Amelia Ch. 01

"Do you work some place?" Jayden asked.

"No," she said not knowing the relevance of the question.

"Good. It's evident that you are sufficiently intelligent for the type of work that I'll will offer. You'll be able to work part time in a vacancy that exists -- a sort of work-from-home? There will be flexible hours I can promise. What do you think of that?" Jayden had decided that the best course would be to offer a job that would keep her engaged in time slots convenient for both.

Amelia pondered just for a moment. She had never worked, yet she always wanted to.

"Yes...." she acknowledged and then uttered," Yes master." She knew her husband would agree without any preconditions.

"Right. That's settled then," Jayden had already decided on the method of her employment.

"Now coming to your second question about pain, as you said I believe," he went on to the next question that bothered Amelia,"let me rather ask you in turn -- Do you ever feel pain?"

"Yes master," she waited a while and then said,"Not always master.. not always... but the thought of pain terrifies me."

"Does it hurt when a man is inside you?" Jayden's question was as sudden as it was shocking to Amelia. The question was blunt and pointed.

Amelia visibly was uneasy at the question and blushed without knowing how she would respond.

"Well?" Jayden waited.

"It does hurt sometimes but..."she shook her head," that is a different pain."

Jayden nodded. "Aye, pain it is and different. The pain you will get here will be more severe and definitely more intense, I can promise you."

Amelia gasped. Was she wise in meeting this man to satiate her passion and want without fully knowing the consequences?

"Yet you will get an opportunity to opt out. Opt out in a certain way. Are you a strong girl?"

"Yes I think so.. but still I cannot hide my fear of the unknown. I realise that the best way to remove the fear is to trust you now ... implicitly," she was being honest, " I have proceeded to a level ... it would be pointless to back out now without exploring further."

"Excellent! Then I want you to do something for me.. go get me a souvenir?"

"Souvenir?" she asked in surprise, unsure of what Jayden had in mind. "Yes girl. Go to the washroom, refresh yourself and then take off the special piece that you are wearing and bring it to me ... I want you to bring me your panties dear," Jayden was not joking. His voice was as grave and comanding as ever.

"Master..." she cried in protest. They were in a public place and she had never fathomed that anyone could make such a proposition to her. Her face revealed disbelief and shock.

"Yes, that's my requirement - that and only that will do for now. Don't disappoint me Amelia, go and get it." The keys to the apartment lay on the table as Jayden went on coolly tapping on table with his fingers.

Amelia waited, as if in a trance. She was too ashamed and hesitant to comply with what the Master wanted. It was unthinkable for her to handover her innermost and the most intimate part of her attire to any man. True, her husband had, in the initial period of their marriage, felt and fondled that special piece as it hugged her shapely curves. But now, to this man! Added to her discomfiture was the fact that during the past half an hour or so, there was a bit of free flow on to that very item she would have to part with. Oh my god! What would he think? She stuck riveted to her chair, fiddling with the end of the table cloth.

"Get up Amelia! I will not ask another time. Either I will have your full obedience or ..." he left it trailing.

Then again, with equal gravity in his voice, he stated, "those keys that you see on the table ...yes, yes the keys to the apartment that I told you about just now....pick them up Amelia, for they represent the freedom of delving into your fantasies that you seek. They are the keys to your kingdom of erotic, ultimate and unthinkable joy. Once you pick it up, you accept unconditionally to whatever the Master orders. There is no going back then. I leave it to you -- one last time."

Amelia was never in as much dilemma as she was now. She so much craved for that unknown and untasted joy, uncurbed and unthinkable. Yet, somewhere her conscience seemed to be holding her back, preventing her from extending her hand to pick those keys up. She pleaded in her mind, arguing that once she succumbed, she would be thrown in a vortex of her own uninhibited passion and erotic sensuality. "I am married, I am married", she cried in her mind. Then, with one final shrug of her shoulders, she bit on the apple that was offered. She slowly extended her hand, releasing it from the grip of her Master, and picked up the bunch of keys. Amelia had finally stamped her acquiescence and then, gracefully, she slid out of her chair as she treaded to the washroom.

Once inside, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face reflected a woman who was gripped in both fear and excitement. She could feel her body shake involuntarily but she took a grip of herself. She did her face again, applying the needed cosmetics to look ever so radiant. Then, before opening the door, she remembered the words of the Master, "I will not ask another time."

She hesitated for a while before she lifted her dress and, with her dainty fingers, slowly pulled down the exotic laced white Victoria's Secret that had draped her womanhood. Amelia usually preferred wearing white lingerie although her cupboard boasted of other colours as well. Henceforth, she knew, the choice of her lingerie would pass on to the Master and, unless she was mistaken, he would ensure that her wardrobe in the apartment was stacked with all that he preferred. He would select them, Amelia was certain of that.

Amelia stared at the panties in her hand, aghast that the traces of what had escaped from the inner recesses of her womanhood, was yet fresh and clearly visible. She was embarrassed beyond measure for she knew that when she handed that over to the Master, he would know that the woman who had been pretending prudish was leaking like a barrel! But she knew she had no option. She hid the panties in her vanity bag and slowly walked out.

The walk to the table was so very embarrassing for her. Amelia became conscious of the nakedness underneath her dress. She knew that she drew attention wherever she went...she was used to it. But she was not used to such nakedness and felt a hundred eyes watching her as if searching her nakedness. Her Master had really been harsh. Is that a small pain that he had inflicted or an embarrassment that he wanted her to face?

She walked up to her table and quietly slid on to her chair. She couldn't look at her Master but, indifferently, looked elsewhere.

"My souvenir?" questioned Jayden, extending his hand and since Amelia remained unmoved, he said, "Come and sit beside me on this sofa."

She got up from her seat gracefully, walked across and slid into the comfortable sofa beside Jayden. A breeze seemed to rush in out of nowhere as if to remind her that she was very naked there. Yet the very thought that the master had wished this nakedness gave rise to further wetness in and around the area.

"Amelia.. my girl." Jayden called her again softly, "Give it to me ... your master wants you to."

Daintily clasping the bag in one hand and then with her other hand unzipped the top and then paused. She looked at her master, her eyes betraying shyness, yet full of hidden naughtiness. .

Amelia's panties now hid within the soft palms of her hand. She deliberately closed the vanity and placed her hand on top of Jayden's. Not a word was spoken.

Jayden clasped her hand with his and deftly took away the panties from her. He felt the lacy white garment in his hands, the gossamer fabric feeling soft and sensual in his fingers and with the hand guarded from view underneath the table, looked intently at the clean white panties with a few wet streaks in between. Running his hands along, he put his index finger on the gusset and felt the moisture. He felt confident now. His girl had been profusely flowing all this time after all. He slowly raised his index finger to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Well done girl," Jayden said but each word carried a lust and desire that didn't escape Amelia.

"Master.." Amelia said in mock protest. She was amazed as to what her master was doing. To her it seemed that he was reaching into her inner self, as if touching her in a place that still remained covered underneath her dress. She tried to reach out to stop him, but it was too late.

Jayden caught her outstretched hand and then, with his other hand, slowly put the garment in his coat pocket. He pulled Amelia closer so that her face was now very close to his. He let Amelia share his silence for a while before speaking. "You are now mine girl, aren't you?" Jayden said in a voice that didn't hide the inner show of possession.

"Yes, Master," she said softly but without any hesitation. And her eyes were full of a growing fondness for her master.

"Come girl! We have a place to visit now," he murmured and then pulled her closer to seal their growing relationship and obvious need for each other.