﻿Accidental Master
by sadkins116



Category: Non-Erotic
Published: 2019-09-27
Updated: 2020-04-21
Packaged: 2020-04-29 15:25:45
Chapters: 7
Words: 39,180
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/accidental-master-ch-01
Author URL: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1802990&page=submissions
Summary: 
1. A man saves a woman and learns she is a slave.
2. Mark and his new slave's first day together.
3. Mark puts Carrie's room together and establishes her rules.
4. Carrie POV and a bit of her history.
5. Mark gets advice and starts to take control.
6. Mark and Sally go shopping, Sally tells Mark about her past.
7. Mark and Sally start to train Carrie to not be a slave.
Erotica Tags: BDSM, Bdsm, Blow Job, Bondage, Consensual, D/S, Dom/Sub, Female Dominate, Hotel, Male Dominate, Master, Non Erotic, Non-Erotic, Sex Slave, Slave, Slavery, Spanking, Submission, Submissive, Submissive Female, Training
Average Rating: 4.62





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Accidental Master Ch. 01

Accidental Master Ch. 02

Accidental Master Ch. 03

Accidental Master Ch. 04

Accidental Master Ch. 05

Accidental Master Ch. 06

Accidental Master Ch. 07



	Accidental Master Ch. 01

This story is a departure for me. I want to write something different so here it is. If you're expecting my usual non-con slave tale with lots of blackmail and forced sex, this isn't it. I do however want your feedback. This first chapter is just the beginning. At this moment I don't know where it will end up. But I don't want it to end up like a lot of my stories with cruel and abusive treatment of a woman. I'm thinking that a lot of my regular readers won't like it and probably will tell me. That's okay but I needed to write something different, so here it is.  
  
SAD  
  
As required there are no underage participants in this story. All persons depicted are of legal age and consenting adults.  
  
*****  
  
It had been a very long day. I was in training for a product line I really didn't care about and probably wouldn't sell. But I as usual, did as instructed and drove the 50 miles to the next town for two days of death by PowerPoint. I usually spent my evening hours writing erotic stories and posting them online. But after the company sponsoring the training took us all out to dinner, I was much too tired to think about writing. So instead I decided to go to the hotel bar and have a few.   
  
This particular hotel had a nice piano bar with live entertainment. The singer and scene reminded me of Billy Joel and the piano man. A few of the participants joined me as we drank and bounced stories about strange happenings with customers. Eventually the others left and I was left alone nursing my fourth or fifth vodka martini. Instead of sitting in a booth alone, I wondered up to the bar and sat down.  
  
Now alone, I took in the sights. It was just around midnight and the place was filling up. Usually hotel bars are just that, a place where visitors unwound after a day on the road. However this place was still going strong. As usual there was a mix of men laughing loudly at their tired jokes as they returned from wherever they had spent the evening bullshitting and drinking. I ignored their loud boisterous behavior and looked around.   
  
Surprisingly there were several women all dressed nicely. Too many to for a normal Wednesday night. I came to the conclusion that this was a hotspot for higher class hookers looking for easy targets to make a buck.   
  
Now I'm pretty normal, mid-fifties, slightly balding but still having a thinning covering of brown hair. I'm in pretty good shape standing six foot two inches and weighing about 220 pounds. I take pride in my appearance and exercised regularly. I may be mid-fifties but I look younger and could pass for early forties. It wasn't long before a young, mid-twenties lady sat down beside me. I immediately knew she was way out of my class. I may be older, but I was brought up on the streets and knew my way around. I recognized her as a hooker and let her know I wasn't interested. Plus I figured that I probably couldn't afford her anyway. It didn't take long before she moved on to a new mark.   
  
I ordered another drink and sat back and watched. It was very entertaining watching her work the room. I made a mental note on how she moved around the room and finally left with her mark. I smiled and looked around to see how many others were doing the same thing.   
  
It was about thirty minutes later when a young woman came in and sat at the bar. She caught my attention as soon as she arrived. She was different. Most of the other women were dressed to attract, but she wasn't. In fact she looked disheveled and was noticeably nervous. By this time most of the men were drunk on their asses and in seconds one after another they approached her only to be rebuffed. It wasn't until she had a couple drinks and relaxed when a man walked in the door and took a seat next to her.  
  
I let my attention drift off to the music, but kept watching to see if she was a cheaper version of the other hookers. I sat there nursing my drink and just watching the comings and goings on and around the bar, but every time my attention was drawn back to the woman. I was about to leave, when she stood and walked to the restroom. I didn't really pay a lot of attention to the man until he bought her another drink and slipped something in it. Now that peaked my attention. I was witnessing a sleaze bag attempting to drug a woman. I'm not naïve but I didn't want to get involved. I waited for her to return to see if she would accept the drink, or if she was smart and refused it.   
  
To my surprise, she accepted it and took a drink. I didn't know what he used, but it wasn't long before you could tell she was feeling the effects of whatever drug he laced her drink. Now I was having a moral dilemma. Do I step in and make a scene or just let her pay for her stupidity. I'm not a white knight by any means and fighting is not in my nature. I ran several scenarios through my mind as I tried to figure out what to do. It was about fifteen minutes later when I had to make a decision. The man was helping her up, pulling her off the stool, and leading her out of the bar. I either had to shit or get off the pot. I stood and tossed a twenty on the bar and headed for the door. I caught up with them as he was leading her down the hallway towards a door leading to the back parking lot.   
  
I was shaking now. What would I say to him? What if he had a weapon? What if I was wrong? I knew I wasn't but what if she resisted and wanted to go? All this was going through my mind when I stepped up behind him and grabbed his arm.  
  
"HEY!" I SHOUTED. "I SAW WHAT YOU DID. NOW LET HER GO?" I said with a lot more bravado than I felt.  
  
The man who was a lot shorter than I was, probably only about 5'8" and maybe 160 lbs. He turned to me obviously very surprised.  
  
"W-What the fuck. I didn't do anything." He stuttered.   
  
"I saw you slip something in her drink. Unless you want me to call the cops, let her go and leave." This time I spoke in a more normal voice but still forcefully. The man looked at me as I stood tall and balled my hands into fists. He continued to stare at me and finally let go of her arm and stepped back.  
  
"I didn't do any such thing, but I don't want any trouble. He then turned and bolted out the door. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. The adrenalin was flowing throughout my system and I was shaking.   
  
Before I could think of what to do, the woman started to fall to the floor. I reached out and caught her and she grunted as she fell into my arms. I now had another dilemma. What do I do now?   
  
"I've got you." I said to her and led her to a bench along the side of the corridor.   
  
She just looked up at me, her eyes unfocused and her body slumping against me. It was late, almost one am. If I call the police we would be here all night and I needed to be at training tomorrow at nine. Probably not my best decision, I pulled her to her feet and took her to my room. As soon as we entered I could feel her gagging. I tried to rush her to the toilet but of course she puked all over her and me. This was not what I wanted to happen. My room had two queen beds and I was expecting to toss her on one bed and me in the other. Her throwing up put a monkey wrench in those plans.   
  
I held her head over the toilet as she heaved over and over. When she finally finished heaving, I lay her on the floor and slipped off my clothes. This wasn't what I expected to happen. I was hoping she would sleep it off and tomorrow morning she would have awaken, still dressed, I would tell her what happened and we would go our separate ways.   
  
I sat on the tub looking down at her. She was a real mess, her dress was covered in puke and I couldn't leave her dressed like that. But the problem with undressing her was when she woke tomorrow, it would be me who would be on the hook for taking advantage of her and I might be arrested. I thought about the problem and realized that I was employed by a high tech surveillance company. In my car was my demo kit with lots of small innocent looking surveillance cameras. I looked at her passed out and figured she would be out for a while and I headed to my car for my equipment.  
  
It took me almost an hour to set up my equipment placing cameras discreetly around the room. The woman was still passed out on the floor as I made sure everything was connected and everything in view. Now I could take her clothes off, put her to bed, and go to bed myself. The camera would record any movements and tomorrow I would have proof if she cried rape.   
  
I finally got her to bed around two and settled down to get a couple hours of shuteye. I set the alarm for 6 and fell into an uneasy sleep. My mind slipping into my latest story about a man who kidnapped a woman and turned her into his slave.   
  
Not wanting to masturbate as the cameras would record it I finally went to sleep.  
  
It felt like I just dozed off when my phone alarm buzzed. The woman was still out cold, so I showered and dressed. At 6:30, I slipped out the door and headed to my car. Why I decided to go to a 24 hour Walmart and buy her something to wear, I don't know. I got her sizes from her nasty clothes and headed out shaking my head at what the fuck I'd gotten myself into.  
  
It didn't take too long to find the local Walmart and buy a dress, panties and bra. It wasn't stylish but functional. Who knows, maybe she would thank me. I made it back about seven thirty and walked into the room. I tried to rouse her, but she was still out cold.   
  
Now what do I do? I decided to lock up all my valuables in my car and wrote a note. It was longer than I expected, almost two pages as I detailed all that had happened. I left for my conference and hoped that the police wouldn't show up and arrest me.  
  
The conference dragged on as presenter after presenter showed slide after slide in mind numbing details. Finally we broke for lunch and I rushed to my room. I figured that she would have read my note and left, but to my surprise, she was still lying in bed groaning. When I walked in, she jumped and pulled the blankets up to her neck.  
  
"Who are you?" She demanded.  
  
"My name is Mark, are you feeling better?" I answered.  
  
"How did I get here?" She asked. I realized she must have just awaken when I opened the door.  
  
"Look, I only have a few minutes before I'm due back to my conference. I wrote it all down for you. Read this and you can dress and go after I leave." I explained.  
  
"Where are my clothes?"  
  
"Look, last night I saw a man slip you drugs in your drink. He tried to take you out of the hotel and I stopped him. I really didn't want to spend the night with the police, so I brought you up here to sleep it off. Unfortunately when I got you here, you got sick and threw up all over yourself. I only took off your clothes to clean you up and put you to bed. Nothing happened. You were in that bed and I was in the other. This morning I went out and bought you something to wear home, wherever that is. I just tried to help." I explained.  
  
She looked around the room and saw the other bed was also unmade and her body seemed to relax. Finally she slowly started to rise, holding the sheet tightly around her semi-nude body. "I didn't go with him?" She asked.  
  
"No you were almost comatose when he started to take you out of the hotel." I answered.  
  
"I'm in so much trouble. I needed to..." she hesitated  
  
"...to earn my keep." She finished.  
  
"I'm sorry?" I asked.  
  
"My Mistress ordered me to earn my keep. I was to find a man to fuck me. If I failed I would be punished." She answered quietly.  
  
"Mistress? She ordered you to be a whore?"   
  
"I'm sorry I need to call her. I'm already late." She cried. As she grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell."  
  
"Look, you can shower, get dressed and leave whenever you want. I have to go back to the conference. Good luck with your Mistress." I said as I headed for the door. I decided not to say anything about the cameras still planted around the room. I wasn't sure what to expect but I knew I needed to cover my ass.  
  
The rest of the day went by at a snail's pace. My mind was on the woman and her Mistress. It was obvious she wasn't a hooker and her Mistress was making her humiliate herself. I wanted to get back to my room and watch the video. Finally the conference finished for the day and I rushed back to my room. As I headed down the hall, my cock was hard as a rock. It must have been my mind playing so many thoughts of what I might find.  
  
I stopped outside my door and listened to see if I could hear anything. The room was silent so I slipped the electronic key in the slot and opened the door. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.  
  
Sitting on the chair by the window, was a young woman barely over 18 her long legs crossed and the woman I saved was naked on her knees sucking her toes.  
  
"So you're the one who stuck his nose into my business." She barked.  
  
"Who the fuck are you? I just stopped a sleaze bag from taking advantage of your slave." I barked back.  
  
"You have no idea how much trouble you've caused me. This slut is worthless. She has been living off me for months. She owes me a lot and I'm fed up with her." The young woman said. "I don't have time or the inclination to train her. So now that you've stuck your nose where it doesn't belong, you can take over." She growled as she pulled her foot from the naked woman's mouth, slipped on her shoe, and stood.   
  
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.  
  
"This slut and I worked together until a few weeks ago. She is the dumbest slut I've ever met. She almost got both of us fired but I managed to save my job but she lost hers. I agreed to let her stay with me, but the stupid slut can't do anything right. I got tired of paying for everything, so I decided to have her service a few of my friends. Last night she was supposed to go with that man. I knew she wouldn't do it voluntarily so I had him drug her and take her to her new home. I sold her as a slave to him. She was supposed to be in his dungeon right now. Now I have to refund his money just because a goody two shoes stuck his nose where it doesn't belong. So now she's your problem." The woman growled and walked out the door.  
  
I stood there flabbergasted at what I had just heard. Now I was standing in a hotel room, with a naked woman still kneeling on the floor looking up at me. This had to be the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. I stood there for a minute or so trying to figure out what to do. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down.   
  
I wasn't certain what to do so I asked, "What is your name?"  
  
"I'm Carrie." She answered. "What are you going to do?"   
  
"Me? What are you going to do? I just tried to help you. You can do whatever you want." I answered.  
  
"But I don't have anywhere to go. I don't have any place to stay. My only outfit is covered in puke, and my Mistress just disowned me." She said her head lowered to the floor looking at the carpet.  
  
"How old are you? You are obviously down on your luck, but you are good looking and I think you are educated." I prodded.  
  
"I'm 32, I was born in Southern Ohio. I lost my mom and dad when I was a senior in high school. Once I graduated, I married my high school sweetheart. We moved to Chicago and he went to school. We were married for six years until he graduated and got a job in the video industry. I couldn't find a job and my husband changed."   
  
"At first it was little things. He became more demanding, making me only wear what he allowed and staying at home. The more he demanded the more abusive he became. It wasn't until he came home one night and demanded that I was to be his slave or I could leave that I realized I was in trouble. From that day on, I was no longer his wife. He demanded I remain naked at all times and threw out all my clothes except for very short skirts and revealing tops. It wasn't long until he started to bring home other men and made me have sex with them."   
  
"It was about six months later, he brought home another woman. She was very cruel, spanking me and making me do all kinds of perverted things. I was forced to sleep in a cage or bound to the end of the bed. They would make love and I had to clean them up afterwards. By then I had to call them Master and Mistress. I wanted to leave, but we lived out in the country and I had nothing to wear, no money, and no family. It was when they decided to get rid of me and sold me to another man." She paused for a few moments, then continued.   
  
"He moved me somewhere and kept me locked in his dungeon for a long time. I didn't see the sun for months. I was used by him and his friends for a long time. I finally managed to escape and lived on the streets for a while. Finally I was staying at a homeless shelter when a social worker found me a job working for a warehouse and I was finally feeling like I was free." Again she stopped and took a deep breath.  
  
"That's when I fucked up and cost the company a lot of money. My Mistress was a co-worker, her name was Alexandra, she almost lost her job too from my screw-up took me in. I thought she was my friend and I shared all that had happened to me. That was when she too changed. She started to order me around, demanding I only wear what she approved. Soon I was again a slave, serving her just like my ex."   
  
I sat there listening to her tale. I couldn't help but think I couldn't write such a tale of woe if I tried. But this was this woman's life.  
  
Carrie looked at me wringing her hands and continued. "It was about six months ago when she met her fiancé and things changed for the worse. Her fiancé started to use me when she wasn't around. She learned about it last week and I guess that's when she decided to sell me to pay for her wedding. I was to meet him last night. That's when you stepped in. Now I'm once again on the streets with nothing. Please I'm begging you, don't throw me away." She cried as tears ran down her cheeks.  
  
I sat there in shock. Here was a pretty woman, whose life had been a disaster for over a decade. She had virtually nothing, knew nothing but how to be a slave, and now had been dumped in my lap. I had no idea what to do.   
  
I sat there for a long time saying nothing. I was out of my element as even though I wrote erotic stories, usually involving BDSM and non-consensual sex, I was not prepared for this.   
  
I live a fairly normal life and had no idea what to do with a woman who knew nothing but being a slave. I thought about calling social services and turning her over to them, but she was totally ignorant on how to survive. I knew that if I did that, someone would take advantage of her and either pimp her out or sell her to some perverted master or mistress to be abused.   
  
Finally I decided I had no idea of what to do and needed to think. "Get dressed we need to go get something to eat." I said and could tell it took her by surprise.   
  
She jumped up and grabbed the clothes I bought and slipped them on. Once dressed, she stood in place waiting for me to tell her what to do. I reached out and took her arm and led her out to the hallway. She didn't resist and quietly walked beside me as we headed to the hotel restaurant.  
  
We didn't talk much on the way to the restaurant. It was mostly me telling her what to do. She didn't speak unless I asked her a direct question. Mostly she just walked with her head down never looking at me in the eyes.   
  
I on the other hand was lost in thought. Sure I had written about slaves and masters. Usually a cruel master capturing a woman, or blackmailing her into sexual servitude. But this was real life and I was walking with a broken woman and from what limited conversations with her had been forced into slavery for several years, first by her husband, and then when sold a stranger or two. I had no real way of knowing.   
  
I was expecting her to open up and try to tell me more of her story, but she sat quietly across me, not speaking. I even had to order her food and give her permission to eat. I knew I was in over my head, but for some reason, I couldn't let her go just yet. I knew I should call some social agency and get her some help, but I just couldn't, not yet.   
We went back to the hotel room, I gathered my things and went down to the lobby and I checked out. I now had to make a decision. I either call the cops, drop her off at a homeless shelter or battered women's shelter, or take her home with me. I led her over to the lobby and sat her down facing me. She didn't move, her legs nervously twitching.   
  
"Carrie, I need to go back home. What do you want?" I asked  
  
She sat there just looking at my feet. "I'm afraid Sir." She answered. "I'm alone and have nothing. Even when I was at the homeless shelter, I still had some possessions. When the social worker found me a job, I was scared all the time. When my Mistress took me in and gave me a place to stay, I felt safe." She continued.  
  
"She wasn't always your Mistress was she?"   
  
"No not at first, but she was always in control. She told me what to do at work and when we were at home demanded I clean her apartment and fix dinners at first. The longer I stayed the more she demanded. When I screwed up at work, it was because I was doing her work as she slept in a back room. That's why she almost lost her job too. After I lost my job, she controlled everything. The longer I stayed the crueler she was. It wasn't long before she added sex and I was once again a slave."  
  
I sat there listening to her recall her story in more detail. I finally interrupted her and asked again, "What do you want to do?"  
  
"I don't know. It seems like my entire life I've been controlled by someone. I've never had someone do something nice to me before. Would you be my Master?" She asked and for the first time looked me in the eyes.  
  
"Carrie, I can't be your master." I answered as my mind drifted back to one of the many stories I had written. "I can take you somewhere to maybe get you some help, but I can't be your master."  
  
"Please Sir, I'll be a good slave. You saved me from god knows what. Have I displeased you? I'll do better I promise. Please sir, don't throw me away." She was begging now, big crocodile tears running down her cheeks. "Take me with you and I'll do anything you desire. You were the only one to ever help me. Please Sir" she pleaded as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the hotel lobby.  
  
I looked around as now she was attracting attention. I knew that in a minute someone would say or do something and the last thing I needed was for the cops to show up. It wouldn't take much for my erotic stories would be discovered and it would look like I was trafficking in slaves. I guess I panicked and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.   
  
"Stop it and shut up." I barked quietly and guided her out the door and to the parking lot. Regardless of what I ended up doing, I needed to get out of the hotel and figure out what to do.  
  
Carrie obeyed and quietly followed me to my car and got in. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' I groused under my breath.   
  
To the ones who managed to finish this chapter. I do want your feedback. Please comment or even better send me feedback so I can respond.  
  
SAD


	Accidental Master Ch. 02

Okay everyone, thanks for all the positive feedback. As I mentioned in the last chapter I'm not sure how this story is going to proceed. If you're looking for sex, bondage, spanking and my usual story line, this isn't it. So move on. This story is for me. It's an actual story with some erotica included eventually. It is about a man and a broken woman who are thrust together. I hope you like it, but if not that's okay.  
  
As usual I need to say no one depicted is under the age of 18. I usually say that this is fantasy and keep that in mind when reading this story.   
  
*****  
  
The drive back to my house was in silence. I was lost in thought trying to figure out what to do. Every time I looked at Carrie her head was down looking at the floor. I knew that I was in over my head, but I felt something whenever I looked at her. I don't know if its empathy about her life, or what but I couldn't let go just yet.   
  
I pulled into my complex and parked my car in my assigned spot. 'Fuck my nosy neighbor was home. The old bitty was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Maybe I can slip her in without her seeing us.' I hoped.  
  
I looked at Carrie and I needed her to understand that her life had changed, at least for now. "Carrie," I said.  
  
"Yes Master." She answered her voice barely over a whisper.   
  
"Stop calling me Master, especially in front of my neighbors. They already think I'm strange and I don't want to confirm it." I said and smiled. A normal person would have known I was kidding, but I could tell she didn't by the look of fear in her eyes.  
  
'Jesus this is going to be more difficult than I thought. I can't imagine what she has gone through.' I thought.  
  
At that moment I had serious second thoughts about going another step further. I knew I should back out of my spot and drive to a shelter. But something inside me said no. She had suffered enough.   
  
I got out and opened her door. She sat there not moving until I held out my hand. I watched as she grabbed my hand and slowly got out. "Look, I'm not going to give you commands for everything. You're not my slave and I need you to act like a normal person." I barked a little rougher than I intended.  
  
"Yes Mas...Sir" She answered.  
  
"Good, now I've got some really nosy neighbors and I don't want them sticking their nose in my business. If they come out and say something to you and ask about you, just say you're my niece visiting from out of town. Got it?" I said trying not to intimidate her.  
  
"Yes Sir," she answered.  
  
"Now follow me and try to act normal." I said and walked up the walk and in the lobby.  
  
Luckily no one was in the lobby and we made it to the elevator. I pushed the four and waited for the doors to close. Just as they started to close, a hand slipped between them and held them open.   
  
A second later my worst nightmare stepped into the elevator and glared first at me and then at Carrie. It's strange how someone can be barely five foot tall and still look down their nose at you.  
  
"Mark." She growled.   
  
"Margaret." I answered.  
  
"A little young isn't she?" She spat.  
  
"Margaret, besides the fact it's none of your business," I started but then I thought, what if Carrie stayed here for longer than a few days. "She is from out of town and I'm letting her stay in my spare room while she gets situated."  
  
"Sure I believe you." She said and glared at Carrie.   
  
I looked at Carrie and was surprised that she was looking back at Margaret. Her face calm and with a small smirk on her face. Her expression screamed disgust. I turned back to Margaret and started to say something, but was surprised to see her blush. I smiled and the door opened and Margaret rushed out and down the hall.   
  
I smiled at Carrie, grabbed her hand and we followed the nosy bitch down the hall to my apartment.  
  
I almost laughed as I watched Margaret struggling to unlock her door and rush in her apartment. I'd never seen her get flustered before. I opened my door and we stepped across the threshold. Carrie walked past me as I dropped my things, closed and locked the door. When I turned around, Carrie was naked and on her knees.  
  
"This slave is ready to serve Master."  
  
I stood there in shock. The change between the look she gave Margaret and now was shocking. I shook my head and headed for the bathroom. I needed a minute to gather my thoughts. I was now more confused than ever.   
  
From the time I first met Carrie she was the most passive person I'd ever met. It was as if she had no spine. Never looking anyone in the eyes let alone looking confident. But just her look at Margaret shut her up and flustered her. In the 2 years I'd lived here, no one had ever done that to Margaret. She always got the last word.  
  
Just that made me think bringing Carrie home was worth it. I chuckled at the irony of it. I was six foot two and twice my neighbor's size, but the bitch had put me in my place countless times. Here was a slave for who never stood up for herself, and she of all people, put her in her place without a word. Fuck if I thought I was confused before...  
  
I walked out of the bathroom and stood right in front of Carrie. She was still naked on her knees and staring at the ground. I reached down and pulled her chin up to look at me.  
  
"What the fuck was that?" I growled.  
  
For the first time since I met her a small smile cracked her face. "No one messes with my master, Sir." She said.  
  
I burst out laughing I couldn't help it. I laughed so hard tears ran down my cheeks. When I looked back at her the smile was gone but her look had changed. Something was different, I don't know what it was but she looked different.   
  
"Get up and go take a bath. There's towels in the closet. Take your time and enjoy it. If you're going to stay here you need to be properly groomed." I said and pointed at the bathroom.   
  
I couldn't believe how fast she got up and ran to the bathroom. I smiled as each moment since I met this woman was nothing like I had ever experienced. I had a feeling that my initial assessment of her a broken woman wasn't exactly true. I think at that moment I decided to see if I was right.  
  
While she was cleaning up I decided to order some food. I called my favorite Chinese place around the corner and sat down. I couldn't help thinking about my ex-wife. We divorced just over two years ago. We had been married for over thirty years, but like a lot of couples, we forgot to pay attention to each other. We grew apart and the last few years it was more like friends without benefits. That was when I started writing erotic stories. I wanted to be to be closer to her, but she had no desire for sex. I marked it up to her Catholic conservative upbringing. Her idea of sex was missionary and lights out. The longer we went without sex, the angrier I got. I think that's why my stories tended towards non-consensual and generally abusive toward women.   
  
Now I had a woman I could abuse but why? She had suffered enough or so I thought. After the elevator I'm thinking there's a lot more to her than what I initially assumed.  
  
By the time Carrie walked out of the bathroom, the food had been delivered and I had put it in the oven to keep warm. I couldn't believe how long women could stay in a bathroom. But when she came out I almost gasped. She was practically glowing, her hair was flowing down and almost reaching the middle of her back, and even though she wasn't wearing any makeup, her natural beauty was showing.   
  
Gone were the red eyes, and her posture showed how much better she felt. She stood there wrapped in a large bath towel just outside the bathroom door. She started to drop the towel, but I barked.  
  
"Don't you dare!" I sounded crosser than I intended and the change was immediate.  
  
She froze and a look of fear fell over her face. In an instant her entire being changed and now the slave was back. I wanted to kick myself as for a moment I caught a glimpse of the real Carrie, not the one beaten down but what she was. I knew that if she was to stay I'd need to learn how to communicate.  
  
"It's okay you don't need to strip. In fact I like the look of you in a towel." I tried to recover and bring her back, but she was gone, and in her place was the slave from the hotel.  
  
"Let's eat, I had Chinese delivered." I said and walked towards the kitchen. I made it about two steps before Carrie dashed in front of me. I stopped and smiled, it was going to be a long process to un-train a slave. If that is what I wanted.   
  
Despite my good intentions, in the back of my head were thoughts of all the erotic stories I'd written. I shook my head, those stories were fantasy, not reality. I always say at the beginning of my stories that fantasy and reality should never meet. Now I needed to remember that, and not let those dark thoughts cloud my brain.   
  
I followed Carrie into the kitchen. She was going from cabinet to cabinet gathering plates, and rushing to set the table.  
  
"Please sit Master." She said. "This is my job, I'm to serve my Master."   
  
I heard her speak but something about her tone told me it was the last decade speaking. But I sat down and watched as she efficiently set the table, grabbed the food out of the oven and served me. When she finished, my plate was full and she was standing off to the side. My setting was the only one on the table.  
  
"Carrie..." I started to say, but she cut me off blushing.   
  
"Master I'm not Carrie. My name is slave, slut, and cunt, or whatever you wish to call me. I haven't been Carrie for a long time. Please Master, let me please you."  
  
"Well I'm not interested in a slave. If that is what you are and what you want, then I can arrange to drop you off at a shelter." I said and watched her closely.  
  
At first I thought she might collapse to the floor. Her knees slightly buckled, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, and a tear ran down her cheek.   
  
Finally she whispered, "Sorry Sir."  
  
"Now grab a plate and sit down. We need to talk." I barked. I wanted to be nicer, but I needed to take control. Most of her life someone else was in control over her. I see that she at least for now, needed that control. It was going to take time to break that need.  
  
I watched as she grabbed a plate and sat down. She waited for me to say something but I just looked at her, trying to keep my face passive and showing nothing. Slowly she reached out, grabbed a spoon and scooped some fried rice on her plate. I smiled and pointed at an egg roll. For a second I thought I saw a smile but it was so slight I couldn't be sure.  
  
We sat in silence for a minute before I started to ask some questions. At first she barely answered but after a while, she opened up a bit. I learned her parents died in a car crash, and her grandparents had disowned her mother when she married her father. I kept asking questions, trying to learn about her life from the time she was a girl and to when she got married and moved to Chicago. I wanted her to concentrate on her life before she lost control. I wanted her to remember what her dreams were, and what it was like to be in control of her own life.  
  
By the time we finished eating, I knew a lot more, but as soon as I got up, she was back to being a slave. Short lived that is was, I learned a lot. I walked out of the kitchen as Carrie started to clean up the dishes. A few minutes later, she walked into the living room, naked.  
  
As much as I wanted to not be aroused, she was actually very pretty and her body was in my mind almost perfect. She wasn't short but not too tall, about 5' 6" I'd guess. She obviously wasn't young but mature in a young way. Her body fuller, more curves but still slim. Not all skin and bones, but softer, just the way I like it. I pulled a throw pillow over my lap hiding my growing erection. I knew I could just order over to suck my cock or fill her ass or pussy with just a nod. But for the first time in my life, I wanted to wait. I wanted to see if she would ask me for sex.   
  
'God it was so easy in my stories. Just take charge and shove my cock in one or all of her holes. She was an already trained slave and all mine. But now faced with the real thing, I couldn't do it. She was a vulnerable woman who was used for so long I just, couldn't do it. I wondered if any the other authors on my favorite erotic story website would be like me or not.'   
  
I hated my wife for doing the exact same thing, making me ask like a child or even worse beg. Again I was confused as it had been a long time since I had been laid. I groaned and spoke,   
  
"Carrie go to my bedroom and in the dresser are my tee shirts. Go put one on."  
  
She nodded and quickly went down the hall and to my room. When she returned I swear she was even sexier. I never believed that more is less, but in this case it was true. 'Fuck this is going to be harder than I thought.' I groaned to myself.  
  
It was getting late and I was exhausted. I didn't get any sleep last night and today was extremely stressful. I had a spare bedroom, but it wasn't set up. I only had one bed and the couch was old and not comfortable. I stood and motioned for Carrie to follow me as I headed for my bedroom.   
  
"Look I only have one bed and the couch is unsleepable and I need to get some sleep. Tonight you'll sleep with me. Tomorrow I'll work something out with the other room." I said and started to take off my pants and shirt. Then it hit me, I was about to sleep with a pretty young woman, who would do anything I desired and I'm going to sleep. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'  
  
Carrie kept her head lowered but I noticed she stole a couple glances at me as I undressed. I wondered what she thought about me, but quickly dismissed the thought. I was old enough to be her father. I crawled in the bed and looked at her, she didn't move for a moment, but slowly walked to the end of the bed and lay down on the floor. I started to say something but instead, I tossed a pillow on the floor and a throw off the side chair.   
  
I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was just after seven. I was so tired I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and slept soundly all night. I stretched, rubbed my eyes and started to get up, when I jumped. I had forgotten about Carrie and when I saw her kneeling on the floor just inside my door naked, I jumped.  
  
"Good morning Master," She whispered.  
  
"Good morning Car... slave." I answered. As soon as she heard my response her body straightened as she proudly displayed her naked charms. I swear she flushed and shivered, and then relaxed.   
  
"Go get me a cup of coffee, black and hot." I demanded.  
  
I watched as she jumped up and rushed out to the kitchen. In seconds she was back holding the cup out to me and again I could almost see a smile. I laid there my back against the headboard of my bed. Now when you get to be my age morning a hard-on is rare, but this morning I was hard as a rock. I guess that would be normal when you wake up to a pretty naked woman serving you coffee in bed. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed her glancing at my manhood.   
  
Now I might be older, but I'm not dead and my cock all six inches and pretty thick was standing proud. I grabbed the sheet and started to cover myself when I heard her quietly speak.  
  
"Master, may I take care of that for you? I want to serve." Her voice barely over a whisper.  
  
I wanted to hold firm and not give in, but it had been over a year since I had any kind of sexual encounter. Since my wife and I divorced I buried myself in my work and dated rarely. And usually the dates were casual and only once was I actually was interested enough to end up in bed. I gave in and nodded, my voice suddenly disappearing.  
  
As soon as she saw me nod, she came alive. Her face lit up and she practically jumped into bed. I watched as she looked into my eyes as she slid between my legs. Her eyes alive as she licked her lips. I thought she would simply pull my boxer briefs down my legs and without emotion suck my cock. But that didn't happen. She knelt between my legs, her hands going to my thighs. She caressed them running her fingers up and down massaging me and watching me closely. As her hands worked their way to my pulsing cock, I noticed her smile as she leaned down and kissed and licked her way up my body.   
  
I was mesmerized as my body shivered at her touch. She wasn't just a mindless slave servicing her Master, but a vixen using her talents to give me all the pleasure she could. I was panting now as I closed my eyes loving her attention to all of me, not just sucking my cock. I felt her hand slide up and slip under my boxer briefs and come so tantalizingly close to my manhood. I could feel my body tremble as she teased me her fingers lightly brushing my now aching balls.   
  
I wanted to rip my underwear off, grab her head and take charge, but I'd never felt anything so erotic in my life. Every other woman who had gone down on me did so reluctantly. This was a woman making love to my cock. I couldn't write it any better.  
  
I groaned as she pulled her hands out of my boxers and grab the waistband. I raised my hips as she pulled them down my legs and off my feet. I was now naked from the waist down. I opened my eyes and watched as she slowly lowered her head, her face so tantalizingly close I could feel her warm breath on my cock, her eyes locked on mine. When she opened her mouth and licked my balls I couldn't stop moaning. She sucked one in her mouth, bathing it with her warm mouth and tongue. When she did the same to the other one my eyes closed as my cock was so hard it started to hurt.   
  
"OH GOD SUCK IT!" I SCREAMED I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER.  
  
Her head shot up to my shaft, pulled it to her mouth and sucked in deep inside her mouth. I felt her warm mouth slide down my cock until I felt the entrance to her throat. I concentrated on trying to hold on as she backed up and did it again. I'd love to say I held out and brag that I lasted, but that didn't happen.   
  
It was only a minute or so before I exploded, shooting my seed into her welcoming mouth. My entire body shook and I felt as if I had run a mile, my body tingled as the orgasm consumed me. To say it was a fantasy come true would be an understatement.   
  
I have no idea how long I lay there letting the waves of pleasure wash over me but I didn't care. When I finally opened my eyes, Carrie was still between my legs nuzzling my cock with her face. I smiled down at her, her eyes still locked on mine, her expression was filled with pride.  
  
"Well done slave," I whispered as my voice was still recovering.  
  
"Thank you Master." She said still nuzzling my cock like a kitten with catnip.  
  
I lay on the bed my body relaxed and just enjoying the best morning of my life, when she got up and dashed out of the room. At first I started to call out to her, but decided to just wait. I heard her working in the kitchen and about fifteen minutes later, she walked in with a tray and breakfast. It wasn't fancy, my pantry was pretty bare, but an egg sandwich and OJ never tasted better.  
  
'Maybe having a slave isn't so bad after all I thought.'  
  
I ate my breakfast and wanted to stay in bed, but I needed to use the bathroom. I went in, took care of some "important" business, and when I returned, the tray was gone and Carrie was once again kneeling beside my bed.  
  
I wanted to feel bad for giving in and using her, but how could I? I sat down on the bed in front of her and held out my hands. She looked at me confused for a moment before she reached out and took them in her hands. I pulled her up until she was on her knees directly in front of me. We were almost eye to eye. Her confused expression caused me to chuckle.   
  
"Look, I think we need to establish some rules. I know you want a Master, and I'm not sure I can meet your needs. This morning was good, great in fact, but for this to work, I need something more than a mindless slave, and you need me to take the control you desire or crave. I'm not sure which. So today while I figure out how to make this work, you will clean this apartment from top to bottom. I have some errands to run and when I get back I will give you my rules. Agreed?" I said.  
I watched as her face lit up and she nodded quickly. "Oh yes Master, I mean Sir. I will obey." She gushed and jumped up rushing out of the room. A few minutes later   
  
I heard her washing the dishes. I sat there for a minute thinking. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' I muttered to no one. I finally got motivated, dressed and left.   
  
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I welcome your comments and feedback. I can't promise when the next chapter will post, but there will be another chapter.


	Accidental Master Ch. 03

I wish to thank everyone for all the positive feedback. As I mentioned before I'm not sure how this story is going to proceed. If you're looking for sex, bondage, spanking and my usual story lines, this isn't it. So move on. This story is for me. It's an actual story with some erotica included eventually. It is about a man and a broken woman who are thrust together. I hope you like it, but if not that's okay too. I would suggest you read the previous chapters to understand what is happening.  
  
As usual I need to say no one depicted is under the age of 18. I usually say that this is fantasy and keep that in mind when reading this story.   
  
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I walked out of my apartment with an unusual bounce in my step. I felt great. For the moment all my concerns were gone. I had a beautiful slave at my beck and call. I got in my car and sat there for a few minutes. I needed a few minutes to think.   
  
'What do I do now?' I asked myself. 'I wanted to kick myself for giving in. I needed to stay detached and not develop feelings for her. Feelings would cloud my thinking and I really needed to think about how to proceed.'  
  
I started the car and drove down to a coffee shop I frequent. I walked in and sat down at my usual booth.   
  
"Hey Mark." I heard from behind the counter. It was Sally, she was always at the shop. I grunted and a minute later she was there with my favorite cup of latte.  
  
"What's up, no hello?" She asked.  
  
"Oh sorry, I have some things on my mind." I answered.  
  
"Anything I can help?" Sally asked and sat down opposite me.  
  
The shop was basically empty. There was a couple in a booth at the far end of the shop, but they were involved in conversation and didn't even notice I had come in.  
  
"I-I really can't say." I stuttered. I was flustered and didn't have any idea how to answer.   
  
I had started to come in the shop the day after I moved into the neighborhood. Every time I visited Sally was there. Over the last year or so, we had gotten to know each other and often talked about our problems. But how do you tell someone I acquired a submissive woman slave and she is at my house cleaning. There are some subjects you just can't talk about.  
  
"Come on tell me." She demanded.   
  
"I really can't." I said, "You wouldn't understand. I just need to figure out what to do."  
  
"Look, you know me and we've talked about almost everything. I won't judge and sometimes it helps to get it out in the open." She prodded.  
  
The problem when someone knows you too well you can't hide anything. I sat there looking at the table trying to figure out a way to explain my situation and not tell her anything. Finally I decided to take control and tell her no.   
  
"Look Sally, I'm not going to go into it. I need to figure this out by myself. When I do and if I decide to include you I will." I practically barked at her. The look of shock was very apparent on her face, but there was something else showing. I wasn't sure but I think it was respect. I showed a side of me I didn't know existed.   
  
'Where did that come from?' I thought. 'Was this from having a slave at home? Or something else? Does everything trace back to Carrie?'   
  
I went back to my car and drove to a local second hand furniture store. I needed a bed and a chest for her things. I almost laughed at that. The only things she had was the dress I bought for her, which she rarely wore. That also added another problem, what was she going to wear?   
  
'Jesus this could get expensive quick.' It didn't take long to pick out a twin headboard, frame, mattress, box springs, and small chest. I drive an F-150 and it was plenty big enough to hold the furniture. I drove to the loading dock and soon it was loaded in my truck. That solved one problem, but the biggest problem was I needed to come up with were her rules.   
  
Immediately my mind drifted to my stories. Those were always so easy. No talking, stay naked, always ask for permission to do anything, fuck and suck on command. I knew that was what she expected and I guess some of those would be included.   
  
But I didn't want to reinforce her training, I wanted to break her out of that. There must be some way to control her while giving her some control back. This was going to be difficult. I decided to put that off and go buy her some clothes. Something she could wear out and not look like a homeless bag lady. My initial purchase really wasn't flattering.   
  
I drove up the road to an Old Navy store. I walked in and headed for the women's side. I quickly realized I had no idea of what to buy. A young female clerk walked up to me and asked, "Can I help you?"  
  
I didn't know what to say. How do I tell a clerk I need to buy clothes for my slave? I quickly decided on a story and said, "My friend just flew in and the airline lost her bag. She had an accident and sent me out to buy her something to wear."  
  
She looked at me like I was some kind of pervert and I think she expected me to ask for clothes that fit me. But instead I pulled out a piece of paper I wrote down her sizes from the hotel. She looked at it and smiled. It was obvious the clothes weren't for me and her face brightened.   
  
"Sure what do you have in mind?"  
  
"Well we don't know when her bags will arrive, how about a couple pair of jeans and tops, some underwear and maybe a dress in case we want to go out." I suggested.  
  
For a second she hesitated, but then went to work. For the next half hour or so she went from display to display asking several questions. I answered as best I could and finally I had exactly what I asked for. I walked out of the store with four bags and greatly relieved. I wondered if I would see her smile again when she saw the clothes.  
  
I looked at my watch and it was almost one. I needed to figure out what rules I needed to lay down. I drove to a park and decided to go for a walk. I finally sat down on a bench and stared at nothing. 'Damn why didn't I just take charge and fuck her? She's already trained, and she wants to be controlled. I tried to justify me acting out one of my stories. But I shook my head and laughed. I can't do it.' Finally I got up, walked back to my truck and headed home.  
  
I parked in my spot and started to unload the bed. As usual there was Margaret. I was just waiting for one of her snide remarks, but instead, she quickly walked past and didn't even look at me. I was shocked. She never missed an opportunity to fuck with me. I wondered if yesterday was the reason.  
  
I carried the mattress to the elevator and dragged it to my door. I unlocked it and pulled it inside. The first thing I noticed was Carrie, naked and on her knees as usual. He head was lowered but not completely and I could clearly see her face and there it was. Without a doubt a smile and a look I could only describe as pride. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around.  
  
My apartment never looked so good. It wasn't just clean, it was immaculate. The tables weren't just dusted but shined, the rugs were swept, and if I didn't know better I would have thought it wasn't my place. I'm not a slob, but I am a bachelor. I kept up with things but living alone I didn't always clean. I leaned the mattress against the wall and walked around. I notice she watched me but kept her head lowered. I finally ended up right in front of her.  
  
"Stand up." I demanded.  
  
Carrie jumped up and stood before me still looking down. I reached out my hand and gently grabbed her chin. Pulling it up to look me in the eyes, I smiled. "You did well slave." I said and kissed her on the forehead. I could feel her tremble and watched as she struggled to hide her smile.   
  
"Thank you Master." She said her voice shaking. I know she wasn't frightened so I'm guessing she was excited.   
  
I almost jumped for joy. It was the first time I actually knew she was happy. At least a little. "Progress," I whispered. I know she heard me as the smile disappeared, but   
  
I was happy and I hoped as I brought in what I had purchased I would see that smile again.  
  
"Open the door to the spare room. I have more to bring in." I commanded and watched as she rushed over to do as I demanded.  
  
It didn't take long to bring up the rest of the bed and chest. I waited to bring up the clothes until I finished with the room.   
  
For the next half hour we worked together setting up the bed and arranging the room. I had her do various things, mainly to keep her busy, but also to exert some control. The more I had her do, I noticed her opening up. She didn't say anything but it was how she carried herself and her expressions.   
  
Finally I sat down on the bed and she started to kneel again.  
  
"Stop, sit beside me."  
  
Carrie stopped and froze. I think she figured this is where I would take her. She sat next to me and waited.  
  
"This is your room now. You will sleep in here and keep your things. You may decorate it in any way you wish. I know there's not much now but that will change. Do you have any questions?" I asked.  
  
Carrie glanced at me and looked confused for a second, but that quickly passed and she shook her head.  
  
"Good, now I have more to bring up so wait here until I return." I know this wasn't what she expected, but me just ordering her around, seemed to almost calm her. She again nodded and lowered her head.  
  
I went back downstairs with a bounce in my step. I wanted to see that smile again and I hoped the clothes would bring it out. I grabbed the bags out of my truck and headed back inside. As the elevator started its journey up to my floor, I felt my cock come alive.   
  
"What the fuck!" I said. "It's just clothes."   
  
I stopped just outside my door. I stood there for a few moments trying to calm my body. I wanted to make this broken woman happy, but I needed to be calm and hopefully not show emotion. I needed to be in control. At least I thought.  
  
I stepped into the bedroom and Carrie was right where I left her, sitting on the bed. She looked up at me and saw the bags. Her face remained passive but her eyes lit up. I sat them down on the floor in front of her and sat down beside her.  
  
I sat there not saying a thing. I wanted to wait and see if she would ask what was in the bags. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. It was awkward but I was hoping her curiosity would get the better of her and she would.  
  
It must have been five minutes before she cracked. "Master? Are those bags for me?" She asked, her voice timid.  
  
"Yes they are." I answered, but didn't say anything else.  
  
We again waited for a few more minutes and I smiled when she started to fidget. I knew it was killing her wanting to know what was in the bags, I also knew it wasn't a slave's place to ask.  
  
"Would you like to know what's in the bags?" I asked, not able to hide my smile.  
  
"Oh yes Master," she gushed.  
  
My cock had relaxed by now but hearing her excitement, it quickly came alive again.   
  
"Go ahead and look inside." I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth she jumped off the bed and grabbed the first bag. I watched in amazement as she pulled out each pair of jeans, held them up to her and quickly grab a top. She didn't try to hide her joy. I was glad I let the clerk pick out the clothes as I could tell she did a very good job with her choices.   
  
I watched as Carrie opened each bag and pulled out everything. A few minutes later she looked up at me and said. "How did you know my sizes?"  
  
"Remember at the hotel when you got sick. When I took them off and went to buy you and outfit to wear. I noted the sizes. Do you like them?" I asked.  
  
"Oh yes Master, I love them. But..." She answered and I know she wanted to say more but stopped.  
  
"But what?"  
  
"I expected something different."  
  
"Like?"  
  
"Well I... Expected something more... Revealing, I guess." She answered her face blushing.  
  
"You might be a slave, but my slaves are covered. I say when they can show off." I said a bit more stern than normal.  
  
"Yes Master."  
  
"Now I'm going out to the other room. I want you to try everything on and show me." I said and walked out.  
  
It was a couple minutes later when Carrie walked out in a very nice pair of jeans that fit perfectly. Tight but not too tight. The scoop neck top was bright and by chance the color brought out the color of her eyes. She couldn't hide her joy at the outfit. She was bouncing from foot to foot and she spun around showing me how it fit. I didn't say a word and she was gone like a flash. Only to come out again with another outfit.   
  
None of the outfits were especially sexy, but she looked good in each one. I had to grab a pillow to cover my erection. I couldn't remember getting so hard so often. Just another benefit to having a pretty young woman living with me.  
  
Carrie walked out of the bedroom once again naked. I sighed as I hoped she would have stayed dressed. I needed to address the rules now. I walked over to the corner of the main room where my computer and desk were. I sat down and booted it up. I noticed that Carrie was watching me closely.  
  
"Come over here slave, we need to address your rules. As I give them to you, you will type them into a document that we will post." I said as I opened a blank document and put "Slave's Rules" in the title.  
  
Carrie sat down obviously nervous and placed her hands on the keyboard.  
  
1.I am the Master and you are the slave. You will obey my commands or be subjected to punishments.  
  
2.In this apartment you may dress or undress as you wish. However you must be covered or dressed to answer the door or if anyone is visiting.  
  
3.You may address me as you wish in the apartment but in public or in front of others I am Mark.  
  
4.Inside this apartment I will address you in any way I wish. Outside the apartment or in front of visitors, I will address you by your name. I can suspend this rule at my discretion.   
  
5.You are to maintain personal hygiene including bathing regularly, shaving all hair below the shoulders, and feminine cleanliness. I require you to let me know when your period arrives.  
  
6.I will schedule you a doctor appointment for a physical and to arrange birth control. You will stay on birth control as long as you are my slave.   
  
7.You will always answer me truthfully. If I learn you have lied, you will be punished severely up to and including eviction.  
  
8.In public you are required to act as normal. You may defer to my decisions but you are expected to converse and speak freely.  
  
9.You are responsible for the upkeep and maintenance of the apartment. Including cleaning, meals, laundry, and shopping for groceries. I will establish a household account with a budget and money deposited every two weeks. You will have a debit card to make purchases. You are expected to stay within this budget. With this budget you are expected to purchase food and anything required to maintain the apartment.  
  
10\. You will not mention your slavery to anyone without my permission. If asked you will state "You have suffered a setback and are staying here while you are getting back on your feet."  
  
11\. I control your sex. You will not orgasm or masturbate without permission. NO EXCEPTIONS.  
  
12.You will also be given a clothing allowance. You will use this to purchase any clothing of your choice. You will for the immediate future purchase one outfit every week. You are not a whore, you are my slave. You will dress accordingly in public, unless I say otherwise.  
  
13.I require one massage each week. It is up to you as to when, how and what you massage. I can refuse at my discretion.  
  
14.As you are not a sex slave, there will be no safe words. If I give you a command you are free to ask not to obey and discuss why. My decision is final.  
  
15.The one exception to rule 11 is when either you or I state clearly "Sex Slave Mode". At that time you will acknowledge with the phrase "I am your sex slave master", or the word "RED". In sex slave mode you will have two safe words. RED stops the mode and everything involved. YELLOW means stop what is happening to discuss anything further. Sex slave mode may include, anal, vaginal, and oral sex of my choosing, bondage, humiliation, spanking, public exposure or sex, and anything else I desire. It will not include scat, animals, children, body modifications, permanent markings including tattoos, piercings, or marks of any kind. To end Sex Slave Mode you simply state RED, or I will say end Sex Slave Mode. At that time all other rules apply.  
  
16.Punishments will include but not be limited to the following: Spankings, whippings, confinements, restraints, loss of privileges, budget restrictions or eviction. All punishments will be clearly stated and measured. No punishment will be administered in anger.  
  
17.You have the right to discuss any rule or add a rule if you desire. I have the final say if any modification to the rules will occur.  
  
18.You have the choice to end your slavery to me at any time. However if you decide to end this arrangement, you will pack your clothing (any clothing purchased are yours to keep), and vacate the premises immediately. I will provide you with enough funds arrange transportation and one weeks stay at a hotel. Up to $500.00  
  
I sat back and looked at Carrie as she typed each command. I watched as her face changed with each rule. I could tell she was confused by a few of them. I know none of her previous Masters or Mistresses had given her such freedom. When she finished she turned to me and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something. I waited but she didn't and dropped to the floor. I knew that this was her training when she wasn't sure what to do. I smiled and reached out to her. She was again looking at the floor or I pulled her face up to look at me.  
  
"Slave, I do not require you to kneel in front of me. You are free to sit and are not limited to be subservient and maintain any particular position. However I am curious what your rules were under your other owners. However these are your new rules."   
  
I said trying to keep my voice a calm as possible. But in my head I wanted to drag her to bed and fuck her eyes out. But I knew that I had to establish trust first. I really wanted her to ask to go into Sex Slave Mode. I wasn't sure if I could wait for that however.  
  
Carrie's expression changed, her face relaxed. I noticed her body language also changed. She no longer looked defeated, but somehow looked proud.  
  
"May I speak?" She asked.  
  
"Yes you may speak freely. You need not ask permission. My only restriction is I control your sex." I answered.  
  
"Thank you Master, I will obey all your rules and make you proud." She almost gushed, her face and body almost glowing. I smiled and said, "Go get dressed, we're going out to dinner."  
  
I laughed as she jumped up and ran to her room. "Master do I have time to bathe?" She called out as she entered her new room.  
  
"Yes of course, I want you to look your best." I answered my cock fully erect. It was going to be difficult waiting for her a ask me to take her.   
  
I sat down at the computer and checked my mail. If her first bath was any indication it would be a while before she was ready.  
  
I sat there waiting until my slave got out of the bathroom and scurry to her room. I stepped inside and took a quick shower. I wanted to look as good as I could for her. I know I was easily double her age but in spite of my best efforts, I was developing feelings for her.   
  
Even though I showered after her, I was still dressed and ready to go before she was. I was sitting on my old couch when she walked out of her room. I had to stifle a gasp. She was a vision of loveliness. Her hair was perfect, flowing over her shoulders and down almost to her breasts. Although she didn't have any makeup, her skin glowed. She stood there in her new tight jeans and flowered top looking like a million dollars. I smiled and held out my hand,  
  
"Come slave." I breathed as she walked over to me almost looking like a predator stalking her prey. I felt a rush flow through me as for the first time I was getting a glimpse at the real Carrie.  
She took my hand and whispered, "Thank you Master." As we walked out the door. Of course Margaret was out. I think she stations herself like a sentry as we left my apartment. When she saw me she glared, but when Carrie followed me into the hall, the look disappeared and she looked away.  
  
"Good Evening Margaret." I said just to see what she would say.  
  
"Mark," she quietly spoke. "I see your visitor is still here."  
  
"Yes I am," I heard behind me. "I like it here." I heard my slave speak. Her voice confident and strong. I glanced at her as she stared at Margaret.   
  
Margaret didn't respond but quickly opened her door and rushed inside. I was more than a little confused by Margaret's reaction to Carrie. We walked to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed I couldn't help but ask.   
  
"What the fuck was that?"  
  
"It's nothing, I'm just staking my claim to my Master." She quietly answered.  
  
I shook my head as the elevator doors opened and we walked out to my car. I sat down behind the wheel and Carrie was sitting in the passenger seat beside me. She was so different than when she arrived with me just a day ago. She sat up straight and looked around like a kid seeing the world for the first time. I smiled but for the first time since I met her I was nervous. I felt like I was on a first date. Not only that but I was with a woman well above my pay grade. I took a breath to calm my nerves. I looked at her again and I knew she was just as out of her element as I was. We're both going to have learn our roles. Me as her master, her as my submissive and not a slave.   
  
I pulled up to my favorite steak house. I got out and opened her door and she stepped out. I could see her nervousness more clearly now. I leaned in and said,   
  
"Relax, it's just dinner." She smiled a weak smile and nodded. "Remember the rules Carrie and enjoy the meal."  
  
We walked in and learned that we had a thirty minute wait. I led her to the bar and found a couple seats. When the bartender asked I ordered her a Merlot and me a vodka martini. I knew she was uncomfortable in public, probably because her previous owners humiliated her. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. You are my slave, and I protect my slave. You are safe and I won't share you."   
  
I looked in her eyes and noticed a tear start to form. I pulled out my handkerchief and handed it to her. "Dry your eyes pet, the evening is just starting." She nodded and dried her eyes. "Mas-Mark, why? Why are you doing this? I am nothing?"   
  
"I don't know," I laughed. "Believe me when I stopped that man from taking you after slipping you that drug, I never expect this to happen. I would never in a million years have guessed this would happen." I honestly said. "But you know what? The more I'm around you and the more I get to know you, I think it was destiny. You needed rescuing, I need purpose. I was just living not experiencing life. My divorce drained the life out of me. You give me purpose."   
  
I probably shouldn't say that to a slave. A master needs to show strength and be in control. Especially one that has been controlled for so long.   
  
She looked at me and bit her lip. She obviously wanted to say something but she held back. I wanted to know what was going on behind that pretty face, but I wanted her to be the one to tell me, not me demanding her to tell me.  
  
We both took a drink and a few moments later, my cell buzzed our table was ready. We quickly got up and a few moments later the hostess directed us to a booth near the back of the restaurant. I pointed to the seat facing the rear and I sat across from her. Our waiter arrived a moment later and I ordered another round of drinks.  
  
Carrie was nervously fidgeting in her seat. She wasn't comfortable in public and didn't say a word. I decided that I needed to start at the beginning and ordered her to open her menu. "You may order whatever you wish. I would suggest the filet. It's especially good here." She nodded and looked it over.  
  
I knew I needed to know more about her submission to first her husband and then to the others. But for our first time out in public I just wanted her to relax and enjoy the evening. At first she was very shy and it was difficult to get her to speak. But after her third glass of Merlot she started to open up. By the time we left she was answering questions and asking me about what I did. When we left she wasn't following me like a pet on a leash but holding on to my arm. I wanted to think it was because she felt comfortable, but I think it was because of the wine.  
  
It was still early when we left so I decided to go by my local grocery store. My pantry was pretty much empty and I wanted her to know where to go. I pulled in the parking lot and parked.  
  
"This is where you will do most of your shopping." It was a Mega Walmart that had almost everything a person could want. "I want you to get used to going here." I said and opened my door. This time I didn't open hers but stood behind my truck and waited for her to join me. She got out and again grabbed my arm as we walked inside.   
  
"I know this is probably not the best time to shop, but I want breakfast tomorrow morning." I explained. She nodded and grabbed the cart. For the next half hour or so, we wandered up and down the aisles. She was very through taking her time picking out meats, veggies, can goods and cleaning supplies. By the time we finished we had a full cart. As we stood in line I joked, "You do know there are only two of us?" She blushed and when I laughed she joined me.  
  
It took us a couple trips to get everything up to my apartment. As I was bringing up the last load, I walked into the kitchen and stopped. She was naked again, but busily putting thing away. "You do know you are allowed to dress at home?" I asked her.   
  
"Oh yes Master, but I wanted to be available for you if you wanted me." She gushed.   
  
My cock sprang into action in seconds. I turned and walked out. Damn this is going to be tough.   
  
I turned on the TV and a little while later, Carrie walked in and sat down next to me. She leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. We watched TV for a while when I noticed she was snoring lightly. 'I think I could get used to this.' I muttered.


	Accidental Master Ch. 04

Thank you to all of you who responded and sent me feedback on my latest effort. As you all have noticed is a departure from my usual submissions. If you're looking for sex, bondage, spanking and my usual story line, this isn't it. So move on. It's an actual story with some erotica included eventually. It is about a man and a broken woman who are thrust together. This chapter continues as they learn about each other and their relationship grows. I welcome your comments and feedback.  
  
Disclaimer: No one under the age of 18 is depicted in this chapter.   
  
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Carrie woke nestled into her Master's chest. He was gently nudging her trying to awaken her. As soon as she realized where she was she quickly slid off the couch,   
  
"I'm sorry Master, I must have dozed off." She exclaimed.  
  
"SSSHHH, No problem, it's just time for bed." He said his face warm and friendly.  
  
"Yes Master," I said dropping my head. I am so confused right now. I'm his slave but he's treating me like I am free. I stayed on my knees, my mind still waking up. He reached out, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I did as I knew what was proper for a slave and followed behind him. He took me to my room and led me to my bed. I can't imagine why he's doing this. For a long as I can remember I slept on the floor at the foot of my owner's bed or if I was bad in a cage.   
  
I lie down and he grabbed a sheet pulling it over my body. It felt weird being in a bed by myself and in a room just for me. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, like a father would his daughter, turned and walked out.  
  
I lay there thinking about all that had happened today. It started out pretty normal, I was by his bed waiting for him to awaken, and when he did he jumped when he saw me. I almost screwed up and laughed, but he quickly recovered and ordered me to fix his coffee. I knew I had to please this man, my Master, I have nowhere else to go. He is different from any of my other owners and I'm not certain what to do.  
  
I brought his coffee and I stood by trying to keep my eyes lowered, but I couldn't help but steal glances every few seconds. He was much older than anyone I've ever been with but I haven't actually been with him yet. I know it's just a matter of time before he ends up like all the others. Even so I want to serve this one. He was drinking his coffee and the sheets covering his body parted and I saw his cock. For a man of his age, his cock looked pretty nice. Not too big and I knew it wouldn't be painful when he fucked my ass.   
  
I kept glancing at it and finally asked. "Master may I take care of that for you? I want to serve." I was very nervous as I have never had to ask to service my owner. I never really wanted to serve most of them, except George, my ex-husband before he changed. But this new Master was nice, and he's treating me good. When he nodded, I couldn't help but almost attack his manhood.  
  
One thing that all my owners agreed with was I am very good with my mouth. I know how to please a man or a woman for that matter. I wanted to show him my training. This wasn't going to be just a blowjob but me loving his cock.   
  
The rest of the day was a blur. Master gave me my tasks and left. When he came home I couldn't believe what all he bought. First it was this bed and chest. Then he brought in clothes. Real clothes. I couldn't help but be excited. I would be covered and look like a woman and not a whore. It confused me even more, why? I'm nothing to him. I was dropped into his lap and he obviously has no idea what he's doing. I just know my time here is limited. He'll get rid of me soon or he will change. They all do.  
  
I lay in my bed thinking about what we talked about at dinner. He asked me all about when Mom and Dad were still alive. I hadn't thought about them for a long time. At first I had trouble remembering what it was like. But after a while it slowly came back.   
  
At first all I remembered was how happy I was. I was in high school and George was the captain of the football team. He was the quarterback and so handsome. I was the luckiest girl in school. I would do anything for him. At home all I remembered was Dad was in charge. His word was law and you dare not break any of his rules. When I told Master, he had a strange look but then asked if I was ever disciplined by him. At first I shook my head, but then the memories flooded back.   
  
"Yes I was," I answered him. He asked me if Mom was disciplined too. And I answered yes. I tried to keep from crying but the memories were so real. For a minute I could feel his belt on my butt. He didn't ask any more about my parents until he asked how they died.  
  
This time I cried, hard. Those were the most painful memories. My life was never the same after that. It was my senior year and graduation was only a couple weeks away. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening, and I was with George at home. When the police arrived and told me they were in a car crash with a drunk driver. I passed out. God those memories were so real.   
  
We ate for a bit, and he asked what I had planned for after graduation. Again the painful memories flooded back. I had been accepted to college, but I was a mess after losing Mom and Dad. It was George and his parents that saved me. They took me in and by the end of summer George proposed and we were married just before he left for college.   
  
His parents paid for an apartment for us to stay so I went with him. The first year was like heaven. I stayed at the apartment cleaning and taking care of him. We made love all the time. But it was the middle of his sophomore year when he started to change. I know school was difficult, and he struggled to keep up. We quit making love so much. We only had sex every few weeks. He also started to stay away a lot. I got depressed staying alone in the apartment. One day he came home and I wasn't there. I got bored and went to the park a few blocks away. George blew up, it was the first time he spanked me. From that day on, our relationship changed. I had to ask permission to do anything. And nothing I did at home was right. I thought about arguing with him, but memories about Dad and his rules kept me from questioning him.  
  
The next couple years were probably the most difficult. George piled on the rules and punished me whenever I broke one. I think it was his senior year, when he came home with another woman. She was in one of his classes. George didn't even introduce me. They walked in and he demanded I feed both of them. I was so humiliated. Here George was fawning all over this woman and I was treated like a maid.   
  
After that, she was around a lot. They would come home after school and I would fix dinner. They would study for a while then sit on the couch and watch TV. I cleaned the kitchen and was ordered to the bedroom until I was called. I told Master that was the first time I felt like a slave. This went on for the rest of the year until they graduated. I wasn't allowed to go to the ceremony, but when they came home after it they were very drunk. That night George told me that Janet would be staying over.   
  
That was the first time and last time I stood up to him. I yelled at him and screamed to kick her out. But all that got me was the worst beating ever. When he finished. I was naked on the floor at their feet. I never argued again.  
  
From that day on I was treated as a slave. I was told to call them Master and Mistress. Master George and Mistress Janet told me what to wear, eat, say and do. Sometimes I was allowed to watch them make love, but usually I was sent to my small room, waiting until I was called. Usually it was to clean out Mistress's pussy and Master's cock.   
  
That lasted for a long time. I really don't know how long. Each day ran into another, day after day nothing changed for me. During that time, Master George divorced me and married Mistress Janet. I was the house slave. I cleaned, cooked, and serviced his friends whenever he had them over. Mistress loved to humiliate me in front of them. It always ended the same. I was fucked repeatedly. Then one day a strange man showed up. He, Master and Mistress sat and talked for a long time. Finally the man pulled out a big wad of money and he and George shook hands.   
  
The man walked up to me, locked a collar around my neck, gagged me, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. When he blindfolded me I started to panic. That was the last time I ever saw Master and Mistress. I felt a prick on my neck and everything went dark.  
  
That's when Master Mark stopped me. I knew there were tears running down my cheeks. Master told me that he didn't want to know any more. We sat there not saying anything for a while just eating. Finally the waiter walked up and sat down the most wonderful desert in front of me. It was chocolate and ice cream, brownies, nuts and whipped cream. It was so wonderful all those bad memories disappeared. I guess that's one thing about being a slave. We have short memories.  
  
I lay in bed thinking wondering why? I knew what I was supposed to do, serve. But the rules Master had laid down, confused me. I had to make decisions. Go out in public by myself. Buy groceries, and clothes. I think the last time I did that was... I can't remember when I last did that. The thought of having freedom to leave, buy my own clothes was scary.  
  
I tried to go to sleep, but the longer I lay there the more nervous I got. I slid my fingers to my cunt and gently stroked my clit. Master hadn't touched me sexually other than letting me please him this morning. A shiver went through me that maybe he was staying away because he was going to sell me, and that all those rules were just an illusion.  
  
I didn't want to leave. It's nice here and he seems nice. I need to make him want me. I slipped out of my bed and out of my room. His door was closed and I wondered if he would punish me if I entered. But I needed to be near him. I slowly turned the knob and slipped inside his room. I knelt down and closed the door behind me and listened. He was facing away from me and didn't move. I could hear him snoring lightly.   
  
I didn't know what to do now. Do I crawl in bed with him? Or lay down beside his bed? I finally crawled to the foot of his bed and lay down. I would be able to hear him if he got up and I would be there in case he wanted me. I smiled as I got comfortable laying on the hard floor. Well it wasn't that hard. Not as hard as the concrete floors I'd slept on before, or the wire cage floors when I was being punished.   
  
I could smell him, his odor was in the air and I loved his scent. I knew I could pick him out blindfolded. I closed my eyes and drifted off.  
  
The next morning I woke and stretched my body. I'd slept well. I checked and Master was still sleeping. I got up on my knees and crawled over to the side of the bed. Master was sleeping soundly. I watched him breathe and thought about slipping in and waking him with a blowjob. I know he likes that. But I was afraid I would wake him too early. God I hate not knowing what to do. Damn him why can't he just take over and tell me what he wants. I'm much better when I'm given instructions. I knelt there just looking at him. Even though he's old, he still looks pretty good, I mean for an old guy. I know his cock works. I looked at the clock and I remember him saying he had to work today. It's almost six o'clock. His alarm should be going off soon.   
  
Then it hit me, I quickly crawled out of his room and to the kitchen. I made a pot of coffee and stood by his door listening for his alarm. Sure enough, at six fifteen it rang. I rushed to the kitchen, poured a cup and hurried back. I opened the door just after he shut off his alarm and stretched. I walked in, knelt, and held out his coffee. I glanced up and smiled at the surprised look on his face.  
  
"Thank you Carrie, this is a nice surprise." He said. I know I blushed, but I couldn't help it. Just those few words made my body tingle and my mind gush. Oh please don't get rid of me, I prayed silently.  
  
Master slowly got up and headed for the bathroom. I followed close behind. I wanted to serve him and the only way I knew to do that was to be by his side. When he got to the door, he turned and looked at me following behind him.  
  
"Carrie, I can do this by myself." He chuckled.   
  
"Yes Master, but I'm here to serve and I want to serve you." I answered. "Please Master let me serve you?" I asked.  
  
Master Mark looked at me and shook his head, "What am I going to do with you?" He asked I'm guessing it was to his self because before I could answer he said, "Okay come on." And walked into the bathroom.  
  
For some reason I felt my body tingle and my pussy buzzed. My training required me to be ready to serve my owner in any way they desired. Usually that meant me sucking their cocks, or eating their pussy. But I needed to be ready if they wanted more. But I usually had to massage my clit to get myself moist so it wouldn't be painful. This time my body was getting aroused without my help. I didn't understand it but I rushed in behind him and knelt in front of him as he sat down on the toilet.   
  
"Look I can do this alone, I don't need your help. From now on you start the shower and wait until I'm ready." He said and looked at me like he was frustrated.  
  
"I'm sorry Master, yes Master." A moment of fear rushed through me as I jumped up and turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I stood facing the tub, Master obviously wanted privacy.  
  
I stood there waiting for him to finish and smiled when he stood up and slipped out of his clothes. His cock was semi hard as he walked towards me. I opened the curtain and he stepped in. I didn't wait but followed him into the warm shower. I reached beside him and grabbed the bottle of soap.   
  
I was unusually excited about touching my new Master. I wanted to please him so I covered my hands with the liquid soap and slid my body up to his back. I reached around him and started to soap his chest. I heard a groan. Just that sound sent shivers up my down my chest to my now leaking pussy. I continued to rub my body against his and slowly sent my hands down his stomach teasing my way as they went. I could feel your body start to tremble as I inched my way towards your cock.   
  
For the first time in like forever I was aroused and wanting to fuck. I want you to take me, control me, and fuck me. I inch my hands a little closer, my fingers just touching your cock, smiling as I can feel its hardness. I slowly wrap my soapy hand around the shaft and slide it down the shaft.   
  
I feel you gasp as I slowly stroke your manhood, I know you are loving my touch. I want to spin you around and shove you deep inside me, but I'm afraid. I am the slave, I'm not in control. God, I pray, please take me. I haven't wanted to be taken for so long. I want you to be my Master.  
  
I speed up my strokes hoping you will throw me down and pound me, but a second later you moan and I feel your cock pulse. I know I have done my job. I release your cock and continue to wash your body. A few moments later, you grab my hands spin around and Kiss me deeply. Taking my mouth and making my head spin. I'm more confused than ever now.  
  
You spin me around and now the shower is cascading over my body. You grab the bottle of soap and start to wash my body. I don't know what to do. He is my Master but he's washing me. I want to drop to my knees but you push me against the shower wall and hold me tight while you rub your soapy hands all over me. I close my eyes as I'm feeling things I had long forgotten. The feeling of someone touching me and teasing me. My body is on fire and I can hear myself moan.   
  
"Master?" I ask, I want to say more, but your fingers slide down my back, over my hips and between my legs. When he touched my cunt and my voice fails. You slide your fingers gently up and down my slit and touch my clit. I was in another world now. No one, not even my ex-husband had ever touched me like this before. My mind drifted back to before I was owned, before I was a slave. God I can feel my body shake but it's not from fear. Then he turned my body and kissed my nipple and bit down. It didn't hurt but it was enough that my entire being exploded. Even with my closed eyes I saw flashes of light and jolts of electricity shoot out from the very center of my being. I don't know what happened but when I opened my eyes I was laying in the tub, the warm water flowing all over me and my Master kneeling over me with a big smile.  
  
"Take your time Carrie, I have to get to work. I'll see you tonight." He said so softly I hardly heard him. I watched with my barely open eyes as he stood and stepped out of the shower. I wanted to get up, but I had no strength. I lie there still feeling my body tingling.   
  
I have no idea how long I lay there before I could move. I crawled out and shut off the water. Master had put a towel on the counter and I wrapped it around my body. I quickly dried off and rushed out of the bathroom, just in time to see the front door close. I dropped to my knees and cried. I don't know why but I cried for a long time.   
  
For the next couple hours I wandered around the apartment. I was in a daze. My mind was having trouble comprehending what had happened. I tried to serve him, but he served me. WHY? WHY IS HE DOING THIS? I SCREAMED. I didn't know what to do. I have always been controlled and Master was...  
  
What was Master doing? I went to the corner of my room and sat down. I was so afraid. I was trembling as I replayed what had happened over and over in my mind, and each time I was more confused than before.  
  
I don't how long I sat on the floor in the corner. My knees drawn up to my chest rocking back and forth. I kept thinking back to all my owners. Each had demanded increasingly degrading things. Each had trained me to be obedient, to perform on demand, no matter how degrading, disgusting. I was a slave and slaves serve.   
  
The years I spent owned by the man who purchased me from Master George, were the most difficult ever. I was confined to his basement dungeon, only leaving when Master had me serve in some way. Usually I was bound, fucked, whipped, or tortured for his pleasure. I hated the dungeon and even looked forward to being used and abused just to get out. I have no idea how long I was with him. Months, years, time has no meaning when your entire world is a dungeon and abuse. I have no idea how I got the courage to one day try the door. It was unlocked. I had never tried it before. I quickly shut it and ran back to my corner. I was so scared Master would know I opened it. I have no idea how long it was before I tried the door again. It was unlocked again. Then it hit me. He knew I was so conditioned that he no longer felt he needed to lock me up.   
  
I went back to my corner again but this time my mind was thinking about something other than pleasing my Master. I started to pay attention to noises in the house. I learned his schedule and finally one day, I heard him leave. I waited for a while and when I was sure he was gone for the day, I opened the door, walked up stairs and walked into the house I hated with all my heart. I was naked, I never wore clothes. I walked into his room, grabbed a shirt that came down to my knees, and walked out the front door.  
  
I had no idea where I was or where I was going. All I knew was I needed to get away. I ran and ran as fast as I could, stopping only to get my breath and ran again.   
  
That first night was the most frightening night of my life. I was barely dressed, had no money and totally lost. It was a homeless woman who found me sleeping in an alley. She was so nice and took me to a shelter. For the first time in my life I was free. But after so many years a slave, I couldn't shake my training.  
  
I stayed at the shelter for a few weeks, one of the social workers talked to me and learned my story. She helped me find a job, and tried to help me cope with my new situation. That was when I met Chrissy. She took me in, but in the end, she was just like all the others.   
I finally got up and tried to clear my head. No matter how he treated me, I needed to do my best to obey his every command. I looked at the time and realized he might be coming home soon. I remembered my rules and started to clean the apartment. I worked feverishly wanting everything to be perfect. I started dinner and watched the clock closely.   
  
It was about 5:30 when I heard something outside the door. I ran to it and dropped to my knees. I pushed my hair back behind my ears and knelt as I had been trained. When the knob turned, my body flushed. I was excited for him to return.  
  
I watched as the door opened and in walked my Master. I couldn't help but smile, but just as he entered, behind him was that bitch Margaret walking by our door. I don't think Master saw or heard her gasp, when she looked at me naked on my knees.  
  
"Hello Carrie, did you have a good day?" Master asked.  
  
I wanted to answer but Margaret was behind him staring at me as the door closed. I know that Master and her don't get along, but now I'm afraid I did something wrong.   
  
"Master," I spoke as the door closed, "Margaret just saw me." I said. "Please Master I'm sorry." I cried.  
  
He laughed and knelt down in front of me. "Carrie, it doesn't matter what she thinks. She already thinks I'm strange. That only confirms it to her." He said and I could tell he was concerned. "You do know you're allowed to dress don't you?"   
  
"Yes Master, but I've gone naked for so long I don't think about getting dressed." I whispered.   
  
Master grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. He held my chin and looked deep into my eyes. "From now on, you will be dressed when you are near the front door. At least have something to slip on if you need to. Now how was your day?" He said the concern gone from his face.  
  
"Master I don't know. I didn't have any instructions to follow, and what you did to me was..." I floundered for words.  
  
"Hey I should say that to you. I don't normally have a beautiful young woman, bathe me in the mornings. Let alone jerking me off." He laughed. I guess it's safe to say we both had a very interesting morning."  
  
"Thank you Master, dinner will be ready in a bit. I didn't know when you would get back from work and I didn't want to burn it." I explained.  
  
"Very good and that's okay." I'd like to sit down for a bit anyways." He said and walked over to the couch.  
  
Dinner was quiet, Master told me about his day and I cleaned up afterwards. When I finished I walked over to him sitting in the living room and started to drop to me knees. He shook his head and pulled me to the couch. "Look, I'm tired of looking down at you. So unless I say otherwise you will sit on the furniture."  
  
"Yes Master." I answered and sat down beside him  
  
"I have to run and errand and will be gone for about an hour. How about you have me a nice hot bath ready when I return?" He asked.  
  
"Oh yes Master." Finally he's taking charge. I can't wait to bathe him. I watched as he stood, grabbed his keys and walked out the door. I sat there wondering what I should do when a few minutes later there was a knock at the door.  
  
A shot of fear raced through my body. What do I do? What if it's my Mistress coming to get me? I was about to run to my room when I heard her voice.   
  
"I know you're in there." Margaret said through the door. "Open up we need to talk."  
  
I looked around and hurried to my room. I threw on a top and slacks and headed for the door. When I opened it a crack, she pushed the door and rushed past me.  
  
"What the hell is going on in here? Is that shit abusing you? Are you okay?" She rattled off question after question. I had no chance to answer but after the fourth or fifth question, I found my voice.  
  
"SHUT UP! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU RUSH INTO MARK'S APARTMENT LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE." I yelled. Margaret shut up like I had smacked her.  
  
"What is happening here is NONE of your business. I am here now and you will stop all your fucking games! Now get the fuck out!" I was pissed. This woman was making trouble for my master and I wasn't about to let her get away with it.  
  
"If I hear you being a bitch again I'll put a stop to it. Now mind your own business." I growled.  
  
I could see first the surprise, then shock, and then she blushed. I grabbed her arm, opened the door and shoved her out into the hall and slammed it behind her. I stood there in shock. I had never done anything like that before. I had always submitted. But she was threatening my Master, and I couldn't let that happen. For the first time in my life, I stood up and protected something. I'd never had anything to protect and never had an owner I wanted to protect, but something was changing with me and I liked it.


	Accidental Master Ch. 05

I want to thank everyone who has offered their comments and encouragement on this series. I am enjoying writing it. I only hope I can keep it to the level it deserves. If you haven't read the previous chapters I would strongly suggest you do. This story isn't about sex, but about a broken woman who has been dominated into slavery and a man who has suddenly found himself her Master. I'm asking for your comments and feedback, as I am learning as I go with this story.  
  
Disclaimer: No one under the age of 18 is depicted in this series.  
  
*****  
  
I walked back in my apartment. As I have grown to expect Carrie was kneeling just inside the door, but this time she was dressed. I think it was the first time since she arrived she was dressed and not about to leave. I smiled, "Progress," I said to myself.   
  
"Hey Carrie," I said to her, but she immediately started to cry and grabbed my legs.  
  
"Master please forgive me. I should not have answered the door. I'm sorry Master." She pleaded.  
  
I had to reach down and stop her from talking. "Stop, what are you talking about? Nothing you have done is that bad." I said and held her close. I continued to hug her as she continued to cry. I finally pulled her up and took her to the couch. We sat there for about ten minutes until she was only sniveling. I reached out and grabbed her chin.  
  
"Now slowly, tell me what happened." I said in a calm voice.  
  
"Master, it was only a few minutes after you left." Sniff, sniff, she started. "There was a knock at the door. I didn't know what to do. Master I was afraid that my Mistress had come to take me away." She continued and started to cry again.  
  
"SSHHH settle down. I'm back now. It wasn't her was it?" I asked.  
  
"No Master, it was Margaret. I wasn't going to open the door, but she called out from the other side of the door. She said she knew I was here and to open the door. I couldn't refuse Master. I'm a slave and I do what I'm told. I got dressed and opened the door just a little." She answered and I could see the fear in her eyes.  
  
"What happened when you opened the door?" I asked. Now I was concerned. Margaret could be a problem. Plus she had seen Carrie naked on her knees earlier. I could feel my anger rising up inside of me.  
  
"She rushed in Master. She rushed in and started to ask all these questions. At first I didn't know what to say, but then I was bad Master. I told her to shut up. I yelled at her and told her to mind her own business and shoved her out the door. Master I'm sorry. I was bad." She finished and started to cry again.  
  
I almost burst out laughing. My lovely submissive slave stood up for herself and me. I wanted to take her in my arms and give her a big kiss. But something stopped me. I sat back and kept my face as impassive as possible. It was harder to do than what you'd think. I tried to think before I acted. Then it came to me. I knew what to do.  
  
"Yes slave you were bad. Slaves need to know their place and I have to punish you." I said trying to sound as demanding as possible. "Go to my room and strip." I barked. Carrie practically ran across the apartment her leaving her clothes behind like a trail of bread crumbs. I struggled to keep a smile off my face in case she looked back. But I wasn't very successful. I stood and followed her a couple minutes later.   
  
As I walked towards my room, my cock woke up and soon was standing at attention. I knew what I wanted to do and I couldn't help but think back to all my stories of how the women were punished. Usually with ropes, whips, clips and general misery. But that wasn't what I had planned. I made sure my face showed at least a bit of anger, but I'm sure it was more the look of lust. I was so aroused about what she did and how she stood up I could hardly stand it. When I walked through my door, Carrie was on my bed, on her knees, her perfect naked ass facing me. She had her hands out above her head and her face on the mattress. I walked up behind her and slid my hand up and down her cheeks. I could feel her body trembling, but I also noticed something else. I could smell her sex. Her lips were swollen and they were definitely wet. My slave was aroused. I gently caressed her cheeks, making sure I touched her everywhere. When I drew my fingers down the crevice of her cheeks, I heard a moan. I continued sliding them down her slit until I reached her nub. As soon as touched her clit, I heard a gasp and her legs started to shake.   
  
I was having just as much trouble controlling myself as she was. My hands were shaking as much as her thighs. I was certain she was listening closely, so I made a big deal out of unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my pants. I dropped my trousers as well as my boxers. My cock was so hard it hurt. But I dare not touch it. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and now I was a naked as she was. I wanted her to be completely aware of everything around her, so I tossed my clothes off to the side where she could see them. Then stepping behind her and still caressing her cheeks, I pinched her. I heard a squeak and smiled.  
  
I waited for a few moments, knowing she knew right where I was. I grabbed her ass and held her roughly, with one hand. With the other I brought back the belt and smacked her trembling ass. I didn't hit her hard, but enough to sting. I heard her gasp and whisper, "One thank you Master."  
  
I did it again a little harder, this time leaving a light pink stripe across her cheeks.   
  
"Two, Ohhh Thank you Master." She gasped. I caressed her cheeks again but this time I stepped closer to her upturned ass.  
  
I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her now dripping pussy. For a second I had second thoughts, but those thoughts passed quickly. I slid my cock up and down her winking pussy, gathering her juices and coating my plum shaped head.   
  
Carrie was panting now, her breaths coming so fast I was afraid she would hyperventilate. I lined it up and pushed. I think we both moaned when I entered her. She was so tight and warm I thought I might lose it. I stopped when I was about halfway in. I wanted this to last. I held her there gently moving back and forth just savoring the moment I was taking her.   
  
I tried to fuck her in measured strokes, but that didn't happen. In seconds I was pounding her like a piston. Pushing as deep into her as I could. I tried to think of anything but her warm moist center, but I haven't been laid in a long time. I would have liked to say I lasted for a long time and I made her orgasm over and over, but that didn't happen either. I think we both came at the same time however. I screamed out and so did she. We collapsed to the bed, my cock still buried deep inside her as my body slowly recovered from an orgasm as intense as I could ever remember. I felt my cock soften and plop out. I rolled over on the bed and looked at her. She was panting and still shaking. She opened her eyes and looked at me.   
  
Her face a mixture of confusion and contentment.   
  
"Master?" She asked. "I...I...don't..."  
  
I put my finger to her lips. "Quiet, don't say a word." I said and closed my eyes. I wanted to savor the moment and not diminish it with words. We lay there for a long time before I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She looked at me and started to say something but I spoke first.  
  
"I hope you have learned your lesson. I expect you to remember this the next time Margaret speaks to you again." I said trying to keep a straight face. But that was impossible. I burst out laughing and a second later she did too.  
  
We lay there looking at each other, me satisfied, her confused and content. I knew that I should say or do something, but at the moment words failed me. I lay facing her my eyes locked on hers. I smiled and whispered, "You have questions?"  
  
Carrie nodded, but didn't speak. "Go ahead, ask." I said.  
  
"Master, I'm confused, I yelled at your neighbor, I pushed her out the door and told her off. I'm a slave. I have always been trained to do only as I'm told." She quietly said.  
  
I smiled and nodded, but didn't say a word. I wanted her to tell me what was going through her mind.  
  
"You... ordered me in here to punish me, but you took me instead. How is that punishment?"   
  
"Carrie, punishment comes in many forms. Sometimes it's pain, sometimes its denial, sometimes its pleasure. What you did was protect you and me. For that your punishment was for me to take you as mine. I wanted you to know that no matter what you do, you are mine. I could have spanked your ass or tied you up and tortured you, but instead I took you. Now the next time you stand up for yourself, you will be punished again. Maybe I'll take your ass next time." I explained.   
  
I knew what I said would only confuse her more, but what I hoped was if she was confronted again, she would stand up and surrender another part of herself to me. I wanted her to take charge of her life while surrendering to me a piece at a time.   
  
"Now what else do you want to say." I asked again.  
  
"Master, I'm afraid of your rules. I was never let out on my own by any of my owners. I can't remember out alone except when I escaped. I was so scared outside. I have for so long been told what to do I can't refuse any command. I'm sorry Master, I don't know if I can follow your rules."  
  
I sat up and looked at her. I don't think I realized how broken she was until that moment. This was a woman that had been totally broken. Her individuality had been destroyed. She was so dependent on her owners, she had been conditioned to not think but only to obey. I wondered if I was making it worse by what I was doing. I was looking at a grown up adult child.  
  
I didn't have an answer so I just leaned over and gave her a hug. I held her tight pulling her against me and caressing her back. We stayed like that for a long time. It wasn't until I heard her snore lightly that I tried to move away. But when I tried to slip out, her arms squeezed me tighter. I smiled, kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.  
  
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I rolled over and there she was, naked on her knees, holding a piping hot cup of coffee. I couldn't help but smile. I reached out and took the cup. "Thank you slave." I said and saw her face beam.  
  
"I have your shower ready Master, and breakfast will be done as soon as you get out." She gushed her face glowing.   
  
I think I'm starting to figure this Master thing out. Carrie needed structure, she wanted to be owned. But there was something else about her now. I think it was she wasn't being forced to serve, but doing it because she wanted to. For now that will have to do. Breaking her training would take time, I just hoped I was the man to fix her. I wasn't sure if I could, but I knew that I wanted to try.   
  
I smiled and stood and headed for the bathroom. "Get me out a pair of pants and shirt, and I want my eggs over easy." I said and closed the bathroom door behind me, my cock leading the way. I chuckled as I tried to think the last time I was so hard so often. Damn I could get used to this.   
  
The rest of the morning went well. I showered, dressed and ate breakfast. As I was heading for the door, Carrie was kneeling, still naked, her head bowed. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and opened the door. Just as I was leaving, she squeaked, "Master, what do I do?"  
  
I stopped and looked at her. I didn't know what to say. The apartment was immaculate, my laundry was done, and I didn't really have anything to keep her busy. I finally walked over to my computer and turned it on.  
  
"I want you to relax today. Surf the net and see if you can find some clothes you like." I said and walked out the door. I knew it wasn't enough but that was all I could think of. As I headed out to my car, I knew I needed help.  
  
Being an author on a popular erotic story site, I had made a few friends and fans. I decided to ask them for advice as I was in way over my head.  
  
I made it to work and immediately called Ron, a fellow author who helped me with several of my stories. For the next hour I told him everything that had happened from the time at the bar until this morning. I finished by describing how confused she was and how she told me she didn't think she would be able to obey my rules.  
  
The phone was quiet for a few moments. I waited and finally asked, "Well, what do you think?"  
  
"I think you're an asshole. You have no idea what you're doing. She's a fucking slave. For the last decade all she knows is to obey. She doesn't think of herself as a person. She thinks she's a possession, a slave to be owned. Did you think you could just give her vague rules and freedom and she would become a woman overnight?" Ron barked. "If you did you're not only an asshole but a stupid asshole."  
  
"This isn't some fantasy story you're writing, its real life. You have to remember, she only knows what a slave does. She can't think beyond that. And by giving her pleasure like you did, she will probably do it again to receive the same.  
  
She's scared and has no idea what to do. For the last ten years, TEN YEARS MARK, all she's been trained to do is obey. You just don't undo that in a day."  
  
I sat there with the phone against my ear my mind suddenly realizing what Ron was saying was true. I am a stupid asshole.  
  
"What do I do?" I asked.  
  
"Well I you have a couple choices and depending on what you choose could affect the rest of not only your life but hers. Right now she either needs intense counseling or a strong Master, who will take time to undo all the damage done for the last decade. And just so you know, your idea of fucking her last night only made things worse. I would be willing to bet she's at your apartment cowering in a corner crying and completely confused. You cannot give mixed messages to her. It's either punishment or reward. That's all she knows. You playing a punishing her with pleasure was something she has no idea what you were trying to tell her." Ron explained. I could hear it in his voice how stupid he thought I was.  
  
"I see," I answered, my mind finally realizing I had no idea of what I should do.  
  
"What are my choices?" I asked.  
  
"Well what you should do is take her to a hospital and let social services take over. They have professionals that might be able to help her. Although I don't know if they would. I mean they're already swamped with lots of other cases, and her being totally depended on government care she would probably be sent to a group home and minimal counseling." He said.  
  
"What is my other choice?" I was afraid of what that might he was about to say.  
  
"Your other choice would need you to make a lifelong commitment, or at least a long term commitment to be her Master. To take charge and slowly undo her training. All she knows it to obey. Didn't you tell me she spent years in a basement dungeon? Never leaving and only serving her Master? You need to take control and slowly train her to be a woman again. Hell she may never completely come back. She will always be a slave, but at least she would be able to function. It's all she knows." Ron finished.  
  
"Damn, what have I gotten myself into?" I asked no one. Just a few days ago, I was a divorced man, living a solitary life, writing erotic fantasies and working at a mundane job. Now I had a slave that I had no idea how to fix, let alone how to be the Master she needed.   
  
"Look, I'd be willing to bet she thinks you're going to sell her or abandon her. You need to make a decision before you make things worse. So my friend it's time to shit or get off the pot. I live across the country and I can't really help you but only offer advice. Do you have someone who can help if you decide to keep her?" He asked.  
  
"Well maybe, but it would be very uncomfortable to ask. I would have to expose my secret writing hobby and I'm not sure how that would go over." I answered.  
  
"All tough choices, but it all depends on what you feel about her. It's only been a few days and the longer you wait to make a decision it will only make it harder on her and you. So my friend the ball is definitely in your court. I have to go but call me when you decide." Ron answered and hung up.  
  
I sat at my desk, my head in my hands. Last night when I took her it touched me. When she was lying next to me afterwards I could see it in her eyes I was making a difference. I knew that if I gave her over to social services it would hurt her, and me. I knew that's what I should do, but something inside me was holding me back. I walked out of my office and into my manager's and asked for a few days off. I needed to get away and think.  
  
I walked out of my office and out to my car. I drove around aimlessly for about an hour and ended up at my local coffee shop. I sat down at my usual booth and stared out the window. I didn't even notice Sally sitting down on the other side of the table.  
  
"Hey how are you? You look like you've lost your best friend. What's up?" Sally asked.  
  
I looked at her and smiled a weak smile. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said. "I just need to think for a while."  
  
"Well you can see I'm not busy tell me." She said. "Does this have anything to do with the other day?"   
  
"Sally I'd love to tell you but I can't. It's nothing I can share." I answered."  
  
"Look, you can't say anything I haven't heard before. So spill it. I sat here and listened to you talk about your ex, your job and your relatives. So tell me." Sally said and looked me in the eyes.  
  
"I think it's safe to say you haven't heard this before." I said and blushed.  
  
"Wow blushing, this must be bad. Come on we've shared everything."  
  
I looked at her and knew I had to tell someone, and she had always been there for the last year. I took a deep breath and blurted out. "I have a slave."  
  
Sally looked at me like I was crazy. Her eyes went wide, and then she started to laugh. "Okay enough funny stuff, now tell me the truth."  
  
I laughed with her but then I started to explain about last week when I was at the conference. I told her about what happened at the bar, my hotel room, and finally about Carrie's mistress dumping her in my lap. By the time I stopped and looked at her, she just sat there with a blank look on her face.  
  
"So you're telling me you have a woman slave, in your apartment, right now?" She asked.  
  
"Yes, and I don't know what to do about it." I answered.  
  
"Fuck I guess I was wrong, I hadn't heard everything. What are you going to do?" Sally asked her face concentrating on my answer.  
  
"Well I don't know." I said and proceeded to explain the last couple days. I told her about the rules I set up, and Margaret barging in and me "punishing her by fucking her and what had happened afterwards. When I stopped I shrugged my shoulders and asked. "Do you have any ideas?"  
  
Sally looked at me for a long time before she spoke. I don't see you as a dominant or Master. Do you have any idea of what that means?"   
  
"Well yeah sort of. I've never told anyone this but I write erotic stories. I have posted dozens of stories online about non-consensual sex, BDSM relationships, and slavery stories. So yeah I have some idea." I answered.  
  
"Really, where do you post?" She asked.  
  
"I post to Literotica. But writing about it and actually living it is a lot different. I'm in over my head and Carrie is..." I tried to find the perfect word to describe her.  
  
"Mark, I know that site and I've read a lot of the stories. What have you posted?"  
  
I told her what I had posted and she gasped. I stopped and blushed. "You've read my stories?"  
  
"Yeah I have, but I would never have guessed it was you who wrote them. I love your work, I think of it as a guilty pleasure, but I just can't believe it was you who wrote those stories." She said and blushed.  
  
"Look, I never expected to have a real life slave, but she has been so abused I just can't abandon her. I don't think turning her over to social services is what she needs. Plus I grown attached to her. But she is so broken I don't know what to do."  
Sally sat back in her chair and looked at me for a minute, but before she could say something, a customer walked in the door. "I'll be right back, don't you dare go anywhere." She barked and walked behind the counter.  
  
I sat there not looking at anything. So much was going through my head, at that moment. I had just revealed my darkest secrets and sat the totally exposed. But I didn't move. I needed someone to talk to and I trusted Sally.  
  
It must have been fifteen minutes before she returned and sat down. She looked at me for a few minutes before she spoke again. "You need to make a decision, and you need to make it soon. You need to decide are you in this for the long haul, or do you cut bait. Until you make that decision you can't do anything else. If you decide to keep her, it's going to change both yours and her lives. You can't just walk away in a week, a month, or even a year. This is a long term commitment. It's a lifetime commitment. So what do you want?" She asked and looked at me.  
  
I sat there looking at her and spoke in just over a whisper. "I just can't turn her away. I've seen flashes of the real Carrie, and I want to see more. I just don't know how to undo all the damage. When I see her smile, or her face light up, or see the joy when I surprise her it gives me a feeling I've never felt before. I just can't give her away and walk. I guess I want to keep her." I said and realized I was talking about a human being like it was a piece of property.  
  
"I know that sounds bad, I don't own her. She's not a thing but a person, but if you're around her for any length of time, I don't think she realizes she is a person anymore." I finished.  
  
"If what you say is true, then she isn't a person any longer. She only knows to submit to her owner. I imagine she is scared out of her mind. Your rules only fed that fear. You need to take control, and slowly teach her how to be a woman again. Even then she may never completely recover. Do you know where to begin?" Sally asked.  
  
"I have no fucking idea." I honestly answered.  
  
Sally proceeded to drill me about Carrie. She asked all about her past, and how she acted. She wanted to know every detail about what had happened since I brought her home. I was so relieved to be able to open up to someone I talked and talked. I told her about the blowjob, me buying her a bed and clothes, her fixing me breakfast and how she told me about never being let out alone. By the time I finished I had been talking for almost two hours.   
  
Sally sat back and looked at me and finally said. "I need to close the shop. Take me home with you. I need to meet her."  
  
"I don't know about that. She might freak if I bring you home. I think she might think I'm selling her." I said.  
  
"Well that's the first test. You will need to take control. Do you think you can do that?"  
  
"I guess, I mean I've written about it. I think I can." I stuttered.   
  
"No that's not good enough. If you want to help her, you have to be her Master. She needs to be able to trust you, and know that you will protect her, and look out for her. Now can you do it? If you can't then tomorrow you take her to get some professional help." Sally said, her voice firm and her eyes never leaving mind.  
  
I sat there thinking about what she said. I knew she was right, but I wasn't sure I could do it. I looked at her, took a breath and said, "I can do it. I want to do it. She deserves it. Close up and lets go." I said firmly.  
  
"Good, that's exactly how you need to be, firm and strong. You need to let her know that you are strong and demand she obey. If you can do that, then maybe you might be able to help her. But don't expect it to come quickly. It's going to take time to undo her training." Sally said her face softening a bit.  
  
I smiled and looked at her. "I talked to another author I talk to online and he said the same thing. Why is it that everyone can see this be me?"  
  
"Because you are too close and is blinded by her." Sally said and got up. For the next half hour she buzzed around the shop, cleaning and closing. Finally she walked up to me and said, "Let's go."  
  
Sally and I pulled into my parking spot outside my building. I turned off the car and looked at Sally. I started to say something but she spoke first.  
  
"Look, when we walk in, she's going to be confused and scared. But if she's been trained like you said, she probably won't show it. I want you to take over. Order her to kneel if she isn't already. Talk to me not her. Have her serve us, but nothing for her. We need to go sit and talk ignoring her not include her at all. If we run out of things to say, send her to the kitchen to fix dinner or something. Got it?" Sally asked.  
  
I nodded and opened my door. We got out and headed for the elevator. I was nervous as hell. Sally and I had never gone out before, and now she was coming to my apartment to see my slave. What the fuck have I got myself into? I asked myself.  
  
We got to my floor and there was no sign of my nosey neighbor. At least that was in my favor. I grabbed the knob and hesitated. Sally leaned in to me and whispered.   
  
"You can do this. Relax and take charge."  
  
I nodded and opened my door. As usual Carrie was naked and kneeling on the floor just out of sight. I noticed a small smile when she saw me, but it quickly disappeared as soon as she saw Sally. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor.  
  
"SLAVE, GO GET US A GLASS OF WINE." I BARKED.  
  
Carrie jumped up and rushed to the kitchen. I looked at Sally and she nodded and smiled. "Keep it up." She whispered.  
  
I pointed at the couch and we walked over and sat down. Carrie returned with two glasses of white wine, knelt in front of us and held out the glasses. As soon as we took them from her she spread her legs wide and placed her arms behind her, pushing out her bare breasts. Carrie never looked up but kept her eyes to the floor.   
  
"So this is the slave?" Sally said her voice emotionless. Before I could answer, she leaned forward and grabbed Carrie's chin. She pulled it up to look her in the eyes.   
  
"Not much to look at is she?"  
  
"She grows on you after a while," I answered.  
  
"Have you explored her training?" Sally asked.  
  
"N-No," I stuttered, "We're still working things out." I explained. I hated I sounded like an idiot but it was the truth.  
  
"Slave, show me your positions!" Sally demanded.  
  
"Yes Mistress." Carrie said and quickly pulled her hands behind her head. "Present." She said.  
  
"Go ahead." Sally growled.  
  
Carrie then rolled over, put her head on the floor, her arms straight out above her head, her ass up in the air and her legs spread. "Surrender." She spoke again.  
  
"Continue."  
  
Carrie went from pose to pose, always calling out the pose. She must have demonstrated ten poses. By the time she finished her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.  
  
Sally smiled and started to grill Carrie on all the poses, calling out each one and Carrie jumping from pose to pose. I wanted to stop her, but when I looked at her she shook her head. Finally she barked, "Present" and looked at me.  
  
"She seems to be well trained. Have you given it the rules yet?" Sally asked me. I knew she already knew I did, but I answered anyways. "Yes, they're on the fridge."  
  
"Slave go get your rules." Sally barked.   
  
Carrie jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She came back, handed Sally the rules and returned to the required position.  
  
Sally made a big deal of reading the rules, grunting a couple of times and laughing at other. I looked at Carrie and could see the fear in her eyes. I wanted to calm her and tell her not to worry. But Sally had told me to not say anything.  
  
Sally finally finished reading and looked at me. She glanced back a Carrie, and growled. "These won't do." As she tore up the paper. "Slave, go fix dinner and it better be good. I'm hungry."  
  
Carrie quickly got up and rushed back to the kitchen once again. Sally waited for a couple of minutes before she quietly said to me. "You need to come up with new rules. More restrictive, with you as her Master. They can't be general, but specific. Also each day give her a list of things to do or restrain her. It's doesn't matter which, but you need to be in charge."   
  
I nodded and then asked, "Can you help?"  
  
"You are truly lost aren't you?" She laughed. "Yes before I leave we will have new rules for her."  
  
We sat there a talked for a while as Carrie worked diligently in the kitchen. It was about twenty minutes later when Cassie walked in to the living room and stood waiting to be recognized.  
  
I looked at Sally and she shook her head slightly. We talked for almost a minute before she shifted her eyes towards Carrie.  
  
I understood and looked at Carrie. "What is it slave?" I asked. My voice strong but not angry.  
  
"Master, dinner is ready." She said and lowered her head.  
  
"Yes slave we will be in when we're ready." I said and looked back at Sally. I noticed Carrie slipping back to the kitchen. Sally smiled at me and whispered. "Good, now don't have her eat with us. Have her kneel beside you, or off to the side."  
  
I nodded and we stood and walked to the kitchen. I was surprised when we entered. I don't know where she found everything but the table was set with napkins, a bottle of wine was opened and a bowl of spaghetti was in the middle of the table with garlic bread off to the side.  
  
Sally looked at the table and turned to me. "You need to take her grocery shopping if I'm going to be eating here." She laughed.   
  
We laughed and sat down. Carrie stood off to the side waiting to be told what to do. I looked at her and growled. "Present slave." And watched as she dropped to her knees and in position.  
  
Sally and I ate and talked for the next thirty minutes not even acknowledging Carrie's presence. When we finished Sally looked at Carrie and said, "Slave you may serve desert."  
  
I looked at Carrie and saw the fear in her face. "M-M-Mistress, I didn't prepare a desert." She stuttered her voice cracking.  
  
"That's unacceptable, you will be punished."  
  
"B-B-But Mistress, there's nothing to fix." Carrie exclaimed.  
  
"SILENCE!" Sally yelled. "And that's two punishments. I don't want excuses."   
  
"Yes Mistress." Carrie groaned.  
  
I watched it all, but mostly I watched Carrie. At first I saw fear, but her expression changed. It almost looked like she was relieved. I didn't quite understand but decided to take charge.  
  
"To your room slave." I demanded and watched as Carrie scurried to her room and shut the door.  
  
"What just happened?" I asked Sally.  
  
"You haven't disciplined her yet. So far you have accepted everything she has done as acceptable. She needs discipline even if it's unfair. She is used to being punished and needs it. Now don't screw it up and pussy out. Go in there and spank her ass and do a good job. She needs to know you are the Master. Do you have any tools? A paddle, flogger, crop?" Sally asked.  
  
"No not really, I have a belt and probably could come up with something." I answered.  
  
"That will have to do, but be careful with the belt, but don't be easy either. She needs to know who's in charge." Sally finished and stood up. I smiled and did the same. I looked at Sally to see if she was going to follow me in but she shook her head no.  
  
"You need to do this and not with me there. She needs to know it's you who is in charge not me. But when you bring her back out I want to see her ass striped." Sally said quietly.  
  
I nodded and walked in Carrie's room. Carrie was on her bed in the surrender position. Her ass in the air, her head on the bed and arms extended in front of her. I slowly pulled my belt from my pants and walked up to her. I touched her ass and felt her jump. She was trembling and I heard a moan come from her.   
  
"Slave, you embarrassed me in front of my guest. That is not acceptable." I said and drew back my arm. I think I was shaking more than she was as I brought my arm down smacking her ass with the belt. The sound of leather hitting skin made me jump as it echoed off the walls.   
  
"ONE, THANK YOU MASTER. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?" I heard her cry.  
  
I had written this exact scene numerous times in just about all of my stories. But to be actually beating a slave is very different than what I expected. I first felt guilty. I mean she really didn't do anything, but I knew this was necessary. I brought my hand back again and swung harder.  
  
"AAAAGGGHHHAAA, TWO, THANK YOU MASTER. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?" Carrie yelled again only this time a lot more strained.  
  
I continued to spank her ass and she continued to count. By the time I got to ten, I couldn't take anymore. Carrie was crying, hard, her chest heaving and her ass covered with red stripes. I wanted to grab her and apologize and soothe her but knew that wasn't what needed to happen.   
  
"Get up slave and wash your face. Then go clean up the dinner dishes." I barked and walked out of her room.  
  
Sally was waiting on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. "Well?" She asked.  
  
"I did it but I didn't like it." I answered.  
  
"Well lets see what she looks like when she comes out." She said and looked at the door as Carrie walked out. Her face was red and her eyes were bloodshot. She didn't say a word but went to work cleaning the kitchen. Sally watched closely and smiled when she saw Carrie's ass.  
  
"Good, you did what was needed. Now let's work on her new rules."  
  
Sally and I sat in the living room and made out a list of rules. There weren't many as Sally said my daily rules would keep her busy. Carrie finished the kitchen and knelt just inside living room and remained silent.  
  
Sally handed me the sheet and I called Carrie over to kneel in front of me.  
  
"Slave, I heard what you said to me earlier today. So to eliminate any confusion here are your new rules.  
  
1\. I am your Master and you will obey me.  
  
2\. You will wear only what I tell you.  
  
3\. You will ask for permission for anything.  
  
4\. Each morning I will assign tasks for you to complete each day.  
  
5\. When you have finished your daily tasks, you will go to your room and wait for me to return.  
  
6\. You are to prepare all meals, and clean the apartment  
  
7\. When you need something you will write it down for me to review each day.  
  
8\. If you fail a task or break a rule you will be punished.  
  
9\. You will not answer the door for any reason.  
  
Memorize these rules as I will ask for you to repeat them on demand." I finished and handed her the paper. Carrie looked at me and I swear I could see relief in her eyes.   
  
"Now go to your room and I will call you if I need you." I demanded and turned to look at Sally  
  
I could see out of the corner of my eye Carrie stand and walk towards her door. I smiled as I watched, her hips swaying and I could swear I saw a bounce in her step.  
  
As soon as the door closed I looked at Sally and said, "Did you see that?"  
  
"Yes I did. You just gave her what she needed. She is happy and feels secure. Now tomorrow make sure you give her tasks to complete." Sally gushed. I looked at her closely and I could see her blush. I actually think she was aroused.  
  
Sally left a few minutes later and I stood there in the living room in shock. I never expected the evening to end up like it did. But I realized I learned a lot. I walked to Carrie's room, opened the door and said, "Slave, you will sleep at the foot of my bed. Tomorrow I want my morning coffee ready when I awaken." I turned and walked to my room. By the time I was ready for bed, Carrie was already settling down on the floor. I looked at her and could see a small smile as she lay down.


	Accidental Master Ch. 06

_Greetings all, sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. It has been a rough few months. I am writing again and have been working on a few other projects. I lost my motivation to continue this story. However, I obviously got it back at least for now. As I have said before, this story is a departure from my usual work. So just be aware of that if you're just starting to read it. I would suggest you start at the beginning if you want it to make sense. I would appreciate if you would vote and comment however, that is the only way I know if you like or don't like it.  
  
I do need to make the usual disclaimer however, there is no one in this series under the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it.  
  
Sadkins116 _  
  
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The next morning I woke with my alarm. I opened my eyes and there was my slave, kneeling beside my bed with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She held out the cup, and as soon I took it, she quickly jumped up and rushed out of my room. I sat on the side of my bed and smiled. Yes, she did the same thing she had done ever since she got here. However today was different. She had purpose, focus, and as I had watched her leave the room with a bounce in her step. I shook my head and headed for the shower.   
  
I walked into the bathroom and chuckled. Carrie was bending over the tub, her naked ass pointed right at me. I wanted to walk over and shove my cock deep inside her center. But I knew I couldn't. I watched her as she worked to make sure the temperature was perfect before she stood and gasped when she saw me.   
  
"Is it ready slave?" I demanded.  
  
"Yes master," She answered her lips curling into a slight smile.   
  
"I want my tan cargo pants and the blue button up shirt on my bed when I get out." I instructed.   
  
"Yes Master." She answered again and started to leave.   
  
"Also, I want an egg sandwich with cheese this morning." I barked as I climbed into the shower.  
  
"Yes Master." She almost gushed and she rushed by.  
  
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of my bedroom dressed. I sat at the table with Carrie kneeling beside me, her arms behind her.   
  
"What is rule one slave?" I asked.  
  
"You are my Master and this slave will obey you." She answered quickly without hesitation.  
  
"Tell me the rest of your rules." I said trying to be as stern as possible.  
  
1.I will wear only what I you allow.  
  
2.I will ask for permission for anything.  
  
3.Each morning you will assign tasks for your slave to complete each day."  
  
Carrie listed each rule one after the other until she had recited each one. When she finished, she looked at my feet and licked her lips.  
  
"Good slave." I said and could have sworn her whole body trembled. I smiled despite myself and looked down at her. "Go get me a pen and paper." I demanded as I ate my sandwich.  
  
Carrie jumped up and hurried to my desk. She brought back a pad of paper and a pen and sat it on the table in front of me. She stepped back and dropped to her knees again. I sat there finishing my breakfast and started to write her tasks for the day.  
  
"Do you know how to cook" I asked.  
  
"Oh, yes Master. My mother taught me how to cook." She gushed in spite of herself.  
  
By the time, I finished I had four tasks on the pad.  
  
1.You will inventory the kitchen.   
  
2.You will prepare a list of everything you need to prepare meals for the next week.  
  
3.You will inventory all the cleaning supplies and list what you need to keep the place clean.  
  
4.You will list all personal items you need, including make-up, shampoo, razors, and feminine products.  
  
"When you finish your tasks, you will go to your room and stay there until you need to start dinner. Have it ready at 5:30 and plan on two guests." I pulled the page off the pad and placed it on the table. Carrie didn't move but stayed in position. I turned and faced her, I marveled at her beauty. Her hair was perfect. Her body was glowing, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. If I didn't know better, I think she was happy.  
  
"I'll be gone for most of the day. I expect you to be kneeling near the door when I arrive. Make sure you are naked." I finished and I stood to leave. Just as I was walking out the door, I glanced behind me and saw her jump up and grab the list. Smiling I walked out and shut the door.  
  
Sally and I had decided to meet this morning to figure out what to do next with my slave. I drove to her apartment and knocked.  
  
Sally opened the door and smiled. "Well how did things go after I left?" She asked as she stepped back and let me in.  
  
"It went okay, I think? I had her sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. I told her to have a cup of coffee for me when I woke. She was perfect. The coffee was fresh and hot and ready as soon as I woke." I answered.  
  
We walked into her living room and sat down. I looked at her and noticed that she looked especially hot today. She was wearing a white flowered skirt that extended to mid-thigh and tank top; her hair was cascading down over her shoulders and down her back. Granted I'd only seen her in her waitress uniform, and I wondered if this is how she normally dressed. For the first time ever, I looked at her as a woman. A very attractive woman at that. Always before, she was just Sally the waitress at my coffee shop. I had never considered her as a woman but just a friend. Carrie was already changing my life.  
  
"Well what is she doing today? What tasks did you assign her?" Sally asked her eyes twinkling and her face a little flushed.  
  
I explained what I had done and waited for her to respond.   
  
"Well done that's perfect. It should keep her busy for a few hours. I like it that you sent her to her room when she finished. It gives her structure and purpose. I am anxious to see what how she does. Remember even if she does everything perfect, you will have to discipline her." Sally explained and I noticed her body flush even more. I wondered about her secret desires and if being around a slave was exciting her.  
  
"Well what's on tap for today?" I asked.  
  
"Well I assume you have nothing to use on a slave. I think a trip to an adult emporium is in order. Plus, we need to get her more clothes. I can help with that." She answered her voice filled with excitement.   
  
We sat there drinking a coffee and talked. At first it was small talk as we both felt each other out. Trust me when you're thrown together because of a slave, conversations are a bit awkward.   
  
We left her apartment about five minutes later and headed for the mall. Sally suggested we start there instead of the adult emporium. I figured it was bad enough for her to go in there but at nine o'clock in the morning was just too early.  
  
All the way there, Sally was talking non-stop. I'm guessing she was as nervous as I was. She rattled on about everything in general until I stopped her with a question.  
  
"Are you a dominate or submissive?"  
  
I glanced at her as she turned bright red. I obviously took her by surprise with my question.   
  
"I'm not sure," she whispered, "I read a lot of BDSM stories, mostly about women in bondage or forced into slavery." She answered and looked at me.   
  
I kept my face a neutral as possible but my body was rapidly getting excited. I tried to calm my manhood down, but it wasn't working. It was growing rapidly. I didn't say anything but waited for her to continue.  
  
"I guess you could call me a switch. I mean I haven't experienced anything really. Other than a couple boyfriends tied me up a couple times and once I spanked a date. I enjoyed it both ways. I do watch for you to post new stories though. You do have talent even if some of your stories get a bit brutal." She finished and sighed.  
  
"So, what about Carrie? Does she excite you? I would never have expected you to want to get involved in anything like this." I queried.  
  
Sally sat there for a few moments. I could see her thinking about her answer. I waited, wondering what she might say.  
  
"I-I-I don't know how I feel about her. One moment I want to pull her away from everything, the next I want to pull her over my knee and spank her ass." She whispered.  
  
"Is that all?" I asked. I sensed that there was more lurking below the surface.  
  
"No." She moaned. "Another part of me wants to rip off my clothes and kneel down beside her." She gushed her voice filled with lust.  
  
I almost rear ended a car when I heard that. We both gasped as I slammed on the brakes. As soon as the car stopped, we both broke out laughing. That seemed to break all the tension as we both relaxed.  
  
"Well let's just get through today and see what happens." I suggested, my mind already picturing her naked and kneeling beside Carrie.  
  
"Don't get your hopes up Mark, I'm not about to submit to a rookie like you. If I'm going to submit, I want someone who knows what he or she's doing." She laughed and punched me in the arm. We didn't say much more as we continued to the mall.  
  
Sally and I walked into the mall and I stopped. "Well what do you think?" I asked.   
  
"Just follow me and I'll take care of everything." She gushed. "How much can I spend?" She continued.  
  
"I'm not rich but would a couple hundred be enough?" I answered.  
  
"I'll make it work," she answered and took off down the corridor. I quickly followed as Sally went from store to store, buying dresses, leggings, bras and panties. I did notice that those were sexy. Then it was to a discount shoe store. She had already spent most of what I had told her but Sally wouldn't be denied and explained, "A girl needs shoes and not slut heels, well maybe one pair." And laughed.   
  
It was pretty boring for me, but Sally had fun. By the time, we finished at the mall it was already just after noon. We stopped by a local pub to have lunch. We sat in a booth towards the back and I ordered a beer, she had a lemonade. From the time we talked this morning in the car, my mind was fixated on what Sally admitted to me. I wanted to know more.  
  
"Sally, I'm very curious about what you said this morning. You said you have very little experience with slaves and how to treat them, but you also said you haven't personally experienced it. Which is it? You really seemed to know what you were doing yesterday." I asked as I stared directly into her eyes. I watched as she blushed down her neck and she looked around the bar nervously.  
  
"I-I-I haven't been totally honest with you." She answered. "I have had more than what I said, on both sides. In college, during my sophomore year, I met a guy who swept me off my feet. He was everything I wanted in a man. I loved him deeply. I only had sex with a couple guys before that, and sex with him was amazing. He did things to me that blew my mind. The longer we were together the more he opened my mind. What I didn't realize was he was training me. By the time, I realized what was happening, I was his live in submissive. Now don't get me wrong, I guess I knew what he was doing, but as it turned out he didn't want a wife. He wanted a slave to serve him however he wished.   
  
I sat there is shock at what I was hearing. You would never know she had gone through anything like this now. "What happened? How did it end?" I asked.  
  
"Well I guess it was when he brought home another woman. I was shocked and when I complained, he tied me up and punished me. Now he had punished me before. Usually spankings and some nipple torture, things like that. He had even shackled my hands above my head and used a flogger on me. But this was on a different level. For the next day he whipped my ass, my pussy, my tits, and forced me to service him and the woman. By the time the weekend ended, I was broken and was obeying his every command." She explained.  
  
The next day, Monday, the woman left and I was left alone with him. I wanted to tell him how much I hated everything that had happened, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he gagged me." She stopped and grabbed her napkin and wiped her eyes.  
  
The next two weeks were probably the hardest two weeks in my life. He kept me in a constant state of extreme arousal or extreme pain. By the time it was over, I was almost out of my mind. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes and I was constantly in some form of bondage. At the end of the two weeks, the woman returned for another weekend. This time I offered no resistance and did exactly as I was told." She finished.  
  
"Wow I'm surprised you are here with me and helping me learn to be her master." I said.  
  
Sally sat there for several minutes. She appeared to be in deep thought. I think I was waiting for her to answer, but it might have been because I was afraid I had opened old wounds.  
  
Finally, Sally looked at me and, in a voice, barely over a whisper said, "I know I said it was the worst two weeks of my life, but it was also the best."   
  
My mouth dropped as I heard her comment. I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond, so I sat there silent.   
  
"I can't explain why, but sometime during those two god awful weeks, the pain and pleasure merged into one unexplainable happening. One minute I was begging for him to stop, the next I was begging him to do it harder. I began to crave his attention, to please him in any way he desired. I needed to feel his praise one minute, and his whip the next." She stopped and started to cry softly.  
  
I reached out and held her hand. We sat there for a few minutes until the food arrived. We ate in silence as both of us were digesting what had just happened. When we finished and the waitress took our dishes, Sally looked at me and smiled. "So, I guess we're even now. You told me your secret life as an owner of a slave and porn writer, and I told you how I was a slave." She said and grabbed my hand again and squeezed.   
  
I smiled back and pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand. "We all need friends we can share secrets with. I'm glad it's you."  
  
We got up to leave but I wanted to find out the rest of her story. She said she had experience from both sides. I wonder what that was but didn't ask. I figured if she wanted me to know she would tell me.  
  
The ride to the adult emporium was short, barely ten minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and looked at Sally.  
  
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.  
  
"She burst out laughing and answered. "I'm more than ready, are you?" As she opened her door and bounced out of my car. I was dumbfounded at her recovery. Just a few minutes ago, I could have sworn she was reliving a very traumatic even from her past, and now she was acting like a kid going into a candy store. She is an amazing and very confusing woman. I opened my door and followed behind.   
  
It had been years since I was last in such and establishment. The last time it was poorly lit, dirty and all manner of lowlifes milling about. This time it was bright, clean and although there were a few men who looked the part of perverts, there were also a few couples looking over things a laughing. Sally smiled, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close to her and kissed me. I stood there surprised, but opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue. We kissed for a few moments and as she pulled away, she laughed, "let's have some fun and find some toys to play with your new slave."  
  
I relaxed immediately and smiled. Soon we were walking the aisles and laughing like the other couples. We must have spent an hour roaming the store, with Sally explaining everything I would need to bind, tease, and punish Carrie. As we walked up to each display, she would tell me the differences of each device and how it could be used. She was open about which ones were more effective and which ones were a waste of money. By the time we left, my bank account was a few hundred dollars lighter. We walked out of the store and I glanced at my watch. It was only three o'clock and I didn't want to get home too early, so I suggested we stop and have a drink before we went back to my place.  
  
Sally agreed and said something I didn't expect. "That's a good idea. I need to tell you more about my experiences." As she bounced across the parking lot and jumped into my car. I stood there for a few seconds and wondered who this woman was, it who only a day or so ago was just a friend. I couldn't help but watch her ass as it wiggled with every step. Once again, my cock responded and I slid my hand down to make it less obvious.  
  
We drove back to our side of town and I asked her if she wanted to pick up her car. She smiled at me and said, "Who says I'm going home?" As she gave me a huge smile. I smiled and headed for my favorite local pub to have a couple drinks and hear the rest of her story.  
  
It was about a half an hour until we pulled into the pub's parking lot. We had talked all the way there about everything we had purchased and what Sally was planning. I listened a lot as she rattled on and on about how I was to first train and then un-train my slave. We found a booth off to the side away from any other customers and where we could talk without anyone hearing us.  
  
I sat facing the front door of the pub, Sally was facing the back wall. The waitress stopped by and asked what we would like to drink. I ordered a beer; she ordered a glass of white wine. She waited until she left and looked around before she spoke.  
  
"I'm guessing you have a few questions." She started, but before I could say anything, she continued.  
  
"Let me tell you more and maybe then your questions will be answered. I eventually managed to break away from him. It was the most difficult thing I had ever done. He and the woman used me for over a month. The longer I was there the deeper I slid under his control. Deep down I was craving every moment, but something from somewhere inside my mind knew this wasn't how I wanted to live my life. The only thing that saved me was when they went away for a weekend, leaving me naked in the apartment. The first day I did as ordered, but as time passed, the mental bonds holding me there lessened. On Sunday I made a decision, I took one of his shirts, grabbed some money he had stashed and left. I made it back to my dorm room, packed my clothes and went home. I closed my cell and email accounts and never looked back. I changed colleges and started my sophomore year over and moved into one of the dorms."  
  
I sat there listening and I wanted to ask about her other experiences but didn't. I knew I needed her to tell me in her own way. Our drinks arrived and the waitress walked away before she continued.  
  
"I was determined not to get myself into another submissive relationship again. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get out the next time. I stayed away from all men remembering at how I was seduced before. I wasn't sure if I could hide my submissive nature. The only thing that made the new school tolerable was my roommate. She was younger than me, a freshman. We both were late registering and were thrown together at the last minute. Our room was on the third floor and the end of a long corridor. There was a storage room right next to ours and the back wall of the dorm on the other. We were basically isolated from the rest of the floor." She continued.  
  
"I know that's probably too much detail, but I'm telling you this as it comes back to my mind. Anyways, Julie, was very pretty, blond, petite, and totally naive. We did almost everything together other than classes. We ate together, went out together, and exercised together. She was just what I needed at the time and I grabbed on to her and didn't let her go. It was about a month into the year when I noticed that she was following my lead. I was deciding on what we would do. I set our study schedule, where we ate, what we watched and where we went whenever we went out. That was when I recognized this was exactly what happened before. I was Julie!" Sally stopped and I thought I saw her body shiver. I know I saw her flush. She closed her eyes and her hands were clenched in front of her. I wanted to say something but I was afraid I would say the wrong thing so I didn't, but watched her body language closely.   
"I don't know why, but I wanted to see if she was like me. I mean I wasn't into women per se, but the more I thought about having a live-in slave the hotter it sounded. I remembered how I was manipulated into my slavery and started to do the same to her. Now I know what you think. How could anyone be manipulated into slavery, but it's easier than you think. Julie was already alone except for me. She was very shy and I was her only friend at school. Her family, well her mother, her dad left them a long time ago, lived three times zones away. She rarely spoke to her and mainly communicated via emails and social media. I decided to see if I could take more control over her. I started slowly, suggesting what she should wear. At first, she didn't always do as I suggested. But when she didn't, I would cut her off and not speak to her or go out without her. It didn't take long before she was dressing exactly the way I demanded. I didn't dress her to extreme, but after a week or so, she never wore pants, at all."  
  
Sally stopped and took a deep breath. "My next step was after she borrowed something of mine without asking, I got really mad at her. I cut her off from everything. When she apologized over and over, I told her I would forgive her if we set up some rules for her to obey. She agreed immediately and pledged to make it up to me. I remember smiling as this was exactly what had happened to me." Sally stopped and looked at me. I think she was trying to read my expression to see if I was about to leave.   
  
I smiled at her as I reached out and held her hands. "It's okay, I know this is difficult for you." I said. She visibly relaxed and started again.  
  
"I actually still had a copy of my original list of rules stored on my computer. I'm not sure why I kept them but I did. I opened my computer and pulled them up. I looked them over and made a few adjustments before I turned the display around to show Julie. I remember sitting there wondering if this is where she tells me to fuck off and I was a pervert or something. But that didn't happen. She blushed down her chest and her nipples practically jumped out of her top. The more she read the redder she got. I could almost see myself in her as she read the rules." Sally stopped and took another deep breath.  
  
I took this opportunity to ask, "What were the rules?"  
  
"Well I won't go into all of them but here goes."  
  
You will obey me.  
  
You will wear only what I tell you.  
  
You will ask for permission before you do anything.  
  
You will always kneel when in my presence.  
  
Failure to follow the rules means a punishment.  
  
"There were a few more but I'm sure you can use your imagination. She was sitting on her bed as she finished reading the rules. She looked up at me, sitting in my chair and slowly dropped to her knees. I swear I almost climaxed as soon as her knees touched the floor. Mark, I have never felt anything like that before. I remembered when I did the exact same thing and I remembered what was going on in my mind and body. I wanted to grab her by the ears and shove her face between my legs and take possession of her. It was all I could do to remember what my Master did next." Sally stopped again as our waitress walked up to our table and asked if we wanted another drink. We both welcomed the break and ordered again. We took a break and Sally went to the restroom. I sat there willing my rock-hard cock to go down. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up and embarrass both her and me.  
  
By the time our drinks arrived, Sally sat down opposite me. I smiled but it was my turn to flush. She had removed her bra while she was away. Her tight top, gave me a perfect view of her nipples and perfect tits. Any thought of my cock going down was gone forever.  
  
Sally must have been looking at my eyes as they were locked on her tits and giggled. "Hey, my eyes are up here." She laughed.  
  
"Anyways, I restrained from taking her, remembering how I was sucked into submission. I knew I had to make her want give in to me, to let me control her. I smiled at her and said, "Good Girl." I swear I think she came at that moment and I knew I had her. The next few weeks I pushed her more and more. By the end of the month, she was naked whenever she was in our room. Each night she would massage my feet, doing my laundry, and generally serving as my maid. I didn't do anything sexual until I caught her masturbating one day when I came home early from class. I spanked her ass for the first time and demanded she edge several times a day. I enforced it by telling her my computer was recording her every movement when she was in the room. I didn't of course, but she didn't know it. It took about a week before she broke and begged me to let her cum. That was the day she became my slave." Sally finished and sat back against the back of the bench.  
  
I was unable to speak for a few moments. I was so aroused I wanted to grab her, throw her across the table and shove my cock deep inside her. I took a few breaths to compose myself before I asked.  
  
"How long was she your slave?"  
  
It lasted until I graduated. It was an amazing experience. I loved her so much, but I knew it had to end. She was so submissive and accepted her slavery. It was hard on both of us to break it off. But we both knew it had to end. I heard from her a year or so ago and learned she found another mistress and thanked me for all my help. She said I was the perfect person to show her what she really was." Sally smiled at me and added, "You see, not all D/s relationships are negative. I still love her and think of her often."  
  
"Is that why you wanted to meet Carrie?" I asked.  
  
"Yes." She answered quietly.  
  
"Do you want her?"  
  
"I don't know what I want. I do know I don't want you to fuck it up. But is it her I want, maybe? Maybe I want it all." She answered and blushed.  
  
We sat there finishing our drinks. Both of us in deep thought. I couldn't take my mind off her last statement. What did she mean by wanting it all?"  
  
We left a few minutes before five o'clock and headed for my apartment. I wasn't sure what I would find. When we walked up to the elevator and I stopped and looked at Sally. "I'm not sure what we will find upstairs." I said.  
  
"It doesn't matter what you find. Either she did as you demanded or not. Regardless, you will need to take charge. I want you to find some fault with what she has done. She needs to be punished so she respects you as her Master. So, no matter how well she did, find some fault." Sally flatly said and pushed the button to call the elevator.  
  
We walked up to my door and I unlocked it. I hesitated for a second or so before I turned the knob and opened the door. The first thing I noticed was Carrie was just out of sight, on her knees and naked. Behind her was the dining room table. It was set with a table cloth, plates and flatware. I could smell something cooking and it smelled really good. I turned to Sally, mainly to keep Carrie from seeing the smile on my face, before I turned to Carrie and barked. "Did you complete your tasks for the day slave?"  
  
Oh yes Master," She gushed. I could see she was having trouble keeping her emotions in check.  
  
"Show me." I growled.  
  
Carrie jumped up and ran to my desk. She grabbed the pad of paper and scurried to me. She dropped to her knees and held out the pad. I looked at it and was very impressed. The list of items was extensive. The grocery list was almost two pages long. The cleaning supply list was much shorter but after a closer look it was pretty thorough. I turned to the third page and only found about a dozen items. What surprised me was there wasn't any makeup. I wondered if it had been so long since she wore makeup, she didn't even think of it.  
  
"When is dinner and what did you fix?" I asked my voice softening in spite of my best efforts.  
  
"It's ready anytime you are Master." She gushed. I could see her flush and her breathing coming in short pants.  
  
"Well?" I demanded.  
  
"Master, I made a tuna noodle casserole and garlic bread. I'm sorry Master, there's not much here to fix. I did the best I could." She pleaded. I could tell she was nervous she had disappointed me.  
  
I looked at her and spat, "I am pleased with some of your lists. However, your personal list of items is incomplete. If and when I take you out you are to look your best. I don't see any makeup. You will be punished for the omission. It depends on your cooking if we add more." I spat.  
  
I grabbed Sally's hand and led her to the table. I held her chair acting the perfect gentleman as we sat down. Carrie jumped up and hurried to the kitchen and a few minutes later, she brought out a small garden salad. Beside it she placed a carafe of a homemade dressing. I was impressed as I didn't know we had enough things to fix either. Carrie stood off to the side and waited until we finished our salads before she cleared the dishes. As soon as she left the room to the kitchen both Sally and I gasped. The salad and especially the dressing were very good. A few moments later, Carrie returned, her hands with pot holders holding a casserole dish and placed it on the table.  
  
"Would you like me to serve you Master?" She asked her voice showing her excitement. I nodded and she walked around the table to Sally. "Please Mistress, tell me when to stop."   
  
Carrie ladled out a couple spoonful's before Sally stopped her. Carrie then served me. Again, Carrie stood off to the side and waited. Sally and I looked at each other as the smell wafted from our plates. I have had tuna noodle casserole before, but this was in another league from anything I had ever tasted. For the next few minutes, we both ate. I wanted to complain but that was impossible.   
  
I looked at Sally and smiled. She smiled back as I turned to Carrie. "Good Girl." I said and smiled. I noticed her knees almost buckled as she flushed to her waist. "Oh thank you Master." She gushed.  
  
"Don't get too excited slave. I wasn't happy with all your lists." I barked putting a stern look on my face. I really wanted to rush over and give her a hug, but Sally had wanted me to refrain from showing any affection.  
  
"Clear the table and clean the kitchen. Then report to the living room and we will discuss your punishment." I said my voice strong. Sally and I stood and walked out of the room and to the couch.  
  
Carrie quickly cleared the table and went into the kitchen. We could hear her clanking dishes and for a second, I thought I heard her sing.  
  
Sally and I sat there not talking for a few moments when Sally said. "That was probably the best casserole I've ever had." She gushed.  
  
"I know I didn't think I had anything to fix. I haven't been to the store for a while. What should I do next? I asked her.  
  
"Well we have lots of things we can use in the car. How about while she cleans you go bring them up and then decide." She suggested. I nodded and headed for the door. I returned a few minutes later and Sally and I emptied the bags and placed everything neatly on the coffee table. Sally suggested we show the slave everything we bought. She would already know that it all would be used on her.  
  
We sat there checking out all the sexual devices we bought. There were paddles, crops, cuffs, clips, plugs, blindfolds, and gags. I held back the vibrators and dildos, not wanting her to see those just yet. By the time everything was unwrapped, Carrie walked into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks. I looked at her as she stared at the table. I wondered what was going through her mind as she knelt on the other side of the table in the required present position.  
  
"Go get your lists." I demanded.  
  
Carrie didn't bother to stand but crawled to my desk and grabbed the pad again. She brought it back and got in position again.  
  
Sally and I looked at each list, going over every item. We really didn't care but wanted the slave to question what she had listed. I finally looked up and asked.  
  
"Where did you learn to cook"  
  
"Master, my mother was a great cook. For as long as I can remember she had me helping her in the kitchen. She always told me that if I wanted to please my man I needed to know how to cook and clean." She said and I noticed a small smile cross her face.   
  
"I see this list is pretty extensive. Are you sure you need all of this?" I questioned.  
  
"Master, you really don't have anything but TV dinners, and frozen entrees. I can make much better dinners for you. But there's nothing to fix."  
  
"Is that the same with the cleaning supplies"  
  
"Yes Master, you had some but I've used almost everything up." She answered, her voice strong which surprised me.  
  
"Your personal items leave a lot to be desired. If you ever go out, I want you to look your best. I'm disappointed that you don't appreciate what I want." I growled.  
  
"Please Master, I was never allowed to go out before. I haven't worn any makeup forever. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Her strong voice gone and her body slumped.  
  
"What do you think Sally?" I asked  
  
Sally looked at Carrie and then at me before she spoke. "The slave has a lot to learn. I think we have a lot of work ahead of us. However, we do need to get her attention for future tasks." She finished as she picked up a steel collar with a lock and held it up to me. I smiled and took it from her as she grabbed a set of nipple clips with a chain connecting them.   
  
I looked at Carrie. crooked my finger, and pointed at a spot between my legs. Carrie quickly crawled between my legs. I wasn't sure what she was thinking but I notice a small drip slide down her thigh. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to me. I handed Sally the collar and she locked it around Carrie's neck. I could feel her body tremble as she felt the collar close. Just as she heard the lock snap shut, I heard a moan escape from her mouth.  
  
I released her hair and she returned to the proper position. I smiled and grabbed the clips. I made a production of running the chain through the ring on her collar. Carrie was panting and I was sure she was aroused. When I closed the first clip on her nipple she moaned and gasped at the same time. I really think she climaxed when I did the same to her other nipple.  
  
"Maybe this will remind you to do a better job next time." I said as I looked into her eyes. I had expected a look of defeat in her eyes as I was treating her like all her other Masters or Mistresses, but instead I saw relief and a bit of lust in her eyes. I pulled the chain hard and her nipples turned into cones. I watched as her eyes closed and a moan from somewhere deep inside her escaped her.   
  
I wanted this to be all, but Sally handed me a crop and barked. "Bend over the table slave. You need more than a pinched nipple. Carrie quickly got in position. Her ass sticking up and right in front of us. Sally smiled and asked, "may I?"  
  
I handed her the crop and a second later, she brought it down on our slave's bare ass. The sound of the smack echoed off the walls and a second later, Carrie called out. "Thank you Mistress, may I have another?"  
  
Sally looked at me and smiled. I glanced at her tits and her nipples pushing out from her top. I watched as she continued to use the crop until the slave's ass was crisscrossed with bright red stripes. When she finally finished, Carrie slid off the coffee table and dropped to the floor.   
  
"Thank you, Mistress. This slave will work to do better next time."   
  
I was slightly shocked when Carrie kissed Sally's shoes as she spoke. I let her continue before I ordered her back to the middle of the room. Carrie crawled in position and waited for her next command. That is when Sally pulled out the bags of clothes.   
  
"Slave, you will be required to be properly dress when Master allows you to be dressed." She handed Carrie the bags and sat back.  
  
The look of shock on the slave's face was very evident. She opened the first bag and pulled out the contents. For the next fifteen minutes or so, Carrie went through everything in the bag. By the time she finished, tears were running down her cheeks and her entire body was flushed. She finally looked at me and asked, "Master?"  
  
"That's right slave. You might be my slut slave, but in public you will dress properly and look your best. I will not be humiliated being seen with you." I barked. "Now go change, I want to see how you look."  
  
Carrie literally ran to her room with everything in her arms. Sally and I couldn't stifle our chuckles as we watched her run.  
  
For the next half hour or so, Carrie changed from outfit to outfit. With each one her smile got bigger. She ended up modeling the lingerie, strutting around the room like a model her body glowing. I had trouble keeping a smile from my face.  
  
Finally, I called an end to the show and ordered her to go put her new things up and come back. While she was out, Sally and I discussed what to do next. I watched Sally closely. She was obviously aroused and flushed. A thought passed through my head that I might get lucky, but I was afraid I'd ruin our new relationship.   
  
"So where do we go from here?" I asked.  
  
Sally thought about it for a minute before she answered. "Well a couple things come to mind. One tomorrow I'll take her to the store to pick up what's on her lists." She answered.  
  
"And what is the second?" I asked  
  
Sally tuned bright red. She looked around the room and I could see she was fumbling for words. I watched her closely and decided that I needed to take charge. "Sally, this is my place, and Carrie is my slave." I said and was surprised at how strong my voice was. "You will stay here, with me. You will sleep with me and Carrie will be at the foot of my bed. I want her to know she is not in control. But I am. You said I need to show I'm a dominate master, and the best way for me to show that is to show her that you are beneath me." I said and hoped she would submit.  
  
Sally blushed even more and dropped her head as she nodded. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in control.  
  
"Now go to Carrie, have her dress in her sexiest lingerie. Cuff her hands behind her back and lead her into my room. I will be in there in a few minutes. I want you naked on the bed and her standing in the corner. I want her there but not able to watch." I finished.  
  
Sally's mouth opened for a second. I thought she was about to tell me to fuck off, but instead she stood and walked to Carrie's door and walked in. I sat there in shock. A week ago, I hadn't even had a date for over a year. Now I had two women sharing my bedroom. I think I could get used to this.


	Accidental Master Ch. 07

Sally's mind was confused, when she woke this morning. She didn't know what to expect. Yesterday when she was introduced to Mark's slave, it had woken desires she never thought would surface again. When she escaped her slavery, she vowed to never put herself into such a position again. But looking at Carrie kneeling on the floor as they entered the apartment, it all flooded back. As the evening progressed and she realized how broken Carrie was, and how she might never escape her past.  
  
Sally struggled to maintain her emotions and managed to instruct Mark in how to proceed. Today she was going with Mark to teach him more about being a master, but more importantly how to be a loving master.  
  
Now Mark and she were going out to do some shopping. Carrie needed clothes and Mark needed tools to maintain his control over Carrie. Sally realized that Carrie needed a strong hand at least for now. Over the next few weeks and months, hopefully, that need for control would lessen. But Sally had no idea how broken the slave was.  
  
The shopping today went well. Ever since Mark had been coming into the coffee shop, Sally had felt a connection to him. Over the last year that connection grew stronger, and she had found herself looking forward to his visits. When he opened up about Carrie, she almost peed her pants. Her mind immediately flashed back over her life and all that had happened to her, oh so long ago.  
  
When they stopped for lunch and Mark asked me about my experience, I couldn't hold back any longer and told him of my days as a slave. I know he was shocked, but I could also see he was excited. I know he was trying not to show it, but I could tell.  
  
By the time, we left the pub and headed back to Mark's apartment, I had told Mark all about my life as a slave and Mistress. I was so excited I almost climaxed when we parked the car. She sighed as she remembered walking up to the door. I know he hadn't planned to spend so much money today, but it was so much fun picking everything out, and now we're about to use his purchases on his slave.  
  
Sally was impressed with the slave's performance. Her lists were extensive and well thought out. The dinner was excellent with very little to work with. However, she was impressed with Mark finding out something to punish Carrie for.  
  
Now she was in Mark's room, naked with the slave, in her new lingerie standing in the corner. She had no intention for the day to end this way, but she understood why. Mark needed to establish the hierarchy in their new group. Mark the Master, me the next in charge but submissive to Master, and Carrie the slave and under everyone's control.  
  
Sally was laying there nervous, aroused, and feeling things she hadn't felt in years. It was everything in her power to keep from completely succumbing to the situation. She waited just as the slave in the corner for the inevitable; Mark to enter.  
  
The longer they waited, the harder it was to not think of him as Mark but Master. She hated herself for telling him she would never submit to him, a rookie, and now to be naked on his bed. She cussed at herself and her lack of strength at not refusing to obey. But as the day progressed, the more the old emotions, arousal, and training started to fill her being.  
  
Both her and the slave jumped a bit when the bedroom door opened. Sally glanced at Carrie and watched as she rocked from foot to foot. Her eyes glued to the corner where she stood. Sally on the other hand was shaking slightly, her pussy was gushing and when she saw his face and his lustful look, she blushed. Hardly a strong look, she moaned to herself.  
  
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Mark walked into the bedroom. He looked first at Sally, laying on the bed nude. He watched as she blushed and the longer he looked the further the blush covered her body. Finally, he looked to the corner of the room where Carrie was standing. He couldn't help but gasp. She was dressed in a powder blue mesh crop top, that did little to hid her magnificent breasts. The tiny matching thong only highlighted her hips and flat stomach. He smiled as Sally had cuffed her hands behind her back, and watched as she rocked from foot to foot, panting. She was very aroused and it showed.  
  
Mark shut the door and sauntered to the bed; his eyes locked on Sally. She was truly beautiful. Her long brown hair flowing down her chest, her perfect size breasts, and rock-hard nipples only added to her allure. He slowly let his eyes drifted down her body to her hands covering her lady bits. She could see him trying to control his blank expression, but it didn't work. He was so enthralled with having two beautiful nude or nearly nude submissive women at his disposal, and it was overwhelming. He reached up and pulled his shirt over his head exposing his chest. He heard Sally moan and hoped it was because she liked what she saw.  
  
Mark's initial confidence quickly dissipated when he started to remove his pants. He was much older than Sally. I don't know of any mature man who strips in front of a young beautiful woman and not feel doubts about his appearance. He took a deep breath and thought, 'in for a penny, in for a pound', and dropped them to the floor.  
  
He glanced at Carrie and she still had her eyes locked to the corner. He looked back at Sally and dropped his boxers. Now fully nude, his cock harder than he could remember, crawled into bed.  
  
Sally looked at him and smiled. "Order me to open my legs." She whispered. "You need to be a Master," She continued.  
  
"Uncover your cunt and spread your legs." I barked. My voice sounding a lot more comfortable than I felt.  
  
Sally smiled at me and nodded. We both knew that Carrie couldn't see what was happening. I smiled back and lay down beside her. She cuddled up next to me, her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her warm breath and whispered so quietly that I knew Carrie couldn't hear.  
  
"You know I'm only doing this to prove to her you're the Master of the house."  
  
"Yes, I know, but I could get used to this." I answered  
  
"You need to take charge now." She whispered again  
  
"Slave, put your mouth to work." I demanded.  
  
Sally at first looked at me, but for the first time in my life, I felt strong. I reached up and grabbed her head and gently pushed her down my body. At first, I felt some resistance, but the closer her face got to my erection, it disappeared. When her tongue touched the head of my cock, I heard a moan escape from her and felt her body tremble slightly. I closed my eyes when she licked my cock, sending shivers up and down my body. She continued licking as she bathed my cock with her tongue.  
  
For the next few minutes, Sally worked her magic on my cock. Her grunts and moans echoed off the walls. I opened my eyes to look at my slave, still standing in the corner. I could see her hips slowly grinding an invisible with quiet moans slipping out of her mouth. I wanted to last longer, but the erotic situation I found myself in, my cock being sucked by my friend and now submissive, and my slave in sexy lingerie practically begging to be fucked. I growled "I'm cumming" seconds before my cock exploded.  
  
I thought Sally would have pulled her mouth from my me, but instead she pushed it deeper into her mouth and almost down her throat. I was shaking as the orgasm filled my body. I couldn't move as my muscles were convulsing and I swear every nerve send signals of pleasure straight to my brain.  
  
It must have taken me ten minutes before I could speak again. By that time, Sally was cuddling beside me. Her head resting on my shoulder. I leaned over and kissed her deeply.  
  
Sally accepted my tongue and kissed me back with a passion. I wanted to recover and take Sally, but at my age that wasn't happening, at least for a while. I looked at Sally and smiled, even if I couldn't perform, my slave could.  
  
"Slave, turn around." I barked.  
  
Carrie rapidly turned to look at us. Her eyes were filled with lust. I had heard all of Carrie's stories about how she was required to always be available, and her pussy wet and ready. But I knew just by looking at her face. This wasn't her being forced to pleasure her mistress. No, the lust and desire in her face and body she couldn't hide.  
  
"Slave, pleasure your Mistress." I commanded.  
  
The words had hardly left my mouth before Carrie was on the foot of the bed, her mouth kissing Sally's ankles. Carrie's eyes were locked on Sally's the look in her eyes was of a tiger, stalking her prey. She licked and nibbled first one ankle, then the other. Kissing, licking, and nibbling her way up her calf, to her knees, and finally to Sally's thighs.  
  
Sally watched the slave, her eyes transfixed on the slave. Unable to look away. I could feel Sally's body trembling as the slave, erotically worked her way to her pussy.  
  
By the time, Carrie was close to the junction of Sally's legs, Sally's entire body was trembling, her stomach starting to convulse. I smiled and wondered if she was going to climax without even a touch of Carrie's tongue on her pussy.  
  
Sally's head was shaking from side to side and when Carries tongue touched her lips, a scream escaped Sally's mouth.  
  
Carrie pulled back from the dripping pussy and licked all around it. Teasing her Mistress and building her need.  
  
I was spellbound watching a well-trained slave, using all her training to please her Mistress. It wasn't long before Sally screamed again and shouted.  
  
"Stop teasing me slave, make me cum!" as she grabbed Carrie's ears and pull her face deep into her center. All eroticism was gone now. Sally was in control and using her slave's face to satisfy her cravings. I watched as Sally ground Carrie's face, into her cunt. It wasn't a gentle love making, but hard fucking. It went on for several minutes. I was about to stop it, when a moan that turned into a scream spewed out of Sally's mouth. I had never seen a woman squirt before, but it happened right in front of me. Sally's fluids sprayed Carrie's face, coating her entire head.  
  
I watched as Carrie struggled to keep her mouth over Sally's pussy trying to capture her fluids. But Sally's body was humping like a bucking bronco, her pussy squirting everywhere. It lasted for almost 20 seconds until Sally collapsed on the bed, her body still trembling as she recovered from her massive orgasm.  
  
Sally and I lay on the bed. Me in shock at what I had witnessed. I had written so many such scenes in the past, but to witness it in person was amazing. Sally was almost unconscious and her body still shaking. Carrie was still laying between her legs gasping for breath. I looked down at the slave and she at me. I could see the look of satisfaction in her face. That was when I noticed the large wet spot between her legs. I knew I should punish her for climaxing without permission, but the entire experience was perfect. I had never witnessed anything so erotic. No, no punishments tonight.  
  
I sat up and removed Carrie's handcuffs. "Go to the floor slave, have our coffee ready tomorrow morning." I said and cuddled up to Sally and drifted off into a sound sleep.  
  
The next morning, I woke with me spooning Sally. My body snuggled next to her back and my cock nestled against her ass. It was still dark and the apartment was silent. I assumed Carrie was still sleeping at the foot of the bed. My right hand was wrapped around Sally and it was grasping her left breast. I sighed as it had been a long time since I had been so close to anyone in such an intimate embrace. I thought back to last night and smiled. It was by far the most erotic experience I've ever had. For a brief second, I wondered if the bubble would burst once Sally would awaken. But for now, life was perfect. My hand on its own accord, gently squeezed her breast and lightly tweaked her nipple. I knew she was still asleep, but I heard a slight moan escape from her mouth.  
  
I didn't want to wake anyone. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I don't think I've ever felt so contented. I continued to gently massage her breast and her moans became more persistent.  
  
I felt Sally start to stir and quickly removed my hand and held perfectly still. I didn't want her to wake and push me away. Sally moved slightly and rolled over on her back. I started to take my hand away, but she grabbed it and held it to her breast. I thought for sure she was awake, but seconds later, she started to lightly snore.  
  
I continued to gently massage her left breast and lowered my head to her right breast, opened my mouth and drew her nipple into my warm mouth. This time Sally sucked in a breath of air and groaned. The more I licked and sucked the louder her groans. I could feel her body responding to my attention when she reached up and pulled my head into her breast and started to pant.  
  
I could feel my cock raising to the occasion as it was pressed against her side. Sally's legs parted and she pulled her right leg up and completely opening herself up. I wanted to move my hand down to her pussy, but before I could, her left hand drifted between her legs, her fingers stroking her pussy.  
  
I knew she was very aroused. The moans were louder, her nipples were extended and her fingers were stoking her pussy faster and faster. I pulled off her nipple and looked down at her and she up at me. She smiled and whispered, "What a way to wake up." And kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. By the time, we stopped I was on top of her and my cock pressing at her entrance. I had to smile at her as there was nothing more in the world I wanted more, than to make love to my friend, my partner, and hopefully my submissive.  
  
Sally looked up to me, her face filled with lust and moaned. "Take me Master."  
  
I almost climaxed right that second. But I managed to control my cock and slowly pushed in inside the softest, tightest pussy I've ever felt. I could feel the velvet sleeve grip my cock. It felt like it was pulling me inside her, touching every square inch and massaging it. For the next few moments, we made slow passionate love. This wasn't fucking, it was making love. But as our passion took over it became more frenzied. Our bodies pounding each other, each trying to please the other until we both screamed as out bodies and minds exploded and orgasms consumed us both.  
  
We lay there our bodies still trembling from our collective orgasms. It felt like we were joined together, my skin and hers feeling as one. It took me a minute or so to regain control and slowly roll off her. We were both panting from the exertion, our sweat covered bodies shimmering in the morning light.  
  
It was the bedroom door opening that brought us back to where we were as Cassie slipped into the room with two cups of coffee and a big smile. I had forgotten about my slave and looking at Sally and how fast she covered herself she had too. Carrie must have slipped out of the room to fix our coffee and waited until we finished before she returned.  
  
I smiled when Sally covered her body and Carrie seemed to blush as she lowered her head. Both Sally and I laughed at what had just happened. Carrie had already seen Sally naked and had eaten her pussy to a massive orgasm, and now suddenly she was bashful?  
  
Sally turned to Cassie and barked, "go fix breakfast slave. We'll have toast and jam this morning. I doubt there's much to fix." She said and looked at me. I just nodded and got up to go to the bathroom.  
  
I was in the bathroom about twenty minutes before I walked out. Sally was sitting at the kitchen table, she had on one of my tee shirts munching on some toast while texting on her phone. She looked up at me and started to say something, but Cassie was just off to the side so she just flashed me a stern look and rushed into the bathroom.  
  
I looked at Cassie and smiled. She looked back at me and tried to keep a passive face, but I could see her lips curl up a bit to a small smile.  
  
"Have you eaten slave." I asked.  
  
"No Master," She answered.  
  
"Fix yourself some toast, it might be awhile before you can eat again." I said and opened an app on my phone. I sat there surfing and Cassie fixed herself some toast. About twenty minutes later, Sally walked out of the bathroom still wearing my tee shirt and a towel wrapping her head. She sat down next to me and smiled.  
  
"How did you sleep?" She asked, then added, "Master?"  
  
I almost chuckled but only nodded. I wanted to seem above her and didn't really answer. "Do you work today?" I asked.  
  
"No sir I just called off." She answered.  
  
I looked at Cassie and barked, "Go take a shower and clean up. I want your hair done and looking it's best."  
  
Carrie quickly turned and headed into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed and we heard the shower turn on, Sally looked directly at me and said. "Look I know what you did last night, but I am not your submissive. You should have asked me first how to move forward." She growled.  
  
I smiled at her as she tried to be stern. Instead of answering, I leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Last night was wonderful." I said and kissed her again. At first, she just sat there, but by the time I kissed her a third time she was kissing me back.  
  
It was a couple minutes before Sally pushed me back. "Stop it!" She said her voice husky. "Please?"  
  
"So, did you like it too?" I asked and saw her blush.  
  
"Yes." She answered and then added "But I can't do that again."  
  
I raised my eyebrows and looked her in the eyes. Her face was flushed and I could see her nipples clearly beneath my tee shirt.  
  
"Yeah, I doubt that. You told me yesterday that your wanted it all. You got a taste of it last night. I think you liked me ordering you and the slave serving you. Am I wrong?" I asked.  
  
Sally tried to maintain eye contact but after only a few seconds, lowered her eyes and looked at the table. I waited for her to answer. I had asked her a question and I wanted her to answer. If I spoke first, she would win. If she spoke first I was still in control. Don't ask me how I knew that but I knew this is what I had to do.  
  
Sally squirmed a bit for a few moments before I heard a quiet "No."  
  
I smiled and grabbed her chin. I raised her face to mine and whispered back. "No what?"  
  
I swear she turned even redder than she was. She looked at me and said, "No Master I did like it." I swear I almost climaxed right there sitting at the kitchen table. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. We kissed for a few minutes before I pulled back and quietly said "Good girl." And kissed her forehead.  
  
Sally leaned back into her chair and looked at me. She looked confused. "This wasn't how this was to go. I don't know about this. Mark, I'm not sure if you can do this with Carrie, let alone with me. I think maybe I should go." She said. She tried to look at my face, but each time she looked up it was only a glance.  
  
"Look, I'm not sure either, but I know last night was special and I think it was special for you too. I know I have no idea how to un-train a slave. I know you do, at least more than I do. I also feel you are feeling things you haven't felt in a long time and those feelings both scare you and excite you. You know me Sally. I would never hurt you or put you in danger." I stopped and waited to see if she would react.  
  
Sally continued to stare at the kitchen table. I watched her as hands were shaking slightly and her breathing was coming in short pants. I continued, "Look, I know that with your help we can be good for Carrie. I also know that you trust me. You have nothing to lose and maybe something to gain. I won't force you, but I know that if we work together, you just might get the best of both worlds." I finished.  
  
Sally sat there for a few minutes. I wasn't going to try to sell her on the idea. She either said yes or no. There wasn't a grey area. I knew that because she submitted last night, if she said yes it would be as my submissive.  
  
Finally, Sally took a deep breath and looked up at me. She was no longer blushing and her face was relaxed. "Okay I'll do it." She said her voice strong.  
"You'll do what?" I answered.  
  
"I will submit to you... Master." She answered.  
  
"Good, now let's figure out how this will work." I said, "We need to explain to our slave how to address us and how we are going to work together.  
  
We didn't get a chance to talk before Carrie walked out of the bathroom. She was naked and absolutely beautiful. Her hair was flowing down past her shoulders and even without a bit of makeup her face was glowing. I think both Sally and I gasped looking at her. I know my cock shot up and when I looked at Sally she was flushed too.  
  
"Slave, go to your room and get dressed. You will be going out and I better not be embarrassed." I directed. "When you finish wait there until we come get you."  
  
"Yes Master." She answered and hurried to her room, shutting the door behind her as she entered. As soon as the door closed both Sally and I started to speak. We both stopped and laughed. "You first," I said.  
  
Sally giggled and answered, "No Master, you go."  
  
"Well first off we need to address the hierarchy to the slave. I want her to know that she is the house slave. She answers to both of us and no one else. You are her Mistress and I am her Master. But I think she also needs to know I'm the House master and you are my submissive." I suggested.  
  
Sally looked at me for a second before she replied. "I agree."  
  
"So, let's come up with a set of out of the house rules. We can't have her walking around outside calling us Mistress and Master. She will also have to be able to speak to anyone without dropping to her knees." I laughed.  
  
Sally looked at me and chuckled. "That might be easier said than done." She answered.  
  
We sat there and discussed it for a few minutes before we called Cassie back in the dining room. Cassie walked out of her room. She was dressed in a simple jean skirt the buttoned up the front. It came to about two inches above the knee. Her blouse was a pink scoop neck sweater that fit her perfectly. The first thing I notice was her blush. She didn't look either of us in the eyes and kept her head lowered.  
  
"Why are you blushing?" I asked her.  
  
"Master, I wasn't sure how to dress. I've never been allowed to dress in regular clothes before." She said quietly.  
  
"Well you're going out today and this is how you dress when going out." I stated matter of factly.  
  
Carrie nodded but kept her head down.  
  
"Now we're going to give you some new rules. These rules are in addition to your other rules. You will be expected to memorize these also." I began.  
  
"Number one is I am still the Master and you are my slave. Ms. Sally here is my submissive and she is also your Mistress. You will obey her as you do me. Do you understand"  
  
"Yes Master, Ms. Sally is my Mistress and I will obey her." Cassie said clearly.  
  
Number two, when you are outside the apartment you will address us as sir or ma'am when we are around others, unless we tell you differently. We will direct you how to address us at that time. Clear?"  
  
"Yes Master," She answered again but I could see a bit of confusion in her face.  
  
"Number three, when told you are leaving the apartment you will be fully dressed, including bra and panties. Unless otherwise told you will dress in normal clothes. There will be no slut clothes outside the apartment unless we say differently. As I told you before, I will not tolerate you embarrassing us in public." I continued.  
  
"Number four, you will obey only Mistress or me when outside the apartment, no exceptions." I paused.  
  
"Number five, you will not kneel unless told.  
  
Number six, when you speak to anyone, you will address them as Mister or Miss. You will speak in the first person and never refer to yourself as slave, slut, or anything else but Carrie."  
  
I stopped and looked at Sally. She gave me a slight nod. I looked at Carrie and asked. "Do you have any questions?"  
  
"Master, why? I am a slave. Are you going to sell me?" She asked and for the first time I could see fear in her eyes.  
  
"No slave, I won't be selling you, but you will not be held prisoner any longer. I want you to be a functioning person. Your duties are no longer just sex or servicing other persons. That is all you need to know for now." I answered, and looked at Sally again.  
  
"Do you have anything to add." I asked Sally and realized I didn't know what to call her.  
  
"No Master, I think you have covered everything for now." Sally answered and lowered her head.  
  
"Okay slave, Ms. Sally here is taking you to the store today to get supplies. You will obey her and offer any suggestions for things you might have forgotten off your list. All the new rules are in effect." I finished.  
  
"M-M-Master?" She asked.  
  
"Yes slave,"  
  
"I did not put on panties or a bra. I'm sorry Master I didn't know." She pleaded.  
  
"Go put some on and be quick." I barked.  
  
Carrie almost ran to her room and at most a minute later she returned nodded.  
  
"Okay I have to go to work today, you and Mistress will go to the store. When you return, you will put away everything you purchased. Mistress has other things to do this afternoon. When you are done, go to your room and wait until it's time to fix dinner." I said looking directly at Carrie.  
  
"Yes, Master I understand." She answered.  
  
I stood and walked out the door. I hadn't been at work of a couple of days and I need to go back. I knew sally would be able to take care of things.  
  
* * * * * * * *  
  
Sally sat on the couch listening to everything Mark said. She was still questioning her decision to submit to him. That day after shopping with him and bearing her life was something she never expected to share with anyone. Plus, when they returned to Mark's apartment and seeing the slave again, she never expected her mind and body's reactions. As the evening progressed and Master, god did she actually think of him as a Master now, began to take charge, brought back all the submissive feelings so long ago buried.  
  
Sally looked at the slave, dressed like a normal woman. She was very pretty, but ever since she had met Carrie and learned how submissive she was, her mind kept drifting back to when she owned Julie her old roommate. Only this time I didn't have the same loving feelings for Carrie as I did for Julie. Here was a woman who was a slave in every sense of the word. She would do anything I desired, no matter how humiliating, or painful, without hesitation. She truly had no sense of free will.  
  
Sally's pussy pulsed at the thought of what she could do to Master's slave. He hadn't given her any directions. He only said she was to take her to the store and have her help buying supplies. Sally looked at the time. It was only 8:30. Plenty of time to have some fun before she had to go home this afternoon.  
  
Sally leaned back into the couch as her slave nervously stood in front of her. It was the classic battle going on in her head. The devil on one shoulder whispering into her ear to strip the slave and humiliate her, degrade her, and even punish her. While the angel on the other pleading to help this broken woman and begin the healing process.  
  
The longer she sat there staring at the slave, the harder it was to resist the devil's whispers. She watched as Carrie's expressions changed. First it was excitement, but after a minute or so it changed to submission. There wasn't the slight smile curling up from the corners of her mouth. As time went by Sally notice fear began to creep across the slave's face. The more she saw the harder it was to resist. With Julie, it was a consensual relationship, with set boundaries, safe words, and strict rules. The slave in front of her knew nothing of that. She served without question no matter what.  
  
The pulsing in Sally's pussy was growing more intense by the minute. The intensity growing and clouding her mind, pushing out the angel as the devil's voice grew louder by the second. Finally, Sally's mind was overcome with lust and she practically screamed out.  
  
"STRIP SLAVE!"  
  
Carrie jumped at the loud command but reacted instantaneously and practically ripped her clothes off her body. She stood in front of her Mistress naked once again and Sally could see her legs tremble.  
  
"Well slave, we have some time before I take you to the store. I think it's time you learn that I am your Mistress and you will obey me." Sally slowly stood and walked around the subdued slave starting at the ground. As she slowly circled her, Sally's fingers caressed Carrie's skin, raking her fingernails across Carrie's arms, neck, back, and finally her breasts. Ending up at the slave's engorged nipples.  
  
"Oh, is the slave excited?" She growled, not wanting an answer but pinching both nipple and twisting them hard.  
  
She watched as her slave struggled to not make a sound. She smiled and twisted even harder, her fingers pinching even harder. But still the well-trained slave didn't make a sound.  
  
"You better not make a sound slave. You are to remain silent until I give you permission." Sally whispered in Carries ear.  
  
Sally released the slave's nipples and drew her hand back and slapped the slave's tits. First one then the other. With each slap, she watched at Carrie struggled to remain silent. Harder and harder she slapped them over and over. The longer it went on the redder the abused breasts were. Finally, Sally brought her hand back behind her body and with all her strength she slapped Carrie's left breast. A scream came out of the slave's mouth as she could no longer withstand the punishment. Sally watched as Carrie dropped to her knees holding her tits and crying.  
  
Sally stood there watching and in shock. Yes, she had punished Julie before, but never so cruelly. She stood there looking down at the crying slave and stepped back. Her mind trying to comprehend what she had done. She remembered how when she was a slave and her Mistress tortured her when her Master was gone.  
  
'God, have I turned into my Mistress?' Flooded her brain. She stood the for a second before sitting on the couch. Yes, she hated what she had just done, but her body was on fire. She had never been so aroused. Sally spread her legs and growled.  
  
"Eat me slave."  
  
Sally sat back as the slave crawled between her legs, opened her pants, and pulled them down her legs. She smiled as her mind drifted back to just last night when Carrie brought her to an amazing orgasm, just after she gave Master a blowjob.  
  
Sally's body flushed when she felt her slave's tongue start to work its magic. Her mind continuing to drift to this morning and waking to Master caressing her breasts. It had been so long since she had awakened to someone teasing her body. She could still feel the effects of this morning's sex and her slave's tongue were bringing everything back.  
  
Sally had Carrie eat her to two climaxes before releasing her. She pushed her back and calmly said. "Go clean up, we need to get going."  
  
She watched as Carrie slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned, her face clean and her hair once again perfect. She stood in front of Sally. Her hands behind her waiting for instructions.  
  
"Well get dressed. You can't go to the store naked." Sally barked. By the time her slave was dressed, Sally checked to see if her slave collar was still in place. She held up a leash in front of her eyes.  
  
"You remember your rules don't you slave?" Sally demanded.  
  
"Yes Mistress." She answered  
  
"Good, because this leash is not only for control, but is excellent for punishments. Do not disappoint me." Sally demanded and headed for the door with Carrie close behind.


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