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Taking Her Away

"He's probably going to report me missing.." she said, setting the phone on the table. Last night, she hadn't wanted to deal with him, but she almost wish she had because she knew it was going to be 100 times worse now.

Trying to let it go like he said, she went and got two glasses out of the cabinet. "What do you want to drink?" she asked, turning back to face him.
 
She poured him a glass of orange juice and her a glass of water. Walking over to him, she set his on the table before getting on her knees on the floor.

"No master, I just don't want him to act irrationally, which I know he will.. I'm more happy with you than I've ever been." she admitted, keeping her eyes cast downward.
 
"Good," he said. "I'm not too worried about him, personally. Eat your breakfast."

When their meal was done, he wiped his mouth and smiled down at her.

"Excellent, as always," he said. "Now clean up. In the cabinet there is a blue tablecloth; you will put it over this table so that it reaches the floor on both sides. You will then get under the table and kneel facing my usual chair. My meeting should be here soon; I want you to make no noise, no sign that you even exists. If they even suspect you are here, no matter what happens, or what they say or do, I will punish you in ways you couldn't even consider right now. Understand?"
 
"Yes master." Somehow, the fact that he wasn't worried about it made her feel better about the situation. At this point, why would it matter what John thought?

She finished around the same time he did, eating quickly, somehow knowing that as soon as he was done he would want her to clean up. Retrieving her dishes first, she stood up and carried them to the sink before coming to gather his. She washed each dish, drying them and putting them away, leaving the kitchen looking exactly as it did before breakfast.

"Yes master." she said, shuddering at the thought of the punishment. She felt that his request was a bit strange, but she wasn't going to argue. She would've rather just waited upstairs, not sure why he needed her to be there. Without questioning him, she retrieved the table cloth and placed it on the table. "Do you want me to get under now?" she asked.
 
The doorbell rang.

"Yes slave," he said. "RIGHT now."

As she got under the table he answered the door. Talking, vaguely familiar, then footsteps entering the kitchen.

"...a little stressed," Mr. Harris said. "Is anything wrong?

Mr. Harris sat in his place, so she was staring at the crotch of his pants. The other man slid in behind her.

"I'm afraid my wife and I had an argument," her husband said, across the table from her master. "I haven't spoken to her since yesterday. No one seems to know where she is...I'm sorry. This is supposed to be about business..."

"No it's quite alright," Mr. Harris said, unzipping his fly under the tablecloth do his erection bobbed in front of her face. He crooked a finger, motioning for her to suck it. "I'm sure she's gone somewhere to let off some steam."

"I'm sure you're right, sir," her husband said.
 
Hearing the doorbell, she quickly crawled underneath the table, positioning herself in front of her masters chair. Listening intently, she heard voices, getting louder as they seemed to be coming into the kitchen. Her stomach dropped as she heard John's voice. What was he doing here?

She sat quietly as the two sat down, and she couldn't help but notice how close she was to her masters crotch. Almost as if he had read her mind, he took his cock out, motioning for her to come closer. Without any hesitation, she moved forward, taking his cock into her mouth. The fact that John was just feet away from her turned her on even more. And despite it all, he had no idea.

As the two of them talked, she didn't seem to feel any guilt whatsoever. As far as she was concerned, it was John's fault that all of this had happened. If he did find out, he would have no one to blame but himself. Obviously, this wasn't entirely true, but as far as she was concerned, he had pushed her into Mr. Harris's arms.
 
They talked for a while about work, then Mr. Harris slammed his fist on the table as his cock twitched in her mouth. She was doing a good job.

"Is everything alright?" her husband asked, alarmed.

"Fine," he said. "Fine. I've just come to a decision. I want you to go in Hotchkin's place tomorrow."

"What?" he said. "It's an honor, but I'd be gone a whole ell...my wife.."

"She'll be fine," Mr. Harris said. "I'll make sure you're informed if there's any news. Go on the trip. It 's the beginning of big changes for you; I'm sure of it."

"If you say so, sir," he said. They talked a little more, and then he left. As soon as he stood, her Master came in her mouth.

When he was gone, Mr. Harris slid away from the table and looked girl.

"Well," he said. "Looks like you're all mine for a week, slave."
 
She paid more attention to his cock than usual, taking her time with everything that she did, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. She wanted him to know how much he really meant to her, and it seemed like an appropriate time to do so in her opinion.

She seemed to put even more effort into pleasuring him as she listened to the conversation, feeling incredibly giddy as she realized that she wouldn't have to sneak around and worry about John for an entire week.

As soon as she heard the door shut, she moaned on his cock, pushing it deep into her throat, feeling him shoot his cum into her. She swallowed as much as she could, kissing the tip of his cock as she pushed the table cloth back, looking up at him. "I hope you know its going to be hard as hell to get rid of me once this week is over." she told him, a smile spreading across her face.
 
"That's alright," he said. "I'm planning on having your husband arrested for your disappearance when he gets back.

"I've taken control of both of you, slave. I plan on keeping you. I plan on destroying him. Completely. Because it's fun. Are you ready for that?"
 
Part of her felt like having him arrested would be taking things too far. Wouldn't it be easier just to tell him what was going on? Thinking for a moment, she decided that it wasn't up to her. She was scared to offer alternatives in fear that he would think she was ungrateful and decide against keeping her.

All she wanted was him. He had showed her true happiness, and she was willing to do almost anything to be able to stay his for good. "Yes master."
 
"Good," he said. "Because now it starts for real. I'm in love with you, slave. From the bottom of my heart, I love you. But I'm still me. If you want to be with me, you have to be mine. I'll treat you better and worse than I have, slave. I hope you can take it."
 
It took her a minute to grasp what he was saying. Her eyes started to tear up a little, realizing that he wanted this just as much as she did. She hugged him tightly, kissing him softly.

"I want to be yours master." she told him as her eyes met his. "I love you too."
 
He kissed her back and pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling her neck, a hand stroking his side.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "Do you remember the beginning? When I had to threaten you to let me fuck you? When you could barely touch me because of the thought of you husband? When you were doing this all for him?"

He kissed her softly.

"What would you like to see happen to him now?"
 
She felt completely relaxed by his touch. It was hard to believe that she had done all of this for John in the beginning, but it was no longer about him. She wanted this for herself. John had limited her, taken away all the things that she wanted in life, and now that she was with Mr. Harris, she felt like she could be herself again.

"I don't care.. I just don't want to have to deal with him again." she told him truthfully. Ever since she had started this affair, she had began to resent John. When she was with Mr. Harris, he never crossed her mind, and she could honestly say that she would be ok if he was no longer a part of her life.
 
"Mm," he said. "I am very glad to hear that. Well, I'd like to say I have some intricate torture worked out for you to celebrate this moment, but the truth is that thesis the time of day I prefer to watch TV. So I think my first order of your new life is going to be for you to snuggle with me on the couch."
 
"I think I can live with that." she said smiling as she got off of his lap and walked into the living room. As much as she loved the things he did to her, she was glad that they could just relax and spend time together. She had a feeling that it wouldn't matter what they were doing, as long as she was with him she would be happy.
 
That was how they spent the afternoon; snuggled up together, watching TV. When it started getting late, he leaned in and gave her a deep kiss.

"Go cook us some dinner," he said. "You may eat at the table tonight. After dinner I'm going to do something horrible to you. I'd hate to think I was going soft."
 
Even though they didn't do anything, she thoroughly enjoyed the time that they spent together. It was nice to be able to relax and just enjoy each others presence. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten, and she found herself starting to drift off as she laid curled up to him on the couch. She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt his lips against hers, his tongue pressing against her lips. Parting them slightly, she allowed his tongue to move into her mouth, sliding hers against it.

She sighed as he pulled away, too soon in her opinion. "Yes master." she said as she kissed him on the cheek. As she began to prepare their meal, she couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do. She decided that it would be best if she didn't think about it because no matter how many scenarios she played in her mind, she knew she would never guess what he had in store for her.
 
They ate dinner together, and he was pleasant the entire time. The truth was he was practically ecstatic; the decision to just take and posess this woman, not caring about what else was happening in her life, had opened up such a wide world of possibilities. After dinner, he wiped his mouth and smiled.

"That was amazing," he said. "Clean up here, then meet me in the basement. It's gonna hurt, buti'm going to have so much fun...."
 
Like the rest of the day had been, dinner was relaxed. They ate, talked, joked, and just enjoyed that they were together. "I'm glad you like it." she told him, trying her best to smile as he got up and went to the basement. Though she tried not to show it, she was scared, and she was certain that he was aware of that.

Part of her wanted to take her time cleaning up, but she knew better in fear that she would make him angry. If he could hurt her so badly without reason, she didn't want to know what he would do if she did something to upset him. After clearing and washing the dishes and putting everything away, she inspected the kitchen, making sure everything was perfect. With a sigh, she made her way downstairs, ready to face the pain.
 
When she got down stairs he had stripped to the waist and was standing next to a table. As she came down, he strode up to her and grabbed her by the throat with one hand; firm, bit not choking her. His face was twisted in a dominant leer.

"You kept me waiting," he growled. His other hand reached up and ripped off her apron, tossing the tatters aside. He tugged on the slutty maid's outfit and it slid easily off of her. He let her go and stepped back.

"Get on the table, slave," he ordered. "Arms above your head."
 
As he turned to face her, the look on his face was so much different than it had been just thirty minutes before. The happy, carefree smile was replaced with a hard, controlling expression. She hesitated a little bit the steps, obviously frightened as he grabbed her.

"I.. I'm sorry. I was doing what you told me to do master." she said nervously, flinching as he tore away her clothing. She stared up at him as he stood back, trying to keep her composure.

"Yes master." she told him, quickly moving onto the table and moving her arms above her as she waited for him.
 
He fastened her wrists together at the top of the table then walked around to the bottom. He attached her ankles each to a corner, spreading g her legs apart. He walked over to a box and came back with a metal and leather ring gag. His face was still dominant and controlling, but a little softness had seeped in.

"I warned you," he said, gently stroking her cheek. "Things are going to get better, and worse. This afternoon was the better. This is the worse."

He grabbed the sides of her head and started to push the gag into her mouth.
 
She let out a shaky sigh as he strapped her in, the fear obvious in her face. No matter what happened now, she knew she wouldn't be able to escape him.

Looking up at him, she tried to let his touch relax her, leaning her face against his hand as he stroked her cheek. In her head, she couldn't help but wonder how bad 'worse' was going to be. She flinched as he went from softly stroking her to grabbing his head, realizing what he was doing. She tried to turn her head, but his grip was to firm and he easily pushed the gag into her mouth.
 
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