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Chapter One
Carefully, Bridget arranged the implements on the floor: the flogger, the cat o' nine, the cane, the leather belt, the large paddle - they joined the others in a neat, straight line across the floor. Everything had to be perfect when Adam, her Master, came home.
Bridget worked quickly and smoothly, almost humming as she readied herself and the room. Her Master, the love of her life, traveled often; however, he had made a phone call to Bridget several hours earlier, letting her know he would return this very evening, and he wanted to enjoy her immediately.
Bridget glanced at the clock, made one more visual inspection, and then positioned herself for Adam's arrival: kneeling naked, her forehead against the floor, her ass raised high. Her large breasts hung below her, dragging the carpeted floor. She shivered as she spread her knees and folded her hands over the back of her head. She smiled as she thought of the sight she would present to Adam when he walked through the door. Her ass would be the first image he would see then, all the implements lying there for him to use to inflict his special torment on her.
As she waited, her mind drifted over the course of her life. It seemed like forever, and yet it was such a short while ago, that Bridget had been removed from the familiar family life with her parents, to sexual slavery of strangers. She drifted back mentally to when her first Master injected a painful substance into her - at that time - non-existent breasts.
Bridget wiggled slightly, grinding her tits and nipples into the carpet, and sighed. She recalled how much it hurt when the long needle had entered into her nipples each day, and how, in his own method of comfort, the Old Master had then gently caressed them, and using first his fingers, and then his penis, encouraged her to cum while the pain filled her tits. She felt her cunt become wet as she thought of those first experience of pleasurable pain, and she wiggled a bit more.
Life with the older couple had become routine. Bridget had come to expect the whippings, the bindings, the tortures that made her cum. She puzzled as she recalled how ignorant she had been - unlearned, and uneducated. She knew she was different than others. She knew that her Master read large books, and wrote things down. She knew her Mistress could put numbers together. She could sometimes see other children from the windows, and knew that they were doing things she had never done; but, truly, she did not realize the extent of what they knew, or what she was missing.
When Bridget asked her Old Master, in a rare moment of childish curiosity, he had explained to her that she didn't know what everyone else knew, because her tits were so large. She accepted that answer, because her tits were so very large by this time - larger than she even realized. She knew they were larger than her Mistress' tits, and she knew that is why her Mistress whipped them so often and so hard; but Bridget didn't have the worldly experience to realize that most women did not have tits the size hers were. Her Mistress would have compared them to soccer balls, but Bridget didn't have that point of reference. She only knew that they were larger than her Mistress', and that they were the reason she didn't know things other people did.
Bridget moved again, slightly, as she waited for Adam, in one of his favorite positions. What a short time ago all that was, and now, here she was with Adam. She felt a warm sensation flow through her body and, her cunt juices ran, as she thought of him. It was like the world suddenly became a better place when she thought of him. How her life had changed when he had purchased her from her former Master and Mistress. She realized what a fortunate thing it had been for him to happen through their part of Germany when the older couple was looking for another place for Bridget. And while it was difficult for her to leave her Old Master and Mistress at first, she was now so glad it happened.
Bridget shivered again as she recalled her first months with Adam. He had always treated her well, even as a slave. He had brought her to his home, and allowed her to have a large, well appointed room. She had all of the best cosmetics and skin care products. She had perfumes and lotions, and a large bathtub in the bathroom off her bedroom. Adam also took care of her sexual needs, allowing her to cum while he bound, whipped, clamped and in other ways tortured her large tits. Bridget smiled at the pleasant memories.
Adam had seen some potential in Bridget, who came to him as a stupid cow. He thought he detected an intelligence in her often-blank eyes. Bridget shuddered in near-horror as she remembered how Adam had contracted with Sister Sadie to teach her basic reading, writing and arithmetic. Sister Sadie had some less than pleasant ways of insuring that her pupil would learn what she had promised to teach her. While Adam almost always allowed Bridget to cum after he hurt her, Sadie had not been that kind. Bridget shuddered again as she recalled those long ago and pain-filled school days.
Bridget's dread at the memory of those school days quickly changed to an almost evil excitement as she considered all the changes she had experienced since that time.
Now, Bridget was not only well educated, she was worldly wise, and sophisticated. When she was finally given the chance to learn, she had embraced it. After she learned to read basic words, she had taken every opportunity to learn more. She read almost everything she could get her hands on. As Adam had a large library, she found herself looking at all sorts of dictionaries, encyclopedias, thesauruses and news journals. She sometimes glanced at the large books with pictures, but what she really wanted was to learn new things.
It wasn't long before Bridget had a working knowledge of business and finance, as well. She smiled as she remembered her fantasies of having a business, of having people work for her, and collecting the profit from her venture. She spent more time reading financial journals and puzzling over larger and larger math problems. Sister Sadie was helpful in teaching her the basics of money - the amount of each coin and bill, the rates of exchange, how interest worked. Bridget absorbed all of this information like a sponge, ever wanting to learn more.
Bridget tried to look at the clock, but found it out of her view. She was so excited for Adam to arrive!
It didn't take long for Bridget to return to her recollections. Adam had been so proud of her when he saw the lengths to which she was going to learn, both from Sadie, and on her own. He told her she was allowed to love him, and found himself loving her more and more, too.
Back in the days, when Adam traveled on his business trips, he would leave Bridget in the care of Sister Sadie and her partner, the now defrocked, former Priest. Bridget hated for Adam to be gone.. She missed him terribly, but she did not care for Sadie and the Father, as they had a tendency to be cruel for their own pleasure. She had learned with Adam and her former Master that pain can bring pleasure. She was reminded with Sadie and the Father that it didn't always happen like that.
Bridget checked her position as she heard the door handle move. She was so excited! It was all she could do not to jump up and run to Adam when he opened the door. With all of her strength, she remained in position as he walked nearer.
Bridget heard Adam bend over to pick up one of the instruments from the floor, and willed herself not to shiver as she felt the tip of his fingers flow over her back and then to her ass. She knew he would see she was wet for him already, and she knew he would be pleased. Adam's fingers were replaced with the flat of a crop, running it all over her smooth back and ass, down her legs and to the soles of her feet. Bridget's heart pounded in anticipation. Still, she had not heard a word from Adam, but she knew it was him by his cologne and the way he walked.
Without warning, Adam brought the crop down sharply across Bridget's thigh. She felt the burn all the way through her leg, and it radiated out meeting the next stroke with the crop, a bit higher, almost to her ass. With each crack of leather on flesh, she felt herself become wetter, and after about 20 strokes, Adam pushed himself deeply into her cunt, filling her roughly and tenderly in one movement. It didn't take long for Adam to cum, but Bridget did not speak. He had not breathed even a word, and she held her tongue as well, not begging to cum, and not cumming without his permission.
When Adam finished, he stood up, and a few moments later, he called to Bridget softly, inviting her to his feet. She crawled in feline fashion, long, smooth strides, back arched, shoulders back, and knelt at his feet. Adam reached down and ran his fingers through her lush, long hair. He looked deeply into her eyes. She wanted to purr, to grab his hand and kiss his fingers. She waited. Adam dropped his hand and felt for her tits. She pushed them toward him. She knew the pleasure he took from them.
Adam helped Bridget to her feet, and pulled her to him. She was so excited she could hardly stand still. Adam did not display his affection in this manner often. She sighed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her delicate fingertips through his hair and down his neck. He breathed hard, and then sat down, pulling her to his lap.
"Bridget, My slave. I have missed you. Whipping another slave girl is not the same as whipping you. I find I don't receive the same pleasure with them as I receive from you. I think you may be ruining me!" Adam laughed.
Bridget, feeling the moment relax, laughed too. "Oh, Master! You know nothing brings me pleasure like being tied up and tortured by you!"
The two laughed and chatted for a few moments, and then Adam said, "Bridget, it has been a long journey. I wanted to see you yet tonight, so I canceled my final meeting, and came home. I wish I had the energy to tie you up and whip you tonight, to leave my marks all over you, but I am exhausted. I know you didn't cum when I did. I know you want to cum, but you will have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want you to cum without my assistance, and I want to truly enjoy the moment."
Bridget felt a nudge of disappointment, but it was almost immediately replaced with pride. "Master Adam, I do not want to cum without you. Thank you for letting me show my love for you by waiting!"
Adam was so taken with this beautiful woman. She had changed so much. She was now truly the slave he had always dreamed of. She was intelligent and witty. She had style and grace. She was submissive without reserve. She could meet his every need, and he was finding more and more that he desired no other. He concluded that while Bridget was his slave, she was every bit his intellectual equal. How could he want anything more?
While Adam had been away from the estate, Bridget had enrolled in an accelerated class to learn massage therapy techniques. As Adam removed his clothes and stretched out on the bed, Bridget moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders. Adam couldn't believe how much more effective this massage was than the last ones she gave him. Before he could even think about taking a shower, he was relaxed almost to the point of sleep. Bridget kissed his back and shoulders, thinking he was out, and moved to the floor to sleep next to the bed. Adam woke up enough to invite her back to his side, pulled her close, and dozed off.
When Bridget awoke next to Adam, she felt a thrill of excitement wash over her. She watched him breath for a few moments before he stirred, and then she moved down to take his engorged cock into her mouth. Adam groaned and pushed himself deeper into her throat, slowly fucking her mouth. She groaned as she swallowed to accommodate his width. With a hand on the back of her head, Adam filled her mouth and belly with his cum, and then pushed her away gently.
Bridget was so disappointed, he could see it on her face. She wanted desperately to cum with Master Adam! He had been gone for what seemed like forever, and she always felt her cum was better with him. Adam saw the look on Bridget's face, but didn't acknowledge it. He sent Bridget to prepare his shower, and then sent her to take one herself.
It was all Bridget could do not to rub her clit while she showered. But, she did so want to cum with Adam, and she knew he would not only be disappointed if she came without him, he would punish her. So, she restrained her natural impulse. She quickly prepared herself for the day, putting on her lotions and perfumes, doing her make-up in an expert manner, her long hair just the way Adam liked it. Then she pulled out her tight, black leather pants. She matched them with a leather bustier with hot-pink accents. Black leather boots completed the outfit, though she grabbed a hot-pink leather jacket to put on over the outfit, should it be necessary for her to be a little more presentable for public consumption. She giggled softly as she thought about that. Not so long ago, she didn't even own clothes, and now she was worried about being seen in public indecently. Things sure had changed!
When Bridget returned to Adam, he let out a low whistle and motioned for her to turn around and model the outfit. He couldn't believe how perfect this woman was, and he felt himself become hard as he watched her. He ignored his cock, wanting to make Bridget wait a bit longer, and taking her hand, led her down the stairs.
Adam and Bridget didn't really stop for breakfast, but grabbed a piece of fruit as they headed across the property. Adam commented on how well the grounds looked, and how clean everything was. Bridget smiled and told him there was more to come.
Adam looked at Bridget with pride. She was so perfect! He could hardly believe his good fortune! They stopped in front of a large white building, and though it was very clean and well maintained, it looked very much like a fortress. Bridget entered a numeric code into the key pad. "I had this installed for ease of entry - and to make it more difficult to escape!" she smiled. "You will need to set your access code, too, Sir."
The heavy door swung open and a large man inside turned to them. Adam was a little surprised to see his old friend, Alex, standing there. Alex had been an impressive athlete when he was in school, but an accident had left him with a permanent injury to his left leg, and his penis had been damaged so badly, it had to be removed. Unfortunately, Alex still had sexual urges, with less than satisfying ways left for him to manage them. He had contacted Bridget looking for Adam, and she had offered him the position of guard and caretaker of the operations on their estate. Alex did not know Adam would be arriving that day, so he was as surprised as Adam.
Bridget stepped back as the two men exchanged handshakes and then chest thumping hugs, and smiled to herself as she watched them both talking at once to catch up with each other. Finally, they realized they had plenty of time to do all the talking they wished to do later, but, Alex took another moment to explain to Adam that he was very impressed with Bridget and what she was accomplishing at the estate. He said it was very exciting for him to be involved with a venture such as the one Bridget had explained to him. He asked if they would mind if he walked with them through the facility.
Alex pushed a button, and another large door opened. Adam and Bridget entered and saw there was a row of security monitors, each trained on a single room. Each room was neatly furnished. While there were no luxuries in the room, they were comfortable, and each had a sink, toilet and shower. Adam could see that there was a person in four of the rooms, but he couldn't see details of what they looked like.
Alex stepped back as Adam looked into the monitors, and Bridget began explaining, "When you came back from your last trip, with the 'souvenir,' I wasn't sure what to think; but because of your generosity, I have turned that into a business. We had spoken along these lines several months ago, so I knew you would be pleased. I hope that all I have done to make it happen is acceptable to you, Master Adam."
Adam had known that Bridget had plans to become a 'business woman', but he had not realized how well thought out her plan had been.
"You see, we had this building just sitting here on the property, and it wasn't being used for anything. So, with my allowance, I decided to make it work for us. I should thank you for being so generous with me, Sir." Bridget bowed and tipped her imaginary hat. "Without your kindness, this would still be my dream!" Adam looked from Bridget to the monitors. "But, I only brought you one," he exclaimed!
Bridget beamed. "I know, and I hope this will be acceptable to you, also. You knew how badly I had been treated by them, and after the last time you were gone and they damaged me so severely, you told me I could do what I wanted to get even. This is what I wanted."
Bridget pressed another button and a third door opened. They entered the hall, and she waved her hand toward two of the doors on either side. Adam looked in through the door window as the female stood. She could not see him, but he had a perfect view of Sister Sadie's face. He gasped and turned to the other window, and saw the not-so-good Father in the other room.
Adam turned to look at Bridget with questions and pride in his eyes. This is not something he would have expected, but he was secretly very pleased with her ingenuity.
The End of Chapter # 1