Is Fifty Too Old?
Part 2 by Bridget
The Week Between
The week I spent getting my affairs in order before moving in with Master has to be one of the strangest weeks of my life. He had taken all of my clothes with him, leaving me with nothing to wear except the collar that was locked around my neck. Yet I was supposed to arrange to have my things put in storage, rent my house, close my bank accounts and wire the money to his account. I also had to get a power of attorney signed giving him the ability to dispose of any of my assets. I knew from past experience that it would have to be notarized and there was no way to do that from a computer. I went to bed that night fingering my collar as I went to sleep, trying to figure out exactly how to do everything.
I woke up early Monday morning, did my morning ablutions, and made breakfast. The first call I made was to the real estate agent who had sold me the bungalow. I asked if she rented properties for others and she said she did, so I asked if she would be willing to take over the management of mine. She acted surprised because I had only owned it a few months, but when I assured her that I was serious, she grew silent for a moment. Then she surprised me by asking if I was interested in selling. I asked if she knew of someone interested and she said she was.
She explained that she was divorcing her husband and that the bungalow would be perfect for her. She offered a fair price, including waiving the realtor commission, and I accepted on the spot. I told her I would be out in a week and she could take possession any time after that. She said she would get the paperwork together and asked if I could sign the papers on Friday.
“Uh, can we do it by mail or fax?” I asked hopefully.
“Sorry, Maggie. This is one of those things that has to be done in person. Is there a problem with Friday?”
How do you explain that you can't meet someone because you don't own any clothes? There just isn't a good lie you can make up in that situation.
“Sue, this is going to take some explaining but I don't have any clothes to wear.”
“Maggie, this isn't a formal occasion. Jeans and a sweatshirt will be fine.”
“You don't quite understand. I meant it literally, Sue. All of my clothes are a couple of hundred miles from here.”
“What are you wearing now?”
I just could not bring myself to tell her it was a slave collar. “A kind of a necklace.”
“That's all you have on? That's all you have to wear for the next week?”
“My God, Maggie. Why?”
“Umm, would you believe I lost a bet?” I asked.
“Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. If it has to be done in person, can we do it here?”
“Sure, but I will need to bring someone else to witness. Is that a problem?”
“Male or female?”
“I can get a woman to come with me,” she answered. “You're serious about having to be naked for the next week?”
“Okay, I'll see you on Friday about one o'clock.”
I hung up the phone and thought about what it would be like to be naked in front of Sue and another woman. There was no way to hide my slave collar. Oh well, I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. I didn't want my slavery to be a game, something I could turn on and off like a light switch. If I was going to be a slave all of the time, then I better get used to being one around others. I could not image that my new Master was going to be the only person I saw in person for the rest of my life. Others would have to know about me.
My next chore was to get on the computer and close out my investment accounts. That was really pretty easy. Everything I had was in a few mutual funds and I was able to get the forms on line, fill them out at home, including the instructions to deposit the money in Master's account, and fax them back from my printer.
My next call was to Jim, my banker. I explained that I was selling my house and would get the check on Friday afternoon. I asked if there was a way to get it deposited then wired into another account the same day.
“What kind of check?”
“I'm not sure. It is from Sue Bronson, the realtor. She is buying my place.”
“No problem. Sue has her business and personal accounts here. Just bring it by Friday afternoon and I will take care of it.”
“Jim, can I ask a favor?”
“Sure, Maggie. What is it?”
“Could you come by and pick it up? I won't be able to come by the bank.”
“No, everything is fine. Really. It's just that I can't come to the bank in person.”
“Well, I need to get a written authorization from you to close your accounts and do the wire transfer. What time is your closing?”
“Okay, I'll stop by at two thirty to get your signature on a few things and pick up the check.”
“Jim, could you fax me the forms? I'll sign them and put them in an envelope with the check and leave it on the porch for you.”
“Maggie, what's going on? Are you under some type of duress? We've been friends a long time”
“Jim, I swear, everything is fine.”
“Maggie, here is the deal. Either I get the stuff from you in person, in order to verify that you are okay and doing this of your own volition, or the deal is off. It's not that I could be putting my job at risk if you are being forced to do this, which I am, by the way. I want to make sure you are all right. Nothing less than in person. Do we have a deal?”
Friday was going to be a hell of a day, I thought. But I didn't want any loose ends. Everything had to be done by Friday. “Okay, Jim,” I answered. “But be prepared for something a little out of the ordinary.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You'll see on Friday. I can't tell you anymore until then.”
“Okay. See you Friday at two thirty.”
My next chore was to locate a storage facility for my things. I started looking around on the Internet and found a few places in town but then I thought that it might be easier to deal with things if the storage was in Master's home town. So I spent some time looking at places there. I didn't decide on one place or contact anyone because I wanted to find out about packing and moving my things first and began searching for moving companies. I called a few but when I said that I needed my things packed and picked up on Friday, they explained that they could not do it that fast.
I decided to get some lunch and work on it some more that afternoon. As I surveyed my fridge, I realized that I was going to run out of groceries in another day or so. Just another hurdle, I thought. How to get groceries without going to the store? I pondered that problem while I ate but didn't think of anything other than showing up at the grocery store naked and that wasn't acceptable. As I finished lunch, my helplessness because of my nudity really hit home, but instead of panicking, it made me horny.
I cleaned up the lunch mess and went to my bedroom and stood in front of a full length mirror to look at myself. Yes, definitely a slave, I thought, looking at the naked woman wearing a collar. I knelt down in front of the mirror, spread my knees wide, and began to masturbate while watching myself. The visual feedback I got from seeing myself collared and playing with myself really got me going and within a few moments my orgasm was causing me to twitch and spasm as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.
It was so unbelievable that I leaned back, my legs folded underneath me and did it again. This time I didn't have the images from the mirror to help me but the image in my mind, of my pussy thrust up and the strain my position was putting on my thighs was more than enough to get me off with a second massive orgasm within the last three minutes. When it was over, I unfolded my legs and just lay there, limp and sweaty. I dozed off wrapped in a warm cocoon of pleasure.
When I woke up, I realized that I still had work to do. I got back on the Internet and started calling more movers. I finally found a local company that would pack and pick up on Friday. I told them what I had over the phone and they gave me an estimate but said that until they actually loaded the truck and weighed it, they could not guarantee the price. I told them it was okay but then they said they would send someone over tomorrow to walk through the house. When I asked why, I was told that they needed to get a feel for the number and types of boxes they would need along with blankets for the furniture, wrapping paper for dishes, and other packing supplies. I asked if I had to be present and they said that yes, I did, because they didn't want to handle an accusation of theft if their person was in the house alone. Biting my lip, I agreed that I would meet them at nine in the morning.
Now that I had a mover, I made the arrangements for a storage facility in Master's home town. My work for the week was essentially done, except for groceries.
That night, I called Master to tell him about what I had done. He listened to all of it, including my fears about being naked in front of friends and strangers. When I finished, he asked me if I thought of wrapping myself up in a towel.
“No, Master, it never even crossed my mind.”
“Why not, slave?”
“Because you said I was to remain naked all week. Wearing a towel would mean disobeying you. Not the best way to start, I think.”
“Good girl,” he responded and I smiled from ear to ear. “What are you going to do about groceries?”
“There is a large convenience market open twenty-four hours on the other side of town. It is more than just a quickie store; it has fresh meat and produce, but it should be fairly slow at three in the morning. I will get some cash from the ATM so I don't have to use a check or credit card and do my shopping then.”
“You are surprising me, slave. Do you really think you can go through with it?”
“I don't know, Master. I will let you know tomorrow night when I call.”
“When you do, and notice I did not use if, anyone you talk to will be addressed as Mistress or Master. After all, they are free and you are not. Understood, slave?”
“And remember that a slave cannot lie. If they ask you a question, you will respond truthfully. Understood?”
“One more restriction. You may not have intercourse with anyone.”
“Thank you, Master.”
We said goodnight and I hung up. I decided to go to bed early because I would have to be out and about at three in the morning. I set the alarm for two, and then realized that I really didn't have to do a lot to get ready, just a shower and makeup and changed it to two thirty.
But I couldn't go to sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts about what I was going to be doing over the next several days. I imagined myself pulled over by the police, or having an officer in the store when I showed up naked; leading to my arrest and being taken to jail naked and in handcuffs (the handcuffs part was really not that disturbing). Or getting in an accident, or the car breaking down, or someone from the store calling the police, and on and on and on. Finally, I wore myself out worrying and drifted off to sleep.
When the alarm went off, I hit the snooze button once and got up when it went off again ten minutes later. I took a quick shower, dried my hair, and put on the minimum of makeup. While I did it, I was thinking that I wanted to look nice if anyone saw me and laughed out loud.
It was just after three in the morning when I pulled out of the driveway. My first stop was the drive through ATM a couple of blocks away. I pulled up and looked at the screen dumbfounded. It said OUT OF SERVICE in blinking letters. There was a walk-up at the front of the bank that was well lit and exposed to the street. My choice was to use that or add about thirty minutes to my adventure, albeit in the car. Thirty seconds exposed in the light or thirty minutes in the car? I choose the former.
When I stepped out of the car, I wasn't feeling very confident. As I tried to put my card in, I fumbled it and dropped it on the ground when I realized there was a camera behind the window. I picked up my card and my confidence grew when I realized that the video would never be seen unless there was a problem with the ATM that night. I got my money and was heading toward the car when another car pulled into the lot. Judas Priest, I thought, who else would need money at this time of the morning. I jumped in my car, which I left running, and quickly pulled away, constantly checking my rear view mirror to see if I was being followed. It took me several minutes to relax when I finally realized I was alone on the street.
When I arrived at the store, I sat in the car for several minutes working up the nerve I would need to go inside. I tried deep breathing but it didn't help at all. Best to get it over with, I thought, instead of dragging it out. I was trembling as I turned off the car. I left the keys in the ignition and carried only my money as I got out and walked up to the door. A quick look inside showed a girl, about nineteen or twenty, at the cash register reading a magazine and a boy, maybe a year or two older, stocking shelves. I stopped my trembling; trying to appear as if this was the most normal thing in the world, but inside I was a mess. I pulled the door open and the girl looked up. Her jaw dropped open as I walked up to one of the carts and pulled it out of the row.
“Hey, Cal,” she called out. “Get up here.”
Cal came sauntering up as I pushed the cart toward the front corner of the store where the produce was. When he turned the corner and saw me, he picked up his pace and hurried over to me.
“Lady, you can't walk around the store naked,” he said, not quite yelling but raising his voice as he spoke.
“Why not, Master?”
“It's not hygienic.” He paused for a few moments and then asked why I called him Master.
“Because I am a slave and my Master and instructed me to address all free men that way. And I just showered before I came over here so I am sure that hygiene won't be a problem, Master,” I added.
“Slavery's against the law,” he told me, not being able to think of anything else.
“Not if it is consensual on my part, Master,” I answered as I put three tomatoes into a plastic bag and into the cart.
“But being naked in public is.”
“Yes, I suppose it is, Master. Are you going to call the police?”
He didn't know how to answer my question, so he turned to his companion who came over to watch and listen.
“Ginny, what do you think?” he asked her.
“You're the night manager. Up to you,” she told him.
This was the moment of truth. I could get in trouble with the police, or I could take charge and try to handle it. I tuned to face him, spread my feet shoulder width apart, and put my hands behind my back so that I was completely exposed to him. “Please don't call the police, Master” I said. “My owner would be upset with me and I would be punished.”
“How?” Cal asked.
“I would probably be whipped, Master.”
“You really are his slave,” Ginny asked.
“You have to do anything he tells you?”
“What about what other people tell you to do?” Cal asked.
“There is one restriction, Master. I can't have intercourse even if I am ordered to by someone else. Otherwise I have to follow a free person's orders.”
“Cal, what are you thinking?” Ginny almost screamed at him. Obviously, Ginny and Cal had gotten it on before.
Cal hesitated a second, trying to come up with something. To his credit, he did with barely a pause. “We have a lot of work to do tonight. I was thinking that we had some free labor.”
Ginny got a pleased look on her face and Cal took over. “Go lock the front door and put a sign up that we had a plumbing malfunction. Say that we will be closed until 5:00 a.m.”
Ginny smiled broadly and hurried off to make up the sign. Cal turned to me. “What do I call you?” he asked.
“Maggie or slave, Master.”
“Maggie, there is a broom in the storeroom. Sweep the floor and when you finish, mop it from back to front.”
I ran back to the storeroom and saw the broom next to a sink. There was a large bucket and a mop next to the broom. I left my money on a shelf above the sink, carried the broom out, and began pushing it in front of me to sweep up. I was surprised at how big the pile of dirt got as I swept and had to stop a couple of times to dump it. It took me about a half an hour to do the whole store. I took the broom back and filled the bucket with hot water and some chlorine bleach that Cal showed me. I mopped for the next half hour while both of them watched me work naked.
“Master, it is about 4:30 and you are going to reopen the store at 5:00. I still have my shopping to do. If I do you and Ginny with my mouth, can I complete my shopping and leave?” It was all I could think of to get out of there and get home before dawn broke.
“Cal, don't you dare say yes,” Ginny quickly interjected. “Anyway, I have a better idea.”
“She said she let her master whip her. What if you whip her and we send her on her way.”
I could see that Cal was torn. “Please, Master. I have to get home before dawn. I would agree if I could still get my groceries.”
“I won't whip you,” he said and I sighed in relief. “But if Ginny wants to, I won't stop her.”
They took me to the storeroom and had me stand facing a pillar that supported some shelves. Ginny had me put my hands over my head while Cal wrapped them to the pillar with the cellophane that they used to wrap produce and meat. Then she asked for Cal's belt and whipped me for the next fifteen minutes.
I was crying and begging her to stop, pleading with her to end my pain but it just seemed to spur her on. She kept calling me a slut and a whore while she whipped me until I could not cry out anymore. I hung from my arms sobbing while she continued to beat me. Cal finally stopped her and cut the cellophane holding me up. I sank to the floor crying and just stayed there, curled up in a ball. After a few minutes, Cal helped me to my feet and led me back to the store after I got my money.
He helped me push the cart around as I got the groceries I needed. When we finished shopping, Ginny rang up the groceries. I faced Cal and told him thank you as I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He leaned in and kissed me and I returned the kiss while he fondled me. We broke free and the look on Ginny's face said that she could commit murder right then but I am not sure which of us she would have killed.
“I'm sorry, Mistress, but it was the only way I could thank him,” I told her.
Cal bagged the groceries and I paid for them. Then he took them out to the car and loaded them in the trunk while I got behind the wheel. As he finished, he came around to the door and I rolled the window down. “Thank you again, Master,” I told him.
“Probably better if you don't come back anytime soon,” he said.
“I promise, you won't see me again, Master. Can I make a suggestion?”
“What is it?”
“Master, tell her that you love her so much, you want to own her. Tell her she is so desirable, that you want to keep her as your slave. There is about one chance in three that she will accept, but if she does, you will both be very happy together.”
He just stood up and got a funny look on his face and stood up. I pulled away and drove home, staying right at the speed limit. I was worried that I wouldn't get home in time to get the groceries inside while it was still dark. I just made it and as I closed the door behind me, I heard a car down the street start up and pull away.
The first thing I did was check my back. There were angry, red welts from the top of my thighs to my shoulders but I wasn't bleeding from any cuts. I went back to the kitchen and put the groceries away before I got in bed and went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was late afternoon. I got in the shower and just stood under the hot water, letting it soak some of the soreness from me. As I did, all I could think was that I really was a slave and my performance that morning proved it. Over and over the same thought kept running through my brain until the water finally turned cool and I turned it off and got out. After I dried myself off, I made some dinner and sat down to watch some television. It wasn't long before I was fingering myself with one hand and playing with my nipple with the other. I stretched out on the couch, threw one leg over the back, and let the pleasure fill me up. When I came, I moaned softly as my body tensed and lifted up off the sofa. As my climax subsided, I sank back down into the furniture and let he warm afterglow flow through me. When it was over, I sat back up and finished my dinner.
When I called Master, I told him everything. It took me a long time because I tried to repeat the conversations as I remembered them. When I finished, the only thing he said was, “You were born to be a slave, weren't you?”
I told him I thought so but that after what I had done, the walk though for the movers and the closing on Friday did not scare me as much as they had. I could feel his smile over the phone before he spoke up again. Then he suggested that we go back to the grocery store some time to see if Ginny had agreed to become Cal's slave.
“Looking to add to your harem with a younger model already?” I asked but was laughing so he would know I was just kidding. He laughed out loud over the phone, almost deafening me.
“No, I am quite content with just you as a slave. Do you know what the Chinese ideogram is for trouble?”
“Two women under one roof.”
I laughed louder than he had but pulled the phone away from my mouth as I did.
“There is no way to enforce this, but I think you will obey. You can masturbate, but only if someone is watching. I don't want you wearing yourself out before the weekend. If you feel the need that strongly, you will ask whoever you are with for permission. Agreed?”
“Yes, Master. No more orgasms unless I am performing for someone.”
“Good luck, slave.”
“Thank you, Master. Good night.”
We hung up together and I cleaned up the dishes from dinner. I watched some more TV before I went to bed.
In the morning, I went through my routine; toilet, shower, and makeup. I got some breakfast and then I began mentally preparing myself for the walk through. About ten minutes before nine, I knelt down about five feet from the front door, sat back on my heels, put my palms up on my thighs and kept repeating, “Maggie, you are a slave, you are a slave.”
At nine sharp, I heard a car pull up. I took a deep breath and exhaled while I lowered my eyes and focused on a spot between my knees. When the door bell rang, I called out that it was open and to come in. I heard the door open and then someone cried out, “What the hell is this, a joke?” The voice was feminine. I looked up and saw a woman just a few years younger than me standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a business suit with a gray skirt and jacket and a pink blouse and scarf. She had gray pumps and carried a case in her hand.
“No, Mistress. No joke. I swear.”
“I've read about people like you. That's a slave collar you're wearing, isn't it?”
“And you really are a slave?”
“You own this house?”
“Technically, I do, Mistress. My name is on the deed, but it is being sold on Friday and the money will be put in my Master's account.”
“Well, it takes all kinds, I guess. Stand up and let's get started.”
Not exactly the reaction I was prepared for. In my mind, I had been expecting a man. I stood up and we went through the house while I pointed things out and she made notes in a folio she had taken from her case. It had a standard form on it and she checked off the rooms, noting the furniture and the things that would require special care while packing. It took us about a half an hour. When we finished, we were back in the living room and she asked if she could get a cup of coffee while she finished her notes.
“How do you take it, Mistress?”
She answered that black was fine and I scurried to the kitchen to pour her a cup from the pot I made for breakfast. When I brought it back in, I set it on the table beside the chair she was using and knelt down facing her in the center of the room. I assumed the same position I was in when she arrived. She worked for a couple of minutes while sipping the coffee every so often, basically ignoring me. When she finished writing, she put her pad and pen back her case and picked up her coffee while she looked at me kneeling in front of her.
“You want to tell me about it?”
“If you wish, Mistress.”
So I told her everything. I explained about not having children, the divorce, my on line exploration of D/s, meeting Master, the decision to submit to him, and my trip to the grocery store. It took me almost an hour to tell it but she had stopped me after about five minutes. She took out her cell phone and called her office. I only heard her part of the conversation but she said she was going to be delayed and could someone take her next two appointments. When she hung up, she indicated with a nod that I was to continue.
When I finished telling my story, she told me to get her some more coffee, which I did and knelt down again. She sat there watching me as she took an occasional sip. I wasn't exactly uncomfortable under her gaze, just a little confused about what she expected from me. I felt myself growing wet and my nipples, which had remained flat until then, crinkled and grew hard.
“Are you getting turned on?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered as I blushed all over.
“I've read some of the stories, like Beauty and O, but I never thought I would meet a real slave. But I have to tell you, the part that turned me on was the idea of owning someone like you. Someone who would do everything I told them.”
The silence hung heavy between us. I didn't know what to say, but clearly she expected some response from me. Finally, it came to me. “How can I please you, Mistress?” I asked.
She stood up and took off the scarf around her neck. She went behind me and tied it around my head, turning it into a blindfold. Then I heard her undress and sit back on the chair. “Do me,” she ordered.
I inched forward on my knees with my hands out. When I touched one of her knees I got my bearings and moved between her legs. As I leaned forward toward her pussy, she pulled my hands up and put them on her breasts, indicating that I was to stimulate them as I performed cunnilingus. This was the first time I had done a woman and I wasn't sure exactly how to do it. I probed her pussy with my tongue until I found her clit and licked and sucked it while caressing her breasts and stimulating her nipples. As she started to respond, her hands came down to my head, pushing it deeper into her pussy. I was struggling to breath and she felt that, releasing the pressure slightly so I could continue. I felt a bead of sweat role down her breast. Just before she climaxed, she pushed my head deep into her again and held it while her hips pushed forward. I held my breath and waited for her to come down from her orgasm. When she did, she released my head and I leaned back, sitting on my heels.
“That was pretty good. Your first time with a woman?”
“I need a bath. You will bathe me. Draw a tub, she told me as she stood up and removed the blindfold.
I stood up and scampered to the bathroom to run the water. She followed me, walking slowly and when she got to the bathroom, she pulled down a towel and wrapped it around her before sitting down on the toilet to wait for the water.
When the tub was full, she handed me the towel and got in. She told me to start with her hair which I did; taking a long time to shampoo her while I massaged her scalp. I used the big sponge I kept in the bath to rinse her hair, filling it with water and then squeezing it out over her head. To bathe her, I held one foot up and out of the water as I worked up her leg, then did the same for the other leg. I had her lean forward as I washed her back. When I finished, she got up on her knees so I could wash her chest and then her pussy and bottom. She kept her eyes closed throughout the bath, enjoying the sensations as I rubbed the lather in with the big sponge. I used the sponge to rinse her off and helped her out of the tub. Then I dried her by wrapping her in a big towel and gently rubbing her all over. When she was clean and dry, she sat down at my vanity wrapped in the towel so I could fix her hair and makeup. All in all, it took about forty-five minutes to bath her and get her ready. When I finished with her makeup, she told me to get her clothes from the living room. She stood there as I dressed her.
I knelt down in front of her again and she told me how wonderful it was. Then she told me to follow her to the living room and sat down while I knelt on the floor. She took out her pad and began discussing the move as if nothing had happened and I wasn't a naked slave kneeling in front of her. She explained some options and made recommendations which I invariably took. The packing and pickup was scheduled for Saturday. I gave her Master's phone number to call so Master could meet them at the storage facility. When she finished, she gave me a copy of the form with the estimate at the bottom. The price was reasonable but again I was told that it was only an estimate until the truck was actually weighed. I gave her a key.
She got up to leave and I stood up to see her to the door. As she opened it, she turned and said, “I wish you well in your new life as a slave. I hope it is everything you want it to be.”
“I'm sure it will be, Mistress,” I answered and then she stepped outside and closed the door.
As soon as she was gone, I realized how horny I was but I hadn't asked for permission to masturbate from her. I sulked awhile, thinking about doing it anyway but I could not bring myself to disobey Master.
Tuesday afternoon, all day Wednesday, and all day Thursday were some of the longest days I have ever lived through. No place to go, nothing to do but get on the computer, watch TV, or read. And no relief for the sexual urges that I was beginning to feel almost constantly. But when I woke up Friday morning, I knew that in another twenty-four hours I would be with Master.
Friday morning just crawled by. I must have been looking at the clock every five minutes thinking that an hour had passed. When it was about ten minutes to one, I knelt down in front of the door and calmed myself for what was to come. When Sue knocked on the door, I called out for her to come in. I had forgotten that she was bringing someone to witness the signing. As they entered she looked me over and then said she thought I had been kidding. The two women sat down and Sue told me to get off my knees and sit across from her, which I did. When I spread my knees, she told me to put them together because she didn't want to look at my twat.
“If that's your idea of a necklace, you need some coaching on fashion. What is it?” she asked.
“A slave collar, Mistress.”
“What do you mean a slave collar? I thought you lost a bet.”
“That isn't exactly correct, Mistress. I found a man and agreed to become his slave.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I don't mean to sound flip, Mistress, but I wanted to. I am doing this because it is what I want.”
“Carol, this is Maggie. Or aren't you Maggie anymore either?”
“You can call me Maggie if you wish, Mistress,” I said to Sue. “I hope you aren't shocked, Mistress,” I continued turning to other woman.
“Of course, I'm shocked,” she replied. “Could we please get this over with so I can get out of here. When you said she would be naked, I thought she was some kind of naturist. I wasn't expecting this.”
Sue had us move to the dining room table for the signing. Carol went through all of the papers, explaining everything as we went. We signed everything she put in front of us without really reading it. When it was over, she handed me a check, got up, and left. Sue remained and asked if I had any coffee.
“Just what is left over from this morning. Let me make a fresh pot.” I got up and went to the kitchen to make the coffee. I waited there as it brewed. When it was ready, I asked if she minded if I had some also. She didn't object so I carried two mugs back to the dining room table.
“Do you have any cream?” she asked.“Just some milk. Will that be okay, Mistress?”
She nodded and I went back to the kitchen and brought out the milk. She poured some in and stirred it with the spoon I had brought while she stared into the cup. Finally, she spoke. “So you've been naked all week?”
I assured her that I had. Then she asked me what I got out of running around with my pussy exposed and my teats flopping around.
“It isn't about being naked, Mistress, although that is part of it. It's about giving up control and having someone else make the decisions. The fact that he wants to keep me naked is incredibly sexy. I've had more orgasms in the last week than I've had in the last two years that I was married. I could have disobeyed him and put something on this week, even if it was just a towel, and he would never know. But I would have known and would have felt worse by disobeying than I did being exposed to others. I want this but I understand that it comes with a price. It isn't easy to do what I have done this week, and if you told me I would have gone through this last month, I would have said you were crazy.”
“Well, so much for women's lib,” she said but her laughter was clearly forced.
“Mistress, would it surprise you to know that I am wet right now?”
“You're kidding, right?”
“No, Mistress. Master told me on Monday night that I was not allowed to masturbate unless I asked permission of someone and they agreed to watch.”
“Are you asking me if it's okay for you to frig yourself in front of me?”
“Good God, Maggie. What kind of a slut are you?”
“Not a slut, Mistress. A slut still has free will. I need a release and the only way I can get it is if you agree to watch.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Just turn your chair around and tell me that you want to see me masturbate.”
“What's in it for me if I do?”
I told her about the woman from the moving company and what she had me do. “She seemed to enjoy it, Mistress,” I finished.
“But if I ordered you to do the same thing for me, you would do it and I wouldn't have to watch you do yourself, would I?”
“No, Mistress.” I answered and hung my head down, crestfallen. She wasn't going to agree.
“Go ahead, Maggie. Masturbate for me.”
My nipples grew almost instantly, poking out from my breasts as I got up from the table and knelt down beside it. I spread my knees and put my finger inside me. As I played with myself, I looked right in Sue's face, making sure she kept her eyes on me. I was on such a hair trigger that I came almost at once.
“Again,” she ordered.
This time, I took my time. I started slowly moving my finger in and out without really searching for my clit. My other hand went to my breast to finger my nipple. I kept watching her and the look on her face was intent as she watched me pleasure myself. As my climax approached, I shook with a frenzy I had never experienced before. It was almost as if I was having a convulsion and my orgasm was long and powerful. It subsided so slowly that it felt as if hours were passing before I came down from it. I was weak all over and lost my posture as I sagged with my shoulders hunched.
“Again,” she ordered.
I looked up at her and there was a smile on her face. What was she doing to me? I wondered. I switched hands and sucked and licked the juices from the hand I had used while I played with myself.
When the climax finally came, I was startled. I cried out in pleasure as my finger kept working on my button so that the orgasm would last and it did. For almost five minutes (Sue told me later), I trembled and cried with pleasure. When it was finally over, I got down on my belly and crawled to her. I kissed her feet while I begged for no more. I was covered in perspiration and my hair hung wet from my sweat and tangled in front of my face.
She stood up and bade me kneel. She bent at the knees so her head was just a little higher than mine. Taking my breast in her hand, she fondled it for a few moments before standing up. “Good luck to you, Maggie,” she said. “I know Jim will be here soon. I just didn't want you to have to go through this with him.” She got her things and walked out.
I had forgotten all about Jim coming over. I looked at the clock and it was ten minutes after two. He would be here in twenty minutes. I ran to the bathroom, took the fastest shower of my life, and tried to put on a little makeup. It was too late to do anything about my wet hair. Just as I finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I hurriedly got in position and told him to enter.
“Maggie, what the hell?” he exclaimed as he came through the door.
I didn't realize how different it would be with a man instead of a woman looking down at me. I was much more aware of my shaved pussy and gapping lips than I had been when the others saw me. I looked up at him and smiled.
“Would you like me to explain, Master?” I asked.
“You damn well better explain. And make it quick or I am out of here. Jesus Christ, Maggie. What are you doing?”
“Master, I met a man and that is why I am moving. I have enslaved myself to him and he is the one who took my clothes. I will be with him tomorrow and you will probably never see me again. But I have spent the week naked. I wear his slave collar around my neck. I am not being forced to do this, other than through my choice to enslave myself so I must obey him.”
“Stand up, for God's sake, and at least cover yourself a little.”
I got to my feet and put one arm across my breasts while my other hand covered my pussy in Eve's classic pose. “Would you like to sit at the dining room table, Master?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Go over there and sit down.”
We sat at the table and I signed the two forms to close my accounts. Then I endorsed the check and handed it to him.
“Is there anything else, Maggie?”
“Master, you were a good friend to me during the divorce. Is there anything I can do to thank you properly?”
“Are you asking to make love to me?”
“No, Master. I am under orders not to have intercourse with anyone this week. But I am offering you my mouth for your pleasure, Master.”
I could see him hesitating. I knew he was married so I took him off the hook. “Master, if this slave was too bold, I apologize.”
“No, Maggie, not too bold. I am not a kid and I understand that some people live the way you are. But I love my wife and don't want to do anything that would hurt her.”
“Master, I will be two hundred miles away tomorrow. You will probably never see me again. I don't want to do anything that would make you feel guilty, but I don't know how else I can thank you for everything you have done for me.”
“Maggie, the offer is sufficient thanks. Let's leave it at that.”
We stood up from the table and faced each other. Unbidden, I moved toward him and pressed my body into his. “Thank you for being a gentleman, Master,” I said as I got up on my toes and kissed him. We kissed for a long time but he never put his arms around me. He was a great kisser and I felt myself growing wet as I pressed my body against his, crushing my breasts against his chest. But I broke it off because I didn't want to leak on his pants.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“You almost make me regret my decision. Take care, Maggie.”
He took his things and left. My ordeal was almost over. I had the trip tomorrow and I knew I would have to fill the tank once I was underway, but I was planning on leaving early and could do it while it was still dark. Looking back on it now, I would not have traded it for anything because it removed any doubt I had about my decision. I knew myself to be a slave and was very content with it.
End of Part Two