Model Slave Pt. 03 Ch. 08

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

A note: I want to apologize for the long gaps between posting chapters of this story, however this time I was tied up for three weeks. The next chapter will be sooner but is only half written, so please be patient, I will get it to you ASAP.

PS - This is Model Slave III is the ending of the Model Slave series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I really appreciate the many ideas all of you have sent me. The Medieval Queen Series, the next chapter of Venus Ascending, the Nancy Drew series and Fairy Tales are all in the works because of your ideas. I have a new camp idea that sounds like a great possibility, but I will have to modify it, because the way it was presented the sexual partners are too young and literotica will not publish it.

Model Slave III

Chapter 8

Steve sat in his chair watching over Emma all while ogling her as she fidgeted tangling herself in the blanket. Her twists and turns alternately revealed then hid parts of her succulent form, but the tormented looks on her face was what captured his eye. Her body had a multitude of marks that hinted at what she had been through, but he knew he would never know the whole truth.

His heart was full of wonder as he watched her through the night. She tugged at his heart all while fueling his libido. Emma was a magnificent creature, and he was deeply in love with her. He knew that she had a wild sexual streak that needed to be tamed and he through all night on how to do that. He woke with a start as he realized that he had fallen asleep.

As he watched her as the morning broke, Steve lay sprawled in his chair staring at the delicate, beautiful creature lying in the bed next to him. Her arms were above her head as her stunning figure squirmed uncovering her nude figure from the covers. Her lithe body was perfect in repose, with her full breasts creating soft inviting mounds on her chest, rising softy as she breathed. As her breasts rose with her breathing, he noticed her soft pink nipples and remembered as her excitement grew, how they became hard and demanding with a fiery hot pink color.

Her ribs were prominent against her skin and with her arms above her head, her chest was pulled up creating a dramatic sloping transition into a tiny waist and concave belly. Her ribs were so starkly defined against her skin he knew she was malnourished and had not been given much food in the last few days. She had a very sensuous navel that begged to be licked and played with as it nestled deep in her taut muscular belly. He thought she would look great with her navel pierced and a beautiful diamond nestled in her belly button.

Her concave belly created a deep valley between her hipbones that lead to a prominent mound that capped off a perfect set of pussy lips. They were still glistening from their lovemaking during the escape and would occasionally twitch. In the early morning light, he stood from his chair and sat on the bed next to her, careful not to wake her.

He was tempted to play with her inviting pussy lips, but instead slowly cupped her enticing mound. Automatically her legs opened, and she moaned softly as his hand covered her pussy. Steve lifted his hand, lest he wake his sleeping beauty. His eyes roamed to her legs that were muscled dancers' legs, shapely yet muscled and her butt was the same; shapely, tight and muscled. As he ogled her stunning legs, he thought back to her the first time he saw her and imagined her muscular legs wrapped around him.

He looked at her innocent beautiful face, softened in sleep and wondered why she had chosen him. The minute their eyes connected, they had seen into each other's souls and with her pleading eyes, she knew that he would somehow save her. He saw an innocent woman whose naïve countenance would get her into trouble, and he knew she would shortly be dead if he didn't save her.

He reached over and softy caressed her stunning breasts, then let his hand wander down her rib defined chest across her taut stomach and finally caressed her tempting pussy. As his hand wandered across Emma's supple display of sensuous womanhood, he avoided her injuries from the abuse by the slavers but saw the shadowy hollows of her body. She was a stunningly artistic creation; God's womanly perfection and he couldn't keep his hands from exploring such magnificence.

How could the slavers abuse such beautifully innocent womanly creature was beyond him? Then again people deface the statue of David or the Mona Lisa, so he had to guess there are crazies everywhere. Still the innocence on her face combined with her deliciously decadent body left him sure that if he didn't protect her, she would come to a hellish end.

He rose from the bed with his whole body wanting to make love to this woman, but instead he sat back in his chair. Steve had some ideas how to handle the slaver problem once and for all. He pulled out his cell phone and made several phone calls then sat back thinking he may have a solution. This time with the dawn of a new morning he fell back asleep in the chair.

When Emma woke, the sun was rising. That meant she slept for over ten hours. Every muscle in her body was sore, but she was especially sore between her legs and at her nipples. Her soreness felt exquisitely, painfully wonderful, and she smiled from ear to ear. She dreamily remembered everything good and bad that it took to make her feel this way. Steve saving her and making love to her was what she really celebrated. Then she looked over at the handsome man snoring lightly in the chair beside her. He looked so serene, casually wrapped in a blanket and her heart jumped in her chest.

She propped her head on the pillow and watched him sleep. There was something very basic about watching him sleep. He was still here and joyfully she hadn't been cheated out of another day with him. Despite everything, there had always been a little fear that he wouldn't be here when she woke up. That bone-deep ache in her chest was back as she snuggled next to him. Now that she knew love, how could she ever live without him?

As she watched him sleep, calm overcame her. All of her fears had vanished. The joy she felt with him seemed to burn away all the pain and betrayal she felt. She was filled with a loving solace. She felt at peace as she watched his chest rise and fall. No one could see her watching him. It was just her and her heart watching this man. He filled her with a love she had always dreamed of. He was not a beautiful model, but to her he was the most gorgeous thing God had ever put on this earth.

This man dominated all her heart, her mind, her soul and her body. She ached to touch him, to kiss him and show him all the love inside her. She rose naked from the bed and lightly ran her fingers over his body, afraid to wake him and break the spell. The hairs on his chest tickled her hand. The heat from his body seeped into her, making her heart beat faster and her womanly parts wet with desire.

As she looked at him, she felt her whole life changing. The love that she had always dreamed of was hers for the taking. He was sitting there under her fingertips, under her lips with her eyes stroking his skin. With him, she felt contentment and happiness. She felt a passion she had only read about and her whole body vibrated with a loving desire.

It was hard for Emma to describe her feelings right now. The betrayal of the slavers had left a deep hole of sadness inside her but having Steve next to her helped. He was so different from any other man she had ever met. When they were together, he was 100% there. He was never distracted and always seemed to know her emotional state. If she was suffering or happy, he always knew what to do and what she needed. He made her feel loved, safe, desired and appreciated. She could always count on him, and she knew he cared for her more than anyone else ever had.

She looked at this gorgeous man that had shown her glimpses of heaven and her heart ached to have him be her master. Last night had been most incredible night of her life. He saved her, made love to her and captured her heart. From the moment their eyes connected Emma felt things that she had never felt before. For the first time she could ever remember she had wanted this man to make love to her, but he didn't and for days she ached for him. She had never felt or even imagined the kind overwhelming and loving passion that he ignited in her last night.

He was an addiction, and she was compelled to touch him. It was a sensual kind of electricity that jumped from his skin to her fingers, and she needed it to breathe. She lightly ran her fingers over his massive arms and felt her whole-body tingle. Oh God, he made her feel... feel... adored, protected, sexy and incredibly alive. She couldn't wait any longer, so she sat in his lap and with her heart pounding, she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

Steve jerked awake and almost dumped Emma on the floor before he realized who was in his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Emma wasn't worried because she had her arms wrapped tightly around her man. They held each other for several seconds, then Steve grumbled, "How are you feeling this morning, my sexy slave?"

Emma looked up into his eyes seeing love and fiery passion, but also some harsh demands for obedience. After her petulant demands for her fantasies, she knew that she needed someone to keep her in line and watch over her. Steve's eyes were telling her that he was up to the task. Yes, she wanted him to be her master, lover and protector. Emma took a deep breath and softly whispered, "I am a little sore, but I am glad to be in my master's arms again."

Steve stared deep into her eyes, seeing everything he wanted. Her eyes told him that she really wanted a true master, she wanted someone to tame her and keep her under control, but also a master that would respect, love, and cherish her submission. He also saw that she had chosen him as that person. He was tempted to collar her right now and show her that she belonged only to him, but he knew she had more to say.

Right now, was about affirming and rekindling their loving relationship. Steve could see the emotion showing on her face and her eyes pooled with happy tears. He gingerly kissed her releasing a joyful sob from her chest, with tears spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Emma launched herself into his arms and whispered, "Thank you, thank you my Master, my love, for making me yours again. The whole time I was captive, I knew you would always search for me, find me and save me."

Steve felt a lump in his throat and didn't say anything but held her tightly in his arms never wanting to release her. He stared at her a little longer, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Go over to the restroom and clean up a little so we can go get something to eat before we head back."

Emma relished the opportunity to go get the slaver and ocean residue off of her body. It was only then in the mirror that she saw the abrasions along with the rope burns on her back, neck, wrists, and ankles. She remembered them hurting when she was originally tied up, but once her master came all that faded away and she was only now feeling the chafing pain. The smile in her heart as she looked at Steve seemed to wash all that pain away.

She found a comb and straightened the tangles out of her hair. She looked in the mirror and decided a quick shower would be the best for her master's wishes. After a very quick shower and a quick toweling off, she went out to see if her love was happy with the results. His smile told her all she needed to know.

Emma started to smile, her smile froze, but then grew larger as she saw her sex slave outfit laid out on the bed. At the top was a metal choker with a lock and two rings on it. She shivered with excitement and anticipation as she thought about wearing that and letting everyone know that she was a sex slave and Steve was her master. Below were matching wrist and ankle cuffs that completed the outfit. Something about all of this felt so right and tears of joy pooled in her eyes.

Steve stood still with a look of acceptance on his face and Emma instinctively knew what to do. She knelt in front of him and he asked her, "Do you want to be my submissive, with all the pleasure, obedience, punishment, respect and love that goes with it?"

For a second the lump in Emma's throat wouldn't let her speak, but she swallowed the lump and responded, "Yes, my master! Nothing would make me happier than to be collared and let everyone know that I belong to you."

With that Steve picked up the collar, placed it around her neck and locked the hasp. Emma felt chills and goosebumps break out as she heard and felt the collar close around her neck. The tears pooled in her eyes flooded down her cheeks, she choked back a sob and whimpered, "Thank you my master, thank you for choosing and loving me."

Steve lifted her to her feet and their bodies merged together in a passionate embrace, then kissed long and hard. When they ran out of breath they separated only to stare into each other's eyes. Steve finally broke the spell as he attached her wrist cuffs and knelt attaching her ankle cuffs. With her outfit complete he rose uttering, "Now you are mine! Remember that and always make me proud."

He carried her out to the car, set her in the passenger seat and then climbed behind the wheel. Steve turned and looked at Emma and their eyes met lovingly. He realized what an incredible woman she was. Her incredible beauty was about the only thing that most people ever saw, but inside she was even more beautiful and giving.

Her expressive face beamed with the love she felt for him. It was humbling to have someone love you as much as she did, but it also came with immense responsibility. His planned idea would cement their loving bond, but also feed Emma's exhibitionist side as well.

When he got to town, he told Emma they were going out for breakfast. When he let her out of the car, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, cuffed her hands behind her and attached a leash to her collar. She looked at him quizzically and then her eyes opened with the dawn of realization, all she was wearing, were the cuffs and a collar she looked at him with excited panic. Emma was spectacularly nude and she was quivering with a little fear but thrilled at the thought of being led naked by her Master through a public restaurant. As he picked up the leash, Emma took up her position behind her Master on his right heel.

Emma didn't know that one of his earlier phone calls made sure that no law enforcement would be around to interfere in their trek. As they began to walk down the street, she turned gracefully, her hair gently caressing her body as they walked. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw people stopping and staring at the beautiful naked slave girl walking down the street. Quivers and goosebumps erupted on her skin as she felt what seemed like every eye in the town watching her elegantly walk with a leash attached to her collar.

She walked quietly behind her Master, her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground while her hips swayed sensually, her body erect and proud. She walked with the model's grace and poise, but her provocatively displayed form couldn't help but leave onlookers mesmerized. All the stares felt like caresses in her body responded with a kind of carnal heat in her belly, moisture between her legs and beckoning nipples.

The walk seemed to go on forever, but it was only two blocks. She had modeled nude before, but this was so much different. She felt feelings of panic and excitement, an exhibitionist thrill and an embarrassed fear. One thing overrode all others, she was proud to belong to her master and her regal bearing showed her loving pride in being shown off by her master.

When her Master reached his objective, she halted behind him and stood with her body erect, her shoulders back, her chest thrust forward, her belly in. Her chin is held high and her eyes are lowered. She cast around some furtive glances, noticing the crowd of people gawking at the show she and her master had put on. There was a little bit of arrogance in her demeanor, because after all she was showing all of these people that they could never have. Only her master could determine who touched her.

As they stood out on the sidewalk Emma struck a model's pose, tightening her stomach, thrusting out her breasts and defiantly stretching her neck with a shake of her cascading hair. She wanted everyone to be jealous of her master, because he had her and they never could. Her secret glances confirmed that everyone had stopped walking and were staring at her and her master. With a slight tug of the leash, they headed into the restaurant.

She looked around stealthily and noticed other dominants and naked submissives at the restaurant. She never had imagined that clubs like this existed, but she was in one now. How her master found this was beyond her but her heart beat a little stronger as she looked at the man that she could no longer live without.

Emma felt all the eyes in the room following her, some caressing with lust and others with hate or envy. Her skin bristled with poignant lust and when her Master sat down, she kneeled at his right side. Her back was straight with shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust outward and her bound hands clasp together behind her back. Her master tied her hair in a loose knot and laid it on her right shoulder signifying she was taken.

She felt a thrill run through her when he let everyone there know she belonged to him. Kneeling naked next to her master was exciting, fulfilling and incredibly sensual as Steve idly stroked her shoulder, neck and breast. Emma watched the room as many of the submissives were used. There were some in the table position on all fours being used as a TV tray while their master ate. One was more inventive and was in the Gorean Bow, which was table in an inverted back bend. Her master was thrusting his fingers in and out of her quim while he ate his breakfast off her belly. Emma could see the sub quivering with the strain of the position combined with her master's erotic stimulation.

Many of the subs were being humiliated with little regard to their worth. Their abuse seemed impersonal with no affection or respect. In contrast, her master was displaying her to the crowd with loving admiration and his touches were gentle, respectful, and full of adoring tenderness. Every time he looked at her, she felt his love and pride appraising her. She felt special, loved and beautiful as he showed her off to the crowd and she realized the feelings they shared went way beyond Master and Sub.

A waitress came over and Steve ordered a full breakfast for both of them as well as coffee and juice. After the waitress was gone, he tugged on the leash indicating that Emma should rise. As she did, he indicated the chair next to him and she sat dutifully, gazing at him with pure love. It wasn't very long before the food was on their table and Steve reached over and unlatched Emma's cuffs. He leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek and said, "My gorgeous girl you deserve a good meal after what you've been through."