She was serious, this gorgeous, sexy, vibrant woman was offering herself to me totally. I
asked her to explain more.”
“If you agree, then I do whatever you want, whenever you want. You can beat me, tie
me, fuck me... anything. You’d own me, like a slave. Anything you told me to do, anything,
I’d do it. If I didn’t obey you I’d deserve and expect to be punished for it. I’d hope
you’d keep me for your own use, but if you wanted someone else to have me, I’d do that
too. You can tell me what to wear, whether I can orgasm or not, what I can eat and drink
if you wanted.”
I’d hardly noticed myself getting so erect as I now was.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Deadly.”
“I’m honoured.”
“You should be. I’ve never offered this to anyone before, but I do want it.”
“You trust me that much?”
“Yes, without question, and I’ll prove it to you if you want.”
“How will you do that?”
“Can I demonstrate?”
“Go ahead.”
She stood and went to what we called the toy cupboard. I’d had them fitted to most
rooms in the house. They were just unobtrusive cupboards with ropes, cuffs, gags and the
odd whip inside. She pulled out ropes and a ball gag and came back to me.
“Will you tie me up, really tight, please?”
Well, I was never one to refuse a lady. She settled down on her front at the side of
the pool and at her request I tied her wrists behind her, then tied her arms together
above her elbows. Next, her ankles and above her knees. Finally she asked me to strap on
the ball gag, then she would watch me while I showed her how well I could swim.
When I was finished I walked back to the deep end again and got ready to dive in -
not easy with a thumping great erection in front of you! I hit the surface and went under,
coming up again half way down and turning to watch the beauty of Sarah tied up on the pool
side. She moaned across to me and wiggled her legs up and down, as if to say, “Here I am,
your captive.” So this was her proof of ownership? I didn’t understand, she was just tied
up and gagged. But she had something else planned. As I watched, she rolled on her side
towards the water. I called out a warning, but she toppled over the side and under the
surface.
It took me only seconds to reach her, by which time she was near the bottom. I
struck down and lifted her up, holding the side to keep us up. I was furious.
“What the hell d’you think you were doing? You could have drowned!”
“You wouldn’t let me drown. I trust you,” she said when I’d pulled the gag off her.
“That was proof of how much I trust you, and how I’m prepared to put myself entirely at
your mercy.”
“Don’t ever do that again!”
“OK, if you say so. Just hold me, please.”
So I did hold her and she nestled into me, her arms and legs still tied. I didn’t
stay angry for long. It was a kind of proof of devotion, even if a bit false. OK, so I
saved her life, but I would have done the same for anyone, even Marie, and I can’t stand
her. But I accepted her gift, her proof. I walked slowly round the chest-deep part of the
pool, with the buoyancy of the water making Sarah feel very lightweight. Eventually we
went back to the shallow end and I carried her out and sat her on the steps, warning her
not to do anything stupid again.
I went and poured us some coffee and came back to her.
“Can I ask you another favour?” she said.
“As long as it’s not life-threatening,” I smiled back.
“No, it’s not.” She paused, as if plucking up courage. “Can I call you ‘Master’?”
I felt a surge of lust at the very sound of the word. Such a simple word, yet it
evoked everything I sought to be - powerful, in control, wanted.
“You want to?”
“Yes... Please.”
“Then yes, you may.”
She struggled up to kiss me. “Thank you, Master,” she said happily. “I’ve never
called anyone that before. Two asked if I would, but it never felt right before.”
I took stock as I drank my coffee and helped Sarah drink hers. She wanted to be
owned, to do whatever I asked, and she wanted me to be her master. Right then I’d have
given up all my winnings for this, except I didn’t have to. I suddenly wondered, was that
what this was all about? My money? I had to know.
“Sarah...”
“Yes, my Master?” she grinned.
“Don’t be offended at this question, but I have to know.”
“I told you, I’ll obey anything, including answering questions.”
“This devotion... this desire to be owned by me.... Would you feel the same if I
hadn’t won all that money?”
If she was offended, she hid it well.
“I can’t blame you for asking that, but please believe me, it has nothing to do with
money. I won’t ask for money, I won’t ask for gifts, anything apart from you owning me. I
want you because I need you. That’s all, OK?”
“OK.” I was happy with that, and I believed her too. I made her agree never to do
anything dangerous again and she promised. And I told her she must be punished for pulling
that stunt. She saw the meaning in that. I reckoned simplicity was in order, pulling her
up and over my lap before spanking her soundly with the flat of my hand. She took it all
without a murmur, keeping as still as the pain from my blows allowed her to be. I made her
count the blows, without telling her how many she would have. I finished at 25, for no
other reason than I decided to finish there. She made no move to get up as I caressed her
bottom and insinuated a finger into her pussy, finding her warm and very wet. That made
her moan.
“How long do you think you could stay tied up?” I asked her, an idea forming in my
mind.
“It depends on the position,” she started, to be cut short by a stinging slap.
“How long...?”
“As long as you wish, Master.”
“Better.” I continued pushing my fingers in and out of her. “We’d have to find a
position where you didn’t get cramps and where your circulation was OK. You game to try
some day?”
“Yes Master.”
God, I loved this!
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