He was so beautiful and perfect. A near Herculean specimen of a man. He had a chiselled jaw, with a cleft. His chin looked defiant if not mighty. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but they were like black pools. She could see the shine of the camera flash in them. She shuddered when she thought of how he may work out to stay so fit. She remembered reading in a magazine that sex was one of the best work outs for toning and gaining muscle mass. She wondered how many times this man... This master could go before he got tired. She giggled.
From the sounds of his emails he would get bored before he got tired of either sex or discipline. She half wondered if he was a sadistic man who would punish her for no other reason than the fact she existed. She sighed to herself as she ran a hand over her breast a little surprised to find her nipples so hard and erect.
Opening the other picture she gasped this time. Master Darrius was in the picture once again, and he was pictured with the same woman, but this time she was wearing the dog collar and leash. Only this time the woman was bent over his legs and he had a miniature Cat o' nine tails that he had obviously been using on her rump. There were pink streaks across both of the woman's butt cheeks, and the look on her face as she looked at the camera was both of pleasure and pain. Faye was suddenly very hot. Just looking at the two pictures sent her mind in to flights of fantasy. She took off her clothes and sat back down at the computer, staring at the computer while she touched herself. Her hands brushed over her chest between her breasts not allowing herself to touch her sensitive nipples nor the fullness of them. One between them and under them as she teased herself. Her nipples grew even harder and painfully yearned to be touched. She ran her hand up across her neck, before trailing back down between her breasts.
She ran her hands down both sides of her breasts pushing them together before running her hands under her breasts, over her ribs, and across her flat stomach. Slowly, she ran her hands over her thighs, first the outer and then the inner before trailing them back up. Finally, grabbing each nipple and squeezing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched than rubbed over them with the tips of her fingers never once taking her eyes of Master Darrius' picture. She pinched her nipples and lightly slapped her breasts causing them to bounce up and down.
She moaned as she felt her vagina walls began to tingle along with the familiar heavy feeling in her clitoris. All while she used one hand to play and pinch her nipples. Faye trailed the other down her body to her vagina. She kept her eyes locked on Master Darrius' eyes in the picture. She imagined he was commanding her to touch herself. To masturbate in front of him and his other slaves as a punishment for sticking her tongue out at him.
She slid a finger in to her already wet slit and gasped as she almost orgasmed. She imagined Master Darrius commanding her not to yet. She had to do so much more before she would be allowed satisfaction. Her eyes begged Master Darrius' picture, but the picture said nothing. In Faye's mind she heard him commanding her to insert a finger in to her vagina and fuck herself.
'Another!' Master Darrius commanded.
Obediently, Faye inserted another finger. She moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her sopping slit and slid off the computer chair on to the floor.
'More!' The Master Darrius in her mind commanded her. She put in a third finger and then a fourth. She moaned loudly as she desperately attempted to get her thumb in to herself.
'Do it!' The Master Darrius commanded. 'Do it now, or you are not allowed to cum!'
With a small whimper, Faye was able to get her thumb in to her vagina. She moaned in ecstasy as she pumped her entire hand in and out of her vagina. Pulling it all the way out before diving it back inside of herself as deeply as she could go without contorting herself. She closed her eyes feeling the feeling of being completely filled by her own fist and she imagined it was Master Darrius pumping his thick, veiny, cock in to her sopping wet hole. She moaned as she imagined him stopping.
“Please,” She begged. “Please.”
'Please what, Slave?” Master Darrius asked.
“Please let me cum,” She begged the Master Darrius in her mind.
'Then cum!' Master Darrius commanded and with that she began fucking herself hard and fast as she could with her entire hand. She pumped it in and out with wetness spilling out of her gaping wet hole on to the floor puddling under her pert bottom. She imagined Master Darrius yelling at her the entire time.
'Fuck, slave!' He commanded her. 'Harder! Slap your clit! Pinch your nipples! Cum right now!'
She screamed as she obeyed him and came. Her legs shook and her toes curled. She could hear the joints popping, her vagina pulsed around her fist, and her clit jumped, while her nipples stood on end. Every ounce of her strength was sapped from her as she pulled her fist out of her vagina and fell asleep on the floor in a puddle of her own satisfaction. She was breathing very heavily and prayed that Master Darrius would be as good in real life as he was in her fantasy. If he was she would never regret the choice she was about to make. She stayed on the floor for a moment and didn't notice what time. She fell in to a deep and satisfied sleep on the floor next to her computer chair. She had a lot of work to get done and she only had six more days.
All the next day she spent her time listing her items online, and took out an ad in the newspaper. It was a couple of days before she had sold nearly everything she owned. She sat back in her empty house and wondered if she hadn't lost her mind. The only things she hadn't been able to sell was a milk cartoon full of old books. She dug through the books. She wondered where she had gotten them, and when she had bought them. Someone was supposed to come take her couch. She decided she would pull it on to the screened in porch before she left. Locking the door, she looked down at the bus ticket in her hand. She had decided the night before that she would change in to her slave tunic in the bus bathroom before getting off at the bus stop. She would call a taxi from there when she arrived. Master Darrius had given her an address, but she hadn't found the house on any online map. The satellite view was mysteriously missing from all the online map sites she could find. She had a few items packed in to the backpack on her back. She had a little extra spending money, some bras and panties in different colors, and a couple of books by Shakespeare. All of the other items she didn't sell like her desk and a few boxes of assorted junk, she left out on the curb with a “free” sign attached.
At the bus station she considered not getting on, but when the bus pulled up she got on. She chose a seat by herself and put on her headphones and pulled out her book. She wasn't reading it, because she was so nervous. She didn't know what to expect. The further away from her home the more nervous she got. Considering that she still had enough money to move. She had quit her job, but she was sure that she could get it back. Looking in to her backpack she pulled out a bottle that she had filled with vodka since it looked like water. Opening the cap, Faye, took a healthy gulp of it. It burned her throat like she had swallowed a hot coal. She coughed and the couple sitting next to her leaned forward to look at her. She waved her hand at them and they went back to talking as she stopped coughing.
“Dunkirk,” The bus driver announced pulling the bus to a stop.
Faye stood up, hoisted her book-bag over her shoulder, and disembarked. The bus station was actually a gas station. In a panic Faye realized she hadn't changed while she was on the bus. She went in to the gas station.
“Do you have a bathroom?” She asked.
“Paying customers only,” The woman told her.
“I'll buy this,” Faye told her as she grabbed a bag of chips from in front of the counter. The woman rang up her purchase and handed her a key attached to a huge piece of wood that looked like a paddle. Running around the side of the building Faye unlocked the bathroom door and went inside. When she emerged again she was dressed in a grey tunic with a simple satin cord tied around her waist. She went back in to the gas station to return the key.
“You in a play or somethin'?” The woman asked her. F
aye looked up and smiled at her.
“Or something,” Faye agreed. “Do you have a pay phone and a phone book?”
“Right outside,” The woman gestured to the door.
Outside Faye called a local cab company and within fifteen minutes the cab pulled up in front of the gas station. The driver got out and opened the door for her. He tipped his baseball hat as he ushered her inside before closing the door.
The cab pulled up in front of a massive house. Faye wasn't sure whether to call it a mansion or an estate. It surrounded by tall square hedges along the property. The huge wrought iron gate was open, and she paused for a moment.
She heard the cab puling away from the house and knew that there was no turning back. Slowly, Faye walked up the winding drive to the house. It gave her the chance to look around, but as she walked the house only seemed to become larger and larger.
The house was three stories high, and was the entire length of the block. Idly, she wondered how long it would take her to walk from one side of the house to the other, and prayed she wouldn't have to any time soon. Not sure she could make it in less than ten minutes.
As the massive double doors loomed in front of her she was sure they were at least ten feet tall, and appeared to made of thick heavy wood.
'Probably oak,' she thought as she studied them.
Both doors had massive wolf heads that appeared to be cast from copper, mounted on both doors. They were haunting to Faye for some odd reason, and her hands were shaking as she rung the doorbell that was embedded in the mouth of the left wolf's head. Remembering Master Darrius' email she dropped to her knees to wait for someone to answer the door.
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