Amish No More Ch. 01

"Yes, Master, a little."

"Excellent and a little is all you need to know for now. When I say assume the position, this is what you will do. Commands will be obeyed instantly. Moving on.... when I say heel or kneel what should you do?"

"I'm not sure, Master."

"I see......what would be an intuitive guess."

"I will kneel with my back straight?"

"That's an excellent answer; but how do you suppose an innocent and naive young woman like you is so perceptive about these things?

"I.....she started to say and I interrupted.

That is a redundant question. I already know the answer. Kneel, very nice, now...stand, excellent! You folded your hands in front of you without thinking, although, depending on the situation you may be required to put them behind you when naked to expose and display yourself more fully.

For this you shall receive a reward for the urine on the floor. I shall not cut your hair brutally short or shave your head. It's a common punishment for women who don't comply or heed fair warning....turn around please."

I never intended to do that, however she didn't know that. Minerva explained to me it is a common practice among some slave owners to shave their slave's heads to humble them.

Positioning the scissors just below Sarah's shoulder blades I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, feeling the resistance; enjoying the sound as the scissors chewed through her hair. I then put the severed braid in my belt.

"Please turn around, Sarah...now, unbraid your hair.......very good, now finger comb your ponytail, excellent. Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked, stroking her ponytail.

"Thank you for not shaving me bald, Master."

"You are welcome."

I took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now shorter, barely touching the top of her luscious round breasts.

"I'm changing the conditions and you may not speak! Turn and face me ....good, put your hands behind your back and cross them......good.....keep them there."

I squeezed Sarah's ass cheeks and spread her pussy lips; my fingers probing her sweet flower..... I tasted my fingers....enjoying her wetness and arousal. I could smell her musky scent, thinking 'What a luscious little morsel Sarah will be when I allow her to share my bed.'

"Your heartbeat and breathing have increased. Your submissive sexuality betrays you, Sarah and this is much for you to celebrate. Your inevitable orgasm at my hands will have to wait for now.

Until I say otherwise your hair will remain unbound. You will be naked for my inspection and pleasure and collared as you are now. I say it again; you are a very pretty and intelligent young woman; use your natural intuition and you will easily adapt and advance.

You will find your toiletries in the bathroom" and I pointed at the door of the small bathroom containing a toilet and a vanity sink with a mirror. You may use it instead of the bucket. I will provide you with a cot.

You will find a pillow, a blanket, sheets and towels in the laundry basket by the washer and dryer. They are not garments and if you use them as such I will take everything away from you.

You will begin over secured to the pole. You will be handcuffed in the back.

I will secure your leash to the rings welded at the top so that may only stand. You will remain there for as long as it takes. After you will sleep on the bare floor; your toilet will be a pail and you will bathe in cold water for as long as it takes. As for your hair.........I'm sure you don't want that.

I'm expecting a guest. She is a slave owner. You will address her as Mistress or Mistress Minerva. You will obey her commands as if they were mine. She will be assisting me with the help of her two women in your education and grooming.

I give you fair warning Sarah. If Minerva was your owner and you urinated on her floor, you'd be mopping the floor with your hair, followed by having your head shaved.... perhaps even your eyebrows. Minerva is a very wealthy and refined woman. She is very interested in purchasing you from me.

You may use the remains of your old garments to dry the floor as best you can. When you finish throw them away in the covered garbage pail by the stairwell. In time you will know and prefer the feel of silk and cashmere against your soft creamy skin. When I return, I'll bring you something to eat............."

"THAT WAS WELL DONE MICHAEL, if not a bit wishy-washy? Please and thank you and I suggest.....And a poem? Really Michael what a ham you are" she laughed.

"Have you ever known me to be less than polite with anyone?" I asked a little annoyed at her "As far as the poem goes Sarah's eyes are brown and that is my style. I'm approaching this from my own perspective and experience with women."

"No I haven't; not even when you're angry. Then again I've never seen you angry enough to be out of control. You handled yourself well enough during our trip to Bermuda when those men who were rude and vulgar and tried to pick me in the restaurant lounge while we were waiting for our table, Shakespeare. I've never seen anyone use a peppermill that way before."

"Well, it was two to one and they were bigger than me. The blonde one hit me first. You have to admit the peppermill seasoned his head nicely before I broke it on it."

"It certainly did; you broken his nose and jaw before he finally went down. You had the other pinned to the floor with bar stool on his throat after I tripped him and you kicked him in the head; the cowardly bastard."

"If you recall, Minerva, there were many witnesses including hotel security who saw him pull a gravity knife out of his pocket and threaten to kill me. What was I to do with a salt shaker; that just won't cut it?

"Very funny Michael but I also recall you spent a night in the lockup before I bailed you out and got all of the charges dropped against you" she replied, putting her arms around my neck and kissing my lips "It's a good thing the Police gave you your own cell to keep the other prisoners from harm."

"Yes, that was very considerate of them and I slept like a baby" I replied, putting my arms around her waist and kissing her back "As I recall you couldn't wait to get me back to our hotel room for me to ravish you; admit it red, you were turned on by that bloody violent encounter."

"Yes we do Michael. I allowed you to ravish me; never forget that fact and we do make a good team. We whipped them good. As your teammate I'll advise you to remember Sarah is a slave; being less than firm is just not done at this stage in her education and development.

Many in the Sanctorum believe in a good old fashioned whipping with a belt or crop to set the tone at this stage of process whether deserved or not. I'll concede though Sarah is convinced you might cut her with the scissors so I suppose the effect is the same.

I'd never do that and you wouldn't have either; but I shuddered when the scissors went snick, snick and snick imagining I was her. She must have been terrified. In my opinion you should have made her stand for the entire night as we discussed and without the bucket.

It wouldn't harm her to soil herself. Embarrassment and humbling at this juncture is a learning process is not soon forgotten. Why didn't you secure her hands behind her back? If she was embarrassed and uncomfortable it was only for one night?"

"My methods are my own, Minerva and they work for me. Did you ever solve the mystery how hundreds of potted peace lilies got into your office without anybody seeing who put them there?

"No and it might as well been the Statue of Liberty but we're off topic. Such repressed sexuality just under the surface. This whole thing is amazing to watch. I can't wait to report to Maud and Arthur. Your admittance to the Sanctorum appears assured.

"I didn't secure her hands in the back so that she could ride in the seat with a seat belt and harness."

"She could have ridden on the floor, Michael."

"Sarah is not cargo and that wouldn't be safe."

I suppose you're right; I don't want to labor the point. I'm amazed how easily she is aroused. A slave needs to fear her Master or Mistress. You have good instincts for recognizing submissive women; I must give you that."

"Thank you; let's not argue then my marvelous teacher. Sarah will be begging for my touch soon enough. We have discussed my ideas at great length.

I chose Sarah carefully and analytically. She has surprised me though with her intuitiveness, imagination and intelligence despite being raised in a Patriarchal Society that encourages conformity and obedience."

It's my turn to be on top. Watching you with your Princess makes me horny as hell.............."

MINERVA JUST COULDN'T SEEM to get enough of me for some reason? Perhaps it was because she was looking forward to playing the heavy; good Master verses bad Mistress after she pleasured herself on my hard cock and I was rewarded with a marvelous blowjob.

Minerva is a very passionate woman. She possesses a wonderful sense of style and knows how to dress. She is also a very beautiful, classy woman, a natural redhead, with long thick hair that falls to the middle of her back.

I adore it when Minerva pins her hair up for me in a bun or chignon, exposing her neck and the soft silky hair at her nape. Minerva has the slim graceful figure of a dancer. She has green eyes and a fair and creamy complexion with just a hint of freckles that she hates and I adore.

Mistress Minerva owns two women that are housed in a small apartment located in the same building above her dance studio. She lives alone in a large and spacious condominium and employs ordinary people to clean for her. I've offered to share my house but she won't.

Minerva's slaves are employees in a sense that she receives an income from their labor. She allows them their occupations because it pleases her. One of her slaves, Katherine, is a physician's assistant while the other Mandy is a hairstylist/makeup artist in a high-end salon that Minerva owns. The salon employs a dozen ordinary people and they had no inkling their employer, Mandy is Minerva's slave.

She has a talent for finding subservient women and then turning them to her will or selling them to others in the Sanctorum.

Both Mandy and Katherine have signed contracts registered with the Sanctorum. Their contracts can be sold or transferred to other Masters or Mistresses.

The Sanctorum is a very old secret society and membership is for life. Disclosing its secrets depending on the severity may result in death.

Minerva told me it has its own courts (THE TRIBUNAL) as well as a ruling grand council. It is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. The Sanctorum insures their registered slaves receive the basic necessities and medical care for life.

Minerva went into the bathroom to change and came out in what she refers to as her "Mistress Attire" consisting of black silk blouse, tight black slacks, black riding boots and her signature black leather riding crop. Her long red hair was in a ponytail and I adore ponytails on women.

"Let me at that little virgin" she announced posing with her hands on her hips to which I replied "Who is the ham now, Minerva?" I teased......

We went the basement and found my Princess was asleep in her cot by her training pole wrapped in her blanket. Minerva wasted no time and struck the cot near Sarah's head with the riding crop.

"Wake up slave, is this how you greet your Master's guest?" Sarah woke with a start and threw her blanket aside to immediately assume the position naked as instructed.

"Michael.... you described her to me as being very pretty. Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste because I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate."

I watched Sarah tense at these insulting words, however, she knew enough to remain silent and hold position.

"Stand, woman.......Michael, look at her fat, hairy legs? Do Amish men actually find those attractive? What a plump, hairy creature she is" Minerva said laughing.

I walked over to where they were standing and quietly said "kneel and look at your Master."

When she did I gently pushed Sarah's hair away from her face and I looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away with my hand and smiled at her "I think she is very pretty, Minerva and of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up. These are things that Sarah has to learn.

"You will have a complete body wax my pretty girl. Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for your owner's pleasure. You have permission to speak as before but only to answer questions; not to initiate conversation."

"What does your collar say, slave?" Minerva asked, while tugging on Sarah's hair.

"My Master says he engraved Princess on the nameplate."

"Did you know that Sarah's name in Hebrew translates Lady or for a Princess of royal blood, Minerva?

"Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slave?" Minerva asked stroking the side of Sarah's face with the crop.

"No, Mistress."

"It says Princess, property of Michael and that is temporary" she announced, mockingly "Lady and Princess are also common names for female bitch dogs" Minerva said, laughing "When I own you I will shave you completely bald along with everything else and keep you that way.

You will be a lowly servant; I hate finding hair in my food you hairy doggie!"

You don't own her yet, Minerva and furthermore you will not refer to Sarah as a dog!" I told stepping in front of Sarah protectively.

"Yes of course, Michael, of course" Minerva said, soothingly "I won't do it again. You and I are friends" she took my arm she led me towards the stairwell.

"There is no need to be angry. I will abide by our agreement to the letter but my methods are my own. I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private...............

ONCE UPSTAIRS I opened a bottle of Merlot while Minerva unwrapped the fruit and a platter she brought me.

"A toast to you Minerva, please take a bow" which Minerva did with a flourish! "Your performance could have won an Oscar; however, you will have to settle for this fine Merlot" I raised my glass in salute and Minerva did the same smiling and we took a sip of wine together.

"I was watching her reactions very closely my marvelous teacher; Sarah obviously thinks herself comely. Did I tell you she stashed women's fashion magazines in the ladies Room vanity? I also found some romance and erotic novels in the drop ceiling there."

"How can you possibly know about those things, Michael?"

"I know these things because I installed hidden fiber optic cameras all throughout the store including the ladies restroom."

"You naughty voyeur, you never mentioned this before!" Minerva said laughing and leaning forward while unconsciously touching her ear. This is one of Minerva's many tells. I enjoy exposing her tells. I know most all of them. Minerva has a beautiful smile and a musical laugh when she is happy.

"I was saving this for a surprise, my marvelous teacher" I refreshed her wine glass and let my hand deliberately lingering on hers. I always show Minerva the deference she was due out of respect for her life's accomplishments and because she has influence in the Sanctorum. My membership is tentative and impossible without her approval "her brother is trying to force into a marriage with a man she doesn't love or even care for."

"Is a full body wax what you have in mind for her?"

"Yes, what do you think of the bangs that I chose for Sarah?" I handed her the picture that was folded in my back pocket that I printed from the internet.

"I prefer pixie cuts my girls, because it keeps them in their place. Did you know Mandy had honey blonde waist length hair? I have it layered and cut very short and then bleached to a much lighter color. Mandy hates it and constantly begs to go back to her natural color. But yes, those long bangs will suit Sarah's face quite well."

"Eventually Sarah will be permitted to grow her hair longer that being my preference as you well know" and I tugged on Minerva's thick and soft ponytail "That being said, Sarah's hair will never be a beautiful color as yours, Minerva."

"That's very sweet of you to say, Michael "Minerva was smiling and touching her hair which was yet another tell. I know Minerva is very proud of her long red hair and she should be.

"You can always dye Sarah's hair the same color as mine"

"Your natural color can never be duplicated, my dear teacher. To do so would be a sad counterfeit as diamonds are to glass."

I received yet another of Minerva's beautiful smiles while fantasizing Minerva kneeling at my feet; unfortunately my impossible daydream was just that.

Bring Sarah her bowl of oatmeal as we planned, Minerva, and see to it that she takes her vitamins. Spend about an hour with her if you wish. You many use your crop a few times but only hard enough to sting. Your beautiful red hair turns me on and I can't wait to get my hands in it again......"

MINERVA WENT DOWNSTAIRS and began explaining basic slave etiquette while I watched on the monitor. She used the crop for any reason real or imagined; just barely enough to sting and mostly to frighten.

At the start; Minerva put Sarah's hair up in tight braided pigtails and ordered her down on all fours. She then led Sarah around the basement on a leash making her stop to kneel or assume the position. After about five minutes of putting her through her paces, Sarah received her dinner of cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor.

"You are a plain and plump hairy woman and you will eat like one. Leave the bowl on the floor and do not use your hands."

Minerva told Sarah the humiliating things that she was going to do to her when she owned her. She enjoyed playing the part as the heavy as the bad Mistress. I will be the good Master coming to the rescue.

When Sarah was done eating Minerva made her chew her vitamins. She then secured Sarah's leash with a small padlock to a sliding ring on the pole and deliberately left Sarah's cot out of her reach before she left.

An hour later, I went downstairs to check on my pretty girl and found her sitting by the pole naked and she was shivering. I was annoyed of myself and thinking 'Ok, the taser and abduction were the most efficient way to get her here, but this is just not my way.'

I removed her leash from the collar and picked up her folded blanket. I then sat on the couch along the wall "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady?" I asked kindly, while patting the seat cushion for Sarah to sit next to me.

"Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket please?"

"Come and sit next to me Sarah" I said holding the blanket out to wrap it around us..... "This is nice....... get closer and put your head on my chest so you can share my body heat. I put my arms around her under the blanket and gently held her until Sarah stopped shivering.

"You did well today as far as I'm concerned although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva" I took her hair out of the pigtails "You look very pretty with your hair down; just like the girls in the women's fashion magazines....Yes, I know everything about you my pretty girl.

I'm sure you realize you were never meant to be an Amish mouse in a gray coat."

"Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom?" She asked starting to tense slightly. "What I did is a sin" and Sarah looked down ashamed and embarrassed.

"It's not a sin in my world, Sarah, for you live in my world now. You will not be judged for that or punished for masturbating in private. Sexual gratification is a natural as breathing" and as I stroked her hair to assure her until I felt her relax. "I'll take care of most those needs now. Are you a virgin, Sarah?"