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Click hereCathy was reading Cosmo when the receptionist called her name. She put the magazine down and was led back through the salon to a chair. A redheaded girl with a bright smile introduced herself as Dawn and asked what sort of style Cathy wanted that day. Cathy replied that she only wanted a wash and dry and a little trimmed. âDonât cut much,â she said, referring to the jet black tresses that hung straight down her back to the line of her belt.
âIsnât it a hassle to wash all that,â Dawn asked. âWhy donât I shorten it by a foot for the summer? Be cooler for you that way.â
âOh no, my Master forbids me to cut my hair. Heâd be terribly disappointed in me if I did that.â
Dawnâs smile vanished. âYourâŠMaster? That makes you sound like a slave or something.â
âWell,â said Cathy as she settled into the chair, âthatâs what I am, after all -- a slave. Iâve been my Masterâs property for nearly six years now.â
Dawn stared at her. âYouâre kidding me, right? I mean, thereâs no slavery in America anymore.â She turned Cathyâs chair around and lowered the back so the long, dark hair pooled in the shiny blue sink.
While Dawn sprayed warm water onto her hair Cathy explained. âItâs voluntary servitude. I love and respect him so deeply that I want to be his property. My Master is the smartest, bravest, most wonderful man Iâve ever known, and he has such strength in his soul. I donât know if you can understand what I mean, but it just felt so natural to give myself to him completely. I placed myself under his protection and guidance and accepted his mark and collar. See?â With that she lifted the slim platinum chain around her neck and displayed a medallion the size of a silver dollar. There was a stylized âAâ and a crown engraved on one side of the disk and on the back were words in fancy script. âThis says that I am his treasured property and that if I get into trouble there is a reward for anyone who returns me safely. He loves me that much.â
Dawn was massaging peppermint-scented shampoo into Cathyâs hair by now. âThatâs his âemblemâ?â
âYes. I also have several collars but Master doesnât usually let me wear them in public unless heâs with me. Theyâre very sturdy and heâs concerned that somebody might attack me and grab the collar to choke me. This chain would break if somebody tried that and I could get away.â
âGuess that makes sense. So what does a slave do? You do his housework for him?â
âOh, yes. I wash his clothes and dishes too. Sometimes I cook his meals, but heâs a great cook so often he does that. I serve him and bathe him and make his bed. Whatever he wants me to do or be, thatâs my job and my pleasure.â
âWhat is he, an invalid? Sounds like a baby to me.â
âOh, heâs nowhere near helpless. Youâre looking at it backwards. He doesnât need my help. Itâs ME who needs to serve HIM. You donât know how happy it makes me to do those things for him. See, my Master loves me and protects me. Heâs my teacher and mentor and best friend and lover and so much more. The only way I can possibly repay such love and care is to give all of myself to him. I adore my Master and express that adoration through my servitude.â
Dawn began to rinse the shampoo out of Cathyâs hair. âGirl, you must be crazy. Iâd never let a man order me around.â
âYouâve never been owned, body and soul, by a good and dominant man. You donât know how fulfilling and beautiful it can be.â
âYeah, and Iâm never gonna try it to find out, either.â She grabbed a big towel. âOkay, hairâs clean. Letâs sit up so I can dry it.â Dawn adjusted the chair again until Cathy was sitting erect once more. As she used the blow dryer she was quiet, but when she turned it off again she asked, âYou said heâs your lover. Is he any good?â
Cathyâs face broke into a big smile. âThe best. Absolutely the best!â
âToo bad heâs not with you. Iâd like to give him a piece of my mind. This is the 21st Century, girl. Canât go dragginâ women âround by the hair anymore,â she grumbled as she began to brush Cathyâs long, shiny hair.
âWell, why donât you come over to the house for supper tonight? Then you can meet my Master. Iâll have to call home and make sure he doesnât mind, but Iâm sure youâll be welcome.â
âNooo, I donât think so. He sounds like a nut-case to me. Probably worships Satan or something like that.â
Cathy chuckled. âNo, we donât do that. But hey,â she said, looking sideways at Dawn, âI didnât mean to scare you. If youâre afraid of him you donât have to come.â
âNow wait a minute. I never said I was scared. They havenât built the man who scares me.â
âThen youâll come?â
The redheaded woman stood for a moment, staring at Cathy. She seemed to be weighing her options, and then she said âif I do, Iâm not going to take any crap from him. Iâll tell him where to stick his Master routine if I want to.â
âDeal. While you finish my hair Iâll call home and get permission.â She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny portable phone.
-8-
The sun was halfway below the horizon as Dawn followed the hastily-written directions Cathy had given her. She guided her VW down a suburban street and spotted the house immediately. Well, she said to herself, at least thereâs no drawbridge on the thing.
In fact, the house looked no more sinister than the other homes on the block. It was a two-story Cape Cod with a neat, fair-sized yard and chest-high privet hedges defining property lines around it. The porch light was already on and as she pulled into the driveway Dawn could smell wood smoke. A pale plume of white drifted from the chimney, and the windows of the main floor glowed a warm welcome.
The front door sported a heavy, metal knocker and at her knock the knob turned. As the door opened, Dawn was greeted by an ordinary-looking, 40-ish man. âGood evening,â he smiled roguishly. âYou must be Dawn, Cathyâs friend.â She nodded. âIâm glad you came. Come on in.â He was dressed in black, acid-washed jeans and a tan dress shirt with half the buttons open to reveal the black tee-shirt beneath.
Closing the door behind her, he extended his hand. As he took her jacket he flashed his buccaneer grin again. âCathy told me about the conversation you two had. Guess youâre kinda surprised that the title âMasterâ doesnât come complete with pitchfork and horns.â Then the smile softened to a milder version. âDonât sweat it. Everythingâs cool. Youâre among friends here, Dawn. Hey, Iâve gotta get back to the kitchen. Can I get you a Coke or anything while I finish dinner?â
She looked about, not quite nervously. âNo, thanks. Is Cathy here? I was expecting her to be with us.â
âI sent her out to buy a good bottle of Chablis for later. She should be back soon.â Then he was headed out of the foyer. Dawn followed him. As they walked down the hallway she was able to look into other rooms. The living room was a Good Housekeeping photograph, with contemporary, comfortable furnishings. A lively blaze crackled in the fireplace and a mirrored coffee table stood between two facing green sofas. Centered before the hearth was a large, heavy, padded wooden chair. To call it a throne would have been an understatement. Across the hall from that was a closed door. Dawn followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen. âHope youâre not a vegan or orthodox Jewish,â he was saying. âI didnât have much time to prepare anything, so I threw together some clam chowder and Iâve made bacon-wrapped shrimp kebabs for the indoor grill. Why donât you set the table -- two bowls and a plate per person, please -- while I do the shrimp?
Dawn found the dinnerware and began to place the plates around the oval table. The chowder was smelling awfully good and her stomach was starting to growl a bit. While she worked she appraised her host. He wasnât overly handsome -- kind of average, in fact -- but she had to admit he knew his way around a kitchen. His movements were self-assured and smooth as he cooked. He had short hair and sideburns and a sincere, ingratiating smile. âSo, Cathy says youâre her master,â she began, awkwardly. âIsnât that in violation of the Emancipation Proclamation?â
He flashed that smile again. âIt would be, if she wanted to press that issue,â he grinned. âBut my manners are lacking. Letâs start off with the basics. My nameâs Adam, and yes, Iâm Cathyâs master. We met about eight years back, dated for about a year and a half, and she took my collar almost six years ago. You can ask her yourself on this score, but Iâd say weâre very happy together. Hey, thereâs two pitchers in the âfridge; iced tea and spring water. Put them on the table, please.â Dawn turned to the task and then stopped. Did I just obey an order from him, she wondered, then she set the pitchers on the table.
The front door opened and Cathy came in carrying a shopping bag from the spirits store. She placed the bags on the counter and walked to Adamâs side. Kneeling on one knee she took his offered hand and kissed the back of it. âIâm home, Master,â she said, âand my heart is joyful in your service.â
He smiled. âWelcome back, pet,â he replied. âGo change into your black toga and brush up a bit. Hurry back.â She quickly rose and kissed his cheek, then darted out, waving to Dawn as she passed.
âYou even tell her how to dress?â Dawnâs frown left no doubt that she didnât like this idea at all.
âUsually itâs not necessary. Cathy knows what I like and she has enough clothes for almost any occasion, but I have something special in mind for tonight and I want her to be ready for that. Now, hand me that big platter, please.â
âAnd suppose I donât want to follow your order, Mr. Master?â
He looked at her as though she had asked a patently foolish question. âThen what will I put the shrimp kebabs on before they burn?â
Scowling, Dawn handed Adam the platter. âJust remember that Iâm nobodyâs slave, Adam,â she stated.
The buccaneer smile flashed again. âYet,â was all he said.
As they were setting the food on the table, Cathy bounced into the room. Dawn eyed her outfit carefully. Black silk pantsuit, with a low-cut top held shut by a pair of pearly buttons. She was obviously braless, and her nipples formed pyramids against the shimmering black material. The sleeveless shirt revealed a nickel-sized tattoo on the girlâs shoulder; a stylized âAâ with a crown floating above it. She gave a quick turn to show her garb off and smiled at Dawn. âThis is one of my slave togas. My master designed them for me.â There was a black velvet ribbon choker around her throat and she touched it. âThis is one of my âat homeâ collars. Master loves to see me in a choker -- it makes him very frisky.â Her face was glowing as she spoke about her beloved owner.
Adam came into the room, carrying the platter of kebabs. Cathy dashed forward. âMay Your slave help with that, Master?â
âIâve got this,â he answered. âBut you could get the salad and dressing. Dawn, why donât you get the glasses and ice. Cathy will show you where the good crystal is. Get out the decanter too, and Iâll decant the Chablis after dinner.â Then he turned his attention back to what he was doing, as though he just assumed his commands would be carried out automatically. Grumbling under her breath, Dawn followed the smiling Cathy back to the kitchen.
When the two women were alone Cathy turned to her guest. âWhat do you think so far,â she asked.
âWell, he sure doesnât hesitate to boss folks around, does he? Heâs been telling me what to do like we were both his property.â
âHeâs a natural-born Dom, no doubt of that,â Cathy answered. âBut thatâs just his nature. People follow him. Put him in a group of strangers and in nothing flat heâll be leading them around like a basketful of puppies. Iâve seen it happen. He controls me the same way. Well, not exactly. With me heâs quieter, more loving.â She smiled wistfully. âWhen he gives me a command I know he still loves me. I can tell.â
âI think you must be nuts. Let him try to put a collar on me and Iâll give âim a fat lip.â
âDawn, nobodyâs going to kidnap you. My Master wouldnât want you if youâre not willing to serve Him well. Youâre a guest, and free to stay or go as you wish. But I invited you here so you could learn about our lifestyle. If you canât approach it with an open mind, then youâre not going to learn anything at all. And that would be sad.â Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the salad dressings and headed back for the dining room.
Dinner was excellent. The chowder was thick and full of clams and its odor was almost intoxicating. The kebabs were spicy and tender, and the salad was fresh and varied. During the second course, Master Adam turned to Dawn. âI was pleased with your work on Cathyâs hair,â he told her. âI was afraid it would be too short and I wouldnât like that. I find long hair on a woman very attractive. Cathy hasnât had hers appreciably cut since we became a couple.â
âHe loves to touch it,â added Cathy. âEspecially when we make love. He buys me the best shampoos and such to keep it soft and healthy.â
âIâm a very fortunate man, Dawn, to have a woman who keeps herself beautiful for me. I never tire of looking at her. Do you have a Special Someone in your life, Dawn?â
âNot right now. My âSomeoneâ and I broke up about seven weeks ago. I date some but just havenât clicked with anyone yet.â She sipped her drink. âHowâd you two meet? The local leather bar or something?â
âActually, Cathy was an adult student at the college where I teach. She was finishing her degree in English Lit through night courses while I was teaching European History. We met on campus one evening and weâve been in love ever since.â
Dawn turned to look at Cathy. âYouâre a college grad? Iâdâve thought thatâŠâ
âThat I must be a dope because Iâm a slave?â Cathy finished for her.
âWell, not exactly, butâŠI meanâŠâ
Adam answered her. âWatch out, Dawn. Prejudice is a terrible thing. Weâre just ordinary folks, really.â Then he flashed that cute buccaneer grin again. âWhy, we havenât even been on Jerry Springer.â They all chuckled at the joke.
When dinner was done, Adam poured a goblet of Chablis for each of them while Cathy and Dawn cleared the table. Then the three of them sat in the living room. Master Adam sat in the big, throne-like chair and Dawn took a seat on one green couch. Cathy curled up on the floor at Adamâs feet, her head resting on his knee. The fire snapped and crackled in the hearth, making strange light-shadows on the walls.
Adam broke the awkward silence. âDawn, we donât ordinarily invite strangers into our home. And we certainly donât tell just anybody about our lifestyle. As you can imagine, many of them wouldnât understand and might be openly hostile about it.â
âMasterâs right, Dawn. We have to be careful. Adam still teaches at the college and if the wrong people found out about this it might make trouble for him. So we kind of keep it on the QT.â
Dawn immediately became cautious but hid it by taking another sip of her wine. âThen why did you tell me?â
âIt wasnât by accident,â Cathy explained. âActually, Iâve been watching you for several weeks.â
Dawn drank more of her wine. She took a deep breath. The room seemed so warm all of a sudden. âWatching me? What do you mean, watching me?â
Adam was gently stroking Cathyâs long, dark hair as he explained. âWe were at the mall one afternoon and you were coming out of the salon. Going to lunch, I believe. We saw you at the same time and my slave said she thought you were so pretty that sheâd like to get to know you better. I thought that sounded like a fun idea.â
âSo,â added Cathy, âIâve been spying on you ever since. Learned a lot about you in that time, Dawn. Where you live, what you like to do in your spare time. Even,â and Cathy took a sip of Chablis, âthat youâre bisexual.â
Dawnâs head felt like it was full of fog. âIâŠwho gave you permission toâŠfollowâŠâ she faltered. Why did she suddenly feel so sleepy?
âRelax, Dawn,â Master Adam crooned. âLet it happen. I told you, youâre among friends here. Give in to the drug.â
Dawn tried to answer, but the darkness fell before she could get the words out.
-8-
Reality returned in stages. First there was sound, a gentle susurrus that ebbed and receded in her ears. Surf, maybe, far away. But too fast for the ocean. And something elseâŠa rhythmic drumbeat in her head.
Then physical sensation arrived. A flame, warm and pleasant, was growing inside her belly. It felt wonderful. It was like she was floating in a hot bath and somebody wasâŠohhhh, somebodyâs soft tongue was licking her pussy. And fingersâŠangel fingers danced over her sensitive nipples. It was so pleasant and light, like being made love to by a swarm of invisible butterflies.
Scent of raspberries. Then the light through her eyelids, muted, soft and gentle, began to pierce the clouds in Dawnâs mind. At last she struggled her eyes open. She was confused at first. The world was red. Bright cherry red cloth covered her eyes like a blindfold.
Where am I, she wondered. She knew that she was lying down and that someone, probably a woman by the sensations, was lying between her legs and giving her some of the best head sheâd ever had. The womanâs arms were over her stomach, the mystery hands caressing her breasts tenderly.
Dawn tried to move, but something was holding her down. Her wrists seemed to be restrained somehow. Suddenly, memory returned with razor sharp clarity. âCathy?â Dawn gasped, âIs that you?â
The mystery woman gave a soft chuckle and began to tickle Dawnâs clit with her tongue. Sparks danced through her pelvis as her body responded. Dawn didnât want to feel good. She was being raped, for crying out loud! It wasnât supposed to be pleasurable. But it felt too good to deny and her body was responding. Involuntarily, she gasped as a tiny climax fluttered through her belly.
âNo, Dawn. Youâre not permitted to orgasm yet. Not until I give you permission.â Adamâs voice. âYou are a slave, my property, and you will not cum until I give you permission.â
Part of Dawnâs mind wanted to tell him to go to hell. But her body wouldnât pay attention. Instead, it trembled joyfully, and she felt a fresh rush of wet heat spread through her crotch.
âMmmm,â purred Cathy. âShe liked that, Master. She just got even wetter.â
âKeep eating her, little one,â answered Adam. âDonât stop until I tell you to.â
âOh, yes, my sweet master,â said Cathy, and then went back to bathing Dawnâs pussy with her soft, rough tongue.
Dawn shook inside. She was afraid. Sheâd been taken hostage by two lunatics! But they werenât hurting her, really. In fact, she thought as Cathy slurped her long tongue up into her vagina, it felt fantastic.
âSay that I am your master, Dawn,â ordered Adam. âI will not permit you to cum until you acknowledge me as your master. Say it, or you will be unsatisfied.â Now his rougher fingers replaced Cathyâs at Dawnâs breasts. He rolled her nipples, pinching them until they almost hurt. âSay it, Dawn,â he repeated. âSay that you are my slave and you will know joy beyond anything youâve felt before. Say it and Iâll let you have your orgasm.â
Dawnâs body was reaching for its climax. She could feel how her belly pulled upwards inside her, how her breasts burned as she sought release. But Cathy was going too slowly to push her over the brink. âPlease,â Dawn gasped, âpleaseâŠâ
âNo, Dawn,â was Master Adamâs response. âNot until you say âPlease, Master Adam, may your slave cum now?ââ
âIâŠuhhhhhâŠplease, Cathy,â she moaned. Cathyâs response was to begin sucking on her erect clitoris.
âShe canât help you, Dawn. She is my loyal pet and will only do what I command. She will keep you hanging on the cusp of climax all night if I order it, not letting you cum for hours. And thatâs what will happen if you donât ask my permission.â
âNoooooo,â Dawn whimpered. Her head lashed back and forth on the bed âPleeeeeeezzzz,â She was so closeâŠso very close. But the specter of ecstasy stayed just out of her reach.