Lunch with my deliciously sexy Master Benjamin had gone better than I had hoped, but I'll let him tell you about that himself when it's his turn again. I arrived back at his apartment nearly two hours later with a pussy full of his delicious cum and a bit more hope for our future. It had been difficult to not play with myself on the return trip just to taste his delicious cum on my fingers- but I had other plans for that particular treasure.
I stood in front of the door to Benjamin's apartment, slowly pushing in the key to unlock the wonders contained within. It is hard to describe the anticipation of that moment. The way the butterflies in my stomach were mixing with the doubts and fears that still festered in my gut. Dez was twenty feet away on the other side of that door. A woman I had known in passing for a couple of years now.
Physically, Desirae was one of the hottest women that I had ever had the pleasure to meet. I have heard of her described as either a blond bombshell, or a blonde bimbo. The difference depended on who was talking, how jealous they were, and what her assigned role for a client might have been for that particular night. But I knew better. I haven't ever really been into the vapid thing myself, and couldn't stand being around women who were honestly that afraid of their own intelligence. For her, it was all just an act.
Dez could pull off either one without batting an eye- figuratively speaking. Her hair came down past her shoulders in carefully constructed curls. Her eyes were such a light shade of blue they could almost be called grey. Her lips were just puffy enough that they could look serious, or born for sucking cock- depending on if she pouted just right. Her face was almost oval with a small enough nose to be petite and a skin tone just this side of tanned. Her breasts were large enough to be the centerpiece of her chest although still within a reasonable approximation of natural, if still on the top end size wise. They were fake, of course, but she couldn't take them too large or she wouldn't be able to be taken seriously as anything other than a hooker. Or a porn star. She had a lithe frame that she kept in excellent shape, though unlike me she took pains to make sure it never got too toned or muscular. Why this woman wasn't modeling for playboy or penthouse yet was a mystery to me.
To be honest, she gave me more than a run for my money in the looks department. A fact that had us competing often enough at presentation events that it was hard to not develop either an enmity or a friendship. Consider it yet another facet of Master's incredible fortune that we had chosen the latter route.
And if everything was working out as I had planned, as little as twenty feet of space and a couple doors separated me from that sexy, beautiful, intelligent, charismatic woman. Someone who was already well on her way to being my devoted, loyal, and oh-so-willing sex-slave.
You can understand why I was a little flustered as I rejoined her in the bedroom. When she had arrived this morning she had thought it was for a personal call with a friend, not a hookup for a client- so her outfit had been considerably more dressed down. But as is so often the case for women like us, if we don't actively try to hide our bodies they tend to stand out almost all on their own.
I gently gathered her hair to the back of her neck as I stepped up behind her. She had been working on her training for just over four hours now and the effects were quite evident. Her blip was now shifting only slightly around just below center as she dragged fragments around on the screen. Her skin had just a slight sheen of perspiration on it that seemed to almost make it shine in the shifting light off of her monitor.
My personal boundaries with clients meant that we weren't often paired together for the same evening, so I had never had the pleasure of seeing her naked. But with her hair out of the way I had a beautiful view down her chest and into her ample cleavage. I couldn't resist the urge to see how such an amazing pair of fake tits would feel in my hands. Slowly, gently, I laid my hands on her shoulders- watching her blip carefully to not break her out of her training completely. Once I was sure it was safe, I carefully lowered them down, beneath her shirt and into her bra.
I don't know if she did so intentionally, but she shifted in her seat. Her chest moved up and out, as if to give me an even better angle to fondle her. "What a good little slave," I whispered next to her ear. I smiled devilishly as she starting breathing just a bit faster and biting the corner of her lip.
I wonder,
I thought to myself, pulling my hands out from caressing her soft breasts and shifting myself around her so that I was kneeling a little lower, my chin now almost resting on her shoulder. Gently, I reached my right hand around her waist and slid it between her thighs. She spread her legs for me with only the slightest of pressure to guide her, all while still diligently solving her problems on the machine.
I smiled again- licking my lips in anticipation. The hand that had exposed her otherwise clothed nether regions now slid up her thigh and over the lip of leggings. Once more her body shifted, helping to deliver my questing fingers towards the heat I could tell had been building there for quite some time. As I suspected, her pussy was incredibly wet. She reacted almost instantly the moment I struck home.
Desirae gave a stuttering gasp, her entire body tensing as I spread her lips and slipped two fingers into her tight hole. I wasn't even watching the blip anymore, my attention focused solely on the look on her face reflected in the computer screen in front of me. It was painted broadly with a mixture of desire, need, and nervousness. She was trying so hard to focus even through what I was doing to her. I almost felt bad for the poor thing. I thought surely her blip must have started darting wildly all over the screen- but a quick check revealed she was only barely more distracted than when I had first re-joined her.
"Amazing! Either she is incredibly focused, or that just opens up a whole new world of possibilities."
Perverted thoughts of how to modify the training station flew through my mind- the use of vibrators or even a Hitachi wand, positioned just right. Perhaps the use of clamps, or even mild electric shock, if timed just right. Just think of what that could do to reinforce the training a slave might be going through. I frowned, realizing an inherent limitation in that line of thought.
"It's already hard enough to get someone to volunteer to be trained as it is. At least the first time. But after that- the sky is the limit."
I decided to test the thought, watching the screen for random fragments and playing with her while the ones instilling her slavery flashed by the screen. Her face flushed faster and faster as I toyed with her with each repetition. I knew she was already quite close to cumming just from my little torture so I had to be careful.
Finally, after nearly a half hour of that, I decided to see if her focus could survive an orgasm. It was a risk, perhaps. Master had let me work on my training for over six hours the night he had enslaved me. But from everything I had seen I had little doubt that the damage was already done.
Desirae was mine now. And through me, she belonged to my Master as well- if he wanted her. The combination of those two thoughts drove me past the point of my own concern for what might happen if she wasn't fully indoctrinated.
"If she needs a bit more polish, I can always train her some more."
I shifted a bit to her side to get a better view of her as I waited for just the right line to flash by: "Being a Slave is amazing. I owe Rachel everything for enslaving me." Just as she dragged it off of the screen I turned to look at her face once more. Two of my fingers plunged deep into her pussy even as my palm pressed against her clit. It was more than enough to push her over the edge.
Desirae's eyes rolled up almost completely into her head- almost nothing but the whites were showing as she leaned back against the chair, leaning her head into my shoulder. That look nearly made me cum on the spot- I couldn't believe how much that moment of complete vulnerability turned me on. I took a second to register that the hand that moments before had been diligently clicking away at the mouse was now anchored on top of my own at her pussy.
"Ffu-uuuuck!" She slowly exhaled one ragged, shaking breath.
