The Selection

Chapter Two: Master's House

This is the story of just how a slave was selected as her Master's full time slave. As you can see by the title this is the second part of this work. While it should be able to stand alone it might help the reader to read the previous chapter. I encourage you to rate this story and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S.

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The first three women entered the Master's home and just started to look around. When they noticed that Beth had stopped at the door and removed her tunic. Hanging it on a hook by the door she was now dressed only in her sandals, collar, cuffs and her belt, which she had left on.

Ann questioned the need for this since they were nude under their tunics anyway. Marilynn just smiled at both Ann and Beth. While Angel remembered the words of her Master back at the motel and walked right back to the door and removed her tunic as well.

Mike had just finished bringing in all the luggage and putting them in the front hall. He then turned to Beth and instructed her to show each of the ladies to their rooms. He then turned to the others and stated, "You will take your bags to your room, and then you will return here immediately."

Angel started to reach for her tunic when Mike put his hand on hers and said, "It is best that you leave that here ma'am. Just incase your Master has visitors and he desires that you be covered." Angel complied as she turned to follow Beth down the hall and up the stairs.

It always seemed to amaze Angel at just how large Master's house was on the inside. She knew that the center of the upper floor was taken by Master's suite. Then there was a wing at either side of the master suite. As they walked Beth told Angel to wait were she was. Just outside Master's bedroom. Angel was in hopes that she was going to be assigned to sleep with her Master. As she waited Angel mused on how wonderful that would be. Master has a large bed that he would bind her to every night. She would have to remember to relieve herself before she went to bed, because once she turned in she would not be able to get up without waking Master.

Beth returned without the other two gals and simply said, "Follow me." That broke Angel's dream as she picked up her bag and followed Beth. They turned left and walked to the end of the hall of the west wing of the house. There, Angel was ushered into a very nice bedroom suite. Beth said, "These will be your rooms while you are here. Master expects them to be picked up and clean at all times." With that Beth shut the door and left Angel alone.

Angel started to look around as she unpacked. The main room was divided into two sections by the placement of furniture. At one end there was the bed. King size, and in a nautical fashion. The mattress sat on a wooden platform, which sat on a chest of drawers. Angel studied the wood for just a bit. Saying to her self, "I think this is oak." Wooden sides came up from the platform to about one half the thickness of the mattress. The headboard formed a shelf that was just right for books, clocks and the like. Above the shelf was a mirror. On either side of the bed was a nightstand. Made of the same wood with a single drawer. Above the nightstand was a lamp. Again in a nautical theme. You know, the brass lamps that hang from a hook and will sway as a boat rolls with the sea.

Then Angel noticed in the headboard, sides and foot of the bed there were these mettle rings inserted into the wood. At first thought she wondered about the uniqueness of these rings. They were chromed and inset so as to be flush with the wood. She guessed that the rings were in keeping with the nautical style as if they could be used as tie downs in rough seas.

Running her finger over them she realized that these rings were not just decoration. They are real. They are there in the bed and intended to be used as tie downs, but not for rough sea. Those rings are meant to tie her down. This concept brought a smile to her face.

To the left of the bed there was an open door. Angel walked into what would be called a dressing room. At least that is what she would call it. On one side there was a walk-in closet with built in dressers. On the other side was a dressing table with a stool and a lighted mirror.

Passing through the dressing room there was the bathroom. It was also good size, with a shower stall that would hold at least three people. Angel opened the door and noticed that the showerheads ran from floor to ceiling.

Angel walked back into the main room and started to observe the sitting aspects of the other side. There were several chairs with side tables and lamps by each. A couch, coffee table and fireplace flanked on each side by bookshelves. On the shelves were all kinds of books, a TV, DVD/VCR player and a CD player/changer. As Angel looked over the library of tapes, DVDs and books a smile came to her as she realized they were all related to her being a slave. She found that one was even of her in a session with her Master.

As Angel was looking over the furniture the door to her room opened and she was startled to see her Master standing there. As Scott walked over to her holding out his arms and he asked, "How do you like your room?" Angel smiled as she opened her arms to receive him and said, "It is great, but I would rather be with you in your room."

They held each other in tight embrace. Angel was delighted with the feeling of her bare nipples rubbing against his shirt as her breast were pressed into her body. Scott then reached up behind her and took a hand full of red hair. Not pulling, but guiding her to arch her back so he could place his mouth over hers. As he probed the inside of her mouth with his tongue his hand helped provided support to stop her from falling over. Angel kept her arms around Scott's shoulders finding comfort in his abilities to support her.

Then she felt his other hand slip in between her legs. This was the first that she noticed just how wet she was there. She felt the folds of skin willing open to him as he insert two fingers to probe the depths of her womanhood. There she was held in place by one hand behind her head and part of the other inside of her. She noticed also that her Master's fingers that were still outside of her pussy were pushing on the butt plug seating it deeper within her.

As Scott continued to hold her in this manner Angel forgot about everything else. She was in heaven, as she knew it to be. She was just as she wanted to be. For her Master. Totally open to his eyes, his touch, his every desire. Angel knew that this was a standard for her Master. To hold her open. Her mouth, pussy and ass all open to him. Angel knows that this was one of his more intimate ways of opening her up, so she was enjoying every second of it.

Scott eased up the pressure on her mouth. Angel knew that he was ending this kiss, and she tried to hold him close with her arms around his neck. Her effort was fruitless as his left hand, on the back of her head, pushed her back into a standing position. His right hand did not move though. Staying on her pelvis with his two middle fingers inserted deep within her.

When Angel regained her own balance Scott moved his left hand from the back of her head to her right breast. Taking her nipple between his thumb and his index finger and pinching it until she winched. Moving his right hand out of her pussy he brought his fingers up to her mouth. Angel opened for her Master. Sucking his fingers into her mouth and licking them both clean of her own juices.

It was almost as if the desire was greater than the both of them combined. Angel sucking and licking his fingers with a great deal of vigor. The one thing that should be understood at this point is that Angel may be a slave, but she is a very smart slave. Angel knows that it is intimacies just like this that binds a man and a woman together. When practiced on a regular basis this emotional binding can be stronger than any welded metal known to man.

When Angel had completed her cleaning services to her Master's fingers she slipped them from her mouth and brought his hand to her left breast. As she did so she stated, "Master, please enjoy this breast. It is for you. Touch it, feel it, squeeze it or pinch it, whatever feels good to you. Take your energy from it as you suckle it. The very pulse that beats within is there for your pleasure."

Angel then placed her hands behind Scott's head and brought her mouth to his. Both of them thrilled by the lustfulness of their kiss. This time Angel was the aggressor in the use of her tongue as she dashed in and out. Teasing his tongue as she tried to twist it around her own.

Angel could feel just how her Master was responding to her as she pressed her pelvis to his. Scott put his arms around her as she dispensed her passions. Taking this as a sign of acceptance she continued her kissing as she opened his shirt one button at a time. With each release of a button she revealed more bare skin. As she did so she moved her body so that her nipples would brush against his newly bared flesh.

She could feel his passion increase with each move she made. Accepting this as encouragement she made her moves bolder. Breaking off her kisses Angel started to move down. First his neck. Then his shoulders, and then on to his chest. She took some time at his nipples as she reached down to release his belt. Reaching into his pants in order to free his manhood to the pleasures that she was offering.

Then Scott took hold of her hands. Lifting them up to his chest. Holding each of them close together he placed a snap on the rings set into Angel's wrist cuffs. Looking deep into her Master's blue eyes Angel could only smile as she said, "Thank you, Master. You know how much I love being bound for you." She continued, "Is there any other way that you would like to restrain me, or to bind me in a fashion that would open your slave to your desires?" Master Scott just smiled and took the back of her head in his hands as he directed her mouth towards his shaft of desire.

Angel willing, almost greedily, opened her mouth to receive him. She brought her hands down to caress the base of his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. At the same time she took him into her mouth with a swift movement that placed the head of his dick at the very opening to her throat. It had been awhile since she had serviced any man with her mouth and Angel was surprised that she had to fight back the automatic urge to gag.

As she started to withdraw his cock from her mouth she ran her tongue up and down the under part of the shaft. As she applied her tongue to its task she flicked the tip back and forth across the vein that runs the length. At the same time she suck as hard as she could. As if she was trying to draw out every drop that he had stored within him.

She then let his shaft drop from her lips. Looking up into his eyes she smiled and said, "This is your mouth, to kiss, to gag, for you to use in anyway that would bring you pleasure." Scott let his head fall back as he stood there enjoying being minister to in this manner. He would allow himself to think of how wonderful it would be to have this woman as his personal 24/7 slave. At this moment he could feel her desire to please. That is much more important than a desire for kinky sex.

Having gained control over her urge to gag, Angel continued to move up and down on her Master's scepter. She ran the head of his cock back into her throat until her lips came to rest at the base. At first she would withdraw slowly, but as time continued she increased her speed. Jamming his cock deep with her and then rapidly pulling her head back. In a very short amount of time Angel could feel the pulse in her Master's cock as it started to shake. Angel pulled back all the stops and just turned her mouth into a pussy for her Master to fuck.

In his passion Scott had taken hold of Angel's head. With a hand on both sides he directed her movements. Angel opened her mouth wide to receive him, and lowered her hands to her own pussy. With one hand she pulled and pinched her clit and with the other she inserted two fingers boldly, roughly. Giving to her the sensation of just being taken for the pleasure of another. Whenever that sensation would over take her, Angel felt like she was in heaven.

Scott's legs started to shake and Angel knew it was time for his release. She moved her hands from her pleasure and took hold of his shaft in one hand and his testicles in the other. She milked him with her hands and her mouth as the first gush of warm creamy liquid splashed against the back of her throat. As Scott continued his release, Angel continued to milk him dry. She massaged his balls in the one hand, ran her fingers up and down his shaft, along the long vain, pushing every drop into her waiting mouth.

As her Master started to relax Angel remained on her knees, but allowed herself to rest her bottom on her heels. She kept her hands lifted and on the inside of Master's thighs. Looking up for some sign of approval on his part. Any sign at all. Just as she was beginning to think that Master was disapproving of her actions he reached down with his right hand and ran his finger along her left cheek. He smiled. Then bending down he placed a light kiss on her forehead. Angel was complete. She knew that she had pleased her Master.

Scott then took hold of Angel's hands and brought her to her feet. As she rose he said, "We must go now. The others will be waiting for us." His voice trailed off as he was adjusting his clothing. As he turned towards the door Scott took hold of the latch between her cuffs, and lead her out into the hall and down the stairs. Scott continued to hold the latch between Angel's cuffs as they descended the stairs. The others were all there waiting for them. Looking up anxiously at them. Scott made no excuses to the others for the delay. He simple said, "Follow me ladies." As he continued to walk, with Angel in tow, into his study. As soon as he was inside the study, Scott dropped his hold on Angel's cuffs. He turned to the others and told them to find a seat and to make themselves comfortable.

The room was a fairly large room with wood paneling on every wall that was not filled with wooden bookshelves. And those filled with books. Along one wall were windows that went from floor to ceiling. Except for the wood trim, and a few knickknacks scattered on the sills, the windows were bare of any treatment, like curtains or shades. In front of the windows sat a large desk with a chair upholstered in fine leather behind it. As was the rest of the furniture in the room upholstered in the same fine tan leather. One could tell that this study was a man's room.

Angel continued to walk with her Master as he made his way to the back of the desk. Angel stopped short of going behind the desk with her Master, taking a seat in front of the desk. She was still as close to him as she could be, and yet she understood that he was behind the desk in order to separate himself from the slaves.

As Angel sat, waiting for her Master to speak, she noticed the fireplace to the right. It looked as if it was carved out the shelves. Then her attention turned to the thick red carpet. She smiled as she thought about how it would feel on her knees as she serviced her Master, or anyone else that Master may direct her to serve.

As Scott sat in his chair Angel noticed that Beth was still standing. A quick motion of Master's hand and Beth was on her hands and knees. It was then that Angel noticed Beth's plug. It had a tail of horsehair coming out of it. Beth then worked her way, on her hands and knees, behind the desk and sat like a dog by his side. Master then reached out and petted Beth as if she was a beloved pet. He even took some form of treat from his pocked and held it to his pets mouth for her to take. Which she did greedily.

Master broke the silence, "I hope each of you found your room to your liking, and that you were able to unpack."

Ann then spoke, "No Sir, we were instructed to report back to the hallway immediately."

Scott broke in, "It does not matter. You will be able to unpack later this afternoon."

Continuing on, Scott said, "Dinner will be ready in a short bit. Tonight is the last night that the standard household help will be here. Except for Mike. The normal duties of cooking, cleaning and the like will be done by the slaves. Mike will give each of you your schedules in the morning. You will find that you will have time for recreation as well as your chores."

"Now I can see in each of your faces that you are wondering about Beth here. I told you earlier that she is a special case. In this house Beth is a pet. Unless she has special permission she is not allowed on her feet. She is not allowed on the furniture. Beth is nude at all times and she will wear her tail 24/7, along with her collar. She is only allowed to remove the plug for cleaning, and/or, as she may need to relieve herself. At night, she is not allowed to sleep in a bed, but rather she sleeps in her dog cage." Scott went on, "At dinner tonight she will not have a place set at the table. She will have her dish close by. If she comes by you begging for your food you are to slap her hard across the face." As he was speaking, Beth moved closer to Master and laid her head down on his thigh. Master just petted her hair in return.

"Now this may seem severe to you other slaves. If it does, then I remind you why we are all here. Each of us is here to meet our own needs. In Beth's case she craves this harshness, and then some. So, she is treated as the bitch that she is. As I told you she is not a match for me as my slave 24/7. However, she does serve me while we look for a full time Master for her. In her service to me she will also be serving you over the next two weeks."

"Now Ann and Marilynn, you are to remove your tunics." As the two slaves stood up, and obeyed, Master continued, "All of you are to remain available to me at all times. You will find, in your rooms, work tunics that may be worn while you are doing your chores. These are for the protection of your skin while cooking and using various cleaning chemicals. Again, I point out, that the important thing is that your mouth, pussy and ass remain open to me at all times. This openness is to be both in the physical and in the emotional. And it is your attitude, or emotions, that are more important than the physical."

Then Beth made some quick movement. No one could tell for sure what it was, but Master responded with a snapping of her leash and firm slap across the face.

Ann let out a sigh of discuss and turned her head from Scott.

Scott then asked, "What is the matter, Ann?"

Ann did not wish to answer her Master, but he insisted, "Ann, I demand that you answer me!"

Finally, but still stumbling over the words Ann replied, "I..I..I do not like ... w w wh w ..what you are doing. I think ... I think it ... it is ...mean & & & cruel, and I fear you will treat me like that."

As Ann was talking Scott moved from behind the desk to just in from of Ann. Softly he ran his fingers across her cheeks and then each breast. When he spoke it was in a soft, almost tender, voice, "Ann, do you need this type of control?"

Ann said, "No!"

"Then you have nothing to fear," Scott continued, "but I do want you to learn something about yourself, so do a pussy check."

Ann did not hesitate. Her right hand moved right between her legs and she inserted the middle two fingers into her vagina. As Ann pushed her fingers into her to the maximum depth Scott told the other two to do the same thing. As Ann withdrew her fingers she told her Master, "I am very wet, Sir." She then stuck both fingers into her mouth to lick them clean of her juices.