Robin's Quest Ch. 02

Robin's response surprised the Master. "I suppose I was a bit careless. In my defense however, I was not in my right mind early in the night. I'll try not to make a mistake again. I hope that your punishment is not too painful. But remember, to err is human, to forgive divine."

Robin's conversion continued to startle the Master but he quickly gained his footing. "I think a spanking consisting of ten firm swats should be sufficient. Your punishments will be commiserate with your disobedience."

"That seems fair, Sir." replied Robin. "I know that for the next year, you are my master, my teacher and disciplinarian. I will try to obey. I will ask that you be patient with me and progress slowly. All of this is very new to me. Though you will no doubt, scoff, I now know that God has placed me in your charge for a purpose. I must be hear to learn more about myself, my marriage, and about my redeemer."

A bit surprised by his new slave's candor, the Master was silent fro a moment before he replied, "The cleaning up can wait. Let's work out for the next hour and half. After that, a shower and breakfast."

In the Master's well apportioned gym, he issued Robin a skimpy translucent sports bra and tiny panties and set her to work on a spinning apparatus. As it happened, Robin had always believed in working out. Her church taught that a good wife always took care to make sure that the temple of her body was kept in tip top shape. She recalled the words of her pastor, encouraging everyone in the church to try and stay in shape. "We can't very well preach on moderation if we are a collection of obese, slobs." he had said. Robin's pastor also intimidated that the sexier the wife, the less likely that the husband was to stray. Robin knew that she was attractive. As a Christian woman, she realized that she should not take as much delight as she did when she caught some strange man eying her form appreciatively. She knew that such pride was a sin but she could not help reveling in it.

After ninety minutes, Robin's body glistened with perspiration. The young wife had spent her exercise time singing praise songs to herself. Knowing that her time would not be hers for the next year Robin realized that she would have to take whatever time she could to worship God. As their shared exercise time wound down, Robin felt much more comfortable with her situation. He thoughts were surprisingly untroubled. "I am a slave now, he owns me for the next year. If he wants sex, it is my duty to submit. But no matter what he does to me, he cannot possibly separate me from my Lord, nor can he prevent me from praising him at times like this."

Robin was humming the song, "What a Difference a Day Makes" as the Master stripped the scanty garments from her frame and placed them in a hamper. Wordlessly, Robin took the Master's hand and allowed him to lead her to his master bathroom. Ln the large shower stall equipped with dual heads, Robin relaxed as the master lathered her body head to toe. She was especially amazed at the gentleness of his touch as he carefully shaved her privates, and then her entire body. As she watched the shaving cream circle the drain, Robin thought, "It is like I've been reborn, my old life sheared away in preparation of a new adventure." Without any prompting at all, Robin offered her enslaver, her lips.

For the very first time, Robin was able to fully relax in the big man's arms. He felt very good around her. Imagining that she was giving Simon the kind of kisses her husband had always craved, Robin enjoyed making out with the Master. Robin had always kept much of the sensual aspect of her personality under tight reign, but there seemed little point in that now. "It is as the Master said, I can enjoy myself or I can be miserable. I may not know much but I DO know that God wants me happy." Thought Robin contemplatively.

Later, after he had dressed in very fine clothes, the Master dried Robin's body and hair. That her transformation should come so soon, utterly floored him. He had expected, at the outside, at least two weeks of severe discipline to bring her around. "Maybe there IS something to this inner peace crap." thought the Master abjectly. He wanted to lead her to the bedroom and take her right now, but he understood that patience was the prudent course. Robin was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. Not only was she physically stunning, her personality, even with all of its religious baggage, was effervescent. She was as close to a complete package as the Master had encountered in a long time. "Too bad I only have her for a year." he though, realizing, for the first time, that he did not see his charge as a chore.

Robin and the Master exchanged few words before he led her to the kitchen and handed her a frilly apron.

"I hope that you can cook as beautifully as you look." sincerely stated the Master.

For the first time since well before dawn, Robin had a moment of panic. Truth be told, she did very little cooking. Simon had put himself through college as a cook in a diner. He could make just about anything, so as soon as their honeymoon had ended, Robin had exiled Simon to the kitchen. Robin's mother had always had a cook, so Robin had rarely ventured into the kitchen. As a surprise to Simon she had learned how to make a few things, but mostly she had bragged to her church friends how blessed she was to have such a gifted chef for a husband. Not for the first time since entering the Master's house did Robin realize that in so many ways she had been a pathetic wife. She had taken, Simon's love and devotion and manipulated him into being her servant. Looking back at their marriage, Robin realized that Simon had done all of the heavy lifting, while she had skated away from any onerous tasks. How much Simon must have loved her!

Robin had no sooner finished that thought then she recalled the beautiful dark haired woman who had led her husband out of her uncle's office. "I'll bet that she does not take Simon for granted. In no time at all, after getting all of the affection I should have given him, Simon will fall in love with her! And it will serve me right!" The unpleasant thoughts of losing Simon, clashed like so many cymbals in Robin's mind. "Lord," she prayed, "When all of this is over, PLEASE give me another chance to prove to Simon that I am worthy of his affections." Robin wiped the tear from her eye and focused once more upon the Master.

"I'm in the mood for pancakes."

Robin's mood brightened considerably. Pancakes, were one of the few things she could make competently. Robin recalled the extent of her culinary abilities, French toast, pancakes, grilled cheese, mac and cheese, salads, and, if she was really ambitious, a stew in the crock pot. That she would have to confide in the Master about her lack of domestic skills, was apparent but, Robin decided to broach the subject later. Even waiting until lunch was preferable to informing him at the present moment.

The Master gave Robin a tour of the kitchen explaining where the supplies were and informing her that she was required to clean up afterwords.

"I try to keep to a cleaning schedules, Robin. Rugs twice a week, kitchen, bathrooms and playroom daily. You are my slave so you will be taking over all of those tasks. I'll try not to be a tyrant until you get the hang of things but I warn you right now that I am quite anal about order. Doubly so about my laundry. I instruct twice, warn once, and discipline as needed after each warning until the lesson adheres. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Well than pay better attention."

"I am sorry, Sir. I was thinking about Simon. I now realize that I was not the wife I could have been."

"Simon will take care of himself. Like you he, no doubt has much to learn. You WILL see him again. Until then keep your focus upon me."

A short while later, Robin set a stack of succulent pancakes before the Master. Her own stack was much smaller, as the Master had required, and she could not begin eating until permission was granted. The master had Robin remove her apron before she sat next to him.

"These pancakes, are quite good, Robin." he said.

"Thank you, Sir." replied Robin

There was a span of silence in the room. The Master noted that his slave was still in her contemplative mood.

"You seem unusually quiet this morning, a penny for your thoughts?"

"I am sorry, Sir. Since last night I have realized a great many things about myself, about my marriage, and about my God. While I know there will be many things that I will detest over the next year, I know that ultimately everything will be for my benefit. I just hope that when this is over, that I have not lost Simon. There are so many things I want to say to him. I have a lot to answer for to my husband, but one of those things WON'T be sharing your bed. I betrayed him in a myriad of ways long before I came to wear your collar. I also know, even though I may suffer corporal punishment, you are NOT an ogre. Oh you are unsaved and I WILL endeavor to pray for your redemption but God can use anything to teach His children. I know that there is much you have to teach me. I'm just sorry that I did not see it earlier. If I lose Simon after this, the fault will be mine, not God's, not my Uncle Mark, not that ... that woman's, not yours, but mine!"

"You must love him very much, Robin"

"Even more than I knew before. More importantly, I realized how unconditionally HE loved me."

The Master placed his hand upon Ron bin's forearm. "Slave, the hardest thing about serving me is realizing how much you NEED to serve me. It is a total power exchange where my will becomes your will, yet together we are something more. Not just slave and Master but also friends, lovers, and comrades. I assure you that after this year, you will be so transformed that Simon, no matter how much you may have sinned against him, will fall in love with you all over again."

Robin's eyes filled with tears as she uttered, "Oh, Master... that is beautiful."

And then the young wife slid int the Master's lap and began to weep copious tears upon his strong firm shoulder. The Master held her tightly and allowed her to cry herself her out. When her tears had dissipated, The Master kissed her deeply, in a way he had not previously. Robin's tremulous sobs had been replaced with warm yielding flesh. She was a different Robin now, and the Master realized that HE was different as well.

The Master gestured towards the bedroom and said very softly. "How about we leave this dishes for later?"

Robin nodded her assent and the Master rose to his feet, cradling the beautiful young wife in arms. The walk to his bedroom was not long, but it was astonishing. Once upon the huge mattress, Robin gave herself fully to the Master, holding back none of herself. In a way, she was not sharing the bed with her enslaver, she was opening herself for her husband, Simon. For once in her life she was determined to let herself fully go. "Simon deserves so much more; before I never tried to give it to him, well when the time comes, this is what I shall do." Robin told herself as she began kissing her way down the Master's torso. At his crotch, she once again opened to receive his manhood. The Master's words from that morning returned to her mind. "When I see Simon again, this is the blow job he is going to get." she told herself. The Master's sighs of pleasure delighted Robin.

Shortly, however, Simon was absent from the mind of Robin. The Master's skilled tongue lips upon her breasts, ribs, navel and tummy, convinced her that the Master was the best lover she had ever met. And then the handsome man who "owned" her preformed his oral magic upon her shaven pussy. Robin felt the inner heat beginning in her clitoris and emanating outward in waves throughout her body, Like never before she climaxed, the orgasm leaving momentarily breathless.

Robin had scarcely recovered from that wonderful sensation when she felt the Master enter her. The Master had more girth than Simon, but her husband's length was comparable. The Master however, had a much better idea of how to use his tool than Simon did, even after several years of marriage. Robin was not conscious of the constant refrain of "Oh God." issuing from her lips. Her eyes were closed with bliss. She felt the Master's body stiffen, a short time later Robin felt him soften as the Master's lips emerged from the darkness to meld with her own. For what felt like the longest time, Robin laid in the Master's arm and felt his warmth seep out of his body into hers.

When at last she opened her eyes, the Master was smiling broadly at her. "That was marvelous, slave Robin. Just wait until I teach you everything I know about intercourse and intimacy. You will be the sexiest woman alive, not that you are not already supremely sexy and unquestionably beautiful."

"Thank you, Master. And thank you for not being an ogre."

The Master chuckled and said, "You may want to take those words back after the lessons in anal, restraints, toys and pegging."

Robin looked at the master quizzically before saying, "As long as it makes me a better wife, I will gladly endure it."

"Simon will never know what him, I fear however, that I shall miss your presence in my bed and in my house enormously."

Robin gaped at the Master for a moment before she replied, "I have a life and, I hope, a husband to return to, but I can already tell that I will miss moments like this."

With that the two embraced. The dishes waited a very long time before they were washed.