Robin's Quest

Robin eyed her uncle with tears of emotion in her eyes, "That was beautiful, Uncle Mark. While I am sure that there will be awful days ahead for both me and Simon, we will both prove to you that there ARE such people in the world. I am also sure that this year will change all of us, do not be disappointed, uncle if Simon and I return to this office in a year's time even more on fire for our savior than we are already."

"That will not disappoint me, Robin." replied her uncle, " I also ask that you and Simon not be too disappointed if you come back to this office, profoundly changed in ways that you currently can not anticipate."

With that Robin, Simon, and Uncle Mark exchanged nods and the businessman indicated that the proceeding were to continue.

Uncle Mark's secretary stepped into the hall and returned with a very tall, very beautiful brown haired woman. Robin began to have pangs of doubt as she witnessed the woman confidently stride into the room. A look that Robin did not like crossed Simon's face as the Amazonian woman gazed at him. Without saying a word, she directed Simon to stand up and led him from the room. That he had forgotten to kiss her goodbye, only struck Robin after the door had closed behind her husband. For the first time, Robin began to suspect that her assignment would be far more difficult than she imagined.

After an interval, Robin's guardian was ushered into the room. Whatever Robin had expected, this man was not it. Far from the bald, hulking bruiser that Robin feared, this man was taller than Simon and far bulk, the bulk was clearly not fat. He carried himself with a regal, almost military mien. His thick blond hair owned a natural wave and his eyes were the bluest Robin had ever encountered.

"You must be Robin. I have already been appraised of the situation. Rise and follow me."

Robin felt a titanic lump in her throat as she took the man's proffered hand, She was well aware of the weakness in her knees as she stood up. Once outside of Uncle Mark's office, Robin realized that there was not trace of Simon and the woman who had claimed him. Her guardian began speaking once more and Robin noticed the full, rich timbre of his voice for the first time.

"I know that ALL of this is very new to you. As we progress I will explain some and only some of the rules to you. I have been led to understand that you are a very intelligent woman, therefore I expect you to learn on your own or with minimal instruction. Our first destination will be my home where you will be processed. Once we reach my car, I will blindfold you so that you have no idea of the destination. I will go gently with you at first IF you are suitably obedient and submissive."

"What is your name?" asked Robin.

"I am simply called 'Master' or 'Sir' and you best never forget it."

When Robin took the man's hand a second time, a great sense of authority and power seemed to emanate from him. Robin had a thousand questions but silence seemed prudent. He led her to a very expensive automobile in the parking lot as twilight began to fall. The sound of her seatbelt clicking sounded like a note of finality. With surprising gentility the "Master" fastened a silk blindfold securely over Robin's eyes. The motor of the car sounded just as powerful as its chassis had appeared. Robin's heart began to tumble to someplace between her stomach and bowels as the car pulled out of its parking spot.

Robin scarcely noticed the length of the drive. Her mind was too full of worry and questions. She and Simon had done as much homework as they could. At first Robin had been disgusted by what she read on the websites Simon found but after the initial shock and embarrassment, Robin became an avid reader. In her mind a "total power exchange" with her enslaver would not be dramatically different from her total submission to the Lord. Obviously her "Master" would never replace Jesus or Simon in her heart, but Robin understood that he expected a great deal. Her skin became clammy when she realized that very soon after the car reached its destination, Robin would be stark naked in front of this strange man. Simon had been the only man who had ever been granted that privilege. Now that she had a face in place of the shambling nightmare of imagination, the task seemed a bit less intimidating. "What does a slave own?" she asked herself for the thousandth time. "Not her clothes, Not her articles, not even her own skin and hair. What she DID own was her soul." and Robin felt sure that Jesus would protect her's against any mere mortal's.

Lost in thought, Robin, at first, did not notice, that the car had ceased moving and the engine had fallen silent. Robin felt her enslaver fondle her left leg through her skirt before he began to speak. His voice seemed preternaturally loud even though he was using a calm, even voice.

"Robin. I am going to lead you to my playroom now. When we get there I am going to ask you to remove all of your clothes. Eventually I will dress you in finery but at present you will have no need of any covering. My house is comfortable and climate controlled. Are my instructions clear?"

Robin swallowed hard and replied, far less forcefully than she had intended, "Yes, Sir."

Robin heard her heels first on concrete and then on carpet, and then on tile. She deduced that she had been led from the garage to the house proper. Icy fingers crept up Robin's spine with every subsequent step. At last the frightening trek ended and Robin heard a door bolt behind her. With a dramatic flair her Master removed Robin's blindfold.

For several moments, Robin could see nothing as her eyes adjusted to the light. When she was able to focus again she found herself in a stark white room. There were chains and fetters fastened to one wall. Another wall was lined with intimidating looking, shiny pointy things. The light was quite intense.

The Master had observed Robin's apprehension as she drank in her surroundings. In a calming voice he stated. "If you are obedient you will never learn the purpose of any of these implements. With any luck you will never be asked to report to this room for discipline. For the next year you are my slave, so long as you remember your place and ALWAYS put my needs first, second, and last in you mind, we will get along famously. I care not who you were, I care not who you are, my focus is solely upon making you the best submissive slave you are capable of being."

Robin tried to slow her panicked breathing. Never had she met a man with as much self confidence and directness as the man sharing the room with her. This man was more sure than Simon and far more manly. Neither did he seem like a lecherous pervert, It seemed wrong somehow for a man to be this comfortable in his own skin. For a brief moment Robin wished that her "guardian" was the shambling nightmare of her worst fears, THAT man she was prepared for. This man was something else again. Instinctively, Robin knew that this man was far more dangerous, in many ways, than the brutish thug she expected. Robin's hand went to the panic button about her neck. She was about to depress the button but the mocking face of her uncle filled her mind. Would she give up so easily? After a painful moment of indecision, Robin withdrew her hand and tried, to the best of her ability, meeting the cool, collected gaze of her "Master."

The man continued, "Observe this table. In the shoe box you will place your footwear. In the large box you shall place your dress. In the smaller box you will place your intimates. In the black lacquer box you shall place your jewelry and any other remaining articles. You may keep your panic button for now. However, I am sure that, on a day not too far off, you will willingly surrender that as well." after a pause while the man stared fixedly, almost hypnotically, into Robin's luminous green eyes, he ended with a simple, "Begin now."

For an agonizing moment, Robin froze like a deer in the spotlight of nocturnal poachers. The direct nature of the request was disarming. He spoke to her, thought Robin, "As though he were instructing a waitress as to how to lay out the silverware." Robin's fingers encircled the panic button once more before she forced herself to obey. Removing first the left shoe and then the right, she placed them in the clear shoe box and closed its lid.

Robin knew better than to expect privacy, still the presence of a man who was not her husband as she stripped was almost overwhelming. Robin bit her lower lip and worked the pantyhose off from around her enticing butt and narrow waist and down her long fine legs. They went into the smaller box. Robin gazed up at her Master. His face was an implacable mask. Robin knew full well that this first unveiling was designed to humiliate. "I am NOT a marshmallow!" stated Robin forcefully to herself as she reached behind her back and unfastened the catch to her dress.

The store bought dress gaped at the back as Robin tugged it off her slim frame. With as much dignity as she could muster, she folded the garment and placed in the larger box. Her master watched enthralled as Robin's intoxicating form appeared under the intense lighting. The body on display clad in just panties and brassier was in excellent shape. Robin's pale skin was unmarred by tattoos or obvious scars. The woman was finely muscled with a most enchanting, taut tummy and darling navel. Her legs were works of art. The Master could tell that Robin's breasts would not sag once she removed her bra. The modestly cut white panties were thin enough, that he could discern the outline of her pubic hair. It was obvious that this woman had never so much as trimmed her bush.

Unsure of how to proceed next, Robin gazed at the floor. After a moment of praying for strength, she unfastened her brassier and loosed her fabulous tits. The Master's eyes drank in the exposed flesh hungrily, these were perhaps the finest breasts he had even encountered. Robin placed the garment in the intimates box. Believing that her heart would stop beating at any moment, Robin swallowed a lump in her throat the size of a grapefruit and sought the top of her panties with trembling, sweaty fingers. Exposing her sacred grounds took all of Robin's resolve.

The Master watched mesmerized as the thick thatch of strawberry blonde fur was exposed millimeter by millimeter. His young charge had no idea how much more enticing such a slow reveal was over a simple humble and rapid strip. The Master thought it a shame that such a beautiful woman was so embarrassed in exposing her considerable assets. He recalled the words of the dossier, drawn up by Uncle Mark's private investigator. "Apparently she truly IS this inexperienced and naive." he thought to himself. The Master thanked the powers that be that such a fresh and beautiful gift had been granted him. Then the Master mused, "I wonder if the god that sent her to me is the same god as the one she spent every Sunday worshiping? Logically, that would appear so!" The Master suppressed an amused laugh at that thought and concentrated on maintaining his poker face.

Robin clutched the panties that she had finally removed for quite an interval of time. It was casting aside the last of her identity as a free woman. Finally, the last article of apparel was in the box with the rest of her intimates. With powerful dread Robin realized that all she had left was hr panic button and her jewelery. Her watch, crucifix and four earring made their way with agonizing slowness into the lacquered box. Robin was down to just her wedding and engagement rings. She shot a questing look at her Master.

"You may keep, your panic button and NOTHING else. These articles will be returned to you when your year of service terminates. You are not my wife, you are my slave, your ring ringer belongs to me not to some other man, I decide if it is permitted any adornment. Now, stop wasting my time."

Robin began to weep as she twisted off her rings. This small act, so laden with symbolism hit her like a clout between the eyes. She saw her jewelery glittering in the ebon box, symbols of a life she was willingly walking away from. Robin tried to force her mind from focusing on anything except the happy faces that awaited her in the future. She saw herself helping unwed mothers and third world orphans. Even now she could see their smiles and hear their joyous laughter. "Keep you eyes upon the finish line." she told herself, not entirely convincingly. Robin shut the lid of the box and set it upon the table with the rest of her wordily possessions. For better or for worse, she was fully vulnerable to the Master's piercing gaze, and under his full legal authority.

"Very good, Robin. By the way I am granting you the rare privilege of retaining your name. Almost invariably a slave loses their name along with their clothes." After a beat for Robin to absorb his words he beckoned her to one corner of the stark white room. "Be a good girl, and step up on this scale. I am going to ascertain your weight, height, and measurements, then you pose for some pretty pictures and then it will be time for your bath and your final processing."

"Pictures?"

"Of course silly, all slaves are registered. Just like your driver's license, a photograph is essential to identification."

Robin wanted to object but knew that it would be pointless. She bit her tongue and strode over to the scale. Her Master's manner reminded Robin of a doctor. The man was all business and extremely patient and gentle with Robin as he gathered the information he wanted. He did not even place his hands upon her body to obtain her measurements, he used some sort of laser device which transmitted sans wires to a laptop computer The Master put Robin at such a sense of ease that the appearance of his camera did not significantly alter her mood. The Master took about a dozen pictures from every angle and from various distances. Robin did her best to follow the instructions but she simply could not muster a smile as ordered. Like the other data, the pictures made their way into the laptop. Robin was chagrined but she knew full well that humiliation was to be expected. "I hope he destroys those pictures when my year is over." thought Robin to herself. Suddenly Robin wondered how long she had been with the Master. Not a single clock could she spy in the sterile white room. Robin felt a tiredness, no doubt it was from the stress of the day, but Robin also suspected that the hour of clock was very late.

The Master took a long look at his newest charge. Slaves this beautiful were as rare as hen's teeth. He spied the tangle of strawberry down at the juncture of Robin's legs. It seemed almost a shame to have to remove it, but experience had taught him that giving slaves too much liberty or allowing them to retain too much of their identities as free people was counter productive, doing neither the Master nor the slave any favors. He allowed Robin to collect herself before led her out of the playroom and across the hall to his lavishly appointed bathroom.

"I realize that you are probably hungry. We will dine after we finish the last bit of processing. I assume that you like you baths hot, not quite scalding?" He reached for the spigots of the huge tub.

"Maybe not THAT hot," replied Robin. Her eyes were fixed upon her guardian as he unbuttoned and removed his expensive tailored shirt. Robin had never seen so many muscles in one place. Robin had seen fit men before. At the beach, her eye sometimes lingered on well built men a bit longer than was proper for a woman as recently married as herself. Not that Simon was unattractive, far from it. But her husband Simon was tall and spindly, he was in good shape, but when he took his shirt off at the beach, only Robin seemed to notice or care. The man known as the Master however seemed to have stepped right out of certain erotic dreams that a young happily married Christian wife simply should not be having. She tried to focus on anything else in the room, the steam rising from the taps, the play of the water against the walls of the tub, but she kept focusing on the Master's impressive abdominal muscles.

A little voice inside her head was yelling quite loudly that NOW was the time to press the panic button, but for some reason, Robin acted as though she did not hear her own internal plaintive warning,

Robin's attempts to hide her ogling, did not go unnoticed by the Master. Ever since he had met her in Mark Higgin's office, he had sought an inroad into her psyche. Even a nearly invisible crack in her facade would allow him to gently force his way in to then blow out the doors and windows. Every woman had her weakness, and the Master was an expert at finding and exploiting them all. Robin came from a more sheltered world than most but she had the same failings and lusts all of humanity possessed. The way she tried to hide her interest in his physique, told the Master many things. He now knew, for example, that despite her apparently happy marriage, her husband lacked certain qualities that Robin desired. She was a woman awed by physical strength. No doubt, the Master realized, there were nights when her husband had made love to her when she secretly desired that he was some Hollywood strongman, these thoughts may have come within seconds of orgasm, making her feel guilty and slutty. She was, no doubt, recalling such times right now. The Master gazed at Robin as he placed his shirt upon a counter. Her eyes darted from his and she visibly flushed. The Master seemed to know Robin's mind better than she did. Right now, he realized, Robin's mind was creating rationalizations for her wants. "She will see slavery to me as an excuse to indulge in one of her prime desires, but her mind will find any justification such as being an obedient Christian with no other option. And she will believe her own lies, at least for a while."

The Master smiled warmly at Robin and said, "Why don't you test the water? As of now I am responsible for bathing you. Sometimes we will bathe together. Sometimes you will bathe me but ALWAYS I will bathe you."

"Understood." replied Robin glumly as she tested the water with her big toe. The water was just how she liked it so she plunged in, reveling in the heat of the water on her pale skin.

The Master pushed a button on the wall and light classical music began playing, the lighting also shifted, becoming subtly more romantic. He produced a bath pillow for Robin to rest her head on and plunged the washcloth into the water.

The Master felt Robin's muscles tense one he made skin to skin contact. A little tremor coursed through her body before she relaxed. The Master realized that Robin's tremor was more than simple fear or nerves, he could not help smiling. Gently he lathered the beautiful young woman, savoring the feel of her supple flesh.

"He's not an ogre, he's a gentleman." thought an amazed Robin as she sat in the tub. "Why would a gentleman seek to dominate and control? Does he have mother issues? Does he secretly fear women?"

As soon as Robin had conceived those thoughts she dismissed them. "This is a man who is very difficult to figure out. Perhaps he will be open to the message of the Gospel?"

At that moment, Robin's mind froze. The Master was gently washing her privates! Robin knew that she should force her thighs together to force out the Master's hand and its unwanted attentions, but, for some reason, she subtly widened the part between her legs. Robin felt first one and then a second and third finger enter her. The words of protest formed in her mind but never made their way to her mouth. Instead she found her attention focused upon the huge bicep and other arm muscles of her enslaver as his fingers continued their invasion. "What is wrong with me?" She thought abstractly "Is he some devil?" Robin's eyes met The Master's, his smile was incandescent.