one horse town, empty on a beautiful day, she was doing the unthinkable and he wet his lips knowing that she was one of those special women. Her like comes along so seldom, he thought, and for him to find her here in this park, on this day, was a small miracle and he had no choice but to approach her and ask, "May I lick your fingers, dear?"
A smile cross her lips as she dips her fingers inside not once or twice but till they are coated before removing them as an offering to his mouth. "How is this, mister?" Her voice softly spoken.
He sucks her three fingers into his mouth, tasting her cum, and smelling her in his nostrils. He moans as he suck her fingers clean and reaches out to touch her tit and feel its hard nipple. His mind has jumped ahead of this amazing encounter to picture this woman on his cross rack with his dick in her moaning mouth.
Vision of sex with him, somewhere far away. Not another care for her to worry about or even to think on. Doing what this man said, sent shivers through out her body, and caused her to moan as her juices flowed right there in the park.
"You want to give me every part of you, don't you? You want to lose yourself and this town, and everything to my voice, don't you? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want to be a slave to my wishes and you will do anything I ask, won't you?"
Her mind said run and don't look back; and at the same time, it screamed for more of him. His words caressing down over her senses placing her under his control. She only knew that she wanted his presence to fill her. To make her part of his world, she would willingly place herself at his mercy. She only knew that she did not wish to see him leave without her. 'Danger, Warning' her mind yelled at her, for she did not know if he could or would ever show any mercy. The way she looked at him, and the way he made her feel, she knew she did not care, one way or the other.
"You want more," he continued, "you want to escape this dullness which has a hold of your soul. You want the adventures you know you deserve; have always deserved and now you need. I can give you that. I can take you away from the empty room, the empty bed, and that ache in your heart. You know it is true...from the first moment you saw me, you knew it was true. All I ask is that you believe, obey, and please."
The though of adventure, something she has dreamed of for a long time, to be possible is what makes her agree to at least give it a try. For who knows, she thinks, she might just like what he has to offer her. With his eyes that hold her, the voice that can calm her and make her willing to do anything for him. But, could she believe and put her trust into the sexy, and dangerously handsome stranger? Dare she do so? Yes, she thought, I want to do this.
Before she can change her mind again, she looks in his eyes again and just above a whisper says, "I will go with you. To see what it is you have to offer me."
"First show me you trust me and accept my blindfold. I want you to follow without knowing where you are going. Blinded and helpless. Wanting and willing. I want you to need me as I lead you into your new life."
He slipped a black silk scarf around her eyes and tied it firmly making her day disappear.
She stays in place as the blindfold is placed over her eyes, turning her day to night. The thought of giving complete control to him, is making her so fucking hot and wet. She wishes that he would just fuck her here. Fear he would do so also. This is just so much more than she ever thought she would be willing to do. Yet for this man, she did not say a word. Her pants are starting to get wet and showing that wetness.
"Yes, I will follow your lead. Take me away to a new life."
