Claiming Claire

[Tseranc]

Having her, THIS woman, call him a title, which previously had seemed so over used and worn out, filled him with pride. Pride and desire. ‘Master’ had never sounded so good as when it slipped from her sweet lips, uttered with confidence in what she was saying.

Yet more rules clearly needed to be established, as those long arms wrapped about his neck. Her breath and skin teasing him through his shirt. It was enjoyable and tempting, and she knew it…. but it was no longer her place to tempt.

“Cocoa it will be then, and I’m glad you’re so comfortable.”

His middle finger coiled under his thumb, and crept up silently to the soft skin just below her ribs. The tension built until his finger escaped the thumbs hold, striking across her flesh. It never left a mark longer then a few minutes, took no tools or toys, and always stung like hell. This time was no exception, as she jumped back in surprise, grabbing the ‘attacked’ spot.

“Stand and listen pet, not drape yourself all over me as if I needed seduced.”

Jason took another, single step away from her. Though she was not harmed, his eyes were filled with an unspoken apology. “As my pet, you act as I direct, and until directed you will present yourself in such a manner as to be waiting and ready for instructions. Later I will show you specific modes of this presentation, but for now you may stand, or sit with your legs folded beneath you. Is this clear pet?”

He walked in a wider circle around her, as if he scrutinized every twitch of her body; her every breath. From behind her he spoke calmly, but firmly again, “Tonight you will reflect on your own desires and limits. If there is any action or scenarios that is ‘out of bounds’ for you, you will write it down. Likewise if there is anything you enjoy, or think you might enjoy, you will provide that as well. These lists are to be finished before you sleep.”

Stepping close enough to reach out and firmly grab her ass in both hands, and whisper in her ear, “And we both have work tomorrow. You will remain the best lawyer around, you’re professional abilities will not drop or falter one bit. You will go out into the world tomorrow and kick ass as always. Then you return to me here, strip down as you are now and present yourself to your Master.”

These things needed saying, but he could not deny is desire for her any longer. He wanted her for how strong she was, how demanding her standards were. But whatever the reasons, want her he did. Now.

His left hand slid up to her back, and pushed forward, while his right slipped down further to cup her moist sex. The simultaneous actions causing her to bend over, exposing her sex to both is touch and inspection. His fingers massaged her lips, and toyed with her clit.

“You want this, it is easy to see. Your pussy is wet, confessing how you longed to be controlled.”

He took his hands off her only long enough to unfasten and drop his pants, then they returned, respectively, to teasing her cunt and forcing her to bend over.

“Tell me I’m right and you can have what you want so badly right now. Say ‘Yes Master’, and I will fuck you.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The “pinch” had been a shock to her, but one that was easily dismissed once he explained himself. She bit the retort that she wanted to give, swallowed it and continued to let her speak to him. Mentally she stepped back and chided herself for acting like a school girl in love. She was in love, but she wasn’t some horny teenager and she shouldn’t have allowed herself to play one.

His direction on how she was to sit made her wonder if he meant on the floor by his feet? She was about to ask, but he continued speaking and so she made a mental note to herself to address his instructions later. Then when he asked her to provide a list she smiled to herself, knowing that question would top a list of questions she was sure were going to come up.

All thoughts of limits and concerns fled her mind when he grabbed her ass. A moan of want escaped her and she felt her lips become covered in the slick fluids of her arousal. Her lower lip trembled when he ran his fingers across her sex and bent her over. She felt alive and trembled with need.

Once the words left his lips, it was a matter of millionths of a second that the “Yes, Master” left her lips and he was plunging into her.

“Ahhh...” she cried out as the head of his cock slammed home. She squeezed his shaft and felt him drag out of her, then plunge back in. “Please... oh please don’t stop.. Ja.. Master...” she begged him. “Please don’t stop fucking me... your pet...”

She was doing her best to remember his rules, as he claimed her as his property. His cunt. His whore. She was all these things at that moment and as she accepted his impalements, she felt herself growing more hot, more wet, and hungry for more of his assault.

 

[Tseranc]

In the center of his living room stood two bodies. One bent over, grabbing at her legs for support, the other slamming his member hard into the woman with such force that she’d have been sent tumbling onto her head had he not been gripping her hips so firmly.

Months of desire, months of dreams of the day she would return, they all lead to this. Jason thrust into her like he was trying to drill through to the other side. Countless nights of longing had created a tension that now was set loose.

His hands slid down off her hips, around to the front of her thighs, where he latched on with a powerful grip. He bent slightly over her back, the added leverage forced his little slut off her heels and onto just her toes each time he rammed his cock home.

He could see the effect he had on her body – the same she had on him. The nearly violent actions leading them both speeding toward their eminent climax. She was close, he could feel the muscles in her legs tense further, her back begin to arch. Her sex tightened with each forceful invasion.

“Do not cum yet. We will cum together, and you will remain standing the entire time – do not fall.”

Faster and harder he pushed; priding himself on the discipline required to last even this long. Then he saw their reflection in the glass-topped coffee table. Her head bounced with each thrust, but the globes of her breasts snapped back and forth from the forces at play. Deep in the recesses of his mind he knew that it had to hurt, but the image drove him wild.

“Cum! Cum now pet.”

Unintelligible moans and grunts were all that followed as Jason let loose the torrent of pearly white goo inside his new slut.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She felt so much. Emotions ran through her like a tidal wave. Pain and pleasure caressed her body and it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She felt the sway of her breasts, ignored the sensations as best she could. She clenched tight his cock and when he told her to wait for his command to come she wanted to cry out that she could not. But she didn’t.

She listened and she obeyed.

When his words hit her though she was gone. The tide of creamy silk exploded and blanketed his cock. She screamed her release and pressed her ass back, tightening her hold on him, refusing to let him go until he had given her every once of his seed. For that one brief moment, she owned him. No other time in her life had she felt both as if she were the possession and the possessor.

A dawning, or an awakening if one would rather say filled her with awe. He owned her yes, but she owned him too. It was not an relationship where he took everything and gave nothing. He’d had given her everything in the heat of his fluids, in the force of his passion. He’d given her a part of himself and for that she would be eternally grateful.

As she came down from her high she didn’t move, barely breathed and knew that if he released her she’d collapse. Her body was no longer hers. It was weak. It was full. It was empty. There were so many emotions she couldn’t put her finger on any one.

She could only cry. The tears fell in droplets that spread on the freckled chest and slid down to hug hard nipples. “Jason...” she whimpered and then whispered, “My Master... thank you.” The words were sure and stronger, but laced with love.

 

[Tseranc]

Stream after molten stream did he pump into her sex, until finally he could move no more – utterly spent. Physically, mentally and emotionally spent, everything poured into His Claire.

For a long moment he stood there, holding her to him, both unable to move. If he left go of her, she’d fall, and he wasn’t very confident his legs would stand alone either. Finally he decided the only recourse was for them both to gain the comfort of the soft carpet below. His left arm extended toward the floor, and bent his knees. This took both off balance, and in a controlled fall they descended. Jason made sure he if first and she landed on top of him…the jolt sending a brief shot of pain through his still buried cock, but the warmth of her pussy surrounding him instantly made him forget the landing.

She lay on top of him, and his hands reach up to caress her breasts, softly soothing them of any trauma their sex had wrought on them. So full and beautiful, he thought he’d enjoy playing with them all night.

But soon time took its course, and his softening member slipped free of her dripping cunt. The erotic mixture of their cum slapped against his balls, pulled along by his cock.

Whispering in her ear, “Thank you for coming back. For understanding.”

With that he rolled them both onto their right sides. Standing he scooped the well-used woman into his arms and carrier her to the hall and through the first door on the right; his office.

“Make your lists pet, then you can come to bed with me.” He deposited her on a stood in front of a drafting table, then retrieved a fountain pen and two pieces of thick, quality parchment from his the desk across the room.

Jason leaned over and mashed his lips to hers. Heated passion drove their mouths to their own loving actions, until he broke the kiss abruptly; leaving both yearning for more.

He turned away, removing the shirt that had been tolerated until now on his way to his bedroom. He hoped she’d finish soon, but soon found his eyelids too heavy. Naked and asleep he waited for her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire sat for what seemed like an eternity, but it wasn’t really. Her body was used and she welcomed that new fucked feeling. She toyed with the pen, yawned and then as if a lightbulb went off in her head she began her list. She wrote and didn’t stop writing for over an hour. On one piece of paper she made a list she called: NO, NEVER, NOT EVEN IF YOU PAID ME.

This list consisted of things she would not do. She listed having sex with animals, minors, members of her family... she put in parenthesis (it happens, but not with me). She added she would under no circumstances allow him to urinate on her or play what she’d learned through research as brown showers. She drew several exclamation marks behind these two things. She also spoke of risking her job. She would never do that. She would never embarrass herself or her family for him.

She flipped the paper over and listed her desires. She desired to be made to feel special as if she were important, to not feel cheap by the new step she was taking. She wanted rewards for being good, and she knew she would have to be punished, but she wanted to have a time she could come to him and speak to him if she felt he was punishing without provocation. She also desired a list of rules she could study, ones that she would have. If he wanted to give her a new rule he told her and gave her one chance to be “good” if she failed then she would accept her punishment. She bit her lip, she wasn’t sure she’d answered that question about desires right, but she hoped she had.

Another yawn escaped her and she rubbed her tired eyes. Then added... I desire my pets. She knew he would understand her cats and her fish.

The next paper was quickly filled with script. There she listed what she enjoyed. She listed sexual positions she liked the most. Her on top. Him on top. She put in parenthesis (doggie style isn’t my favorite, but you somehow do it right). Again she put a dozen or so exclamation points behind her statement. She then added her fantasies. Ideas she’d never shared with anyone. She wanted to experience group sex. She wanted to be fucked against a wall. Tied up and blindfolded.

She also listed things she would be willing to try, but she wasn’t in a big hurry too. Being gagged and cut was listed on this side of the parchment. Perhaps fucked in public, but again she stressed her public appearance.

A thought occurred to her and she fished out another slip of paper. She listed questions that came up and she wanted him to answer, but she was worried she’d forget them. Those she wrote out quickly, the hours growing later as she did.

Sitting on the floor? Couches? Chairs? All the time? Even during meals? She also asked what would happen if she “failed” to do what he wanted? Or forgot his rules? She asked what his desires were? His fantasies? His limits?

She slipped the pen back to the desk and stood on her tired legs. The pages were left on his desk and she went to the bathroom, showered and washed away his and her come, brushed her teeth with his toothbrush and then quietly crawled into bed. She wanted to stare at him for hours, but she couldn’t. She promptly fell asleep.

 

[Tseranc]

He was tired, and never even noticed when she came to bed, but he was glad to find her next to him when his alarm went off.

It was early…5 AM. He yawned and stretched, then rose from his bed. The body beside him seemed to roll back over trying to avoid the fact that morning had come. Jason pulled the covers from the bed, and gave her ass a light, playful slap. “Rise and shine…I’m out of bed, and thus so are you dear.”

He walked directly to the shower and noticed she had been there last night…. that would have to change, but for now it was fine. His large shower could easily and comfortably fit two, and he preferred his pet to join him; he’d tell her tonight.

5:30AM, on the dot, a knock came at the door, and Jason, in his robe, answered it. Breakfast was always brought to him from the bakery on the corner. Each morning they chose whatever was the most fresh, be it doughnuts, scones, or danishes, and delivered to his door at 5:30 sharp.

“Breakfast is ready!” He places the scones, blueberry today, on a plate, took the orange juice from the refrigerator and walked into his office.

Sitting at his desk he read over her notes, chuckling at the first page, as he ate his meal. He’d have to make a point to get home before she did.

“Claire, did you wish to keep your place downtown, or are you moving in? This choice is yours, for now. If you keep your place, that is fine…might give you a break if you ever need it.”

He said it dispassionately, but he actually hoped she’d choose to simply move in. She came down the hall, still preparing herself for the day ahead…. good she had found the suit he had bought for her…granted it had been some months ago and left here in case she ever stayed over. It looked sexy as hell on her, hugging all the right places, yet looking completely professional. “You don’t have to decide now, just think about it today.”

He dressed quickly, with practiced ease. Mornings were never a rush for him…his schedule almost timed to the minute. Today he had read her lists instead of the news. He was dressed and groomed by 5:50.

She seemed to take a bit longer, and he was willing to wait. He’d drive her to her work or his, where he assumed her car was – whichever she chose. As soon as she looked ready to go he stopped her, and placed a key in her hand. “This apartment is as much your home now as it is mine…the rules you asked for will be provided tonight. For now, just know that you are always welcome.”

He stepped behind her, and removed a small box from his coat. He wrapped his arms around her, so she could see as he opened it. Inside was a thin black leather choker, with an emerald mounted in gold at its center.

“Since you are Mine, I get to decorate you as I wish, and I couldn’t help but think of your eyes when I saw this gem. Wear it as a reminder throughout your day that you are mine, and my heart is yours.” He placed the necklace around her throat, and fastened it before spinning her around and kissing her sweet lips. “Let’s get going pet, don’t want you being late.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She awoke, feeling like a new woman. Her hair, was quickly groomed and pulled back into the severe bun she was known for. Her make-up was applied to perfection and when she appeared the first thing she wanted to do was press herself against him, but he gave her no time for that. He quickly gave her a set of keys and asked about her desires to move in or not. Her eyes shone brightly as she accepted the key and lay it in her purse.

Before she could answer his questions he had graced her with a collar and of leacher and jewels. Her skin burned from his touch and she felt his kiss claim her once more. “It’s beautiful Master,” she whispered her fingers touched it gently.

“I would like to keep my Suite, not because I do not wish to be with you at all times, but as you know my home is closer than yours and there are nights that cases will continue late into the night and though I hope not, very well into the wee morning hours. My home will be the bed I fall into if I can’t make it back to you. My pets, I would like them to be moved here, because I see my time being spent here for more hours and days then those at my Suite and they are part of my life. . .to abandon them is not very responsible of me.”

She picked up her purse and briefcase and slipped her fingers into his hand. “I still do not know everything, but I thank you for last night and for this.” Her fingers caressed the emerald and she pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting him once more.

 

[Tseranc]

His car sped through the town, seeming to dare any authority to stop him. None did, and they arrived quickly at his office building – the building where they had first met some months ago.

He stopped the ‘vette right behind her parked car. Her hand went to the door’s latch, but he quickly grabbed the opposite wrist and pulled her to him. His lips claimed hers, and she opened up like a morning blossom to allow their tongues to dance. The passion between them continued to increase, until he broke it off suddenly; releasing her wrist and mouth simultaneously.

“Enjoy your day My pet, your cats will be moved by the time you arrive tonight.”

He watched her depart the low sitting vehicle, those long legs gracefully sliding out. He couldn’t wait to have her home again tonight.

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But the day had drug on, and on. His new post might be bringing him the income needed to support his lifestyle and still make progress on the property he bought, but it was terminally boring. He designed less, and interacted with snooty clients more – not the arrangement he would otherwise prefer. Still….it paid the bills.

The last client of the day had left before lunch. He had already foreseen this project, and had his package for the firm’s bin complete. He had nothing to distract him from the thoughts of the woman that would return home to him.

A light knock sounded from his open door, and Michael Wilton, chairman of the board for the entire firm, walked in closing the door behind him. “Seems like you’re little pet project came back eh son?” he waved his hand to stop any response. The man was friendly, so much so Jason could hardly believe they shared something of the same lifestyle. “Nothing is hidden from me my boy, especially in my own parking lot. Good on you. A conquest like that seems more impressive then your last one.”

Mr. Wilton poured himself a bourbon from the bar in the corner of the office, and sat down on the corner of Jason’s desk, friendly, but looking down on him. “You should bring her tomorrow.”

Shit! Tomorrow is Thursday. “We’ll see Mr. Wilton, it’s still pretty early on for her, and as I am sure you know, she’s a busy woman. I’ll not allow her new decision to effect her career.”

He didn’t immediately understand the intense interest his boss had with his lover, but then it clicked. Monica.

As Mayor, Monica had plenty of issues in the court system, professionally and a few private matters – which were expensive to keep quiet. She had always been a pain in everyone’s ass at the club, and Wilton wanted to give her a good slap across the face – a ‘See who we have in our pocket now” statement. The kind Monica herself was known for.

The situation did not sit well with one Jason Claremont. As a member of the club, each had vowed to make whatever resources they had available to the others, which was how they kept the entire region as their slave, but it had never occurred to Jason that his new pet might be his most recent, and powerful resource yet.

It churned his stomach.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The morning would have been ideal if Claire had been allowed to be lost in the memory of Jason, but she was not. As soon as she hit her office she was again the Lawyer and the pain in the ass to many others. She had to be in court at ten and so she quickly popped a granola bar and a bottled water into her purse. She hoped to be out by lunch, but she doubted she would have that option.

When she got to court she smiled at her client. A young man who was suing his former employer/lover for sexual harassment. No one wanted the case; the two men were lovers at the time and there was a fine line that had been crossed. The accused was supposedly told that if “certain things” were not performed at home in their bed, that being a third partner... then the accused would lose their job.

The accused broke up with the partner and the job was lost. Her job was to prove this to be the truth, though the Defendant states the lover was fired, because of poor workmanship and slothfulness. Two things that the Plaintiff claims were encouraged by his boss, the lover/Defendant.

By the time lunch was called she was exhausted. She sipped her water and ate her granola bar, to tired from not getting enough sleep the night before. She yawned and suddenly felt hands on her back.

She jerked up and spun around. “Oh, hi.”

“Oh hi...” Alan Leeks said.

“Yay, hi.”

“Come on. That’s all I get? No kiss hello, no how are you?”

“Hello... and goodbye.”

She turned and walked away, grateful for the distraction of court. The last thing she needed was her own harassment case. She shivered over the memories of the former lover and partner. What was he doing here? She’d not seen him in over fifteen years. She’d been twenty, fresh out of college and a nobody. Now she was thirty-six and someone. She didn’t want to deal with him or whatever he had to say.

 

[Tseranc]

Jason muddled through the rest of his day, smiling for the clients, only to scowl at their backs when they left his office. Two more home renovations for the truly wealthy. Filthy rich was a more applicable term, he thought. He hated these projects most of all. It was simple one-upsmanship; piling more expensive crap in each room then the last guy showed on MTV. Never any true style to it, never keeping with whatever original vision the building itself had been constructed with.

At least neither of the clients were members of tomorrow’s meeting. He wasn’t going to take her he had decided, even if she had the day free. He didn’t know how long he could keep her form it, but your second day as a sub should defiantly not include that level of pressure.

And he didn’t want her life or career on the line. Not ever.

Eventually he had had enough, and with no further clients, he left, telling his secretary he’d be drafting up the new proposals form his home. He lied. He had matters to see to before Claire got home.

He drove off, coming to the discrete entrance of Ralph’s. He had ordered several items nearly four months ago, all using the same measurements the 4 dresses had been for. Ralph, the defacto leader of their little club or not, was always silent about who and when shopped with him. He had made a deal with Jason when he ordered these particular items, he wouldn’t’ have to pay until they were needed. Today he picked them up.

His next stop had been Claire’s hotel. It was surprisingly easy to get into without a key…knowing the manager helped. 30 minutes later he was finally setting two cats in their plastic tote in the passenger’s seat. He would have never guessed that convincing two animals to get into a little box was so difficult, let alone at the same time. He was exhausted. He left a note for housekeeping to feed the fish, he just didn’t have the sort of ambition to try and tackle a salt water tank, let alone transport such equipment n a corvette.

Mr. Claremont had never been so happy to be home, depositing the cats softly on the ground before hanging the newly purchased garments for Claire in the 3rd room. The cats prowled around the apartment, investigating every nook and cranny.

He was not about to write down any rules for her to follow, no that would be too easy. He’d explain as soon as she got home – which he hoped was soon. He had never before felt such exhilaration from having a new pet as he did now that it was Claire.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Court finished on time and she headed to her car. She stopped a few feet away and groaned. Her feet closed the distance between her and Alan Leeks. “All right, what do you want?” she asked.

“Dinner. I wanted to catch up on old times, perhaps knock back a few drinks.”

She smirked and hit her unlock button. “No Alan. I’ve got plans and they don’t include you. Please move.”

He stared at her for several seconds before moving. His hand cupped her cheek. “Come on doll. You were a great fuck when you were my intern and I bet you’re a greater one now that you have found your place in the world.”

She jerked her head back. “I am a great fuck. Just not yours.” She opened her car door and slid in. He grabbed it and pulled it back.

“We’re not done, babe. I have some business problems back in Miami and I need to make sure you’re going to keep your mouth shut.”

“I’ve got nothing to say to you or anyone about our past. I left and you went on to make partner.”

She yanked the car door and slammed it, barely missing his fingers. The engine was revved and she left him standing there staring at the lights of her car.

There was only one place she wanted to be and that was home. She called her Suite and asked if Jason had been by. They told her yes, even mentioned him taking her cats and ordering her fish taken care of. When asked how long she’d be gone, she told them for sometime, but the yearly housing was paid for, so she expected her home to be dusted on schedule and her belongings cared for until further notice.

When she arrived back at Jason’s she was tired, but relieved that Alan Leeks was no longer on her mind. Instead there was a man she desired to look upon once more. She slipped inside and took off her heels. “Jason, I’m home,” she called out as she headed down the hall looking for him.

 

[Tseranc]

Her entrance made his heart leap. He had just finished placing some of the more tame selections he had purchased today in the bed room, displayed on the bed, and had begun actually working on those horrible plans to butcher a home in the name of renovation.

“Welcome home Claire, I’m in the office.” He shouted back. When she came in, she took his breath, and all his attention. He rose to wrap her in his arms and gently kiss her inviting lips. She looked a little tired; he’d have to remember to go easy tonight.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get changed My pet?” He barely managed to keep his look of anticipation off his face. It was a surprise for both of them. Her that he had chosen such for her, and him, which she would choose. “I’ll meet you in the living room, I’m just finishing up here.” He gave her butt a little swat and a knowing grin, to send her on her way.

The suspense nearly drove him mad as he opened a bottle of wine, a cab’, and then prepared an assortment of cheeses and crackers. He poured two glasses of the wine and seated himself on the couch, sipping his drink in the very dim light. He eagerly waited for his pet to present herself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

His kiss had once again melted her. She felt weightless when he released her and the thrill of being called His pet, sent a blush to her cheeks and a warmth spread through her stomach. She was about to ask him how his day went when he told her he to change and then swatted her ass. She giggled and then left him and walked to their bedroom. She yawned, but covered it up and began to undo her business suit, before taking a look at what to wear.

When she glanced over at the bed, she stopped and smirked. “Been shopping again,” she whispered. Once more Jason had left her an array of clothing and shoes as well as some jewels, to choose from. The jewels she set to the side, not wanting to wear the heavy gems on this particular night.

Her eyes feasted on silk, satin, linen, lace... as well as leather and other fabrics that she knew would hug her body or at least show it off. She took off her suit and placed it on the chair, making a mental note to ask Jason about dry-cleaning services and what day of the week they picked it up.

She then slipped to the bathroom and showered off the tension of the day and the vile coating of slime that accompanied her whenever she thought of Alan Leeks. Eventually when she felt she’d washed herself throughly she went back to the bedroom and picked up the clothing she wouldn’t be wearing and hung them in the closet or deposited them in the dresser that she assumed she’d be using.

There was one nagging question and she wasn’t sure how to play it. Her feet were killing her and pumps, heels, boots, nor sandals were very appealing to her at the moment, so those too found a place in the closet. Her fingers grabbed a gold anklet and she slipped it over her trim ankle. She then lifted her hair, piled it up onto her head and pushed in several tear-drop tipped hair pins. Finally she lifted the black mini dress and stepped into it.

She tied the string and then stared at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands down her body and then smiled. Quietly she left the room in search for her Master and her friend. Claire found him and stood there for a minute gazing at him and wondering what he thought of her. She stepped over to him and for a moment thought of what had transpired last night. No words fell from her lips as she sank to the floor in front of him and leaned against his leg.

 

[Tseranc]

Jason sat smiling at the woman as she came down the hall. Her attire was simple, yet still looked wonderful. With time she would grow more daring with her selections and if not he’d leave fewer options.

His grin grew wider when she wordlessly kneeled at his feet, and leaned against his leg. Nearly perfect.

“Very good pet, but for now you must sit attentively and listen.” His hand caressed her hair and neck, and then withdrew. “Kneeling, feet crossed, back straight, sitting on your ankles. Your hands should remain folded in your lap. Your eyes should remain on your hands unless told otherwise. For now, I wish you to look up and pay attention.”

Once she had attained the correct position, he gave another loving compliment. “You may ask any questions you wish for now, specifically for clarification of any rules I may give you. You left me many written questions last night; I will answer some of them now.”

“Each time I call for My pet, you shall come and display yourself as you are now before me, or standing with your ankles crossed, hands clasped together behind you and your eyes down. You will learn what circumstances demand which, if you expect to be given instructions immediately, you should remain standing.” He took a sip of his wine as his eyes searched over every bit of her body.

“None of this is meant to degrade; you shall present yourself like this so I can enjoy your beauty instantly. As I am now.” He really did want her to know how even this simple exchange was enjoyable.

He continued on, as her eyes told him she was ready for more.

“As Claire, you act accordingly. Fully equal, do what any would do. As My pet, you are never to use any furnishings until told other wise. Whatever you are last addressed as, be it Claire or pet, that is what you are in the morning when you wake. You may, in private, place yourself as pet at any time, or at anytime reclaim yourself as Claire through your safe word.”

“Remember these rules, they are all you get for now. More will come, and you will have to remember those then. Some will come like these, when you are able to give all your attention to them, other times they will come but once and perhaps unexpectedly. For now you will practice what you have been given.”

He extended her the wine glass meant for her, “Ask any questions, and join me up here, while we talk about your lists My cherished one.” He pat his lap, indicating where he wished her to sit.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire felt a moment of fear and a sense of loss as he explained to her what he wanted... demanded from her. Her face paled slightly when she realized how much freedom she would be losing and she wondered if it wasn’t time to run again. She felt it, deep in her gut the need to flee.

How could she be so strong and sure one moment and then weak and frail the next? What hold did he have on her that made her feel like she was giving up everything and she would never be worthy of him, but would always disappoint him? She swallowed her fear or at least pushed it aside.

Her lips lifted in a small smile and she stood up and then sat on his lap. What did she have to ask him? He had told her already what he thought of her. This pet was a term she liked, but now she wondered what that meant. No use of the furniture. She wasn’t a dog or a cat... she was a human, wasn’t she? She was more confused now than she had been before, but she said nothing, fearing the questions would upset him, instead she asked, “How was your day, Master?”

Her fingers were clasped tight in her hand and she tried to relax in his arms. Could she go through with this? So many questions and only she could answer them.

“Is there anything you need Master?” she kept her eyes on her hands, all the time asking herself what had she done to deserve this... this separation from him.

He wouldn’t even allow her to look at him. What reward was there in that? She loved looking at him. She could gaze upon his face all her life and never grow bored of it.

 

[Tseranc]

She sat tense in his arms…he had come across to stern and hew knew it. This was a delicate time, and he refused to fail with her.

His hand softly stroked her cheek, lifting her chin until their eyes met. “Relax. I was stern, but those were the rules you asked for. Now you are here in my arms and I wish you to enjoy it as much as I am. Forget about what happened today, put it far out of your mind…Claire and Jason had to put up with the day, the night belongs to us.”

He hoped she understood. In becoming his ‘pet’ she was to shed everything else, just as he left everything that was not her Master behind as well.

He kissed her lips, the same strong, demanding crush of the lips as before her choice, though this time with a gentle passion. Yes, he had been far to firm with her so soon, and only because he had let his day get to him…his fear of one day having to bring her to….

He put it out of his mind and enjoyed their embrace. When the kiss broke, he hugged her to him, arms wrapped about her as if he had missed her for months since just this morning.

When he finally released her from the bear hug, he gazed back into her deep green eyes. Finally, “Are you hungry pet? I have appetizers on the counter, dinner should arrive shortly. Why don’t you bring them here?”

He took another brief kiss before actually letting go enough for her to depart.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire relaxed in his arms and returned his kiss. She felt herself respond to his touch and once more was able to ease into the role she had been so excited about just moments ago when she was dressing. The kiss and the embrace ended to quickly for her, but she did as she was told and walked over to the food that he had laid out for them to enjoy.

She brought him the tray of cheese and crackers as well as the bottle of wine. She placed them all on the table and then sat down on her knees and assumed the “position” he had deemed appropriate for her position.

Her fingers shook as she prepared him a plate, fearful that she would disappoint him and fail him. How he had such a hold on her was beyond her, but he did and she was scared to lose him? Someday everything would be second nature to her and she would have no fear or doubt run through her. She prayed that day would come soon.

Claire handed him a plate and then made one for herself. “Is there anything else Jason?” she sipped at her wine and then stilled. “Master,” she repeated out loud.

 

[Tseranc]

“I was about to say that you took this a bit to seriously…you may return to where you were before you were sent…in this case my lap. But we had a little forgetting, didn’t we, pet?”

Shit! Already?! It was expected, but he really didn’t have the heart to start doling out punishments. Was he getting too soft for this?

He sighed heavily. He looked down, and for the second time noticed that she chose not to wear any shoes at all. She was all about the glamour most the time, so he deduced her feet hurt too badly to entertain that notion.

“I had really wanted tonight to be soft, and fun. I’m sorry, but if you are serious about this, then follow me.”

He stood up and walked to his office. The entire room was carpeted, except for two feet of hard tile along the back wall, which was the bar.

He pointed to the tile, “Stand there pet, stay there until I come for you. I’ll finish up some work while you work on remembering.”

He bent forward to kiss her as she stood on the cold surface, but then broke away just before their lips touched. He went to his desk and resumed his work from earlier. It pained him…now he had to be both Master, and Jason the architect. Seldom did the two meet.

After a short time, a knock came at the door and Jason left to answer it, leaving his pet Claire standing where she was. He had wanted to share with her a favorite treat…the very best egg rolls in town, and steamed dumplings as well. Jason knew just about every great place for food that was fast or delivered. He himself was a good chef, but never had the time during the week.

He sat at the table and debated his options…hating them all. Finally he decided. Shouting just loud enough so he knew she could hear. “Claire baby, why don’t you come out here and eat with me?”

He did love Claire, even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to be a good pet yet.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire wasn’t sure what to expect when he mentioned her forgetting to call him Master. When she followed him to his office and was told to stand while he worked, she made a funny face, but did as he requested. Her feet first welcomed the flat cool surface, after all she’d been on heels all day and they and her were tired. Soon though her calf muscles were growing a bit tiring, but nothing too strenuous.

She stood there growing a bit annoyed with his ‘punishment’, but said nothing. She had forgotten and from what she had read this was a minor way to deal with a ‘bad’ toy or pet. The websites she’d visited in her spare time had talked over other forms of punishment, so this she knew was getting off easy.

More minutes passed and she sighed, wondering how long he was going to steal time away from them. He could be spending it with her if he’d just... her thought stop and she sighed again. If she’d remembered then they’d be spending time together, instead, because she didn’t remember it was her fault that they were not together in the living room feeding each other cheese and sipping wine.

He didn’t speak the whole time and she was still feeling the sting from the kiss he’d denied her. It was as if she wasn’t there. Something she didn’t like. She gritted her teeth when she heard the bell sound and knew that dinner had arrived. Her eyes widen in surprise as he left her alone. “Damn it,” she muttered to herself after she knew he was answering the door and could not hear her.

Suddenly he shouted her name and she growled. She walked into the other room and stared at him, unsure of what to say.

Her jaw was tight, but she was now Claire and not pet. Claire was about to throw a fit when something touched her leg. She looked down and her face became a glow of surprise and happiness. “Cocoa and where is your love?” she whispered, picking up the feline and moving to the couch. She caressed the Siamese and smiled at Jason. “Thank you. I had almost forgotten they were here.”

 

[Tseranc]

“Yes, they had a good time exploring when first unleashed in our humble abode…I’m now supremely confident there is nothing lurking in any corner of this apartment that isn’t one of those two.”

He looked up from the meal, two plates set out on the table. “Won’t you eat something?”

He took out the chopsticks and set a pair for her, then picked up his own, unable to wait any longer for those wonderful dumplings. He would have much preferred to sample some very different dumplings tonight, but all was not lost. The night was still relatively young. He could see in her expression she had things to say about her experience now – which was why he called her by her name…she was not yet comfortable addressing him any other way.

But he wasn’t going to bring it up for her, no matter what level they played at now, “These are truly delicious, you should try them while they are still hot.” And he stuffed another into his mouth with practiced ease.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She placed the cat down on the floor and walked over to him and sat down. She was quiet, reserved and lacked an appetite, but she did eat. Her eyes stayed on her food and she took each bite, ate it methodically and then sipped at her wine. This was not the homecoming she’d expected and she wasn’t sure what to do or say about it.

She finished her meal and took her plate to the sink, washed it in strained silence and then studied him once more.

“I think I need to go to bed.”

Claire walked down the hall and into the bedroom. A lot of stuff played on her mind and she wasn’t sure how to line them up in order of importance. She undressed and climbed into bed, hearing Jason tiding up and putting things away.

The two cats jumped on the bed and she pushed them off with her feet. She didn’t want their company, she just wanted to lay there and try not to think of what a failure she felt she was or how disappointing a person she had become in such a short time.

 

[Tseranc]

Jason finished his dinner, cleaned up, and noticed the cats run back down the hall away from the bedroom.

“What the hell?” He muttered.

He matched down the hall to demand answers, where he found her curled up in bed, hiding from the world.

“Get the hell out of bed, new lifestyle or not, there is no words left unsaid before bed. Not here, not with me, not ever.”

He stood over the bed, but didn’t wait for her to move before continuing. “You asked, I answered…and then when given the opportunity to comment freely about it all - you mope instead of talk. What did you expect? You’re little web searches didn’t tell you about me, did they? If you bit off more then you can chew tell me. If you’re giving up this soon, fine, at least we’ll know.”

He hated this; his stomach twisted itself around in knots. He could loose her again, and this time for good. “Talk to me Claire, why is it you ran in here to hide? Just exciting during sex, but can’t stand the heat otherwise? What is it? I won’t promise to change anything, but I can’t even consider it if you don’t tell me what you find so wrong.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Don’t shout at me. You didn’t come in here and call me pet, so you have no right to do that.”

She pushed back the covers and sat up, then moved away from the bed and walked over to the closet, pulling on a robe. “I made a mistake and called you Jason. I know why I was punished and I understand that and I am not upset over it. I am upset that for a moment... I felt as if I was nothing. I do not like that feeling. I wanted to curse you and yell at you for pretending I didn’t exist, I bit back my tongue.”

The tears fell freely.

“Then as we ate I thought about that punishment and then what if there were more. What if I continued to fail you. What if I lost myself? What if the woman... Claire was stolen from me and in her place was a woman that was weak and you found lacking.”

She continued. Her breath coming in gasps as she sobbed.

“What is wrong is simple. I am confused. I have all these feelings of want and need and then I am a whirlwind on how to handle them. I come home. I do not get a moment to relax, I do not get a moment to tell you about my day. I get no time to express to you how trying it was or how I was accosted after work or anything... no I come home and get a hug a kiss and then I am ‘pet’... I want to be pet. I want to serve you, but I don’t know if I can leave Claire at the door as soon as I walk in.”

She covered her face with her hands, hating the weak woman inside her.

 

[Tseranc]

He stood shocked, not even sure of what to say…a rare occurrence. He had never even thought of that….probably because all his prior ‘conquests’ had been spoiled little shits who, if they even had a job, was just some requirement – not their life’s work.

Never even thought about sharing his day with her…he wanted to leave that there, home was home, work was work – seldom should the two meet. He didn’t even know what to do.

Jason walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her robed body, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m so sorry Claire…I never….you’re the first woman in my life who had a life worth discussing when she got home. It had never occurred to me … I’m sorry for that. Still, I personally do not like bringing work home…but since it’s important to you, lets say we have an hour to catch up on each other’s day before anything. No Claire or pet, just us talking. Sound like an agreeable compromise?”

He held her close to him, kicking himself to pieces inside. How could he not have thought of that?!

Then it hit him, “What did you say?! Accosted?! What happened?!”

Now he felt like not only a fool but that he had failed in his chief job as lover and as Master. He didn’t keep her safe.

He felt sick.