by M Boratus
“What an asshole!” said Sachiko. “Wanting to be honest and respectful. You were right to dump him.”
Jessica glared at her.
“Do you love him?” Sachiko asked.
“He tricked me! He manipulated me!”
“You’re avoiding the question,” said Sachiko. “There are really only two things you need to ask. Do you love him and does he make you happy?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Actually, it is. I’ve seen girls in love with men that treat them like shit and make them miserable. I’ve seen women stay in passionless relationships because the man made them happy in other ways, but that doesn’t work either. You need that fiery love. But if you’ve got both, well, then you’re an idiot if you give that up.” She paused to let her words sink in. “So, one more time, do you love him?”
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Shaun grabbed his phone and answered. “Jessica!”
“I want your word that you’ll undo what the doctor has done to Amanda,” she said.
“You have it,” he said.
“And I want you to free Abby and the other girls I’ve sent to him.”
“That could be tricky,” he said. “I may need the app he uses. But I’ll do my best.”
“And the doctor goes to jail,” she said.
“That’s a given.”
Jessica took a deep breath. “Then in that case I’ll perform the ceremony with you on Saturday night.”
“Thank you, Jessica,” he said.
“Don’t call me that,” she said.
He froze, not knowing how to respond.
“Please call me, “slut,” Sir,” she said at last.
Shaun smiled. “As you wish, slut,” he said.
Jessica felt a wave of relief wash through her at his words.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then make it official, Jessica slut,” Shaun said.
Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching into her purse to pull out a ring case she’d never noticed before. She wondered how long it had been in there. She opened it to find a diamond ring. Its silver band had been formed into a tiny handcuff with the diamond set at the base above where the tiny keyhole was formed.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
“If you mean what you say then put it on,” he told her.
It slid perfectly on her finger.
“May I ask something, Sir?” she said, tears of happiness forming in her eyes.
“Of course.”
“Can you give me an order, any order?”
He heard the urgency in her voice, the need for control.
“Play with your clit,” he said.
“I’m at the office, Sir,” she argued.
Shaun knew it was a deliberate ploy to make him exert more control.
“Play with your clit, Jessica slut,” he said.
Her hand moved under her skirt and past her thong to frig herself. “Oh god,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, I’ve needed this.”
“Are there going to anymore arguments on who owns you, slut?”
“No, Sir,” she replied.
“So, tell me what you are,” he demanded.
“I’m your loyal, obedient slut, Sir.”
“And does my slut want to cum for me?” he asked.
“So much, Sir. I could cum right now.”
Shaun remained quiet.
“Sir?” Jessica asked.
“Yes?”
“May I cum?”
Quiet again.
“Oh god, Sir. I can’t hold it much longer. May I cum?”
“Soon.”
“Fuck, fuck fuck. Sir please!”
“Cum.”
“Ohhhh D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Dios!” she screamed.
Sachiko came running into the office. “Are you okay?” she exclaimed.
Jessica was hunched over her desk, climaxing. Still, she nodded and slammed the phone on her desk, then hit speaker.
“Hi Sachiko,” Shaun said. “We’re just making up.”
Jessica turned to look at her assistant, bliss on her face. Worry turned to surprise then to amusement on Sachiko’s face.
“Ohhhh,” she said. “I’ll leave you to it then.” She walked out and shut the door.
“Happy?” Shaun asked.
“So happy,” said Jessica.
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Dr. Maddow arrived home Friday evening. His housekeeper, Sally, greeted him at the door in her French maid uniform. The petite, young brunette would give most men an instant hard-on. Much of her was artificial. She had undergone plastic surgery at the doctor’s orders to take her from an A cup to a D. Her tits almost fell out the top of her uniform while her firm bubble butt pushed out, begging to be slapped. Full, pouty, collagen filled lips seemed to be designed for sucking cock. He had had her for months before being able to resist fucking her the moment he got home.
“Welcome home, doctor,” she said. “How was your day?”
“Long and dull,” he replied as he handed her his suit jacket. “Too many psychological issues and only one patient I could fuck. Who’s here?”
“Mrs. Henderson is waiting in your office, doctor,” she replied. “Mr. Henderson will be by shortly to pick her up.”
“Very good,” he said.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” Sally continued. “Will you be needing assistance with Mrs. Henderson?”
“No, thank you, Sally,” he said. “I just want to get off and then eat.”
“Yes, doctor.”
Dr. Maddow entered his study to find a woman in her forties sitting naked on his desk, one foot resting on one of the chairs facing the desk. The curly haired blonde lit up when she saw him. “Hello, doctor,” she said.
“Hello, Maggie,” he replied.
She popped off the desk, her B cup tits bouncing as she rushed up to him. Her body was becoming firm and toned from the gym regiment he’d put her on, but her ass still jiggled quite a bit.
As she began to unbutton his shirt, she said, “I’ve been looking forward to our appointment all week.”
He removed his shirt while she dropped to her knees to work on his pants.
“There he is,” she said as she pulled his cock out of his underwear. Wasting no time, she slurped it into her mouth.
The doctor let her suck him to hardness before yanking her to her feet, bending her over his desk, and shoving his cock in.
“Oh, fuck yes, doctor!” she squealed. “I’ve needed this so bad.”
“Me too,” he said.
She smiled, taking that to mean he’d missed her, but he just really needed to fuck someone. Thoughts of Jessica Russo had been nagging him. He’d expected to her to contact him by today, but he’d received neither text nor call. Frustrated, he pounded harder on Maggie’s pussy. She moaned her approval.
Then he thought back to Wednesday and his session with Abby. While it had gone well, she mentioned her night out with Jessica and her attraction to someone she met named Shaun. She had said he was also a patient of the doctor, but didn’t know his last name. When she left the office, he looked up all his patients named “Shaun,” “Sean,” and “Shawn.” None of them matched the description Abby had given. He wondered if it was the same Shaun that Amanda used to date, but that seemed unlikely since he would be a decade younger than Abby. Still, something was amiss. During his next sessions with Amanda and Abby he would get more information.
Maggie called out as she climaxed, bringing the doctor’s attention back to her. He pulled out and spun one of the chairs away from the desk then sat down in it. Maggie walked up with a smile, turned her back to him and lowered herself onto his dick. Within moments she was happily bouncing on it, telling him how much she preferred it to her husband’s.
Then the thought struck him. What if this Shaun was also the reason for Jessica failing to call? What if this person was somehow influencing these women? They all knew each other. Had he somehow fo
und out the trigger words? Even if he did, the words would only work for the doctor. He’d ensured that.
“Excuse me, doctor,” a man said. “I’m here to pick up my wife.”
Dr. Maddow looked past Maggie to see her husband Tom standing at the entrance to the den.
“As you can see,” he replied. “I’m not quite done with her. Please have a seat while you wait.”
“Yes, doctor,” Tom replied. He sat in the chair right next to them. “I’d just like to thank you again for what you’ve done for us, doctor. Our marriage has never been better.”
“It’s my job and my pleasure, Tom,” the doctor replied.
“My pleasure too,” Maggie said. They all laughed at that.
“Tom, can you give me the contact info of that P.I. you used when you thought Maggie was cheating?” the doctor asked.
“Sure. I’ll text it to you right now.”
“Thanks.”
‘No sense in just speculating,’ thought the doctor. ‘Let’s see if this is the same person influencing my women.’
The shift in control aroused him further and he soon pumped his cum into his client’s hungry pussy. A huge orgasm overtook her when she felt it. When his cock stopped spurting, he pushed Maggie off, not caring if she’d recovered from her own climax.
“Clean me up,” he ordered.
“Yes, doctor,” she purred, happily sucking his tool as she knelt in front of him. When he was satisfied, he got up and ordered her into the chair.
“Tom, lick her pussy clean before you go please,” he said.
“Thank you, doctor,” Tom replied as he got on his knees and lowered his face to his wife’s cum filled cunt.
Dr. Maddow began to dress as Tom brought his wife to another orgasm. Looking at the P.I.’s information, he thought, ‘Yes, this will work nicely.’
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Chapter 14
Jessica returned home Saturday evening after making several purchases for the ceremony. As she entered her home all memory of where she had gone and what those purchases were vanished.
She walked upstairs to her room to find it romantically lit with candles. Rose petals lay spread on the bed and in a circle on the floor. Shaun stood on the far side of the room, looking sexy in a black suit, black shirt, black tie, while holding a single red rose. Jessica’s heart fluttered at the sight as she stood in the doorway.
“Hello, Sir,” she said.
“Hello, slut,” he replied. “You bought what I requested?”
“I don’t know, Sir,” she answered. “I think so.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah. I guess it’s a little late to ask. Place the bags down.
She did.
“Are you prepared to submit to me, body and soul, of your own free will?” he asked.
“I am, Sir.”
“And you do this knowing I will control both your thoughts and your body from this day forth?”
She shivered, both nervousness and excitement welling up inside her. She knew that if she said, “yes” there would be no turning back. This was deeper than the Master-slave relationships she’d read about. He could turn her into anything he liked. Her darkest fantasy come to life, but not without dangers. If he wanted, he could whore her out. He could take her money and her daughter and leave her as a prostitute with no memory of her life before. Her trust that he really did love her, that he’d give her the fantasy life she’d always dreamed of, had to be total.
She realized she’d stopped breathing, and exhaled before responding, “Yes, Sir.”
“Then let’s begin,” he said.
The room seemed to spin for a moment. Shaun suddenly stood in front of the circle of rose petals. As she tried to make sense of it, she noticed she was in her wedding dress and the bags she had brought were gone. Soft music caught her attention as Shaun held out a hand to her.
She walked slowly to him, each step taking her closer to her new life. She was giddy. She was frightened. Soon she stepped into the circle.
“I take you, Jessica, for my slave,” Shaun began. “I promise to always remember that your submission is a gift and treat it as such. I promise to love, honour and cherish you. I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me. I acknowledge my role as your owner and protector and promise to always honour this role.”
Her response popped into her thoughts as he finished.
“I take you, Shaun, for my Master. I promise to always remember that my submission is a gift of love to you. I promise to love, honour and cherish you. I promise to obey you. I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me. I acknowledge your role as my owner and protector and promise to always honour this role.”
Shaun pulled out a gold ring. A raised gold chain decorated the outside with “Shaun’s“ engraved on the inside.
“This ring is a symbol of my ownership of you, a symbol you can freely display to the world. With it I lay claim to your body.”
He slipped it on her finger. Her hands reached into her dress of their own accord and pulled out another ring, this one black. On its inside, in gold, it read, “Master.”
“This ring is a symbol of your dominion over me. I give it to you as a symbol of my free will. With it I give you ownership of my mind.”
She felt tiny sparks of electricity through her hands as she placed it on his finger.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
She shifted her dress and dropped to her knees. When they touched the ground the room went out of focus a moment and she found that her dress had changed to a black and red corset. Her breasts overflowed out the top of it. Her ass was visible behind her. Black garters adorned her legs while red and black “fuck me” heels sat on her feet.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Shaun held a slim black choker with what she thought was a heart pendant. On closer examination, she saw the symbol was two “S”s facing each other. The top part where they met formed the heart. A ruby was set in that space. The meaning popped into her head. “Shaun’s slave.”
“This collar is a symbol of my ownership of your soul,” he said. “As I place this on your neck, I acknowledge and honour your submission. I acknowledge your willingness to serve me as my loving slave. I give you this collar fully with love and with joy.”
As he fastened it on her she found herself speaking as well. “As you place this collar on my neck, I give myself to you completely of my own free will. I give to you my heart, soul and my body, for we are now one. I accept this collar fully with love and with joy.”
“Rise,” he ordered.
When she stood, he stepped in close. “You are now mine, mind, body, heart, and soul. You may kiss your Master.”
The kiss was loving and gentle. When they finished, her joy overwhelmed her and she hugged him fiercely. “Oh, thank you, Master!” Pulling back, she gestured to the full-length closet mirrors. “Do you mind, Master? I have to see how I look.”
Shaun chuckled. “Go ahead, but I’ve filmed the whole thing as well. I thought you’d like the video.”
She glanced around to see her laptop and his, recording the scene from different angles. She kissed him again. “You think of everything, Master.” Just saying the word “Master” brought her happiness. She rushed to the mirrors to check herself out. “I look fuckin’ hot,” she said.
“Oh, I know,” Shaun replied as he walked up to her and held her shoulders. “Are you ready for the wedding night?”
She nodded. The room shifted again. This time her choker had changed to a collar that read, “Shaun’s slave.” Shaun yanked her back by the leash attached to that collar. As she turned around, she found that he wore only black leather crotch-less pants. His semi-erect cock swung freely in front of her.
Yanking her to her knees again, he said. “Now show me how much you love being my slave.”
She practically lunged at his cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked with a desperation, feelings of joy growing at the same rate as his coc
k.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
She clasped them behind her as she continued to thrust her face onto his member.
“You love it very much, it seems,” Shaun said. He let her show her devotion for a few minutes before yanking her to her feet by her leash. She revelled in how forceful he was being.
Looking into her eyes he saw equal amounts of love and lust. She’d let him do whatever he wanted to her and love it, and she was about to discover what that meant.
He flung her on the bed. She felt that familiar disorientation as she landed. Now, her wrists and ankles were cuffed securely to the corners of the bed. Shaun stood by her dresser examining several sex toys.
“Where to begin,” he said, before picking up unusually large nipple clamps. He brought them over and attached them to her. They were snug but comfortable until he began tightening them.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh fuck.”
Shaun continued to tighten them, listening carefully to her moans.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my fuckin’ fuck!” she moaned.
Finally satisfied, he returned to the dresser. He picked up a rod and examined it. “What is this?”
Although nervous about interrupting him, she asked, ”Why don’t you know what you bought, Master?”
He looked at her with an evil smile. “I didn’t buy any of this, slave. You did. I ordered you to buy toys you’d like to have used on you tonight.”
He pressed a button and the rod buzzed. “Ah, I see.” Walking back he ran the rod along her leg. It gave her a mild electric shock.
“Oh shit!” she cried. “Master!” She watched as he moved it to her other leg. Shaun deliberately took his time. The anticipation of the pain became worse than the pain that finally struck her when he used it. “Ugggghhhh!”
“You do love pain, don’t you?” Shaun said. His fingers slipped inside her cunt to find it soaking. She moaned at the pleasure of his touch. He smiled confidently. “Yes, you do.”
Walking back to the dresser, he picked up a pair of gloves and put them on. “Vampire gloves,” he said, reading the label. “Interesting.” He walked back and began to crawl up onto her. When he grabbed her leg, she could feel dozens of tiny spikes in the gloves dig into her. There wasn’t much pain until he squeezed, which he did forcefully. His hands explored her body, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure. As the minutes wore on, her senses felt like they would short out from the surges. Then he reached under and grabbed her ass.