"After the holidays I will make some discrete enquiry's," he said, taking another sip from the glass. Pausing he brought the glass to her lips and she gratefully accepted, letting the burning liquor trickle down her throat to warm her stomach.

He stroked her hair. "Who are you girl?'

Sue smiled, "I am your girl Sir," she said snuggling happily. It was hard to imagine that a few hours ago she was trudging home to her first Christmas alone. It all seemed like another lifetime, almost like it had happened to someone else.

"What will you do with me M.Sir," she asked, correcting herself again.

"Tomorrow I will start to train you," he said, "teach you the things a girl needs to know to best serve her Sir and keep herself and him safe from those that would hurt them. Then I will teach her how to please her Sir, how to do for him the things that makes his life complete and full."

He looked down to find her asleep, snuggled happily against hi, a wisp of red hair falling across her face. Slowly so as not to disturb her he bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Tomorrow." he whispered.

/ /

Sue rested for a moment, gasping in a deep breath through her nose and around the knotted scarf in her mouth. She turned her head and "looked" for Him, knowing He would be nearby, knowing He would never leave her alone in such an extreme position. Still, she wished he hadn't used the blindfold. She liked to watch him as He exercised, liked to watch His muscles as they flexed beneath the dark ebony of His skin.

Perhaps that was why He had blindfolded her, she thought, to ensure that she had no distractions? Yet if that was true it didn't explain this.

She squatted, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward to meet.? She didn't know what it was, it had been here when she had arrived in the weight room bound and blindfolded that morning, all she knew was what it did. Her crotch hit the padded bar as her ass fell and her hips rolled forward. The padding was covered with something smooth and lubricated because her latex fronted panties slid across it easily as she thrust her crotch forwards. She had judged her moment perfectly, the padded bar was moving backwards at exactly the moment that she moved her hips forwards. The bar pressed the latex panel hard against her crotch rolling the two dozen little rubber cilia through her wet sex. Sue groaned, feeling the tiny fingers as they stroked and teased all the way to her erect clit. For a second she bucked against the smooth bar as it slid beneath her then it stopped, her sex pressed hard against a sponge rubber buffer. A split second later the buffer bust to life, giving 5 seconds of intense, pulsed vibration that Sue could feel in the core of her being.

She moaned into the gag again, her spread legs now feeling like rubber. Gasping she pulled down hard on the suspension cuffs He'd wrapped around her wrists, pulling herself up and off the machine, allowing it to reset for another sweep. As she stood panting she wondered where He was? Was he on the treadmill? Or the stationary bike? Or one of the weight machines? Perhaps his own workout was over and he was standing just in front of her drying the sweat from his body? She could imagine his bemused smile as she writhed before him.

She tried to picture what he saw in her own mind. Her face would be almost covered by the padded spandex blindfold/sweatband and the thick, white cleave gag. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun behind her head. At the right angle you could probably see the wax plugs that filled her ears. She imagined her naked torso damp with sweat, a frosting of little droplets over most of her body with a rivet or two rolling gently over her skin as she moved. Her arms and legs spread by their cuffs into a loose X would be starting to show the fatigue of a long workout. Her ass was covered by a pair of loose weave panties, the front section of which was the latex panel with its wicked little fingers.

Sue blushed, she could feel a bead of moisture running down her right inner thigh that she knew wasn't sweat. She wondered what he would think?

She squatted and swung her hips forward, again meeting the padded bar on the machine as it slid beneath her in the opposite direction. She moaned deep, wiggling as the relentless rubber fingers did their work. This was one of the "pleasurable exercise" methods he had found to ensure that she enjoyed sharing his lengthy workout with him. In the past year he had taken her in hand, strict but kind, relentless and merciful, he had bent her body and mind to his service. As Sue ground forwards, in what had to be the most erotic abs workout she had ever done, she wondered briefly if any of her friends, friends of that old, free, miserable Sue, would even recognize her now.

The Sue of today was a very different creature from the lonely girl He had snatched from her apartment last year. He had pressed her hard on her physical training, forced her onto the same high protean diet plan he was on. He'd started her on a regime of martial arts, as well as what he called the female arts, belly dancing from Persia, the Art of Grace taught to the Japanese Geisha and a Hindu sexual exercise that He found most enjoyable. Her body felt better than it had in years. He had taught her service too, refined her submissive nature to better serve his will. He had done this with chains it was true, and occasionally with flogger and paddle, but most usually with his mastery of her body. When he wasn't at the cabin she would yearn for his presence, when he was here she strove for his touch, when he touched her she wanted him deep inside her safely restrained body.

He touched her. Two hands grasped her breasts from behind, large hands, ones that wrapped her flesh in his. She felt the touch of his thumbs on her nipples, gentle teasing, a rub, a flicker, a roll, a caress. She pulled down on the wrist bonds, lifting herself up. As she did so she felt the touch of his hand on her hips and then the panties fell away. For a moment her pussy yearned for the soft smooth latex and the questing rubber fingers. But then His own fingers were there, opening the wet maw and sliding a digit deep inside. She could feel him behind her, the touch of his skin, the tickle of his chest hair against her back. His arms wrapped around her, embracing her, as his hands roamed the front of her body. He beckoned with his finger, the soft pad finding the spongy roughness of her G spot with the skill of a traveler who had been this way many times before. Sue pulled down harder on her bonds, moaned deeply and let her head fall back. His mouth found the nape then, tiny teasing kisses that kept time with the insistent finger as he beckoned her towards orgasm. Sue bit down hard on the gag. The blindfold, the earplugs, both stripped her of her most powerful senses, without them her world was only His touch, the smell of his body, the softness of his skin against hers.

She bucked, bit down harder, moaning and crying as he stroked her ass, slid one fingertip over her belly, then played the palm of his hand over her naked breast. The machine must have been moved because the next moment she felt him shift, facing her now, hands grasping her buttocks. She felt the insistent pressure of his cock against her pussy lips, her surrender as they parted and he slipped easily into the warm dampness of her inner core.

Sue trembled. He slid in an inch at first, digging his nails lightly into her soft ass flesh and lifting her to meet him. He withdrew and thrust again, her body pulled against his as he rammed home. There was a firmness in the action, a power, but no violence. She was naked and helpless, powerless to do anything but satisfy His wants. She felt the moment of submission, of the bending of her body to His will and whimpered into the gag. Thrusting forwards he claimed his property, three strokes, four, and then she felt her pussy start to spasm. A moment later and she started to cum as he pounded in relentlessly. He gave her a head start, one that ensured her completion, and then she felt his cock jerk inside her, the feeling of warmth as she accepted his seed.

And then she felt peace.

- -;

Sue sat naked on his lap in the hot tub. Her wrists where bound in front with a clean piece of nylon rope, her rubber "Bath collar" with the tiny brass cat bell was buckled about her throat. The wine was good, the music relaxing and Sue was happy.

She snuggled up to Him.

"I have something I have to ask you," he said.

"Ask Sir?" Sue said, he asked her things all the time. Was the rope too tight, did she like the color of her latest outfit? But somehow Sue knew this was one of those big questions, the ones she normally was allowed no opinion or choice over.

Master questions.

She giggled a little at the thought. He had insisted that she not call him Master, but still she couldn't help but think it. It was her own, slightly twisted, rebellion.

"When I took you and brought you here," he said, his dark honey coated voice suddenly serious, "I told you that someone had paid for your murder. If you recall you had no idea who this person was or their motive. I now know these answers. Does my girl want to hear them?"

A year ago she would have said yes immediately, a year ago she would have still felt upset. Today she snuggled up close to him and reached for her glass with her bound hands. She took a sip then craned her neck upwards and kissed his cheek.

"Maybe later Sir," she said.

- -;

Ask anyone in the office and they would tell you that Mary Anne was a good worker. Beyond that you would get mixed opinions, many would say she kept herself to herself, some would say she was a snob. In any case all would agree that she was efficient and that she put in long hours.

Like tonight, December 23rd when her ragged collection of co-workers had left the charity offices for an impromptu Christmas party in a downtown restaurant. Some had cajoled her to come, some had put aside their usual resentment of her behavior for the sake of the Christmas spirit and begged her to come. She had politely and forcefully refused and secretly relieved they had gone to the restaurant without her.

Now she sat in her cubical in front of her computer. Adjusting figures here, changing percentages there, doing a thousand things that were completely nonsensical.

Unless you were a forensic accountant.

Sue's gloved hand pressed the blade to the soft fleshy portion of Mary Anne's neck. "Working late?" she asked.

Mary Anne stiffened. "Wha." she started.

Sue pressed the blade harder and tutted. "I don't recall giving you permission to talk Mary? Do you?"

The woman shook her head gingerly, mindful of the knife.

"Why don't you ever so sweetly apologize for your big mouth?" Sue suggested.

"S. sorry," Mary managed to stutter