Okay everyone, thanks for all the positive feedback. As I mentioned in the last chapter I'm not sure how this story is going to proceed. If you're looking for sex, bondage, spanking and my usual story line, this isn't it. So move on. This story is for me. It's an actual story with some erotica included eventually. It is about a man and a broken woman who are thrust together. I hope you like it, but if not that's okay.
As usual I need to say no one depicted is under the age of 18. I usually say that this is fantasy and keep that in mind when reading this story.
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The drive back to my house was in silence. I was lost in thought trying to figure out what to do. Every time I looked at Carrie her head was down looking at the floor. I knew that I was in over my head, but I felt something whenever I looked at her. I don't know if its empathy about her life, or what but I couldn't let go just yet.
I pulled into my complex and parked my car in my assigned spot. 'Fuck my nosy neighbor was home. The old bitty was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Maybe I can slip her in without her seeing us.' I hoped.
I looked at Carrie and I needed her to understand that her life had changed, at least for now. "Carrie," I said.
"Yes Master." She answered her voice barely over a whisper.
"Stop calling me Master, especially in front of my neighbors. They already think I'm strange and I don't want to confirm it." I said and smiled. A normal person would have known I was kidding, but I could tell she didn't by the look of fear in her eyes.
'Jesus this is going to be more difficult than I thought. I can't imagine what she has gone through.' I thought.
At that moment I had serious second thoughts about going another step further. I knew I should back out of my spot and drive to a shelter. But something inside me said no. She had suffered enough.
I got out and opened her door. She sat there not moving until I held out my hand. I watched as she grabbed my hand and slowly got out. "Look, I'm not going to give you commands for everything. You're not my slave and I need you to act like a normal person." I barked a little rougher than I intended.
"Yes Mas...Sir" She answered.
"Good, now I've got some really nosy neighbors and I don't want them sticking their nose in my business. If they come out and say something to you and ask about you, just say you're my niece visiting from out of town. Got it?" I said trying not to intimidate her.
"Yes Sir," she answered.
"Now follow me and try to act normal." I said and walked up the walk and in the lobby.
Luckily no one was in the lobby and we made it to the elevator. I pushed the four and waited for the doors to close. Just as they started to close, a hand slipped between them and held them open.
A second later my worst nightmare stepped into the elevator and glared first at me and then at Carrie. It's strange how someone can be barely five foot tall and still look down their nose at you.
"Mark." She growled.
"Margaret." I answered.
"A little young isn't she?" She spat.
"Margaret, besides the fact it's none of your business," I started but then I thought, what if Carrie stayed here for longer than a few days. "She is from out of town and I'm letting her stay in my spare room while she gets situated."
"Sure I believe you." She said and glared at Carrie.
I looked at Carrie and was surprised that she was looking back at Margaret. Her face calm and with a small smirk on her face. Her expression screamed disgust. I turned back to Margaret and started to say something, but was surprised to see her blush. I smiled and the door opened and Margaret rushed out and down the hall.
I smiled at Carrie, grabbed her hand and we followed the nosy bitch down the hall to my apartment.
I almost laughed as I watched Margaret struggling to unlock her door and rush in her apartment. I'd never seen her get flustered before. I opened my door and we stepped across the threshold. Carrie walked past me as I dropped my things, closed and locked the door. When I turned around, Carrie was naked and on her knees.
"This slave is ready to serve Master."
I stood there in shock. The change between the look she gave Margaret and now was shocking. I shook my head and headed for the bathroom. I needed a minute to gather my thoughts. I was now more confused than ever.
From the time I first met Carrie she was the most passive person I'd ever met. It was as if she had no spine. Never looking anyone in the eyes let alone looking confident. But just her look at Margaret shut her up and flustered her. In the 2 years I'd lived here, no one had ever done that to Margaret. She always got the last word.
Just that made me think bringing Carrie home was worth it. I chuckled at the irony of it. I was six foot two and twice my neighbor's size, but the bitch had put me in my place countless times. Here was a slave for who never stood up for herself, and she of all people, put her in her place without a word. Fuck if I thought I was confused before...
I walked out of the bathroom and stood right in front of Carrie. She was still naked on her knees and staring at the ground. I reached down and pulled her chin up to look at me.
"What the fuck was that?" I growled.
For the first time since I met her a small smile cracked her face. "No one messes with my master, Sir." She said.
I burst out laughing I couldn't help it. I laughed so hard tears ran down my cheeks. When I looked back at her the smile was gone but her look had changed. Something was different, I don't know what it was but she looked different.
"Get up and go take a bath. There's towels in the closet. Take your time and enjoy it. If you're going to stay here you need to be properly groomed." I said and pointed at the bathroom.
I couldn't believe how fast she got up and ran to the bathroom. I smiled as each moment since I met this woman was nothing like I had ever experienced. I had a feeling that my initial assessment of her a broken woman wasn't exactly true. I think at that moment I decided to see if I was right.
While she was cleaning up I decided to order some food. I called my favorite Chinese place around the corner and sat down. I couldn't help thinking about my ex-wife. We divorced just over two years ago. We had been married for over thirty years, but like a lot of couples, we forgot to pay attention to each other. We grew apart and the last few years it was more like friends without benefits. That was when I started writing erotic stories. I wanted to be to be closer to her, but she had no desire for sex. I marked it up to her Catholic conservative upbringing. Her idea of sex was missionary and lights out. The longer we went without sex, the angrier I got. I think that's why my stories tended towards non-consensual and generally abusive toward women.
Now I had a woman I could abuse but why? She had suffered enough or so I thought. After the elevator I'm thinking there's a lot more to her than what I initially assumed.
By the time Carrie walked out of the bathroom, the food had been delivered and I had put it in the oven to keep warm. I couldn't believe how long women could stay in a bathroom. But when she came out I almost gasped. She was practically glowing, her hair was flowing down and almost reaching the middle of her back, and even though she wasn't wearing any makeup, her natural beauty was showing.
Gone were the red eyes, and her posture showed how much better she felt. She stood there wrapped in a large bath towel just outside the bathroom door. She started to drop the towel, but I barked.
"Don't you dare!" I sounded crosser than I intended and the change was immediate.
She froze and a look of fear fell over her face. In an instant her entire being changed and now the slave was back. I wanted to kick myself as for a moment I caught a glimpse of the real Carrie, not the one beaten down but what she was. I knew that if she was to stay I'd need to learn how to communicate.
"It's okay you don't need to strip. In fact I like the look of you in a towel." I tried to recover and bring her back, but she was gone, and in her place was the slave from the hotel.
"Let's eat, I had Chinese delivered." I said and walked towards the kitchen. I made it about two steps before Carrie dashed in front of me. I stopped and smiled, it was going to be a long process to un-train a slave. If that is what I wanted.
Despite my good intentions, in the back of my head were thoughts of all the erotic stories I'd written. I shook my head, those stories were fantasy, not reality. I always say at the beginning of my stories that fantasy and reality should never meet. Now I needed to remember that, and not let those dark thoughts cloud my brain.
I followed Carrie into the kitchen. She was going from cabinet to cabinet gathering plates, and rushing to set the table.
"Please sit Master." She said. "This is my job, I'm to serve my Master."
I heard her speak but something about her tone told me it was the last decade speaking. But I sat down and watched as she efficiently set the table, grabbed the food out of the oven and served me. When she finished, my plate was full and she was standing off to the side. My setting was the only one on the table.
"Carrie..." I started to say, but she cut me off blushing.
"Master I'm not Carrie. My name is slave, slut, and cunt, or whatever you wish to call me. I haven't been Carrie for a long time. Please Master, let me please you."
"Well I'm not interested in a slave. If that is what you are and what you want, then I can arrange to drop you off at a shelter." I said and watched her closely.
At first I thought she might collapse to the floor. Her knees slightly buckled, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, and a tear ran down her cheek.
Finally she whispered, "Sorry Sir."
"Now grab a plate and sit down. We need to talk." I barked. I wanted to be nicer, but I needed to take control. Most of her life someone else was in control over her. I see that she at least for now, needed that control. It was going to take time to break that need.
I watched as she grabbed a plate and sat down. She waited for me to say something but I just looked at her, trying to keep my face passive and showing nothing. Slowly she reached out, grabbed a spoon and scooped some fried rice on her plate. I smiled and pointed at an egg roll. For a second I thought I saw a smile but it was so slight I couldn't be sure.
We sat in silence for a minute before I started to ask some questions. At first she barely answered but after a while, she opened up a bit. I learned her parents died in a car crash, and her grandparents had disowned her mother when she married her father. I kept asking questions, trying to learn about her life from the time she was a girl and to when she got married and moved to Chicago. I wanted her to concentrate on her life before she lost control. I wanted her to remember what her dreams were, and what it was like to be in control of her own life.
By the time we finished eating, I knew a lot more, but as soon as I got up, she was back to being a slave. Short lived that is was, I learned a lot. I walked out of the kitchen as Carrie started to clean up the dishes. A few minutes later, she walked into the living room, naked.
As much as I wanted to not be aroused, she was actually very pretty and her body was in my mind almost perfect. She wasn't short but not too tall, about 5' 6" I'd guess. She obviously wasn't young but mature in a young way. Her body fuller, more curves but still slim. Not all skin and bones, but softer, just the way I like it. I pulled a throw pillow over my lap hiding my growing erection. I knew I could just order over to suck my cock or fill her ass or pussy with just a nod. But for the first time in my life, I wanted to wait. I wanted to see if she would ask me for sex.
'God it was so easy in my stories. Just take charge and shove my cock in one or all of her holes. She was an already trained slave and all mine. But now faced with the real thing, I couldn't do it. She was a vulnerable woman who was used for so long I just, couldn't do it. I wondered if any the other authors on my favorite erotic story website would be like me or not.'
I hated my wife for doing the exact same thing, making me ask like a child or even worse beg. Again I was confused as it had been a long time since I had been laid. I groaned and spoke,
"Carrie go to my bedroom and in the dresser are my tee shirts. Go put one on."
She nodded and quickly went down the hall and to my room. When she returned I swear she was even sexier. I never believed that more is less, but in this case it was true. 'Fuck this is going to be harder than I thought.' I groaned to myself.
It was getting late and I was exhausted. I didn't get any sleep last night and today was extremely stressful. I had a spare bedroom, but it wasn't set up. I only had one bed and the couch was old and not comfortable. I stood and motioned for Carrie to follow me as I headed for my bedroom.
"Look I only have one bed and the couch is unsleepable and I need to get some sleep. Tonight you'll sleep with me. Tomorrow I'll work something out with the other room." I said and started to take off my pants and shirt. Then it hit me, I was about to sleep with a pretty young woman, who would do anything I desired and I'm going to sleep. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'
Carrie kept her head lowered but I noticed she stole a couple glances at me as I undressed. I wondered what she thought about me, but quickly dismissed the thought. I was old enough to be her father. I crawled in the bed and looked at her, she didn't move for a moment, but slowly walked to the end of the bed and lay down on the floor. I started to say something but instead, I tossed a pillow on the floor and a throw off the side chair.
I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was just after seven. I was so tired I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and slept soundly all night. I stretched, rubbed my eyes and started to get up, when I jumped. I had forgotten about Carrie and when I saw her kneeling on the floor just inside my door naked, I jumped.
"Good morning Master," She whispered.
"Good morning Car... slave." I answered. As soon as she heard my response her body straightened as she proudly displayed her naked charms. I swear she flushed and shivered, and then relaxed.
"Go get me a cup of coffee, black and hot." I demanded.
I watched as she jumped up and rushed out to the kitchen. In seconds she was back holding the cup out to me and again I could almost see a smile. I laid there my back against the headboard of my bed. Now when you get to be my age morning a hard-on is rare, but this morning I was hard as a rock. I guess that would be normal when you wake up to a pretty naked woman serving you coffee in bed. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed her glancing at my manhood.
Now I might be older, but I'm not dead and my cock all six inches and pretty thick was standing proud. I grabbed the sheet and started to cover myself when I heard her quietly speak.
"Master, may I take care of that for you? I want to serve." Her voice barely over a whisper.
I wanted to hold firm and not give in, but it had been over a year since I had any kind of sexual encounter. Since my wife and I divorced I buried myself in my work and dated rarely. And usually the dates were casual and only once was I actually was interested enough to end up in bed. I gave in and nodded, my voice suddenly disappearing.
As soon as she saw me nod, she came alive. Her face lit up and she practically jumped into bed. I watched as she looked into my eyes as she slid between my legs. Her eyes alive as she licked her lips. I thought she would simply pull my boxer briefs down my legs and without emotion suck my cock. But that didn't happen. She knelt between my legs, her hands going to my thighs. She caressed them running her fingers up and down massaging me and watching me closely. As her hands worked their way to my pulsing cock, I noticed her smile as she leaned down and kissed and licked her way up my body.
I was mesmerized as my body shivered at her touch. She wasn't just a mindless slave servicing her Master, but a vixen using her talents to give me all the pleasure she could. I was panting now as I closed my eyes loving her attention to all of me, not just sucking my cock. I felt her hand slide up and slip under my boxer briefs and come so tantalizingly close to my manhood. I could feel my body tremble as she teased me her fingers lightly brushing my now aching balls.
I wanted to rip my underwear off, grab her head and take charge, but I'd never felt anything so erotic in my life. Every other woman who had gone down on me did so reluctantly. This was a woman making love to my cock. I couldn't write it any better.
I groaned as she pulled her hands out of my boxers and grab the waistband. I raised my hips as she pulled them down my legs and off my feet. I was now naked from the waist down. I opened my eyes and watched as she slowly lowered her head, her face so tantalizingly close I could feel her warm breath on my cock, her eyes locked on mine. When she opened her mouth and licked my balls I couldn't stop moaning. She sucked one in her mouth, bathing it with her warm mouth and tongue. When she did the same to the other one my eyes closed as my cock was so hard it started to hurt.
"OH GOD SUCK IT!" I SCREAMED I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER.
Her head shot up to my shaft, pulled it to her mouth and sucked in deep inside her mouth. I felt her warm mouth slide down my cock until I felt the entrance to her throat. I concentrated on trying to hold on as she backed up and did it again. I'd love to say I held out and brag that I lasted, but that didn't happen.
It was only a minute or so before I exploded, shooting my seed into her welcoming mouth. My entire body shook and I felt as if I had run a mile, my body tingled as the orgasm consumed me. To say it was a fantasy come true would be an understatement.
I have no idea how long I lay there letting the waves of pleasure wash over me but I didn't care. When I finally opened my eyes, Carrie was still between my legs nuzzling my cock with her face. I smiled down at her, her eyes still locked on mine, her expression was filled with pride.
"Well done slave," I whispered as my voice was still recovering.
"Thank you Master." She said still nuzzling my cock like a kitten with catnip.
I lay on the bed my body relaxed and just enjoying the best morning of my life, when she got up and dashed out of the room. At first I started to call out to her, but decided to just wait. I heard her working in the kitchen and about fifteen minutes later, she walked in with a tray and breakfast. It wasn't fancy, my pantry was pretty bare, but an egg sandwich and OJ never tasted better.
'Maybe having a slave isn't so bad after all I thought.'
I ate my breakfast and wanted to stay in bed, but I needed to use the bathroom. I went in, took care of some "important" business, and when I returned, the tray was gone and Carrie was once again kneeling beside my bed.
I wanted to feel bad for giving in and using her, but how could I? I sat down on the bed in front of her and held out my hands. She looked at me confused for a moment before she reached out and took them in her hands. I pulled her up until she was on her knees directly in front of me. We were almost eye to eye. Her confused expression caused me to chuckle.
"Look, I think we need to establish some rules. I know you want a Master, and I'm not sure I can meet your needs. This morning was good, great in fact, but for this to work, I need something more than a mindless slave, and you need me to take the control you desire or crave. I'm not sure which. So today while I figure out how to make this work, you will clean this apartment from top to bottom. I have some errands to run and when I get back I will give you my rules. Agreed?" I said.
I watched as her face lit up and she nodded quickly. "Oh yes Master, I mean Sir. I will obey." She gushed and jumped up rushing out of the room. A few minutes later
I heard her washing the dishes. I sat there for a minute thinking. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' I muttered to no one. I finally got motivated, dressed and left.