Lady Carneven:
I
Sitting there against the wall with the woman's head leaning on my breast, I slowly began to realise that my life had just changed forever. I knew it was going to take me quite a while to fully come to terms with what had happened, but I knew I had to. In fact, having a lie down and thinking about it all seemed a good idea right then...
I pushed the woman away from me, and stood up before stepping over and falling on the bed, rolling on my back and looking up at the ceiling, which was merely the brown wooden boards of the floor above supported by a beam running across.
The woman moved across the floor, the short noise making me glance at her quickly, and decided to sit next to the bed, her black hair waving in front of her face, still damp from our sweat hiding her emerald eyes which stared at me.
'What would you like me to do Master?' she asked, unfortunately breaking my thoughts as I started to organise them in my head.
'Shut up,' I replied, turning my head to face her, unhappy with her noisy intrusion. Her voice was deeper and flatter than Alnia's, and I realised I didn't really like listening to it that much, 'lie down on the floor and go to sleep,
bitch
.'
She quickly obeyed, and even smiled as she slid down past the edge of the bed and lay on the floor.
I turned my face back to the ceiling, and lay there thinking and wondering just how and why the woman could possibly enjoy what I'd done to her; it seemed so far away from anything I'd ever experienced that I couldn't possibly relate to it. Either way, for whatever reason, I had to admit, and come to terms with the fact that the woman actually liked, and
wanted
me to treat her as my
slave
.
I also had to admit that she wasn't the only one...
It was obvious that Alnia wanted me to treat
her
the same way too, though
why
I just couldn't understand at
all
. Well, deep down I knew that she'd always been a bit subservient and submissive, but I'd never even thought about taking advantage of it before, and doing so even now just felt really
wrong
, like I was betraying her trust in me, even if she felt otherwise. There was just
no way
I could treat her the same way as I treated this woman here, though; I simply love her far too much for that. I'd rather go and hurt
myself
before doing anything like slapping her round the face – it's just
not right
...
But the problem is that I
did
and
do
enjoy it. I just couldn't enjoy doing anything like that to Alnia...
That was when I realised that maybe I should be
glad
I had this woman here instead? After all, if I can treat her like this anytime I felt like it, then maybe I wouldn't have to do so with Alnia. Maybe she could be Alnia's slave too... No, okay, maybe not - I had to admit that
that
wasn't going to work.
I really felt like my entire life had just been thrown upside down onto the floor and I was running around trying to pick up the pieces. I did have the sneaking suspicion, though, that if I managed to do so then I'd learn something really important. Again it felt like there was something hovering in the background of my thoughts, as before: something that if I figured it out would help me a lot, but I knew I didn't have a chance of figuring anything like that out at that moment in time.
Oh well, I decided to just lie there and then forced myself to relax and see if anything else happened. After I did so, I realised I could hear the noises from below that I'd pretty much ignored before; the groans, moans and screams of what sounded like some very enjoyable fucking. The orgy had definitely begun! Which of course reminded me that I'd promised to fuck Jemila... Oh, and Marna! (That was, of course, assuming I'd have any energy left!).
Then another low groan and whispering came from my left. I leaned over the bed and looked down at the woman, who was lying on her right side, facing the bed with her head resting on her right hand, as she slowly rubbed herself between her legs with her left. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously dreaming.
'Mmm, Master, yes... Like that? Oh Master, let me...' she was whispering and groaning, quietly.
That was when I realised, that although making her my slave was a big deal
for me
, and was obviously continuing whatever seemed to be happening to me, that, maybe, it was also a really big deal
for her
too...
What would it do to
her
if I turned round and left her? What and how was she going to sort
herself
out with what had happened between us? I had to admit to myself, that although I didn't
love
her by-any-means, (certainly not like I did Alnia), I did quite like her, and wanted her to be happy. I guessed I should be thankful that making her happy seemed so easy!
She eventually calmed down a little and opened her eyes, looking up at me, then froze.
'Hi – er – sorry Master,' she said, looking apologetic, 'I guess I can't help myself when thinking or dreaming about you. I'm – I'm sor-ry.'
I leaned myself over and lowered my head down to hers, 'cum for me then... Go on, cum for me,
bitch
.'
Her eyes flew open wide and she shuddered immediately, her head thrown back as she shook and groaned in orgasm.
'That's it,' I told her, 'have another one.'
Her eyes went even wider this time, and she stared at me again as the rest of her body writhed on the floor. She started to cry as she slowly calmed down afterwards and regained her breath.
'Oh
Master
,' she said, her tears starting to fall down her cheeks, 'I love you so much. You know how to make me
so happy
. If there's anything I can ever do for you, at any time to make you happy Master, then just tell me to do it.
