Chapter 8

The girl waiting patiently for me on the bed was quite lovely. My first thought was that this was a set up to embarrass me and our family in the press, so I reached for the trouble button near my left hand to summon help.

“Please...” was all she said, and held out a mobile phone to me.

“Yes?”

“Terry,” It was Deirdre. “Happy Birthday, Terry. I’ll bet you are confused right now. Glenda is a gift from Evie and me. We wanted you to have something truly memorable for your eighteenth. You kind of got cheated out of your birthday because daddy died, but we never forgot, and here is your gift.”

Before I could ask any one of the hundred, or so questions on my mind, Deirdre continued. “Glenda is eighteen and comes to you of her own free will. Her mother took her to be auctioned off at some horrible sex club. When I heard about it, I sent Jorge to find her, rescue her, and bring her to the London apartment where she would be safe while we found her a home.

“It turns out that she is a natural submissive and a virgin. She was checked out by our doctors and is completely untouched and free of disease. The really strange thing is that she is absolutely panting to be with you.” I could hear the excitement in Deirdre’s voice. She was getting off on the idea of giving me a virgin for my birthday.

“A few days after we rescued her, Glenda came to us and begged to be your eighteenth birthday gift. She is emphatic that she wants to gift you her virginity ... and anything else you wish to take...”

I hesitated even after hearing the terms of Glenda’s residency in our home. While I considered the gift, I looked her over. The girl was about five feet two inches tall, no more than about a hundred and ten pounds. Her breasts were right for her frame, and her skin glowed with vitality. I could see that she was a natural blonde and her body was giving off pheromones at an alarming rate.

Glenda was a horny as a March hare.

“ ... Terry. There is nothing to worry about. Glenda signed a raft of non-disclosures. She gave a video interview stating her sexual preference and desire to give herself to you and be bound to you going forward. We’ve guaranteed her that she is free to go at any moment, and she can stop participating at any time by simply saying, ‘cumquat.’

“She is yours, apparently, sweetie. Glenda studied the photo albums that Daddy had made after we found you. She thinks it is her calling to be your submissive and nothing we had to say about it could change her mind, or shake her convictions. So enjoy yourself, dear. We are very jealous, and can’t wait until you come back up here so we can meet and play with Glenda, too...”

Well ... wasn’t that interesting...

Rather than look a gift horsed in the mouth – in this case, literally – I sat down beside my eighteenth birthday gift and introduced myself. “Well, hello ... My name is...”

I never got that far.

“Lord Terrance...” she looked terrified. “Lord Terrance...” Glenda looked charming when she was frightened. Her eyes looked to be the size of dinner plates as she tried to frame her greeting. “Lord Terrance ... Master...”

I’d heard all I wanted to hear.

“Glenda. You will not refer to me as Master. As you will discover, should you choose to remain as part of our family, my name is Terry. My aunt is Deirdre, and my tutor is Evie. I am uncomfortable when you speak to me as if you are my slave.”

When she saw the determined look on my face, Glenda seemed to assume that I was angry with her. “Maste ... Lord Terrance. I am so sorry to have offended you. It is my wish to be perfectly behaved and bring you joy, not anger.” Glenda turned so that her naked buttocks were facing me, and raised herself into position to be spanked. “Please ... please ... punish me for my bad behavior.”

As perfectly presented as those buttocks were, I had no intention of beating the poor girl. Someone had truly warped Glenda’s concept of her individuality. So, instead of hitting her lovely bottom, I gently ran my fingers over the cool, soft, skin. Glenda squirmed and sighed as my fingers played across her sensitive cheeks. When I slid further down and merely brushed across her star, she came.

I kept petting Glenda’s body, drawing ever nearer to her supposedly virgin orifice. The moisture was enough evidence of her arousal to make me understand that she was really doing this of her own free will – well, as much free will as a self-imposed slave girl has, I suppose. When my index finger circled her tiny clit, she bucked against my hand, panted, and screamed out another orgasm.

As she came my hand was suddenly drenched with her juices. Glenda’s personal fragrance was evident, but not overly strong. Giving her time to recover, I brought my hand to my lips and inhaled her fragrance as I tasted her juice. She tasted fresh and clean, and it drove Mr. Johnson into a veritable frenzy.

When I first entered and found Glenda on the master bed, I was dressed only in a large, fluffy, white, bath towel. After watching Glenda climax on my fingers, it was time to lose the towel. Glenda’s eyes grew wide when she saw my erection. It wouldn’t do to frighten, or hurt her on her first time, so I decided to take it very slow and introduce Glenda to all the wonders of her body.

“Lay back, Glenda. Want to enjoy your body for a little while.” She leaped to comply, spreading herself wide, obviously expecting me to tear her hymen from body, the way a master would treat any slave. It didn’t go as she expected.

When my hands spread her legs and lifted them to give me room to work, Glenda watched and waited. I think she was consigned to the coming pain as a necessary step towards giving me the pleasure she was determined to provide. Leaning into savor her vagina, I blew softly across her dewy lips, eliciting a strangled groan.