Part III

Chapter 1

I awoke to the alarm clock and looked over at Holly sleeping contentedly beside me. Going downstairs I made a cup of coffee and booted up Master PC, calling up Holly's file. I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee as I thought about what to do with my new slave. I could keep her to myself, cutting her off from the world. That would be cruel, not to mention difficult to do without drawing suspicion, and I rejected this course out of hand. I decided that she would continue her studies. I still had a job that required a great deal of work and attention, and I don't need a full-time slave. Holly would become my toy, a plaything to use while at leisure. I used Master PC to set up a program of verbal commands which would allow me to toggle her between her Holly-mode and her Hollyslave-mode. All I would need to do was say the name, "Hollyslave" to her and she would transform.

My next decision center around the question of how much knowledge Holly would have of her Hollyslave persona. I thought about this one for quite a few minutes before deciding that Holly would have full consciousness of her life as Hollyslave, even when she was merely Holly; however, she would be unable to communicate to anyone, by any method, what I was doing with her. I took a few minutes to come up with a discretion protocol to cover her behavior when we were together in public, actually two discretion protocols, one for Holly and another for Hollyslave. I quickly modified her so to prevent her pubic hair from re-growing.

I closed Master PC and started up my internet program, hoping that the cable company had restored the connection. I was happily surprised to see that it worked. I spent an hour or so answering e-mails from friends and colleagues, and one from my publisher in New York. I had considered using my free hours yesterday to drop in on him at his office, but I'm glad I didn't because I ran into Holly instead. As I was typing a few last messages Holly came downstairs and entered my den. She kneeled down and rested her head on my thigh. I spent a few short minutes typing and then closed the program; Holly said nothing-she hadn't permission to speak. "Good morning pretty Hollyslave. Did you sleep well?"

She looked up at me with the same worshipping eyes from last night, "Thank you Master, I slept very well." I ran my hands over her naked body and she rubbed her face against my pant leg. I asked if she was hungry and she lifted her head and nodded. I took her upstairs and gave her an old button-down shirt and the pair of slippers which Jill had enjoyed. Holly was going to cook us breakfast, and even though I like her naked, it is unsafe to cook like that. She looked extremely sexy in my old shirt as I led her back downstairs.

I lounged in the den waiting for Holly to serve me, using the time to plan out her first full day of training. I hoped for her to begin her mastery of giving head today, and of course I was going to break her anal cherry. Shortly she appeared at the doorway of the den, waiting for me to engage her so she could tell me breakfast was served. Instead I rose and walked to the kitchen table and took a seat, gesturing for her to plant her little frame on my lap. As we ate the eggs and toast she had prepared, sharing one plate, with her feeding me and herself, I explained some of the changes and protocols I had instituted while she was sleeping. "Hollyslave, as part of your training I need to instruct you not only in all manners of giving pleasure to your Master, and of receiving it from him. You also need to be taught how a pretty young slave behaves in different situations. When we are alone I am Master and you are Hollyslave. When we are at the university I am Professor Coreto and you are Holly. You can tell no one of your bond to me." She nodded to show that she understood.

I continued, "From time to time we will be out in public as Master and Hollyslave, but you will learn discretion. In your mind you are always mine, but with others around you will do all you can to hide it. Our bond is a private one, and strangers don't get the privilege of knowing the nature of our connection. You are to continue, to all outward appearances, to be Holly Madison, college freshman, but inside you know you belong to me in all ways. You can never tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about our bond. Girlfriends, no. Family members, no. Classmates, no. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, I understand," she replied with a smile of satisfaction. She was slowly wiggling her ass into my lap as I gave her these instructions. I was sure that when I stood up I would see the creamy residue from her unclad pussy moistening my pants. "Hollyslave, when we are in public and I need you to go from Holly to slave I will merely use your 'real' name. If you hear me on the phone or get an e-mail or letter you will similarly become Hollyslave." I paused my instruction, rubbing my hands on her sides, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from my slave. As I stood up, lifting her with me, I whispered in her ear, "You will at times be Holly, but then still you will always in the back of your mind be my Hollyslave." She loosed a throaty moan, and I carried her up to the bedroom.

There I began her lessons in the fine art of cocksucking. We spent blissful hours experimenting with her mouth and throat. I coached her to vary her level of suction, how to lick around the head with swirling motions, how to treat my dick as a lollipop for her pleasure. She attempted deep throating now and again, and she was starting to pick it up when I decided to break off the lesson. I had maintained my hard on for two hours and was becoming anxious to pop off. She had just the head of my dick in her mouth and was lashing it with the end of her increasingly more talented tongue when I decided to come in her mouth. "Hollyslave, would you like my cum in your mouth?" She looked up at me, holding my manhood between her lips, and her mouth curved into a wide smile. I blasted off in her mouth and she swallowed it all like a good slave does. I was generous with my praise because I noticed the positive effect it had on her spirit. We snuggled on the bed for a while, and I told her that tomorrow she would learn how to please her master by sucking on his balls.

"That reminds me. You need to call your friends and tell them you can't make it to the snowboarding trip." I handed her the phone and she called. Hanging up, I asked her if she was disappointed and she told me that her place now was with me. I praised her again for her insightful answer. I gave her permission to take a bath, and she left for the bathroom. I called out to her that I would be joining her shortly.

Downstairs in my study I started up Master PC and keyed in Jill's name. I needed time alone with Holly and needed a way to keep Jill away for a while. A flash of inspiration. I ordered her to go to Boston to meet her husband. I removed her prohibition against orgasming without my permission, and made her more horny towards Myron. He would never know where this lucky break would come from. I made sure she wouldn't let him experiment in her now broken in ass. No one but me could have her ass-it was mine and mine alone. Just thinking about Jill's buttery ass made me hard, and I resolved to free Holly from her anal cherry once I joined her in the bathroom. While sitting back in my chair and enjoying the anticipation of violating Holly's virgin rear passage.

Chapter 2

Holly was relaxing in the bathtub when I joined her. I had undressed in the den before climbing the stairs, and Holly eyed my naked body as I strode to the tub. Before getting in to it I allowed Holly a few seconds to try her new sucking skills. As she rolled the head in her mouth I said, "Good, Hollyslave. Very good work. You are leaning well. Giving head for you is to become a religious experience, with you as the penitent and me as your altar." She was nodding her head, as if to say "Yes, I understand. That makes perfect sense." I pulled out of her mouth and slipped in behind her, massaging her breasts, and receiving in return deep and satisfied sighs. She was nearly giddy at gaining my approval.

I had squeezed in, her pert body resting completely on top of mine. Positioning myself I penetrated her tight pussy with one stroke, and she seized up, her upper body rising off my chest briefly. Slowly I pulled myself from her, leaving just the tip inside. "Do you like it when I use you this way?" I asked. She was whimpering but managed to hiss, "Yes, Master. Yes. Yessss. Please Master, give it to me. Please." I commenced to fuck my little slave, sometimes varying the speed and depths of my strokes. After her third screaming orgasm at the end of my prick I jetted my seed into her moist cavern. Leaving my semi-hard dick in her I puller her closer to my body, resting her head on my shoulder. My face was level with the back of her head. Her sweet smelling and still-dry hair was tickling my nose, and I buried my face in it, reveling in the moment. Holly's breaths were deep and steady as I brought my hands up out of the water to stroke and lightly pinch her pink nipples. Her body began to shake at my touch, and she started to wiggle her hips and clench her tight pussy around my member. I was hard again and she began to pant, her head lolling from side to side, my nose rubbing over her hair. I slid my hands down her compact frame to her hips and pinned them down so she could not lift herself up and down my erection.

We stayed motionless in the bath water for a few minutes and then I asked her, "Hollyslave, do you like what I do to you? Are you enjoying your new role in life?" She took a long pause and answered in a quiet and thin voice, "Yes Master, yes I do. I feel as if you have freed me. I love the feelings you give to me. Even now, right at this minute, I feel you inside me, and I understand the having my Master in me completes me as a woman, as a girl, as a slave, as your Hollyslave."

I kept her left hip down with my left hand a moved my right hand to her clit and began gently rubbing it with a light and circular motion. Holly briefly tensed and then tilted her head around and pressed her lips to mine, moaning heartily into my mouth. I increased the force of my stroking finger gradually, and Holly soon orgasmed, gasping loudly. I removed her face from mine and placed it gingerly back down on my shoulder. My dick was still hard within her, her copious juices bathing it. I pulled out to her disdain, and my prick stood straight up between her legs. Reaching over to the edge of the tub I took a bottle of conditioner, flipped up the top and put it in Holly's delicate hand. I directed her to lather my cock with the conditioner. When she had finished I lifted her by cupping her asscheecks and place the head of my dick at her rear entrance.

"Hollyslave, I am now going to fuck you in the ass. Are you scared?" I asked.

"A little, Master. Will it feel good?" she asked.

"Hollyslave, your role in life is to serve me and bring me pleasure. My job is to bring you pleasure, and to train you as a good slave. Everything I do is for your pleasure and your education, " I said as slowly eased the tip of my cock into her ass. Her breathing again increased. I supported her by her asscheeks as she lowered herself on my shaft. It took a while, but she managed to take all of me, her cheeks resting on my crotch. I held her as before, my hand on her fleshy hips, allowing no motion. I asked her if she was OK and she turned her head so her cheek was resting on my chest and looked up at me with a soft smile. She turned her head back and rested her head so I could smell her hair some more. Her anus was tight as a clenched fist, and though the conditioner had briefly cooled the skin of my prick, Holly's ass was swiftly heating it up. I used the same technique I had employed before, leaving myself buried to the hilt I went to work on her clit, teasing it with my fingertips. She began to moan deeply, and her body started to shake, are ass tightening against its invader. "How does it feel, my lovely slave?" I posed.

"Oh Master," she hissed back, "I love it this way. I have never felt so full, and you fingers are making me shake." I sped up my stroking of my clit, and as she neared orgasm I pulled them away.

"Should I stop? Is the pleasure you are receiving from me too much for you to bear?" I teased.

She tried to say, "No," but instead she could only groan, "nnn, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh. " I placed my finger back at her clit and began to mash it. "Yes Master, please. Please. Please let me come! I love your hard cock up my little ass. Please make your Hollyslave come with your cock buried in her tight ass." She exploded into orgasm, her climax forcing her upper body to spasm. I moved my hands and arms up to embrace her, and to check her frenzied movements. Holding her tight I told her to begin lifting her ass and pumping it up and down my shaft. Immediately she set to task, shrieking with delight, her cries echoing off the tiled walls of my bathroom. Soon she had picked up a blinding pace, her ass bouncing off of me on the downstroke, clenching my erection with a force I had never encountered before. At one point she had completely risen off me, but she reached down frantically and reinserted my in her clenching channel. She orgasmed three times in quick succession, and I held her hips down again and went back to work on her clit. As she was approaching peak again I told her I was going to come in her tight ass. "P-p-please, Master, honor your slave by coming in her ass." I shot off an enormous load, some of it escaping past her tight anal ring, leaking onto my own crotch. I pulled out of her with a pop and held her again. With the water in the bath cooling around us I gently caressed my slaves pert body, much to her delight. She turned over and we kissed for a while.

I had just closed the door on the Chinese food deliveryman when Holly descended the stairs. She went to set the table for lunch, and by the time I had counted my change and hauled the bag in he kitchen she had finished. Holly had learned her lesson from breakfast well, and she set only one place. I unpacked the food and took a seat, Holly on my lap. I fed us both, Holly occasionally interrupting lunch to kiss me deeply. She was enormously happy.

We spent the next few days practicing Holly's new skills, and when I ate her pussy immediately following our Chinese lunch she almost died in ecstasy. By the third day we had dropped into a routine. I still had work to do, and Holly relaxed around the house, once in a while cooking, sometimes reading, but always ready for a new lesson. Here and there I even allowed her to initiate our lovemaking, curious as to what she would pick out for us to do. I was a bit taken aback at her ardor when I came to anal sex, but it was just another delightful surprise.

Two days before the spring semester was to begin I took my sweet slave back to the freshman girl's dorm. Parting was such sweet sorrow, but Holly needed to get the ball rolling on her second semester in college, and I had coursework preparation to finish up. I assured her I would not neglect my teaching her, and she was almost in tears as she left me.

Chapter 3

Settling back into the office served as a nice change of pace, not that I regretted my time with Holly. The new semester started off well. My two survey classes had high registrations, and my seminar had a waiting list. I was sitting in my office during that first week when their was a knock on the door. A girl entered and introduced herself as Arianna Anderson, asking if I was "Professor Core-to." I replied that I was "Professor Cor-ee-to," and asked how I could help her. She was a high school senior from the school in town, a student in the accelerated program. Part of this program allowed for seniors to get part-time jobs for academic credit, internships if you will. She had been assigned to me, but this was the first I was hearing of it. I looked down at my very full in-box and sifted through it until I found a letter from the provost. The letter informed me that I would be supervising young Ms. Anderson this semester. She had just completed an internship with Professor Stanislaw in Geology. I asked her what she did with her mentor last semester, and she told me she cataloged and analyzed samples, did some filing, and helped Stanislaw prepare some papers for publication. We chatted for awhile, I telling her what kind of work I was doing, she telling me her background in history, etc. She is a bright girl, and I decided to give her some responsibility.

First I found her a place to work. The building which houses the History department is Van Twiller Hall. And it has six stories. Up until a few years ago our department shared it with the theater department, but with the erection of the theater annex office building, the dramaticos decamped. My office is on the third floor, not so high as to necessitate use of the elevator, but providing a splendid view of the quad nonetheless. Since the departure of the drama department we were long on space, and on each floor there was a conference room/lounge, its shelves heavy with academic journals, and its corners graced with computer workstations. I settled Arianna into the lounge on my floor and gave her a list of books I needed through inter-library loan. She knew how to use the Internet and immediately began to log on to different universities library servers. When she had found all of the books I asked her to locate she returned to my office and I showed her how to fill out the requests. I sent her to our library, and while she was on her way over I phoned the ILL administrator to let her know that Arianna was indeed coming on my behest, and to let her know that she would be managing my affairs there for the rest of the term. Arianna returned shortly and we chatted some more. Her father was a professor of anthropology here at the university and frequently traveled for research and to lecture; her mom had split some years ago. I sort of knew her dad, but only to say hello to, and not much else. Arianna was an only child, and she was going to attend school here after graduation in the spring, probably because the university would waive her fees because of her father's appointment to the faculty. She would be my intern four afternoons per week, her course schedule at the high school reduced because of her internship.