Yes, Master

Chapter 3

“Now what should I do with you?”, He said in a his deep voice.

Her body shivered as goosebumps formed, her eyes fluttered, and her breathing intensified. Her plump breast rising and falling rapidly under his watchful gaze as her tongue moistened her lips before biting the bottom lip briefly, she replied, “Whatever pleases you, Master”.

He tipped his head to the side and grinned at her. The simple gesture causing her to feel herself wetten even more. He chuckled at her reaction, releasing his grip upon her thick mane. As he leaned back into his chair, she gasped for air not realizing that she had been holding it somewhat. His hazel eyes gazed down upon her noticing the shallowness in her breath, making notes of her reactions to use to his benefit later. She leaned her head closer to him to lay by his thigh, feeling herself lightheaded. He pet her wavy locks as he began to speak to her.

“You will obey me, ancilla. You will please me, or you will be punished, and if there is any doubt in your little slave head, let me assure you that I can and will. Do you understand?” In a breathy voice she answered simply, “Yes, Master”.

He placed his finger below her chin and lifted her head slowly and she complied obediently, looking up to his stern chin, then to his lush lips, next his strong cheekbones, and resting finally to his mesmerizing eyes. Her green eyes threatened to tear at the sheer realization that he was looking at her, that she was honestly there, and she gulped. He continued to lift her chin up till her head was resting against her back. Tracing his finger slowly down her neck, he watched her reaction carefully as his eyes squinted. Placing his large hand around her throat, he squeezed. Soft gasps and moans came from her mouth as her body surrendered to the strength of him. Her mind telling her she couldn\'t breath, but her belly, her gut, felt enraptured by this man and his power over her.

He released her as quickly as his hand circled her neck, then gripped her hair fiercely. She gasped as his mouth vigorously took hers. Her mind was elated with all that she was as her body responded. Her nipples tweaked under the soft silk and she felt her clit twitch with desire to be touched. She had never felt so utterly helpless in a mans grip as she did at that moment. He owned her for all that she was. His tongue darted out and she complied with opening her mouth, feeling his tongue graze over her teeth and dancing harshly against her own tongue. Her thighs spread automatically as he pulled back to trap her bottom lip between his teeth and tug on it.

She felt as if she couldn\'t breath now that he had pulled away. Her chest rising and falling hastily as her eyes fluttered back open to gaze again upon this man, this master. He chuckled again with his whole heart behind it as he watched her, then he thumped her over the head and she began to giggle slightly knowing he was knocking her back to her senses. “Fetch me a beer, slut”, he said as he released her from his grip and his stare. “Yes Master” she said as she placed her palms to the floor and tried to pull herself up slowly. Her legs were weakened and she had no desire to fall before him and look like an idiot.

She turned quickly and with eyes as wide as saucers looked to ariel as if to say “whatta man”. Ariel chuckled to her and said, “Come on ya slut, let me show you to the kitchen.” With a stupid grin on ancilla\'s face, “uh huh” was all she could get out. She walked behind his slave towards the kitchen with a stunned look upon her face. She retrieved his beer and stopped while walking back to him. She looked at ariel and said, how does he prefer his serves. Ariel thought for a moment and said, “Na, it\'s only fair that you learn the same way I did” as she chuckled lightly. With a deep breath, ancilla made her way back to him holding his beer close to her belly as thoughts of which way to serve him went through her mind.

Remembering to be sensuous, her hips began to sway seductively as her eyes again raked his strong features. The mischievous grin and raise of her eyebrow betraying her innocence, she stepped towards him and then lowered herself to her knees. She spread her thighs wide before him as she held the drink against her belly. The cap already removed, she held it there for a moment, remembering her love of serving and her gratitude for the opportunity for it being him. Her heart swelled with the love of being a slave as she lifted the drink to her lips and kissed the side of it; then she extended it out to him, as her head remained lowered between her arms. Parting her soft pink lips a sultry voice escaped, “Master, I bring you your beer and pray that it cools you on this warm day.” Holding her form, her back straight and her head lowered in submission to him, she felt his hand brush against hers as he lifted the brew from her trembling paws. She lowered her palms back to her thighs and waited for further instructions.

She heard him swallow and make a gratifying sound, then felt his hand ruffling her hair as he said, “For now, the way you served will be fine. If it pleases me, I may modify it later.” “Yes, Master” she said obediently. “Go help ariel in the kitchen.” She leaned forward to again kiss his knee and he brushed the side of her face with his hand. She shivered again as her cheeks blushed and her mouth opened slightly. He watched her get up and move towards the kitchen as she playfully looked over her right shoulder to him and smiled widely at him before disappearing into the kitchen.

Her own thoughts giving revery to the events having just taken place and her bodies natural reaction to them. She knew that he was watching her carefully, how she kneeled, whether she shook in heated anticipation, her breathing patterns. He would, more than likely, continue to do as such because she knew him to be a wonderful Master and one that took pride in knowing how to master a woman. Mindlessly, she worked beside ariel in the kitchen, making notes in her head of his preferences to things and embracing the differences in the culture. Ariel was absolutely wonderful and ancilla fell into ease at asking her questions. She had been to homes before where their were other slaves and found it useful because she had someone to learn from and ask questions too.

She watched and listened as ariel told her of the daily chores and showed her around the house; Noting that while the home was big in many ways, it was also quite quaint as well. Everything had it\'s place but it was lived in. She found herself putting away the items in her overnight bag and wondered where, if she would be permitted to stay, she would be sleeping. There was an extra bed, but also knew that some would have her sleep on the floor or at the foot of the bed, she had done that before as well. While going throughout the house to do the things ariel instructed her to do, she noticed that she was being watched by him but she kept her eyes down. She could feel when his eyes were upon her and felt her body respond to it. She chuckled to herself thinking that she would surely be wet the entire time she would be here.

After a bit, he called for her again, and she hurried to him, lowering to kneel once more. He fisted her head and guided it to the ground as she extended out her legs to lay on her belly. Her breathing quickened as she found herself utterly beneath him. He stood up and walked around her like a animal stalking it\'s prey. “This is the way it was always intended to be ancilla...women serving men.” She felt her legs being kicked apart wide by a booted foot as she gasped and could feel her belly quiver. Her mind in utter torment of the unknowing what was going to happen.

“Men have dominated women for centuries, since the beginning of time, it is natural order, the way it was intended. Your ancestors laid down before men, helpless to them ancilla, it was their place as it is yours.” She felt his booted foot place upon her neck and she arched it, submitting to his power. Her body quaking under him as her heart raced. Her mouth went wet matching the warm feeling between her legs. Swallowing hard, she felt the pressure of his foot increase over her neck. Her body lay weak and helpless before him as she succumbed to this Master, gave in to what she was...a woman begging to be enslaved by him. All strength from her fled and she felt limp under him as she felt her juices swell over her clit. Small moans penetrating through her panting lips. She lost all sense of place and time as her body elated in it\'s surrender to him. She felt his boot lift from her and her body sighed out of loss.

“Remove your silk and display slut.” She complied by pushing up from the floor, he could surely see she was trembling as there was nothing she could hide from him. Undoing the knot on the silk between her breast as quickly as she could with shaking hands, she began to unwrap the garment till gravity pulled it to pool of fabric at her feet. Raising her hands to entwine behind her neck, she stood up straight as a sword, tipping her chin up slightly while her green hunger filled eyes lowered in submission. Bending her knees slightly she lifted one foot placing it just in front of the other, remembering that every position should be sensuous and pleasing to the eyes.

He strutted about her as his hazel orbs examined her first, then, she felt his fingers touch her back and slide down her spine. Her neck thankfully had her hands holding it up, keeping it in position as she was sure it would have fallen back. Softly, she moaned, feeling the slight roughness in his fingers and hands trail over her back. They rested for a moment on a scar on the soft skin of her left shoulder. “How”, he said. “A wire from under the top bunk bed when I was little, Master. My brother and I were playing and we didn\'t think it was deep enough for stitches, but apparently it was, Master.” “Hmmm”, was his reply. She bit her bottom lip as his hand trailed down to ass, softly at first before gripping her right cheek, then the left. Softly moaning as her cunt pounded almost in anticipation. Her ass clenched slightly at the roughness of his grip before he released it to trace a circle around her left cheek.

The feeling of floating overcame her as she struggled to stay standing. His fingers followed her waistline to the front, as he now stood before her. He pressed his hand upon her belly as she could no longer hide her bodies natural desires and her mouth opened widely to pant and moan, cooing at his touch. His hand moving up to cup her left breast, as she gasped for air, her head tilting back as far as it could, her eyes fluttering madly. She could hear her the pounding of her heart in her ears, vibrating with intensity as the swell between her legs gave haste and began to twitch to her heartbeat. He moved to the other breast, grazing his fingers over her now hardened nipple, then tweaked it unceremoniously, causing her breath to catch before a helpless cry exited her wanton lips.

Chuckling, he kicked her legs wider as his hand slid down her belly. Instinctively, her pelvis tipped slightly, as the source of her heated torture cried out to be touched and stroked. His hand moved to her thigh and came up instead. She blushed slightly as she felt his hand find her juices all over supple thighs, a sign of her bodies natural desires, apparent from how far away from home they laid. His fingers moved to the smooth soft flesh of her very moistened pussy lips, her chest heaving, her own moans reverberating in her ears. Her swollen and hardened clit pronounced as he moved a digit forward. His finger began to swirl around the throbbing nub for a moment before he paused causing her eyes to open and she looked up to him to notice her watching her...watching her reactions as her face contorted into sheer pain from him stopping.

She had, in fact, had many conversations with him about the fact that she had never orgasmed with a man, and now, she was sure that her body didn\'t need much more to willingly give that to him. He had always been in her mind, since their first conversation, and this man, this master had been the one she desired to please with all of her being. She would sell her soul to the devil himself to please him. Here he was with his hand on her body but even more so, inside her mind, soul and heart. Her face went from pain to happiness as she smiled at the fact that wherever it went and wherever it stopped was his choice and would be because it pleased him. She smiled softly looking up to his eyes as he looked down upon her, knowing that he was in control and his will would be done.

Suddenly, she felt his finger move, sure he was taking it away and then...she felt the thrust of his finger claim the inside of her lubricated walls. Crying out, she noticed him still watching her and dared not to take her eyes from him. He simply stayed inside for a moment and then removed his finger. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as he brought his finger up to trace her panting lips, coating them with her own juices. Her tongue tried to move out as his other hand gripped her chin up causing her mouth to close slightly and her tongue make its retreat. He tipped his head looking to her and said, “I\'ll tell you when you can feed.” Her hands barely kept their strength behind her head as they lost grip on one another but stayed up holding onto her neck and shoulders for dear life. His words sending her through the roof as her mind reeled from never having felt like this before.

He traced her lips again with her juices and dragged the wetness down her chin. Then he leaned closer to her,as her eyes widened, and licked her chin. Her clit twitching with madness as the source of those juices swarmed over it. He leaned back and grinned at her before saying, “Hmmm, a pleasing taste ancilla”, then he savagely took her mouth in his before biting her bottom lip and pulling away. He then released her chin from his grip and stepped back to his chair sitting down but still watching her. Her body shook visibly before he said, “You\'re released ancilla, relax.” She was able to take one small step before falling in front of him in a heap of utter and total helplessness.