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Indentured Servitude (Try and Angel216)

Rebecca felt his other hand trail back up and grip the collar, pulling her back towards him as she whimpered and squirmed as his hand continued its assault. She heard his question and she shivered as she looked at him, "well......can't you untie me.....please......Master." She asked as she moaned out again, scraping her teeth along her tongue as she heard his next statement and she bit her lower lip as she shook her head, whimpering, and moaning as she tried to shake her head again. She swallowed hard as his fingers continued to work her ass, she moaned out, and knew she was just lying to herself as she blushed, and flushed ashamed as she knew that it was horrible to lie to oneself. She slowly nodded and murmured, "I..........I do like it.....Master." She closed her eyes as she wished that she could go back to be innocent about this and go back to the farmer's market to work as she whimpered and moaned when he pulled her so that her head was against his body.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of him as she squirmed slightly and tried to pull away, before she stopped once more as she moaned out, the fingers continuing their work as she scraped her teeth against her tongue once more.
 
John’s slave continued to whimper and moan as she asked for her release, something of course she wouldn’t be granted. The young woman impressed him as she confessed her enjoyment of his use of her body. Keeping her close, she could feel the heat of his body, his fingers in tandem fucking her ass, the smell of her arousal, all arousing him. When she moved to pull back, he just pulled her tighter.

If you like it, then why do you try to leave, why do you wish it to stop?

His spent length hung begin his legs, but the longer this went on, the sooner he knew it would once again need to feel the warmth of his slave's body. Till that time, he would just enjoy her physical submission, as he worked on her mental. He’d lived on a farm his entire life, he knew how to break animals, and there were many ways for it to be accomplished. Like those animals he just needed to figure out that which worked the best and continue with it, and so far he was pleased by his efforts.

Look at me slave, I have asked you a question.

The words were just another effort to assume absolute control over her.
 
Rebecca moaned out and squirmed as he kept playing with and touching her lower regions, especially her ass as she moaned out again. She felt him pull her against him tighter as she tried to pull away and she let out a whimper as she heard his question, her nose still wrinkled with the smell of everything around her, him, her own arousal. She looked up at him and then looked down again as she flushed a deep red and tried to hide her shame. She shouldn't be enjoying this, it was immoral, wrong, and bad for her to be enjoying it and she moaned out again, her juices dripping as she squirmed and heard his next statement as his fingers kept working her up.

She looked back up at him, flushing a deeper red as she murmured, "I....I don't want it to stop.....but it's wrong to like this.......isn't it? And because.....because of that smell, Master." She trembled slightly as she looked up at him, her eyes flickering to his grip on the belt that was looped around her neck. She didn't like it, it meant ownership and it controlled her, held her back from backing up and she let out a slight whimper, followed by moans of pleasure as his fingers kept working at her ass.
 
The young woman’s embarrassment was clear, John was sure she was shocked by her body’s reaction to his touch and what it meant. So the young thing finally puts words to her concern and her reactions. Like a teacher to a student, the master began to explain to the new slave what was happening.

There is nothing wrong with what you are feeling or what is happening to you slave. The divine created us, and our bodies, and with it, in us are certain natural urges and feelings. We often suppress those and push them aside for they cause us discomfort for we were taught by others that such thingss are wrong. That smell girl is your body signally what you feel and telling me your master that you are pleased by my touch.

So his fingers worked her ass, as he kept her head pressed against his body, the smell of his masculine scent mixed with her feminine arousal mingling, as the heat of their bodies caressed each other. Even though he held her, she was protected and sheltered by his body, as continued his skilled assault on her ass, keeping her in this heightened state of arousal.

Close your eyes, clear your mind, and just enjoy the moment. Instead of fighting it, let it happen, let your body do what comes natural. Enjoy your senses; take in the heat, the smell the taste of it. Reach out and touch me, feel my skin beneath your touch. Don’t think about it, just do it slave. Don’t tell yourself what you should feel, just feel it.
 
Rebecca listened to him as he explained what was happening and she flushed a deeper red as she squirmed and tried once more to pull away from him, but his fingers kept a good grip on the belt as she moaned out again. The pleasure was slowly winning her over as he kept working at her ass, her juices dripping heavily. She felt her eyes fluttering close, as she stopped struggling and squirming, moans coming from her as she felt endorphins moving in to block out any moral or logical thoughts as she moaned out again, a slight tremor going through her. She could feel her muscles inside of her, her walls begin to clench, and a low pulsing movement filled her lower abdomen as it slowly grew in power as she moaned out, almost crying out with pleasure, she didn't want to climax twice, but knew that ultimately it wasn't her choice. She groaned out, her eyes closed as she shivered, moaned and whimpered quietly, the pleasure mixing with his deep voice.

She found herself wanting to do as he told her and she moaned out again as she swallowed hard and reached out, moans coming from her as she touched his leg, felt his warmth as she shivered slightly and moaned the pulsing feeling unbearably strong now as she gasped out. She couldn't hold it back as she moaned and squirmed, her body flushing with the fervent need to climax.
 
The young thing wiggled, squirmed and occasionally tried to move away, but in the end it was all in vain, for she was a collared slave, and her freedom was solely at his discretion. Each time she seemed to want to escape, it was with less and less energy or was it will power. For the moans and groans were becoming less muffled and her movements less restrained as she succumbed to what her body had been feeling for a while. The sexy young thing was starting to submit to his will, and seemingly giving up on her fight which was an improvement, as she clearly was enjoying it. Still he slapped her ass when she didn’t totally comply with his commands.

Reach out and hold me, and touch me.

The command clearly a reiteration and admonishment for her to follow. So to he continued with and gave her further instructions.

Now that we are past that bullshit, its time you start acting like the needy horny little slave we both know you are. Thrust your ass up, fuck my fingers. You’re a slave girl now, act like one. Enjoy your master’s touch, and know you are cumming for him. You are just a little slutty slave girl who is desperately in need of a master.

The words, the commands and the leash were all part of his domination over her.

Now cumm like a slave! Cumm for your Master!
 
Rebecca moaned out and her juices continued to drip as her eyes fluttered as she felt the need to climax growing stronger with each passing moment. She knew she had to comply and part of her wanted to as she reached out and took his member in her hand, holding it lightly as she moaned out again and then she heard his words. She flushed a deep red at his words, but knew again that she should comply as she bit her lower lip, another loud moan leaving her as she thrust her hips up, feeling his fingers thrust deep into her ass with the movement as she moaned out again louder this time as she was pushed over the edge and she climaxed, her juices once again squirting all over his fingers as she moaned out loudly, her eyes glazing over as she floated in cloud nine, moaning out softly.

She swallowed hard, feeling exhaustion seep into her body as her eyes closed and she leaned against him more and more, her eyes closed as she started to doze off. She had never experienced two orgasms in a day, and had been a virgin, untouched and pure, and so all the activities of the day and the events had worn her out and her breathing deepened as her hand grew slack on his member and slowly she fell asleep, her body sighing with relief as the weariness begin to ebb away with each second of sleep, slowly, but surely.
 
The sexy young woman making the transition to slave girl, complied with his orders, and though he hadn’t told her what she should hold, she took hold of his manhood, which was a good sign. If it was his deep commanding tone, or her body’s natural instinct, but she came and came hard. Her master’s skilled hand purposely worked her tight ass, making sure that as a slave she took pleasure from his touch. As she came, the abundant wetness streamed from between her legs, leaving a telltale spot on his table, he noted that her movements were not away from him but closer, which pleased him. So he held her and let her experience the joys of her submission and of her slavehood, till finally she fell asleep on his table, naked and satisfied. Finally he released her, letting her rest, as he took her leash and tied it off on the table leg, knowing it couldn’t really hold her, but would clearly convey that she was bound and owned.

Though John her master left her immediate presence, he didn’t leave the area, but instead went about other things, taking time on several occasions to stand and enjoy her naked form as she lay there tranquilly sleeping upon his table. A smile of pleasure and happiness he hadn’t had in several years crossed his face as he thought towards the future and what it held. So he finished up some minor chores, gathered up a cup of coffee and sat down to read a book, and wait for his slave to awake, so that he might once again enjoy her.
 
Rebecca woke up after 4 hours of solid sleep and lifted her head, looking around, a bit dazed and confused before she remembered what happened. She felt something restricting the movement of her head and then she felt stiff and sore, her back aching and her calves stretched and aching as well. She whimpered in pain, squirming as she realized he had attached the belt to the leg of the table, she was sore all over and looked around, unsure of where he was, before she spotted him reading a book and sipping a cup of coffee. Her stomach gurgled in protest, she was hungry, not having eaten anything since last night as she laid her head back on the table still groggy and besides it strained her neck too much to look up. She could have easily tugged the belt free with her hands, but she was still low on energy and just didn't want to pull it off as she closed her eyes again.

She knew that he knew she was awake, but she didn't want to have to perform, she was hungry, tired, sore, and cranky as she squirmed slightly only to whimper in pain again. A table was the best place for her to sleep and she'd never been forced to sleep on one before, her body and muscles weren't used to it. So she whimpered again, her legs were a light purple with discoloration as they had fallen asleep, there was no blood flowing into them as she was bent, lying down over the table and she swallowed hard, keeping her eyes squeezed closed as she squirmed slightly again.
 
The young girl began to awaken and moved upon the table, not a lot, but a little. John who had quietly been reading his book heard the difference, and he waited to see if she would try to unbind herself or to leave where he had left her. Without directly looking he waited and listened surmising that she was awake, but realized that he had tied her off. Now she could have worked to remove her restraints, or even to free herself, but she clearly did neither. So as she softly whimpered and squirmed in the most minor of fashion, he slowly put down the book, and turned his attention to her.

Good, I see that you have woken from you nap.

The leather of the chair making the a distinctive sound as he stood up, and placed his coffee next to the book on a small table adjacent to his reading chair. Standing, he walked over to the table, and surveyed his slave with a discerning eye, inspecting her condition, but saying nothing. After a long minute of quiet, John her master speaks.

Arise slave; it’s time for you to serve me.

Now she might have first assumed that he meant to use her in some sexually deprave fashion, but that wasn’t his intent, at least at the moment. No, instead he had other things in mind for his new piece of property.

It’s time I ate, and that you are fed. So to the kitchen with you.

John reaches down and unties the leash from the table, but he does nothing to remove it from about her neck, or to provide her any clothing so she may be covered up before him. Clearly he intended for her to do this naked and with a leash about her neck.
 
Rebecca still had her eyes closed and then she heard him speak and she winced, knowing that he knew she was awake. She opened her eyes, hearing him stand up as she heard him walk over. She squirmed slightly and then heard his next words as she whimpered, "please........I don't want to serve you." She swallowed hard and felt him untie the leash as she looked up at him, hearing his words as she bit her lower lip and chewed on it as she looked up at him. She tugged at her ankles, they were still secured to the table legs and she looked up at him, "Can you....can you untie me, Master?" She flushed a deep red as she swallowed hard and trembled slightly, she was hungry and wanted to eat as she looked at him, tugging at her ankles again. It sent tingles through her legs, and she whimpered again as her legs were asleep and a light purple with the lack of circulation as she looked up at him. She realized that he wasn't going to give her anything to wear and he was going to keep the leash on her as she swallowed hard and reached up with her hands to try to tug off the leash and the collar as she looked at him again.
 
The young slave voiced her desire not to serve him, which should have been expected, and though it was, it was still a disappointment. No he couldn’t and shouldn’t expect her to be his total compliant slave in such a short time, but a guy could fantasize, couldn’t he? John looked over at her bindings as she requested that he remove those that were about her legs. Leaning past her, his let his eyes trail over her young nubile body as he reached down and untied them, his breath touching and caressing the backs of her legs. When she reached up and tugged at her leather leash, he smacked her ass with his hand and admonished her.

The leash stays, till we get you a proper slave collar.

With her legs untied, John stands up running his hands along her legs, enjoying the feel of her body beneath his calloused touch. Still she needs to learn her duties, and though he wanted to feel her body again, that too would come in time. So he slapped her ass again to give her some encouragement.

Now off to the kitchen with you, let’s see if you know how to cook.

Though the kitchen was just off the edge of the main room, it was open enough that she could be observed and watched.
 
Rebecca shivered as she felt him lean over her and begin to work on the bindings at her ankles, untying them. She felt goosebumps pickle her skin as his breath ran across her skin, causing her to shiver again. Then she felt him smack her ass, causing her to yelp out in pain as she flinched at his words, she didn't want the leash on, or a collar to mark her as a slave. She whimpered, and knew better than to try to resist him again as she stood up, using her hands to rub her sore, and red bottom as she looked at him. When she stood up, her knees nearly buckled, and her legs tingled as she yelped out, almost falling to the ground, before she managed to get her balance.

She could feel his hands roaming over her legs as she shivered and swallowed hard as she felt another smack as she stumbled forward on weak, wobbly legs as she started to walk into the kitchen. She got to the kitchen and turned to look at him, biting her lower lip as she looked around the kitchen again. She had cooked several times for her father, but she didn't want to cook for this man, John. She whimpered as she knew that she wouldn't have a choice, not unless she lied about her cooking skills, but that would only get her nowhere as she swallowed hard and whimpered again and tried to step away from him, but he kept a grip on her leash as she chewed on her lower lip and looked back at him.
 
The young woman was off balance as she massaged her own ass cheek, where his red hand print clearly shone. She might have been a bit disoriented, but she knew enough at least to this point to offer no more verbal protest to his demands. The sexy thing half walking half shambling into the kitchen, as she had been commanded to do. What her skills were or weren’t would be found out in time, but it was the effort and compliance that were most significant at this time. The slave whimpered a bit as she looked at him, then the kitchen and again at him. Was she asking if her master meant what he said, or wondering what exactly was required of her? John wasn’t giving her much leeway, as he followed her movement with his eyes.

What’s your problem slave, my instructions not clear enough? Do you not know how to cook? Or do I need to find my riding crop; so that I can tan you hide a bit. Now move slave!

Though she did look a little pathetic on one hand, on the other, there was something very striking about her leash and naked body that pleased him on so many levels. Though he had no issue in his hand, a whip or a crop if it helped break the girl, but he didn’t want any permanent damage either, simply he wanted to motivate her to do her duties. Still he had a gut feeling that she was type of girl that naturally made a good slave, and all he needed to do was bring that out.

So he stood next to the table for a moment, directly staring and watching to see how she reacted to his demands and threats.
 
Rebecca shook her head fervently, she didn't want to be struck with a riding crop as she stumbled forward again, slowly regaining her balance as she got to the drawers and she shuffled through them, trying to find what she could cook with. She didn't want to cook dinner for him, but she was guessing that he was a man, and as such, didn't cook for himself often. She found a package of pasta, some fresh picked mushrooms, tomatoes, and bell peppers as she picked those items up and took them over to the stove. Besides, she didn't mind cooking, it was like an outlet for her in stressful situations as she searched for a knife, and a pan. She set the pasta to cooking as she filled the pan with water and dumped the pasta in, letting it slowly rise to a boil before she let it simmer.

Then she got out a bowl, and mashed the tomatoes into a fine pulp before she added the bell peppers, mushrooms and a bit of seasonings that she had found in his cupboards as she stirred and mixed it up. Then she lifted the pan of pasta off the stove and drained, it before adding the sauce she had made and then pulling a plate down, and scooping a big spoonful of pasta and sauce onto his plate as she set it down on the table, and looked at him, "there.........there you go, Master. Did.....I do okay?" She asked, still afraid that he would get the riding crop out.
 
John her master watched intently for the first few minutes, first to make sure she was complying, and second, he just enjoyed the sight. Finally rather than stand and wait, he returned to his chair and book. The smell of real cooking once again fills the room, as it hadn’t for a long time. Though he cooked, it was in the most rudimentary of senses, and not with any skill or love of doing so. So it was hopefully going to be a pleasant surprise, and just another good justification for his purchase.

John rose from his chair and came to the very same dining table he had her tied to prior. The table with the pasta and sauce was resting where she left it, a nice smell and look to it. Though it wasn’t some fine meal that he’d eat at some expensive establishment in the city, it was a good start, and he looked at it then her. His eyes taking her naked form in, with her leash hanging down as she waited for him to say something. Seemingly satisfied with the offering, he sat and took up his spoon and dove in, taking his first bite, and enjoying that he never had to cook again. Then for what seemed like a long pause he spoke.

You did good slave. Now get a plate, and have something to eat. A slave must be fed if she is to perform her duties and responsibilities to there fullest.

The tone was matter of fact, as he said it, then he just returned to his meal, leaving her to comply.
 
Rebecca flushed as he looked her up and down as he then sat down and she wished that she had some clothing on, something to cover her, and she wished she could take the belt off. She knew what would happen if she tried, though, so she left it on as she saw him take a bite, her stomach growled in protest again. She heard his words and she turned, grabbing a plate, and scooping herself some as she moved to sit down. She flushed, realizing what he had said, she didn't want to perform any duties for him, but again, knew she had no choice as she begin to eat. She kept her eyes adverted away from his gaze, but she felt him looking and staring at her from time to time, her cheeks remained a deep red throughout the meal as she finished eating, a soft sigh of relief passing from her lips as her stomach was once again full and satisfied as she looked at him, finally, before looking away again, her cheeks a deep red.
 
The sexy young thing looked flustered as she ate, yet her appetite seemed not to be diminished as she consumed her entire meal. The girl kept her eyes diverted as she acted like he wasn’t even there, be it her natural submissive nature or out of self-consciousness. John on the other hand felt no restraint and enjoyed her predicament as she ate. Finally the meal was done for both, and he pushed his plate away, and spoke.

You may now clear the table, clean the kitchen and dishes. When you are done you may return to the living room and present yourself to me.

John stood pushed his chair away from the table, gathered up his book, and returned to his chair to read. Leaving her alone to complete her assigned duties.
 
Rebecca saw him finish and she looked at him as she trembled slightly, afraid that he would tell her to serve him in another way, a sexual way. Then, she let out a sigh as she heard his words, but the end statement caught her and she tensed, what did he mean present herself to him? She shivered at the thought, but before she could ask, or protest, he stood up and left the room. She stood up too and started to work on the mess, swallowing hard as she went slower than she normally did. She didn't want to present herself to him, afraid that he would do something to her. He had already made her give up her oral virginity and she shuddered at the memory, scraping her teeth over her tongue once more as she worked on the dishes.

She was being purposefully slow as she scrubbed, rinsed and put each dish away and then started to wipe down the counters and the table. She finally finished a hour later and swallowed hard, hoping he didn't make her do anything like what she did before as she walked out to the living room, seeing him reading. She wondered if she could slip into a bedroom without him noticing and avoid him for the rest of the evening, but she was afraid not as she went to stand in front of him, clearing her throat and murmuring, "I'm done...........Master." She was still reluctant to say the word Master as she whimpered slightly.
 
The young woman’s apprehension was clear as he got up to leave. This was all new to her, and she had yet to truly understand her new role and the life that she was to live with him. No matter that too would come in time, as John left and moved to the other room. Nothing was said as she dilly dallied in the other room and took an inordinate amount of time to accomplish the simple tasks commanded of her. Though she did finally come and stand in front of him and declare that she was done. John continued to read, till he finished the page he’d been reading, leaving her standing there for almost a minute unanswered, till finally he found a spot to stop. Slowly he marked and closed the book and placed it on the table adjacent to his large leather reading chair. Finally he looked up, and though his face was calm, his eyes held an intensity as he stared at her.

When you come before me YOUR MASTER, you shall KNEEL!

You are a slave, not some free woman!

John waited for her to bend her knee and to present herself properly. When she had complied he continued in admonishing her for her poor performance.

Don’t give me excuses, or I will tan your ass. I expect you to serve me and to do so to the best of your ability, and not some halfhearted shitty ass job. I expect more of you than this. Now slave explain to me what you were doing and why it took so long?
 
Rebecca shifted as he didn't respond for nearly a minute as he finished his page in her book, and she looked down, away from him, trembling slightly as he looked at her. It was almost as if she could feel the burn of his stare and she trembled more as she forced herself to look at him, but as soon as she did, she nearly jumped out of her skin when he raised her voice. She swallowed hard as she nodded fervently, feeling tears prick at her eyes and roll down her cheeks as her lower lip trembled and she lowered herself to her knees, put her hands behind her back and looked down, though, her hands rolled and fidgeted as she saw her tears drip onto her exposed thighs s she heard him continue.

She shivered and a quiet sob came from her as she took a deep breath, her body shuddering from the effort to stop crying. She was afraid and didn't want to be punished again, but knew that her taking too long in the kitchen. She didn't mean to, but she supposed she was just reluctant and afraid of serving him, she didn't want him taking her virginity, but knew that it was bound to happen as she finally murmured, her voice cracked with unshed tears as she murmured,

"I.....I'm sorry, Master, I...I was cleaning, I....I swear, it's just that, I...I am afraid and took longer and went slower.........in..in cleaning because.....because I don't want you to take my virginity away........"

She kept her eyes down, small, quiet sobs coming from her as her tears once more dripped onto her thighs as tremors went through her. She wished that she could go back home to her dad and become innocent again, naive, but that wasn't going to happen and she knew that she should accept it, but it was hard to accept it. She supposed it was because she had went from a free woman to a slave, and she didn't know how to react to it or how to respond to the sudden change.
 
John listened as his slave confessed her tardiness and her reasons for doing such. That she was afraid and even fearful of her loss of virginity was understandable, she was young and had yet to come into the fullness of her slavehood. At some level he understood her reluctance and fear, and on another he knew that such needed to be dealt with. Maybe he should just throw her done and use her, so that matter would be resolved and made a thing of the past, and yet, he found himself restrained not wanting to traumatize her. She clearly had natural inclinations toward being a slave, and her body had responded well, John felt with a little work he could bring her to, not only accept her new role, but to flourish in it.

What kept him from lashing out at her was the way she quickly assumed a subservient position, and cast her eyes down and answered. More and more she was forgetting her independence and was taking on her role with less and less reluctance.

My slave, I only want the best from you. Serve me loyally, completely, and without hesitation and I will reward you. Fear not the loss of your virginity, for it is nothing more than a mark, a page, in your transition from girl to woman. You are a slave now, you were told over and over to keep your virginity for it increased the value you held to your family if they were to sell you in marriage. That is no longer your fate, so all it is there now for, is to represent that you haven’t truly experienced the pleasure of a man and woman, master and slave.

With his hand he reached out and caressed her face, gently holding it against her cheek. There was no move to hold or force her compliance or touch; he was just doing it to comfort her.

Come here slave, move forward, rest your head in my lap, and let us talk.

So much like an owner and its pet, he began to stroke her head as he talked.

Why are you so afraid, do you fear growing up? Do you fear that you will enjoy it as you have my other attentions?
 
Rebecca trembled slightly, slowly, but surely, her sobs turned to quiet whimpers as she heard him begin to speak to her. She listened to him, tears still rolling down her cheeks, but at least her sobs and whimpers had stopped, but her lower lip trembled slightly as she listened to what he had to say. She felt his hand on her cheek and for a moment, she thought he'd slap her, but instead he caressed her face, and she leaned into his hand again, slowly her tears stopped, and she heard his words as she closed her eyes. She leaned against his hand, enjoying his caress as she shuffled forward, looking up at him and laying her head down on his lap. She felt him continue to stroke her head and her hair, almost as if she were a dog and she sighed softly, contentedly. She didn't mind it because it felt good for now as she heard his question, and bit her lower lip as she murmured,

"I........I don't fear grow......growing up Master, it's that I fear it'll hurt a lot, and......and I'm not a free woman anymore, I don't know how to react to the........the sudden changes in my life. I've......I've never been a slave and don't know how I'm expected to act or behave or do, I guess that's why I fear it, M...Master."

She looked up at him as he kept stroking her hair and she bit her lower lip again, reaching up and swiping at her eyes as she wiped away the wet, warm tears that were left over from her small fit. Then, she flushed, suddenly humiliated that she had broken down and cried in front of this man, and not only cried, but sobbed as she looked down, or tried to, only flushing a deeper red as her face went against his crotch. She pulled away and resituated so that her head was now lying on his leg as she looked back up at him, her cheeks flushed a light red with humiliation as she waited for a response from him after she had explained herself and her actions.
 
John tried to calm and reassure his slave as she dealt with the realities of her new life. He could see her in one moment relaxing and enjoying it, and the next terrorized by what was happening. Still she said it best, she was afraid, and that really spoke to her state of mind. So rather than force her to stay in his lap, he let her pull away, and rest her head on his leg.

My slave, your fears are unfounded. I may discipline you, or demand of you, but that is because I want the best from you. I can’t say you will not feel pain at times, or that you will not wish this happened differently. However, I think in the end when some time has passed, and you’ve experienced and accepted your life as a slave, that you wouldn't have it any differently.

John continued to stroke and pet her, nothing overtly sexual, but neither did his hand leave her personal space. Instead he continued to let her head rest against and between his legs as he gently caressed her.

Has my touch really hurt you, have you not enjoyed it so far? Even when I punished you, I seem to recall that you were rather receptive to it. Pain and pleasure they are almost one in the same sometimes. Will you feel pain when I make you a woman, sure, but so to you will feel pleasure, and if I may say so, even more than your have experienced so far. Instead of fighting it, and trying to deny or even lying to yourself about it, might we try something different.

John’s hand caresses her ear, and rubs her shoulder as he leans over her, talking in a deep soft voice.

Slave, just be truthful with yourself and me. When you are enjoying it speak out, accept it, show your master you appreciate his touch. Follow my orders and commands, and learn the joys of your submission. Find pleasure in pleasing me. Find pride and respect in being the best slave, and you will be happy.
 
Rebecca looked up at him, listening as he spoke her to as she shivered slightly, and bit her lower lip, chewing on it. She felt him continue to stroke and pet her as she leaned a little bit closer, appreciating the soft and gentle caress. When he asked his next question, she shook her head, it was true that she had enjoyed it and she listened to him. She murmured,

"no....you haven't really hurt me that much, and I've....I've enjoyed your touch, Master."

She murmured as she let him finish and then she felt his hand move over to her ear to caress it, and then move down to her shoulders as he leaned over her. His deep, soft voice seemed almost gentle, caring, and she wondered if he cared for her in a way as she closed her eyes, it seemed like melancholy right now and she wanted to freeze this moment in time as she listened to him and nodded, but she knew that it'd be hard for a little bit to accept her new place in life.
 
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