Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1

by Hess, A. M.

  I am college educated and can hold a conversation if it is your wish. Although I am not new to a life of servitude, I feel there should be a strong bond between a slave and his Master.

  If you wish to discuss this further I await your reply. My name is Ian Kelly and I would greatly appreciate it if you would consider me for you open position.

  With many thanks and humility,

  Ian

  There was an attachment to the message. MJ double clicked the paperclip icon and waited. After a few seconds a photo of Ian Kelly filled the screen of her laptop. She caught her breath and jumped. Before her was a very nice looking young man who could easily have been mistaken as her husband Dalton’s twin. There was enough difference between to two of them to recognize, but they were so close that the average person would have said they were brothers.

  She starred at the handsome image. His likeness was remarkable with the same chin, nose, eyes and smile. MJ kept the photo on the screen as she sat back thinking of all the times she had fantasized about dominating Dalton and now she had his twin applying for just that position. Reaching to the computer she picked up the riding crop and lazily ran it over her open left palm again. Her mind flooded with the scenes from the books she had been reading. In place of the male characters she inserted the man on the screen.

  She traced his face with the tongue of the crop thinking of playfully spanking him for nothing more than her perverse pleasure. The black leather keeper moved across the monitor and then down the length of his face to his chin. MJ imagined him on his knees, naked with the exception of a cock cage starring up at her as she lifted his chin with the crop. The familiar excitement coursed through her when the idea of having this man as a Submissive began to turn to reality.

  Tossing the crop to the side she leaned back into the computer keyboard, closed the image viewer and began a response. With an attempt to sound dominating but not crazy she wrote:

  Mr. Kelly,

  I too have been looking for a person to fit my needs and personality. Like you, I feel that there must be a bond of compatibility between the Submissive and the one he serves. I am also college educated, sane and drug and disease free.

  I am rather new to the world of domination but the need inside me is unquestionable. My desires do not go into the areas of pain, torture or strange fetishes. I simply want a male Sub who is willing to perform as I ask without question and has no self interest while in my service.

  I find you to be handsome and I would be interested in furthering the conversation. Please tell me about your limits, your prior service as a Sub and what type of lifestyle you are interested in.

  Additionally, it would please me to see more photos of you.

  I look forward to your response,

  Mistress

  She hit the send button. Her heart was beating rapidly in her excitement. I can’t believe it. He sounds intelligent, safe, sane and looks great. He looks like Dalton! Yes, Mr. Ian Kelly, you might just be the one.

  MJ hurried through the rest of the messages in her in-box, responding and deleting as she went. For the time being she was satisfied with the two possible applicants. The standard had been set and it would be difficult for others to meet. Ella had been right about taking her time and waiting for the right guys to come along. She thought about how she had reached this point and the frustration that had crept in earlier. All of that was gone now.

  Sipping her wine she thought about the possibilities that now awaited her. What will they send next? Nude photos? I hope so. What will their limits be and I wonder what stories they will tell me about their other mistresses. I want it all, I want to know what they did and what they’re willing to do for me. Her mind jumped from one fantasy to another, each with her new Subs serving her.

  She put a hand to her belly as her stomach began to quiver with excitement. Having faces and names brought the fantasy world closer to being a reality. The adventure had begun and she would be forever changed because of it. MJ was determined to make this the experience of a lifetime. She was no longer concerned about Dalton and his indiscretions. Ella and Trish had given good advice and she would act accordingly. It was time to take control of her own life.

  No more victim, she promised.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Neither of her ‘applicants’ sent a reply that evening. She was anxious to hear from them but understood that they had lives to live too. There was no need to hurry but she couldn’t deny her readiness. Having received a photo of a man so close to the likeness of her husband was far beyond anything she had expected. MJ hoped that he was as compatible, capable and willing as his email made him out to be.

  She shut down the computer, poured another glass of wine and took the steps up to the master bedroom. She turned down the bed and climbed in wearing only panties and a T-shirt. Remembering the book she had started the previous evening, MJ propped herself on pillows against the headboard and thumbed the pages to where she had left off.

  The scene was similar to the last she had read. Sarah Connelly had her two captives back at the hotel and she was commanding another round of sexual deviance. MJ put herself in the place of the female lead and imagined her new Dalton look-a-like as the enslaved husband. The passage read:

  Once they were all three naked, Sarah explained the point of the day’s session. “Today we are going to see who is better at eating pussy, mine of course. The winner will get one orgasm.” She looked at her husband’s caged cock and knew he was hoping to win the contest. She had him caged for a week now and he had been begging for release.

  Sarah moved to the bed and stretched out on her back. She fluffed the pillows to make herself comfortable. Her two slaves stood at the bedside silently waiting for the next instructions. When she was happy with her position she said, “Diane come here and use your mouth on my nipples while Brian tries to earn first prize.” Diane climbed onto the bed and laying next to Sarah conformed to her body with one leg thrown over her hips. She used her hand to guide Sarah’s breast to her mouth and began to slowly and gently suck her nipple.

  She watched as her husband Brian stood frozen watching the two of them. He made no move to advance but she could tell he was enjoying the show by the strain his cock was putting on the chastity cage. He had never seen her with another woman and she just imagined what it was doing to him watching his two female lover’s couple without him. Sarah enjoyed the sexual torture that she was putting him through. He had tortured her in a different way; she was only getting him back.

  When she was ready for him Sarah spread her legs farther apart and said, “Okay Brian, let’s see what you can do. And remember there’s a reward on the line.” She heard him mutter, “Yes Mistress” just before his tongue flashed across her lips. She moaned at his oral attentions. He was doing his best and she was certain it had more to do with the reward than it did with pleasing her. In either case she was going to enjoy his oral talents for the time being.

  Sarah stroked Diane’s blond hair as she suckled her nipple. When she first had devised this plan of retribution Sarah wasn’t sure if she would enjoy the benefits of another woman. Her intent was to embarrass and humiliate the girl, but she now had to admit that she liked the way a woman felt to her. The orgasm Diane had given her last week was more powerful than any man. Her smooth skin and femininity added to the sex rather than detracted.

  Sarah moved her hand down Diane’s back and caressed her shoulders. The girl moaned around her breast. Sarah continued caressing and stroking her shoulders. She moved her roving hand to Diane’s neck and stroked the bare flesh from her ear to her chest. Diane adjusted her position to allow Sarah better access to her body and settled back to suck her breast again. Sarah cupped the woman’s smaller breast. Diane moaned again. She caressed her and pinched her erect nipple. Diane released the hold she had on Sarah’s breast and breathed deeply. The stimulation had an obvious affect on Diane as her breath caught and her eyes widened. She reached up and embraced Sarah in a passionate kiss.


  Their tongues found one another. With abandon the two women kissed and stroke each others breasts. Diane seemed to be lost in the moment; she pulled Sarah to her as if they had been lovers for years. The excitement overwhelmed them and for a time they forgot about Brian who was eagerly trying to please his wife.

  The two women settled back and after a beat Sarah said, “That’s enough”. She was breathing heavy and ready to climax but she had bigger plans for Diane. Commanding she said to Diane, “Lay down across the bed, face up.” She did as instructed; the girl had not yet recovered from the passion of kissing and was in a trance sexual of compliance. She looked at Sarah longingly as if begging for her to return. “Brian come knee beside the bed at Diane’s head.” He repositioned himself so that his chin was just above Diane’s forehead. “Good, very good.” Sarah was ready for the next part of her deviant game.

  She mounted Diane with her pussy hovering over the girl’s mouth and her ass just inches from her husband’s face. She cooed, “Your turn Diane. Let’s see what you can do from this position.” Sarah eased down until Diane’s hungry tongue began to lap her wetness. She was facing away from them both and as the girl went to work licking and sucking Sarah settled into a comfortable perch. She moaned and in a husky voice said, “Brian, be a dear and lick my ass.” After a moment’s hesitation she felt his warm tongue at her backdoor. The sensation of the two tongues working together on her pussy and ass was like nothing she had felt before.

  Sarah leaned forward to give them better access to their respective areas of responsibility. Her face was now hovering over Diane’s sex. For the first time she was able to get a good look at it. A soft blond puff of hair topped the tender pink folds. She could smell the woman’s excitement and it drew her to explore. Sarah stroked Diane’s thighs and belly. The girl moaned loudly and spread her legs wide without being instructed to do so.

  Sarah’s free hand caressed the blond pubic hair before her. It was soft and inviting. Moving slowly she slid two fingers between the outer folds letting her natural wetness lubricate them. Diane moaned loudly from beneath her hips, she kept her tongue and lips busy but it was obvious that she wanted Sarah to continue the attention. Getting lost in the moment and close to climax, Sarah plunged her fingers into Diane’s waiting crevasse. She slid in without resistance and immediately began pumping her fingers in and out. The moans from under her hips grew louder and Diane licked and sucked with an increased intensity. Sarah could feel the girl’s inner walls contracting against her fingers and knew she would cum soon.

  The thought made her crazy with lust and she sat up grinding her pussy into Diane’s face. At the same time Sarah reached behind grabbing her husband’s head forcing him deeper into her exposed ass. Her fingers were pounding into Diane’s open sex making a slapping sound each time they were driven in. At last Diane groaned and splash after splash washed over Sarah’s fingers as she came with amazing force. Diane’s thrashing and guttural moans took Sarah over the edge. She held Brain tight against her and screamed through the orgasmic bliss of her climax. She rode her two slaves until the ecstasy subsided. Sarah rolled onto the bed in an exhausted heap panting to catch her breath.

  When the feeling came back to her legs she stood and moved to the door where her black overcoat was hung. Taking it from the door hook she donned the coat and shoes and tossed her purse over an arm. In a breathless voice she said, “Diane, I guess you win. I hope you enjoyed your reward. Better luck next time Brian.” She opened the door and was gone before he could protest.

  During her reading, MJ had retrieved the Evolved Roulette vibrator from her night stand. As she moved the device in and out she imagined herself in the place of Sarah Connelly with two slaves to command and take pleasure from. Instead of Brian Connelly and Diane Slone however, she was thinking of Dalton and his friend Betty Harrison.

  Finishing the chapter she let the book fall to the side and continued the imaginary fantasy. The curve of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to impact her G-spot. And she would pull it out far enough to rub the spot before plunging back into her. Her movement, the mental fantasy and the vibrating device combined to create a powerful orgasm. At the crescendo she clamped her legs together and rode the climax to its end. Her cries of ecstasy turned in to whimpers of satisfaction. Completely spent, MJ withdrew the vibrator, placed it on the night table and fell fast asleep.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  She was more excited to power up the computer than she could ever remember. But then I have never searched for a sex slave before. The machine went through its mechanical routine of buzzes and clicks. Finally there was the home page. MJ logged into Delicious Domination.com and entered her email in-box.

  There were seventeen messages and a quick scan let her know that both of her ‘possibilities’ had replied. Saving Ian for last she opened the message from Mark. It was rather short but there was an attachment. It read:

  Dearest Elizabethan Mistress,

  I am humbled by your reply. It gives me great pleasure to be allowed to continue our conversation.

  As I said, my last Mistress moved away and I am now left here alone. Other than my stated limits there is nothing I won’t do to please my Mistress and her guests or those she loans me to. I have been loaned for an hour and up to an entire weekend. The feedback my Mistress received was always positive. Several times I have been loaned to the same Mistress by request. I feel that alone speaks to my ability to please.

  To prove my loyalty and service I have attached a short video taken at one of the last parties my Mistress threw before leaving Cincinnati. I truly hope it proves my worthiness.

  I beg that after seeing the video you will feel compelled to choose me as your next servant.

  Respectfully,

  Mark

  MJ moved the mouse cursor to the attachment and clicked. The movie player filled the screen and after a beat the recording began to play. It was obviously a home video taken at someone’s home. The only lighting was from an overhead ceiling lamp and a few table lamps. She counted three women and someone holding the camera along with one male whom she assumed was Mark. The women were in various states of undress. They looked like the dominatrix pictured on the web sites she had been viewing.

  The male was completely naked, on his knees with his hands restrained behind his back. Even on his knees MJ could tell that he was a short man, perhaps just over five feet tall. His skin was pale, he was overweight and a small erect penis peeked out from under his ample belly.

  The voice behind the camera said, “Now do Melissa, you worthless piece of shit.” Mark looked at the camera lens and replied, “Yes, Mistress Carol.” On his knees he moved to a nude woman sitting in a recliner with her legs spread. He positioned himself in front of her and began to lick and suck her shaved pussy. The camera operator moved in for a close up.

  The rest of the women in the room began encouraging him to “Eat her!” They called him humiliating names and yelled for the woman in the chair to “Cum on his face”. Through all of the noise MJ could hear the woman getting closer to release. As her moans increased in volume, so did the cheers from the women watching. At last she began to buck against the slave’s mouth. She violently pulled his hair as she rode her orgasm to completion, all the while screaming.

  When she was finished the voice behind the camera said, “Well done, I think that’s it for all the ladies”. The woman in the chair released his head and kicked him backward to the floor. They all laughed and began the humiliating chats again.

  The video flashed and a new scene with Mark and presumably the same women filled the screen. The room looked identical with the exception that plastic sheeting had been used to cover the floor. Mark’s hands were secured and held stretched above his head as he lay on his back motionless and nude. The camera zoomed to his face and the voice behind it asked, “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Mistress”, was his only answer.

  “Open your mouth and don’t move”, said the voice
from behind the lens. He did as instructed and the camera pulled back as a naked woman squatted over him and began urinating in his mouth and on his face. The others burst into cheers again. They yelled for him to “Drink her piss” and called him a “Human pig toilet”. The camera held in place as the scene continued. Mark swallowed and coughed as the streaming yellow liquid filled his mouth and nose. The continuous jet of urine was more than he could take and it flooded from his mouth and run down his neck pooling at his head.

  When the woman’s bladder was empty she stood over him. Someone yelled, “What do you say, you ignorant piece of shit?” Mark swallowed and coughed out “Thank you, Mistress”. “You’re welcome”, was heard on the video and another woman stepped in to repeat the process.

  In all, MJ watched four women squat and urinate on Mark before the video ended. He was bathed in their piss, his hair was soaked and the plastic was puddle with yellow pools around his head. Someone released his hand restraints and the voice from behind the camera said, “Clean this mess up”. He rolled to his knees and replied, “Yes Mistress” as the screen went blank.

  Wow! I didn’t see that one coming. I guess he’s proud of his service to his Mistress but that’s not for me. I want someone a little more…

  …normal, I guess. This is too weird for me .

  She closed the movie player and sent him a short response.

  Mark,

  I have reviewed your response & video and I’m afraid that there would not be a good match between your services and my needs.

  Thank you,

  Elizabethan Mistress

  It was all the needed to be said. She hit the send button and scrolled down to IanKelly1984. Her heart beat a little fast with the high hopes of finding more of what she wanted in this message. It read: