"There, that's better," he said. "Now what were you saying?"
"I said I came because I was curious, master," I whispered.
"Well, I hope you learned something, then," Stefan answered.
"Yes, master," I whispered.
Then he tugged sharply on the leash, signaling me to my feet, and again headed toward the main room and through it to the door. I followed on my bare feet, my eyes lowered, a slave trailing behind her master. Perhaps the onlookers thought he was taking me home to consummate the evening, to exact from my captive flesh the price of my slavery, to use me for what I was worth. Suddenly I wondered if that was exactly what he intended, if he would take advantage of my near nudity and helplessness to have his way with me. I felt a thrill go through my body and heat welling up between my thighs. I imagined him forcing me again to his knees, this time to serve his pleasure, throwing me on my back and kicking my legs apart, or turning me to all fours for casual ravishment. I wondered how I would respond. Would I protest at the invasion of my rights? Or would I revel in the chance to serve a man, to reveal that I was a hot, willing slut only too happy to take her rightful place at his feet?
Suddenly we were outside on the street in the cool night air, and I realized it was all of Berlin now that could see my helpless exposed beauty. Luckily, a taxi came by soon. Stefan held the door for me. The cab driver gave me a long stare. I reddened and lowered my eyes. I realized again what it meant to be a slave. Would Stefan make me serve the driver as well? I knew that if he did, I would have to comply. A slave girl cannot choose the master whom she must please; she must be hot, and soft, and open for all of them. I felt the cool vinyl seat on my body. Stefan got into the car and gave the driver directions. He put his hand in my hair. Would he pull my head down toward his lap, masterfully forcing me to his pleasure? I turned my head toward him. But he only playfully tousled my hair. "I never suspected you were so lovely, Jenny," he said. He put his hand on my upper thigh, possessively. My breath became more hurried. I wondered if he could sense my arousal.
Suddenly the taxi was stopping in front of my apartment. As Stefan paid the driver, I suddenly remembered I had left my keys with Cristina. " I don't have the key," I said, momentarily panicking at the thought of having to accompany him to his apartment - there to suffer who knew what potential indignities - and then having to return home in full daylight.
"Cristina gave it to me," he said, opening the door. The momentary tension on my neck reminded me that he was still holding my leash. I followed him out of the car, through the apartment door, and up the stairs, praying that none of my neighbors would see me in my current state. My heart was racing, wondering what would happen once we were in my apartment. Would he chivalrously bid me good night and be on his way? Would he throw me to his feet and kick my legs apart? Or would I, perhaps, drop to my knees and beg to serve him as a woman serves a man? This, I knew, might be my best opportunity to truly live out my most secret fantasy. But once I gave in to that temptation, I wondered if there was any turning back.
We were at my door. Stefan unlocked it and pushed it open, letting me enter the apartment first. "So this is where you live," he said. Ordinarily I would have been mortified at his seeing the apartment in its current state of disarray, but all I could think about was whether I would be forced to serve as a slave tonight. I had never been so aroused before in my life, my belly aching from desire. But at the same time I was terrified of openly admitting my secret desire, not simply for physical release, but more deeply for the psychological and emotional thrill of submitting fully to a man, momentarily existing for no purpose other than the sexual service of his pleasure.
I realized Stefan was now standing directly in front of me. My eyes came only to the level of his shoulders. I dared not look into my eyes. My knees felt weak.
Slowly, trembling, I lowered myself to my knees, once more. Before tonight I had never knelt in submission before a man or woman. Now it felt like my rightful place. Without thinking, I opened my knees widely, the hem of my garment sliding up to the top of my thighs. I pulled back my shoulders and sucked in my stomach, lifting my chest up and forward, the thin fabric tightening across my breasts and exposing them even more clearly to Stefan's view. Not sure how a slave would beg for her master's attention, I whispered, "How may I serve you, master?"
Stefan did not respond. I waited in the terrifying silence, not sure which I dreaded more - acceptance or rejection. Was I truly prepared to give myself wholly to this man I hardly knew? But could I stand the humiliation of so brazenly offering up my body, and being found not even worthy of a casual rape?
"Do you truly know what it means to serve, as a slave?" he finally asked.
I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. "I am kneeling before you, virtually naked, my knees open, a collar on my neck. I have been exhibited, humiliated, whipped, fondled, and aroused. I have been treated like a slave the entire evening. I want nothing more than to give you everything that a slave can give her master. If all I can give you is my body, for you to do with as you see fit, then I beg you to take it. Only then can I truly know what it is to be a slave."
Stefan was silent.
"Turn around and face away from me," he ordered. I obeyed, trembling.
"Put your head to the floor." I complied, keeping my knees spread. "Clasp your hands behind your neck." I could feel the garment sliding up my back. I knew I was completely exposed to him, vulnerable as only a slave can be. I waited, my heart pounding. I hoped he would be satisfied with me.
"Do not move," he commanded. I was puzzled. Would he not simply take me now, positioned as I was for his assault? "I am leaving now," he continued. "When I am on the street, I will call you from my cell phone. The phone ring will be your signal that you are free to break position." I felt a sense of relief, but a far more powerful surge of frustration. I had completely capitulated to him, throwing myself to his feet and begging to be raped, exposing as clearly as possible the hidden nature I had only suspected even a day before. And even after begging as prettily as I could, and presenting my body to him for his use, I had been spurned.
"It is not up to the slave whether or not she will be used, or how, or by whom," Stefan explained. "Your place is simply to obey. You may ask to be raped, but it may or may not be granted to you."
Then he walked out the door, leaving me kneeling, bent over, and open, locked into position by his command. He left the door completely open. I was terrified that a neighbor could pass by the door and see me - or, worse yet, enter and take advantage of me. But he had commanded me not to move, and I obeyed. The seconds seemed like hours. Finally the phone rang. I ran to it, but by the time I picked it up, he had hung up. It had been solely a signal.
Sobbing, I closed the door to my apartment, tore off the sham of a garment I had worn all evening, and fled to my bed, to suffer the depredations of my imaginary rapists. Many times that night did they put their helpless slave's charms to work, and she yielded to them as she had never before believed possible. Finally, having tired of amusing themselves with her tender, captive flesh, they let her cry herself to sleep.
Chapter 3: The Party
I awoke with the late-morning sun streaming into my windows, my sheets damp with sweat. My body was still tired and sore from the exertions of the previous night, but I felt strangely refreshed. I wondered how I would deal with the consequences of my actions the night before - how I would face the friends who had forced me to kneel at their feet and seen me lick the boots of my mistress - but the light of the new day gave me the optimism that everything would be better. I stretched, running my hands over thighs and belly and breasts, luxuriating in the feel of my body. I knew I had sexual needs whose depths I had never before suspected, but that gave me a curious feeling of pleasure and satisfaction, knowing I could indulge those needs when I chose.