“It’s time for bed,” he informed the prostrate girl. “We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. Come on.”
He went to the hallway and switched off the light. Kristin started to stand but Henry said, “I want you to remain on all fours.”
With a barely audible sigh, Kristin resumed her lowly position and crawled towards the stairs. She had difficulty negotiating them and with Henry following behind, she kept her thighs firmly pressed together as she went up, her ass cheeks rubbing sensuously together as she attempted to hide the treasure trove between them. Eventually they reached his bedroom where Kristin, slightly out of breath, waited uncertainly on her hands and knees while he stripped down to his shorts.
He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Crawl to me.”
When she was kneeling beneath him, he said, “Now I want you to suck my toes. All of them, one by one.”
He looked down at the top of Kristin’s head which stayed still just long enough to tell him that she was not at all prepared for that command. He waited for her protest but instead, after a slight delay, he felt her soft lips closing around his little toe, and then her tongue moving over the nail and then into the gap and then she purposefully moved along, taking in each one, making little slurping noises as she went. At one point she stopped and gagged but after composing herself, managed to continue. When she had finally suckled upon his last toe, she pulled away but still kept her head down. He could only envisage the expression of disgust on her face.
Henry lifted up his moistened feet, slid under the covers and turned out the lamp.
“You can sleep on the floor tonight,” he yawned, and it was not long before he was sound asleep.
Chapter Eight
When Kristin first opened her eyes, she had no idea where she was. She was lying on a carpet staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Then it all came flooding back. The whipping, the degrading cleaning chore, the stripping, the crawling and eating off the floor and finally, the revolting experience of sucking Shepard’s sweaty toes.
She sat up and pulled the hem of the inadequate vest over her thighs. Above her in his bed, Shepard was snoring heavily. She badly needed to use the bathroom, but with all of his detailed rules and regulations, she wasn’t sure if she should wake him and ask permission. If that made him angry, then who knew what degrading or painful punishment he might devise?
She decided to take a chance, padded quietly over to the bathroom and relieved herself as quietly as she could. She looked around the bathroom which was as messy as the rest of the house. A used towel hung behind the door, the cap was off the toothpaste, and there were dirt rings in the bathtub. She still couldn’t quite believe she had spent the night in Henry Shepard’s house. She had actually showered in here! What if Charles were ever to find out? How would she explain it?
Kristin found some mouthwash and gargled before creeping back into the bedroom. Then she lay back down on the floor and tried to think. Ordinarily, she would have spent her Sunday morning in her apartment, reading the papers after a leisurely breakfast. In the afternoon, she might take a trip to the gym, perhaps coffee with friends, or Sunday lunch at her parent’s house. She would usually spend the evening poring over spreadsheets and printouts in preparation for her regular Monday morning meeting with Brian.
Which raised a question. Was Shepard going to make her stay here again tonight? If so, how could she possibly get ready for work? Or was he planning to keep her out of the office? If so, for how long? Indeed, how long did he intend to continue doing this for? She felt a sudden and desperate urge to call her parents.
There was a movement on the bed and Kristin snapped her eyes shut.
“Kristin! Wake up.”
She rolled over and looked up at him. His hair was sticking up, his chin was covered in gray stubble and his breath smelled revolting. The mere thought that she had endured a night in this man’s bedroom made her sick to the stomach.
“I don’t know if you can cook, but I want you to go downstairs and make me some breakfast while I shower. Nothing complicated. Two soft-boiled eggs, a slice of toast and a coffee. Think you can manage that?”
Ignoring his patronizing tone, Kristin nodded.
“Yes, Master.”
“Go on then. I’ll be down in half an hour.”
She went downstairs to the kitchen. The tiles were cold under her feet and she felt her nipples tightening. A slight frost had formed on the kitchen window. Either there was no central heating or it hadn’t yet come on.
She managed to find her way around his cramped kitchen and laid out a place for him on the small table. By the time he came down, his eggs and toast were ready and she was pouring out a steaming cup of coffee. She craved for a cup herself, but by now she had deduced it was all part of his sick little game to decide when, and what, she ate and drank.
Shepard seated himself and said to her, “Go outside and bring me the Sunday papers.”
Kristin made no move and he looked up at her.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Master, but …”
She looked down at the vest which barely covered her body.
“I’m not going to ask you again,” he said.
Resigned to her task, Kristin went out through the hallway, opened the front door, and peeked out. Thankfully, the street looked deserted so she stepped out onto the front porch. It was bitterly cold and she wrapped her arms around her breasts. She spied the newspaper lying at the end of the driveway and she skipped tip-toe across the frosted lawn. As she bent down, a man appeared from around the corner. He was wearing a donkey jacket and a baseball cap and had an enquiring grin on his face.
Kristin flushed and pulled the thin vest down to cover her bare behind.
“Morning,” the man said, as he approached.
Kristin didn’t reply. She picked up the paper and straightened, keenly aware of his eyes locked upon the outline of her erect nipples.
“My name’s Tony. I live next door.”
He was a muscular man, not much older than her
“Aren’t you a little underdressed?” he chuckled, glancing down at her bare legs.
Mortified, Kristin turned without answering and fled back towards the house. As she reached the porch she heard the man call out, “Tell Henry I admire his good taste!”
Kristin closed the door behind her and leaned on it, breathing hard. She had just about been able to suffer this nightmare because up until this point, it had involved just the two of them. Now she had to consider the awful possibility that Shepard intended to go public with her. There was no way she would be able to cope with that.
Back in the kitchen, she put the paper on the table and stood to one side. Shepard picked it up and started reading.
Without looking up, he said, “You took your time.”
She still hadn’t become accustomed to the offhand way he had begun to address her. It was the way she normally treated other people.
She bit her lip and said, “Sorry, Master.”
He glanced up at her and said, “Put your hands on your head and wait there until I’ve finished my breakfast.”
The audacity of the man! Kristin smoldered with anger. But what choice do I have? I can walk any time I please, but my career and maybe my life will be over. I’ve come this far. I might as well humor him.
So Kristin did as she was commanded and stood beside him while he ate, her hands behind her head, and very conscious of her flimsy attire. He continued to read and sip his coffee and appeared to pay her no attention. The kitchen was warmer now, so she figured the central heating had kicked in.
After a while, Shepard pushed his chair back and stood.
“I’m going into the living room,” he said to her. “Wash these dishes and bring me another cup of coffee.”
Kristin went to pick up his plate, but he put out his hand and stopped her.
“I expect to receive an acknowledgement whenever I speak to my slave.”
She felt her hackles rise again, but got it under control.
“Yes Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
After she had completed her menial chores, Kristin brought his second coffee out into the living room which was thankfully, nice and warm. She put the cup down and stood to one side, her arms at her sides.
A minute or two passed and then Shepard put down the newspaper and looked at her. Kristin briefly glanced at him but he continued to stare at her. What now?
He made a show of looking at his watch. Kristin started to get nervous. Then, out of nowhere, she got it, and raised her arms and placed them behind her head.
“Finally,” said Shepard. “You’re not a quick learner are you? That is the position you will assume at all times in this house, unless I instruct you otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Shepard nodded.
“Now, I’m afraid your performance so far this morning hasn’t been quite up to standard,” he informed her.
Kristin’s heart sank. Did this mean a punishment was coming?
“The eggs were overdone, the toast was cold, and you took too long fetching my paper.”
Kristin briefly felt a twinge of shame, as if she had somehow let him down. She really had tried to make him a good breakfast. Then, horrified at feeling that way, even for a second, she asked herself what she was thinking? Why should she care about this horrible little man’s breakfast? Once again, she had to remind herself that this thing was just temporary. She would find a way out.
Shepard went on, “However, I can see that you are doing your best, so I’ll make it a light punishment.”
Kristin waited. What does that mean?
“Come over here and lay face down over my lap.”
Kristin stayed rooted to the spot, as if she hadn’t understood the order.
“Don’t try my patience,” Shepard sighed. “We can use the strap if you prefer?”
That spurred her into action. She climbed up onto the arm of the couch and then stretched flat, laying her belly over his lap.
She felt both foolish and vulnerable with her feet dangling over the edge of the couch and holding onto the hem of the wispy vest. She could feel his breath on her neck but much worse, his penis hardening beneath her stomach! Despite the strapping on her buttocks and that revolting toe-sucking ordeal, this was as physically intimate as they had been thus far.
“Put your arms out forward,” he instructed her.
Kristin did as she was told, leaving her lower half unprotected. Then she felt him slowly raising her vest until it was bunched up beneath her breasts, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her buttocks were now his to ogle and she kept her thighs squeezed tightly together even as she felt his erection pushing against her.
“You have the most perfect ass, Kristin,” he said.
Kristin closed her eyes as she felt the first slap on her bare right buttock. Then the left one. He wasn’t hitting her hard and she realized that his intention was merely to humiliate her. This was his way of suggesting she was a silly little girl and that he was going to help her mend her ways.
The light spanking continued. She pressed her face into the cushions and tried not to envisage what she must look like, stretched out for him, her ass cheeks wobbling under the palm of his hand. Surely, her embarrassment couldn’t get any more excruciating than this?
But it did. Shepard stopped spanking after a while and rested his hand on her right buttock. Then he began to massage her flesh, squeezing and releasing, and then spreading his fingers and lightly rotating his palm, moving from one cheek to the next. He trailed his hand down her thigh and back again, tickling her skin and, to her dismay, Kristin felt goose bumps rising on her buttocks.
Still it wasn’t over. With his left hand, Shepard parted the cleft between her nates. She still had her legs firmly clamped together and although she braced herself for the command to open them, it didn’t come. Instead, he slipped his right index finger down into the narrow gap, locating her anus.
Gently, he rotated the tip of his finger around the puckered rim and then began to prod lightly at the opening. As the tender flesh gave way, he slipped his finger inside. Kristin raised her head and breathed in sharply. It wasn’t agonizingly painful, but she had never in her life experienced having anything inside there. Her outrage was exceeded only by her sheer incredulity at what he was doing.
He continued to invade her, softly pushing in and out until his finger was buried up to the second knuckle.
Kristin remained stock-till, impaled on the gentle intruder and to her horror, she realized that she was getting damp between the legs.
Chapter Nine
As Henry extracted his finger from Kristin’s asshole she let out a little gasp. He had the most intense hard-on he’d had in years and it was an act of sheer willpower not to spread her soft thighs and mount her from behind, right there on the couch.
Never had anybody turned him on as much as this woman, and he was still coming to terms with the fact that she was allowing him to do with her as he pleased! And there was so much that he wanted to do. But he needed to proceed slowly. He had no idea what her limits were, what it would take to make her bolt, so it had to be a gradual process. The objective was to get her steadily accustomed to each step of her remolding. Too much too soon and he might lose her.
With a quavering voice, he said, “Okay, that’s enough punishment for now. You can get up.”
Kristin raised herself onto her knees and quickly pulled down the vest. She turned towards him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Go upstairs and get showered,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” Kristin said, and literally sprinted up the stairs.
Henry sat for a moment, allowing himself time to cool down. Then he went over to Kristin’s blouse and skirt, still on the floor, and took them up to the bedroom. Kristin was already in the shower. He laid the blouse and skirt on the bed and then placed her high heeled pumps nearby. Then he scooped up her bra, panties and stockings and carried them downstairs. He threw the ruined stockings into the garbage and deposited her underwear into the washing basket.
Then he retuned to the living room, sat down and picked up Kristin’s phone. There were four missed calls from Charles, two from Kristin’s mother and one from Brian. Henry decided that she would have to deal with them before they went out.
When Kristin came downstairs again, Henry was delighted to see that she had received his implied instruction and was wearing the blouse, skirt and heels, the shadows of her areolas showing up clearly under the thin blouse.
“Undo your top three buttons,” Henry commanded, “and open up the neck of the blouse.”
Kristin complied, revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Henry realized she didn’t need a bra the way her buoyant breasts jutted out.
“Now turn around and raise your skirt up to your waist.”
He didn’t think she had any spare underwear but he wanted to make sure. Once again, he was presented with a delectable view of the twin orbs of her round ass.
Satisfied, Henry told Kristin to drop the skirt and sit on the couch next to him.
Then he handed her the phone.
“Some people have been trying to contact you,” he said. “So you need to let them know you are okay.”
He detected a flash of hope in her eyes as she accepted the phone.
“I’m sure I don’t need to explain that you are not to indicate that you are in any way being compromised. If you do, even if I suspect that you do, you know the consequences, and I’m not talking about punishments either.”
Kristin nodded despondently.
“Brian can wait until tomorrow. Call your mother first. Tell her you’ve been busy and you’ll try to visit next weekend. Don’t go into any details and try to sound convincing.”
Henry listened as she made the call. Except for a barely audible tremor in her voice, the conv
ersation went as he had intended.
“Now for your boyfriend. He’s obviously very concerned, but he could become a nuisance if he keeps calling. So we need to do something to put him off.”
He saw a look of alarm in her face and asked, “How long have you been seeing him?”
She hesitated and then replied, “About two months.”
“Have you slept with him?”
“No!” Kristin retorted loudly.
Henry raised his eyebrows.
“No, Master,” she said again meekly.
“Are you in love with him?”
That question seemed to throw her and she had to think before she replied.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. It’s still early.”
Henry leaned back and crossed his legs.
“I can’t have my slave harboring feelings for another man. All of your attention must be focused upon me.”
A look of indignation appeared on her face and for a moment, Henry thought the real Kristin was about to break through. He remained silent, allowing her time to consider. Once again, the implied repercussions of any arguing prevailed, and she calmed herself down.
“Call him and tell him you’re okay but you want to have some time to yourself. Ask him not to call you anymore and that you’ll contact him when you are ready.”
She looked at him appealingly but Henry remained impassive so she dialed the number and Charles picked up on the first ring.
“Kristin! My God, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Charles.”
“I’ve been so worried. Since that mysterious call in the restaurant, I’ve been beside myself. What happened?”
“I told you,” Kristin said. “Nothing important. Just a family matter, which has been resolved.”
Henry nodded approvingly.
“Why haven’t you answered my calls?”
‘I’ve been…preoccupied.”
“Preoccupied? What does that mean?”
Kristin paused and then said, “I needed some time to think.”
There was a moment’s silence at the other end.
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