Robin's Quest

"You're no devil" yelled Robin, "You're something WORSE!" as she forcefully closed her thighs, driving out the invading appendage.

The Master chuckled heartily and replied, "Guilty as charged. What is the matter, Robin? Afraid of enjoying yourself?"

"Can I get out of the tub now "Master"?". Robin pronounced the word master with exceeding venom and sarcasm, neither of which had the slightest impact upon the Master.

"Your bath is not over yet. I have to wash your hair and other things."

Robin made a sound like a small animal caught in a trap but made no other protest. She was angry. Dejectedly she realized that she was angrier at herself than the man bathing her. She was angry with herself precisely because she HAD been enjoying the attentions of this very strong and very handsome man. "I am a dutiful Christian wife. I MUST abhor the touch of any other man." she told herself repeatedly like a mantra as the Master saw to the washing of her back, breasts, and hair. After several minuets of repeating her mantra, Robin was disgusted that the Master's touch still felt very very good. "This is meant to humiliate me, debase me, shame me, WHY is it not doing that?" she asked God in silence. Not one thing had gone as she had expected this day.

At last the Master pulled the plug on the drain. He had Robin stand and temporarily wrapped her in a thick cotton towel.

"You should take the opportunity to relieve yourself now. Then I will dry your hair and we will head to my bedroom for the final bit of processing, then we can sit down to dinner and talk like civilized people. I had a gourmet meal delivered earlier, it won't take more than a few minutes to warm up. Of course starting tomorrow you will be responsible for preparing my meals, cleaning my house, dressing me and catering to my whims. Those necessities of your new life will be either rewarding and fulfilling for you or the epitome of drudgery. Whichever it turns out to be will be the result or YOUR mental outlook and YOUR'S ALONE!"

That the Master did not give Robin privacy to conduct her bodily functions, should not have come as a surprise, yet it did. Not even Simon was present when she "tinkled" or "pooped." Even though Robin really had to go, it took her body an inordinate amount of time to al last rid itself of urine. Robin felt her most profound humiliation of the day when the Master insisted on wiping her when she was finished.

"Privacy is the domain of the free woman, which you are not. Have no fear, this WILL get easier as time passes. One of the first things you must understand is that your time is NOT your own. Every second, every minute, every hour of the day belongs to me. It is my responsibility to keep your mind and body occupied. There will be moments of quiet refection but those will be a rare luxury. Do you understand?"

Robin nodded her head and replied "Yes, Sir."

She sat in silence as the Master dried her hair and fashioned it into two absolutely adorable braids. Wordlessly the Master steered Robin through a door in the bathroom and into his bedroom. The decor impressed Robin. The furniture was 1950's modern, all chrome and stylish lines. A vintage Radio from the same era sat atop a period table. Beautiful oak bookcases lined the walls. All of the books seemed to be hardbacks with one section set aside for what appeared to be very old or rare books. "First editions." thought Robin. The rug was thick white shag, the far wall contained a lovely fireplace and a large, comfortable seeming, easy chair under a period lamp. Then Robin spied the bed.

It was huge, big enough for several people, and round. The bedding was silk and the covers fine linen. The bed looked amazingly comfortable. Robin needed no threats of punishment to obey the Master when he invited her to lie down upon it. Once supine, she noted the mirrored ceiling in this part of the room. She stared for a long time at her own visage. The bed was every bit as comfortable as it looked. The Master let Robin drink everything in for a long while before he spoke.

"Now comes a grounds keeping issue, Robin. I don't know how thoroughly you have studied and prepared for your role, but there are two outward symbols of obedience. Slaves may not retain any hair below their necks, two, all slaves are collared. Even in Biblical times, slaves wore outward symbols of their service. In a few moments I am going to remove your pubic hair, lovely as it is, and then you will take my collar. Your collar bears the number under which you are registered and designates me as your owner. These things WILL happen to you. You can either accept them or you can fight me. If you fight me you will lose. If you fight me you will be punished. Depending upon your intransigence that punishment can vary from a relatively benign swatting of the buttocks to several days of prolonged, intense pain. And in the end you will be hairless and collared anyway. Now, which course will you set for yourself Robin, Rebellion or cooperation?"

Robin looked intently at her reflection. She knew that this was the point, beyond which, there was no turning back.. Her right hand stroked her sacred grounds. Simon had asked if he could shave her once. Robin had gotten very angry and asked Simon where he had gotten such an idea. That was the night her husband confessed that he sometimes surfed pornographic sites on the internet. After his tearful confession, Simon had repented and never asked Robin for anything the least bit kinky. Now a stranger was going to shave her and Robin had a pang of regret as she realized, "Yes it is a woman's glory, but it is also such a small thing. It would have grown back. It could have remained a secret between Simon and myself. What was the harm really? Was it worth shaming my husband over?" As for the collar, the Master had spoken the truth, in biblical times slaves wore piercings and other outward symbols of their status, Was she any better than those slaves of ancient days? "Embrace the humiliation with your eyes upon the prize that awaits you." Robin thought as she envisioned homeless people with new shoes and third world children getting life saving medical treatment with Uncle Mark's money.

Robin turned from her reflection, met the serious countenance of the Master and replied softly, "I won't fight you, Master."

A few moments later, Robin peered intently into the reflective ceiling as she watched the Master denude her loins. He had stepped into the bathroom and returned with a small basin of warm water. With a gentility that was surprising in such a large man, he lightly moistened, Robin's feminine fur shroud with a washcloth. From the dresser he removed a portable trimmer equipped with a collection bag. Very slowly and very deliberately, working from the top down, the Master worked his way through the thick tangle of Strawberry Blonde thatch. Robin stared fascinated as her secret place was exposed. The trimmer left a clear cut forest in its wake. It reminded Robin of the crew cuts a male friend of hers used to sport each summer. The mellow buzzing of the trimmer ceased and The Master set it aside. He hefted a can of shaving cream and delicately applied a carpet of white foam to Robin's Mons.

As he picked up the razor and dunked the head of the implement into the basin of warm water he caught Robin's gaze and said, "Relax, I am an old hand st this, I have never so much as nicked a customer."

Robin was aware of a warmness which could not be explained by the vibrating action of the trimmer or the gentle stroke of the razor or the hands of the huge handsome man at work removing the stubble. Robin had felt that same warmness, when... Suddenly she flushed with embarrassment. The idea that she was excited by this perversion! It was preposterous! Still the sensation remained and even intensified when the Master's finger's gently parted the lips of her sex as his nimble and sensitive fingers strove to remove every last strand of hair. And then Robin was gazing up at her naked sex. It was a view she had not had in a very long time. It was like seeing a forgotten landscape after many years away from home. The Master wiped away the last speck of shaving cream and Robin's most intimate place glistened under the soft lighting of the bed room.

Robin was about to rub her hands over the newly exposed territory but the Master clasped them in his own. Without any preamble at all, he shifted his body so tat his mouth was just inches above Robin's pussy. The sensation of his talented tongue upon her most intimate place was a revelation. Oral sex had always been her favorite thing, though truth be told, Robin far preferred receiving to giving. Simon had been diligent and usually succeeded in getting her off but the Master! After an interval of bliss that Robin had not believed possible, she felt the familiar stirring of her loins. The Master seemed to know every atom of her sensual anatomy. Despite herself, Robin began breathing heavily and then screaming, demanding that the Master give her "MORE!" The subsequent orgasm was the without question the very best of her young life. She seemed to fade away as the Master set up, his smile a mile wide.

Almost as soon as her ecstasy had passed, Robin had profound regrets. That she had allowed a complete stranger, a man whose name she did not even know, to give her pleasure and for her to enjoy it so must mean that she in a horrid sinful person, a wanton, a tramp! But. try as she might, Robin could not convince herself that what had just transpired was foul and sinful. She knew that she SHOULD feel as if it were and was supremely puzzled as to why her emotions did not match her morals.

"That's more like it!" enthused the Master. "You will take to the collar well."

He rose from the bed and retrieved something from a drawer. Robin's eyes widened at the ring of leather and chrome. It was not unattractive, but to Robin's eyes it seemed quite thick and heavy.

"Let's try this on for size. You will have to take off your panic button for a moment while I fit this about your neck. It is quite light I assure you."

Robin removed her panic button. "Will I EVER use this?" she thought to herself. And then she thought of Simon. "I hope that that woman is not like the Master." Robin realized that she probably was. Thinking the woman who had spirited Simon away was far more attractive than herself, Robin thought glumly "What if after a year he wants to stay with her? If she is as talented as the Master, why would Simon even want me back?" Robin had just decided that what she needed was a good therapeutic cry when she heard and felt the lock to the collar click closed.

It was not especially heavy, but as Robin tugged on it and experimented moving around in it, she realized that the collar would take some time to get used to. She slid her panic button lanyard back over her head. It did not interfere with the collar at all. Her mind a mass of confounding confusion of emotions and thoughts, Robin sat for a long time contemplating her image and the collar about her neck. She wondered where life with the Master would lead her Already she was seeing her uncle's challenge in a new light. After a long moment Robin gazed up at the master as asked, in all humility and honesty.

"Who will I be when this year is over, Sir?"

The Master placed his hand atop of Robin's, showed compassion and concern on his handsome face and replied with equal sincerity.

"I don't know, Robin, but it sure will be awfully fun discovering her along the way, won't it?"

For the first time in the master's presence, Robin smiled and nearly laughed.

"I suppose that is the best answer I can expect." she stated.

With that the master rose from Robin's side, extended his his hand, and said, "Come, help me set out dinner. We have MANY things to talk about."