“Fine,” he said at last breaking off their kiss. “You may now go and relieve yourself outside. Make sure you’ve done all your business before you come back in. I'm not opening the door a second time tonight. It’s too fucking cold outside,” he said.
Laura Sleeps on the Floor
“When your master is visiting, you cannot sleep in his bed unless he invites you in.You can curl up and sleep at the foot of the bed. Make sure you stay quiet and you better hope that you don't wake me up. Otherwise, you’ll will seriously regret it. Try and get some rest, your next submission is less than four hours from now.”
The dreams that came were hardly better than the reality of her situation. Therefore, it was with some pleasure and almost joy that Laura awoke with a start when her buzzer went off at four in the morning. For a long panicked moment of stultifying terror she wondered whether she hadn't slept through the alarm at midnight. What would master's punishment be for a recalcitrant slave who chose to do her submissions at her own beck and whim? She shuddered.
“Don't worry,” came his voice from the bed. “I turned the alarm off at midnight. I figure you deserve some more rest, I have been told my first night with a new slave is not easy on her.”
"Thank you, master," Laura felt genuinely grateful.
“You are welcome, slave. Why don't you come and join me in bed,” the man ordered and she hastily climbed up luxuriating in the smoothness of her own bedsheets. They felt so much better than the hard carpet on the floor.
Her master was completely naked and for the first time ever, she felt his body as it scrapped up against her own. In the semi-darkness of the room, she felt the hairs along the grizzled man's chest and legs scrape her youthful skin as she moved in and hugged her master tight.
"Do you love me?" She felt her master gently turn her face so that she was now facing him staring into his big brown, virtually black eyes as they glinted in the darkness. She was still drowsy with sleep and the unusual question didn't register at first.
She didn't know what to say but then, somewhere deep in her mind, resolve blossomed, and she nodded her head vigorously. “Master, I am conflicted, sir.” She replied. “You have somehow managed to awaken a beast in me I didn't know existed.”
The man chuckled, “You have such a way of with words, Laura.” He propped himself up on one elbow so that he could look straight into her eyes. She nodded again, “I do love you, sir,” she said slowly, the words coming slow and gray.
“Start your incantation,” he ordered and climbed on top of her spreading her legs with his knees and positioning his cock at her entrance.
“My oh my, you’re so sopping wet, my little slave,” he said and she nodded steeling herself to be plundered for the very first time by her master. His head nuzzled into her lips plunging just an inch and then pulling out as if in hesitation. He kissed her on the mouth luxuriating in the way she tasted.
“I want to put a baby in you,” he said. “Will you do that for your master?”
Hell no!
A long moment passed and she nodded
“Yes,” she whispered her lips brushing his.
What? Are you crazy? The man is insane. He thinks that just because he's filthy rich, he can go ahead and inseminate anything and everything that moves and has a skirt with a brood of his little monsters.
"On one condition," Laura heard herself say.
"Oh?" Carter was momentarily caught off guard. Quite the turn of events. This was a first for the ages, he thought, the first submissive in all these years to actually dare place a condition on him.
"What is it? Name your condition, and I will take care of it,” he heard himself say. What. The. Fuck?! Garrett you’re slipping, old boy!
Her voice was so quiet, if it wasn't for Carter's preternatural hearing, he would have had to strain to catch her breath even though their lips were almost touching.
"You said that making me," she stopped herself, "allowing me to cum, is the currency in our relationship. You also said that you are the bank."
"I did in fact say that. Yes.”
“I want you to increase my line of credit."
Slut! Her inner voice screamed.
The little slut! Carter Garrett couldn’t hide the enormous smile that crossed his face. "Consider it done. You will be sopping wet more often than not, slave.“
She blushed violently and for the first time in a long while her inner voice of shame and rebuke remained silent.
Laura’s Exam
The burqa made Laura feel oddly comfortable, its thick dark material swooshing around her naked body as she walked through the terminal of Ali Akbar International Airport. Demure and compliant, Laura was following ten paces behind Carter Garrett as they made their way from their gate to customs in the large modern building. It was early in the day local time and the airport was bustling. Groups of young Middle Eastern people – boys and girls, dressed in skimpy Western attire would occasionally pass her casting odd glances in her direction. The idea of dressing in accordance with the local tradition had been Carter's of course.
At first Laura had been squeamish when he had suggested it, but now she was starting to appreciate the practicality that the unusual garb gave her. It felt nice to not have to worry about what people thought of the way she was dressed or whether they saw her blush, thought Laura. And she was blushing almost permanently now. The coarse material felt nice on her reddened buttocks where her master had spanked her less than twelve hours ago. Carter had suggested that she wear the burqa with nothing else beneath, other than the ever present dog collar around her neck. That way he would be able to take her any time he wished during the long flight from New York. Based on the three times her master had made her go to the lavatory and had joined her there to make passionate love in the tight confines of the claustrophobic space, Laura decided that clearly the burqa was serving its intended purpose famously.
Laura felt especially grateful for its headdress right now. She felt an overwhelming heat kiss her face as her memories from two nights ago came surging back. "No! Please, don't pull out, master." She had said. "I – I'll bare your child if he takes root. I'm ready. Please, please fill me with your essence!" It had been an impulse then, but the more she had time to think about it, the more Laura realized her subconscious wish had been the right one.
She was going to be his kept woman!
She had always wanted to have children of her own, but not before being certain that she would have the resources they would need to get ahead in life. Laura simply could not risk having a child before she was ready to offer it more than what her ever-drunk delinquent parents had provided her before she ran away from her own abusive family.
Master Garrett, mean-spirited, with that ever-present evil grin of his, nasty to the very core of his bones, was also the epitome of stability. It was already more than two months since she had agreed to become his sub-in-training. In that time, Laura had seen beyond the façade of his dominant demeanor. She had seen a person with a distinct sense of responsibility. Having spent the better part of her teenage years being shuttled from one foster home to another, with stints of life on the street, Laura had learned the priceless value of a person's reliability.
Laura was certain that Carter Garrett, with all his faults and idiosyncrasies, was just the right kind of man who would provide for his offspring no matter what. Being his kept woman would solve so many of the issues that most people took for granted in life. Money, healthcare, education, did not even begin to scratch the surface of what the old kinky billionaire had to offer.
When Carter had suggested the idea to her, they had spoken into the wee hours of the morning that night. They had discussed and rehashed every conceivable detail of their putative arrangement. Slowly, Laura had warmed up to the idea of bearing his child, and what had been an instinctive desire to acquiesce and please, had grown into a full fledged certainty. Yes, she did want to have a baby with this powerful and willful patriarch. Laura had insisted on a c
ontract in which Carter specifically accepted responsibility for the child and made sure to put aside a sizable part of his fortune for its benefit. In return, she would be the docile little doe to his dominant strong stag.
There were still many more details to iron out, but Laura and Carter had already commenced acting on their decision. She had already tendered her resignation with the school where she had been teaching. There would be no more lecturing rich bratty kids. It had not been an easy decision, to be sure, but Laura felt certain that her true professional calling was to devote her energies to help teach the dispossessed children in Third World countries could benefit best from her expertise and attentions.
For his part, Carter had provided her with detailed information on his financial holdings that spanned the world. Laura had retained the services of a reputable accountant with whom they had meticulously gone over the endless spreadsheets and bank accounts of her partner. To her amazement she had discovered that he held sizable shares in all types of corporations across the globe that dealt with ventures as diverse as mining, all the way to textbook publishing. After more than six hours of carefully pouring over one spreadsheet after another, the accountant had put down his glasses, cleared his throat, and asked whether Laura knew how rich the Queen of England was? Seeing her befuddled expression, the man had proceeded to explain that however rich the old crone in Buckingham Palace was, he was willing to bet that Carter Garrett surpassed her.
Later that day, in the afterglow of a session of passionate lovemaking, when Laura had pressed him on how it was that he had amassed such a gargantuan fortune, Carter had simply shrugged, his face acquiring that beastly grin that never failed to send shivers down her spine. Apparently most of his money was inherited. Carter Garrett's family was old and had been in the money making business for centuries. "And would be in it for many centuries to come," he had added with a chuckle.
Now here they were in the small Middle Eastern Sultanate of Zandalar scheduled to visit a friend of Carter’s. Dr Fayyad was the personal physician to the local ruler's harem. Laura wasn't quite sure what to expect from the visit. She looked up to see her master waiting for her by the customs and immigration kiosks, impatience clouding his gargoyle features. Seeing Carter angry always made her insides tingle with apprehension for she knew there would be some unavoidable retribution coming her way sooner rather than later.
"Hurry up, woman," he said. Laura hastened her gate and thought about how easy it was for him to demand that she hurry, after all he didn't have a nine inch butt plug up his bum. Or three Ben Wa ceramic balls up his front, for that matter! The burning sensation coming from her backside only went so far in distracting her from the fullness caused by the spheres stuffed up her vagina. Mercifully, at least they had fallen into an arrangement that midway through the flight, had finally stopped causing her cramps.
"We still need to go through security," Carter said. "We need to hurry. Our appointment with the doctor is less than two hours from now and there is a long drive to his office." His voice had acquired that subvocal hissing undertone that usually came about before a flogging session.
"Yes, master," Laura demurely replied and yet again felt grateful for the burqa that shielded her deep flush. She shuddered when she remembered the way the airport security people back in the States had gaped when she had stepped forward and been scanned through security. Trying to picture the image that her dildo and Ben Wa balls probably made across the monitors, would have made her laugh had it not been for the deep humiliation she also felt. The TSA agent had called over his colleagues and they had all watched for a long while before finally allowing her to step out of the scanner. Laura hoped that she would not have to undergo anything like that here again.
"Stand here," Garrett pointed to a yellow line drawn on the marble floor in front of the immigration kiosk. "Don't worry about the man in the uniform," her master explained. "Here women, especially dressed the way you are, are expected to keep silent and wait for their male companion to answer any questions there might be.” Laura was wearing a head to toe black burqa that covered her entire body except for a one inch slit through which her blue eyes scanned the airport. She couldn't help but fidget when she imagined what thoughts had to be passing through people's minds when they saw the obviously pretty Caucasian woman in a black demure headdress.
Her squirming caught Carter's attention.
"Do you have to go?"
It had been almost 30 minutes since they had deplaned and the objects in her lower abdomen made her bladder feel extra squished today. "Yes, master." Laura whispered looking down at her feet. Besides the Ben Wa balls and the anal expander, her master had been adamant that until her process of indoctrination was over, Laura would not be permitted the use of a commode. She was to relieve her natural body functions out in the open. When they were at her place, back in New York City, Laura had almost gotten used to using a small enclosed backyard space for that purpose. She squirmed with shame trying to imagine how she would have to go about her business in this bustling airport.
"Once we're done with passport security, I will take you to relieve yourself in the small area they have for pets." Her master explained eliciting a pitiful moan from his demure submissive. Mercifully, the little mustachioed security agent appeared to be finally done with the passenger ahead of them and she saw him wave Carter over.
"Good day, sir," the man said, his eyes rapidly scanning the couple. Then Laura heard him say something in a language she did not understand.
"No, English is fine," Carter replied. "Yes, she's with me," he added motioning towards where she was standing submissively keeping her eyes downcast. However, Laura didn't fail noticing the big smile that blossomed across the man's features.
"Laura Hancock," the border agent said as he looked down at her passport. "It says here that she's a teacher by occupation, but it doesn't say that she's married, sir." The man eyes flicked over to Carter questioningly.
"She has betrothed herself to me," her master explained. "But you are correct — she's not married. In fact the purpose of our visit is a consultation with Dr. Fayyad. He is a world-renowned obstetrician. Young Laura over here wants to have my child, and so we're simply making sure she's healthy enough for it."
The man's eyebrows shot up at the mention of the doctor's name. "You have heard of Dr. Fayyad?" Asked Carter.
"But of course!" Exclaimed the little man in the blue uniform. "Dr. Fayyad was recently in the news. Our king, may he reign eternally, gave him one of the most prestigious awards in our country. It is nice to see people visit Zandalar on account of our resident experts, not merely because of our vast oil supplies," smiled the agent. "They said on the TV news broadcast, that the good doctor is an expert in something to do with female health."
"Exactly correct," Laura noticed much to her consternation a genuine smile cross Carter's features. "We're visiting with Dr. Fayyad to make sure that young Laura is properly prepared to bear my child."
"May your trip meet with success," the smiling agent handed back their passports. "I hope that the young miss over there gifts you many healthy sons. I must say I envy you, dear Sir." At his words Laura blushed violently and wished that the floor would open beneath her feet making her disappear from the leering glares of the two men who chuckled in bemusement.
*****
The offices of Dr. FAYYAD when not unlike most medical practices Laura had seen. Not that she had a lot of experience going to the doctor. At twenty-seven, Laura still had the youthful body and physique that regular exercise and healthy eating helped her preserve.
"Now remember, sweetheart," her master instructed her, "You are to listen and obey everything the good doctor asks of you. Understood?" Carter had stopped her, holding her arm and pivoting her around so that she now stared directly in his eyes.
"Yes, Master."
"He is a very good friend of mine that I have known for a long time," said Carter. "I want you to show him the utmost respect. You should treat h
im the way you treat me and not hesitate to carry out any instruction he gives you. If anything causes you discomfort, you are welcome to use your safe word. I have informed him of it, and he will take note." Laura shuddered at the realization that the doctor's visit would most probably include more than a simple medical checkup.
"Yes, master. Thank you, master."
"You're welcome, sweetie."
They had hardly stepped into the office when a tall olive-skinned man barked an order for her to undress. Immediately, before she even had time to fully comprehend the nature of what she was implicitly agreeing to by submitting herself to this man's commands, Laura removed her headdress, her shoes and finally bend over and pulled off the burqa. She blushed deeply when she saw the smile that her master and the doctor exchanged. Dr. Fayyad appeared to be much younger than she had initially expected.
Instinctively Laura assumed the presenting position and crossed her arms on the small of her back looking straight ahead, while breathing in small gulps of air through her gently parted lips. Her legs were at shoulder width as she stood. She felt self-conscious at the way her pale white skin was turning crimson red beneath the expert examining eyes of the doctor.
"Very good, my dear," the doctor said looking up from some document he had been typing up when they had entered. "Carter, my friend, I see you have trained her quite well indeed."
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