Chapter 5
Matt Slade slept in my bed that night. We didn't do anymore fucking, we were both too exhausted for that.
He untied me and lay down beside me in the big bed and held me close. He gently fondled my breasts and my thighs and my pussy until I fell asleep.
I was so happy when I woke up the next morning and found him still lying beside me. I was glad that he hadn't dressed and departed during the night, which wouldn't have surprised me.
I went into the kitchen, walking softly on quiet feet so as not to disturb him. I decided to fix breakfast.
I didn't wear any clothes. I was naked except for a ruffled apron that I wore. I got really turned on by puttering around the kitchen dressed only in the apron. It made me feel very submissive and slavish.
Slade came into the kitchen just as I finished preparing the morning meal. The kitchen was warm and filled with good food smells.
He wore a pair of trousers. His chest and feet were bare. He said, "If you're as good in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom, I just might keep you, Karen."
He sat down and I served him a meal of fresh-squeezed orange juice, fried eggs, bacon, and buttered toast.
He asked, "Aren't you having any of this delicious breakfast?"
I said, "Oh, I can never eat food like this. I have to watch my weight constantly." I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. I said, "But, with your permission, I'll eat something later, Master."
He laughed and patted my ass as I walked away.
After he finished eating, I cleared the sink and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. He came up behind me.
I set the machine to the wash cycle. Water splashed over the dishes, spraying them clean. Slade began to caress me.
The apron covered my front, but my back was bare except for the little pink ribbon tied behind my waist to hold the apron on.
Slade squeezed my breasts and rubbed his crotch against my bottom. He asked, "How do you feel back there, Karen?"
"Very sore, Master," I said truthfully, "both inside and outside my bottom."
He kissed my buttocks. "It won't hurt as much the next time I fuck you back there, Karen. You can only lose your virginity once. It's easier after the first time."
"I didn't lose anything," I said, "I gained something."
"And what's that, my saucy little bitch?"
"Knowledge," I said.
He laughed. I could feel his cock hard against my soft bottom. He rubbed my nipples. He said, "Breakfast was great, but dessert is going to be even better."
I got all weak in the knees as his fingers found my clitoris and excited it with artful caresses and rubbings.
He said, "Lean forward, Karen. Put your hands against the top of the sink and use it to brace yourself. Spread your legs wide and bend forward."
I asked nervously, "Are you-are you going to fuck me in the ass again, Master?"
"Not this time," he said, grinning.
I did what he said. He opened his trousers and let them drop. He rubbed some of his saliva on the head of his cock.
I wriggled my hips as he snaked his long cock into my pussy. I shivered as his member thrust deep into me.
He fucked me quick and hard there in the kitchen. My apron fluttered as he rammed his cock in and out of me. I held on to the counter and moaned.
His rocking hips slapped against my still-red buttocks. He gripped my hips and held my pussy on target so he could fuck me better.
It was fast and hurried and intense. My neck muscles were all corded and tensed as I raised my head and groaned.
He put his hand on my breast and lightly pinched my nipple between his fingernails as he fucked me. My face scrunched up in an expression of pleasure.
It was a homey, domestic fuck, with the dishwashing machine gurgling and shaking, and the breakfast aromas hanging in the air.
For the first time in my life, I thought that being a housewife wouldn't be so bad, if you had a man like Matt Slade coming home to you every night.
Then I reminded myself to come back to reality. I wasn't even a slave of his yet, and I couldn't be sure that I ever would be.
He didn't bother with finesse, or timing. He just gave me a good, hard fuck that was more for his pleasure than mine.
It was an intense workout. It must've lasted about ten minutes. I felt like I was running a marathon race.
My pussy thrilled to his cock, but he ejaculated before I could orgasm. I didn't mind. My pleasure was still very intense, even if I didn't have the relief of coming.
His semen filled my pussy. He breathed heavily, panting to catch his breath. He moaned lazily and slowly fondled my erect nipples.
He took his cock out of me. Some drops of come fell to the kitchen floor. I straightened up. A wave of dizziness passed over me for a second, then quickly vanished.
I said, "Let me lick you clean, Master." I dropped to my knees, facing his cock. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue.
He fed his member into my mouth. He was still semi-erect. I licked the head of his cock, then worked my way down the blue-veined shaft.
When I was done, I licked my lips and said, "You spilled some of your precious fluid, Master."
I pressed my nose to the kitchen floor, extended my tongue, and lapped up the drops of come which had spattered on the floor.
We were both steamy and sweaty from fucking, so we went to take a shower. He hung up his trousers and I took off my apron and we stepped into the stall.
A fine, tingling spray jetted from the shower head, washing down our bodies. Clouds of steam rose up around us, making everything misty and dreamy.
I begged him to allow me to wash him, and he graciously consented. I lathered up the wash cloth with soap, and began rubbing it on his body.
He had a beautiful body. I realized that I was becoming addicted to it. The more I got, the more I wanted. He had turned me on, and now I couldn't be turned off.
I rubbed the soap over his broad chest, and worked my way down the ridged muscles of his washboard abdominals to his groin.
You can believe that I lavished extra-special attention on his cock and balls. I knelt on the tiles as I scrubbed him.
Water splashed over me, invigorating and cleansing me. I loved the rubbery feel of my master's cock as I soaped it up and played with it.
When I was all through with his front, he turned his back to me, and I washed his bottom. I soaped up his firm, rounded buttocks.
I scrubbed him and rinsed him so that his flesh was all pink and squeaky-clean. I even washed between his toes.
He said, "You're very good in the water. Have you ever gotten into water sports?"
I said, "You mean like swimming, and sailing, and water skiing?"
"Not exactly," he laughed. "I can see that you've got a lot to learn yet, Karen. If you're a very good little girl, I just might teach you."
That made me really happy. I interpreted it to mean that he was seriously considering taking me as his slave, and I was thrilled to think that he might.
I washed up, too, and we got out of the shower. I wrapped a big, .fluffy terry cloth towel around him and dried him off.
I was very pleased that he toweled me dry when I was done drying him. He didn't have to do it, and it seemed to me that it meant that he must like me at least a little, and not think of me as just another one-night stand.
When we were all dry, we went into my bedroom and dressed. I became apprehensive, because I thought that he would leave me soon.
He kissed me, then said, "You've given me the gifts of your body, Karen, and I feel like giving something to you."
I blushed. "You gave me more than I have a right to deserve, Master."
"Hurry up and get dressed," he said, grinning. "I'm going to take you shopping."
I remembered what he had said about pantyhose the night before, so I didn't bother to put any on. I made a mental note to myself to throw away every pair of the damned things that I had.
I put on a pair of black silk bikini panties, and a sexy black lace bra. Slade approved of my choice. He hooked the bra behind my back.
I said, "I like it better when you take the clothes off of me, Master, instead of putting them on."
"There's a time and place for everything," he said. "Now hurry up and get dressed."
I stared in the mirror. "Oh, I'm such a mess!" I moaned. "I'll have to dry my hair and make up my face and everything!"
He said, "I Want you to make yourself as pretty as possible, as lovely as you can. However, I'm only going to allow you ten minutes to do so."
"Ten minutes!" I said. "I'll never be ready that quickly, Master!"
He grinned. "Remove the word 'never' from your vocabulary, Karen. I warn you, I don't want you to do a half-assed job, either. You've got to look as pretty as. you can, since you don't know who you'll be meeting. But for every minute you take over your alloted ten, I'm going to sentence you to one stroke with a leather strap, to be delivered later at my convenience."
He looked at his wristwatch. "You now have nine minutes, Karen. I suggest that you get moving."
I moved quickly, but not carelessly. I was thrilled because his words indicated that we were going to be together for a good part of the day.
I blow-dried and styled my hair, made up my face, and put on one of my prettiest print dressed. I finished in what was record time for me.
Slade consulted his watch. "You took thirty minutes in all, Karen. That means that I owe you twenty spanks with the leather strap. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three, Master," I told him.
"Then we'll make it twenty-three spanks in all," he said. "That'll make it a number that's easy to remember."
He looked me over with a critical eye, then slipped his arm around my trim waist and pulled me to him.
He said, "You look perfectly lovely. Any man would be proud to be seen with a girl like you on his arm. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to excuse you from that strapping."
"I don't care, Master," I said happily. "I've been a selfish bitch for so many years, that you'll probably have to spank me many, many times before you've beaten the naughtiness out of me."
"It will be my duty, and my pleasure," he said. "Now, let's go. I called my chauffeur while you were dressing, and he should be waiting for us downstairs."
I picked up my purse and followed Slade into the hall. I triple-locked my door, and then we took the elevator to the lobby.
We went out into the bright light of a sparkling blue-sky day. The silver limousine gleamed in the sunlight.
The impassive Li opened the rear door for Slade and me. Ii said, "Good morning, Mr. Slade. I trust you passed a pleasant night?"
"Most pleasant indeed, Li," Slade grinned. He gave his chauffeur an address on the other side of town. Li closed the door, then went around to the driver's seat.
We rolled through the mid-day traffic. Slade said, "Pull down your panties, and open your legs, Karen."
I said, "I didn't mind, Master, but aren't you worried that your chauffeur will watch us in the rear view mirror?"
"Let him," Slade said. "I have no secrets from Li. He's not my chauffeur, he's my friend, and my most trusted associate. I've literally trusted him with my life, and he hasn't let me down."
I was very intrigued by his remark, but it wasn't my place to question my master. When he wanted to tell me about it, he would:
Instead, I reached under my skirt and took hold of the elastic waistband of myt panties. I raised my bottom and pulled the panties down to my knees.
Slade reached under my skirt. His finger rubbed my pussy lips, then traveled upward to rub my clitoris.
It was really wild to be driving around in broad daylight in the middle of traffic with my skirt raised and my panties lowered and a handsome man fingering my cunt.
A traffic cop on the comer nearly dropped his nightstick in shock after he glanced casually in the limousine as it rolled past him.
There were curtains mounted on rollers over the windows, but Slade didn't bother to lower them. He just sat there, calm as you please, with his fingers working away at my pussy.
The combination of his fondling me, the luxuriousness of the car, and the exhibitionism of getting fingered in the middle of the city, was a super turn-on for me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my head from side to side. I bit my lip with pleasure. I wished that Slade would drop his pants and fuck me right there in the back seat.
We stopped for a red light. That is, the car stopped, but Slade and I didn't. A kid selling newspapers on the corner saw us. He looked like his staring eyes were going to pop out of his head.
The light turned green, and the car moved forward. Li's electrically amplified voice came through the intercom.
He said, "We are almost at our destination, Mr. Slade."
"Thank you, Li," he said calmly. I moaned with disappointment as he took his finger out of my juicy cunt.
He said, "You just can't get enough of it, can you, Karen?"
"No, I can't, Master," I admitted when I finally caught my breath. "Whether it's pleasure or pain, I can't get enough-of either when it's you that's giving it to me."
"Open your mouth," he said. I did so. He stuck his finger into it, the one that had been working away on my pussy. He said, "Suck it."
I went down on his finger. I really couldn't taste myself on his skin, but I slurped and licked his finger anyway. I only wished that it was his cock instead.
The limousine rolled to a stop. Slade said, "You better pull up your panties, and lower your dress, Karen."
I did so. We were on a quiet side street with quaint brownstones and chic, charming little shops.
Li came around and opened the door. Slade and I got out. I felt weak in the knees, and my pussy was still dripping wet.
Slade took my arm and escorted me to a shop. It was hard to tell that it really was a shop, since the barred window was heavily curtained and the door was solid except for a door knob and a tiny peephole.
Slade pressed the buzzer. A moment later, someone came to the other side of the peephole and scrutinized us through it.
Slade grinned. The door opened. He said, "Go on in."
I stepped inside. It was dark in the vestibule. There was a woman inside. She was dressed all in black, and was thin as a rail.
She had wide, staring eyes, thin lips, and straight brown hair. She had the perfect figure for wearing clothes, long-legged, lean, small-breasted.
She narrowed her eyes and glared suspiciously at me, but her face came alive with pleasure when she saw Slade walk in.
"Ah, Monsieur Matthew!" She clapped her hands in delight and hurried to him. Slade caught her in his arms and embraced her.
He said, "Laurette, lovely as ever!" He pulled her to him and gave her a kiss that made me breathless just to watch it.
It made me jealous, too. Don't forget, that before I fell under Slade's spell, I never took a back seat to any woman in my life, and very few men, either.
When I was with a man, I expected him to treat me like a queen. I could see that I had a lot of things to unlearn before I could become a slave.
I said nothing, but my face burned hot. Slade rubbed Laurette's sharp, pointed breasts. She reached behind him and squeezed his ass.
For a second, I thought that Slade was going to lift her skirt and fuck her right there in the vestibule. I don't think that Laurette would have minded that one little bit, either.
Finally, though, Slade broke the clinch.
Laurette's face was flushed and she was flustered. She fluffed out her hair to cover her agitation.
She made sure that the front door was locked. Then Slade and I followed her into the shop.
What a shop it was! It was a small room, and it seemed as though every inch of it was crowded with expensive lingerie and bizarre, kinky clothes.
I stared in Open-mouthed wonder. There were negligees, and slips, and corsets, and bras, and boots, and garter belts. .
Laurette rested her hands on her skinny hips. She looked like some elongated shadow come to life. But she was very beautiful, in a pale, soulful way.
"So, Matthew, you are very rude," she said. "You have not introduced your little friend."
"A thousand pardons, Madame," Slade said. "Laurette, this is Karen. Karen's been working under me-in more ways than one."
"I can imagine," Laurette said. "But spare me the details." She scrutinized me like a suspicious housewife examining a piece of meat at the butcher's shop to see if it's any good.
Finally, she said, "She is tres charmante, very charming, Matthew. So. What is it that you desire from me?"
"Plenty," Slade said, "but for now, I'd like to have you outfit Karen with a number of suitable outfits for quiet evenings at home."
"Of course," she said. She turned to me. "Take off your clothes, mademoiselle."
I just stared at her. Laurette asked Slade, "Is there something wrong with her hearing, Matthew?"
"No," he said. "She's a novice, just learning the ropes. But she's coming along nicely. Do as the lady says, Karen."
It was strange to me, but if that was what Slade wanted, then that was what I was going to do.
I took off my pretty dress and hung it on a hanger. My flesh tingled as I stood in front of Slade and the Frenchwoman in nothing but my bra and panties.
I reached behind me to unhook my bra, but Laurette said, "I will do that for you, ma belle."
My skin raised all-over goose bumps as Laurette's long, slender fingers deftly unhooked my bra. My breasts tumbled free from the confines of the bra cup.
My nipples hardened the instant that they were exposed to the open air. It was very embarrassing, and I wondered if I should cover them with my hands.
I decided against it, since that would only draw more attention to them. Besides, Slade didn't seem the sort who'd appreciate that kind of false modesty.
After all, he'd already spanked my ass red, fucked my pussy, come in my mouth, and cracked the cherry of my ass. He knew all my secrets.
But I could tell from the meaningful glances he exchanged with Laurette that I was a long, long way from knowing all the secrets of Matthew Slade.
I started to take down my panties, but before I could move, Laurette did the job for me. She took down my panties and lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, unashamed and defiant in my nudity.
I turned to face Slade and Laurette. She smiled thinly as her gaze ran over my body. She said, "As always, Matthew, you have exquisite taste."
"Thank you, Laurette," he said. "Turn around, Karen, so we can look at the marks on your ass."
I did as I was told. Laurette said, "That's not so much. I can hardly see them."
Slade said, "They've faded somewhat since last night. But I know a way that we can put the color back into them."
I cringed when I heard his words. What he did to me in the privacy of my bedroom was one thing, but it was a giant step to go from that to spanking me in front of a total stranger!
For an instant, rebellion flared up inside me, and I was close to picking up my clothes and putting them on and walking away from Slade forever.
Then I remembered all the things he had done to me last night, and all the things he had promised he would do to me, and all the promises I had made to him.
The hell with it, I said to myself. What did I have to lose, anyway? Only my dignity, and that's the first thing a slave has to learn to live without.
So I merely turned and waited silently to see what would happen next.
Slade said, "Do you have a leather strap around the premises, Laurette?"
She laughed merrily. "That's like asking if the Red Army has tanks, or the Pope has crosses!"
He said, "I promised Karen a strapping, and this seems like an excellent time to give it to her. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd get the strap, and something to restrain her, too."
"I have the very things you need," Laurette said happily. She bustled past me, patting me on the bottom as she did so.
She disappeared into the rear of the shop, leaving me alone with Slade for a moment.
Slade said admiringly, "You surprise me, Karen. You're taking this rather better than I expected. You're a very cool customer indeed."
"Isn't that the way that you want me to be, Master?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Except in bed. Then I want you to be as fiery as your ass is going to feel when I get done strapping it."
Laurette returned from the rear of the shop. She was carrying a black leather strap in one hand, and a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs in the other.
Slade examined the devices of restraint and chastisement. "Perfect, Laurette, just perfect. They're exactly what I needed."
Laurette quickly cleared some bolts of fabric from a waist-high counter top. She placed a red velvet cushion on top.
She patted the cushion and motioned to me. "Qimb up here, mon petite, and be quick about it!"
Awkwardly I clambered to the counter top. Laurette had me lay down on my belly with the cushion under my hips and my chin poised on the edge of the counter.
She slipped a smaller, circular pillow under my face, so it wouldn't be pressing against the hard edge of the counter.
She told me to put my hands behind my back. I felt cold steel encircle my wrists. There was a pair of metallic clicks as she snapped the bracelets shut.
Laurette stepped back. "There you are, Matthew. Your beauty is bound for your pleasure and her pain."
Slade said, "I've got a better idea, Laurette. Why don't you strap her? And I can think of a few other things you can do to her as well."
Laurette was glowing with pleasure. She kissed Slade passionately, then said, "You are very gallant, monsieur."
I watched with horror as Laurette took off her black blouse and her black skirt. She wore a black garter belt, and her long legs were sheathed in dark nylons. Her breasts were naked, with sharp, tiny nipples. Her pussy was narrow, and the hair around it was neatly trimmed. She had high, rounded buttocks.
I gasped, "What-what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to teach you a few new tricks, my pretty one," she gloated as she ominously tapped the leather strap against her palm.