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business to take care of
before I meet you there.”
    My eyes drift from that box to his face. His
features are set again, the ruthless, brook-no-arguments dominant
securely in place again. The face of my master.
    I turn and head for the stairs to his room.
What other choice do I have?

    He wasn’t exaggerating when he told me it
would be a long, hard night. The box turned out to contain an
assortment of dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. The
reason he wanted them became apparent after he fucked me the first
time—rather slowly and sweetly in the missionary position the
Church considers most holy. After he came, he needed some time to
recover before he could take me again, but I was to be given no
opportunity for recovery. My pussy has never been empty, filled by
turns with toys, his fingers, or his cock, and I’ve come with the
help of his fingers or mouth or one of the vibrators so many times,
I’ve lost count.
    Now, as dawn seeps in through the cracks in
the curtains, I’m so raw and bruised from the relentless
penetrations that when I feel his slick fingers probing my rear
entry, I’m actually relieved. The sensation as he slips past the
tight ring of resisting muscles is strange but not unpleasant, and
certainly not as painful as being divested of my virginity was.
    His eyes grow heavy-lidded as he pumps his
finger in and out, adds a second finger, and slides his thumb
across my weary clit. I don’t know how I can possibly come again,
but when he replaces his fingers with one of the average-sized
dildos—I think average because they’re not enormous like my master
is, but perhaps six inches long and an inch and a half in
diameter—and then places his mouth on me, I know I’m wrong. There’s
another orgasm in me, and it builds with surprising speed under his
expert tongue and the biting fullness of the dildo in my ass.
    This is bad. Dirty. Wrong. And I fear that’s
exactly why it feels so good.
    I stiffen and arch as the climax hits me. He
raises his head, removes the dildo, and mounts me. I’m still coming
as he thrusts his cock into me with a deep growl of satisfaction.
He’s too big, but somehow my body stretches to accommodate him and,
although it hurts, the pain is almost like pleasure. He called them
two side of the same coin, and even though I can’t believe I’ll
ever like the toys in that room, I have to admit it’s true. Agony
and ecstasy are close cousins, and what I’m feeling now is
both.
    He leans forward and captures my mouth in
what I realize is our first real kiss, his tongue stroking mine
with a kind of hot desperation as his cock tunnels into my most
forbidden territory, over and over. Once again, I feel continents
shift, mountains rise, valleys fall. He’s remaking me, I realize,
shaping me so his desires become my desires, and there’s nothing I
can do to prevent it. Perhaps I don’t even want to.
    Perhaps he’s not really changing me at all,
but simply showing me who I always was.
    Unbelievably, I come again, gasping with the
force of my release. It takes him by surprise, and as my muscles
clamp down on him, his features contort into their own mask of
agony-ecstasy. He thrusts in one last time and comes, too.
    He collapses to one side of me, his breathing
harsh and ragged in my ear.
    “Jesus, I think Daniels finally got it
right.” His hand cups one of my breasts, a gesture that’s more
proprietary than carnal. “Go to sleep, my sweet little slave. I’ll
tell Travis you’re to have the day off from housecleaning, too. I
think you’ve earned it.”
    I’m surprised by his largesse, but I’m even
more surprised when, ten minutes later, he snores gently. He’s
fallen asleep. I daren’t move and wake him, and so I lie there,
awake, the weight of his hand on my breast and the soft gust of his
breath against my cheek filling me with a peace like nothing I’ve
ever experienced.
    I think I love him.

    I’ve been with my master for six weeks
now.
    So far, he