Chapter 11: The Eighth Day

I awoke later that night in a cold sweat. It was four o'clock in the morning, and Angela was wrapped around me, as was her norm.

What had awakened me was a dream. I had been standing in the middle of a thick wood, and arrayed around me were numerous women, all of whom were naked and kneeling. They were all facing me and all were calling out to me, calling me master.

Then I saw Angela standing at the edge of the clearing, smiling sadly at me as she turned and started to walk away.

When I tried to go after her, the women all reached out to grab me, holding on to me so that I couldn't move more than a few steps. When I tried to call out to her, the women cried louder so that Angela couldn't hear me.

I started pushing the women away, even kicking and shoving them to the ground. The harder I fought, the more the women threw themselves at me, creating a wall of human flesh between us, one that was impenetrable.

I struggled on until I was exhausted and was buried under layer after layer of human flesh, the weight of which was slowly forcing the breath out of me. I watched, too weak to struggle, as the world dimmed and slid away.

That was when I awakened, only to find myself in my bed, the covers and Angela wrapped around me.

I slowly disentangled myself from Angela's arms and the covers and made my way to the bathroom where I splashed some water on my face, relieved my overly distended bladder, and drank some water to help me calm down.

Unfortunately, I knew that once I was awake this time of night, it was unlikely that I would ever be able to go back to sleep. As I feared, when I did sit down in the lounge chair to relax, my mind started to run with thoughts of the upcoming meeting and presentation. I ran over all the possible scenarios, and I knew that I was prepared and we had a great proposal to make, but once awake, my mind was running at full speed.

Instead of fighting it, tossing in the bed and waking up Angela, I decided to go for a run. I slipped on my cold-weather running gear since it was quite chilly after a late frost, left a note for Angela, and slipped out the door for a long run.

One of the greatest things about running is the solitude. I've never understood people who want to go run with a bunch of people. Maybe a partner who is evenly matched to you, but a whole group was just not something I understood. When you are out there on the road alone, just the sound of your footsteps, one after the other, up hill and down, miles stretching away behind you, you feel at peace with the world, at one with the universe. Other runners will certainly understand the feeling I am trying to describe.

An hour and a half later, full of endorphins and a good seven-mile run behind me, I was stretching on my porch and enjoying the sunrise through the trees. Suddenly I was tackled to the ground and smothered in kisses.

"Good Morning, Master!" Angela beamed at me as she sat astride my chest.

"And good morning to you as well, though a simple kiss would have sufficed," I answered, gingerly from beneath her.

"Naw, that would be boring, and my Master deserves only the best in life!" she replied with a sly smile. Then she pulled open the robe she had been wearing, revealing that she had nothing on underneath it.

"I think someone enjoyed being an exhibitionist yesterday." I grinned in reply.

Angela just waggled her eyebrows at me and started to slide down my body, planting small kisses along my chest as she went.

"Mmmm, you smell so good, even when you are hot and sweaty. God I want to just lick and nibble and suck on you," she said when she got to my crotch.

Even though we were on the porch and out of view of the street, just as we had been yesterday, I wasn't sure I wanted an instant replay of my neighbor watching us, but Angela had other ideas as she pulled my shorts and running tights down, exposing my rapidly engorging cock. She quickly took it into her mouth and worked to swallow it. I could feel it expanding against her throat as it reached its full length.

Rather than fight her, or deny her the pleasure she so desperately wanted, I decided to fight fire with fire. I reached down, and by tugging here and there, and using a few mental nudges, I was able to get her turned around so that she was in a sixty-nine position with me, her wet sex directly over my face. I pulled her hips down and latched on to her clit and began to suck on it, nibble it with my teeth and flick it back and forth with my tongue, holding her in place until she shuddered through two orgasms.

It was only with the second orgasm that she lifted her head from my crotch, letting my cock slip free into the cold morning air, and screamed out her pleasure. I took that opportunity to slide the wet finger I had been using to tease her sex into her ass, pressing it in until my knuckles were pressing on her anus.

"Oh yes, please, Master," Angela cried out.

I mentally pushed her to move, and in a second, she had spun around and positioned me at her anus, having rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit, getting it nice and wet. Then she sat down and in one long slow motion, I was buried to the root in her.

Angela sighed in happiness as I groaned with the intense pleasure of her body wrapped around me. Then she began using her strong sphincter muscles to tighten and release, tormenting me with pleasure as I lay on the cold wood floor of my front porch. It was only after I began to thrust up at her that she relented and started moving, making sure she tightened on each upstroke and relaxed on each down stroke.

Between the sight of her naked body beneath her robe impaled on my cock and the feelings she was creating in my cock, I was soon close to my release. When she reached down and slid two fingers into her cunt, pressing them against my cock just on the other side of a thin tissue layer, I lost it and began to fill her with my cum, crying out with the intense pleasure of it.

Angela collapsed on me, her breathing ragged, her body shuddering with each contraction and spurt of my cock. I wrapped my arms around her and held her there as we both slowly recovered.

Eventually, the cold chill of the early morning air began to steal into our warm little slice of paradise and we began to stir, extricating ourselves from each other and making our way inside the house.

"I'm going to have to make some time in my schedule for my morning stop by your house," said a voice from the steps as we opened the front door. Sitting there, inside my house, was my neighbor Linda who had caught us in action yesterday.

"I got cold and decided to come on in the house. Hope you don't mind," she said, staring into my eyes with a certain amount of coldness.

"I'll go make some coffee," Angela said softly and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to close her robe at all.

I watched Linda's eyes take in all of Angela and saw a bit of lust and jealousy there, but I was sure she wasn't there to steal my girlfriend, so I decided to meet her head on.

"What can I do for you, Linda?" I asked, figuring that she was going to complain about our public conduct, especially since she had a couple of kids, one a daughter who was at that age where seeing the sight her mother had just witnessed might raise some uncomfortable questions.

Linda, upon hearing my words, shook her head as it she were trying to clear it.

"What is going on, Josh?" she asked, a hint of fear showing on her face before quickly disappearing behind her anger. "Why does that girl call you Master and attack you on the front porch like some crazy sex deprived woman living out her fantasies?"

I started to mouth off some answer about privacy and not bothering anyone else, when her words actually sunk in and made me pause to think.

"There are a lot of questions and implications in your statement," I said quietly, watching her, "Are you sure you really want to talk about this?"

"Josh, I woke up this morning and felt like I needed to come over here. It was as if you were calling me. When I got here, I was treated to the sight of your girlfriend swallowing your cock, then turning around and engaging in a sex act that until recently was illegal in several states. So yes, I want to know what is going on."

"Oh shit!" I thought to myself and stepped back from her.

"Angela, I need you in here now," I called out. "Linda, I'm going to open the door a little and I want you stay calm, because some of what I am going to tell you is going to seem a little strange."

Linda nodded and watched me carefully as I opened the door just a crack and let in the cold morning air.

"Angela is my girlfriend, as you have already gathered. We do have a bit of a unique relationship. You might say that we have an alternative lifestyle where she likes to be my slave and I am her Master," I started.

"I figured that much out. You aren't holding her against her will are you? Are you blackmailing her with something, forcing her to act like this?"

"How dare you suggest something like that about my Master," Angela yelled at Linda and stepped between us. "He has done nothing but care for me and love me more than I have ever been loved in the time that I have known him. He is the most amazing man I have ever met, and I won't stand here and let you suggest that he is somehow hurting me."

"Angela," I said softly, pulling her back. "Do not speak."

Angela nodded and turned her head down, knowing that now she couldn't speak. Linda watched this and sighed.

"Josh, I've known you for several years now. We've been neighbors, and you've helped me out several times, so I don't really think you've done something illegal or immoral, but I'm also a mom with a daughter, and I've gotten a bit paranoid lately about her."

I nodded and let her continue.

"But what really scares me is that I felt like I had to come over here this morning. It was as strong a craving as I ever got for a cigarette when I was trying to quit those. So can you explain that to me?"

At that, Angela and I made eye contact, the color rushing from her face as she digested the words Linda had just spoken. Angela was deep in thought for a minute and then she looked at me and I knew she wanted permission to speak.

"You may speak," I said softly to her.

"Master, she was exposed to you yesterday while we were having sex and I am sure it had an effect on her. Maybe not like me, but I am sure it affected her. It affected Jonathan as well, remember?"

I nodded and thought for a minute more.

"Stand up, Linda," I ordered her.

She quickly stood up and then looked at me like I had just grown two heads.

"I still don't understand how it works," I said before Linda could get a word out, "But suffice it to say that it does. So I am going to suggest that you leave before it gets any stronger. Don't come around and if you feel a compulsion to come around here, try to resist it as much as possible."

Linda nodded and started to make her way to the door, her hand shaking as she reached out to open the door wider.

"And you cannot tell anyone except Angela here anything about this," I added with a commanding tone.

"Yes sir," Linda answered and then literally ran out the door, down the steps and back to her house.

The rest of the early morning was rather subdued as Angela and I hurriedly got ready for work and school, as we were now a bit late.

As we were headed out the door, Angela turned and grabbed my hand. She had this look in her eye like she had something important to say, and I stopped and waited for her to speak.

"Master, I'm not sure how I know this, but everything with Linda will be fine. She will probably want to have sex with us, and I am looking forward to that, but she is not going to become dependent on you."

I relaxed a bit when I heard what she said, but I was still worried about Linda.

"I'll go talk to her this afternoon, but I know, somehow I know, that she will be fine. I know you don't want to hear this, but there are other women who will become your slaves, as dependent on your essence as I am. You need to know this because you need to accept it. Otherwise, those women will go insane or die."

I started to protest but she shushed me by putting her finger over my lips.

"I'm not jealous, Master. I don't think I can be. I only want the best for you, and I know that I can't always be with you, so it is only fair that you have other women to help care for you."

"Angela, I love you, I don't want anyone else," I protested, but only half-heartedly, because somewhere deep down inside, I knew what she was saying was true. It was what my dream had been about, a kind of warning. Angela hadn't been leaving me, I now realized, she had been sharing me, giving the other women a chance to be with me.

Angela answered by leaning in and kissing me softly. Then she turned and took my hand and led me to my car.

"Don't worry about this, Master. It isn't going to happen anytime soon, and when it does, you'll be ready for it. Maybe Jonathan will even have a cure, but it is not for you to worry about today."

I slowly got into the car and watched her smiling face as I drove off to work, wondering how I could ever survive without her.

And to think I had been worried about her surviving without me.

By the time I made it to the office, I had settled down and put the most disturbing thoughts of Linda from my mind. I needed my mind clear in order to focus on the upcoming meeting. My staff had gathered in the office, going over the agenda and presentations.

When I arrived, they quickly gathered up their last minute items and we headed out to get into the two blue Suburbans parked out back.

As we drove across town to our meeting, I reviewed the main points again with my team, more to keep my mind occupied than to actually remind them what to say. We also went over our entrance strategy. It didn't do any good to try to sell a company on improved efficiency if you didn't appear efficient yourself.