Robin's Quest Ch. 03

"No, is a good and kind man?"

"Of course, Robin, or he would not be my friend."

"I can back out if I don't feel comfortable?"

"Certainly, Robin."

Robin rocked back in her chair, sighed and said, "Master, I have committed so many sins since I began living with you. What's one more? All of this would be so hard if my Redeemer were not in the forgiveness business. Of course believers such as myself should not engage in behaviour contrary to his edicts but I succumbed because I wanted to do so much with my Uncle's wealth. I still want to prove him wrong, but all of this has become something I never imagined. Three months ago I never would have believed that I would even be accepting of anal sex, let alone enjoy it. Despite my sins I am growing as a person. I have the rest of my life to live a good life. I want Simon as part of that life, by my side, me atoning for having been Moby wife. This is the year of difficult lessons. I have to think that this year is one where God has his hand on me even if a can't see it right now. If I lose Simon after this year, it will break my heart. I have learned so many things about myself, there are so many ways that I have improved. I will be able to be the wife he DESERVES when the calendar comes around again. I have to know what I am up against in that woman ... that Goddess, even if it means a detour through even more alien beds. Set up a visit with your friend, Master."

"Are, you sure, Robin?" asked the Master.

"Not entirely, but if I know Simon still wants me in his life, the next nine months will be a snap. If I get the sense that I have or will lose him, then I can prepare to meet life on my own, richer in wealth but poorer in everything that matters.If may turn into a case of curiosity killing the cat, but, whatever happens my mind will be at ease. Sometimes the peace that surpasses all understanding is not enough."

After establishing with finality that Robin was being sincere, the Master moved the conversation into more pleasant waters. The rest of the night, Robin and her enslaver engaged in the easy yet mind expanding conversation that she found so exhilarating. As they smiled and laughed their way through dessert, Robin realized that a man as witty, urbane, and as funny as the Master must have some really neat friends.

It was three weeks later that the Master was preparing Robin for the weekend visit of Master David and slave Claire. Although she would not be wearing it long, the Master dressed Robin in a tight, short, vaguely toga type dress. Long red stockings, matching garter and red stilettoes, completed the outfit. "You will call me 'Master', my friend 'Master David', NEVER 'Dave'. His slave is to be addressed as 'Claire', 'slave' or 'sister'. Slave Claire will address me as 'Master Geoff'. If you EVER slip up and call me that punishment STARTS with fifty swats to your behind and two solid weeks in the cage. That is NOT an empty threat!"

Robin made it clear that she understood. A short time later she was making sure that the final touches were applied to make the dinner she had cooked was perfect. Even though it was not yet evening, Robin realized that she was already very tired. The meal preparation and seeing that every detail of the house was perfect, had taken a great deal out of her. Even in her old life, entertaining guests had always wiped her out. Magnifying her stress was the fact that this was by far the most complex meal Robin had ever attempted, three courses, a soup, salad and dessert. Creating it had been an all day affair. Everything looked fabulous, but Robin was not always the best judge of her own cooking. She hoped that Master David, Claire, and her own Master found it far more than palatable.

The young slave was curious about the immanent visitors. Her Master had shown her a picture of his friend. He was almost movie star handsome, with a luminous smile, his color was indeed intriguing. Robin was most curious about her counterpart. Her Master had refused to even show her a picture of Claire. She had to content herself with a basic description. The other guest for the evening, Robin knew, was shorter than herself, thin but well built, with black flowing hair. Robin's Master had refused to disclose any information regarding their personality, likes or dislikes on the grounds that, "A slave had to be accommodating to all guests. Preconceived notions might interfere with her ability to do her job with the proper efficiency" His argument made sense, but was still very disappointing.

The doorbell rang at the appointed hour. Robin positioned herself to the left of the Master knowing that Claire and Master David would be in the opposite positions on the other side of the door. Robin's heart was beating so rapidly she was sure that it audible from the moon as the door swung open. Face turned upward the first thing Robin saw was Master David's tall, wide figure and handsome face. His smile of greeting was luminous and made Robin go soft inside. Instantly much of the trepidation about the evening waned. After, the two Masters exchanged greetings, it was Robin's turn to speak.

"Welcome to my Master's house, Master David, and slave Claire. Both of hope that your visit is enjoyable and satisfying."

With those words, began a night like none other, Robin had experienced. With a nod from her own Master, Robin fell to her knees before Master David. An impressive bulge swelling in his tailored trousers. "Allow me to welcome you on behalf of my Master." stated Robin as she began the process of liberating Master David's penis from his pants. Only when it was exposed to the warm light, did Robin recall that the of this was one of the few penises she had ever actually seen with her own eyes. The enormity of what she would be expected to do this weekend fell upon her at that moment like a collapsing wall. However, when she gaxed into Master David's beautiful brown eyes and engaging smile, her fears left her. Tentatively and then with more enthusiasm, her tongue began to explore his manhood,

Out of the corner of her eye, Robin spied, the very pretty, Claire performing the same nicety on her own Master, an unfamiliar emotion manifested itself. Could Robin really be jealous? She did Not love her Master, of that she was sure, but what exactly did she feel towards the man who would continue to "own "her for another seven months? That was a complicated question, one she did not want to think about at present. Focusing upon the here and now, Robin soon established a rhythm. Robin considered fellatio. Simon had missed out on so much. The Master had explained that a good session of oral sex was enjoyable for both the provider and the receiver. Her Master had diligently instructed Robin since their first session of oral love. Now, as she worked on a total stranger's cock, she heard the same delightful moans emanating from him as when she serviced her own Master. She could not wait to hear the same sounds coming from Simon. Simon was on her mind as Master David's cock released its load. Robin swallowed it without a second thought.

As Robin withdrew her mouth from the large caramel organ, she noted that Claire opened her mouth to show that she had taken every bit of her own Master's seed before she winked at him smiled and visibly swallowed. "I see that I still have a lot to learn." thought Robin. "I really should pay attention to tiny details like that."

Master David, extended his hand and assisted Robin back to an upright position. It seemed very natural to accept his embrace and receive his kiss, Both were very nice. It was time for her to greet, Claire, the protocol dictated a long, full kiss. Robin had not really kissed a girl since her Junior High days when she and her girlfriends would practice kissing. This was different and also quite nice. Last a long deep kiss for her own Master before the quartet strode out of the front room and into the kitchen.

After seating everyone in the proper order, Robin set to the task of serving dinner. Only now did Robin note Clair's attire. The taut silk dress that bared one shoulder and has an asymmetrical hem line. One Claire's impossibly long legs were thigh high boots with perilous looking heels. Even with the artificial height, Robin towered over her. Robin thought Claire prettier than herself, but not by much, Claire had better legs, sparkling green eyes and a lithe figure and wonderful hair. Robin was sure she herself owned better tits and a better butt. While most admired her strawberry blonde hair, Robin was never satisfied with it. it was neither blonde enough nor red enough to satisfy her. As long as she could remember, Robin craved hair like Claire's, a solid black or brown or red, Still, Robin felt that if men had only the two of them to select, she would be chosen most often. Robin reminded herself to not get conceited and focus upon being a gracious hostess. To her considerable relief and delight, everyone present praised her meal. Robin introduced each course and bussed the plates once everyone had finished. The two Masters excused themselves to smoke a cigar in the smoking room while Claire helped Robin load the dishwasher.

If not for the fact that once the men returned and Robin would be formally gifted to Master David for the weekend, the dinner they had all shared was indistinguishable from countless meals shared by friends for centuries.

Robin faced Claire and asked, "What is Master David like?"

Claire's only response was to smile wanly and state. "All Master are different but they like the same things."

"But is he kind? Is he giving?"

"That would be telling, slave Robin, and slaves NEVER divulge intimate details about their Masters. Must I report you when your Master returns?"

"No! Please don't!"

Claire laughed and said, "Don't worry, my Master informed that this is your first time being shared. The first sharing is one you never forget, no matter how long you live. What I CAN tell you is that I have little doubt you will enjoy my Master."

Presently the men returned looking every inch the old friends. Robin followed Clair's lead and returned to the side of her own Master. Her embraced her and kissed her deeply. He took her hand and strode to the front of the living room, before the impressive fireplace. He nodded at Master David who paced over to the bar and made four drinks. Master David distributed them and instructed Claire to sit beside him. Both Master and slave wore an expectant look upon their faces..

Robin sipped her drink for a bit of liquid fortitude and listened as her Master spoke, "It is rare to find friends in the world, even rarer is one who shares your interests and lifestyle. Over the years, Master David and I have shared just about everything but sharing our most prized possessions is a rare treat for both of us. Robin is not an ordinary slave, and I mean much more than she is a unique individual. I would not entrust to someone whom I did not love and respect like a brother. Master David, I present you with slave Robin for the weekend. Treat her with all of the respect and honor due a man's most valuable possession."

Master David rose to his feet and replied, Master Geoff, you are like my brother, with pride and respect, I accept your gift. Rest assured that she shall be well taken care of."

Robin's blood froze momentarily as her Master instructed her, "So it is agreed, Robin, go to Master David's side. Obey him as you would me, upon the completion of your unveiling, you become his property and I will have no authority whatsoever regarding you. At the appointed time Master David will redress you and return you. Go to his side now."

Robin swallowed the drink in a single go, set the glass upon the mantle and made her way on trembling legs to Master David's side. The ritual was echoed in similar words by Master David as Claire took up her place next to Master Geoff.

Robin felt Master David's hands upon the closure to her dress. His touch was fairly electric as she felt the dress open. Master David's large warm and sensitive hands and fingers began to remove the simple red dress. It fluttered to the floor, and as instructed, Robin stepped out of it. Suddenly the young wife realized how alluring she must appear in just the red stocking shoes and garter, Her body flushed, but not from embarrassment, as Master David removed her shoes and stockings and finally, her garter, In just her collar, Robin felt more naked than at any other point in her life, even more so than when she had stripped on the first day of her enslavement.

Without any fuss at all, Master David took Robin's hand and escorted her to the guest bedroom. Robin was amazed that her heart remained beating as the door closed behind her and her new, temporary owner. Then the tall handsome man took Robin in his arms, he kissed her deeply and said in the most convincing voice Robin had ever heard, "Put your fears aside slave Robin, everything will be fine. Everything will be all right."

"I'd like to undress me now, slave." stated Master David firmly. Robin a tremor of perhaps, anticipation, perhaps nerves, fluttered through Robin's tummy as she reached for the top button of her temporary Master's linen shirt. Once the fabric parted, Robin's eyes beheld a broad muscled chest with prominent pectoral muscles and tightly coiled abdominal muscles. It was instantly clear to the young housewife that Master David was more finely and densely muscled than her own Master. Unbidden, the vision of her own husband's thin physique passed before her eyes. She hoped that the muscles of the men she had been with since being separated from her husband would be the only things she would miss about being a slave. Robin's mind thought for only a second or two, "What a miserable wife I am." before her tongue set to exploring the knot of muscles on Master David's astonishing belly and all thoughts were replaced by a new emotion.

Naked, Master David was, Robin decided, the handsomest man she had ever seen with her own eyes. His striking face with its firm jaw and, what seemed like meters of, gleaming white teeth, bore two brown passionate eyes that seemed to unerringly find Robin's own orbs and hold them fast with their intensity. His exotic color, reminded Robin of a mocha cup of coffee. In the past, Robin had taken note of handsome men of color, but for reasons that she thought better of contemplating, she had only dated white men. Not that she hadn't thought about certain things a good Christian wife should not ...

Master David's huge rod swelled to full mast once again. This time Robin did not hesitate a moment and promptly started working on the biggest penis she had ever encountered. From her position on the softly carpeted floor, she gazed upwards and her gaze was captured by Master David's soulful dark eyes. A passion that Robin would never understand set her heart to beating with a strange new rhythm.

Robin sensed that she had worked Master David's organ to the brink of orgasm when he interrupted her. Without a word being spoken, he indicated that she was to cease her ministrations and rise. Once she had done so, his arms embraced her, his lava hot lips met her own and the kissed for many minutes, after which, he gather Robin up in his firm strong arms and carried her to the king sized bed.

No sooner were they on the bed, than Master David set to work with his tongues and lips upon Robin's most intimate place. Robin became lost to every conscious thought save focusing upon the wondrous feel of Master David's oral entreaties of her clitoris. Someone, certainly not Robin was saying in a very small voice inside her skull, Simon is very good at this, the Master is even better but this mouth is divine! A stream of syllables issued from Robin's throat, perhaps the utterances were a real language on some alien world. Whatever they were they had Master David grinning from ear to ear, delighting in the responsiveness of the beautiful young slave.

Robin had not entirely come down from her high before Master David, positioned her for standard missionary sex. Robin was completely content to allow Master David to manipulate her like a marionette as he moved her to the center of the bed and parted her legs. And then he was above her, his manly broad shoulders and muscular arms taking up Robin's entire field of view. Between gasps for breath, she devoured his electric kisses. Her second orgasm did not tarry long. After a cry of "Jesus" and a long series of gasps, Robin opened her eyes smiled at Master David and uttered a throaty, "Thank you!" before the tensions of the day and the physical exertions of, perhaps the most remarkable sex she had ever experience caught up with her, and Robin fell into an immediate very deep, and very restful sleep.