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by Jessie Dame

  “Welcome home,” Master said as I listened intently.

  Would he tell her?

  “What were you doing?” I heard the woman say bluntly.

  He replied quickly, “Just cleaning up the basement. It helps me cool down, you know that.”

  The conversation faded quickly as I heard them walk up the stairs towards the second floor.

  Then silence.

  I finished the tray of food and set it at the top of the stairs, contemplating my decision. There wasn’t that much to think about. Master or no Master. It was by far the easiest question I’ve ever been asked.

  My head hit the pillow as I closed my eyes, thinking about him. I couldn’t just walk away. No. The answer is right in front of me.

  I felt myself drift into the darkness that surrounded me just as I heard something that I had never heard only once before.

  A gunshot.

  CHAPTER THREE: REPERCUSSIONS

  I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the door.

  It had been dead silent for at least an hour before the light flickered. He came.

  His voice was on edge. “Joanne. Remember that decision I asked of you earlier?”

  “Yes, Master. I do.”

  “Hold off on that. We need to get the hell out of here. I fucked up.”

  He did kill her. He killed his wife.

  “Yes, Master.” I said firmly.

  Richard threw a dress down the stairs. I snatched quickly and pulled it over my head.

  “Let’s go. We need to hurry.”

  I glanced around the room before rushing up the stairs. I knew I wouldn’t be back.

  Richard was wearing a brown sweater and jeans. In one hand was a large duffle bag, and in the other a backpack. For the first time, I caught a glance of his face in the light.

  He was an attractive man. I hadn’t seen many men before, only the odd man every now and then late at night when we were walking, but even then, it was dark.

  Richard was well built. I could tell by his thick muscular arms under the sweater. I had been on the receiving end of those arms more than I could count… and I wouldn’t take any of those times back. It was who he was. Who I was. Who we were.

  He swung the door open and ran down the steps.

  The neighborhood he lived in was sparse. Houses were few and far in between.

  Richard opened the back of his SUV and threw the bags in. “Get in the front,” he said as he looked around the side of the car.

  “Yes, Master.” I said as I opened the door and jumped in.

  The leather on the seats reminded me of the slick black leather he had around my neck just the other night. Would I ever feel that again?

  My hand reached up and slid across my neck as I reminisced the past.

  Surely our life would continue elsewhere.

  The engine roared to life as my body was jerked forward. We flew out of the driveway faster than the crack of his whip.

  Richard focused on the road. I was silent.

  My hands folded across my lap as I sat there staring out the window.

  “Get my bag,” Richard said as I looked over at his hands. His knuckles were white.

  I climbed into the back seat and saw the two bags.

  “Which one?”

  The car swerved. My body was thrown to the side of the car as I glanced out the window. A small truck flew off the side of the road into the night.

  “Shit. I don’t know. Look inside the duffle bag. Tell me what you see.”

  I unzipped the long leather bag. It contained leather straps, whips, anal beads, butt plugs, nipple clamps and much more. “I see long black leather stra—”

  He cut me off. “No, the other bag.”

  I zipped up the first bag and unbuttoned the backpack.

  “Grab me that small black box. It’s a GPS.”

  I picked it up and handed it to him then sat back in my seat.

  Richard pressed a button and it lit up. A few more buttons and it appeared to be giving us directions somewhere.

  “Two hours. Get some sleep.”

  I curled up on the warm seat and closed my eyes.

  A loud noise awoke me.

  I jolted awake, looking around.

  Richard looked over at me with a stern glare, “Keep calm. Don’t speak.”

  I nodded.

  The car pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

  Richard looked pale.

  “Stuff this under your shirt. Quickly now.”

  He reached down and grabbed a jacket off the floor and handed it to me.

  I bunched it up and put it under my dress.

  Not a moment later a man walked up next to our car. He was dressed in an odd black jacket. “Sir. Do you know how fast you were going?”

  He clicked on his flashlight and shone it at my eyes. I held up my hand to block the intensity.

  Richard spoke calmly, “I’m sorry officer. My wife… she’s pregnant and I’m trying to get her to the hospital.”

  The man pointed his light down to my stomach, then back up at my face. “Is this true ma’am?”

  I looked at Richard then back to the man outside.

  “Yes.” I said firmly. If there was one thing I was good at, it was lying. I could suppress my emotions and say or do anything.

  “Get on your way then! Get out of here. The hospital is just up the road a few miles on the left.”

  The man walked away.

  Richard kept his eyes on the road as we sped out into the night. “Good job.”

  I looked at him and nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  We drove for what seemed like forever. Not a word was spoken until light peaked on the horizon in front of us. I could finally see.

  Trees flew by our car. Massive fields of yellow flowers as far as I could see.

  The glass on my side of the car slid down just a bit. I felt the wind on my face.

  I realized I was happy.

  Richard looked over at me. His face was filled with warmth. I had never seen that face before. It scared me.

  I sunk back down in my chair and curled up as my stomach growled.

  His face turned cold and stern. “You shouldn’t look outside. The world is filled with evil. Such things aren’t something you want to experience.”

  “Yes, Master.” I replied, uncertain of the meaning behind his words.

  The car slowed and pulled off the road to a small building. “Ameya Hotel.”

  “Wait here.” Richard said as the car stopped in front of the building.

  I nodded and waited for him.

  Before long he came back holding something in his hands. I looked down at it.

  “Keys. Let’s go get some food and rest.”

  CHAPTER FOUR: LIGHTS IN THE NIGHT

  I sat on the small chair next to the window. I could tell he was watching me.

  The sun began to set, casting long rays of light through the window. When the sun set, the darkness came, and the light went off.

  I knew what happened next.

  Master stood up and walked over to his leather bag as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The room was quiet other than the odd occasional siren in the distance.

  “Joanne. Bend over the bed.” He said firmly.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I bent over the bed and prepared for the inevitable blow.

  “You’ve done well today, but you still have a lot to learn.” His voice was cold, stern.

  I heard the bag unzip followed by his heavy footsteps toward the bed.

  “Pull up your dress.”

  With one hand wrapped around the blanket, I reached back with the other and pulled my dress up over my bare naked rear.

  Whack!

  I felt the wooden paddle hit my behind. My body jerked forward. I gripped the blanket with both hands and gritted my teeth. Master knows what’s best.

  Whack!

  The paddle hit me again. I could feel my rear burning with pain.

  Whack!

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bsp; He hit me harder. My body lurched forward as I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off with a finger. Master would be disappointed.

  Whack!

  My behind lit up with fire as the pain coursed through my body. Master, my Master, he needed me.

  I heard the paddle hit the floor.

  “Get on the bed and lie on your stomach. Spread your arms and legs.”

  His words were harsh.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I laid on the bed and did as I was told.

  Master wrapped twine around each of my hands and feet, then tied each to a post on the bed. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The bindings were strong – taut.

  He laid upon me and pressed himself inside.

  Master’s thick cock slid deep within my opening as I felt his warm breath on my neck.

  Every thrust brought an animalistic grunt from him. His mouth clung to my neck, biting, stinging, and drawing blood.

  Master thrusted into me again. My body jerked forward, pulling the twine around my legs even tighter. The rope burned against my skin.

  “Do you enjoy me inside you?” He said through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, Master.” I said without hesitation.

  His cock slid deep inside. My legs fought to move, but being tied so tightly, there was no give.

  I felt Master’s hands wrap around my chest and squeeze my nipples. My body jerked forward again as he breathed deeply into my ear.

  “Tonight you shall experience something new.”

  “Yes, Master.” I said, contemplating what he could possibly do to my body that I hadn’t already done with him.

  Master stood up. I heard him ruffling through the bag.

  A cold sensation on my anus. He was dripping something on me.

  I felt something new.

  His finger pressed inside my anus and explored my body. The experience was much different than anything else.

  Pressure.

  Another finger pressed inside as I felt him run his other hand up my front.

  Master would take care of me. Always. And I would be there for him. Always.

  He continued training my backside as my mind went elsewhere.

  Did Master murder his wife? Was it because of me? Did she get in the way of me and him?

  I felt his hand press against my left cheek while the tip of his cock pressed inside my anus.

  “Shhh… don’t make a sound.” He commanded as a heated conversation in front of our door ensued.

  His thick cock pressed inside me. I could only hope it was everything he wanted. My lip quivered. What if I wasn’t good enough for him?

  I felt a tear roll down my cheek as the pressure increased. He went deeper.

  “Master?”

  Immediately I regretted my action.

  Surely he would be angry at my speaking out.

  At this point, I had no way to turn back. I went with it, even though I knew the consequences.

  “Do you love me?”

  The heated conversation in front of our door stopped as did my heart.

  I looked over my shoulders at him. His glare burned into my soul. I shouldn’t have spoken.

  Someone banged against the door.

  Master whispered into my ear fervently. “Quickly now. I’m going to untie you, and you get dressed. Go to the door and tell them you are alone and everything is fine.”

  “Yes, Master.” I whispered as he removed my bindings.

  I pulled the dress over my body and walked to the door just as it opened.

  Looking behind me, Master was gone.

  My heart raced.

  Two men stood there, one in a uniform like the man that stopped our car, and another man whom was wearing a similar outfit as Master.

  “Good evening…?” The man in the uniform said as he looked over my shoulder.

  He appeared to be confused.

  The other man spoke, “We are looking for a man that purchased this room earlier. Do you know him?”

  I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers. Just do what Master said.

  “No. I’m alone, and everything is fine.”

  The man in the uniform pulled out his light and shone it into the room. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Both men smiled and looked at me top to bottom. “Have you seen this man?”—he held up a picture of Master—“He murdered his wife.”

  My suspicion was confirmed. He did kill her. But why?

  “I saw him leave hours ago. He gave me the key to this room and said to sleep here.”

  I felt my mouth move without even thinking.

  The two men looked at each other.

  “Have a good night.” The man in the uniform said as he clicked off his light.

  They both turned and walked away.

  I closed the door.

  Master stepped out from the bathroom. “Good job.”

  His words felt good. I was glad to have pleased him.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I watched as his hands curled around the ball gag on the bedside table.

  It was still early, and my training had only just begun.

  CHAPTER ONE: OUTLINES

  Master walked over towards me, gag in hand. I could see his outline approaching as I sat there in the middle of the room on a wooden chair.

  I felt the ball enter my mouth as he tied the leather behind my head.

  The room continued to darken as the sun crept beyond the horizon. Shadows melted with darkness.

  My eyes glanced around the room. Carpet covered the floors. I was so used to hearing Master in the cellar, at least then I could tell where he was.

  Today was different. I was in a small room in the middle of nowhere at an old hotel.

  My suspicions were confirmed by the man in the uniform from earlier. Master did kill his wife, and the men were trying to find him. It seemed he didn’t want the men to find him. So I lied for my Master.

  I haven’t yet found out why he killed her. My best assumption is that he wanted to be with me, and only with me.

  Master’s hand ran up my leg. Goosebumps brought the hairs on the back of my neck to attention.

  The gag was tight. I could feel my mouth stuck open.

  His hand graced my inner thigh.

  “Tonight you shall learn something new.” Master said as I heard him ruffle through his duffle bag.

  My mind raced in anticipation.

  Master always had something new. He wanted something to balance pleasure with pain.

  I felt a new sensation.

  Metallic, yet sharp.

  It started upon my heel, and then ran up the back of my leg. I knew the device. He taught me the name years ago.

  Wartenberg wheel.

  I could feel every bump, touch and emotion the wheel carried as it went closer between my legs. At the last moment, it stopped and ran up my chest and over my shoulder.

  “What do you feel?”

  Master’s words broke the silence. He cut through darkness and brought light into the room. I could already feel my heart beating rapidly.

  My words have always been the same up until yesterday; “Yes, Master.”

  Today was different. It was almost as if he had emotion. It was almost as if he cared.

  “I feel… titillated.” I said firmly.

  Master never liked a quiet answer. He liked it straight. Never lie. Never speak out of turn. Never do anything unless told.

  His hands slid under my shirt. I felt fingers curl around my breasts as I heard the toy drop to the floor.

  “You didn’t cum for me yesterday when I told you.”

  His statement brought immediate fear.

  “Forgive me Master.” I said quickly.

  “You will cum for me twice tonight, or you will be punished.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Our lifestyle was nothing we ever spoke about. We were in this together. Both Richard and I both allowed everything to simply happen. There was never need
for speaking openly. Our relationship transcended words.

  I felt the ever familiar twine around my hands.

  “Stand up.”

  I stood.

  “Lie on your stomach on the floor.”

  I did so.

  Master picked up my legs and tied the twine around my feet, then my hands to my feet.

  Bound and unable to move, I laid there. Waiting.

  I felt slight vibrations in the floor as he moved about.

  The room grew dim as I heard him flick his lighter.

  Master didn’t smoke, or at least I never smelled it on him.

  Without warning, fire burned across my rear. No… not fire.

  It was another new sensation. Water?

  My body twisted with pleasure as I ached for Master to be inside my body. I wanted him more than ever at that very moment.

  The burning feeling stopped.

  Wax. It was wax. I was sure of it.

  I felt the stinging run down my rear towards my slit. It stopped.

  Another drip ran down my shoulder towards the middle of my back. It pooled in the center. I couldn’t help but moan softly.

  “Hush now.”

  His words calmed my adrenaline. Soon he would be within me.

  “Cum for me.”

  I desperately wanted to cum for him. My body was aching for his.

  If I had any way of cumming for him, I would have.

  “Cum for me,” he said again, this time with urgency.

  I felt the tip of his finger run up my bare lips between my legs. He touched ever so lightly.

  My body shook with anticipation. I needed him.

  His finger went deeper as he explored inside my lips. Two fingers pressed together, he held tightly onto my clit.

  “Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear.

  I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Shockwaves of a tingling sensation ran down my spine.

  Master’s finger went inside, curled within me and pressed right on my spot. He didn’t move as I felt his tongue press on my neck ever so lightly.

  My body was ready for release. I could feel myself tensing like a tightly coiled spring.

  His fingers were replaced by his hard cock.

  I could immediately feel my vision fading to black as he held the tip of his dick just inside my lips. I didn’t need anything else.

  “Cum for me.”

  His taunts had finally grown fruit. My body shook violently with intense waves of orgasm. I came hard as my arms and legs fought the bindings.