Ron began to keep an eye on the books she read for pleasure, and the movies she watched. The final key to the puzzle had fallen into place when she had left her laptop on her desk when she went on one of her many dinner meetings. Ron was a Systems Analyst for a major telecommunications company, and computers were no mystery to him. With no small amount of guilt at the invasion of her privacy, he began to uncover the websites she had visited in the small hours of the morning when she was “working” at her desk.
He was not really surprised to find that the website she spent so much time on specialized in submissive videos. By the time he had watched several of them she had visited over several months time, he had established a pattern in her fantasies.
He had sought out Harland Wells because of his reputation and cultivated a relationship with him, and over time a plan had been developed. The price was rather steep, but the cost had been cut considerably by Harland’s corporate visit to Savannah. The results from the session were unbelievable.
“She is ready now Ron, to be introduced to her new master,” Wells told him, “but you should not come in till I call for you.” Ron had watched Samanthas’ entire performance behind a one way mirror. Ron smiled in anticipation. His training as a Master had taken place over the last year and a half over the internet.
Harland Wells strode into the room full of confidence and vitality. Samantha could feel it oozing from him. “What are you going to do when I’m gone Mrs. Gordon?” Samantha acted as if she didn’t really understand the question, but she was playing for time…she hadn’t begun to consider what would come next. She did know that there was no way she could go back to her normal life at this point. Sam hung her head reflectively, still in her submissive posture.
“I have decided to resolve your problem for you,” Wells said, “and fortunately for you, your new Master won’t require too great an adjustment to fit into your current life. Sam looked up at Wells as he produced a collar, a beautiful polished, black leather collar that would grace her slender throat and mark her as her owner’s personal property. In spite of her trepidation, (she was after all, a married woman, and a professional attorney) she was excited at the prospect of meeting her new Master. There was no question of refusing, Harland had ordered it. Once she had been collared, she was committed.
Harland stood and removed a black silk handkerchief from his coat pocket, then tied it tightly over her eyes. Samantha knelt in a more formal submissive posture, more erect. She was still on her knees, her hands behind her back, though her feet were crossed behind her and she was more erect. When the blindfold was tied, Harland beckoned Ron into the room. Wells spoke for the final time. “Mrs. Gordon, you are in the presence of your new Master. He is going to collar you and stake his claim to you, and henceforth you will obey his every command. You will only remove this collar with his permission.” Wells turned on his heel and left the room.
Samantha could hear her Master breathing, and her nipples hardened as she felt the collar being fastened on her neck. Her head moved forward as she sought contact with his fingers, but he eluded her. Her pussy, which she had dried off so carefully with the towel Wells had given her, began to drip and her excitement became unbearable. When the collar was fastened she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a rustling as she smelled the male scent of an uncovered penis near her mouth. When the erect organ touched her lips she devoured it in a frenzy…and stopped…she knew this penis.
The blindfold was removed and she looked up into her husband’s face. Rage suffused her pretty face as she realized he had set this up and she began to rise to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise,” Ron’s voice echoed with command, breaking her rage, giving her no choice but to submit to his will. “Suck it,” he commanded in the same tone.
“Yes Master,” Samantha Gordon said. She sucked at the intruding organ, and she didn’t stop until she felt her Master’s cum shooting wildly into her mouth. She came with him.
GOOD GIRL
Sharon Wiggins had been widowed for almost two years. Her husband Tim had left her, and four teenaged children unexpectedly alone after a terrible car accident. Faced with raising four teens alone, Sharon submerged herself in doing the job as best she could alone. She worked a second job, kept her house clean, and spent as much time with her children as she could.
Nights were the worst time for her. Tim had been her world, she’d never been with another man. Sharon had adored the feel of his hands on her body, and he had been a very physical man. He was always caressing her, always kissing her, there had never been a day in their life that wasn’t dominated by his touch. Late at night when she couldn’t sleep she missed the feel of him most. She could close her eyes and feel his hands on her breasts, her thighs, on her belly. She would shiver as she remembered his hard penis straining against her. She longed to once again be able to take it in her mouth. She hadn’t really cared for that, but it really didn’t bother her either…and she knew Tim loved it. Once she had even kept her mouth on him when he came. The taste was kind of salty and bland, like cream of tartar. Often she could stand it no longer, her hands seeking out the secret places Tim had known so well. She always came, but she always felt a little ashamed.
Sharon had experienced the worst sort of day. She was late for her first job because the car broke down. When she left to go to her second job it was raining, and she had worked soaking wet for several hours…and to make it worse she was certain her pervert of a boss had been staring at her breasts beneath her rain-soaked blouse. She dropped an empty platter taking it to the kitchen and it broke. She had been given the platter by Tim’s mother after they were married. The stress of working two jobs, maintaining a home, and caring for four teenagers had been building since Tim’s death and she simply sat on the floor in the middle of shattered bits of porcelain and began to cry. Her oldest daughter Kate, helping with the dishes, had rushed to her and held her, knowing she didn’t have the words her mother needed to hear.
“We’ve got to do something nice for Mom, she’s wearing pretty thin” Kate said to her siblings. Donna, the next oldest nodded her agreement. Ashley, the youngest daughter, screwed up her face in concentration “What could we do for her that she won’t do for herself?” “She needs to get laid” twelve year old Thomas said laconically. The girls stared at him in shock, and then rushed him as a group. “How could you say such a thing” Donna hissed at him as she slapped at the back of his head, “ Mom would whack you if she heard you even talking like that!” “She doesn’t even date” Thomas said, “she doesn’t have any friends, and she’s jumpy as a cat.” The girls remained a bit huffy as they turned to ignore their brother, but somewhere in Kate’s brain a little light bulb had come on.
“Come on, Mom, you have to do this, it’s all arranged” Kate said, “ You don’t even have to drive down to the Spa. We’re all going to see that new movie we’ve been waiting for. All you have to do is stay home and have a nice quiet soak, and relax. You get a massage from a professional right in your own home, and don’t have any of the hassle of going out! Besides, we got a special two for one deal and we can’t get our money back!” Sharon closed her eyes and imagined it, a whole evening to herself. She could light aromatic candles and take an hour long soak in her favorite jasmine scented bubble bath. She would meet Brunhilde the Bold or some similarly muscled woman at the door in her robe, and be treated to a royal massage. She smiled sweetly at her eldest child. “Thank you” she said, “just be careful at the theater, you’re old enough to know how boys are.” Kate kissed her mother on the cheek and wisely kept her silence.