Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Victoria was sitting on the chair by the desk. An image of royalty could be illusioned in the lush cushioned back.

Victoria pulled his face to hers and kisses his dry lips possessively. Pulling away was the hardest thing she needed to do. There in the kiss was fire. The deep animalist urge to declare dominance, she even tugged his lower lip between her teeth watching for that spark he belonged in her bed.

Victoria releases him and sits stiffly panting. Her eyes on his face and chest as she thought please have some backbone I can work with.

Taking a cleansing breath, Victoria raises the collar. "On this day, in this hour I bequeth you with this ring. This ring adorns your neck until such time I deem it's purpose no longer adequate. This ring can only be removed by me as I carry the key. This ring is a symbol of marriage to ownership a greater bond of love to the service I expect and deserve. You shall be called dearheart in my privacy, slave Peter among the staff, and her first among public."

Another breath as she finds her hands trembling as the collar is placed into his hands. "If my terms are agreeable then place the kol'lar about your neck and use this lock to seal your vow to be mine and mine alone."
 
Scarlet grinned and shook her head, laughing. "Knew that something was going on," she said with a broad smile. Markham was one of my biggest supporters at the theatre, never missed a performance.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter crawled over happily...for the most part, though the mention of being "first" had him in knots over the possibility of sharing or double standards. She had the right as his Mistress to do as she pleased, and he didn't wish to displease her, but he also knew that she could tell if he was lying and didn't want him to avert his gaze.....and he wasn't going to wear a mask for that reason.

In his heart, Peter really wanted it to be just she and he....just the two of them alone. He would accept whatever arrangement she imposed, as she was the boss and he had conceded from the outset by the act of turning slave, but he wouldn't be dishonest and deny the jealousy that shot burning hot through his cheeks and his veins at even thought of another man or woman touching the only woman that he had ever truly loved. Even the idea made him sick at his stomach, though he would never make demands of his Mistress....his Lady. Nor would he think less of her. It was just that no man was truly worthy of touching her, and he had hoped for the rare grace of being the only man that she touched in spite of that fact.

Aware that he must say something to her, he phrased things very carefully.....

"This one knows that he is not worthy of this honour, and yet he confesses that he begrudges it to others. For which he is wrong to be so jealous, yet the heat and passion of his love as a man make it impossible for it not to pain him to share You with others, Mistress. You are within Your rights to do as You please, but You indicated that You hate liars and deceivers, so this one will not deceive You as to his true feelings and nature. This one will be difficult in that way, perhaps. He will be happy in all other ways, but he will wrestle with his jealousy over others, even as he submits to Your will. This one is a jealous and passionate lover. Always faithful. Pleased to be Yours alone. Yet resentful of rivals for Your affections and Your favors," he confessed.

"This one has never considered You beneath him, socially or otherwise. Always above him instead," he added, referring to the marriage issue, as he welcomed the collar and ring.
 
Simon Masterson

"Makes you wonder if even the cock cage is for effect. How well do you really know Cedric, love?" I laughed as I heard your remarks.

"That does explain a lot. Well, that concludes those festivities. Shall we go now?" I not so subtly started to lead us out when in through the doors came Annabeth.....the one person that really knew both of us, because she had been my date that night at the fundraiser...and sure enough, she proved that the whole thing was at least something of a ruse, as she grabbed Cedric by the cock cage and removed it.

Then she saw us and laughed.

"Oh, Simon, Dria, darlings, what brings the both of you into the same shoppe at once? Dria, love, remember when I insisted that you simply must meet Simon, and now you have! No more begging off like last time, right, love? Oh, I see that you've met Cedric, Simon, you darling man. Dria, of course, already knows him, don't you, dear? He hasn't been putting you on about the cock cage, has he? Exaggerating it? I really only make him wear it at work, so as to keep him focused, oh, and at other rare occasions when I really need him to discipline his urges. Nothing that extreme, I assure you, dears. He probably told you that he sold himself to a bloke, too, didn't he? Such an actor, that Cedric, but such a fine lay.

"So, wait, where is your Master, loves? If he or she lets you, too, out of his or her sight for too long, I might snatch you up!" she laughed while smoking in her posh, Southend accent.

"Oh, he has made up stories, alright, more or less in that vein, but you mistake things, love. Dria is now Scarlet and I am now her Daddy. I own her. She's my slave, and you might borrow her now and then, but only if I deem fit. I shan't allow you to snatch her up, I promise you that," I shocked her.

"Oh, dear Heavens, how embarrassing! I do beg your pardon! I wondered why you had no collar and wore clothes. I suppose that I assumed that because Peter opted for slavery, so did you. I figured that it was a family thing. Excuse me. Well, if you ever fancy an orgy with just the four of us, do let me know, please, love. It's all fair game in the world of the stage, right, Dria....sorry, Scarlet, love?" Annabeth blushed a bit, even as she groped Cedric's naked bottom.
 
She laughed at Annabeth and kissed her cheek old world style. "Of course, my dear," she said fondly. She shook a finger at Cedric playfully. "We've gone over the story thing before, you're not supposed to lie to me, are you?" she teased him.

She returned her gaze to Annabeth and smiled. "I'll leave you to doing whatever you want with Ced, Daddy's getting impatient," she said. "It was good to see you though," she added. She looked up at her Daddy and nestled her head against his ribs lovingly, her eyes wide in adoration.
 
Simon Masterson

"Yes, come, love. We must be off. Oh, and Annabeth, I do wish that I had met Scarlet before, because I would have snatched her up even sooner and not waited for the auction to make her mine. No doubt she would have yielded to me long before that," I smiled and kissed Annabeth's hand before we walked away.

"That's the beauty of buying a stage girl. Some many colourful friends, don't you agree, love?" I laughed as I picked you up and placed you in your seat in the Rolls Royce, closing the door behind you before I took the wheel and we headed for home, where I planned to ravage you again before letting you really settle down to your books.
 
"Absolutely, Daddy," she agreed, her fingers itching to read. But she was also horny.

But she had to be good for Daddy, she really did.
 
Victoria shook her head. Peter didn't get her words at all and she tapped his cheek. "Peter, I swear if you down grade yourself again. I'll pop you with a brand and red silk you."

The kol'lar ceremony went ugly and Victoria turned away to gather her thoughts. "Go out Ther door turn left..go back to the foyer and follow the brown carpet. The carpet leads to the kitchen and collect my dinner tray"
 
Simon Masterson

The trip back was a bit fun, as you showed your full adoration and I enjoyed it, swearing to myself that I would reward you well, provided that you continued to prove so adoring, so loyal and devoted to me.

"Sweet love, you have really pleased Daddy today. I hope that you realize that, dear," I assured you as we finally reached home and I physically carried you to the door.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter's heart was heavy as he heard Victoria's instructions, surprised that she was displeased at his humility. After all, the trainers had told him that he was to show complete surrender and this reinforced his previous belief that she was a cut above all other women, a Goddess on Earth, superior to all others who walked it, men and women alike.

He did exactly as he was asked, collecting the tray and fighting back tears that the more that he tried to please her, the more he displeased her. Even when being honest about his feelings, even when showing just enough courage to admit his true thoughts at the risk of punishment, he had somehow managed to displease her....what did she want? She had started out so harshly, and then became suddenly more intimate and yet angrier with each expression of that intimacy....she had gone from commanding and austere to almost a typical woman scorned, even though he had never scorned her at all.....it was truly puzzling to Peter and his heart was in his stomach, his body pale and faint, his erection limp again....how could he please her when he didn't understand what she desired from him....his little Vicky had indeed grown up, and he didn't know her at all.
 
Victoria was talking to a picture of herself that hung by the bookcase. "I dinna nae if I be clear enough. I dinna wan 'im ta be cuttin 'imself d'wn allthetime... w'ere did all da unworthy nonsense come from?"

Sure it had been fourteen years ago since they played together. Then it occurred to her if she didn't make it crystal clear enough Peter would continue to frustrate her.

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Abby the head cook seen the nude man enter. "Wus yer affer?"

The two helpers giggled as they watched his cock sway with his walk.

Abby shook her rolling pin at the pair. " 'ave off. Dinna tease Mistress Via's. Personal slave."

Abby looked mid thirties, dark hair, and green eyes. She wore a yellow sleeveless shift with a black belt. Around her neck was yellow leather with a small yellow tag. Kent House kitchen slave. She smiled as he ignores the help and collects the dinner tray. His exit as silent ás his entrance.
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Victoria was sitting at the desk filling out paperwork when Peter returned.
 
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Peter Masterson

Peter couldn't help but think of what he had just seen and heard and wondered if perhaps he had misunderstood her. If she was keeping some slaves for strictly domestic stuff and he was her "personal" slave, perhaps she had something intimate in mind.....something not as remote, not as formal as he thought. He put together the various clues lost on him in his moment of shock and awe and concluded that she hadn't completely wanted him reduced to groveling.....meaning that his Vicky was still buried somewhere inside the Lady after all.

In which, she was truly upset because he was putting down someone that she cared about, rather than showing humility as he had been taught. And she had even talked to him in the country talk....rough, uncouth, a couple of times in her sincerely. Yet the next moment, she would be very strict, though perhaps that was about setting limits to the intimacy, or perhaps about testing him. If he had failed that test, he was determined not to fail others.

He brought in the paperwork standing, but instead of immediately going to his knees, he looked straight at her, and kissed her hand lovingly.

"Evidently, this one has misjudged his Mistress's intent. If so, he does ask Your pardon. He had been trained by a particularly strict Domme, who taught me, sorry, this one, that You are indeed a Goddess and as such would only crave this one's total reverence and worship. Some of Your words seemed to reinforce that, while others made this one unsure of what You wanted, since they were intimate, more intimate than this one had dared to hope.

"This one wants to find the balance that You seek, the happy medium between extreme groveling and defiance, but asks that You be patient with him, as this is something of a surprise to this one, given what he had been taught to expect," Peter confessed, "as You wished honesty from this one, that is what You shall have. It did not help things that this one had at first thought that You hadn't recognized him and had been rebuking him for his sentimental remembrance of the past. This one has clearly misunderstood Your intentions and seeks to rectify that by making it clear that he will attempt to forget any part of his training that conflicts with Your will.

"This one used to simply view You as the Lady, the Mistress, despite Your former station, before this business of the training amplified his feeling of inferiority and being unworthy. Pray give this one another chance to work toward the right balance," he met her eyes with some tears at her displeasure more than her threats.
 
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Simon Masterson

"Come with Daddy to the library, love, and find a place for your new books there," I instructed her.

"That was quite entertaining, wasn't it?" I laughed as I recalled the little masquerade at Markham's. Markham, Reginald, Cedric, and even Annabeth had played things up a bit, though she was clearly shocked that Simon was a Master, which was probably a sign of how superficial she really was.
 
"Yes it was, Daddy," she giggled, following him to the library with her new books, beaming happily. She rolled her eyes at Annabeth's comments of "not meeting Simon" but she had always teased the younger girl about not getting out much.
 
Simon Masterson

"I hadn't realized how close we came to meeting sooner. Had you, love?" I was curious about that detail.

"I had been told by Annabeth that she was trying to get some girl to meet me, but that she had begged off for some reason. I am curious about that now."
 
Scarlet laughed and blushed a little. "She meant me," she confessed. "She wanted me to go home with you after the fundraiser, but I really wasn't able to make it. I had to have an emergency casting call at seven the next morning, the person supposed to be playing Antony fell down a flight of stairs and broke his leg, and it was a bad break. Cedric ended up playing the role, he was the only one who could. Changing all those programs was an absolute nightmare!"
 
Victoria noticed his entrance and how he set the tray down gracefully.

She was surprised he took her hand and kisses it. For a second she felt like a puddle and caught the sigh in her throat. Finally some middle ground to build upon.

Victoria stood up and listens to every word. Watching for signs of falsehood and seeing only his honesty. Now Victoria addressed some earlier issues before they got out of hand.

"I never want to hear you call yourself unworthy ever again. If I thought that why is it that I picked you out of the four hundred and twelve men on the registry.?"

"I want to know what you feel about taking the kol'lar? How did you feel when you placed it around your neck?"

"As for being jealous, you have no reason to be, what makes you think I want another husband?"

"I don't want or need you to grovel. You have earned the right to have some dignity. And as for the 'this one' bullshit.. you are mine!" Victoria's eyes flashed as she spoke mine.
 
Simon Masterson

"Alright, now pick up a book and start reading it aloud for Daddy. One of your new books, of course," I instruct you, readying my paddle again, "bend over the table as you do so, too."

I smile at your likely reaction to that command.
 
She paled a little at the command but she did as she was told, picking up The Count of Monte Cristo. Turning to the first page of literature, she began to read out loud.

"On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre Dame de la Garde signaled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. . ."
 
Peter Masterson

Peter's eyes flashed with some pride at how much he was truly prized after all by Victoria....and here he had thought that she had decided to keep him at arm's length in spite of their past. Or because of it.

"Yes, Mistress, I fully understand now. I feel so loved now, as I did with the collar, the only trouble being Your displeasure with me. Nothing hurts more than displeasing You. This was a moment come true and I felt as if I had ruined it by my misreading of You. I have never truly loved anyone else and I had dreamed that You would love me back the same way. That is why I gave the seat in Parliament, the trappings of power, the chance at marriage with those my family wanted me to wed. I refused to give another woman what I considered was Yours alone....ownership of me. Use of me, I admit at times, but not marriage to me.

"None of my girlfriends bothered to look me up and try to take me, either, but I never wanted them to. I took a risk, gambled it all, just to be Yours. Do You see how much You mean to me? I gave up my freedom, risking purchase by a vicious person like my trainer, just to be Yours. She even tried to buy me, but You got in first, I gather. I didn't even know that You sought to buy me. I thought it was good luck, that's all," Peter confessed, his eyes full of tears of joy that she wanted him that much as to go out of her way.

"So, to You, then, this is like a marriage, except that You are in full control and the law supports You in it? That is my fondest dream come to life, Mistress!"
 
Simon Masterson

With that, I smacked Scarlet hard on her bottom, still urging her to continue.

"Keep reading. Don't let a little sweet sting on your excellent bum distract you. I know that you enjoy it, after all. Your cunny is likely wet already from it," I paddled you with yet another stroke.
 
She gasped with each strike, moaning. "Yes, Daddy." Finding her place in the third paragraph, she began to read again.

"Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an event at Marseilles for a ship to come into port. . ."
 
Victoria found herself being forced to reveal her thoughts but moreso her emotions..
"Ambrose and I chose to own. The staff was by his choice. I gave an option to keep them employed. Prior to your arrival I changed their kol'lars and permitted them to wear clothing."

"I can see how you feel rescued. Donavan at the men's slave center was a good friend of the late Lord Kent. He sent the message that a Masterson was In training there. I took it upon myself to offer twenty thousand pounds. Of course I had no idea which of you I would you find at my door but I'm glad it's you."

"Marriage.. somewhat but more of a binding agreement of faithfulness in your part. A husband leaves a foul taste when it goes amuck.. a lover..now that's another story."
 
Simon Masterson

I continued the paddling, enjoying how her barely recovering bottom was now under assault again from my paddle and she was already starting to get red marks on her buttocks.

As Scarlet continued to read aloud to Daddy, I enjoyed the sound of her voice and how she would stop in mid-sentence with each slap to her arse. I could tell that she was very affected by it, and so I stopped spanking her just long enough to reach with my hand for her cunny and test it for signs of wetness.
 
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