Chapter 2

She arrived for supper on time; I had every thing done including a couple of chapters in the library books. I had the advantage of a year of massage therapy due to an on the job injury some time back.

There was no hello or acknowledgement of my existence from her just some muted cursing about the traffic and some idiot she had dealt with at work; more or less as if she was talking to herself.

I served her supper and stood next to her like a good waiter. She pointed at her laptop case sitting on a chair near the door and then at a spot on the table near her plate. I struggled with the latches and then set it where she had pointed. She gave me an impatient look, motioning for me to open the lid. I did and then stood back while she turned it on and began reading and typing while taking the occasional bite. After a while she began to rotate her neck as if trying to relieve stress. Without being ordered I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her. She groaned with pleasure and continued to work while eating.

After finishing she motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom and indicated that she had to be undressed. I stripped her naked and when she looked down on her tits and then at my hands; I remembered and massaged them from behind the way she had done herself. Getting too close, my bulge touched her by mistake.

"You just lost a bonus point slave; control yourself, don't ever rub your cock on me without permission." I knew better than making excuses and fitted her robe then fastened the belt before fitting her slippers. She then left the room leaving me to put things away. She was sitting on the couch with her feet on a foot stool watching TV when I finished.

"Bring in my laptop and then clean up the kitchen; that done you're dismissed until nine-thirty when you will run my bath. That's all!" She spoke without looking at me waving me out of the room. "Oh wait a minute there's a package in my briefcase with two communicators and the batteries, make them work and bring one in here." I found the case and cut the two units out of their plastic Fort-Knox' and installed the batteries. I brought her the laptop and the one unit. "If I say 'testing' in this thing, you just say OK and get in here pronto; never say anything else." She waved me off.

"Very well mistress, as you wish."

"There's no need to reply when I dismiss you George, I've already told you that once! Just bow and leave." I did and left for my chores trying mentally to control my semi. She either didn't take notice of the bulge or didn't want to.

About an hour later back in my apartment I heard 'testing' on the walkie-talkie; I said 'OK' and reported to my mistress.

"I'll have tea and a couple cookies." I bowed and went to the kitchen boiling the water and then found a serving tray with folding legs setting it where she could reach. She was watching TV and working on the laptop and picked up the cup tasting a zip. I bowed and turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going George?"

"I'm sorry I just thought." She cut me off.

"You take orders George; I do the thinking here; on your knees slave!" I obeyed and watched her sip her tea and nibble at the cookies very slowly and deliberate while dividing her time between the TV and the computer during commercials. It must have been about fifteen minutes before she pointed at the empty cup and plate and waved my out.

I went back to my apartment and decided to study the massage books. Getting absorbed by the subject matter, I forgot about the time. The unit startled me with 'testing'. I didn't bother answering but rushed in and began to fill the tub. When done I walked in and informed my mistress that her bath was ready.

"I suppose you have an excuse George?"

"I'm very sorry but I was studying the books you ask me to read."

"Silence slave," she interrupted, "that's three demerit points." She rose and walked into the bathroom and stood there waiting for me to remove her robe. I hung it up, removed her slippers and then held her arms guiding her into the tub. She pointed at the floor next to the tub and I fell to my knees waiting for her to soak. She stood up after about ten minutes, letting me soap her. She didn't want to wear the robe after I dried her; I draped it over my arm and guided her luscious naked body to the bedroom. She got on the bed right away on her back with her eyes closed while I stood waiting getting a huge bone on. "Alright, let's see what you have learned from those books."

I began to work on her body starting at her feet then up those soft fleshy thighs her stomach and breasts.

"There's no tension in my knockers, pervert!" I apologized and continued with her neck and arms. She turned over and I worked her body especially her thick thighs and globular cheeks while breathing deeply, sporting a huge hard on.

She never opened her eyes or gave me any indication that she enjoyed it. When I thought it was enough I stood back and waited worried now that I would explode in my robe. She got out of bed and pointed at her robe. After I fitted it on her she went to the couch and I stood by her waiting with my bulge. You are dismissed for the evening George; I'll ask you tomorrow night if you jerked off." She shook her head with a fierce look in her eyes. I got the message loud and clear and bowed, leaving with my rod ready to burst.

Its one thing to see a beautiful woman you can't have but to see her naked, wash and then massage her juicy flesh is murder. I had made one mistake and she cut me off or I assume she did, maybe it wasn't her night anyway. Fortunately there was an interesting science program on PBS and I got my mind off her flesh for a while.

That was a tough night most of it spend with a hard on and not much sleep. Up until yesterday I had accepted life without a woman and masturbated but now that I had some real sex and with a young beautiful woman at that, everything was different. She had me by the balls and I'd do anything to please her.

I got her up in the morning, fed and dressed her with no errors. She left for work as before without saying a word. I might as well just be a chair or a table to her, except when she decided to reward me, then I became at least a used human. I spend the entire day doing things for her; going to the laundry-mat, not the least embarrassed by what I was washing and drying. I wouldn't have been caught dead in the past washing women's underwear in public. I scrubbed the floors, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom until every thing sparkled even though it wasn't on the schedule.

I also got time to read a few more chapters, hoping of course to make my skills irresistible.

I undressed her as soon as she got home and fitted her robe and slippers. I relieved the stress of the brassiere in her tits with both hands like yesterday but I might as well have been a robot; there were no signs on her face conceding to my existence. After she ate her supper that surpassed my own gourmand standards she turned to look me in the eyes.

"What is it George you look nervous; did you jack off last night?" Her stare became fierce like my sergeant grilling me at booth camp.

"No mistress I did not." Her eyes bored right into my brain. She clicked a few keys on the laptop, while I stopped breathing, and then concluded the interrogation.

"Alright I believe you," I let out a deep sigh of relief. She then gave me a stiff uncommitted smile, "I'll have the usual in the living room." I brought in her coffee, the laptop and the Walkie-talkie, and then turned on the TV, leaving the remote where she could reach and dropped to my knees. When finished drinking she pointed at the cup and waved me off.

I finished my chores in the kitchen and returned to her side on my knees. She waited about five minutes and then waved me off. "Nine-thirty George do you think you can remember?"

"Yes mistress, I got up and bowed deeply and left for my apartment. I was so nervous that I walked the floor for hours and there was no call for tea like yesterday. By nine O'clock I was soaked with sweat; I took a shower and stood looking at the clock until nine-thirty.

I ran her bath and washed her body; while I was drying her she looked at my bulge. I heard your shower running before, why?"

"I was sweaty, mistress."

"Why in the world would you be sweaty at this hour?"

"Nerves mistress I was walking the floor all evening." There was no point lying to her and it made no difference; she had an agenda controlling me and thrived on my desperation for her body.

"So you think you'll get it tonight George?" She smiled that noncommittal smile of hers.

"I'm your slave mistress I can only hope," she grasped my bulge for a moment making me gasp and then put on that, you don't exist face again, while I finished drying her. She didn't want to wear the robe and let me guide her naked body to the bedroom. My cock was straining in my robe. I looked down watching her tits quiver as we walked. She sat down on the edge of the bed and kneaded her breasts ignoring my existence for a while.

"Disrobe slave," she spoke slowly without looking at me. I hung my robe on a chair and waited standing there with an iron hard erection. "I suppose you would like to massage my body slave," her words came out throaty while she stood up and stroked her stomach and thighs and then ran her fingers through her bush.

"Of course mistress, you're word is my command, I was breathing sporadically by now, my cock ready to explode. She sat down again and motioned me close. My cock was now a few inches from her face. She looked up at me licking her lips.

"Your cock look delicious slave, may I suck on it?"

"My mistress does not have to ask," I began to tremble in frustration as my cock throbbed wildly pulling back the foreskin half way.

"Come now George why is your knob not exposed, aren't you horny?" I strained, gasping and jerking my pelvis doing the impossible as the foreskin slipped behind the knob. She reached for my bag with one hand and fondled it gently for an eternity and teasingly licked knob while her other hand grasped my shaft frigging it ever so slowly. I exploded in her mouth groaning ecstatically as she gulped down my load; making the savouring, um sounds of someone relishing a gourmet meal. I could barely stand with the rush as she sucked almost desperately and then smacked and licked her lips. I couldn't believe it, she actually feasted on my semen; my mistress was a connoisseur of cum. I had always thought that if women really did suck men off, they would spit it out and gargle after.