Rose Amongst The Thorns Pt 02

The electric blue SUV hybrid pulled to a stop in the driveway of an attractive house on a gorgeous piece of wooded land. An Appalachian Mountain bursting with glorious autumn foliage served as a backdrop. Rose turned from the view of the home to Benjamin Shibe. Her Doug did well but Ben was on an entirely different plain!

"At least my captivity will be gilded," she said softly.

"I knew you were a smart cookie."

He kissed her.

"After we get settled, I'll give you the five-cent tour."

He toted his bag and her carry-on.

"Forgive me for not carrying you over the threshold."

"No offense taken."

They entered the foyer.

"Nice!"

"The rest is nice too, Rose."

She glanced around for a moment.

"To the right is a powder room. While you answer nature's call, I'll phone my dad to explain the situation and ask him and Mom to watch the kids for a few more days."

"Got ya!"

Rose entered the indicated door and found a charming half-bathroom bursting with feminine touches. It wasn't her style, but it was nice. A stack of architectural design magazines interspersed with those dedicated to Bass fishing, sat in a basket by the commode. All of them appeared to be equally thumbed. She relieved herself and thought of her kids. Doug had to be home by now. Were they sobbing? Were their little hearts breaking? Her active imagination made the situation much worse. Here she was, in a strange bathroom, in a strange house of a man who was still largely a stranger. She knew she would be sharing his bed tonight and every other night, she could envision. She missed Doug! He was a colossal putz at times, but she never doubted his love. What did Ben offer? Certainly not love. She closed her eyes, stood up, and hoped for the best.

Ben was just finishing his phone call when Rose exited.

"You fall in?"

"Meditating."

"You are forgiven this time."

"Ben? What do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you didn't want a wife or a nanny with benefits. So, am I to be clad in harem pants like Barbara Eden and be your genii? Am I to be clad in ermine and walled off from the world like some captured princess in a seraglio?"

"I guess now is as good as any time to talk. How do you take your coffee again?"

"Heavy on the milk, light on sugar."

He led Rose to the large and immaculate kitchen. The expensive coffee maker sprang to life.

A long span of silence followed while both sipped their coffee and turned contemplative.

"Rose, I want a sexy female slave. One who will give me anything I want in bed and is up for anything between the sheets. I want her to wear what I like and give me what I like. I want a fuck buddy with kinks. In exchange, you will live in luxury and hopefully be fulfilled. I want the entire Master experience: slave conventions and slave exchanges. There are nights when I will give you away. Ideally, you will enjoy that experience and find it enticing and satisfying. I know you know that men desire you. Your new status allows you to reciprocate that flattery and desire with your own. You no longer have the expectations or morals that come from being a wife. The PTA won't look askance at you. All you need to focus on is giving and receiving sexual fulfillment. I employ a highly skilled cleaning lady. My kids will need a clear head and a calm attitude. I need a woman I can trust, a woman I can admire, perhaps one day even love after a fashion. I want that woman to be you."

Rose took a deep draught of Joe.

"That's a tall order, Ben. In many ways, I'm just a largely vanilla wife, mother, and PTA volunteer."

"Not anymore!"

She stared at him and blinked.

"But" he continued, "I am willing to take time to get there."

'Thank you!" she returned before tearing up.

"Why are you crying?"

"All of this is hitting at once. I never really even said goodbye to my husband."

"Yeah, I'm not unsympathetic there. It's against the law to maintain contact with an enslaved spouse, but maybe I can find a way for you to send Christmas letters to your kids along with the occasional photo."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, IF you are willing to become the slave that I want you to be."

She daubed her eye with a napkin. "I'll try my best, Ben."

"To quote Yoda, "There is no try."

"Understood."

Both sat in contemplation.

"So, how about that tour I promised you?"

It was a lovely modern house with every amenity. Pictures of his handsome kids lined the walls as did pieces of art by a skilled hand which Rose was unfamiliar with. She looked in vain for a photo of Ben's late wife. Did he have a type? Was she his ex-wife made over, to be trained as a kink and fetish ideal?

Only when they reached the bedroom did Rose Laughlin encounter Margorie Shibe. She was standing in front of Ben, his arms about her. Aside from hair color, there was no resemblance. Ben's wife was at least a foot shorter than her husband; her hair was naturally curly and worn shorter than Rose's. Margorie's eyes were green, and she was relatively flat-chested. Ben was definitely seeking the other rather than a replacement. Was that good or bad? Rose had no idea.

"That's Margorie. She did all the paintings on the walls. She sold at a steady clip before she got sick. Nothing terribly expensive. She was building a reputation before..."

Ben fell silent. Rose hugged him.

"I turned her studio into a weight room."

"OK."

"Enough of this emotional shit. Slave, get naked!"

Rose wasn't in the mood. That didn't matter. She stripped off slowly, dispensing with the Wal-Mart clothes. Ben was still figuring out the intricacies of the controller, but he had already learned much. Rose felt herself moisten, her heart rate accelerated, and her pupils dilated. Unexpected desire began to course through her body.

"Undress me, slow and sexy," he ordered.

Even without the collar, Rose found his muscular chest, shoulders, and arms alluring. Ben filled many of Rose's boxes. He was taller and broader than Doug, he was rich, good-looking, a caring father, somewhat sensitive, and exuded maturity and manliness. Stripping him down would have been a delight no matter the circumstances.

He was naked, erect, ready.

"On your knees."

Rose placed her castoff blouse under her knees. She looked up at him. His cock stood out like the prow of a warship. It was an attractive cock. Rose knew full well that whatever happiness her future portended relied upon her making that cock and its owner exceedingly happy. She smiled, took a few tentative licks, and took him in. Her head glided back and forth.

She edged him to the point of climax.

"Enough. Get into bed with me."

They slid into his marital bed. He began to kiss his way down her body. He suckled each nipple. His lips danced along her ribcage, circled her enchanting navel, and progressed lower. His lips were upon her sex. Rose's collar increased her sensitivity on a logarithmic scale. She came to the cusp of orgasm and then plunged over into ecstasy. While she was still climaxing, he was inside her pumping steadily and deeply. She sighed and broke out in a hearty chuckle. She realized anew that her fate could have been far, far worse.

**

She had resided in his house as his slave for a little over a month. To the boys, Rose was Dad's special friend. Rose liked them well enough, but they always brought to the surface her sense of loss of her kids. She played board games with them and video games and tried to ignore her parental ache. Ben usually took her at least three or four times a day. She had the Barbara Eden harem pants, an all-red devil ensemble, an all-white angel ensemble, and tons and tons of black! Sometimes he bought her clothes for the express purpose of tying her to the bed and cutting them off. He tried to instill his newfound passion for weightlifting into her. She was leaner and sleeker now but detested the exercise that had achieved it. He experimented with every conceivable sexual position. Rose found Ben, depending on the day or hour, incredibly handsome, incredibly anal, incredibly intelligent, incredibly moronic, incredibly fascinating, incredibly boring, or incredibly average. She might not be a wife, but she certainly was saddled with a husband! She had to conclude however that the sex was incendiary. Never had she been as sexually fulfilled and sated.

To fill her downtime, Ben had signed Rose up for an online slave course. The instructors explained what was expected of slaves and the protocols for all a slave's expected social interactions. They also provided real-time chatting with experts on topics like grief, frustration, and insecurity that might color a slave's opinion of their master and their own lives. Rose paid attention. Her grades were quite good, but, so far, the only person she had tried these new skills on was Ben.

**

"How do you know these people?"

"He's a friend of a business associate."

"So, you've never met him?"

"I will. We will tonight."

She straightened her little black dress.

His name is Rick Harmon, you will address him as Master Rick. She is Helene, you will address her as slave, Helene, or sister."

"I know the protocol!"

"Just reinforcing your lessons. I'm told he's balding and rather ordinary-looking. She's a tall redhead, her photos are ravishing."

"I'm nervous, master."

"That's understandable. The first sharing is an emotional experience."

"I hope he likes old chicks."

"Rose, you are not old."

"Tell that to the calendar, master."

"Someone is just begging for a spanking."

He waved her collar's controller menacingly. Rose's eyes grew large. Over the last month or so, Ben had become proficient with the intricacies of the collar. He was not vindictive, nor did he strike in anger, but he was firm. He used pain and pleasure as a carrot and stick. Rose's mortal fear of wracking pain had caused her to succumb early and easily to Ben's desires. There was still a long way to go, but now, Rose's acts of rebellion were separated by days or weeks instead of multiple times a day. If Ben thought she was ready for this step, she must have made considerable progress.

The drive was long but scenic, consisting mostly of winding, back roads that skirted the Delaware River. The trek ended at the top of a hill with a view that included much of the valley below and the opposing New Jersey countryside. Sunset gave everything a golden, mellow glow. Rose thought of many things, her honeymoon with Doug. Her first night with Ben. Her first time in Ben's marital bed. She understood full well that this evening would be as equally transformative. Mothra rumbled in her tummy.

Ben opened the door for Rose. In some ways, he was amazingly gallant, treating her like a treasure and being more of a gentleman than even the most devoted husband. On the other hand, he made it exceptionally clear that she was property.

He kissed her as they walked the footpath to the charming house. Rose slid under Ben's right shoulder. The doorbell rang.

Rose stood flat-footed, standing opposite her was the personification of Mr. Ordinary. He looked like a bank president or a school principal. She stood dazzled for a moment before she recalled the protocol. Ben elbowed her in the ribs and Rose fell to her knees and reached for the fly of Master Rick's chinos. In her peripheral vision, Helene was just about to begin fellating Ben. She was surprised that she felt no emotional pang whatsoever. She looked up at Rick, returned his smile, and set to work on his surprisingly long and girthy cock. Rose closed her eyes and imagined that its owner was a movie star or a professional athlete.

Rick came with a gasp and dutifully swallowed his load.

The balding gentleman helped Rose to her feet and they exchanged brief kisses.

"Welcome Master Ben, slave Rose. I am Master Rick, and this is slave Helene. Welcome to our home. I hope that this is the start of a promising new friendship."

Ben and Rose were ushered into an attractive and ultramodern house. Rose knew that only wealthy people could own slaves but damn! Helene got drinks for everyone, whiskey for the gents, sweet wine for the gals. They settled themselves on leather furniture.

"Dinner will be ready shortly, let's get to know each other. I know that you are very new to the collar, Rose so I thought I would give you a bit of our experience. I've owned Helene for three years."

"It's a good life, sister Rose," put in Helene.

Rose looked from Helene to master Rick, it seemed implausible that such an ordinary man could keep such an attractive and vivacious woman happy. She told herself not to go by first impressions. The idea that she would be expected to bed down with Mr. Ordinary later was unappealing in the extreme. His cum retroactively tasted sour. She gulped wine to counteract that.

"I must say, you two are an attractive couple," offered Rick.

"As are you and Helene," returned Ben,

Rick laughed out loud, "My compliments for saying that with a straight face, Ben. Not even Helene thinks me handsome or tells me that I am and I could torture her into saying I was better looking than George Clooney if I was of a mind to."

Ben looked from slightly roundish Rick to Helene and then at Rose.

"Tell them what you see in me, Helene."

The beautiful redhead sat up a bit straighter in her chair, "My Master has a huge wallet, a surprisingly large cock, great bedroom technique, and lots of patience."

"Anything else?" probed Rick.

"He has a phenomenal way with words. He writes me love letters and poems, though our love is not the romantic kind you ordinarily find in couples. My master indulges me, pampers me when I earn it, and shares me with his friends many of whom are younger, more handsome, and nearly as well endowed. I know that most women wouldn't look at my master twice. It took considerable work on his part to win me over and see the man he is deep inside. Now? I'm happier and more fulfilled than I have ever been. The life I left behind only comes to me now in nightmares."

She rose from her chair and kissed Rick full on the mouth.

Rick reached up, stroked her possessively, and stated, "That speech was completely spontaneous and unrehearsed."

Rose looked at Helene. There was no question she had been sincere. Maybe Rick was an onion, with layers underneath that were interesting and spicy. Perhaps her initial snap judgment had been too hasty.

Ben could not resist taking in the architecture.

"I have to ask, Harmon, what do you do for a living?"

"I own several hedge funds and manage an odd dozen more. I'm really a piker compared to the people whose money I manage."

Ben emitted a soft whistle.

Helen interjected, "Master Rick has taken me everywhere! I've lost count of the number of countries I've been to. If you folks become our friends, my master is sure to take you along on some of our excursions."

"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, pet. Why don't you put some music on and serve up dinner? I'll give Master Rick and Rose a tour of the house."

Helene smiled, nodded, and rose. Soft jazz from an outstanding sound system filled the air.

"Helene is an outstanding cook. She was in culinary school when our paths crossed."

"It smells wonderful!" opined Rose.

"I assure you; it will taste even better!" supplied Rick.

As they toured the magnificent house, Ben ran the numbers in his head as to how much this place cost. He then had the insight that Rick had equally rich friends who would need a contractor. Rick's friendship was one worth nurturing.

The tour ended in the kitchen, where Helene was just lighting the candles in the center of the table.

Rose made her way to her seat the protocol required, to the right of Rick. Rick held Rose's chair while Ben performed the same nicety for Helene. Everyone settled in. Rose felt Rick's large right hand on her left nylon-clad thigh. Even though it was expected it was surprising.

All waited for Ben to take the first bite.

"Oh, God, Helene, this is terrific!"

Rick applauded and then everyone dug in. The food lit up Rose's tastebuds as few other meals ever had.

"You must give me this recipe, Helene!" she gushed.

Without missing a beat, Helene replied, "My Master doesn't give things away but maybe he'll let you earn it!"

"Oh, yes," interjected Rick, "each of her recipes will require you to provide Helene with one orgasm in exchange!"

Laughter was heard all around the table, save Rose, who realized that Rick was serious!

"I'm ordering you to obtain this recipe, Rose!" insisted Ben.

Rose's mouth dropped open as she gazed across the table at Helene. The redhead winked and had an air of deviltry about her. It was clear that she was already imagining Rose naked and was preparing to do all sorts of things to her. The fact that Rose had no lesbian inklings and had never even messed around with girls before, didn't matter. She was to be whatever Ben wanted her to be. Rose took a long look at Helene; she certainly was beautiful. Rose understood that the experienced slave would be patient and gentle with her. Her first lesbian experience was bound to be a good one. She lifted her glass of white wine in the direction of Helene and nodded. The already interesting night became more fascinating.