He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman
Chapter 15: Broken Hearts Are for Assholes
Emily returned to George's Island. Master had summoned her again. Again she met the gaunt man in the aran sweater who didn't seem to react to anything. Again he took her to the island in Boston Harbor on his small boat. Again she found the island desolate.
Emily stepped onto the dock wearing a tight white crop top that ended just under her large fake tits and a gold sequined skirt that laced up the side leaving a large strip of exposed skin up her right hip. On her feet were a pair of thigh-high boots made from brown fake leather. She shivered in the constant breeze that blew her lavender hair across her face, but it was important that she look good for Master.
She found Master in the abandoned visitor center, and she found herself relieved to be indoors. It was early March, and spring weather only showed itself for twenty minutes at a time in Boston.
Emily recognized Master, although she was never able to remember anything about his physical appearance except for his gorgeous, incredible cock.
Master was the man who had molded Emily's personality to suit his desires. She had been a shy, awkward librarian with social anxiety. Master had changed her to be constantly aroused, sexually insatiable, and constantly seeking male attention.
"You wanted to see me, Master?"
"Don't sound so surprised. We're going to be spending a lot of time together."
"So then... why have you been keeping your distance so far?"
"You weren't ready." Master creased his brow. "Maybe I wasn't ready. It's hard starting over with someone new, you know."
Emily was surprised to hear Master being so open with her. She thought of the people in her life. She thought of Fuckdoll, another woman who Master had molded to his desires. Fuckdoll had become Emily's best friend, her constant companion, her lover, and something more.
Emily thought about Mike, the handsome bartender she was falling in love with. The path of their relationship had been unconventional, to say the least, but he made love to her in a way nobody else ever had, and he made her feel like nobody else ever had.
"I suppose, but it's exhilarating too. Since I met you everything in my life has been new. Getting to know Fuckdoll has been..."
"Are we going to talk about her every time we speak?" Master cut her off impatiently.
"She's closer to me than anyone. I just thought..."
"It was a rhetorical question." Master's harsh tone made Emily flinch. "But this is a perfect illustration of what I needed to figure out before I was ready to leave. I didn't know it was possible for one of you to be so defiant. I have a theory for how to correct your attitude."
"What's that, Master?" Emily's voice was trembling.
Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his perfect cock. Emily was mesmerized by it, unable to tear her eyes away.
"I think maybe I've been too withholding. You might be better able to connect with me if I gave you a taste of what you really need."
Emily bit her lip and nodded.
"And after you have what you need, you'll be ready to let go of everything and everyone else and commit yourself to me fully."
Emily's lip trembled, and a tear fell down her cheek.
"You know you can't fight me."
Emily broke into heavy sobs.
Master put his cock away. "Well, if that doesn't kill the mood I don't know what would."
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Master was patient and kind while Emily calmed down. They spent the whole day talking. More accurately: Master talked and Emily listened. He talked about his travels. He told her about Chicago and New Orleans and San Francisco. He talked about history and culture and what he saw in the people.
Master talked about his other companions. He talked about his first love, and about how he changed her to love him more than anything. She lost all interest in anything else. When he couldn't take it any longer he tried to leave her and she attacked him. She came at him with a knife, and in the struggle she ended up dead.
He talked about a woman who said she had wanted to be an artist, and how he gave her the drive and the talent to pursue her passion. Success left her unfulfilled and she turned to drugs. One night he found her body cold, with a needle still in her arm.
He talked about a drummer in a punk band. He was in a deep depression, and she had a way to reach into the depth of despair and find a defiant joy. When he changed her she became utterly devoted to him, and utterly bland and joyless.
He told Emily that he had been developing his skills and exploring the country. His fondest hope was to find someone who wouldn't crumble at his touch. He had a growing sense of exhaustion for his prospects for an ideal companion, and for people in general.
They lay together in the bed Master had installed in the visitor center and talked into the night. Emily fell asleep in Master's arms.
In the morning she woke up with Master's arms around her. They had both stripped naked in the night. She was facing away from him, listening to his soft snores, feeling the warmth of his body, slowly rubbing her ass against his hard cock. For the first time he seemed entirely human.
Emily held Master's hand and gave it a gentle kiss. He roused but said nothing, just holding her. She put his cock between her legs. Master moved his hand down to rub Emily's clit.
When Emily had sex with Master before it had been an overwhelming experience. The pleasure she gave had been reflected back on her and magnified. She had been assaulted by orgasms. Now as Master teased her to a slow climax it felt like something natural. It felt like something human.
Master moved his fingers down and guided the head of his cock into Emily's wet pussy. She moaned and thrashed and felt like she had been shattered into a million pieces. She pushed her hips back into him and tried to fuck him back with trembling legs. When she came she bit down on Master's arm, and he held perfectly still inside of her until she recovered.
Master reached down and rubbed his thumb on her asshole. Emily pushed back, desperate to have it inside of her.
"Ouch, ouch. It's a little dry." When he moved his hand away from her asshole and onto her hip, Emily kissed Master on his other hand. "I have lube in my bag." She turned to look at him with a soft, tender smile.
Emily trembled when Master pulled his cock out of her, and she turned to watch as he rifled through her bag until he found her bottle of lube. She quietly died a little as she watched him peel off the googly eyes and false mustache from the bottle and throw them on the ground.
She put the smile back on her face and tried to feel the same as she had a moment earlier. Master returned to the bed. He worked a lubed-up finger into her asshole. Emily turned her head and buried her face in the pillow. She bit down and let out small yelps while Master fingered her asshole.
Ever since she had met Master, Emily had found anal penetration intensely pleasurable. At Master's command she had been training herself for anal sex with a dildo. She was getting better at working through the overwhelming sensation, but it was still more than she could handle most of the time.
When Emily felt Master's finger leave her asshole she curled up with anticipation. She hugged the pillow to her face with both arms. Master was gentle and slow as he pushed the head of his cock into Emily's asshole. She bit down on her pillow and let out loud cries. The sensation was so intense she couldn't tell at first if it was pain or pleasure or something else entirely.
Master was slow and gentle as he fucked Emily. Her body heaved and she shook with her first orgasm. Master took the pillow away and threw it on the floor, out of reach. He put his arm around her shoulder, pinning her to him. He thrust firmly into her ass, and she came again, ten times more intensely than the first time.
Master fucked Emily with increasing force and intensity, and she felt her brain melt. She gibbered incoherently and tried to thrash her body in Master's firm grip. She lost herself entirely to the all-consuming pleasure and the whole world dissolved around her.
Emily became aware of the world again sometime later. The sheet was soaked with drool under her mouth. Master's cum had leaked out onto the sheets by her ass. Master was nowhere to be found.
