Shaking a little, Stephanie waited on the doorstep of David's home, a detached four bedroomed house in quite a good neighbourhood. Barbara gave her a lift so she didn't have to get a taxi or trundle her case along the road. "Good luck Steph," she called back when they parted, "Go with the flow. He's not a bad man really. You've seen him at his worst for the last few days." Compared to her own one bedroomed flat, this was a palace but in fact in was just a good middleclass dwelling. David arrived on his bike twenty minutes later. During the interval she took a quick look round the front garden and peeped through the window but didn't dare to go round the back. What she saw impressed her. At her flat she only had a window box. Now she stood and admired the small front garden filled with shrubs that partially hid the house from the road and a decorative brick path leading from the small wrought iron gate to the recessed porch and the front door. Her look through the window showed the lounge and as far as she could tell, this appeared neat and tidy. The driveway next to the house led to a detached carport and garage, She guessed that was where he kept the Audi car that he used for work when he had calls or deliveries to make.

"Sorry, I got waylaid just as I was about to lock up. Another order for tomorrow and then I called at the chemist’s to get some condoms." This reminder of what would happen later had Stephanie shaking again. "It'll be alright Steph. I'm not going to be a harsh slave driver. We'll do it by easy stages even if you are a slave and must bow to my wishes. I want it to be fun too." He gave her a hug. "Best we get inside. I bet old Mrs. Arkroyd over the road is having a field day speculating as to what you're doing here on my doorstep with a case. I haven't brought many ladies home since Lisa left. Come on in. I'll give you the grand tour of your new home." He picked up Stephanie's case. "You got the kitchen sink in here?" he laughed as he lifted it inside.

"And this is our bedroom." Stephanie noted that the bed was made and most things were put away. "Did he really expect me?" she queried to herself. "He didn't seem to. All the other rooms have been reasonably tidy too. Perhaps he has a housekeeper?" She kept quiet and didn't voice her thoughts on the assumption that a slave should not question her master and she would no doubt find out in due course. Her eyes took in the king size bed and some nice looking modern furniture including a dressing table with a large illuminated mirror. It all seemed very grandiose compared with her pokey little bedroom with its cheap, mismatched furniture.

"You'll sleep that side." David's statement brought her out of her reverie, "I've got used to being on this side of the bed and you can sleep where Lisa did. I'll have to clear some space for your stuff because I seem to have taken over all the drawers and shelves she had. I can probably get that tallboy cleared fairly easily and make some space in the wardrobe. We can have a better reorganisation at the weekend." Stephanie, being almost alongside the tallboy, pulled open the middle drawer to reveal David's masturbater. The expression on her face showed her shock at seeing the device. "Yeah Steph, I use one but I shouldn't need it now I have you. I daresay you have the female version hidden in your underwear drawer or under your pillow." He noticed that she blushed but didn't reply.

"The plan for the evening is this," David informed her when they'd completed the house tour, "First we'll shower and wash some of the work grime off. Have you a track suit or a dressing gown or something lose fitting and comfortable to wear afterwards?" Stephanie said that she'd brought a dressing gown but didn't own a tracksuit. "Then we'll eat, unpack your things and relax. I want to find out a little more about my new slave's life. You've never said much about yourself while you've worked for us. And afterwards, in the words of Pepys, 'and so to bed'."

"Just do it and be proud of what you have," Stephanie repeated her mantra over and over when David took her hand and led her into the bathroom. Still she trembled at the thought of being completely naked in front of him and likewise he would be naked too. "Probably his penis will be erect. I noticed it was hard after he spanked me but then it was hidden in his trousers. Will I have to touch it? Will he do me now? In the shower? I've heard some people do it there. Oh God, what have I let myself in for?"

David quickly dispelled that idea. "I'm going to undress you now Steph and then you'll do the same for me. I want to see what your body is really like under those clothes. I shall examine you closely and feel your tits and cunt." He deliberately used the crudest terms. "You will do the same for me. I'm sure you secretly want to see and feel my prick."

"No sir. I don't. I'm just doing this because I have to. I didn't have any real choice. I've agreed to be your slave. I am your slave. I shall do what I'm told because I have no wish to have my bottom smacked again." Stephanie tried to make it sound as though she was only reluctantly doing what she was told. "Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have." The words she'd rehearsed repeated themselves in her mind.

"As you wish slave," David laughed and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stephanie couldn't help blushing when he removed it and then her plain white bra. "Good body for a thirty-two year old. Nice firm tits. Small, much smaller than Lisa's but still nice. They don't need a bra to support them slave. You'll leave it off tomorrow." David rubbed his hands over the mounds and noticed how erect and firm the nipples were. She tried to pull away when David put his mouth over one but she quickly remembered her station in life there and stayed in position. It felt nice anyway although she wasn't going to admit it. Shortly after, when he'd removed all her garments, David put his mouth over her cunt and tongued her slit. "It's wetter than this morning," he said to himself, "Maybe she isn't as frigid as she makes out."

"Ouch!" Stephanie squealed when he squeezed her arse.

"I guess you're still a bit tender there Steph. Your bum's only a bit pink now though but I can easily redden it again if you don't behave. Shall I do that?" He suspected some of the pinkness was the result of chafe from sitting on her skirt without wearing knickers but some signs still remained of his chastisement.

"No sir. I'll try and be a good slave."

David stood back and took a good look at her boyish figure. She was certainly slim, actually David decided she was thin and would need feeding up. He liked her long dark hair when it was left loose like it was now, but was uncertain about the hair covering her crotch. He already knew her arse was small and wondered if more food would help her there too. "Probably she doesn't bother cooking for herself too much. I know I had to force myself when Lisa left and I like good food and I have to keep my fitness for cycle racing."

"Undress me then slave," he ordered when he completed his inspection.

As she anticipated, David penis jutted forward, fully erect when she finally removed his pants. It seemed large but she'd nothing to compare it too except the immature one on boy who took her virginity all those years ago. It fascinated her. It frightened her. There was no way she seemed able to prevent her body trembling. "Is he going to do it to me now?" she kept wondering. "Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have." Again and again she repeated her mantra but without realising her mental question, David answered it.

"We'll wash each other and get used to the feel of our bodies. I want to leave our first fuck until we're in bed and can do it in comfort. Lisa and I did it in the shower a few times but it always seemed a bit awkward." By the end of the shower, Stephanie was becoming more used to feeling his body and he hers. David spent some time massaging her pubic mound and was pleased when she began to covertly respond.

"Time to show me your cooking skills now slave. There's a couple of steaks in the freezer you can defrost in the microwave and some oven chips. Fry some onions and cook a bit of broccoli."

"Sir, I need to�." Stephanie indicated the toilet.

"Well get on and use it then. A slave doesn't need privacy for that. We'll both have to use the bathroom at the same time in the morning so we can get to work on time." Stephanie stood still in disbelief. Seeing her hesitation, David lifted the back of her dressing gown, gave her arse a couple of hefty smacks and plonked her unceremoniously on the toilet seat. "Piss or do whatever you have to." It took a few moments before she could but in the end her bladder gave way and the rush of her pee into the bowl seemed unduly loud because she knew he was listening. When she tried to surreptitiously wipe herself, David opened her gown and deliberately watched closely knowing it was embarrassing her.

"The noise you made has made me want to go to so you can stand and watch me." He lowered the front of his tracksuit and pissed so she saw his stream splash noisily into the water. "Get used to it Steph," he said, "We'll be much more intimate later and it didn't hurt you, or at least it wouldn't have done if I didn't have to smack you first."

The rest of the evening passed quietly enough. He was pleased with the meal and said so and then helped her to unpack. When she finally shut the drawers for the last time it seemed to her to put the seal on her slavery. Her clothes were now in his house, in his tallboy and his wardrobe, in his bedroom. She felt that he now owned her. It was not like she was away on holiday. For a short while she wondered how long it would be before she returned to her own little flat. "Will I ever go back there? What about all the stuff I've left behind? Will it be safe with no one living there?" Fortunately she didn't have much time to ponder these questions before David took her into the lounge and sat her alongside him on the settee.

For the next hour, aided by a glass of wine, he wormed Stephanie's life history from her. At 18 after a row with her mother she left home, obtained an office job and went to evening classes to get further qualifications. "I never had any boyfriends after the painful experience with Reggie Harris and my lack of what you might term 'womanly assets' didn't get me invited out. At work the only way I seemed to be able to get people to do what I wanted was to order them to do so and that didn't make me very popular either."

Towards the end of his questioning, David sat Stephanie on his lap, opened her dressing gown and suckled her breasts. Stephanie tried to distance herself from what he was doing but when his hand probed between her legs she couldn't help but become aroused. David was right in suspecting she owned a vibrator but in fact she rarely used it. For years she'd tried to shut sex out of her life and now it was being thrust forcibly into it. A shiver ran through her body as she realised that it would not be long now before David tried to fuck her. "Will he hurt me like Reggie Harris? He's certainly taking the trouble to get me aroused. He could just as easily have pushed me back on this couch and raped me. I can feel his hard prick against my thighs. I wonder if he actually likes me or is he just making sure I stay with him and don't go complaining to the authorities? Does it matter?"

"And so to bed," David whispered in her ear. Nervously she allowed him to lead her up the stairs and into the bedroom. There he removed her dressing gown and his tracksuit. Naked they climbed into bed. "Put the condom on me Steph, then we'll be ready." Clumsily she tore open the packet and under his guidance, rolled the latex tube down his prick.

"You know you have to go through with it Steph," she told herself, "You can't chicken out now. Maybe it won't be as bad as before. Let him do it his way. He's had more experience than you have." Still she worried as he turned her on her back and opened her legs. "Please don't hurt me sir," she pleaded.

David could feel her shaking and knew her fear of what was going to happen was very real. "Just lie down and calm yourself Steph. I have no intention of hurting you at the moment. Relax and keep your legs open wide." Stephanie was surprised when he didn't plunge straight into her but instead put his mouth on her cunt and started laving the area and sucking her clit. Already somewhat aroused from their session on the settee, her juices now flowed freely and it wasn't long before David positioned his prick at her entrance and worked his way in.

"It doesn't really hurt, just feels a bit full. Quite nice really. Oooh now he's working it. He's fucking me and it feels nice. Oooohh! Keep it up sir. I shouldn't really like it. He's raping me. I'm only letting him because my job was at stake. But it feels nice. Perhaps I should push back to him. Ooohh! That's good. Push harder David. No, I mustn't let him see that I'm enjoying it. Is this what Polly meant? Ooohh my God, I'm coming." Stephanie's emotions ran wild but she tried to keep them bottled within her. However, she couldn't contain the scream of pleasure as she orgasmed for the first time with a man. David, who had been doing his utmost to make sure she came before he did, finally allowed his pleasure and released his seed into the rubber teat.

Collapsing on to his partner, sweating profusely, he lay there and repeatedly kissed her. "Thanks Steph," he murmured, "I enjoyed that. It's been a long while since I last had a woman in bed with me. I hope you enjoyed it too and even it you won't admit to it, I'm sure there wasn't the pain you dreaded."

Stephanie didn't answer. Already she knew her life would be very different from now on. Tentatively she returned David's kisses.