Danica Williams

The Master

She shivered at the command in his voice. This was supposed to be a business meeting of equals, but Harland Wells had no equals. He was not arrogant, and his manners and clothing were European and impeccable…and as far as Samantha Gordon was concerned, he was the sexiest man she had ever met. She was wondering how she was going to explain the wet spot in her panties to her husband Ron when she got home…and in the mood she was in, Ron was going to be ravaged when she arrived.

Sam had arrived at the elegant restaurant with two other attorneys to discuss the needs of Wells International during its expansion into the Savannah area. She was well dressed in an expensive designer little black dress that she could wear to parties, combined with a black bolero jacket that permitted it to masquerade as formal business wear. Modest black three inch heels gave her already gorgeous legs an even more shapely look. Her sandy brown hair hung to her shoulders with a classic pageboy cut curled inwards at the bottom enhanced her high cheekbones and intense green eyes. The only jewelry she wore was a strand of perfect white pearls around her neck.

They were guided to a private dining room with heavy curtains and an elegantly set table. Real china and silver adorned the table, and the tablecloth and napkins were crisply starched linen. An assortment of wines was arrayed across a serving table, all opened and breathing. An incredibly old bottle of brandy and snifters sat there as well.

Wells had taken control of the conversation from the moment of introductions. After dinner had been served, Wells instructed the wait staff to leave the room and that they were not to be disturbed. The self locking door closed quietly behind them.

Sam had barely been able to focus on the details of his requirements, although she had managed to scribble the important details on a scratch pad that had been provided for her along with a very expensive pen with Wells International’s logo on it.

Wells had a habit of cocking his head to one side when he was thinking, exposing the sprinkling of gray in his wavy dark hair to the soft lights of the restaurant. At the moment, his steely gray eyes were boring into Sam’s, and she realized that it made her feel naked…and she liked it. She took a sip of her brandy and unconsciously her legs spread a little under the table. If Harland had been really looking, he would have been able to clearly see the lacy black thong she was wearing.

Sam was glad that she had decided to wear the bolero jacket, because her nipples had been pushing against the little black dress from the moment he had shaken her hand. The bold stare of this stranger actually gave her the desire to display herself before him like an ancient slave girl before her master. The utter ridiculousness of the idea made her mentally snort, but the image wouldn’t leave her mind.

“I think I have covered my requirements plainly,” he said. “I expect to hear your thoughts and propositions on my needs by Monday. If you have nothing further…?” All three of them thanked him as they stood up and gathered their notepads, and they walked towards the door. When they reached the door, Wells said, “Excuse me Mrs. Gordon, could you stay behind for a moment?” Sam inhaled sharply, “You’re a happily married woman,” she thought, “this is wrong.”

“Of course,” Samantha told him, frightened and exhilarated at the same time.

The other two filed out silently and Wells led her back to the table. Instead of waiting for her to sit as he had before dinner, Wells sat down in his chair and crossed his left leg over his right knee. He sat there calmly as he looked her up and down. If anyone else had done that to her she would have been incensed. Harland Wells inspired a different feeling in her altogether.

She watched his eyes undress her and she instinctively posed for him, her legs apart, her hips and breasts thrust towards him, her hands on her hips. “Take off your jacket Mrs. Gordon,” he said softly. There was that command in his voice again, and she would no more have thought of disobeying him than she would have cut her own throat. She reached for her bolero jacket, her purse and notebook falling to the floor.

“Slowly,” he said, “this is for my pleasure, and for yours.”

Her arms thrust out behind her and the jacket slid slowly to the floor.

“Raise the front of your dress and show me your panties,” he said. Her blood froze. The urge to grab her jacket and run was strong. Her unwilling desire, her lust to obey him was stronger.

Her hands moved to the hem of her dress, and slowly, she raised it until the black lacy thongs were exposed to his eyes. His finger made a circling motion in the air and she turned, keeping her eyes locked on his. Without being told to, she moved her hands to her sides and began to slide the back of her skirt up until the white cheeks of her ass were exposed to him.

“Bend over,” he whispered. Sam shivered as she leaned forward, bending at the waist and twisting to keep her eyes locked with the steely gray orbs of Harland Wells. She had to bite her lip against the exquisite pleasure from the thin strap of her thong pressing against her labia and the utter thrill of submission to this masterful mans’ will. An inner voice cried out in indignance at being used, at being an object, but the voice was slowly being beaten into submission by her own perverse desires. For the first time in her life she was totally owned.

“Show me your breasts, Mrs. Gordon.”

Sam turned and stood erect, her legs spread apart, and she reached slowly for the spaghetti straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. She peeled the dress down, relieving the pressure against the sensitive nipples and exposing her small, perfectly formed breasts. Another thrill coursed through her and she gasped at the sharpness of it. She was shamelessly thrusting her naked breasts out for this gorgeous man to see…she, who would normally have put on a sweater to hide the fact that they were hard from the guys at the office!

Wells said nothing, he simply gazed steadily at her. Sam’s pussy was in an uproar, the muscles in it contracting and the dampness between her legs had become a flood, her panties soaking in her fluids. For the first time Sam looked at the crotch of Wells’ pants, trying to see if her nakedness was stimulating him. His pants were cut full, his legs were still crossed, and Sam felt frustration at not being able to tell if he was affected by her show of wantonness. “Am I going crazy?” she asked herself, “This is insane!”

Wells gestured nonchalantly at the dress, and Samantha swayed and wriggled the dress over her hips. When she stood, her hips thrust forward and she could smell her own aroma rising from her pussy. “My god, I want him,” she thought. All thought of Ron, her marriage, her career fled her in a cloud of lust.

“The panties,” Wells said. Slowly, teasingly, she slid the panties down her legs, and when they were around her ankles, she lifted one foot out of them, and kicked them away with the other. She drew her hands up past her pussy, over her taut breasts, and raised them above her head, gathering her hair in her hands and gathering it behind her head.

Wells gazed at her, drinking in her loveliness. “It’s too soon,” he thought, “she just thinks she’s giving in, but she’s not giving in to me, she’s giving in to her fantasy.” Wells stared at her, apparently unaffected by her nudity. “On your knees,” he commanded.

Sam knelt proudly before him, knowing her body was perfect, knowing she was desirable. She was right in front of him but his damned legs were crossed and she couldn’t detect any sing of hardness in his crotch. She looked from his crotch to his eyes and saw no trace of emotion.

Wells’ finger stabbed out at a button on the table, and a voice immediately responded to him from an overhead speaker. “Yes Mr. Wells.”

“Send Wilhelm in, I will buzz him through when he knocks.”

Sam looked up in panic. A stranger was coming in and she was naked! She reached for her dress and a harsh command from Wells froze her hand in midair. “Stop!”

“I did not tell you to cover yourself,” he said firmly, “Wilhelm is an old and trusted acquaintance.

A rush of rebellion flashed through Sam and she half rose to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise!” he said.

Sam sat back down on her knees, her head hanging and tears of humiliation running down her cheeks.

A knock at the door was followed by a buzzing sound and a tall blonde man entered the room, the snick of the automatic lock sounding behind him. He walked directly to Wells without looking at Sam.

“Show Mrs. Gordon your cock Wilhelm,” Wells said casually. Sam looked up in horror as she heard Wilhelm’s zipper slide down. She felt rage rise within her until she met Well’s eyes. Everything about him commanded her to submit to his will, and in spite of her horror she felt the heat spread through her loins. She looked away first.

“Look at his cock Mrs. Gordon,” Wells ordered her.

Sam turned her head to gaze at Wilhelm’s swollen cock, and she gasped at its size. She had never seen a cock so huge, even in the porn movies Ron loved to watch. Sam was torn, her mind filled with revulsion, desire, and an involuntary lust that surprised her with its intensity.

“She still seems a little reluctant Wilhelm, put it in her hand,” Wells ordered. Wilhelm twisted Sam and dropped his trousers to the floor. His swollen monster was inches from her parted lips, and he reached down and lifted her small hand to the thick shaft. Sam’s fingers couldn’t quite touch her thumb.

Real heat flashed through Samantha’s entire body. Here she was, in strange surroundings, naked and on her knees before two handsome and powerful strangers. She was powerless to refuse them anything, and, strangely, she felt absolved of any guilt…what could she do but obey them? The huge cock throbbed in her hand and she began to salivate, her lips parting more. She waited for the order she knew would come soon. Her grip on Wilhelm tightened spastically.

“Suck it,” Wells commanded. Samantha’s head slipped forward and her lips covered Wilhelm’s swollen glands. Her other hand reached to grasp the thick flesh, and her seeking tongue sought entrance to the glans through the slit in the head. She felt it jerk when her tongue slid over the wrinkle of flesh beneath the head, and she returned to it instantly. Sam turned her eyes to Wells as she sucked, thrilling at the intense stare in them. Knowing he was watching made her feel sexual in a way she never had before. Her own body had become an instrument of pleasure for three people, she was free!

“More,” Wells commanded, “suck more of it into your mouth!”

Sam pushed down on the cock, her lips drawing it deeper into her mouth. She had learned to deep throat Ron after years of practice, but there was no way this thing would fit, it was just too big…but she could get more in. She shoved her head down, loving the taste and the feel of her mouth being stretched.

Wilhelm gasped as Sam enthusiastically swallowed his cock. Most women stopped before they had this much in their mouths, and Sam’s eagerness and effort stimulated him incredibly. With his hands on her head, he began to thrust into her mouth. Sam’s eyes widened as she took more of him into her mouth, and her pussy quivered in anticipation…she knew where this swollen man-flesh was going next and she craved it.

Sam reached for Wilhelm’s large ball sack, hefting the heavy balls and feeling them churning. They were swollen with cum and his male smell was driving her mad. She wanted him inside of her, but she was reluctant to take him out of her mouth, the fluid leaking from his cock was sweet, tasting almost like honeyed almonds.

“Take your time Mrs. Gordon, Wilhelm is good for more than one ejaculation in an evening,” Wells told her, “I have decided that I wish to see him cum in your mouth.”

Sam’s whole body shuddered at Wells’ words, hearing him speaking of what she desired had actually increased her desire for it, and she assaulted Wilhelm’s engorged prick with every trick and tactic she could remember.

“Ahhhh,” said Wells, “the slut in you comes out at last.” Sam lifted Wilhelm’s balls and licked at the perineum at the end of the seam of his ball sack, his asshole just past it. She nodded her head at Wells’ comment as her delicate tongue probed at Wilhelm’s anal opening. “So, you like being my slut do you?” he said softly. Sam nodded her head as her hand stroked the massive organ and her tongue continued its’ probing. “Say it!” Wells commanded in a strong voice that made her quiver again.

“I’m your slut,” Samantha said breathlessly, “I love being your slut.” She stopped what she was doing and turned to Wells, a pleading look on her face. “Really?” she asked, “are you really going to let him cum in my mouth?” Wells nodded. Samantha turned and gazed again at Wilhelm’s cock…and then she attacked. Every trick she knew, everything she had seen the sluts do in the movies, everything she’d ever heard whispered in girl’s locker rooms in her life, she did to Wilhelm’s cock. In the end he was overwhelmed, squeezing her nipples almost to the point of pain he pulled her head down on his swollen monster and he began to spew the scalding white viscous fluid into her sucking mouth. Her mouth flooded, Samantha began to scream around the liquid explosion, her orgasm so hard that her stomach began to cramp…and even that pain heightened the pleasure of her orgasm. When her orgasm subsided she was still sucking at the thick cream around the huge cock, splashing it out through her mouth and around the thick mass of flesh. Wilhelm’s cock never softened.

Samantha sat back on her heels panting, her hands still feverishly stroking the undiminished cock, her eyes wide in amazement. She felt of the heavy ball sack and knew there was more cum in them. Sam rubbed the head on her breasts as she wiped at the cum that had spurted through her nose. Her chest and arms covered with the overflow.

“Did you enjoy that Mrs. Gordon,” Wells asked her. Timidly, her hands still full of Wilhelm, Samantha nodded. She smiled inwardly as Wells uncrossed his legs, and she could see that his own cock was swollen and pushing his pants out. She knew she would have Wells inside her before this night was over, but right now she had to find a way to get Wilhelm’s thickness inside her clenching pussy. At least, she hoped Wells would allow her to fuck Wilhelm.

“So Mrs. Gordon, do you think you would like to experience Wilhelm’s generous manhood in your delightful pussy?” Wells asked her. Even though she expected Wilhelm to fuck her she shivered with excitement at Wells’ words. She nodded. “Beg him for it Mrs. Gordon, tell him how badly you want his cock…and then tell him what you want him to do with it.”

Samantha nearly came again. Never, even with her lovers before her husband, had she come right out and told someone what she wanted done to her. Of course she had guided their hands, lips, fingers, tongue and cocks to where she wanted them, and she had encouraged them with the proper sighs and moans…but she had never baldly stated what she wanted in plain terms.

She stood facing Wilhelm, placed her hands on his shoulders and climbed his tall frame. He made no effort to help her. Hitching her hips up over his undiminished dick, she straddled it. Her labia spread to either side of it and the entire weight of her body rested on her clit…the firm contact made her convulse helplessly against his massive chest and her fingers contracted as she grabbed instinctively at his shoulders for balance.

Her hands encircled his thick neck and her legs locked behind the small of his back, lessening the weight suspended on his cock. Pulling herself upward she brought her mouth to his ear and nibbled at it, her rigid nipples stimulated by brushing against his starched white shirt.

“Fuck me Wilhelm,” she breathed, “I want you to stick that beautiful cock inside me and fuck me slow and deep.”

“You’re going to have to speak louder Mrs. Gordon,” Wells said, I cannot hear you.”

“I want your cock,” Samantha said in a louder voice, and her soaking wet clit, no longer supporting the weight of her entire body, began to rub frantically along the swollen member. “Stick it in me and fuck me Wilhelm,” she said. “I want you to stick that monster in me so far that I can feel it in my throat.” Surprised at the vehemence in her own voice, Sam began to gyrate wildly on Wilhelm, every part of her skin now an active and sensitive receptor. Even Wilhelm’s harsh breathing down the back of her neck was infuriatingly sexual.

Wilhelm knelt down, and she helped him as he removed his shirt, gasping as he revealed and unbelievably muscled chest and the most rigid six pack of abs she had ever seen. Her hands flew over him and her voice changed from demanding to pleading. There was nothing between them now, and each molecule of their flesh was a mass of raw sensation.

“I need you big cock inside me,” she plead. “Fuck my pussy Wilhelm! Fuck me!” Wilhelm put both hands on her breasts, and settled the huge glands against her clit, prodding at it. She felt the smoothness of it pressing between her pussy lips, and she writhed her midsection, trying to capture it and pull him inside her. She sobbed in frustration as his strength held the big head just outside the entrance to her sucking pussy.

Wilhelm had made love to many women, but none had ever tried his skills the way this green eyed, pearl wearing demon had. The delicate sucking of her pussy lips and the wet kiss of her clit on the sensitive head of his cock was almost more than he could bear. He had to hold himself rigid and concentrate on the ice and snow of the mountains he had climbed as a boy to keep from spilling his seed again.

Samantha whole world centered on the head of the huge cock now, nothing else existed for her. Raw excitement flooded her every nerve ending as she prepared herself to be split by the massive cock. The actual penetration was almost anticlimactic. Slowly, her soft lips were spread and Wilhelm was entering her, filling her slowly, each millimeter of penetration revealing new sensations in both their bodies. Sam’s arms and legs were flung wide, and she wriggled and hunched, drawing his cock inside her.

“No way,” she thought, “No way is this giant going to fit inside me.” Regardless of what her mind said, her body kept pulling him in. All too soon the swollen glands rested against her cervix, pushing at it. Sam trembled at first, wondering if there was any way to get this hard hot shaft of flesh into her womb…her hand slipped between them and curled around his cock. At least the width of her hand was still outside her convulsing pussy. Sam went berserk. Her last conscious thought as she imploded into a universe of ecstasy was that she must look like she was having an epileptic seizure.

Wells watched as Samantha Gordon flailed beneath Wilhelm on the floor. She was exciting to watch, more exciting than most. If her husband had not already paid him such a huge sum for this training session, he would gladly have done it for free. Wells International supported his lifestyle, but it was generally run by its board of directors, leaving him free to pursue his “hobby” as he liked to call it. He had pursued his knowledge of submissives in private institutes all over the world, from France to Sri Lanka, from Bangkok to Los Angeles. He had finally emerged as one of the top three experts in this arcane field of knowledge, and his services were greatly sought after. Idly, he wondered if he would have sex with this new subbie. A moment later he laughed at himself. Of course he was going to fuck her!

Samantha lay on the floor, bearing the weight of Wilhelm’s muscular body gladly. Idly, she stroked his longish blonde hair as she regained her breath. She looked up and saw Wells watching her. Warmth suffused her body as she watched him stare at every part of her that wasn’t covered by Wilhelm’s body. She smiled at Wells, a knowing, seductive smile that acknowledged his desire to see all of her. She pushed Wilhelm off of her, groaning regretfully as the flaccid member slipped from her grasping pussy. There was a new game for her to play.

When Wilhelm was rolled over onto his back, he came to and quickly dressed. At a nod from Harland Wells, he left the room without a word. Samantha ignored him, her sparkling green eyes were locked on Harland’s gray ones.

Wells walked to the wine table and picked up a hand towel from its position, wrapped around one of the ice filled wine coolers, and returned to his seat. His legs were positioned straight in front of him. He held up the towel and beckoned her to him.

Samantha placed her hands on the floor and began to rise.

“Not that way!” Harland said in a stern voice. Samantha looked at him oddly.

“On your knees.”

Samantha was thrilled at the words, though she couldn’t explain why. Prior to this insane event, if anyone had even hinted that she would participate in something even remotely resembling what she had gone through tonight she would have clawed their eyes out and spit on their pain ridden bodies. The only thing she knew right now was that she wanted, she had to please this man.

Never taking her eyes from his, she crawled on her hands and knees to sit at his feet.

Harland was excited at what he saw. Her ass wiggled invitingly as she crawled, very slowly and deliberately to him. Her firm breasts pointed downwards, barely shaking as she crawled. Her face was a picture of raw sexuality, and he could feel it at the base of his spine. She was a magnificent subbie.

He handed her the towel and she took it from him in her teeth, crawling back a couple of feet so he could see her better. Sam let the towel fall to her lap as she sat up and removed her three inch heels. The only other thing she had on was the cum spattered strand of pearls.

She lifted her hair back, more to put her proud breasts on display than to repair any damage to her hair do, and then started to rub down her entire body, starting with her face. Her forehead and cheeks still bore traces of Wilhelm’s cum, and she wiped them first. Dropping the towel, she removed the strand of pearls and sucked the cum off them slowly, keeping her eyes on him, and watching for signs of his approval. When the pearls were spotless, she put them back on.

Wells watched as she used the towel to dry herself, noting with pleasure that she carefully watched him. Lingering on a breast or thigh when he showed a particular interest in what she was showing. Wells had worked for years with women who couldn’t grasp the subtleties that seemed to come naturally to this woman. When she had finally rubbed the towel over her dainty feet, he beckoned to her with his forefinger.

Samantha crawled slowly to him as she had before. When she reached him she asked permission only with her eyes, and he nodded. She lay her head in his lap, the hard length of him against her soft cheek. Wells hardened against the gentle pressure of her face.

Samantha had wondered if her pussy would ever tighten back up after being invaded by Wilhelm’s massive cock, but even now she could feel it contracting back into its normal shape. The contraction was expelling an enormous amount of cum from inside her and she surreptitiously mopped at it with the towel.

“Suck my cock Mrs. Gordon,” Wells instructed her. Sam unzipped his pants, and reached inside. She felt his hard member and her excitement welled up inside her…this cock was more the size she was used to, it was almost the same size as Ron’s. A brief pang of guilt passed quickly through her, and she pulled away from his cock.

“Suck it!” he commanded. Samantha swallowed this smaller cock without hesitation, the thick head passing her soft palate quickly and easily. Wells thrilled at the feeling of her throat encompassing his cock. She pulled her head up until only the tip remained in her mouth, and her dancing tongue swirled around the head and briefly explored the slit. With no warning at all she swooped down and her tight lips were encircling the base of his cock. She struggled to lap at his balls while her nose bumped against his pelvic bone.

Her throat muscles worked at his dick and she scratched and pulled at his pants. He stood, her head still thrusting up and down on the hard shaft, and dropped his pants around his ankles. Samantha was now free to caress and pull at his balls, and she enthusiastically hefted the orbs. She panted around his shaft; there was more cum here for her, and she suddenly needed it. She could still taste Wilhelm’s thick cum with its aftertaste of honeyed almonds, but there was no hint yet of what Wells would taste of.

Wells couldn’t believe the sensations Samantha Gordon’s sucking mouth and throat were sending through his penis. He had been serviced by some of the most sophisticated courtesans in the world, but this woman had something indefinably different. His control was legendary in some circles, but Samantha was forcing him to cum after only moments of activity.

She felt the tremor first in the ballsack she held in her small hand. The orbs began to jerk inside their skin sack and she felt the base of his cock harden spasmodically. The rush of his cum spilling into her throat surprised her, and she gulped reflexively at the flow. He tasted of nothing at all, but the warmth pleased her and the consistency was soothing. Samantha left the swollen member in her throat as he emptied himself.

Wells slumped forward in total satisfaction as she sucked the remnants of his sperm from his softening cock. He ran his hands across the bare skin of her back, and reached underneath her to caress her small perfect breasts. When his hand wandered southwards, her hips jerked at the touch of his fingers on her clit. Surprised at her reaction after such a vigorous sexual encounter, his middle finger explored further and encountered the throbbing rim of her anus. Samantha’s reaction to the exploration both fascinated and excited him.

She felt his finger at the rosebud of her ass and she froze, not even breathing. Samantha Gordon had never allowed the thought of anal sex to pass through the portals of her brain. It was dirty, both morally and sanitarily…wasn’t it? It was forbidden, taboo, beyond the constraints of her society…and suddenly she wanted a hard cock in that orifice desperately. Without thinking at all she thrust her hips downwards on the probing digit, swallowing it to the first knuckle and squeezing it. A loud moan escaped her lips, and she tore her mouth from his semi hard cock. “Please,” she begged, “fuck my ass!” Her whole body throbbed.

Wells said nothing, he simply sat there stunned. The stigma against anal sex in society is strong, despite its presence in porn movies, and one of the most difficult taboos to break for most people. Samantha Gordon sobbed and forced her rim down until his entire finger was buried in her ass. She shook with desire.

Wells stood and pushed Samantha’s upper body onto the seat of the chair. Her ass, suddenly empty of the intruding finger, seemed literally to be gasping to be filled. He pushed the head of his newly swollen cock against the flexing rosebud and slid in as easily as it had into her mouth earlier. Samantha’s mouth opened in a silent scream, not of pain, but of shear excitement as she felt him penetrate her virgin anus. Gripping the seat of the chair she slammed her hips back against his engorged cock, burying it in her ass. The resulting pleasure was so intense she thought she might cum.

Harland Wells thrust mightily into her ass, and held it in deep as he removed his coat and tie. When he was fully naked, he reached for her waist and began to pound into her ass.

“Oh my god,” Samantha cried, “that’s it, fuck my ass.” Her hands gripped the seat of the chair, her breasts swinging with each stroke. “More!” Sam sobbed, “I’ll do anything you want, anything, just cum in my ass!” Wells slammed into her rhythmically. “Shoot it in me, cum in my ass, I need your cum!” Sam was moaning hysterically, her voice rising, and on her final word she squeezed the muscles of her anus as hard as she could. When Wells felt the squeeze, he began to spray the inside of her colon with scalding sperm. Sam felt as if her head was coming apart and she screamed her pleasure loud and long.

She lay senseless on the floor as Wells dressed himself. He dropped another towel on the floor beside her, and she groped ineffectively at his pants leg as he stepped away from her.

Eventually she sat up and began to wipe herself off with the towel he had dropped. She didn’t try to dress herself, Harland Wells had not given her permission to dress. Sam sat quietly on her knees, her hand demurely on her thighs…waiting for his return.

“I’m telling you Ron, in twenty five years of research I have never seen anything like it. She has completely turned; the only thing she isn’t doing is calling me master…which I haven’t asked her to do. “That’s something that should only be demanded by her true master Ron,” he cautioned.

They had met online two years before in a chat room. Ron had felt that he was losing Samantha to the demanding attorneys’ world she worked in. Increasingly she had seemed to spurn his requests for her time, and responded to the demands of her firm’s owner. He watched her as she meticulously obeyed the orders of people above her in the chain, and delighted in the demands of judges and other people in positions of authority.

Ron began to keep an eye on the books she read for pleasure, and the movies she watched. The final key to the puzzle had fallen into place when she had left her laptop on her desk when she went on one of her many dinner meetings. Ron was a Systems Analyst for a major telecommunications company, and computers were no mystery to him. With no small amount of guilt at the invasion of her privacy, he began to uncover the websites she had visited in the small hours of the morning when she was “working” at her desk.

He was not really surprised to find that the website she spent so much time on specialized in submissive videos. By the time he had watched several of them she had visited over several months time, he had established a pattern in her fantasies.

He had sought out Harland Wells because of his reputation and cultivated a relationship with him, and over time a plan had been developed. The price was rather steep, but the cost had been cut considerably by Harland’s corporate visit to Savannah. The results from the session were unbelievable.

“She is ready now Ron, to be introduced to her new master,” Wells told him, “but you should not come in till I call for you.” Ron had watched Samanthas’ entire performance behind a one way mirror. Ron smiled in anticipation. His training as a Master had taken place over the last year and a half over the internet.

Harland Wells strode into the room full of confidence and vitality. Samantha could feel it oozing from him. “What are you going to do when I’m gone Mrs. Gordon?” Samantha acted as if she didn’t really understand the question, but she was playing for time…she hadn’t begun to consider what would come next. She did know that there was no way she could go back to her normal life at this point. Sam hung her head reflectively, still in her submissive posture.

“I have decided to resolve your problem for you,” Wells said, “and fortunately for you, your new Master won’t require too great an adjustment to fit into your current life. Sam looked up at Wells as he produced a collar, a beautiful polished, black leather collar that would grace her slender throat and mark her as her owner’s personal property. In spite of her trepidation, (she was after all, a married woman, and a professional attorney) she was excited at the prospect of meeting her new Master. There was no question of refusing, Harland had ordered it. Once she had been collared, she was committed.

Harland stood and removed a black silk handkerchief from his coat pocket, then tied it tightly over her eyes. Samantha knelt in a more formal submissive posture, more erect. She was still on her knees, her hands behind her back, though her feet were crossed behind her and she was more erect. When the blindfold was tied, Harland beckoned Ron into the room. Wells spoke for the final time. “Mrs. Gordon, you are in the presence of your new Master. He is going to collar you and stake his claim to you, and henceforth you will obey his every command. You will only remove this collar with his permission.” Wells turned on his heel and left the room.

Samantha could hear her Master breathing, and her nipples hardened as she felt the collar being fastened on her neck. Her head moved forward as she sought contact with his fingers, but he eluded her. Her pussy, which she had dried off so carefully with the towel Wells had given her, began to drip and her excitement became unbearable. When the collar was fastened she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a rustling as she smelled the male scent of an uncovered penis near her mouth. When the erect organ touched her lips she devoured it in a frenzy…and stopped…she knew this penis.

The blindfold was removed and she looked up into her husband’s face. Rage suffused her pretty face as she realized he had set this up and she began to rise to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise,” Ron’s voice echoed with command, breaking her rage, giving her no choice but to submit to his will. “Suck it,” he commanded in the same tone.

“Yes Master,” Samantha Gordon said. She sucked at the intruding organ, and she didn’t stop until she felt her Master’s cum shooting wildly into her mouth. She came with him.

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Danica Williams
The Master