Then she added: "Seven AM tomorrow morning, sir! I'll be there and ready!"
"You'd better be," was his answer, and he watched her, he suspected what was coming next.
"But, sir," she said, "I don't know what to do, I mean about any of this; I just don't."
"Well, first of all, Catherine, my own personal slut," he began.
She had a thrill of outrageous proportions at his use of the word 'slut'.
He noticed and broke off what he was saying: "You liked being called that, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, sir!" Catherine said, "Slut! It's what I want to be for you, the content of all those fantasies!"
"Well, it's what you will be!" he said with authority. "Later we'll have a recitation of what happened to you in college."
She blushed then and said a simple: "Yes, sir."
Then he let her go and went a few paces away from her, just looking at her.
"I want you to do something that will start us out," he said.
She nodded.
"Always speak to your master," he said, "Your 7 AM just got a bit worse with that nod."
"Sorry, sir! I will learn, I promise."
"I'm sure you will," he said. "But now, Catherine, I can't believe my good fortune here or how wickedly lovely you have been all this time beneath your clothes."
"Thank you, sir," she said, "I have terrible taste in clothes."
"We can change that," he said.
She brightened immediately: "You will you help me? Really shop with me, I mean?"
"Yes, love," he said.
"The first thing that I want to do is take you outside for a walk."
Catherine giggled at this turn of events. She had a questioning look on her face.
"Yes, love?" he asked.
"I don't really know what or how to proceed here, Rafael, uh, sir," she began, "I'm not trying to be impertinent but aren't we going to . . .you know?"
He laughed: "You mean sexual things?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"First of all I want you at all times to speak what you mean; use the words and don't hide those kinds of messages from me. Clear?"
"As a bell, sir," she said. "I was wondering if you wanted to have sex with me or to do things, you know, blow jobs, fucking."
She colored as she said this and he laughed.
"Catherine, you are so precious!" he said, "I love the way you talk and get tongue tied in what you're saying."
She smiled. She was really unsure of herself and on rocky ground, feeling her way forward, so to speak but it was the most exciting thing that she had happen to her in a long, long time.
"In my country," he said with as smile, "When you take a woman whom you propose to make yours in the way that you and I are talking of, you first take her out under the stars; you take her there naked and introduce her to the elements, to the natural world and to the stars. You're declaring to all and everything saying:
"Look! This is my woman! Look at her beauty! Look at her perfection! Look at her because she's mine! My own!"
Catherine put her hand to her mouth and only made a mewling sound at that.
"That's so beautiful!" she said. "Rafael," she went on, "I will do everything in my power to not cause you shame, to be what you want and what you need."
She stopped, almost totally overwhelmed by what he'd said, and she said: "May I come to you?"
He held out his hand and, following an instinct that was the correct one, she dropped to her knees and crawled to him. She nestled herself between his outstretched thighs and said:
"Sir, I mean everything I say, when I tell you that I want to be, long to be, beg to be, beseech you to allow me to be your slave. I am an educated modern woman and I know what I am offering, and I'm offering it for as long as you want. I will do what you tell me, when you tell me, in the way that you tell me. I promise to learn how to be good for you, and to adore you as my master!"
She stopped, brought to a halt by her own emotions; then went on:
"I've wanted to say this to someone all my life; I've despaired of ever finding someone that I could or would say it to, was almost in a 'giving up' frame of mind, and you came into my melt down and rescued me."
Catherine had overwhelmed herself with the suddenness of this declaration but it had been on her mind and her heart for a week now, and in her fantasies for about all her life.
She suppressed a sob in her throat and bent down and kiss the toe of his shoes.
"Come with me, beautiful Catherine," he said. "The stars await!"
"Do I . . .shall I take off my panties?" she asked.
"Not just now," he said softly. "We go outside, into the night that belongs to night things and we give them up as your offing to the night things. It's the proper way to do it."
"Oh, this gives me shivers, Rafael, sir!" she said happily and took his offered hand, following him out the back door into the darkness.
They were together and she held his hand still. He went to a place that had loose dirt and worked at it for just a bit. Then he turned to her and said:
"The panties, bury them here! They can be retrieved in the daylight, when darkness is done with them, has had the full smell of them and the full taste of them."
She shivered at his words and did as he bid. She slipped her rose colored panties down past her thighs and off. Bending over she placed the panties in the hole he'd prepared. He fixed the dirt back over the planted garment, and he softly:
"There for darkness, for night to enjoy."
Then he took her by the hand and led her farther into the back, into the darkness.
Catherine had bought an old, stately home with lots of property around it. It was her pride and joy. They were going now toward the very back, where the woods merged with the land.
There was a small hillock there; he seemed to be taking her there.
Catherine was enchanted, overwhelmed, and so deeply happy by these strange events that she smiled all the while she was being led by him. The walk, with her now totally naked on her own property, and being led by this wonderful, handsome man was the most potent sexual stimulant that she'd ever had.
He stopped, when he reached the hillock, and looked around and up into the sky, never letting go of her hand.
"This one is mine!" he said out loud. Then in a slightly stronger voice:
"This one, this fair one, this beautiful one, is certainly mine! By her choice, by her offer, by her loveliness and her beauty, this one is certainly mine!"
He turned to her and said:
"Now, Catherine, you must say to the stars, 'I will it so!' and then make an act of obeisance. You will know what to do."
The thought fleeted across Catherine's mind then:
"Finally, this, finally!"
She said in a soft and clear voice:
"I will it so!"