My Fair Lady.

[yeishia]

My Fair Lady.

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She was in a circular private viewing room kneeling in the middle of a soft pool of defused light which for the moment represented her whole world, covered from head to foot in a soft gray cloak only her startling eyes and serene face were visible, staring straight ahead. This was her destiny she had been created for what was about to happen. She was to find a Dominant, and would be sold to the highest bidder. Her heart was pounding in her chest not out of fear but out of pure excitement. It never occurred to seventeen to worry about who this would be or if they would cherish or abuse her, all that mattered was that she would be owned, she would belong. All her many years of training had been a lead up to this, it was her kismet, the pleasing of another in all ways; physically, emotionally, intellectually! To find her Master would complete her as a woman, seventeen had known no other reality in her short life, she wanted none……..

Suddenly a disembodied voice came from the speakers hidden in the walls, it startled her causing her heart to skitter in her chest. She had a single moment of trepidation,what if the faceless ones behind the glass failed to find her pleasing?


"Slave No 17 stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"


Seventeen arose in one fluid movement allowing the robe to fall and puddle softly around her dainty feet, she was totally nude beneath it, her waist long hair lying in a single thick braid. Placing one pointed toe in front and slightly to one side, she gracefully raised both arms upwards above her head crossing them at the wrists, her actions lifting and accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her movements were like those of a dancer preparing for the opening stanza to her music. One beat…. two beats and then she began to move….

Slowly, sensuously, using her pointed toe to pivot her around on her supporting leg, she turned full circle for their viewing pleasure. The music was in this beauty’s head and any who watched her could clearly hear it resonating through their respective souls. One would have to be dead not to be moved by the vision before them. Seventeen took her time, her small sensuous motions seamless, giving her observers a clear view of all that she had to offer, it seemed as if she were moving in slow motion.


"Kneel 17!"


She sunk down to the floor and knelt, her slender fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows pushed backwards, her lovely backa graceful arc, her tummy tight, and her eyes demurely downcast. Slowly, she opened her thighs; there was no place for modesty in this sacred place. She opened them to a seemingly impossible distance revealing her private charms to all that had eyes to see them. Her Venus mound was smooth, swollen and very much aroused; small pearls of her sweet juices could be seen clinging to the puffy pink inner lips. Her breathing deepened as she struggled for control causing her breasts to rise and fall as if begging for attention.

What would this unseen buyer see as her looked down upon her?

Seventeen knew she was pleasing; not too tall, long well defined legs tapering to the tiniest of waists. Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty nipple. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers to touch and twist. Stop! she told herself firmly continuing on with her self appraisal. Her face she considered normal except for a pair of startlingly blue eyes which could change to the deepest violet when she was aroused, diluting to the palest of blues when she became afraid.

Her crowning glory was her long thick, wavy hair, golden brown it was interlaced with highlights of the purest gold; it looked like the sun descended from heavens to personally interweave moon beams throughout its luscious strands.

Her inner dialog stopped as she heard the heavy door swish open, her eyes diluting to almost gray, and suddenly she became afraid……..

What if?

 

[Leopald]

Journal entry; Doctor Saul Young
May 22, 2010

I admit I am nervous. Today I embark on a journey that will forever change the life of a young woman, and possibly, many more to come. I will delve into the despicable kinks of the slave trade, purchase a girl, and teach her that she has value and worth, that she doesn't have to be a slave.

I haven't met the subject as of yet. I am leaving to go make my purchase and begin her reprogramming after this journal entry. I only hope I can prove that such conditioning can be broken, and has no place in a civilized society. Maybe then my peers will respect my work as a psychiatrist and an equal. It is unrealistic to think that one man can end the perversion and filth that is this lifestyle, but I have to prove that the goal is attainable.

I am keeping this journal to mark my progress with the subject, and it seemed only fitting to begin with my thoughts before I attend the "purchase". And those thoughts are nerve-wracking . It is new territory, I admit. But I must face my fears and move on, only a small amount of hope drives me. Hope that I can make a difference, at least to one life.

Dr. Young

Saul Young walked timidly into the room. The only thing to really note in the dark room was a spotlight highlighting a beautiful, naked... Very naked girl. The walls were mostly hidden in the darkness, and seemed devoid of decoration. But he supposed there wasn't much point in hiring an interior designer for a room which was used seemingly only to display girls for purchase. Slaves. Disgusting. Most of the world pretended it didn't exist anymore, that it had all died and mankind had magically been cured its social diseases. But here it thrived. In fact, he knew it thrived elsewhere too, and that was his purpose. He had to prove it could be stopped.

The girl was striking. He tried to avert his eyes slightly, to stare at the floor in front of her. It was indecent to be on display such as this. But... The moisture between her thighs. The smell of her arousal. Yes, the smell was faint but it was there, and softly sweet. Those breasts... Stop it!

No, he couldn't choose this one, he'd have to find another. He turned to walk out of the room.

But just before he reached the door and stopped, he turned back to look at her again, and he saw something in her face. Almost sad. If he didn't buy her, someone else would. And God only knows what they would do to her... He sighed and ran a smooth hand over his shaggy black hair. He was thankful he hadn't warn a tie, as the room was stuffy enough in his slacks and button-up shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and closed his green eyes.

"I... I'll take her," he announced finally.

 

[yeishia]

The door opened not once but 3 times, she kept her eyes routed to the floor as she was appraised. The feel of an occasional finger stroking a smooth limb, or sliding between her secret femine places, sometimes brushing an already aroused nipple, was disconcerting even to one trained such as she was; throughout it all she never broke protocol, not even when her chin was raised and she looked into a pair of the coldest, darkest obsidian eyes.

The last male was different, for one thing he didn’t touch her, just stared. She could feel the waves of sexual tension that poured towards her one moment and then were suddenly gone to be replaced by what she could only describe as pure indifference. She heard him walk away, this would not be the one, she thought sadly, and then to her surprise he spoke,

"I... I'll take her,"

His voice sounded hesitant, it almost sounded resigned. Seventeen glanced up through her eyelashes trying to get a glimpse of him as he left the room, confused she wondered, why me? Perhaps the others had all found buyers and he felt cheated resigned at being stuck with the last girl available, perhaps she was not what he was truly seeking?

“17 it’s time to leave you lucky girl,”the handler lowered his voice,“You should be pleased you fetched the highest price this evening and only 3 viewings”

Picking up her robe, more confused than ever she made to follow him. It was done then, she had a Master and the whys of it were no longer her concern, her thoughts, her very being, belonged now to another.

In another room her handler removed her collar and handed her a small bundle of clothing. "Put these on and wait Girl." Seventeen struggled into the unfamiliar garments, a thin camisole top and an indecently short skirt, she of course had not been provided with undergarments or shoes. Both items fit her like a second skin and as she smoothed the skirt down over her hips she felt more exposed than when she had in fact been naked.

Sinking to her knees her thighs firmly closed, she waited her mind turning to the man who had bought her. Although a born and bred slave trained in every conceivable art of pleasure, she still had the romantic notions of a young girl, she still had yet to feel a man moving deep within her belly. Squeezing her thighs tighter together she suddenly realized that by the morning she would be no longer virgin, as a woman she would be complete.

A half smile on her lovely lips she was soon lost in the delicious imaginings of what their first encounter would be like, she longed to touch her new Master, to show him that she was worth every penny he had invested in her, she would love him, and please him in all ways, he would not regret her purchase, this she vowed………..

 

[Leopald]

Saul was starting to regret his purchase.

It had been just under an hour since the viewing room, and he hadn't stopped sweating since. He'd tried to follow some semblance of protocol since deciding on his purchase, tried to give an air of confidence about him, tried to hide his shaking hands, his sweaty brow. He was failing badly. Piercing eyes were on him as he counted and recounted his money. I can't believe this is so expensive! It was apparent that this was the going rate for a human life. Hiding his look of disgust was almost a failure, but he managed to keep it contained.

He thought back on the past hour as he drove his beamer back towards the city. He'd collected his briefcase, now devoid of the savings he'd brought, and been ushered into another small room, where she waited for him, now clothed, though just barely. She hadn't looked up at his arrival, hadn't done anything but sit motionless as he stood there, and he was still slightly unsure of what to do. After he nervously bade her to follow, they walked down the hall and into the stifling outside air. The exit door closed behind him, and he turned with a start.

"Hey!" he called. But it was no use. Silence hung on the street they now found themselves, and he stood shocked for several minutes, before pacing back and forth and wringing his hands for several more. It was in the middle of nowhere, and Dr. Young probably would have actually been surprised to see other signs of life. They were truly alone out here, the other buildings and structures looked out of use for years, the street itself falling apart. And here, in the dirt... A beautiful woman on her knees waiting for him.

Now what? he wondered, as he glanced through his rear-view mirror at the girl in his back seat. He remembered the long walk back to his car. Upon their arrival to his grey BMW, he was going to open the passenger seat, but the thought of her sitting next to him made him somehow uncomfortable. So, instead, he opened the back door and averted his eyes when she'd crawled in. It was a very short skirt. Now she seemed unwilling to look at him, her focus was on her knees, and she looked out of place sitting in this car. He leaned down and fiddled with the radio, but he wasn't familiar with any stations out here, nor could he find anything he liked, so he turned it of. He thought about some small talk, but what would he ask?

So how's life as a slave? Hey, did you catch that last episode of..? He sighed heavily and rubbed his clean-shaven chin. What am I going to do with you?

They still had another hour to drive, and were apparently going to do so in silence. He was in over his head, and was half-tempted to turn right around and give her back. He looked in the rear-view mirror once more and studied her face. I have bought a slave. It's my responsibility to see this through to the end, no matter what that means.

 

[yeishia]

Seventeen’s mind went numb, of all the things she had visualized, this silence had not been one of them. She followed behind him and waited as the door closed with a thud behind her, the thud compounding the rhythm of her rapidly accelerating heart beat.

She watched him from beneath her eye lashes as he paced back and forth, did he regret buying her? he looked furious, he looked dangerous in the muted half light, she almost took a small step backwards.

Finally he turned and started to walk and like a dutiful slave she followed him. Each step tore at her tender feet, by the time they finally reached the car, the pain in them had pierced her silent resolve to endure what ever this Master had to offer, seventeen was actively biting on her tongue to keep from crying out!

He didn’t even look at her, as she struggled into the back seat of his car, as if she was less than nothing. The silence was ominous making her already taught nerves shimmer and sizzle. Why had he bought her what would he do to her? It was almost as if her disliked everything about the slave he had paid so much for.

Seventeen concentrated on pulling out the bits of gravel from her feet realizing the damage was mostly surface dispite her pain. she made as little movement as possible while she worked. "I know what I am, I desire a Master, I am a lucky girl." She repeated this mantra over and over as they drove. She was a realist and had known that she had no choice over whom would choose her, nor of his sexual proclivity, she was property, nothing more, nothing less, yet in the wee hours of the morning she and her sister slaves would whisper and giggle together, imagining a Master who would love and cherish them; these were the mindless, juvenile fantasies of young girls everywhere, free or not, a man to love them, a white Knight.

Turning her attention to road she wondered where he was taking her, should she speak to him? Never speak unless you are spoken to or given permission otherwise, she remained silent, desperately trying to keep the threatening tears at bay

 

[Leopald]

Saul glanced in the rear-view mirror once more. They had been driving for quite a while now, and he spent most of the time stealing peeks in the mirror at his new "slave". He thought about where they were headed, which was now only a few minutes away, and suddenly remembered the girl hadn't been wearing shoes when she'd climbed into his car. His eyes widened in mild shock and a quiet gasp escaped his lips. He'd made her walk all the way to his car barefoot! He cursed himself and slunk down into the driver's seat slightly. He was no longer able to even attempt to catch her eye in the mirror.

He knew their destination would have a rule on shoes, and while she was dressed fairly modestly, the shoes would still be an issue. Saul watched along the road for some place to pick up some simple sandals of some sort. He debated asking her shoe size, but couldn't bring himself to even speak to the girl he'd just inadvertently tortured for no reason other than his own nervousness and stupidity. He sighed. He'd just have to buy a couple of different sizes that looked about right and hope for the best. Surely something close would work for now. He prayed they would, at least.

He finally spotted a general discount clothing and shoe store off to the left-hand side of the street leading towards their destination. He pulled into the turning lane and flipped the indicator, waiting impatiently for the line of cars to give him an ample window of opportunity. So far, it was just cars, cars, and more cars. Lot of people out today, and he was sure it was a conspiracy, forcing him to remain in this uncomfortable car for as long as possible. His brand new, naive slave, who probably thought he was going to love her and use her, always cherish her...

Saul shook his head. He just couldn't do that, he had to tell her the truth as soon as they arrived at their destination. Which would happen a hell of a lot faster if there weren't so many fucking people driving around right now. Finally! An opening! He silently willed the last of the cars forward faster as his teeth gritted anxiously. There went the last, and his foot was on the accelerator a little harder than he'd intended, leaving a little patch of rubber on the road and creating a sudden surprise of centripetal force in his BMW.

Finding a parking spot was blessedly much easier, and he left the engine running and the AC on as he exited the car in record time. Shoes, shoes, shoes. He bolted towards the entrance.

 

[yeishia]

Seventeen sat quietly her head bowed, regarding the man in the driver’s seat from beneath her long lashes as he drove. She watched him in the mirror, catching his occasional glance at her before quickly glancing back down at her quacking knees. He had a strong profile, and as she watched the small muscle clenching in his jaw line, she wondered why he seemed so tense? He seemed almost angry. Has she displeased him in some way, maybe he was planning their night ahead, or maybe he…..?

The car jerked and she was jolted from her reverie, to look up suddenly and see him swerve in to a parking lot; without a word he left the car as if the demons of hell were after him!

He heart stopped and became lodged in her throat as she watched him hurry around and between the parked cars. He was leaving her! Her eyes widened and for a moment she panicked, where was he going, what should she do? Seventeen sat on pins and needles willing herself to be calm. She was totally at a loss, chewing on her lower lipwith her small teeth as she waited and waited in the hot car.

Finally, he returned swinging his body into the car and tossing a package onto the backseat behind her. He mumbled something incomprehensible. His new slave stared at the package as if it were a snake about to bite her. Keeping her eyes on the front seat she slowly moved to open it, her fingers shaking as she unwrapped its contents; 2 pairs of identical sandals. Why should she need these, more walking? OMG! was he selling her to a third party, she had heard of such occurrences, girls been sold by proxy into the sex trade industry! Please no she wanted someone, anyone.... but not that!

She turned her terrified eyes to his and spoke hesitantly to him for the very first time……..

In her low husky voice she simply asked, “Master?”

 

[Leopald]

Maybe it was the novelty of what he was doing, maybe it was the way her voice kindled something inside of him, he didn't know. But something about the single word she uttered in question rendered Saul Young speechless. He was shocked by that fact, a bit. He'd spent the majority of his adult life knowing exactly what to say to people and how to help. He'd done motivational speeches in front of crowds, helped couples overcome hurdles in their marriages, even helped traumatized kids through their emotional blocks. But in front of one single woman who had just called him Master, he froze.

After the moment it took to reboot his brain, he focused on the road and made his exit turn towards their destination. It was several moments of silence later that he was finally able to croak, "Put them on."

As he looked in the mirror once more, he could have sworn he saw a genuine sadness and fear in her eyes. What was she so afraid of? She must be anticipating tonight, and what she assumes will be a night of torture and sexual debauchery. Poor girl. he wanted to comfort her, wanted to explain, but he just couldn't find the words yet. He was confident he would have them soon enough, once they arrived...

There it was! He merged into the right-hand turn lane and coasted into the half-full parking lot of a local restaurant. Fairly quiet place with good food and a decent atmosphere. It wasn't hard to find a spot, and after pulling into it, the car was off and he was out immediately. He moved back and opened her door, waving her out with the best attempt at a smile he could muster. His heart pounded as they walked to the front door and stepped inside. As he held the door open, he waved her in once more, again finding his eyes staring at her ass through her pants while she passed.

They had a small booth a few minutes later, and they were waiting for the server to arrive when he finally found his words. "My name is Saul. Doctor Saul Young. What's yours?"

He desperately tried to hold his calm smile as he waited for her response.

 

[yeishia]

The silence stretched on fraying at her nerves it took every ounce of her training not to devolve into tears. She was becoming terrified, what ever she had expected it hadn’t been this, was he a sadist? Pull yourself together girl, you have been trained for anything, he hasn’t even touched you yet, you have received nothing from him, not pain not…….

"Put them on."

His voice snapped her eyes to the mirror and she slipped them on, thankful one pair fit and that the heels were not impossibly high..

Of all the possibilities running rampant through her brain, she had not been expected to be guided into a restaurant as if she were his girlfriend, not a slave bought and paid for. She felt under dressed wishing her skirt were longer, her camisole a little less clingy, she even wished for undergarments and she had never been one to favor them.

This man confused her, his smile seemed forced and yet she could feel his gaze on her derriere, branding it through the fabric barely covering its soft sensual curves.

She slipped into the booth opposite to him, and began sucking on the very tip of one slender finger, a habit she had when nervous, She raised her eyes to his for the first time as he spoke, unconsciously moving the finger slowly back and forth between her luscious, slightly parted lips. Dr, Saul Young? her eyes widened and her finger stilled, he was a doctor,maybe he did experiments, maybe he was?

“Ohhhhh!” the soft exclamation slipped from her lips, to hover in the silence between them for a heartbeat, as she pressed back against the vinyl seat as if to increase the distance between them.

“My...my...this girl..me… I am,” he hadn’t named her yet!

“If it pleases you, I am, seventeen.”

Confused, she used the number she had always been assigned, it was very much apart of her, it was who she was!

 

[Leopald]

Seven... Seventeen? As in a number? Like a production line of slaves? He furrowed his brow slightly. Surely the girl had a name, right? How could she just be a number?

"I... I don't understand. Seventeen is your name? Is that your first or last name?" He pressed forward a bit, confusion evident in his eyes. "What about your parents? What did they name you? How long have you been a slave? Do you hate it?"

The questions were flowing quickly now, he couldn't help it. Even as he spoke, his hand slipped to his front pockets and retrieved a notepad and pen. He had them open and on the table, poised to scribble his notes as he awaited her responses.

The server arrived and asked for their drink orders. Saul looked up and quickly realized that the guy was openly staring at the girl named Seventeen. Awefully rude of him. But then, he couldn't really blame him, as the girl was striking, and her outfit wasn't exactly modest. He ordered a water, but wasn't even acknowledged by the server. Saul frowned, frustrated.

That's how it had been for a while now. Saul was always the one being ignored, always invisible to others. Insignificant. He hated that, but that's how it went. He'd just learned how to live with it by now. He sighed, gazing at Seventeen.

 

[yeishia]

Seventeen looked at him wide eyed as he plied her with his questions, barely giving her time to respond even if she had been able to; she simply sat and stared at him nonplussed! Hadn’t he read her pedigree before he purchased her?

His questions raced around her brain, last name, parents, did she like it, how long? She watched in utter amazement as he pulled out a note pad looking at her expectantly.

She barely noticed the arrival of the waiter, her attention fully riveted now on the man who had just bought her. “Master," she faltered. “Mmmm…er didn’t they give you my papers? my pedigree is there, documented, every detail for your scrutiny.” She glanced sideways at the waiter, but continued to ignore him looking down instead.

“Seventeen is my assigned number, it is my name Sir." Her voice trailed off, she was at a loss of how else to answer him further. Is my new Master feeble minded or is he merely toying with me? she thought nervously, squirming on her seat.

The waiters heated gaze had her feeling uncomfortable, she wished he would go away; she wished she were anywhere than seated here, with this strange man and his silly notebook!

 

[Leopald]

Saul stopped dead in his line. The papers? He'd left them in the car, too flustered to even bother with any of it between the walk and drive here. Apparently there was still a lot he didn't understand about the slave business. But he could tell she was now extremely uncomfortable, and he'd been missing it.

He glared at the server. "Hey! If you're done staring, we'll take a coffee and two waters." He spoke rather harshly, and continued the glare as the server sheepishly walked away. Saul sat back and ran his fingers over his brow. It was time to calm the situation down a bit. He sighed heavily and looked at her beautiful face as he addressed her once more.

"Look... I'm a psychiatrist. I bought you to prove to myself and the world that slavery is wrong. You don't have to be a slave to someone else's whims and fantasies, you can be your own woman." He paused as the drinks were delivered, the continued. "I want to help you, I want you to be free. So, we're gonna help you learn how to do just that. Get you an education, a career, everything a strong, independent woman needs in today's world. Not to be a slave."

He took a sip of his coffee. "So, you really don't have a name other than Seventeen?" He hoped his tone was calm enough to put her at ease, and he watched to see how she would process it all.

 

[yeishia]

At the sound of his authoritative voice the color came back into her pale cheeks, now this she understood. Her comfort lasted but a second as he began to speak.

"Look... I'm a psychiatrist. I bought you to prove to myself and the world that slavery is wrong. You don't have to be a slave to someone else's whims and fantasies; you can be your own woman.I want to help you, I want you to be free. So, we're gonna help you learn how to do just that. Get you an education, a career, everything a strong, independent woman needs in today's world. Not to be a slave."

Again, she sat there totally stunned, thankful for the arrival of the waiter with their drinks, as she tried to process the full import of his words. She was to be his experiment? She took a sip of her water and glanced up at him. She was slave in her heart it was all that she was or had ever wanted, she needed, craved, a strong man to complete her.

He thought her stupid, uneducated! An emotion totally alien to her nature bubbled to the surface to be as quickly replaced with genuine fear; forgetting herself she openly stared at him, searching his face for some sign that his words were a sadistic game of some sort. She needed something familiar to grasp on to.

"So, you really don't have a name other than Seventeen?"

She opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out, Speak say something, say any thing, I must be dreaming, I have no wish to be free, oh what do I do? think! he is right I am stupid, I cant…

Finally she choked some words out, “Seventeen my name….yes…… You bought me... no longer slave....you do not want me?”

The words hovered in the space between them, alien, repulsive, abhorrent to all she was, she had no desire to be free!

“Please...please Sir!, I need to go...go to the bathroom, she stammered out.”

As she had spoken her eyes had filled with tears born of her anguish and confusion, she dropped her gaze, panic setting in. Seventeen felt an overwhelming urge to flee, to escape, to hide, she felt exposed vulnerable, out of her depth; she needed to be alone, she needed to process.

Edging towards the end of the booth, poised to flee, she waited for permission from her new….from him….. from……..Ohhhhh!

Seventeen started to shake, small tremors she was powerless to control, why? she thought, please let this be some cruel joke.....pleease!

 

[Leopald]

She was looking for an escape, and Saul knew it. He had to act fast to control the situation, so he slid out of his seat and closed her into hers, forcing himself on what little of the booth seat was left. He was close to her now, closer than he'd been to a woman in a long time. She was, in fact, pressed against his side as he looked at her. He couldn't let her escape now, he needed her to understand, needed her cooperation.

As he decided on his next words, his mind struggled to comprehend her position. She didn't seem happy with his announcement at all, and he couldn't see why. She should be happy, overjoyed even, at what he was offering her; Freedom. But she was shying away from his offer as if... Of course. Slavery must be all she knows. It must be her comfort, her only real constant in life. One thing he had paid attention to during the process was that she was a bred slave, which meant she was trained from a very young age to serve and please, in every fashion. Presumably the more sexual lessons were saved till she was eighteen. He hoped anyways.

So, if slavery was her life, then maybe he would have to change his tactics slightly. He had bought her, after all, so maybe it was time to capitalize on that fact. If a slave's place was so important to her, then he would remind her and still complete his goal.

"You're not going anywhere, just yet," he spoke evenly. "I own you, and nothing in your documents dictated what I had to do with you, did they? You're bound to me, no matter how I decide to use you. This is the decision I have made, and you will follow it, is that understood?"

As he spoke, a sense of power rushed through him. He would be ashamed to admit he liked it, but it was lost as his eye truly traveled her body for the first time since meeting. The flesh that was displayed outside her barely-covering clothing was so inviting. It practically begged for his touch, his lips, his... He shook his head, clearing his mind of thoughts that had no business being there.

But he couldn't stop his eyes from drifting down the front of her small top.

 

[yeishia]

His action surprised her; with lightening speed he was suddenly seated in the booth beside her, his sheer size taking over the small space. Above all else, she could feel the heat of his body pressed to hers. He had forcibly pushed her back along the seat and she was squished between him and the wall her profile turned towards him, one knee under her, the other still on the floor. She looked up at him terrified for an instant, then the timber of her trembling changed, it mutated into another entity entirely, pure sexual awareness. It sizzled in the space between them.

As he spoke her breathing became ragged, she barely heard his words above the rapid beating of her heart, yet her psyche recognized their intent, this was the dominance she craved the catalysis, that allowed her feelings to transmute. She had placed her hands on the wall behind her inadvertently pushing her small breasts towards her captor, she could feel his gaze on them. His smell was all male, primal, pure animal; his heat an almost palpable thing in the tiny space between their bodies.

"You're not going anywhere, just yet," he spoke evenly. "I own you, and nothing in your documents dictated what I had to do with you, did they? You're bound to me, no matter how I decide to use you. This is the decision I have made, and you will follow it, is that understood?"

Understood?

She nodded and finally spoke, her voice husky with emotion and something more; he wasn’t going to release her like some unwanted creature back into……. “My Master owns me, I am His; bound to him, I am to follow his dictates….Oh thank you Sir! I had thought….”

In her relief she threw her arms around his neck pulling his face down to hers reigning small chaste kissed on his mouth. Her firm young breasts were pressed to his, even her skirt had ridden up so that the very core of her naked womanhood was pressed into his thigh. “Thank you, thank you Sir! You will not regret this, I shall make you proud!”

Her last words were whispered into his ear just a second before her lips traveled along its sensitive lobe……

 

[Leopald]

Dr. Young's heart was pounding, and despite his best efforts, his groin was reacting. She truly was beautiful, and it had been so long since he'd even had a woman, and now there was one pressed against him, shuddering and whispering lustily in his ear. God... His hand drifted up as his eyes drifted down, quivering flesh, the hem line of her top. He could see down it, even as he felt her mounds pressed against him, and for a brief moment, his fingers drew dangerously close to the luscious breasts.

He pulled his hand back slowly, suddenly very uncomfortable. It was then that he noticed an intense heat on his pant-covered thigh. He looked further down, and gasped as he realized her womanhood was clearly exposed below her up-ridden skirt and pressed against his leg. Once more, he was nearly consumed with desire. No...

Saul quickly stood and guided Seventeen out of the booth by her arm. Even though they hadn't even eaten, guilt caused him to reach into his wallet and toss a generous tip onto the table. Then he remembered how the waiter had stared at his date, and reached to reclaim half the money he'd left. Then it was a short trip out the door, an offering of sheepish glances at the host staff, much difficulty in hiding a bulging crotch, and out to the car.

When they reached the car, he couldn't resist keeping her body close, and as he opened the passenger door, he paused. Her closeness wasn't helping his physical reaction, and he was a little ashamed of that. He tried to occupy his mind elsewhere as he held the door open. So close, so close. He desired so much to taste her, take her... He spoke slowly.

"Elisa... Can I?... I will call you Elisa."

Enough. He guided her into the seat, probably more roughly than he'd intended. After taking care that she was all the way inside, he closed the door. Then he walked around and got in the driver's seat, and soon they were on the road again, heading towards his home.

Elisa...

 

[yeishia]

Seventeen was in bliss, she could smell the heat of his desire, feel his reactions; he desired her!

Bemused she reveled in his closeness as he hustled her from the restaurant. She imagined him taking her home and making love to her, claiming her as His. She had been so worried that he hadn’t found her pleasing; forgotten was their alien conversation of a career and her freedom.

He held her door open and she slipped inside still lost in her fantasy of what would be; she leaned into him as he drove, one small hand resting innocently on his inner thigh.

"Elisa... Can I?... I will call you Elisa."

She totally missed his hesitancy, he had named her, she was truly his….

Elisa, it was a truly beautiful name……

"Thank you my Master," she whispered in her breathy voice, twisting to place a kiss beneath his ear, her hand inadvertently moving higher on the inside of his thigh……..

 

[Leopald]

Saul noticed that her demeanor had definitely changed. She had gone from shy and forlorn to downright angry, seeking escape in the restaurant. But this was completely different. For the first time since their meeting and his purchase, she seemed happy. He was sure he could pull this off, so long as she cooperated. To that end, he would probably have to make some compromises, give some commands, accept some amount of servitude until he could convince her of what he had to offer.

Her hand slipped up his thigh as her lips met the flesh beneath her ear, and his already hardening cock took a veritable leap towards her fingers. It was as if the appendage suddenly had a mind of its own, and it seemed to strain for her touch. His mind reeled with the conflict presented.

Was it right to allow her this? Certainly, 'normal' couples did things of this nature all the time, and there was nothing inherently wrong with it. But was he fueling his own desires for her by not removing her hand? More importantly, did he really want her to stop? And if so, how would she react? He could risk undoing that which he'd already established as her chipper mood. It could be risky, given how tough it would probably be to get her speaking civilly once more.

He chewed on his lip, silently hating himself as he hoped that her hand would continue its course up and find what she seemed to be after. He tried to concentrate on driving, tried to focus on traffic and the turns he had to take, but despite his efforts, he just seemed to be on autopilot for the remainder of the trip. Finally, his home was in view, and the car seemed to pull itself into the driveway. He knew absently that he was manipulating the petals and the steering wheel, changing from 'drive' to 'park' when the car came to a stop, but he couldn't seem to break the trance he was in.

His mind was instead focused on her hand, and his cock.