The Accidental Master

Part One
It all began with Angela

Chapter 1

The First Day

I was in a hurry to get home. I was out of food and needed to stock up on beer and snacks before the game started. I was never sure who would show up to watch the game. Sometimes the house might be overflowing and sometimes I would sit and watch the game alone. I had, however, a reputation of having an open-door policy for friends during a game and that meant I needed to stock up.

Just as I was grabbing a case of beer from the cooler, I heard a woman scream “Oh my God!” I jerked around to see what was happening, only to see this beautiful woman kneeling on the ground in front of me and grabbing for my leg.

I tried to step back from her, thinking she must have dropped something, or be in pain, but once she had a hold on my leg, she wasn’t about to let go.

“Master!” she cried out.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, warily looking around.

She shook her head as if she were trying to clear it. Then she looked up. When she did, I was treated to the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen.

“What have you done to me?” she asked, her face showing a great deal of pain. She seemed to struggle to get the words out.

By now, I was more than a little freaked out. I mean, I was born and raised in the South and nobody says Master anymore! I started looking around for some hidden camera, thinking that I might be on one of those reality TV shows where they embarrass people then show it on TV.

There wasn’t anyone else in the store. The place was deserted, so I ruled out the reality TV show prank.

“Please tell me what you did to me Master!” she cried out again.

“Please be quiet.” I said, not wanting to draw attention to the situation. “I didn’t do anything to you. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

And that’s when it got really strange. She looked up at me like she was going to say something else, but when she opened her mouth no sound came out.

Then the panicked look in her eyes got a lot worse.

She jerked around and grabbed at her purse and I started to back away from her. For some reason I paused. Something was nagging me about the whole situation. Here was a very attractive young woman, kneeling on the floor at my feet, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and exposed two very nice legs and the hint of stockings underneath. And she had called me “Master”.

About then I noticed that she had pulled out a pen and a deposit slip and was furiously writing on it.

I stepped close and she handed me the slip of paper. It read, “I am not crazy but something has happened to me so that I can’t speak.”

Then she grabbed it back and wrote something else on it, like inspiration had just hit her. When she handed it back it read, “You told me to be quiet. Now I can’t speak. Please, humor me and tell me I can talk again.”

I looked at her and noticed she was on the verge of tears. Then she bent down and placed her forehead on the toe of my shoe. Not knowing what else to do, I leaned over and said, “You may talk, but only if you promise to keep your voice down.”

She looked up, with trepidation in her eyes, opened her mouth, and very quietly said “Thank you Master.”

“Why are you calling me Master?” I asked her. “I don’t know you. Do I?”

“No, Master, we have never met.” I noticed that now she was crying as she spoke quietly to me. “I don’t know what is happening. I have never had anything like this happen before, but I was just walking down the aisle, thinking about what to get myself for dinner. When I saw you and I felt this need, like a terrible pain in my head. I was compelled to come over and kneel before you.”

I wasn’t convinced and it must have shown on my face. Maybe the fact that I was still looking around for the hidden camera and the TV crew gave away my disbelief. Whatever it was, she continued.

“Master, I am sorry for the discomfort this is causing you. I have tried not to call you Master, but I can’t seem to say anything else. And I don’t know your name.” She sobbed and placed her forehead on the ground. “I must seem insane.”

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt beside her. “Listen, why don’t you stand up, we’ll finish our shopping and then we’ll go outside and talk about this. Alright?”

She nodded, relief apparent on her face. “Yes, Master. That would be wonderful.”

I stood back up and held out my hand to her to help her stand up. She reached out, but when she touched my hand, it was like an electric shock that ran through me. I jerked back my hand, which caused her to slip and fall into me. I then fell backwards and over the case of beer I had placed on the floor.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor with my head in a woman’s lap, her long brown hair falling down around her face and mine and she was crying and caressing my face.

“What happened, Angela?” I asked.

Then I remembered what had happened and started to get up, but when I tried to move, she grabbed me.

“How did you know my name?” she asked with a fierce look in her eyes, causing her bright blue eyes to burn with fire.

Her question was a good one. How did I know her name? I thought back again, looking at her face and trying to remember if we had ever met before.

“What did you do to me?” she asked again, still quietly, but with anger in it. “How did you know my name and what did you do to me Master?”

“If you are mad at me, then quit calling me Master.” I said to her rather vehemently as I pulled away from her and started to stand. “I don’t know how I know your name, I didn’t do anything to you and, to the best of my knowledge, we have never met. Now leave me alone!”

I grabbed my case of beer and started to walk away, not even looking back at her. I was convinced that this was some kind of con game. With the shock that had knocked me out and then her reaction when I woke up, I figured someone was setting me up.

I got to the front of the store and quickly paid for the beer and snack food I already had in my basket and then headed out for my car. Realizing that I was late, I started to rush home in order to get there in time for tip-off.

As I was walking out to my car, I heard someone running up behind me and as I turned, I saw Angela running to catch up to me. She was holding her head with one hand and clutching her purse and keys with the other. She was saying something but I couldn't tell what it was over the traffic noise from the highway.

“Please wait. Oh god, please wait, Master,” she said repeatedly as she neared, “Please just let me talk to you for a minute.”

I turned and started to unlock my car, hoping to get in it and lock the door before she got to me, but she sprinted the last few yards and threw herself at my feet before I could get the keys in the door.

“Please wait. Something happened to me when you left. I got this terrible pain in my head and the further away you got, the worse the pain was. I was screaming in my head, until I got up to follow you, but all that came out was this quiet voice.”

“Let go of me.” I replied angrily. “What do you want from me?”

“Master, I am so sorry this is causing you distress.” She sobbed. “I don’t know what is happening to me. I must be going insane.” With that, she broke down and cried, great sobs pouring from her.

Now I knew at that instant that I could walk away and know that she was going to go to an insane asylum or jail, or I could try to help her. For a moment, just a moment, I thought about leaving her there, letting the police deal with her. But then again, she might follow me and stalk me, so it was best to just deal with whatever was going on. Besides, what would it be like to have a slave? How would it feel to have someone who was compelled to carry out your every command?

I looked at this poor woman who was crying on my pants and shoes and how much distress she was in, so of course, I decided to try and help her.

“Please stop crying,” I said. “Stop crying and stand up. I promise to stay here until we can figure out what is happening, Angela.”

To my amazement, that is exactly what she did. It was like turning off a switch in her brain. She was simply no longer crying. She stood up and brushed herself off, trying to fix her stocking which were obviously ruined from her dive at my feet.

Then it dawned on me. She had once again done exactly what I had said. And how did I know her name, I wondered?

“Is your name Angela?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. How do you know that?” she replied.

“I have no idea.” I answered. “I want to try something. I am going to give you a command and I want you to try and resist following it. Alright?”

She nodded. “I will try Master, but it hurts terribly when I try to resist you.”

“Give me your purse.” I commanded.

I could tell that she was trying not to do as I said. She was clenching her jaw, squinting her eyes and holding her head. But her arm was still taking the straps off her shoulder and slowly handing her purse to me, a stranger.

Finally, I could take it no more and I reached out to take her purse from her. When I did, her skin again touched mine and again I felt a small shock. Suddenly I knew that she lived just a few blocks from me and that she worked as a law clerk for one of the federal appellate courts while she went to law school.

I didn’t look through her purse, though I could have. She let go of it and just looked at me as I held it. It was an awkward moment.

“Here take it back.” I said to her, handing her purse back. “I don’t know what is going on, but you could just be acting still. How can I know that you aren’t just trying to con me?”

She looked at me for a second and I could tell that she was thinking.

“Tell me to do something that I won’t want to do, something that even a con-man wouldn’t do.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“If I told you what to tell me then it wouldn’t be a very good exercise in testing me, now would it.” She replied.

“Give me all the money in your purse.” I said snidely, figuring that a con would be the least likely to give up money.

She nodded, though she didn’t look happy, and reached into her purse, withdrew her wallet and handed me several hundred dollars in cash.

“I stopped by the ATM when I went into the store. I was getting cash for the week.” She said by way of explanation as to why she had so much cash on her.

Still not convinced, I decided to surprise her with another command.

“Take off your skirt.” I told her suddenly.

“Oh my God, what do you…” she started to say, until she realized that she was undoing the button on the side of her skirt, pulling down the zipper and letting her skirt fall down around her boots.

It wasn’t very nice of me, but I made her stand like that for a few minutes, and I admired her body. She had on thigh high stockings and black lacy underwear that hid nothing. Her sex was shaved and bare, and her thighs and ass were even shapelier than her skirt had hinted at.

Her blouse fell down and covered most of her so that she could have passed for having a really short skirt under an un-tucked shirt, so I told her to hand me her skirt.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded as she handed me her skirt. “I figured that would be your command when I first thought of it. The money surprised me, but I can understand why you chose that as well.”

“Well, I had to make sure you weren’t just trying to con me.” I replied.

“Are you a law clerk and a student at the law school?” I asked her next.

She got this strange look in her eye and slowly nodded her head. “How did you know that?” she asked.

“Whenever I touch you, I get a shock and when that passes, I know things about you. I know it sounds crazy, but that is what happened in the store when I fell over backwards. That’s how I knew your name. And just a minute ago, when I touched you, I somehow knew that you were a law clerk for a federal judge and that you were a law student at Wake Forest.”

She looked at me strangely, skeptically.

“Look, it is no stranger than you dropping to your knees in the middle of the grocery store and suddenly calling me Master. Is it?” I said.

“Not unless you did something to make me call you Master.” She replied, her anger just under the surface of her voice.

“Look, neither one of us seems very happy about the situation here. Let’s just go about our business and just try to forget that any of this ever happened.” I said trying to get out of this mess and get home to the game I still wanted to watch. Besides, I was starting to get a little uncomfortable in my pants having to look at this very good-looking woman standing in front of me half dressed.

“I would love nothing more,” she said, “but when you walked away from me in the store I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. Can I have my skirt back?”

“No, not until we figure out what we are going to do. Consider it my insurance.” I said.

“Then, can we get in your car? I am getting a little cold out here. Or we can get in mine,” she continued, seeing my skeptical reaction. “I don’t care which one.”

“Fine, get in!” I said, popping the lock and opening the door before walking around to the other side and getting in myself.

“Take your bra off.” I said suddenly, wanting to see if she would still obey me.

“I hope you are enjoying this.” she said angrily. “Just like a man to want a cheap thrill.”

And then suddenly she grabbed her head and moaned with pain, almost a scream even, as she held her head. Then she grabbed the door handle and opened it, throwing up all over the ground but luckily not getting any in the car.

“Stop, stop, I will take it off if you will take the pain away!” she cried, still holding her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Are you alright?”

“My head feels like it did in the store when you walked away.” she replied, her finger fumbling with her blouse as she unbuttoned it to take off her bra. A moment later, she shrugged off her blouse and bra and handed them both to me.

I must have blushed or looked embarrassed because she smirked at me and held her chest out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asked. “Would you like for me to take off all my clothes?”

When I said that she was beautiful earlier, I was wrong. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe the woman that was sitting in my car, topless and wearing nothing but boots, stockings and lacy panties. She looked like a model right out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.

Her breasts were perfect, at least to me. They were not too big, but more than ample for her frame, probably a C or D cup. Her light brown nipples were hard, erect and dimpled and her skin was lightly tanned with no tan lines, and no blemishes.

I realized I was staring when she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face, a sly grin on her face.

“Are you alright, Master?” she asked, her amusement apparent in her tone.

I shook my head and shifted in my seat, trying to relief my discomfort.

“Yes, I am fine. Here,” I said as I handed her blouse back to her, “put this back on until we figure out what we are going to do. I won’t be able to think clearly with you sitting there like that.”

“Yes Master,” she said, smiling and slipping on her blouse.

“Master?” she began, “When I try to refuse you, or when you move away from me, I get a terrible pain in my head. And I don’t enjoy being sick. So, why don’t we go to my house, or yours, and eat some dinner? We can talk and experiment and figure out what we are going to do.”

“That’s fine, but there is a basketball game on right now that I want to see, so unless you have a large screen TV, let’s go to my house.”

She smiled. “I love basketball Master, and I go to most of the Wake Forest games. Why don’t you drive us to your house? We can watch the game and then get some dinner and talk.”

“What about your car?” I asked.

“It will be fine here. If it gets stolen, more power to whoever gets it. I only drive crappy cars since I have to drive downtown every day. That way, when it gets door dings and stolen, I haven’t really lost anything.”

A few minutes later, I pulled the car into the garage. I was relieved to see that no one had decided to come over to watch the game. It was tough enough to accept Angela’s presence myself, much less try to explain it to someone else.

“Come on in and make yourself at home.” I said to her as I closed the garage door and headed into the house with the groceries.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV while I put the beer in the fridge, pulling out a cold one for Angela and myself. Seeing the menu for Takeout Taxi, I grabbed it and the phone and headed back into the den to watch the game. I figured after the game we could have some dinner and figure out what to do next.

However, the sight of Angela on my couch, with her legs curled up under her and her nipples tenting her shirt soon had my mind wandering. I was wondering whether I should command her to put her clothes back on.

Nevertheless, we did manage to watch the game and it was quite a good game as Wake held on to beat Duke, coming back from a 12-point deficit at one point. That isn’t to say that I didn’t occasionally get distracted and threaten to give Angela some commands while we watched the game, but overall, I managed to control myself.

“So, what would you like for dinner? I thought we could order some takeout and open a bottle of wine if that sounds good to you.” I asked.

“I love Italian food and there is this great little Italian place that Takeout serves, Master” she replied.

“Italian it is then!” I replied, dialing the number since I already knew what I was going to order. “What do you want to eat?”

“Master, I would like to have the lasagna.” She said.

A few minutes later, I completed the order for lasagna and saltimbocca with chocolate chip cannoli for dessert.

“Now, while we wait, let’s see if we can figure out what is going on with us.” I said.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot while we watched the game, Master. I have even tried to say your name, but when I try to say anything other than Master, the pain in my head starts.”

I looked her in the eye and said, “Call me Josh.”

“Yes Josh, Master.” She replied and then hung her head and balled up her fists.

“That didn’t really help, but I appreciate you trying.” She said when she looked back up.

“Do not call me Master.” I said to her again.

I watched as she started to smile, then she grabbed her head, fell to the floor, and started screaming in pain.

“Call me Master!” I quickly yelled at her and within seconds, her screaming stopped.

“Please,” she said quietly as she tried to catch her breath, “don’t ever do that again. Please Master, promise me.”

I knelt beside her and started to pick her up, but when I touched the bare skin of her arm, that electrical sensation once again flowed through her to me and suddenly I knew things about her friends and family. I knew personal things like her parents’ names, addresses, where she grew up and went to school. And then my head hurt.

When I opened my eyes, I was the one lying on the floor and Angela was kneeling over me. She was crying and softly saying “Master” as she caressed my face. The way she was leaning over me, her hair once again fell around us and I could see her breasts as her shirt gaped open.

“If I am going to get shocked every time I touch you, we are going to have a problem.” I said quietly, watching her face light up as she heard my voice.

“Oh Master, I am so relieved. What is happening to you when you touch me?” she asked.

“It seems that sometimes when I touch you, I get shocked, and as part of that shock, I garner knowledge about you. For instance, I now know that you went to Forsyth Country Day School and your mom’s name is Allison.”

Her eyes widened and she looked a little scared, but she nodded.

“I wouldn’t be surprised at anything you told me at this point.” She said. Then she stood and helped me get to my feet and we settled onto the couch, with Angela making sure that she kept touching me and never letting our skin contact break.

“I think that along with those shocks that you get, I become more tightly bound to you.” She said thoughtfully. “Just like in the store, when you tripped and fell over backwards, I felt like I had to help you, then in the parking lot, I was drawn to you even more and now, I feel the need to touch you all the time.”

Just then, the doorbell rang and Angela jumped up to get it.

“I’ll get it Master, it is the least I can do for you.” She said as she grabbed her purse.

For a second, I felt sorry for the delivery guy who was going to get an eyeful with her outfit of long white blouse, stockings and black boots. Just for a second though as once again I found myself staring at her as she walked down the hall and toward the front door.

When she was around the corner, I came back to my senses and after adjusting my pants again, I headed into the kitchen to get some plates and to open a bottle of wine. When Angela returned, I had set the small table in my kitchen, lit a couple of candles and poured us each a glass of red wine.

Angela smiled when she saw the table. She set the food on the counter and came over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I froze for a second, expecting another shock, but I felt nothing except the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath.

“That was very sweet of you.” She said softly into my ear. Then she looked at me and said, “I was going to ask if I could put back on some clothes, but I think that would ruin the mood. Don’t you?”

I just chuckled and started opening boxes and serving plates with food. Angela sat down at the table, making a show of crossing her legs as she slid into her seat. When I had the food portioned out and some nice olive oil and balsamic on the table for the bread, I joined her at the table.

“Here’s to making the most of interesting situations!’ I toasted, holding up my wine glass to her.

She smiled and met my toast and then said, “Master, may I ask you something?”

“Sure, I will try to answer anything.” I replied between bites of the delicious food and wine.

“Well, and I have never met you before, but I am surprised by you. I am certain that most men would have had me in bed and made me perform all kinds of sexual acts by now, but the worst you have made me do is take off a bit of clothing.”

“Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind.” I replied. “I have envisioned all kinds of scenarios since we got here, but first and foremost, I would feel terrible the next day. And secondly, until I understand what is happening to us, I am still a bit freaked out by the whole thing.”

Angela nodded and there was a moment of silence between us.

“I can understand that. I am still frightened by what has happened to me. I am used to being independent and alone, having to rely on no one but myself.” she said softly.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.

After a few minutes and several bites of food eaten in silence, she looked up and continued.

“Even now, just sitting across the table from you, I feel this intense need to touch you, to feel you. It scares me. More than that, my head is starting to hurt as well, and I think it is because I’m not touching you or obeying some command.” She said.

I nodded and thought for a minute. “Eat your dinner slowly; enjoy the food, the wine and the company.” I said to her in a firm voice.

“You see,” she said with a smile crossing her face, “that is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Rather than have me feed you and rub myself all over you, you order me to eat my dinner and enjoy it!”

Then something unusual happened. As I watched her take her next bite of food, suddenly, her eyes got really wide and she moaned as she chewed and swallowed her food. I noticed a blush rising on her cheeks and she quickly used her napkin to wipe her mouth, covering her face for just a moment.

She glanced up at me warily and slowly took another bite of food with the same results, only this time being even more pronounced. She gripped the table hard and moaned as she swallowed her food, her face flush and her nipples pointing through her shirt again. After a few seconds, she leaned back in her chair and looked at me.

“You need to be very careful what you say to me, Master.” she said softly. Then the blush returned to her cheeks. “I just had two orgasms from eating.” She mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked. Even though I had heard her clearly and had witnessed the entire event, I was enjoying watching her blush.

“When you said enjoy the food and wine, my mind took that quite literally, and when I ate a bite of food, I had a small orgasm.” She said firmly and quickly but not making eye contact.

I smiled. I had to. This was too good to pass up.

“So, if I order you to have an orgasm, you will?” I asked, the grin on my face apparent and the mirth evident in my voice.

“I suppose so, Master.” she said softly, looking at me hesitantly.

“I want you to have a huge orgasm right now.” I ordered her after I checked to make sure that she wasn’t holding her wine glass.

“Oh God!” she muttered just before her eyes rolled back and her back arched and her hands flew to her crotch.

I watched one of the most erotic scenes of my life right then. It was like the scene from “When Harry Met Sally” only multiplied about a hundred times. Her body jerked and twitched and her hands pressed against her panties like she was trying to hold something in. Then she started moaning and gasping for air as she lost control of her body and slid out of her chair and onto the floor.

I quickly slid out of my chair, made my way to her side of the table, and grabbed her, trying to keep her from hitting her head, but when I touched her arm, I received another of the shocks and felt pleasure radiating through me from the touch.

Meanwhile, my touch obviously had some effect on her because she let out a scream and then slumped to the floor, moaning softly and laying there limply.

Then I did something I had been wanting to since I made her take off her skirt in the parking lot. I leaned down and kissed her. In the back of my mind, I was sure she was going to push me away and slap me, but it was hard to resist this partially clothed beautiful woman whom I had just watched have an incredible orgasm that I was at least partially responsible for.

So, I was surprised when she reached up and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me with ferocity. Soon the kiss deepened and I pressed my tongue into her mouth, her mouth opening and sucking in my tongue, her tongue flicking and teasing the tip of mine.

Then her other hand started rubbing my chest and arms, and she pulled me down so that I was laying on top of her as she starting to grind her crotch against mine, my hard cock pressing into her and her wet panties.

“Oh Master!” she cried out, breaking our kiss and gasping for air. “Please take me. Oh God please take me.”

And I did, without any pretense or foreplay, I reached down and started pulling her panties off, accidentally ripping them as I did. Feeling the flimsy material give way, I gave one last tug and felt them rip free of her body.

Then I reached down and started to undo my pants, pushing Angela hands away from where they had been fumbling with my zipper. I quickly dropped my pants and Angela grabbed my cock and moaning loudly, placed the tip of my cock against her sex. Then she wrapped her legs around my back and impaled herself onto my cock.

In a matter of seconds, she was back to moaning and nearly screaming as she rode me. I could feel her muscles spasm around me and the sensation was incredible. She was so hot and wet and tight that with just a few strokes in and out of her combined with the sexual tension of the evening, I was soon pumping her full of my cum.

And when my orgasm hit, it triggered hers and she threw her head back and screamed “Oh Yes Master, Yes, Yes, Yes!”

A few minutes later when I had recovered my breathing, I rolled over and off her, admiring her disheveled form. She was beautiful even after being ravaged on the cold kitchen floor.

“Oh God that felt good!’ she said softly, opening her eyes to look over at me and smile.

“I would agree with that sentiment.” I replied.

I started to sit up when she reached up and grabbed me.

“No, wait.” She said and pulled me back down beside her. “Thank you for that. I needed it somehow. I just want you to know that I am not mad or upset with you.”

And with that, she slipped down my body and sucked me into her mouth, gently cleaning me of our combined secretions. This of course had the consequence that one might expect and I was amazed when I felt my cock slide into her throat. Then she started to periodically swallow and hum, driving my excitement even higher.

After a few minutes of this treatment, she slid her mouth slowly off my cock and then kissed her way up my body. Then, while nibbling on my ear, she asked, “Master, may I pleasure you again?”

My answer wasn’t verbal, but I think she got the message when I grabbed her hips and positioned her over my now erect cock. With a long slow moan, she slid down onto me, burying me within her depths in one smooth motion.

As I reached up and started to unbutton her blouse, she reached up and ripped it off, sending buttons flying across the floor, their tinkling sounds mingling with the moans that Angela was making as she slowly slid back and forth along my length.

I massaged her breasts and then pulled her down so that I could suckle on a nipple. Feeling her reaction, I redoubled my efforts and then made sure I gave equal treatment to the other nipple. Before long, she was moaning and rocking back and forth, her excitement obviously reaching a critical point.

I pulled her down and just before I bit down on her ear lobe, I whispered, “Cum! Now!”

And she did. It was as intense as the ones from before, maybe even more so since she was already so excited from the previous ones. And then it didn’t stop. She just kept coming and coming as she rode me, her hair swinging wildly and her body thrashing on top of mine.

All the sensations she was feeling were also somehow being transmitted through to me and soon I was again filling her with my come. Not wanting to risk that she would continue until she passed out, I pulled her down and whispered for her to calm down and relax. After a few minutes, I relaxed and must have dozed off.

Chapter 2
The First Night

Sometime later, I awoke to the sensation of a warm mouth on my cock. Looking down, I saw Angela’s head buried in my crotch, eagerly licking up the remains of our earlier passion.

“The last time you did that it just caused a bigger mess,” I said as evenly as I could deliver it.

Her giggle felt funny and she pulled off as she started to cough.

“Please don’t make me laugh when I am doing that, Master,” she said. “I almost choked on you!”

I pulled her up and kissed her, overcoming her resistance as I pressed my mouth against her, savoring the taste and smell of our combination on her lips.

After it was apparent that I needed at least a few more minutes of rest, I let her roll to my side.

“Do you think we might make it somewhere more comfortable before you attack me again?” I asked, a mischievous grin on my face.

“I’ll apparently do anything you tell me to do,” she replied, her grin matching mine.

“Then get up and help me with these dishes,” I replied with a wink.

“Yes Master,” she smiled and said, helping me to my feet after she had stood.

“I will be happy to clean up our dinner, Master, but could I go the washroom and freshen up first?” she asked.

“Sure Angela,” I replied. “It is just down the hall and on your right.”

With that, she turned and walked down toward the bathroom and would have sworn there was more sway in her hips then than there had been earlier in the day. I wondered for a minute if it was the sex or a show. Either way, I watched until she turned the corner out of sight.

While she was cleaning up, I walked into my bedroom and grabbed an old sweatshirt and some bowers for her to wear since her clothing was essentially ruined. While I hated covering up her wonderful body, I didn’t want her getting cold and sick just because she looked hot in stockings and boots.

I walked back to the bathroom just as she was opening the door.

“I thought you might want to put these on since your other clothes are scattered around the floor and in some cases, in multiple pieces.”

“Thank you Master,” she said as she smiled. “I would be happy to dress however you would like, but it was getting a bit chilly. Do you mind if I take off my boots and stockings?”

“Not at all. Then we can have dessert and talk about what we need to do about tomorrow.”

A few minutes later, we were sitting at the table and I was just about to take a bite of my chocolate chip cannoli when I noticed that she was looking at her food with a look of apprehension on her face.

“Ummm, Master?” she asked.

“Oh, Angela, I’m sorry. I order you to taste your food as you would normally and to enjoy it as you would normally,” I ordered her.

“Thank you. I’m not sure I could take much more of that kind of pleasure every time I took a bite of food,” she replied with a touch of laughter in her voice.

“But what a way to go!” I replied with a laugh. “I would quickly die from exhaustion or obesity, whichever got me first.”

She laughed nervously and then took a small nibble of her food, a look of relief washing over her face when nothing else happened.

After dessert, we sipped our coffee and tried to decide what to do about tonight, tomorrow and the future.

“You know,” she started, “since we had our little adventure on the floor, the need to be in touch with you all the time has disappeared.”

“Really?” I asked. “You don’t need to touch me now?”

“I will be happy to touch you Master,” she replied with a wicked smile, “but I no longer feel like I ‘need’ to. I wonder if it because I still have a bit of you inside me and that is meeting the need.”

“Maybe,” I said as I thought. “Do you feel up to a little experiment?”

“If you are wondering if this also means I can get further away from you before I have a terrible headache, then yes, I want to explore that a little. I mean I do have a job I would like to keep, Master, and I can’t do that if I have to be touching you all the time.”

So, we started doing a few experiments with me sitting at the table and her walking away from me. When she was out the front door and down the sidewalk a block, I felt relief wash over me. Sure, it would have been fun for a few days, but my god, I did need a little time alone to keep my sanity!

When she was back, she knelt in front of me.

“Thank you, Master, for letting me explore this and being patient with me,” she said as a tear ran down her face.

“Can I ask one more favor, Master?”

“Sure, you can always ask me questions Angela.”

“Thank you, Master. Could we go get my car and then go to my house so that I can pick up some clothes? We could even stay there if you prefer, but I suspect that you would rather sleep in your own bed and I wouldn’t want to ask you to discomfort yourself for my sake. I suspect that it would only cause me pain if I did.”

“I would be happy to go get your car and then let you get some of your stuff to bring over here.”

“Thank you, Master, thank you,” she said, smiling, as she jumped up and gave me a kiss that soon had my blood flowing south again.

She must have felt my reaction because she got this sly look on her face as she broke the kiss and slithered (and yes I mean slithered) down my body until she was faced with my crotch. Then she quickly freed my cock and pressed it into her mouth and down her throat.

If I hadn’t cum earlier in the evening, I wouldn’t have lasted long, but as it was, I still didn’t last as long as I wanted to. Of course, she was persistent, and talented, and soon had me pumping her mouth full of cum again.

She played it to the hilt as well, looking up at me with an open mouth and then swallowing with a flourish, and loud “Ahh” to accompany her theatrics.

Reaching down I pulled her up and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip until I drew blood.

“Now do you think you can behave yourself?” I asked her in a mockingly threatening tone.

“Master, I will do anything you tell me to do,” she replied evenly, without a smirk on her face.

“Then let’s go get your car!” I replied and headed out the door.

A short while later we pulled up in front of a townhouse in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. We picked up her car and headed over to her house. She had earlier admitted that she had given me the blowjob to make sure she had enough of my semen in her body. That way, she could be sure that she could survive being apart from me. She didn’t want to chance being in the middle of the road and suddenly having the terrible headaches return.

I parked my car and followed her into her house when she had the door open.

“I’ll be as quick as I can, Master,” she yelled as she headed up the stairs. “I just want to grab some clothes for work tomorrow and pack a quick bag.”

“Take your time and make sure you pack several sets of clothing. And some clothes to wear around the house too,” I yelled up to her.

Her reply of “Yes, Master!” floated down from the second floor and I spent some time looking around her house.

She was obviously from a well to do family. The townhouse was nicely furnished and tastefully decorated. The kind of tasteful that took money but didn’t look like it took money. Her refrigerator was covered with pictures of people in various locations, everywhere from the beach to mountains, to old looking European cities.

I opened her refrigerator and found that she had my favorite beer, Becks. I popped the top and drank it while I waited.

I walked up the stairs with my beer to continue my exploration of her house and found her changing clothes in her bedroom. She was trying to shimmy into a pair of jeans and I paused and just watched the sexy show she was inadvertently putting on.

When she looked up and saw me as she buttoned her jeans closed, she blushed and looked down. She paused for a moment and then looked back up.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to put on something besides your sweatshirt and shorts,” she said quietly.

“I think it is a wonderful idea,” I replied. “You look a lot nicer in those jeans than you did in my old boxers!”

“Thank you Master,” she said as she hurriedly finished getting dressed. “I’ll only be a moment more.”

I walked in, sat on the edge of her bed, and looked around her room. I had expected a rather feminine décor but was surprised to find not a frill in sight. Instead, it was decorated in blues and auburns, vibrant and bold colors.

I noticed that she had disappeared into the bathroom and was rustling in there, so I scooted back on the bed and made myself comfortable while I was waiting on her, expecting her to take a while. She surprised me however, returning in just a couple of minutes carrying two bags and a garment bag slung over her shoulder.

“I’m ready anytime you are Master,” she said as she emerged from the bathroom.

“I hope you brought some lingerie,” I said with a wicked grin on my face. “Watching you get dressed was more fun than I imagined it would be.”

She blushed and looked up at me, “I did pack a few outfits, Master, but would you like to see them?”

“I think we’ll just have to have a little fashion show,” I replied, a large sly grin crossing my face. “Why don’t you pick one out and go put it on and then come out and model it for me.”

She nodded and put down her bags in the corner of the room by the door, opening one of the bags and taking out a small black lacy looking thing.

“Do you want to watch me change or shall I change in the bathroom?” she asked.

“Change in the bathroom and surprise me,” I replied.

“Yes Master,” she said as she headed in to change.

As I waited for her to reemerge, I began to wonder why I had ordered her to do that. It really wasn’t like me to enjoy lingerie. I had never had much use for it before. But here I was anticipating seeing Angela in her sexiest lingerie. Was it the power already going to my head or was it something about this ‘thing’ that had occurred to us.

Before I could reach any far-reaching conclusions, Angela returned from the bathroom and all thought in my head died. To say that she was spectacular would have been an insult to her. Words couldn’t describe how beautiful and sexy she looked.

She was dressed in a black lace teddy with garters and black stockings, the kind with the seam running up the back. She wore 4-inch heels that made her legs look about a mile long. The lace of the teddy hid nothing, and you could clearly see her every curve and obvious arousal beneath the garment. Her nipples were hard and poking through the material and her sex was swollen and aroused.

She walked to the foot of the bed and turned, giving me look like a veteran model and I wondered for a minute if she had done some modeling in the past.

Then she bent over and rubbed her hands up and down her long legs, looking back at me as she slid a finger along her hips and then up to her lips.

I applauded. That and the tent in my pants let her know that I was enjoying the show, so she winked at me and disappeared back into the bathroom with a sexy smile on her face.

Just about the time my breathing had returned to normal, she returned, this time wearing a black leather corset. She had left on the stockings but changed back into her tall black boots and had added elbow length black velvet gloves to the outfit. This time, though, she had on no panties and her sex was clearly red and swollen with her arousal.

She again did a turn for me at the end of the bed and then bent at the waist, her ass high in the air, her legs spread apart. She ran her fingers up the insides of the legs and then along her sex, before standing up and continuing to run her hands up and over her breasts. Then stretching up toward the ceiling, she looked over her shoulder at me with a sly smile.

At that moment, I would have sworn that she was stripper and that I was in a club. But then I noticed that she was blushing and aroused and I reminded myself that she knew I could order her to do anything.

“Bend back over and masturbate for me,” I said slowly.

She nodded, sensuously removed her gloves, and making a show of it, spread her legs and bent over. She spread her sex with her fingers and then rubbing back and forth along the length of her sex. She did this several times, spreading her wetness around and then plunged a finger into her sex, deeply and surprisingly forcefully. She quickly began to pump it in and out and then two fingers.

Within a minute, she was plunging three fingers into her sex and was moaning and tossing her hair back and forth, obviously close to her climax.

“Stop!” I ordered her, noting that she immediately stopped in mid stroke.

“Continue with the fashion show,” I told her and watched as she struggled to stand up and walk in her boots back to the bathroom and out of sight.

After more rustling and moving about in the closet, she returned in a few minutes wearing a body stocking. I knew that I was in trouble when this outfit was the most conservative one that she had worn. It was black and patterned, covered every inch of her body, but hid nothing.

She made a show of adjusting the way it laid over her breasts, and then again bent over, showing me how the crotch came apart for easier access.

I couldn’t take much more, and figuring that I didn’t need to wait, I slipped off my pants and walked up behind her, slipping my very hard cock into her very wet sex. My efforts were rewarded with a load moan as she pressed back against me.

Neither of us lasted very long. All the dress up and foreplay had both of us hot and ready. She lasted about three strokes before she started screaming and pulsing around my cock. I doubled her stamina, lasting all of about six strokes before I started pumping her full.

She cried out again as I came inside her and then started to slump to the floor, causing me to fall out of her and one last shot to land on her back as she fell to the floor. I tried to grab her and lift her back up, but she was limp and I realized that she had passed out. For the first time in my life, I had caused a woman to pass out from her orgasm.

Of course, it is a lot sexier in fantasies than it was when I was confronted with the reality. I mean, what do you do with a woman who is unconscious? Not to mention that she was leaving a sticky messy spot on the floor where she was laying and our combined secretions were draining out of her.

So, I did what any man would do. I went to the bathroom and took care of myself, and when I was done, I wiped her face with a cold washrag until she started to come around.

As she woke up, she looked at me, at first confused and then, as she recalled what had happened to her, a smile crept across her face.

“I think my Master liked his fashion show,” she said with a glimmer of wickedness in her voice.

“I think you are right,” I replied. “But you need to get up and put on some real clothes so that we can go home and get some sleep since both you and I need to go to work in the morning.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. She quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. In a few minutes, she had returned and I grabbed her bags and we headed downstairs and out to our cars.

“Master, may I wait here for a few minutes after you leave to see how far away you can get before the headache returns? I am still worried about tomorrow and trying to go to work and be apart from you for an extended period of time.”

“Actually, that is a good idea. Here is my cell phone number. I want you to call me if you start having the headaches again and I will turn around and head back this direction.”

After giving her my number and getting hers in exchange, I got in my car and thought about how strange this was. Here I was getting her phone number after getting into her house and her bed and her pants. This was a bit different from my usual dates.

Before long, I was pulling into my garage and still no phone call from Angela. So I called her.

“Hello?” She said when she answered the phone.

“Hello Angela. I just wanted to let you know that I am at my house.”

“Great Master. I think when I am full of your sperm I can make it apart from you. Now I just don’t know how long it will last.”

“I guess we will find out tomorrow,” I answered. “At least this way, your co-workers will really see you get sick and not just think that you are skipping out on a day of work.”

“True, Master, but I would hate to miss too much work. I won’t be able to get a job with a good firm if I don’t have a good reference from my summer internship. I’ll be at your house in a few minutes and we can talk more then.”

Later that night, I was in the shower, trying to smell a bit better than the stale sex and sweat that I smelled like. I was just rinsing my hair when I felt soft hands on my back.

“Master, would you like for me to bathe you?” I heard Angela ask.

“Sure!” I answered, getting a mouthful of shampoo in return.

Just as I got the last of the shampoo out of my mouth, Angela took the soap and began to wash my back, working her way down, massaging my muscles as she washed me. I found that in order to remain standing, I needed to lean against the shower wall, since it took a great deal of effort to resist the pressure she was applying to my back.

Then I felt her arms wrap around me and soon she was sliding her body up and down against mine, the slippery sensation of the soap between our bodies, her soft breasts pressed against my back, her soft kisses on the back of my neck were erotic beyond belief and I was soon hard again.

Her hands started roaming over the front of my body and found my erect cock. She moaned and pressed herself ever tighter against my back as she took a soapy hand and slowly started to stoke my cock in time with her sliding up and down my back.

After several minutes of this, she relented and turned me to rinse in the warm water. She plastered herself to my front and kissed me deeply as she began to slide her body up and down my front, her hand staying on my cock and rubbing it in rhythm with her body.

As the soap rinsed away, her skin lost it slipperiness so she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, pressing forward until the head hit her throat. She looked up at me with a look of adoration and swallowed my cock. She started humming, just as she had during our dinner.

After all the sex we had earlier in the day, I wasn’t in any danger of coming, so I leaned back against the wall and just enjoyed her ministrations. She was good at what she was doing and I wondered again just how experienced she was. What had her life been like before today? But all those thoughts were pushed away as I felt her start to bob on my cock, the head slipping in and out of her throat with each bob of her head.

After a few minutes of this, I could tell that her throat was starting to get sore. She was starting to crease her forehead with each thrust. I pulled her up and out of the spray of the water where she could open her eyes and look at me. I wiped her face and pulled her to me for a kiss, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth and readily accepted me, pressing her body against mine and moaning her lust.

After a minute or so, I broke the kiss in order to catch my breath, and she laid her head on my shoulder. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and then her kisses on my neck traced up to my ear where she nibbled on my earlobe before whispering in my ear.

“Master, I have the most intense desire for you right now. Have you ever tried anal sex before?” she asked in the sultriest voice I had ever heard.

I nodded that I had and felt her shiver with desire.

“Please fuck me in the ass Master,” she whispered in my ear and then clutched me tightly as another shiver or spasm ran through her body.

I lifted her face and looked into her eyes, wondering where this was coming from. I wondered if it was fear of what I could do to her that was making her debase herself to retain some control of her life. But instead of fear or shame in her eyes, all I could see was lust. Her lust was as hot as I had ever seen. And I could feel it, from touching her, rolling off in waves, as warm as the water from the shower.

I kissed her hard, my lips pressing against hers, my tongue pressed into her mouth until it felt as if my lips would bruise from the pressure. Then I turned her around and had her lean against the wall of the shower, bending over and presenting her finely shaped ass for me.

In order to make it as comfortable as possible for both of us, I first slid my cock into her wet sex, slowly stroking in and out a few times, then I pulled out, pressed the tip of my cock against her anus, and pressed forward. I was going to go slowly and allow her to adjust to the intrusion, but she had other intentions.

As soon as the head of my cock had passed her sphincter, she pressed back against me in a thrust that buried my cock in her to the root. Then she started rocking back and forth, her ass so tight around me that the skin on my cock was sliding up and down as I plunged in and out of her.

Soon I was thrusting into her as hard as she was thrusting against me. And in a few minutes, I found myself emptying my come into her again. I tried to recount how many times I had come, and I found that I couldn’t recall. Maybe I was tired, or maybe all the blood that was supposed to be flowing to my brain was flowing lower in my body, but I simply couldn’t count the number.

With a moan, Angela pulled herself off me and turned to wash my cock in the cooling water before she washed herself. I quickly rinsed off again and got out of the shower, giving her some peace to get cleaned up and ready for bed.

I planned to watch Sports Center and catch up on the scores I had missed when I laid down in the bed. However, the next thing I knew, Angela was slipping into bed and curling up in my arms. I kissed her lightly on the neck and was back asleep in seconds.

Chapter 3
The Second Day

Did I mention I hate mornings?

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a hair dryer running in the bathroom. At first, this confused me as I live alone and never use a hair dryer. But as my brain slowly woke up to working speed, I remembered the events of yesterday and how Angela came to spend the night with me.

Then, the rest of my body awoke. I realized that I needed to visit the toilet urgently. Grudgingly, I got up out of bed and headed into the bathroom. As I opened the door, I prepared myself for the bright lights and the noise, which I hated. Since I was only somewhat awake, I wanted to stay that way.

Instead, when I opened the door, I was greeted with a vision. Angela was standing, bent at the waist, blow-drying her hair, with her legs spread and ass facing me. Instantly, I forgot why I was in the bathroom and felt my body respond to her position and nudity. I stepped to her and ran my hand along her slit. Finding it wet and moist and hearing her moan at my touch, I placed my cock at the entrance to her sex and slid into her in one long slow motion.

It only took a few strokes before I felt her begin to spasm around me. I listened to her moans rise in volume as I continued to stroke in and out of her, feeling my own needs and desires rising. I reached down and pressed my thumb against her anus, which caused her to scream as another orgasm tore through her. This, coupled with her spasms around my cock sent me over the edge and I began to pump my cum into her again.

Soon, I felt the need to relieve myself return so I slipped out of her and walked over to the toilet. While I was there, I watched Angela reach down and run her hand along her slit. She gathered our combined secretions, brought them to her mouth, and proceeded to lick and swallow all she could get.

When she realized I was watching her over my shoulder, she turned bright red but didn’t quit what she was doing. Only when her sex and her hands were clean did she rinse her hands in the sink.

“I was going to ask if I could give you a blowjob this morning, Master,” she said quietly, looking down at the floor. “This way was far more fun. I don’t want to become ill being away from you all day and I figured the more of you, or your sperm, that I have in me, the better chance I have of making it all day.”

“I always did like morning sex, just not mornings,” I replied as I finished up and flushed the toilet.

Angela smiled when I said this, but then she turned pensive.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Master. I appreciate that this must be strange for you. Of course, it has its advantages too,” she smiled and ran her hands along her sides, pointing to herself and emphasizing her figure. “But nevertheless, I just wanted to say thank you for not freaking out and leaving me there in the parking lot.”

“You’re welcome Angela. And I want you to call me if you start feeling bad today. I don’t have a very busy day today and if you need me to come get you, please call me immediately.”

She walked over and kissed me, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against me. I responded as any red-blooded male would and a moment later, she was on her knees getting another deposit of cum before she got dressed and headed off to work.

A little while later, as I showered, I got to thinking about what had happened to me. I had gone from bachelor to someone who couldn’t be separated from a woman in the course of a few hours. Moreover, I had prided myself on becoming the most eligible bachelor in town!

The rest of the day was rather boring. Traffic was normal, work was normal, everyone around me was normal. Nothing was abnormal and I was having trouble accepting that. I mean, my life had changed so much last night. Shouldn’t more of the world be different?

But nothing else was different and no one seemed to notice that anything was different about me. Soon, I was so involved in the project we were working on that I forgot to worry about Angela and how she was doing.

That changed around midafternoon when my cell phone rang. Angela was on the other end and I could tell that she was in trouble.

“Master,” she began, “I tried to hold out, I really did, but I can’t stand it anymore.”

It was obvious from the tone of her voice and the fact that she was crying that she was in a lot of discomfort.

“Angela, I will be over there in about ten minutes. Where can I meet you?” I said as I grabbed my coat and car keys and headed for the parking lot.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot near the cemetery that is by the courthouse. That is where I park,” she replied.

“I’m on my way now.” I said and hung up the phone.

It only took about five minutes for me to make it, for some reason the traffic on the expressway was very light. As I pulled into the parking lot, I immediately saw her waving to get my attention and I headed over to her.

She opened the door and slid into the car, reaching for me and holding onto me. She was crying, gasping for breath between sobs, and looked terrible.

“Please, just park for a minute. Let me feel you here beside me for a minute,” she begged.

I nodded and pulled into a spot near her car. She seemed to be getting control of herself and didn’t appear to be in the same amount of discomfort that she had been in earlier.

“Thank you so much, Master. Oh god! Thank you for coming to get me. I thought I was going to start throwing up from the pain in my head. But as soon as I saw your car, the pain started to relent and now it is just a dull headache.”

Not knowing what to say, I just held her and let her cry on my shoulder.

After a few minutes and when she was no longer crying, I moved to restart the car and drive home.

“Wait, Master,” she said hastily. “I don’t want to leave my car here over night and I put my case work files in it while I was waiting for you.”

She paused here and fidgeted for a second before looking up at me with her bright blue eyes.

“Master, would you let me give you a blow job so I could drive my car to your house? Or you can fuck me if you want. I just need you in me.”

Her voice was calm, but the look in her eyes was frantic. It was a strange request, and a strange situation, so what else was I going to do but to let her have her way?

“Take off your panties and climb into my lap!” I ordered her as I unzipped my pants and slid the car seat backwards.

She complied quickly, peeling down her panties and hiking her skirt up as she climbed into my lap. She faced me and kissed me, slowly lowering herself onto my already hard cock. Then she put one hand on the ceiling and began to ride my cock in long slow strokes, seemingly grasping me with her internal muscles just before each up stroke. It was a most incredible feeling and within a few minutes, I was fulfilling her wish and making another semen deposit in her body.

When we were done, she climbed back into her seat and again repeated her ritual from this morning of trying to capture all our combined juices from her sex and thighs. But she took it a step further this afternoon by leaning over and cleaning my cock with her mouth as well.

Somehow, her desperation and obvious need overcame my testosterone and I didn’t start to get hard again. I wanted her to finish so that we could get her car and head home. I didn't want to be so exposed, especially so close to the courthouse. What if a meter maid walked by and discovered our activities?

When Angela realized that nothing else was going to happen, she slipped her mouth off me and sat up.

“I’m sorry, Master. Is something wrong with what I was doing?” she asked, obviously fearful that I might not be responding to her. I realized that this could be a frightening turn of events for her. What would happen to her if I quit finding her attractive, or if something happened to me?

It was a long silent moment as we both sat there and pondered the situation. I hadn’t really thought it through. Everything had happened so quickly that I don’t think either one of us had fully thought through the consequences. I am sure that she had to at least some degree, but the thought of being dismissed or disliked hadn’t occurred to either of us.

“Angela, it isn’t anything about you. I am just worried about you and the situation and so I wasn’t thinking about sex. That’s why it didn’t happen. Nothing else.”

“I know Master, but it still frightens me how dependent I have become on you. I can’t make it through a day at work without seeing you, touching you, and having sex with you. Is this the way the rest of my life is going to be?” she asked rhetorically, a mixture of fear and exasperation evident in the tone of voice.

There was another long moment of silence in the car before she spoke again.

“Master, do you think that we could catch some of your semen and put it in a bottle? That way I could go to work and drink it when the headache started. Maybe then I could make it through a whole day of work without having to bother you?” she asked timidly.

“I think that is a great idea, Angela. We will do that when we get home and then you can try it tomorrow.”

“Then let’s go home now and get started!” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

We did eventually make it home, though we made a stop at her house to let her get her mail and take care of a few errands around her place. Of course, she also had to pack another suitcase since it was apparent that she was going to be staying with me for at least the foreseeable future.

When we got to my house, I did some work on the computer. I needed to catch up on the project I had left unfinished earlier in the day, so I tackled that while Angela cooked some dinner. I must have gotten involved in reading and thinking about work because the next thing I noticed was Angela softly massaging my shoulders.

“Dinner is ready Master,” she said softly when I turned to look up at her.

Somewhere between cooking dinner and massaging my shoulders, she had changed into the body stocking she had modeled earlier. She smiled when she saw the reaction her outfit produced and took my hand and led me to dinner.

The table had only one place setting and I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and pulled out my chair and motioned for me to sit, then she kneeled on a small pillow she had gotten from the couch and placed beside my chair.

“Master, this is a fantasy of mine and I never thought I would do anything about it but given the events of the last couple of days, I thought I would give in and live the role for a bit. As long as you approve, Master,” she said and bowed her head, her long brown hair falling around and hiding her face.

“If this is what you want Angela, I don’t think there is a man in the world that would refuse you, but only if this is what you want,” I replied.

“Thank you, Master,” she said as she bent down and placed her head on my lap.

“Are you going to eat?” I asked as I looked at the huge plate of food in front of me.

“Could I feed you Master?” she asked in reply. “I can eat while I feed you.”

I nodded to her and she quickly cut a piece of stuffed chicken breast, picked it up with her fingers, and placed it into my mouth. I, of course, made it a point to nibble on her fingers, which made her smile.

Dinner continued like this, with Angela feeding me little bites of food with her fingers, occasionally sneaking in a bite herself while I was chewing. She was quite good at making a show of feeding me, even to the point of rubbing her breasts against me with each bite and licking a smear of food off my face after ‘accidentally’ putting it there.

One time a drop of cheese sauce slipped from her finger and fell into my lap. Of course, this prompted the licking of my entire lap to make sure she got all the food up. This had the desired effect on me and dinner was interrupted by some impromptu oral sex.

She quickly freed my cock from my pants, slipping them off and settling between my thighs and under the table. She took my entire length in one thrust and swallowed the head of my cock into her throat, holding it there as she swallowed again and again. Then she started to bob up and down, just letting the head slip in and out of her throat with each motion, all the while letting her tongue work the underside of my cock.

It didn’t take very long for me to reach my climax, but instead of her swallowing my cum, I felt her pull off and stroke me quickly with her hand. I filled her hands with my semen and then watched as she very carefully scrapped it into a small spice jar that she later put in the fridge.

When she returned, she had tears in her eyes and I reached for her, concerned that she was upset with what had happened to her.

“No Master,” she replied as if she knew my exact thought, “I’m not crying because I am upset. I am crying because of how kind you have been to me and how much fun this has been. I got to live out a fantasy that I probably would have never done if this crazy thing hadn’t happened to me.”

I pulled her into my lap, kissed her, and held her tightly as she placed her head on my shoulder and cried until her tears stopped and she just couldn’t cry anymore. When she was calm, she turned and finished feeding me dinner one small bite at a time. This time, however, she kissed me after every bite and whispered in my ear how glad she was that I was her Master.

Later that night I was back on the computer reviewing my project for work. Angela had adopted the dining room table to serve as her workspace, covering it with legal pads and books. She was using her laptop to write up a draft of a brief she was working on.

I chuckled as I thought about how ordinary this looked. If you didn't know that she would do anything I asked, we could easily be mistaken for a normal, average couple. Indeed, she looked like a typical student wearing sweats with her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Angela looked up when she heard me chuckle and smiled at me before returning to her work. I needed a break and thought about getting a beer from the fridge.

“Master, would you like a beer from the fridge? I need a break and thought I could get you something while I am up?” Angela asked.

“This is creepy,” I replied. “I was just thinking that I needed a break and that I should get up and get a beer from the fridge.”

Angela looked at me and thought for a minute.

“You know, I really don’t know why I offered to get you a beer. I did need to get up and go to the bathroom, but I just thought it would be nice to ask you.”

I nodded and wondered silently if we were starting to develop some kind of mental link that let her know what I was feeling and desired.

“I want to try something Angela. I am going to concentrate on something and I want you to see if you can figure out what I am thinking.”

Angela nodded and I began to think of her bright blue eyes and the color blue, like a blue sky and blueberries.

“I can’t tell what you are thinking, but I have a craving for blueberries. Is there any chance you were thinking about blueberries?” she replied.

“Oh my God!” I replied and held my head. She really was starting to be able to sense what I was thinking.

“What? What’s wrong, Master?” Angela cried out as she ran over and dropped to her knees beside me. “Talk to me Master, tell me what’s wrong.”

I decided to try again, something more direct and I started to think over and over that I wanted her to have an orgasm right there on the floor. I was concentrating on the image of her coming last night as she ate her dinner after my accidental command.

Just when I had decided it wasn’t going to work, I opened my eyes to see Angela slip to the ground and start to writhe in pleasure. Her hands were frantically tearing off her clothes and soon two fingers were sliding in and out of her sex while her other hand massaged and kneaded her breasts.

All I could do was watch. I was still struggling with the idea that there was a beautiful woman lying on my floor, masturbating and writhing with sexual need. And the only reason that it was happening was that I concentrated on the image of her coming. Needless to say, I was once again ready to mount and take her, but refrained to see what would ultimately happen with my little thought experiment.

“Oh God Master!” she cried out as she came. “You did this to me didn’t you? This was your wish, wasn’t it?” She continued when she had calmed down enough from her orgasm to speak coherently again.

“Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking. I was concentrating on the vision of you coming at the table last night after taking a bite of food.”

She nodded as she sat up and caught her breath, leaving her clothes scattered across the floor where she had thrown them off.

I sat and admired the glow of her skin and the light sheen of perspiration that covered her skin and when her breathing had calmed, I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. She responded eagerly and soon I was groping her and she was removing my clothing as fast as her fingers would work without breaking our kiss.

She broke our kiss long enough to slip off my lap and remove my pants. When she climbed back onto my lap, she swung her legs so that they were over the arms of the chair. Then she lowered herself onto my very hard cock. When I was buried as deep inside of her as possible, I grabbed her and just held her tightly against me so that she couldn’t move and I could savor the feeling of her very wet, very tight and very hot sex wrapped around me.

This didn’t completely stop her from moving though. She moaned and bit lightly on my shoulder when she realized that I wasn’t going to let her pound up and down on my cock. Instead, she shifted and slid just enough to give her the friction she needed and nothing more.

In a few minutes, I could feel her squeezing my cock with her internal muscles. She would squeeze, rotate her hips, and then release, over and over again, all the while kissing and nibbling at my neck and shoulder. I kept my arms wrapped tight around her body to keep her from moving any more than absolutely necessary.

As we both started to get close, I slipped a hand down to her ass and pushed a finger into her anus. This pushed her over the edge and she threw her head back in a scream and started to spasm around my cock, thrashing against my hold on her. This, of course, sent me over the edge and I started to pump her full of my cum again.

We sat like that for a long time. Even when our secretions were dripping down our legs and making a mess of the chair, we didn’t move. We just sat there and held each other, trying to catch our breath. I know my mind was racing with possibilities and implications and I was sure that as bright as she was, and generally being a woman, she had already given this far more thought than I had.

Eventually, I had softened enough that I slipped out of her, which caused her to shiver. This in turn made her leg start to cramp from the awkward position it was in. This was followed by a very comical falling out of the chair by Angela as she tried to relieve the cramp in her leg and disentangle herself from me.

“Eew! We made a mess.” Angela said with a chiding voice when she saw the pool of secretions that had collected around me on the chair. “Of course, I can’t let any of it go to waste! I don’t want to start feeling bad again.”

Then she knelt between my legs and slowly began to clean the chair, my legs and then finally my cock. When she was done, I was once again hard and stiff and she smiled as she looked up at me.

“Can we use the desk this time?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eye as she walked over to the desk and bent over. “Maybe we could try anal again Master? I really enjoyed that last night.”

With that, she laid her upper body on the desk face down, spread her legs and reached around to spread her ass for me.

Not being one to refuse a request I quickly stood and walked up behind her, rubbing the head of my cock along her slit to gather some lubrication, then slid it into her sex, giving her a couple of strokes before pulling out and placing the head against her anus. Then I pushed slowly forward, hearing her groan in pleasure, until I was fully inside of her.

While last time had been about minimal movement, this time was about rough, hard and fast. Angela grabbed the edge of the desk and began to push back against me as I pumped back and forth into her ass.

We continued like that, just raw sex, until Angela had been through two orgasms, screaming so loudly that I thought for a second that the neighbors were going to hear her. But then even that thought vanished as I reached my climax and began to fill her ass with my cum.

Afterwards, Angela led me up to the shower where she proceeded to wash me under the warm water before she washed herself. When we were both wet and soapy, I grabbed and kissed her, savoring the feel of her body sliding against mine, especially her beautiful breasts. However, I needed a little break before I was ready for action again, so we climbed out of the shower and started getting ready for bed.

Chapter 4
The Third Day

I awoke sometime around three am. I was having a dream about a room full of women who had been taken away from their homes and families in the middle of the night by men in uniforms. The women didn’t resist the men, but their families tried to get to them and pull them back. The men in the black uniforms just pushed their families away and kept leading the women until no one was left to pursue them.

What had awakened me, though, was when I had realized that the men all had my face, as if I was looking into a mirror.

I realized that I was wet with sweat and got up to cool off and dry off. It was an hour or so later when I had calmed down enough to go back to sleep.

When I awoke next, it was to the sensation of warmth, wetness and suction on my morning erection.

Of course, I had expected this. I knew that she needed my sperm in her in order to be able to go to work. And, while some rational part of my brain was still struggling with the morality of a woman being totally dependent on someone for their well-being, the testosterone won this argument and I was soon thrusting my hips so that I was entering her throat with each thrust.

Angela moaned when she felt me respond and I realized that she was masturbating with one hand as she fellated me. Seeing her doing that was enough to put me over the edge and soon I was giving her what she so desperately needed.

When I was done and Angela had gotten every last drop, she slid up my side and gave me a kiss, which I returned with enthusiasm.

“Good morning Master,” she whispered into my ear.

“Mmmm, it is a good morning when you wake up to that,” I responded as I rolled over on top of her and grabbed her hands to pin them above her head.

“But it is even better when I get to do this!” I continued as I slid my still hard cock into her wet sex.

“Oh yes Master,” she cried out as I slid into her. She lifted her hips until I was buried deep within her and then she ground her pelvis against mine.

“I liked watching you finger yourself while you throated me,” I said as I nibbled on her ear lobe.

I wasn’t sure if it was the nibbling on her ear lobe or what I had said, but she shuddered and then started coming. I would have sworn that she was getting stronger muscles around her vagina because her grip on my cock was almost painfully tight and I could feel pulse after pulse run through her.

Angela clung to me as if her life depended on it and only when her orgasm had passed did she start to breathe again and release me from her death grip hold.

I was near the edge from her display but it took several more minutes before I gave her another dose of my semen. When I was still, she slowly rotated her hips like someone trying to get pregnant tried to keep all the sperm in as long as possible.

I gently rolled off her and started to get out of bed, only to feel Angela gently grab my hand.

“Master, please?” she intoned, looking at my cock.

“If you promise to behave.” I replied, smiling at her.

She did behave and only suckled enough to get all our secretions cleaned. Then she released me and smiled at me.

“Thank you Master. Maybe I can make it the whole day and I have the bottle in the fridge if I need it.”

I had been a bachelor for a while. Between work and travel, I didn’t have much time to date and while I went out often, I hadn’t had a woman consistently in the house in over a year.

Which is why I was surprised at how easily Angela fit into my morning routine. She got up and showered so that when I was awake and had a cup of coffee, she was nearly done in the bathroom.

She gave me a kiss as she headed out the door and promised to call me if she had any problems. I was left to finish my breakfast and read the paper in the silence I was used to. I was glad because I was feeling a bit tired after the morning’s activities. On top of that, I was still sleepy because of the dream that had awakened me.

I assumed my subconscious was working out the dramatic changes that had happened. But I was also concerned about how tightly Angela seemed to have bonded to me, even to the point that she seemed to sense what I was thinking.

As I grabbed my coat and keys and headed out to my car, I wondered if some of her actions were based upon what she sensed that I would enjoy. In particular, I thought back to the episode of sex in my office last night.

While it was enjoyable, I was certain it had not been entirely comfortable for her. In fact, I was sure that she was sore and even bled a bit after the anal sex. I made a mental note to myself to be careful in how rough I was with her. If she was acting based upon my subconscious desires, then I needed my conscience to be strong enough for both of us.

Before long I was pulling into work and into my parking space, hoping that I hadn’t caused any major accidents along the way, I had been so preoccupied that I really couldn’t remember any of the drive.

Work itself was rather boring again. Everyone in the office was scurrying around trying to put the finishing touches on the project, but my part was done until the day of the presentation. I was already working on the next potential client and trying to get them to let us make a presentation to them on how we could improve their design and efficiency.

Soon it was afternoon and I was listening to the team polishing up their presentations and giving some feedback. We had several days still, but I liked to have it all done and practiced at least a few days before the presentation so that we were all comfortable and looked like this was no big deal to us.

When I did look down at my watch, I realized that it was ten after five and I hadn’t heard from Angela. I hoped that meant that she had done better today and hadn’t had any problems. I thought about calling her when my phone started vibrating. I excused myself and stepped outside to answer it.

“Hello?” I said as I flipped open the phone.

“Master?” I heard Angela whisper on the other end of the line.

“Yes, Angela. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine, but I need to stay late for a meeting about a case that goes to trial tomorrow. I was hoping you could stop by here on your way home and I could, well you know,” she said.

I chuckled. “No, Angela, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

“So, I can get some of your cum,” she said in a loud whisper.

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” I asked, enjoying the discomfort she was showing. It was the first time since the parking lot that she seemed uncomfortable and not in extreme pain.

“Well, if you must know, I was hoping to fuck you silly in my office. But as you know, I would be open to suggestions!” she replied rather hotly. Then I heard her groan.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Master. I shouldn’t have said that!” Angela cried into the phone.

“It’s alright, Angela. I’m not upset with you,” I replied, now a bit worried about her.

I quickly walked to my office, grabbed my stuff, and told my admin that I was heading out.

“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes Angela. Where should I meet you?”

“Park in the same place you did yesterday and I will meet you on the corner and escort you into the building. Oh Master, please hurry, the pain is starting again.”

It only took about ten minutes, for some reason traffic was light heading downtown. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Angela standing in the doorway waving to me. I quickly found a parking spot and headed across the street.

Angela grabbed my hand and whisked me through security and onto the elevator. She didn’t say anything because there were other people on the elevator with us, but she held my hand tightly and pressed against my side the whole way up.

Once we were on the fifth floor, she led me down a narrow hallway and into a tiny office that was literally stacked floor to ceiling with books along one wall.

“It’s not the best office, but for an intern to even get an office is almost impossible!” she said when she saw me looking around. “Oh God, Master, I need you!”

She plastered herself to me and kissed me when the door was shut and locked. Her hands worked quickly to open my pants and free my cock.

Then she broke the kiss and lay back on the desk, spreading her legs and pulling me between them. She must have removed her panties earlier, for she was naked beneath her skirt except for her boots and thigh high stockings.

I stepped forward, pressed into her, watching her as the pleasure visibly washed over her face and her chest began to flush. Then she threw her head back and moaned.

I started stroking in and out of her rapidly but not harshly and soon, she was struggling not to cry out as her first orgasm tore through her. I kept stroking in and out of her, riding her through her first orgasm until she built up to a second even harder one.

The feel of her pulsing around me pushed me over the edge and I filled her with my cum, holding her legs up in the air so nothing would drip out of her.

When I pulled out of her, I knew she would want to clean my cock, so I walked around the desk and placed my cock in her mouth so she could clean it without having to move off the desk and risk spilling my cum out of her sex.

When I was clean, and once again hard, I pressed forward until the head of my cock entered her throat and then I began to stroke in and out of her throat, quickly building up to a second climax. It wasn’t new to me that she could do this, but it still amazed and excited me beyond reason.

When I began to cum, though, she quickly pulled off and caught most of my cum in the small medicine bottle she had used last night. I somehow noticed that it was empty and clean so I assumed that she had used it during the day to keep going.

I was so exhausted after two rounds and a full day of work that I simply collapsed into the desk chair that was behind me. Even the sight of Angela gathering my come from her sex and slurping it off her fingers wasn’t able to get a rise out of me.

Angela spent a few minutes gathering herself and straightening her clothes. She even pulled out some body spray to hide the smell of sex and by the time she was done, she looked as pristine as when she left the house this morning.

Then she proceeded to get me out of the chair and redress me as well. In a few minutes, I was ready to face the world. She smiled at me when I was dressed and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Master,” she said as she kissed me. “I need to get to my meeting now, but do you want me to walk with you back down to the lobby?”

“I think I can manage to get out of the building by myself. Any idea when you might get out of here?”

“I really don’t know,” she replied. “This might take a while, which is why I was so happy that you were able to come over here. I was also thinking that since I am re-dosed, maybe I could go by my house and take care of some chores before I come over toy our house.”

“Sounds fine to me. I’ll plan on dinner by myself and I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can let yourself in when you arrive,” I said as we got off the elevator and walked into the lobby.

“Looks like you escorted me to the lobby anyway,” I joked, realizing that as we had talked, we had made our way out of her office and down the elevator. She had been holding my hand tightly the whole time and pressed against my side as close as our walking would allow her. Now it looked like she didn’t want to let go of my hand.

“I promise I’ll be home as soon as possible, Master,” she said, suddenly pensive as she slowly released her grip on my hand. “I’m sorry for all the trouble this has caused you.”

“I’m not sorry, Angela. For some reason this has happened, and I know it must be rough on you, but I am so happy that I got the chance to meet someone as beautiful, smart, loving, and sexual as you are. And even if this ‘connection’ between us is annoying and untimely, I am never going to be mad at you.” I replied, looking deep into her eyes, letting her know how sincere I was.

“Thank you Master!” she said as she wrapped me in a hug and then turned and almost ran to the elevator with what I was sure were tears in her eyes.

I watched her get on the elevator. I was going to blow her a kiss if she looked back up, but she never looked at me, keeping her eyes down on the floor. Once the doors to the elevator were closed, I headed out to my car and the drive home.

About half way there, I realized that I had needed to get groceries the other night, but had only gotten beer and chips since I had been running late for the game. So instead of heading directly home, I headed to the grocery store. Now that it appeared there were going to be two people living in my house, I needed the groceries to support us.

As I was going in, I saw the hardware store beside the grocery. I decided to get them to make me a few copies of my house key so that Angela could have one. I then headed over to pick up groceries and they promised to have my keys ready by the time I returned.

A shopping cart full and a couple of hundred dollars later I was headed out to the car. Once I had all the groceries loaded, I picked up my keys from the hardware store and headed home. On the drive home I decided to do a little research on the internet to see if I could find any reports of medical conditions like what had happened to me, or least try to get some ideas on how to curb what appeared to be an addiction.

After the car was unloaded and the groceries were put away, I heated up some soup, grabbed a banana, and headed to the office to do some searching.

Several hours of internet research later and no closer to finding any answers, I took a break and walked out on the front porch to let the cool night air wash over me and try and relax.

It was starting to feel a bit like spring and the daffodils were starting to bloom so I decided to grab my laptop and sit out here and read a few of the fiction stories that I had come across in the course of my search. Mostly they were erotic stories and adolescent fantasies, but there was one story in particular that had interested me.

It too had occurred in a grocery store and I was more than a little freaked out by how close the story was to what had happened to me. If anything, my case was much worse than what was described by the author, but there were no hints on how I might reduce Angela’s dependence on me.

After reading for an hour or so, I was starting to get cold, so I headed back inside. It was getting late and I was a little worried about Angela, but there had been no phone calls so I figured she must have been doing alright. I was tired and decided to head on up to bed, making sure that I left the light in the foyer on and the door unlocked.

I’m not sure what time it was, but sometime later, I felt Angela crawl into bed beside me and wrap herself around me, holding me tight until she stopped shaking.

“Are you alright, Angela?” I asked sleepily.

“I’m fine now, Master, I’m fine. Please go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said quietly, running her fingers through my hair and kissing me softly on the cheek.

I was so tired that I did exactly what she told me.

Chapter 5
The Fourth Day

I could definitely get used to this, I thought as I drifted into consciousness feeling a warm mouth sucking on my morning erection.

When I did manage to open my eyes, I was again greeted with the sight of Angela, her beautiful brown hair framing her face, intently sucking my cock and playing with herself.

When she caught my eye, she pressed down until my cock slipped into her throat. She then began to bob up and down on it, lightly squeezing my balls, until I began to pump my come directly into her throat. Each time I would spasm, she would swallow and the sensation made my orgasm last until I was seeing blue.

When she was sure that I had nothing left to give her, she slid up along side me.

“Good morning, Master,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “I know you hate mornings, but do you think you might start to like them just a little bit if you knew that awaited you?”

“I do think that I could be a morning person if I woke up like that every morning,” I replied, laughing. “Of course, I might die from that much stimulation every day too.”

“Well, we can’t have that, so we’ll just have to make sure that you stay healthy enough to endure it!” she replied haughtily.

She gave me another kiss and then sashayed into the bathroom, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder as she turned the corner.

I thought about joining her but figured that it would just get me in trouble again. Instead, I rolled over in the bed, intending to get up when I heard her shower go off.

Sometime later that morning, I was again awakened, but this time it was Angela lowering her wet sex onto my re-hardened cock. She was crouched over me, squatting on her feet and holding my cock so that she could lower herself all the way down on it.

When I was deeply seated inside of her, she grabbed the headboard and started squeezing my cock rhythmically with her internal muscles. She was incredible at this, and it felt like there were small wet hands wrapped around my cock and squeezing.

Then, when I was even harder than before, she started moving up and down, squeezing me just before every upstroke, holding tight until she reached the end of my cock, then releasing and sliding back down.

Soon she was bouncing up and down on me, her still damp hair flying around her face, her firm breasts bobbing up and down in front of my face, so tempting that I had to lean up and capture a nipple between my lips and start sucking and nibbling on it.

Apparently, that was enough to push her over the edge. Just as I lightly bit on her nipple, she shuddered and slid all the way down on my cock, her legs splaying out to the sides. I could feel her muscles spasm around my cock as I ran my hands up and down her back and over her tight ass.

In a few minutes, she seemed to have recovered. I rolled over on top of her, pulled her legs up over my shoulders and began to rapidly pound into her, not stopping or slowing until she began to thrash her way through another orgasm, which was enough to send me over the edge as well.

For a few minutes, I just held there, deep inside of her, looking into her slightly glazed eyes. I thought about how wonderful this was and how awful at the same time. That’s when I felt my cock soften and slip out of her.

I let go of Angela’s legs and rolled over on my back, letting her head drop to my crotch and clean up all our secretions. She was quick and efficient about it and surprised me when she took a small paper cup and used it to collect all our secretions from her sex, then taking it to the bathroom where she proceeded to drink it down, chasing it down with a cup of water.

Then she surprised me again by pulling me into the shower and washing me from head to toe. I especially enjoyed the scalp massage, when she pulled my head down into her breasts so that she could better reach my head. At least that was the excuse she used.

“Don’t you need to get to school, or your job?” I asked as I finished rinsing the soap from my body and watched her begin to wash herself.

“My first class isn’t until ten, and then I have to head downtown and sit in on the hearing we were preparing for last night,” she replied.

I slipped out of the shower and finished getting ready while she was still in the shower. I figured that I didn’t have to be at work terribly early either, so I slipped downstairs and worked on some breakfast.

Even though I had gone shopping the day before, I had mostly bought things that you could eat on the go, since that was how we both seemed to do breakfast. But I did have some eggs, mushrooms and cheese and decided to cook some omelets.

I prepped all the food and started the water for coffee, then waited until I heard her heading down the stairs to start her omelet.

“I hope you like cheese and mushroom omelets.” I called out as she came down the stairs.

“I love them!” she replied. “I thought you had gone to work already. What are you doing fixing breakfast?”

“I thought I would surprise you. Neither of us had to go in early today, and I was craving some real breakfast, so I fixed some.”

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