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Her New Master (Friend in the Shadows & Gilt)

Gram licked at her soft sex, trying to take in every drop of juice her body was letting go. His tongue rolled inside her mound, seeking out every nook she had to offer. His hands, feeling neglected, started running up and down the outsides of Jennas' legs, feeling every quake her body offered him.

"It seems you are enjoying this," he finally said, removing his mouth from her sex to speak. "I'm going to continue eating you out in a second; your pussy is very tasty and is in need of much focus. Should you feel the need to...release...yourself, please do. I plan to spend all night learning about your body." His tongue, tired of talking, resumed it task, pushing deeper and deeper into Jennas' wet sex. His mouth closed around the whole of her mound and gently sucked any dampness that she had to offer.
 
Jenna took a moment to breathe as he spoke, trying to settle back into the back of her mind, to let her slave's mentality take over again so she could hide behind it. But it was broken again as he suckled her sex. A broken moan escaped her in pieces as tremors and small spasms began to skip through her pussy.

She-- truly she-- was beginning to break through more fully. It was so much, almost too much, for her body. During sex with her masters, she would release moans and cries as part of the act, to heighten her masters' pleasure. But it was just that: an act. She often derived little to no pleasure while performing for the men who owned her. Now, she was asked to do nothing but enjoy the pleasures he had to offer. It was... it was wonderful, but she felt exposed, and she felt dirty.

The detachment had allowed her to do everything that had been asked of her without hesitation. But now, it was her, she was the one experiencing this man pleasuring her with his tongue and lips, rubbing his hand across her thighs. Before becoming a slave, she had only gone so far as light petting below the waist, and her family (being human, and therefore more conservative) had instilled in her a set of morals regarding sex that were somewhat strict. Now that the detachment was gone, the experience rubbed her the wrong way in so many right ways, she felt conflicted and filthy.

She wanted him to continue, yes, but she wanted to tell him to stop, to let her go and leave her alone. But she couldn't. The chafing from her collar was still fresh, and she was reminded of all that the collar had meant. She was a slave. She was a slave, and not her facade. Her face was beginning to flush with shame, but he was so good at what he was doing, she couldn't help but revel in the heat below.

So, between her mixed emotions and pleasure, all she could manage was a quietly whined, "Please..."
 
Gram stayed on his self appointed task, lightly licking and sucking at Jenna's sex for all she was willing to offer in such a small area. He casually wondered how much more he could taste if she where on her back on his bed instead of here in the tub.

Finally pulling his tongue away from her mound, he leaned back and spoke to her again. "I had hope to bring you off at least once with my mouth alone." His hands began moving away from her legs and up to massage her bottom. "You're begging me for something but I can't really tell what. Do you want me to continue or stop?" He asked, letting his right creep up in between her thighs and slowly start to rub her pussy.
 
"Yes," she whispered, not knowing herself. She teared up a little, but kept from weeping by reminding herself that while he couldn't see her face from behind her, he would see her sobs and hear her. Mentally, she argued with herself for a moment before coming to a decision and giving in to her slave's mentality. Bowing her head against the edge of the tub, ensuring he couldn't see her conflicted face, she said, "Do what you wish with me, Master."

She spread her legs a little wider, angling her hips toward him and leaning into his hand.
 
His hand began to rub a little harder as Jenna moved herself in to Grams' hands. Still feeling the moistness of her mound, Gram gently slid one finger along the crease of her sex, wanting to touch her at intimately as possible. Suddenly he pull his hand away from her body.

"What I wish," he said, "is for you to cum of me." Rising up, he pulled Jenna towards him, his hard cock coming to rest against her bottom as he did. his mouth started kissing her neck and back, mixing in light nibbles on her ear to keep things different. His left hand proceeded to massage and tease her breasts, gliding from one to the other and gently pinching her nipples. His right hand, not content to be left alone, trailed down the front of her body before resuming the task of fingering Jennas' clit.

"Cum for me, my little slave. Cum hard." He whispered in to her ear, his hot breath on her skin.
 
As they rose, Jenna was glad he pulled her back to him, not wanting him to see her face, ashamed as she was. She drew a shaking breath as his fingers toyed with her breasts and his lips caressed her skin. She physically trembled again as his fingers met with her clit, her hands moving to latch onto his sides to steady herself as her knees began to feel weak under his ministrations.

"Y-yes master," she said, blushing deeply. She had been given such a command a few times before, but really they had just wanted to hear her scream, which she obliged. Now, though, she was beginning to feel that it might be a true reaction for once. Her mouth hung open, her eyes closed as she rolled her head back onto him, her soft, pale body bucking against his strong, dark one. Soft noises began to escape her more frequently, gasps and breathy ah! and unh! sounds filling the room as the tension in her body mounted.

Her pussy began to spasm and clench, and her form wracked against him as a true wave of orgasm washed over her, "ah! Ah! Uh-ha! Oh, oh gooood! I'm... Aauhh!"

Her fingers clenched into him in a way that would have been quite painful for a mere man in order to keep herself up, but as the orgasm crashed over her, her knees went weak beneath her and couldn't sustain her.
 
Gram held on to Jenna as the passion rose in her. He felt her body tense and tremble at every touch he gave. His lips curled into a thin smile as Jenna finally let go and came in his strong hands. Knowing that she would be weak from her first orgasm in such a long time, he held her up so she could experience every moment.

"Very good, little one." He whispered in her ear. Leaning forwards, while still holding on to Jennas' body, Gram tuned off the water. "I won't be showering with you all the time, but I still expect you to remain clean for me. Once a day to wash this lovely form should be enough." He added as he reached for a large towel to dry them both off.

"Now that you've had our first release for the evening, I'd say it's time for something to eat. Can't have you going hungry and not have energy for play time now can we? Since you've been such a good girl today I'll give you a choice: shall I cook something for you or do you want me to order in?" Gram asked as his hands began to slid along Jennas' body once more, making sure to keep her aroused for as long as he could.
 
As he spoke and toweled them dry, Jenna nodded, and answered shakily, "Yes, Master. I'll do as you say." After the orgasm, she was finding it hard to retreat like she always did around her masters. She felt too exposed like this, and his gentle words seemed at odds with the fact that he had purchased her as a slave... and a pleasure slave, at that.

She was struck again by surprise as he offered to cook for her. As his hands roved over her, she found her arousal almost uncomfortably acute. She almost wished he would command her to suck him off, or to throw her over a table and fuck her, just so she was in familiar territory again... maybe then she would be able to detach and retreat into herself, to let her body take over the familiar actions and let her true mind rest away somewhere until it was over.

But nevertheless, she took advantage of the kindness as it was offered, "Would you please cook something for me, Master?"
 
"Willing to try my cooking are we?" Gram replied with a light laugh. "Very well, I'll make something nice for you. I shall warn you: my dishes are not restaurant quality, but it will fill you up nice." He added as he stepped out of the tub. Hanging the towel up to dry, he looked back at Jennas' nude body.

"You can use a fresh towel to cover yourself if you wish. If I'm at the stove, I'm going need to put a robe on. We shall have to do major shopping tomorrow: you'll need casual clothing to wear around the house. A better collar as well. Something that won't rub against your neck like that hunk of metal they sold you with. Perhaps soft leather with silk lining." He thought out loud as he disappeared from the bathroom.
 
Jenna listened to him think aloud, but didn't respond. She was surprised, though, when he walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She looked around the room, standing in the tub, observing the details of the space. It was certainly a single man's bath. There were no excessive bottles, bars, or jars, and there was only one toothbrush next to the sink.

She noticed where the towels were, but she hesitated to go get one. He had told her she could cover herself with a fresh towel, but he hadn't said she could get out of the tub. She chewed at her lip nervously, finally making a decision. She carefully stepped out of the tub and retrieved a clean towel, wrapping it around herself neatly, then pulled her hair to one side. She stood in the center of the bathroom with her head bowed. She didn't know if he wanted her to stay or to follow him. She had had a master previously who kept her chained in his bathroom for a time in order to "teach her a lesson."

She waited to see if he returned, hoping she hadn't been wrong not to follow him and that he wouldn't punish her.
 
Gram walked pass at first, his eyes barely catching a glimpse of Jenna standing still in the center of the bathroom. His robe was bright white, a stark contrast to his dark skin. Stepping back, he motioned for her to follow him. "You could have left and had a seat. The dining table is much more comfortable to eat at then the bathroom." He said with a smile.

"Another rule for the house: keep your head raised. Otherwise you will be running into everything. Besides, I like looking at your pretty face." He added as he went to the kitchen. Gram began to pull pots and pans from cupboards in preparation for the meal. Opening the fridge, he pulled fresh chicken out and set it on the counter. A box of minute rice and a can of mushroom soup found their way there next.

Starting a pot to boil, he addressed Jenna once more. "Tell me more about your previous masters little one. I want to know what they've done to you over the years." He said as he added chicken broth packets to the heating water on the stove.
 
As she followed him Jenna tried to clear her face of emotion again, trying to feel nothing and to just do as she was told, with no personal or emotional involvement. She raised her head timidly a few inches when he instructed her to do so. It seemed she was having a hard time ordering a full retreat into her psyche.

It was made almost impossible as he asked her personal questions. She sat in a chair, sighing.

"My first two masters put me to work in their homes," she began quietly, "The third was the one who first... first..." she took a deep breath, "He was the one who started me on this track... He would use a horsewhip on me if I didn't do... what he wanted me to. He liked... anal... The fourth one wanted me to perform on the way home from the auction. He liked me to wear particular outfits for certain things, and liked me to stay under the dinner table in the evenings and... and take care of him, even while he had guests. The fifth liked me to wear sheer things, like some kind of Arabian-nights costume. He wanted to watch me with the other slaves before he... took me, and he always liked me to be, um, vocal. The sixth only ever let me wear leather, and he liked for me to... to dominate him, and talk dirty. The seventh asked me to perform on the way home, too, and he liked... oral, and handjobs. His reward for good behavior was to... to face fuck us... and he liked us to strip for him and give him bath performances together. The eighth one had me wear vinyl most of the time, with belts and zippers. He liked dirty talk, and always wanted me to... to scream for him, and he always wanted to cum on my face. The ninth one waited for me to be cleaned up by a house slave before taking me. He liked lap dances and watching me undress. He would usually let me go on for a time without touching me before he would... before he would enact his fantasies, and cum on me..."

Jenna finished, red faced and clutching herself. Her blush had deepened as she described certain acts or used certain words. There was a pause, and she whispered, "There's more, and some stuff I don't remember, but I don't think there's anything I haven't done..."
 
Gram began washing off the chicken breasts in the sink as she talked. He listened as Jenna described her ordeal of her previous masters. Once the frying pan on the stove was ready, he plopped the chicken down in it, the thick sizzle of oil bubbling filling the air a second after he did.

"I'm going to guess that all your masters didn't think about taking you out in public for other reasons than sex." He said as he opened the can of soup. Seeing the water was ready, he poured the rice into the pot before continuing. "That will change with me. While I must say that you would look lovely in certain fetish suits, I also desire to have your company in a nice restaurant."

Pausing from speaking for a moment, Gram walked back over to the fridge. Pulling a small package of frozen mixed vegetables from the freezer and cutting it open, he started addressing her again after adding them to the cooking rice. "It's good to know that you've had experience in house keeping. As you can see, living alone as not be a problem for me but having an extra set of hands will make things easier. Not to mention I'm sure your kitchen skills are much superior to mine." He said as he started to brush the soup onto the chicken.

"What else do you remember about your life before becoming a slave? Music, books, movies..."
 
She only nodded as he guessed about her getting out. The fourth had liked to take her to parks or malls and riding on buses and so forth, making her blow him or take him quietly in plain sight. Since then, she hadn't been outside the halls and grounds of her masters' homes.

She felt uncomfortable, though, as he talked about her in fetish suits or going to restaurants. Even when she had gone out with the fourth to own her, she hadn't had to interact with anyone but her master. She had been shielded from the outside long enough that she wasn't sure she could handle actually operating like a person in the outside anymore.

"I can cook and clean," she agreed, staring at her fingers in her lap. She added nothing more, hoping he would stop probing into her personal memories, when he asked about life before indentured servitude. She had had friends, and people who loved her. She liked hanging out and partying, going to the newest movies with her friends, and just being with them. She was struck wit ha pang of longing she hadn't felt for some time, as she realized how lonely she was without them. She missed the companionship, most of all.

She answered quietly, not elaborating, as she feared she might crack if she said too much, "Just... normal girl-stuff, I suppose..."
 
Gram let her simple answer pass for the moment, the tone in her voice told him more than Jenna was willing to say. It took a few minutes for the meal to cook, leaving Gram time to pull out a plate and silver ware for Jenna to eat off of. Returning to the fridge once more, Gram reached in and retrieved a glass picture of orange juice. Grabbing a glass from a nearby cupboard he sat both down in front of Jenna.

"I think you can pour yourself a glass without me watching you." He said with a wry smile before turning back to the stove. After checking to ensure the chicken was done, he began to dish up the meal. "Pan fried chicken, brushed with mushroom soup for flavor with a side of mixed rice and vegetables." He stated as he placed the food down in front of Jenna first.

"So you like girl stuff. Pop singers instead of light Jazz? Trashy romance novels instead of fantasy?" He asked, sitting across from her at the table.
 
Jenna poured the glass, noticing his smile as he turned away. She sipped the juice gratefully. She watched as he laid the meal before her, providing a veritable feast by slave's standards.

"Fantasy seems kind of pointless," she said, latching on to the less direct subject, "It just glorifies non-humans and makes humans look like chumps..." her last word faded as she glanced up at him, his dark skin evidence of his demonic ancestry. She bowed her head at him, instantly regretting her words, "I'm sorry, Master."
 
"For what? Speaking your mind? Should a slave not tell her master what she feels? If I ask you 'How does your meal taste, would you lie and tell me it was the best ever' even if it was burnt to a crisp?" Gram replied as he began eating. He thought for a moment before adding, "I guess that you would. You've been trained to except whatever your masters say as well as do."

Gram stopped talking for several long minutes, and instead just sat, consumed his meal and watched Jenna from across the table. "I think you shall find your stay with me very different little one." He finally said. "As you have already seen, I'm much kinder that most masters you've had. Still, I find it hard to fathom that the one who wanted you to whip him could be vary forceful." He added, a like chuckle leaving his lips as he spoke.
 
She kept her head bowed as he spoke, saying nothing but agreeing in her silence. She always said what her masters wanted to hear, did what her masters wanted her to do... Only now, he was making hard to detach from that. He was making her experience everything that now happened to her.

As silence fell, she began to eat. It was simple, but well-cooked... but she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Having given up herself to the men who owned her, she didn't know what she personally liked anymore.

She nodded a little as he described how he would be as her master, once again agreeing with his words. He was different from her past masters... But her eyes flicked up to him at the mention of the one who liked her to play dominant. "You would be surprised," she said bitterly. It was strange, but the one who liked her to dominate him most was the most controlling of her masters, and would be abusive when things weren't going her way. Though she didn't explain, there was something in her expression that spoke volumes.
 
"Oh? Well when your ready to talk about them you will tell me. What they did does not really matter any more. You are with me." Gram replied between bites. He knew what she had left unsaid but would wait for her to speak about it openly. Once she did so, he would now how comfortable with him he was.

"When you're finished, we can retire to the bedroom and continued what we started in the shower. My mouth wishes to have you for dessert, and I think you would like a repeat of what you experienced before." He said as he stood to remove his empty plate.
 
Finishing up her plate, Jenna blushed deeply, feeling her center coil tightly in response to his words. He had pleasured her, it was true. But she was so used to her pleasure experiences in giving someone else pleasure, so she was still nervous about the aspect of accepting it.

She carried her plate to the sink, distracting herself by washing it and taking his from him to do the same. It was such a basic task that it wouldn't require much concentration, but she focused on only it for a moment, trying to clear her head.
 
Gram smiled at Jennas' blush to his words. Knowing he had hit a nerve was good if he was to train her for only himself. Still, he wanted more than pulled away glances and scarlet cheeks.

He watched as she took the plate from his hand and began washing the dishes. Standing off to the side, he studied her for a moment before acting. Slowly his hand moved forward and wrapped around Jennas' waist, pulling her towards him. Knowing she would try to keep her head down and eyes averted, he addressed her. "Kiss me. I wish to taste your lips." He said softly, his voice full of desire.
 
Jenna tried to continue scrubbing as his hands slid across her toweled waist, making her shudder, growing warmer. She kept her head bowed, watching her hands intently as she scrubbed, until she heard his voice in her ear. Obediently, she turned in his arms, laying her dish-wet hands on his chest, and raised her head enough to look at his lips and meet them. She held herself there for a moment before dropping down, her eyes lowering to her hands on his chest. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she hoped the near-demon couldn't sense it.
 
Gram lightly licked his lips as Jenna parted their kiss. "Very nice. You taste wonderful." He said as his hands started to move along the towel that draped her body. Leaning in close to her ear, he continued. "The rest can wait till morning. We can spend the rest of the night finding out how much of my body you can take."

His large hands started to move the towel away from her chest as he spoke, seeking out her soft flesh. "The master bedroom is down the hall. The bed is soft and inviting. I'm sure you would like to sleep on something other than a hard floor, once you're tired out enough that is." He added as his hand finally found their way to her breast and toying with them like he did in the shower.
 
She was getting more nervous, but she held her ground. He made her feel... things that had been locked away so long, she could only make sure that she obeyed him and see where he took her. Chills sped down her spine as he pulled the towel away from her breasts, her nipples hardening again for him. The moment his hands met her soft orbs, she had to hold on to something. Her breathing became a little ragged as her hands clung to the edge of the sink behind her.

"Y-yes, Master," she said, her cheeks warming. Now, she was facing him, and though her head was bowed, she was still afraid he could see the blush on her cheeks.
 
Gram didn't need to see the flush in her cheeks to know the effect he was having on Jennas' body. The slight shortness of breath, her hard nipples and the way her hands clung to the counter told him enough. Leaning down, he began to suck on her breast, harder than he had in the shower, his tongue rolling along her nipple as he did.

"Still delicious." Gram said after he stopped sucking on Jenna. His hands push the towel all the way to the floor before he continued to speak. "Would you rather walk down the hall on your own or do you want me to carry you?" He asked as his hands began to run along her bare skin, teasing her flesh with his finger tips. "If I carry you, I can keep doing this." He added as one hand gently began to squeeze Jennas' breast.
 
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