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Her New Master (Friend in the Shadows & Gilt)

Gram held her tight in his arms and close enough to his body that she could hear his heart beating. Steadily, his breath became harder and shorter, while his thrust became quicker, his hard member sliding in and out of her mound with increasing ease.

Grams mouth returned to his place on her hard nipples, sucking on them, rolling his tongue across them, drawing her breast up with the force of his lips. Keeping that pace was hard, and eventually Grams breath turned to grunts, his body trembled in time with Jennas'. Letting out a deep sigh, he slammed his cock hard into her nether, his cum spewing forth, filling her sex with his seed.

His heart slowed down as he slowly pulled out of her, several minor shots of cum following the first continued to come forth, all of them staying in her sex. "There, that feels better now, doesn't it? Your cunt is marvelous; holding on tight to me the way it does. If fact, your whole body seams to not want to let me go." He said as his rod finally pulled fully free form her mound.
 
As he pounded her, filling her like no other master, she rocked with him, helping him plunge deeper, holding up her own weight so he could dedicate his energy toward movement. She quivered around his shaft, soft cries emanating from her lips as she climbed into ecstasy again, her cries getting louder as she mounted up and over, falling through orgasm with him, her body clenching around his cock, pulsing around him in the aftermath of pleasure. She breathed hard as he came in her, his cum practically overflowing from her pussy as he slowly removed his massive member.

She blushed at his words, feeling like she didn't want to let him go. She breathed, "Yes, it feels better, Master. What do you wish me to do now?"
 
Gram considered her words for a second before replying. "Well....I need to get a shower. And as much as I would like for you to join me, I feel it would be a distraction from the idea of cleaning up." He said as his hands lightly messaged her breasts. "I think you should get dressed, but leave the collar off for now. I don't like how it looks on your neck. If you wish you may bring yourself off again; it may be wise to learn the taste of my seed before you take me with your mouth."

His hands moved away from her breasts and started to rub her back as he continued. "However, I understand that you may be too tired to continue right away, so if you desire, you may just sit on the couch and listen to some of my music. Or the radio if you prefer." He said as he finally pulled away from her and headed down the hall. "Or you could do both: relax on the couch, listen to music while fingering yourself once again." He called back over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.
 
Jenna wasn't sure how fingering herself was supposed to compare with him, really, and she felt satisfied enough to rest until he wanted her again. So, when he left her to shower, she went into his room to choose one of his shirts to wear. Opening his closet, she glanced around, carefully assessing the contents. She felt reasonably certain that he would want her to wear something nice-looking, but she was also reluctant to choose out of his nicest clothes. Settling for somewhere middle-ground, she chose a simple white button-up from among the others in his closet. She grinned a little as she closed the door behind her: the man had excellent taste.

But after she dressed, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. He had made suggestions, but even so... Thinking he probably wanted her clean again, she headed toward the powder room at the front of the house to tidy herself up again. When she reached the room, before she reached for the faucet, she got curious about what he had meant, it may be wise to learn the taste of my seed...

Jenna wondered if there was some special quality to his semen because of his demonic ancestry, having had a variety of non-human masters, but never one part-demon. She slipped two fingers inside herself, drawing them out slick with their juices, looking at the substance curiously. It looked the same, and when she rubbed her fingers together it felt the same as any other's... She hesitated to taste it, but she slid her fingers in her mouth, rolling her tongue over them to find out if there was something different to it.
 
Gram carefully washed his body, making sure to clean every inch of himself. Once done, he stepped out and proceed to the bedroom. Not wanting to waste too much time, and feeling that they may end up doing more than shopping, Gram decided to go for a more impressive look. Stepping out of the bedroom, he wore a black and gold formal suit with a white shirt underneath, a black neck tie, high polished shoes black shoes and a pair of black gloves on his hands.

He watched as Jenna sampled the cum from her mound, tentatively licking her fingers, unsure what to expect. Silently, he went over towards the collar which sat on the kitchen table. Picking it up, he went back over towards Jenna. "You don't have to fear the taste of my seed. It won't harm you. It might give you a little more endurance, but that's about it. Now come here. It's time for us to go out. The first thing we need to buy is a better one of these." He said, holding the metal collar in his hand, waiting for Jenna to stand in front of him so he could reattach it to her neck.
 
Jenna jumped a little when he spoke, realizing that it tasted the same salty-sweet as her other masters. She blushed sheepishly, cleaning off her hands before she noticed the collar in his hands. She had forgotten about it, forgotten that she had to wear it outside... The sheepish blush became a flush of shame as she bowed her head and stood, stepping up to him. She swallowed, not wanting to feel it against her skin again.

It had been so nice, being without it, she had hoped he wouldn't make her wear it-- though it would be breaking the law for her, a slave, to be outside her master's home without one. She bit her lip to keep from protesting.
 
Gram snapped and locked the hunk of metal in place around her soft neck before speaking. "I can tell that you don't like this thing. Which is why it will be the first thing we buy today. I'd rather you wear something that doesn't clash with the clothes I'll be buy for you." He whispered in her ear once the collar was attached.

"If you stay a good little slave, you will only have to wear this when we are out in public. At home, in private, I'll allow you to go without one. But only if you do as I say. Now follow me and get in the car. We have a busy day ahead of us." He said as he started walking towards the car.
 
Jenna nodded, "Yes, Master," and followed him out to the car quietly. The metal chafed her smooth skin-- it always had. But somehow having it off for that time made it seem worse when he put it on her again. She got in the car, buckling herself in, and wondered just what he was looking for...

"Master, if I may ask, what kinds of clothes do you wish me to wear? I'm curious how you want me to dress."
 
Gram answered her question as he pulled out of the driveway. "You are always aloud to ask me questions. I prefer that you do actually. As for what I want you to wear, that will depend on which setting we will be in. Out in public, I want you dressed up to inspire envy in everyone we meet. I want everyone to see how lovely you are.

When we are alone, doing house work or relaxing, I want you to wear clothing that is comfortable on you. T-shirts, sweat pants and so on. When I wish to have some fun, I expect you to change into other clothing: maid's outfit, school girl uniform, full latex body suits and several others that we shall be buying." He finished talking as he pulled into a large parking lot.

"I'm not aware of what womens fashion is, so you will have to pick out what matches and what doesn't. But first, I want that ugly hunk of metal around your throat gone. We're at a slave outfitter store. No doubt your past Masters brought you here. This time, however, I want you to pick out the collar that will adorn your neck for the rest of your life. No price is too high." He said as he turned off the car and stepped out.
 
Jenna swallowed as they pulled in. She had been to several before, but she hadn't been in some time. She got out of the car, following him in with her head bowed. She looked up from under her hair, watching the other masters in the store, leading their slaves throughout, some with just words and others with leashes. She glanced between pairs and groups as masters selected their tools and accessories, some of them testing them for effect. Not all the slaves here were pleasure slaves. She saw some carrying heavy boxes and bags for construction, some with tools and fertilizer for landscaping, and still others with simple cleaning supplies.

But when there were pleasure slaves, they weren't hard to spot. Naked or particularly dressed, pleasure slaves tended to stand out from the crowd. Jenna found herself extremely grateful for Gram's shirt, as it covered her even though she felt a constant draft from below in it.
 
Gram walked silently through the store, his eyes only briefly looking over at the other slaves around them. He stopped suddenly, his face staring at one side of the room, fixated on a single set of boots. They were knee high with a thick heel and made of black latex with a zipper running all the way down one side. Walking over to them, Gram picked them up off the shelf.

"I just realized that you haven't been wearing anything on your feet. I think these will suit you nicely. Try them on." He said, passing the boots to Jenna. His eyes started to scan the area, looking around at the selection they had to offer. "It's the first time I've ever bothered to set foot in here. I'm surprised at the selection they have, but disappointed that it's not very fashionable. Will have to hit a high end boutique afterwords." Gram said as he finally found the selection of collars that the store had.

Studying them for a second, he held up one for Jenna to look at. "Black leather, European by make. Soft to touch on the outside. Water resistant, with mink fur lining." He said, reading the little tag on the display case. "Apart from the little ring in front, it looks more like a thin dress choker than a collar. What do you think? Do you like?" He asked.
 
((Sorry-- went out of state for four days))

Jenna took the boots and slid them on, zipping them before standing upright and taking a few steps. She had worn some rather odd shoes in her time, so it wasn't anything new, but she liked that she felt a little taller in them. They hugged the curve of her legs perfectly. She smiled a little before following him.

She listened as he described the collar, glancing at it in its case. The fur did look soft, like it would be wonderfully pleasant to wear instead of painful, and it wasn't so clunky as what she was wearing. A little pink crept into her cheeks as she nodded, "Yes, Master, I do, but I will of course wear whatever you choose."

She bowed her head in deference to him, all the while hoping he would get it and let her switch it out quickly.
 
(I'm just glad your back! Now if my cat can move over...)

Gram walked behind her before speaking. "Keep your head bowed while I remove this eye sore." His hands came up to her neck and unfastened the large metal collar. Tossing it aside with a casual flair, he looked down at Jenna's neck. "There's not too much bruising, but there is some. We'll need to get some lotion for you as well." He said, his fingers lightly touching the sore areas of her throat as he spoke.

Gently, so as not to touch the red areas on her neck, Gram attached the new collar, making sure that it wasn't too tight on her neck. "Do you wish for me to leave a little space between your skin and the fur?" He asked, adjusting the strap on the back to ensure a snug fit.
 
She winced as his fingers grazed the bruised, chafed spaces, becoming instantly grateful that the old collar was off. As the new one slipped around her neck, she almost gave a sigh of relief. The mink was just as soft as she had expected, and the feel of it didn't offend her skin.

"N-no," she answered, "It feels very nice on my skin, Master, so please set it the way you like."

She felt so cherished, it made her almost uncomfortable. She tried to pull up her front again with a deep breath. At least while they were in public, she should try-- shouldn't she?
 
"There! I think that will do nicely. It suits you I think. Not to mention that it won't clash with anything else you wear." Gram replied as he finished the adjustments on the collar. "Well now, lets have a look at you." He added, moving around to in front of Jenna, his eyes casting up and down her body. "Not bad, but you need to get out of that shirt. As much as I like seeing you wear my clothes, I don't think the size is a good fit." He said, moving towards the back of the store.

Looking around, he noticed a small fitting room left unattended and a large seat and table, both waiting for some one to use. Directing Jenna towards that side of the building, he moved to sit down in the chair. "Now my little slave, I want you to put on a show for me. This show will be different than the one at home. You are to try on every outfit that your previous Masters forced you to wear. I want you to model them for me. Also, as I said before, I want to hear how they make you feel when you wear them."
 
As he mentioned getting her out of his shirt, she took a deep breath, calming herself in preparation for its removal-- she felt almost certain that he was going to make her walk around the store naked from that point on. But she let the breath out with a sigh when he let her keep it on.

She followed him and listened to his instructions, nodding obediently as she went around the familiar store in search of the outfits-- or close approximations to the outfits-- she had previously been made to wear. She returned with an armful of lace, latex, and leather, among other things.

She went into the changing room, quickly putting on something her first master would have put her in.

She stepped out in a pair of spiked leather heels and thigh-high fishnets held up by garters attached to a black underbust corset, her arms covered to the biceps in black satin gloves. She cleared her throat, glancing around the store a little nervously, knowing that others could see her and know what she was in a heartbeat.

"Th-this is the kind of thing my first master as a pleasure slave would have me wear," she started, "He's the one who liked, uh, anal," she blushed, saying the word quietly, "and he would make me get on my knees, and he'd bend me over and chain my hands and collar to the headboard," she took a deep breath, trying to detach before demonstrating, getting on her hands and knees with her back to him, holding onto the edge of the table with her hands, holding her collared throat close to the edge, as he had always chained her, "like this... A-and he liked to whip my, uh, ass, especially if he wanted to punish me..." she settled back onto her knees with a pause, letting go of the table and looking back at him, "I-I don't mind the boots or... or the corset or gloves, or most of the outfit in particular, b-but I... I l-like being able to look at... look at my master," she blushed deeply, lowering her gaze. She added as a little afterthought, "I-I do sort of like how it feels on me, though... I actually rather l-like, uh, corsets..."
 
Grams right arm propped his head up, holding his eye level just so, allowing him to see both the back and side view that Jenna had to offer him. He listened and nodded to what she said, his eyes following every action she demonstrated. He caught the blush in her cheeks, as well as the down cast gaze as she mentioned that she liked looking at someone when they were intimate. 'She likes looking at me when we have sex.' He thought.

Leaning forward, his left hand came and rested on Jenna's side, feeling the corset clung deliciously to her body. "So you like this sort of thing do you?" He asked, his tone playful. "I must say that you wear it well. We will need to buy some of those punishment tools as well. If you are a good girl, you won't have to taste the sting of the whip all that much. That is, unless you want to." He said, a light laugh leaving his throat.

"Please continue, and don't think about everyone else here. The only thing that matters is us."
 
She shivered as his dark hand touched her through the corset. She nodded at his question. When she was in a corset, it felt like her nerves under the fabric were hyper-aware, and even the slightest touch was hightened there. She bit her lip, then forced herself to stop, when he mentioned the punishment tools... like the horsewhip, she supposed. She had never really liked them, but she wasn't about to tell her master what he could and couldn't use on her. She felt a little knot in her throat, though.

She went back to the dressing room to change quickly. She came out in a french maid outfit, an extremely short lolita number, complete with feather duster.

"I-it depended on what I was doing as to what the next master wanted. When I was cleaning, he made me wear this, and he would use this on me," she held up the duster, "He would pretend to tickle me with the feathers, then he'd, um, tease me with the, ah, other end," she showed how the handle was thicker than one might suppose, and smoothly tapered at the end, "before he would take me."

She glanced down at the dress, "And I guess this is fine. I-I don't feel odd in it, or anything... When I was cooking, I could only wear an apron, and when he had me eat, um, under the table, he wanted me dressed as his 'pet,' with ears and a tail, and everything. And, uh, he had me in other costumes depending on what his fantasy was that night. I don't know if you want me to put them on, or..."

She hesitated, not sure if he wanted highlights of what her former masters had wanted her to wear, or everything she could remember them putting her in.
 
"Hmmm." Gram sat there and listened to her describe another moment from her past. "I'm going to be different then him. I want you eating at the table with me, and if you are cooking and cleaning, you will be fully clothed when you do so. I would rather not see your delicate body covered with grease spatter scars. Tell me, do you enjoy being tickled and teased? I'm sure that the one who did that to you before wasn't caring about your feelings, but I wonder if you liked it none the less." He said, leading back into his chair.

"As for what else he had you wear, I wish to see everything that you've been ordered to drape over your form. What you wear here will only be for between us, so if there is anything that you have always wanted to try on, you are free to do so as well. Anything bought here doesn't count as the reward I promised you. I was thinking that we would hit a high end fashion boutique for that. An evening dress for when I wish to take you out to dinner?"
 
"I-I don't know if I liked it or not," she said honestly. She only did what she was told then, never reacting or letting herself feel what was done to her. Feeling odd, she retreated to the dressing room again.

She changed into that master's mealtime "uniform," cat ears, paw-like gloves and booties, and a black bikini bottom with an attached tail that draped between her legs. She stepped out, bare-breasted and trying not to look nervous at the thought of others in the store, "This, uh, this is what I wore for him when it was mealtime. I could only eat from a dish on the floor then, and he made me," she licked her dry lips, "made me service him under the table. He called me 'pet' then."
 
Gram thought hard about what she said. "If you are unsure about something, then we should try it at least once in order for you to make a proper judgment." He said, looking down at the duster before picking it up and turning it slowly in his hands.

When she stepped out again, Gram let out a small whistle. "There isn't much to this number. It must have been hard to do anything with those gloves on. The tail and ears are a little cute, but I would think that having to be on your knees all the time would be painful. But the title 'pet'... I kind of like that better than 'slave.' Would you prefer to be called my pet?" He asked.
 
She considered what he said about trying things at least once. She realized that there were many things she wasn't sure about. She silently agreed with him before addressing his question.

"W-well, I guess it is better... I s-suppose I prefer it, if that's what you want to call me, Master," she said deferentially. She held out her hands to explain the gloves, "When I was under the table, it wasn't really about using my hands, but rather my mouth, and so it didn't really matter what was on my hands, though sometimes he, uh, liked the feel of the fur on his, eh, skin."

She found herself blushing a little, still uncertain of herself and what she was describing to him.
 
Gram let out a loud happy laugh. "So one of your Masters had a Fur fetish? That's funny!" It took him a moment to regain his composure. "I must admit, that I'm curious to feel your soft lips around my shaft, but I'm also a tad greedy and don't want to share that part of your body. My mouth has it's needs, and it likes the taste of your lips." He said, a suggestive grin on his face as he spoke.


"Do you know why I like the title 'pet' better than 'slave'? Pets are something that you actually care for. You look after them, and in return, they give you love and companionship. Slaves, on the other hand, are meant to do as they are told, without their owners caring about their welfare. So I think calling you pet would be more suitable. Please continue my little pet." He said, sitting back in his chair.
 
Jenna went back into the dressing room feeling timid. Her heart fluttered when he said something that might mean he cared for her. She changed, stepping out in a schoolgirl outfit. A crisp white blouse was tied at her waist, revealing her midriff before the plaid, pleated skirt started, ending mid-thigh. Knee-high socks hugged her calves as she stood in black heels.

"I-if they had hair ties with this, my hair would be in pigtails or ponytails," she explained, "this master liked playing on fantasies and doing role-playing. That's why he liked the french maid outfit and the cat one. He liked things that involved actual costumes like this more than themes, really."

She went back and returned, this time in a bunny suit reminiscent of playboy getups, though these days that was an old reference.

"It's funny you mentioned the furry thing," she said, "I hadn't really thought of it before, but he liked this kind of thing, too... I think it's a little silly," she admitted, "but this one, ah, leaves a little more to the imagination..."
 
Gram waited to speak, watching her change twice and compared the two costumes in his head. "You don't strike me as a pigtail person. I think a single long braid, falling the length of your back, would be more suitable for your frame.

As for these two, the first would only be fore role-play sessions. While those are fun from time to time, it's not something that I would engage in on a daily basis. The second looks more like a tease idea. 'Look but don't touch.' Useful if we ever go to a party where their are other masters and slaves. But at least is provides some more covering for you. Out of everything I've seen so far, I'd say the school girl outfit would be best suited to walk around in for the rest of the day. I'm sure that you don't want to be wearing my shirt all day long." He said with a slight chuckle.
 
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