Chapter 7

The next morning, Mark woke up before the girls. He let them sleep a bit longer while he took his morning shower. He came back into the bedroom afterward with a towel wrapped around his waist. The girls were just getting up when he came in. “It’s about time you two lazy sluts got up! Look at me, I’ve already showered and am about to get dressed. And you two are just prying your naughty asses out of bed!” he said, mocking sternness.

“Mmm ... a fresh, clean Master ... all ready to get dirty again!” Kathy said, coming over to him and grinning playfully. She cuddled up next to him, running her hand over his well-developed chest. “I’m looking forward to the dirty part too!” she purred.

“Hey, save some of that for me!” Bella said as she came over. She came up on his other side and put her arm around him at the small of his back.

“Relax girls ... there’s plenty of me to go around! And you both will get ample time with me, I promise. But first, we need some breakfast. I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving!” he said.

“Well, I know what I want for breakfast!” Kathy said grabbing his semi-hard cock under his towel. “What do you say, Bella, want to share a thick, hard sausage with me?”

Bella giggled, “Sure Kathy! Sounds delish!”

“Okay you two mischief-makers, get your naughty asses moving before I turn you both over my knee and heat them up for you!” he said, giving both girls a playful swat on their bare asses. They scampered off to separate bathrooms squealing and laughing. Mark finished dressing in the now empty bedroom, then went downstairs to wait for the girls to make breakfast.

While Kathy and Bella got busy in the kitchen making breakfast, they talked some more. “Bella, last night you started telling me a little about your past before you met Master. Would you mind telling me more? Then I’ll tell you how I came to meet him,” Kathy said.

Sure, I guess,” Bella said and she began recounting how her parents died and how her aunt and her cousins came in and took things over. How she was treated worse than a slave and then when her money ran out, how her miserly aunt went and tried to make her a whore to pay her expenses and earn money for her, even though her aunt had plenty of money. She told Kathy how she was put up for auction and how Master Mark bought her and changed her life.

“And since I’ve been with Master, I’ve been so happy and felt so cared for, it made all the trouble and pain before it worth going through,” she said.

“Wow, that’s a lot for a girl your age to go through, Bella. But Master is a good man and I know that you are in the best hands now. He will take good care of you,” Kathy said.

“Yes, he is. I guess I should consider myself lucky to have found him ... and lucky he wanted me,” Bella said. “So how did you and Master meet, Kathy?”

“Well nothing quite as dramatic as your story,” Kathy said, “I was married before I met Master. It wasn’t a good marriage, and it ended in divorce. Actually, I had just come from my final divorce hearing, the final papers had been signed, and I went to this bar to have a ‘celebratory drink’.

“Sitting there alone in the bar, it hit me – I was a divorcee. A thirty-eight-year-old divorcee. I had no man in my life now and no prospects for one. I knew that I wasn’t the nineteen-year-old hardbody cheerleader I once was ... I had some miles on me now and I knew there was a chance I had blown the only real relationship I would ever know.

“I started crying into my drink. Then I started drinking more. I guess I got pretty plastered because I don’t really remember much after that. Master has told me that I left the bar with three guys that night and as we walked – they actually had to practically carry me to the car – they stopped in this alleyway and thought that they would get a little head start on the party they were planning for me. I wasn’t quite so drunk that I was volunteering to be their party girl and when I cried out for help, Master showed up.

“Apparently, he was in the bar and saw me getting too drunk for my own good. He followed me out with these three guys and knew that they weren’t just being gallant. So he was right there when they tried getting too friendly and he rescued me. He brought me here and gave me some coffee to sober me up. When he told me what had almost happened and what he did to prevent it ... well, I fell for him right then.

“We began dating for a bit and then he broke the news about his being a Master and being into BDSM. I had always had an interest in it, although I had never tried any of it. So I became his first submissive. We had a great relationship, but then I moved away for a new job opportunity and we lost touch. I moved back about a year ago now, and had been thinking about looking him up again when you two came into my shop.”

“So do you ... love him?” Bella asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Truthfully, Bella. I’m not sure. I did love him when we were going strong, but it has been three years. I still care about him very much and am happy to be here. But I don’t know about love. Hell, I don’t know if I even can love anymore,” Kathy said, lowering her head sadly.

Bella was quiet for a bit. “How about you, Bella? How do you feel about Master?” Kathy asked.

“Master Mark has been wonderful to me and I appreciate him very much. I care about him because he cares about me. But it’s only been a couple months that I have known him and it’s too early for anything like that.

“I do care for him very much – he has treated me better than anyone has since my father, and I would do anything in the world for him. I am his, not just because he bought me, but because he treats me with care and respect. Like I am a person not a piece of garbage that fell out of the trash can,” Bella said.

“I can understand that. After what you have been through, trusting someone enough to call it ‘love’ would be hard for anybody. It’s enough for now that the two of you have feelings for each other, whether it be love or just deep affection. The point is that you are both happy,” Kathy said wisely.

“We are. At least I am and I hope Master is happy with me too,” Bella said.

“I’m sure he is Bella. You have a very good man there,” Kathy said.

With breakfast ready now, Bella went in to let Master Mark know. They came back and Mark seated the girls as usual. After breakfast was over and the dishes cleared and kitchen tidy, they all went into the living room.

“So, Kathy, since you asked to come over, what is it you would like from me? What do you need?” Mark asked her.

“Well Master,” Kathy began, “I have been thinking about that since you came into the shop that day. I was so thrilled to see you again ... to be honest, you’ve been on my mind since you invited me here. Master, aside from your usual teasing and driving me crazy – which you do so well – I would also like a spanking. I haven’t had a spanking in so long, Master ... would you please spank me? I haven’t been bad, really, I just need a spanking. You understand, I’m sure.”

“I do understand subbie. I remember well what you needed back then and I see by your admission that those needs have not changed much. Very well, you shall have your spanking, then. But it will be different from the others you have received at my hand, little slut,” he said.

“Different, Master?” Kathy asked.

“That’s right. Unlike past spankings you have gotten in private, this time you will have an audience. Bella here will be watching as I spank you and you are going to show her what a spanking at the Master’s hand is all about,” he said.

“Yes Master,” Kathy said.

“Now stand and strip for me,” he commanded and Kathy rose quickly and shed her clothes. Mark grabbed her upper arm and pulled her a few steps closer until she was standing directly in front of him. “Spread your legs, slut – I want to inspect you and see if you have been keeping yourself in an acceptable condition, or if we are going to have to start all over again.”

Kathy spread her legs wide and laced her fingers behind her head in the position he had taught her years ago. She could already feel her pulse quickening as the memories of service to him came back. She knew well what he was about to do and she craved it. Her hips pushed forward subtly in expectation of his touch.

“You are an eager little slut aren’t you?” Mark teased as he noticed her pelvis moving closer. Kathy shuddered. His voice always did make her weak. Mark reached out and lightly brushed his fingers across her mons. His teasing fingers traced a path around her pussy and up and down the insides of her spread thighs.

“Tell me ... are you wet for me, slut?” he growled.

“Yesss Master,” Kathy hissed. Mark reached between her legs and deftly parted her pussy lips, dipping his finger into her hole to check her pussy for moisture.

“Well, I feel a little dampness, but I wouldn’t exactly say you are wet, slut. Certainly not wet enough for my purposes. Perhaps we should see if we can do something to increase your humidity,” he said.