My Master...Sofia's story part 5

I heard and felt a gentle hum. My body swayed slightly as I lay
across my masters seat. The noises of the road as we traveled toward...home. Home. I am going home. Home with my master. My new life begins today. My excitement makes it hard to force my eyes to stay shut. I struggle, but I obey my masters instructions. What kind of man is my master? What kind of home will we live in? How will he treat me? What will he expect of me? So many questions crowding my mind as I wait for us to arrive. I could feel the car slowing. My heart starting beating wildly at the thought that we were close to home. Yes. Yes, this is it we stop. We are home.
Home. What will happen to me now? Master...?

Hearing the front car door open and then close, my anticipation grew stronger. Home. We are home. My master and I are home. The door next to my head opens. I hold my breath. I don't dare open
my eyes without being told to do so. My master touches my cheek, and lifts my hand into his. "Are you awake?" he asks me and I almost shake my head, but remember his last words to me. "In the future, from this moment forward, you will answer me with your voice and not a gesture of you head" and I softly answer "yes".
"Look at me", I do. As he helps me out of the car, I can't help but stare. He is strikingly handsome. Older than I had imagined, but nonetheless stunning. "This is my home. Our home. Come with me." As we walked toward his beautiful home, the incredible beauty of grounds around me took my breath away. Spectacular was the first word to come to mind. Isolated, the second. Wooded...everywhere. I could hear the sound of water. Maybe there is a lake or stream nearby. No neighbors. Nothing but trees. We head to the front door and I wonder what is behind those doors. What does fate have in store for me now?
We enter, it smells like...cinnamon, and citrus. To my left is the great room. Decorated in woodsy green colors, with deep blue and cream blended in. A big beautiful fireplace. Directly in front of me was the entrance to the eat in kitchen. It was a nice
sized room with stainless steel appliances. The colors echoed the great room and the space had big open window with an amazing view of the back of the property. I could see a pool and a patio area. It was really very beautiful here. There were three bedrooms. Each had its own bath and there was a bath at the end of the
hall, across from a door for a room we did not enter. What could be in there? Why wasn't I shown this room with all the others? What was hiding behind that door?
The master bedroom was in deep masculine jewel tones. Warm and modern. Beautiful, wood dressers and a matching cabinet piece.
I wondered if I would stay in here with my master, or would sleep somewhere else. Would he make me sleep alone? I hate being alone. I hope he doesn't leave me alone. He led me back to the kitchen and told me to sit on the bar stool at the counter. He asked me if I was hungry and when I answered "yes Master" he grinned. "My name is Jason. Master Jason." He then asked me, "what is your name?" Simple question, right? No. Not a simple question. Who am I? What is my name? What is my name? I don't know my name. Oh no! What is my name? "Answer me when I speak to you", he snapped. I look up..."sorry Master Jason! I don't know. I don't remember my name. I don't know. I lost me along the way countless months ago. I try. I really try, but nothing. I am a sex slave. A sex slave, addicted to sex. Trained to obey and to please. That is all I know. I am sorry".
He didn't reply. Turned around and finished getting our dinner. "For the first couple days, as we acclimate you to your surrounding and my expectations, I will prepare our meals. However, that will be one of the duties expected of you. Understand?" "Yes Master Jason, I do", I answered. We ate a cold dinner of salads, various cold cuts and what I believe was homemade soup. Everything was very good and I was content and full. Happy? He told me to clean up and do the dishes so I did.
As I was finishing, he came back into the kitchen with two glasses of red wine. As he handed me one, he said "you are only to drink with me and when I give it to you. If we have guests, and we will, you will usually not be allowed a drink as, you will be, shall we say, to busy to drink on those occasions. For the most part, you are mine. No one touches you but me unless it is under my direction and for my enjoyment. There will be times when I just want to watch. When I want to watch and then join in." he paused. Looking into my eyes, "sometimes I just want someone to enjoy watching me as I drive you to places in your mind that you can only imagine. I may just allow them to "prep" you for my use. From time to time, I will just let them sit with me as you pleasure yourself for our viewing pleasure. So many options. But above anything, you are mine." I kept my eyes locked to his, my heart was pounding with joy...he said "you are mine"...he said it...I am his...I have a master. Master Jason. I struggled to maintain my emotion. I wanted to shout with joy. With relief. With hope. I have a home. Still gazing into his eyes, I gasped
as he touched my cheek. He caressed it gently. I allowed myself to move into his touch. My eyes closed. I sighed. He kissed me.  Master Jason kissed me. Kissed me tenderly, licked my lips, nibbled and pulled them with his teeth. Our tongues teased and twisted. He suckled, I suckled. The kiss grew deeper. It became like a hunger. He took the wine glass from my hand and sat it on the counter with his. Turned back to me and using my hair to direct me back to his mouth, he kissed me hard. Biting at my
lips, sucking them into his mouth, driving me wild. He pushed me to my knees and thrusts his hot dick between my kiss swelled lips. Oh Master. Master Jason tastes so good. He is big and thick and it's a bit of a struggle but I handle it. Once I adjusted to his size he slid in and out, in and out. Such a sinful flavor, but I love it. Master Jason pushed harder. Slamming at the back of my throat. The sound of joy in his breathing, his stifled moans turn me on and I suck harder. I wrap my hand around him and stroke as I suck. I squeeze a little, pumping furiously in rhythm with the sound of his breathing. Sucking. Pumping. Sucking. Squeezing. I wrap my other hand around his balls and I feel them convulse. He gasps, as I continue. Harder and faster, suckling, stroking, squeezing, suckling, stroking harder faster deeper over and over. Master cums hard, scorches the back of my throat with his cum as he grabs my hair and holds my head in place, buries his dick deep in my throat and I suck him dry.
Pulling from my mouth with a sigh, he reached down to help me to my feet. Yanked me into his hard, sweaty body and devouring my mouth in another kiss. Master Jason seems to love kissing and he is so good at it that he saturates me with nothing but his kisses. He grabs me around my waist and plops me down on the bar counter top. "Lay down flat on you back for me, let you legs dangle over either side of the counter." I did as instructed. He pulled me a little more toward the end of the counter where he stood. "Lift your arms above you head. Grab hold of the other end of the counter. Hold tight and don't let go. No matter what I do you hold them there. Try very hard not to let go, as in the future, once I am sure you are fully aware of what I require  
from you, you will be disciplined if you let go." My body shivered at the thought of discipline, but I tried to let it go, I wanted to be in the moment with my new master. To enjoy whatever he had planned. To satisfy his every wish. His every wish. Mine was second, nothing was more important than the thought of pleasing Master Jason. His every wish is my command. I am his. He owns me. This is my master. MY MASTER.
Master Jason went over to a cabinet and brought over a brown plastic bottle...chocolate syrup. He poured some into a container and sat it beside my head on the counter. Walked over to a drawer and came back with a glazing brush. He dipped the brush into the container and brushed some of the chocolate across my lips. Told me, "lick your lips, I want to watch your tongue as you taste it." I slipped it out just a little, took a tiny taste...mmm. Then I slowly licked it off as I looked deeply into his eyes. He watched attentively as I teased him and licked away the chocolate. He bent down and kissed me, gently. Then he painted my lips again. "my turn". Master Jason licked and sucked and kissed all the chocolate away. As he again dipped the paint brush and coated it with more chocolate he said, "your mouth and chocolate are delectable, imagine how the rest of you will taste my little slave. If the rest of you is as delicious, I may become as big as the house before long." With that, he began to paint me with chocolate. He painted my nipples, making sure they were covered. The brush felt very...prickly. He dipped the brush again and painted a trail down to my mound. He painted each lip...prickly. He painted my clit. Dipped the brush again and soaked me in chocolate syrup. He took the brush and container over and sat them in the sink. When he turned back around the hunger in his eyes stole my breath. Master. Oh master. Is this what happy is? Oh Master Jason. He greedily licked and sucked the chocolate from my nipples. Moaning with delight as he fed on his chocolate covered slave. His tongue followed the chocolate trail he had painted all the way down to my lips. Enthusiastically, he cleaned the chocolate from each side. Careful not to touch me where I wanted him most. It was heavenly torture. When he licked me from opening to opening I thought I would cum just then. He pulled my clit between his teeth and lapped at it with his tongue. He licked and sucked his chocolate treat passionately. I was in utter awe of the sensations this man made me feel. My Master. Master Jason licked deep inside me. Fucked me with his tongue, alternating with biting my clit. Tongue teeth. Tongue teeth. He put his fingers in me. Moved in and out. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he used my own fluid mixed chocolate moisture to lube my ass. While he continued to fuck me with his tongue, he also gently probed at my ass with his fingers. Spreading my cum around, gently pushing in a little, prepping me. Then he pushed his finger in...ah. Fucking me with his tongue, fucking my ass with his finger. In and out in a mind blowing rhythm. When he used his other hand to pinch hard on my clit, I screamed out my bliss...oh Master...oh yes...I came with a wild abandon. Panting like an animal as I exploded. Master Jason said, "take my hand" and he eased me down off the counter. Turned me around and bent me over one of the stools. He bent into me and sucked and bit at my shoulder, kissed up my jaw and pulled my head to the side to kiss me, wildly. My lips ached from his deliciously hard kissed. With his knees he spread my legs wider. Pressed his dick on my clit. Slid it in my creamy chocolaty heat. As he slid in he reached around me and pinched my clit. Mater Jason fucked me within an inch of my life. It was a wild, almost desperate fuck that pushed me through three more orgasms as he pounded relentlessly and prodded my clit. When he came, he panted, collapsed onto my back and caught his breath. He pulled out an helped me up. His dick was covered with me, with himself, with chocolate. I went to my knees and crawled up to lick up my share of the chocolate. I slid my tongue around his balls, lapping up the sweet goodness. Slurped my way up his shaft and licked him clean. He helped me to my feet and led me into the master bathroom. We showered. He washed every inch of my body tenderly. He gently massaged my scalp as he washed my hair. I in turn did the same for him. I was lathering his dick and balls with soap when he put a firm grip on each ass cheek and lifted me up to straddle his waste. As he held me up against the tiles he fucked me again. Oh master. Yes. Yes. Master Jason had the stamina of 17 year old and he was mine. All mine. My master. And I am his. His every wish I shall grant. I am his slave.
He stepped out of the shower first, dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He then reached for my hand, pulled me closer and dried my hair and my body with such care that a tear ran down my cheek. I hoped he would lead me to his bed now, but we walked past it and out the door. He opened the door across from his and walked me in. "For the time being, until there is more trust between us, until I am sure that I can trust you, you will sleep here. The closest neighbor is 13 miles from us, if you pick the correct direction to head in, you would still be lucky to make it past the bears. When and if I decide to give you my trust, and I would very much like to. We will discuss moving you into my room. Your will be chained until such time as our trust is established to avoid the temptation to try to escape." Escape...does he not understand that he is my everything. That I want nothing more than to please him. To grant him his every wish. To love and be loved by him. Doesn't he feel it?
He tells me that there are clothes and other items in the drawers and in the closet for me. That the bathroom was stocked with any product I would need and that I should let him know if I needed anything else. He told me that I would get the chance to look through my new things tomorrow. He said, "sit here" and pointed to the stool in front of a beautiful vanity table. As I was told, I sat. He walked over to the taller dresser and opened the front door. When he came back over to me he had a flat box in his hand. My master handed me the box, "open it". I opened the box and inside was a silver collar. Plain but dainty. There was a small lock with a key in it. I looked up. He smiled slightly and reached into the box to remove the collar. As he undid the lock, opened it and placed it around my neck, he said, "this is a temporary collar. I will have a personal collar designed for you when you have proven your obedience to me. Make no mistake, I own you. You are mine. I will use you to fulfill my every wish.
However, it is my fondest wish that we will grow to love one another. That in your submission you will also find that you want to be mine. That there is nowhere else you would ever want to be. When that time does come, if that time comes, we will have a formal collaring ceremony that will bind us forever." He locked the collar securely and put the key in his pocket. Reached out his hand and I took it. He walked me over to the bed. Tucked me in so sweetly another tear escaped. He reached down on the floor and pulled up a chain. He hooked it to my collar and kissed my forehead. I wanted to beg him not to leave me all alone in here. Beg him to take me to his room or stay with me, but I did not want to ruin an amazing home coming so I said "yes Master"
He smiled again, a full smile this time. He bent down kissed me hungrily on the lips and said, "goodnight my sweet little slave, sleep well. Tomorrow we will pick a name for you together. We will work on assuring that you know everything that is expected of you. There are things you should know, but not today. There are things you won't know right away, but we will work it out together. When I think you are ready, one day, I will take you into the locked room. Show you what happens there. What I do in there. What I will do to you in there. Not today my little slave, not today". As I started to drift off into sleep, my mind went over the amazing day. The joys my master and I shared. The joys I hoped to find in him forever. Then a chill ran down my spine and I shook a little. The locked room. What is in the locked room. What will my master be showing me in that room, doing to me in that room. When will I find out? What does master Jason mean when he talks of discipline. How does he exact his punishments. What does master do in that room. What comes next. What will happen next. What will he do to me? Can we have love? Will we? Can I really and totally be his every wish? What comes next?

coming soon
part 6 of Sofia's story