The next two days were spent in blissful submission to my master's moods. He took both days off from working to spend time with me, training me in His ways. As near as I could gather by inference, for He never discussed it with me, my master was a writer or consultant. When He did work it was in His study, either at His typewriter or His tape recorder. I never heard what He said or saw what He wrote. I was only aware of the tools He had in His study.
For those two days though, He only went in His study to retrieve messages from His telephone answering machine and jot memos to Himself to answer them.
The rest of the time we spent together, from waking to sleeping, learning about each other. Yes, my master took great pains to learn all about me. He asked me about my family and upbringing, my hopes and dreams for the future, my tastes in music and art.
He also took great pains to learn where I was most sensitive on my body. He learned where exactly I like to be kissed and tickled. I let Him see how His teeth would make my nipples harder, faster than His tongue could. When He was kind enough to fuck my pussy, which He was, twice, He discovered immediately how I love having my clitoris sucked, like it was a little penis. Sometimes, when I'm very excited, and every time I've made love with my new master I've been very excited, my clitoris gets so hard that it sticks out of my slit like a little pearl. And when someone sucks on it, as master did so well, it will grow and stand up almost three-quarters of an inch, just enough to suck and lick.
I learned all I could about Him, too, of course. But He was quite reticent about Himself. I got the impression that He was a bit older than He looked. He had the body of a young man, the face of a mature man, and the patience and outlook of someone who has seen a lot of life. But He wouldn't talk about Himself.
We discussed world affairs at some length. I got the feeling He had traveled to many of the places we discussed. He was an advocate of personal liberty, (as I would have guessed), and human rights.
"The freedom to choose and then to act on that choice is vital to the human spirit, essential to the evolution of our race," He said.
I was such a young girl, He was so experienced, I was completely in awe of Him. I felt honored, like a temple priestess, called upon to service the God-king.
He instructed me in using my mouth and tongue to stimulate and prolong His orgasm. He taught me to tease Him almost to coming. I learned the tell-tale twitches and throbs that preceded even His pre-come ejaculate. I sensed when the energy was just starting to ascend through His spine, and I would stop.
I'd hold His throbbing cock gently in my mouth and let His orgasm subside. Then I'd kiss and lick His balls, feeling Him gasp and moan with pleasure. When He began to recover His composure I'd slip His cock in my mouth again and repeat the process.
One afternoon in the living room, while watching an X-rated video on the VCR, I kept teasing Him to the brink of orgasm and then holding back. I kept His cock erect for over two hours before up [missing text].
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My God! Those sorts of people weren't the sort that I associated with! I had been led to believe, all my life, that people like that were a lower order that one had nothing to do with! And I had always believed that, too!
The only other men I knew were junior executives and that sort of men, polite and clean cut social climbers who would have never ever done anything like pushing me into a bathroom and fucking me there! They would have found an experience like that as repugnant as I did!
They were men whose idea of a good time was to go to a sophisticated nightclub dressed in an expensive suit, me wearing an evening dress, and to dance conservatively with me, maybe have a few drinks.
After a few dates like that we might even go to their apartment and make love (you notice I didn't say "fuck") and… it would be nice but it would never be anything special that they gave to me in their bed.
Was what Hakim had done to me – what the biker had done to me, in fact – was that something special, or was I just going out of my mind? I mean, at that point I figured that that was a definite possibility!
The fingers of the warm water were starting to calm me, even relax me a little from the tension. "I'm going away on a business trip. I'll be gone nearly a week."
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. I felt foolish.
"I hope you will take that time to rest and restore yourself, because when I return, you may find your duties quite demanding."
"I will, Sir. Thank you for calming my foolish fears."
"You will soon learn to relax yourself completely into my care, my dear."
"I know it, Sir. Please be patient with me," I kissed His hand.
The next few days I spent between the dormitory and the gymnasium. Resting and exercising were my only activities, except when I was tired, then I drifted off to dream-filled sleep, dreaming of my master and how He would pleasure me when He returned from His trip.
Sunday afternoon was hot. The temperature climbed into the nineties and I decided to climb into the pool. There were two pools open on campus that day, one indoors and one out. I chose the indoor pool for privacy's sake. There were about a hundred kids laughing and playing around the outdoor pool and even though most of them were older than me, in comparison with my master, they were mere children. I wanted no part of them. They were just playing, socializing. I needed to concentrate, I was preparing my body for service. I wanted to swim laps, to improve my muscle tone and increase my stamina. I wanted no distractions.
There were four other people at the indoor pool when I arrived, and three of them were leaving. I draped my towel over the railing and dove in.
The water was cool and brisk. My whole body tingled with the sudden chill. I quickly started a fast crawl stroke down the length of the pool and back. I wanted to raise my body temperature quickly to reach a comfort zone for my exercise.
After twenty laps I flipped over onto my back to catch my breath while I still kicked my way up and down the length of the pool. I felt good and strong. I felt young and healthy. I felt invincible.
A glance to my left showed me that that other person was still in the pool with me. She was swimming laps also, quietly and methodically plying the water even faster than I was and with less shortness of breath.
I flipped back over and did ten more laps at top speed, then I climbed up onto the side of the pool and caught my breath. My companion was still churning back and forth in her lane.
I got up to get my towel and she climbed out of the pool.
"You're quite an athlete," she said.
"What? Were you talking to me?" I asked.
"Yeah, I was watching you." She picked up her own towel and rubbed her hair, it was very short and brown and with her green eyes it gave her a pixyish, elfin quality. "Not many people can swim laps the way you were. Did you ever think of trying out for the team?"
"Oh," – of course, she was on the swimming team, that's why she was such a strong swimmer – "no," I said, "it never occurred to me."
"Think about it. You're good, you might make it."
She was smiling at me in the most open, friendly way I could imagine. She had broad shoulders and narrow hips. With her short hair it made her look a little like a boy. I felt drawn to her. There was something about her, her strength and enthusiasm, that I found attractive.
"My name's Mandy Carter." She stuck out her hand.
"Hi." I shook it. "I'm Jodie Cramer."
"I know, I sat next to you at orientation last September."
"Did you? I'm sorry, that was so long ago, I can't remember."
"That's OK," she turned to her locker. "You were talking to someone else."
"Oh, yeah, Brad," I said, remembering. "He was my boyfriend."
"I thought so, I used to see you two around on campus together."
It felt funny, meeting this person for the first time and finding out that she had been aware of me for months previously.
We went back to the locker room together to shower and change.
"Are you and Brad still going together?" she continued.
"Not exactly. He's away for the summer and… I don't know what'll happen when he gets back."
"Oh really?" She seemed to brighten a little.
"What about you," I asked, "do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not seeing anyone right now, no." She stepped out of her bathing suit and walked into the shower.
I watched her hips sway down the aisle between the lockers. They were firm, tight, and muscular. There was not a bit of excess fat on them. Her legs and torso were firm and well shaped also. I wondered what her skin would feel like against mine. I wondered why I was wondering that.
I peeled off my bathing suit and hung it in the locker. Suddenly embarrassed, I remembered that I had a shaved pussy. Only whores and nude models, who were no better than whores, shaved their cunts! What would Mandy think of me? I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the shower room. I took the stall next to Mandy because I wanted to continue our conversation, but I kept my back to her for fear she would see my pussy and think terrible things about me.
At the same time I wanted to hide myself from her, I was trying to catch glimpses of Mandy's naked body. Like most swimmers she shaved all her body hair except that on her pubis. Her back and shoulders glistened under the shower. Her breasts looked as tight and firm as her buttocks. They looked like two halves of honeydew melon on her chest. She had tiny little pink nipples that were hard and stiff in the spray of water from the shower nozzle.
I tried to steal a look at her pubis but could only see a glimpse of darkness at the top of her strong, smooth thighs. She went back to the lockers to dress. In a few minutes I followed her, keeping my towel around me at all times until I was dressed.
"What are you doing tonight?" Mandy asked as we walked out into the afternoon sunlight.
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe look over my French."
"How boring! Want to go to a movie?"
"That might be fun."
"Come on, we'll walk into Westwood and find something fun to see."
"OK."
I was feeling a little light-headed being with Mandy. There was something about her that resonated deeply in my soul. While walking together her hand would occasionally brush against mine. It sent sparks up my arm and made me catch my breath.
I would glance over at Mandy and thought I could detect a slight flush on her cheeks. She wouldn't look directly at me but would occasionally glance in my direction.
Once or twice our hips brushed together. Mandy didn't pull away, she kept walking close to me. I could feel the warmth of her body and smell her skin under the scent of soap and chlorine.
I had never before had such feelings about a woman. I always thought such things were unnatural. But now, after my introduction to my master, after He awakened my power, and passion, now I was interested. I felt a familiar, warm, liquid sensation begin to build in my loins.
Freedom. Freedom! FREEDOM!