A New Life (Amber)
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				Title: <strong>A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 19:01:40</strong>
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				It was a decently long drive out of the sprawling city up into the hills. The location of the address was a bit of a surprise. It wasn't located among the hustle and bustle of city life. Mark's home was seemingly located among the more calm and peaceful atmosphere of the natural world. Most of the hills were owned by the richer citizens. Was Mark one of them? <br><br>As she drove up and up, the homes got progressively richer in certain spots, then in other spots the houses were older and less obviously wealthy. An old throw back to ranchers and farmers. Those days, at least for this area, were long gone. Corporations had long ago taken control of those markets. Now many people owned large swaths of land that was useless to them or in the case of the rich, because they wanted space away from others. <br><br>More and more trees began 'sprouting' up. The greenery was beautiful. Manzanita trees, most in more of a shrub form, created a nice red contrast, with their bark, to all of the green. Their dull white-green leaves added a nice creamy blend. <br><br>The road was a throw back to the days of building roads to contour the road instead of just blasting through the rock and dirt to create a straighter road. It winded left and right, up and down. It felt right, however. <br><br>After a forty minute drive, she spotted the address she had been emailed by Mark. There was a large sturdy gate, open. Mark had said it would be open just for her. As she drove in, the gate slowly closed. Apparently he didn't like unwelcome visitors. <br><br>The driveway was long and lined with well maintained land. At first the acreage was natural, trees, shrubs, untamed grass and rocks, then it became a manicured grass with blooming flower trees, with beds of colorful flowers. Obviously Mark had tastes beyond the average male. He enjoyed the intrinsic beauty in the world around him. <br><br>A small beige mansion soon appeared from behind a cosp of trees. It was a beautiful home. It was modest in contrast to many of the wealthier homes before it. Mark had money, but how much, wasn't obvious. He either moderated himself or was simply not as wealthy as the others on the hills. <br><br>As she arrived before the door, no one awaited her. She was free to climb the small stair case and make her arrival known. <br><br><div align="center">(http://news.ncdcr.gov/news/wp-content/uploads/mansion62small.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 20:10:31</strong>
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				Pic of her outfit: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.collectionfashions.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Woman-Zara-clothing-lookbook-20126.jpg)</div></div><br>Amber stood and stared at the mess of her clothing that she had pulled out of her closet or dresser, having a hard time deciding what to wear to meet with a man that might soon be her Master. In a way this felt like a job interview but in another way, it felt like a date or something. She settled on an outfit, mostly because time was ticking and she had to hurry up and get going. Grabbing a white band, she pushed it into her hair, keeping her hair out of her eyes and trailing down her back.<br><br>Driving slowly, she admired the greenery and she even stopped a few times, snapping photos of the trees that caught her interest. Some of the images were beautiful and she was happy that she kept a spare camera in her vehicle. While she drove, she kept her eyes out for any animals that looked like they might decide to run or fly in front of her, not wanting to hit any of them, which would make her late or cause her to have an accident. Plus, she snapped a few pictures of the different birds that she noticed along the way.<br><br>Amber slowed down even more once she reached the gate and started up the drive towards the beige mansion. Hearing the gate close behind her, she looked in the rear view mirror, seeing the heavy barricade bar visitors from entering. Or does he bar us from leaving? she wondered, still feeling a bit nervous about answering an ad on the net.<br><br>After putting her Wrangler (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/221/4/2/custom_Jeep_Rubicon_by_LPAGAN401.jpg) in park, she stepped out and admired the property and inhaled the smells of the healthy vegetation. It smelled different out here then it did in the city, more clear and more like nature was supposed to smell like. She made a note to ask what type of animals lived around here. Her dress swished against her legs as she started towards the front door after she wandered around the front yard for a bit, interested in the vegetation and the house that she might be spending a lot of time in. When no was there to greet her at the front door, she frowned and wondered if she was in the right place, but it was the address that Mark supplied her.<br><br>"Hello?" she called, pushing open the front door and stepping inside, "Anyone here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 06:29:40</strong>
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				<br>A cup of water sat idly on a small wooden inn-table. It was alone on the dark brown surface. The wood had a fine polish veneer and shined softly under the early morning sunlight. The windows of the large den were wide open to let in fresh air. The curtains had been rolled up all the way. Mark lounged on the couch, reading, to spend the time while he waited. <br><br>Today was the day of his first meeting. A girl named Amber. She had sent him a picture and some brief background information. He was excited to meet her. This wasn't his first experience in a controlling position, but this would be his first time putting some true commitment into the lifestyle. While he would never admit to the ladies, he wasn't as experienced as he would lead them to believe. <br><br>They would be clueless. He grinned at the thought. They would be fooled and the better for it. It would be he ruling their lives while living in his house. The thought gave him a fresh surge of adrenaline. Putting the book down, he stood and stretched. His feet led him out of the den and into a hall that had a door leading out into a small garden tucked against the house. <br><br>Soft fragrant smells were clear and strong. He inhaled happily and smiled. Today would be amazing. He already knew he liked the two girls beauty. They were both brunettes and both beautiful. He pictured each one bound, gagged, and naked. His penis stiffened quickly. Licking his lips he cleared his mind. There was still things he had to do. <br><br><br>An hour passed until the prescribed time came. He made his way to the front door to wait and heard a female voice, already in the house. <em>Punctual</em>, he thought. He also frowned. She hadn't even knocked. “That will be the first thing to correct,” Mark said to himself. <br><br>As he rounded a corner, he saw Amber looking nervous and unsure if she was even in the right place. He smiled warmly and approached at a calm pace. She was more beautiful in person. Even her modest clothing accentuated her natural allure. Oh how he couldn't wait to bed her. Putting that urge aside, he focused on the here and now. “Hello Amber,” he greeted politely. “Next time I'll ask you to knock first, however.” While his tone was cordial, his eyes betrayed a bit of annoyance at his home having been 'invaded', even if she had been expected. <br><br>As Amber spotted Mark, she saw before her a handsome man, older than her, but still young and in his prime. He looked barely over twenty nine. His hair was medium length, more on the short side, dark brown, and shimmering softly under the light. It was not gelled. He had hair that naturally sat the way he groomed it too. A fortunate genetic gift. He had a soft trimmed beard and goatee. His grey-blue eyes were strong and piercing. <br><br>His attire for the moment was relaxed but good enough to go out on a relaxed business meeting. Underneath the black suit was a dark red shirt. A confidence exuded from him that could not have been missed. There was no mistaking him for a man of dominance. Even in such a relaxed occasion, Amber felt his influence already slowly asserting itself. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/male-model-david-garrett-photos.jpeg)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mark's Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cf.ltkcdn.net/mens-fashion/images/slide/49223-333x500-Versace1.jpg)</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 07:01:06</strong>
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				Amber stood near the front door after she closed behind her once she stepped inside, waiting to see if anyone would answer her greeting. As she waited, she looked around, curious about what she could learn about Mark. You could always tell many things by how someone decorated their homes but it was usually the bedroom that showed what someone was interested in because that room was usually the most private room.<br><br>"Hello, Mark?" she asked, turning to look at him as he came around the corner. Her smile faded a little, hearing the annoyance in his tone and what he said. "I apologize, I didn't mean to offend or invade your home." Without being to obvious about it, Amber looked him up and down, admiring him in his black suit and how much the red shirt complimented the dark suit. She itched to run her hands through his hair, wondering if he styled it that way or if it was naturally styled like that. He looked sharp, Amber thought, dressed like that. Most usually wear a white shirt with a black suit and his red shirt brought attention to his chest and face.<br><br>She cleared her suddenly dry throat with a small cough and wet her lips, feeling his presence already starting to make itself known. Her smile returned before she added, "So, I'm not sure what the protocol is. I mean, usually when we greet someone it usually involves a handshake or a hug, if that person is known to you. No one talks about how to greet someone that is interviewing you to be their master, or how a slave or submissive is supposed to greet someone that is going to interview them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 07:28:06</strong>
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				<br>The foray into the house was sparsely decorated. No live plants sat upon tables or ornate pillars. No marble statues stood nude and brazen. Mark's house seemed much more conservative than what the movie industry liked to display wealth as. The interior walls were a moderately dark brown, already contrasting with the image the outside of the house presented. Many well crafted glass lighting fixtures rested against the walls. It wasn't a bad contrast, however. It gave a comfortable, manly, yet elegant feel. <br><br>Several doors were visible from her position. Two staircases wound up to the second floor. From behind the right one, came Mark. He walked up to her, staying far enough away to give her space. They had only just met. There would be plenty of time to be up close and personal. <br><br>He accepted her apology with a slight nod. “I am Mark, yes. You look better than your picture,” he commented. At her own statement, Mark smiled. “Ah protocol. Something I know well. Come, follow me into my living room.” If she followed, Mark led her to the left of the entrance, through double doors into a well furnished living room.<br><br>It was well lit by many windows and lighting perched on the roof, hanging gently a few feet from the tall ceiling. Three beautiful and comfortable looking couches, and six equally impressive chairs were the accomodations. It appeared as if Mark had company often or planned on hosting a large number of people at times. <br><br>He extended his hand and waited for her to seat herself at the offered chair. He watched her every movement, though realized that her loose clothing concealed much of her bodies fluid movement. He almost frowned, but controlled the reflex. Part of him wished she had worn something tighter. As much as he wished to respect each one of them as a person, he couldn't escape the fact that half of this new relationship would be about sex. <br><br>If her body didn't please him, it wouldn't be worth it. He withheld the urge to just jump to the gritty details. He had more dignity than to make himself into a slavering dog. This would not be a purely sexual master slave relationship. He wanted more. <br><br>Once she seated herself, he took a chair opposite hers, a few feet away. There would be time later (perhaps during the meeting) to see her body's fluidity. He crossed his leg and rested his eyes on her. “Thank you for coming. Do you desire anything to drink before we begin?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 07:40:04</strong>
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				"Thank you," Amber answered, smiling wider. "It's not one of my best pictures, I'll give you that, but it was one of the few I have that's digital." She sure wasn't going to tell him that some of the other digital pictures were of her without any clothing, or pics of her with only her underwear on. She would save those for when it seemed like a good time to mention them. It would be her secret, for now.<br><br>Letting him take the lead, she followed into the living room. Her interest was clear as she looked around, enjoying the light that shined in from the many windows. She was right, she thought he had some wealth because most people didn't have three couches and six chairs in one room, or at least they didn't from where she came from. Her parents weren't poor but they weren't wealthy either, they made enough to be happy. The lights hanging from the ceiling caught her interest and she looked up at them for a few moments.<br><br>Amber crossed her legs at her ankles, resting back in the wooden chair and folded her hands on her lap, looking back at Mark with a expression of curiosity. He was being such a gentlemen, asking her if she wanted something to drink. "Green tea would be fantastic if you have any. If not then water is fine." She badly wanted a glass of red wine but that didn't seem appropriate, she had just met this man and she didn't want him to think she was a lush.<br><br>Even though the hem of her skirt mostly covered her feet, he could see that she was wearing open-toed sandals and her toe nails were polished with what looked like a fresh coat of dark red polish. Her finger nails, on the other hand, were unadorned and cut short because she used her hands a lot and it wasn't worth touching up the polish every day or it wasn't worth the hassle of having long nails that scratched her patients.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:37:28</strong>
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				<br>“Ah, I don't have green tea. Water, I do,” he smiled lightly. He stood easily, and walked over to a cherry wood cabinet, which stood at waist height. It had many drawers. On top of it was a crystal pitcher which held within it crystal clear water. Mark reached into one of the drawers and withdrew two glasses. He poured them both some water. <br><br>He returned, his gate smooth and strong, handing her her glass. He took his seat, rested his elbow on the chair's arm and stared at her. His eyes sought within her own something – something she couldn't know. Was he someone who believed in the ability to see into anothers soul? Could he find out subtle things about her personality by how she looked at him? Was he trying to make her nervous? Maybe he was merely admiring her beautiful eyes. <br><br>Mark spoke a few moments later, not wishing to leave a silence hanging for too long. “Now then, let us begin. What kind of profession do you maintain? It will help me decide many things. Scheduling among the biggest. If you decide you wish to submit to me, then we have to work around your pre-existing life.” His tone was casual and endearing. Nothing about him was off-putting. Amber could feel safe with him. <br><br>Even though she barely knew him, no warning bells were ringing. Under the circumstances, that was a good thing considering that she had come here under the sparse umbrella of little information. Things were feeling alright at the moment. Mark was a gentlemen, straight forward, and was not maintaining any pretense. He was not ashamed to present what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:55:58</strong>
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				Amber watched him stand, cross the room, fill the glasses that he removed from a drawer, and return. "Thank you, Sir," she replied, her hand wrapping around the clear glass. "As I said, I'm a bit out of my depth here but your magnetism has me wanting to call you Sir. Is that alright?" Now he was staring at her. Why? Did I do something wrong besides barge into his house? What a stupid thing to do, seriously! Maybe he hated her? Or maybe he just wanted to stare at her to make her uneasy? Gods Amber, stop thinking so hard and just let him freaking stare at you, he's going to be your Sir after all!<br><br>Trying to hide her thoughts, she drank some of the water and clasped the glass as something to use as a life line. <br><br>"That's why I replied to your ad, or at least it was one of the reasons why. I'm self-employed as a massage therapist. I rent the room from a chiropractor and another massage therapist. My clients are my own and my other two "coworkers" have their own clients. So, I only have to go to work when someone is scheduled, give them their hour massage, or how long they have an appointment for, and then leave if that is the only one scheduled for the day. On busy days, usually towards the end of the week, I can have up to four clients. I never work past four PM and I usually don't go in until 11 or noon. If we need to change that, Sir, it should be easy enough to do."<br><br>Even though he was staring at her, Amber didn't think he was a murderer or anything like that. Sure, he had a presence that was making her want to do what he said but so far, he was being polite and a gentlemen. That's why she started to think of him as Sir or Sir Mark. Master just didn't seem right, at least not to her, or at least not yet. Maybe she had finally found her knight, it would be a surprise if that's true but also a wonder. Sure, her knight had some kinky tastes but would that really be so bad? He sure looked the part, suited up in his armor (his black suit), ready to go to war.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 04:27:09</strong>
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				<br>Mark instantly took note of how she had already begun calling him Sir. His first inclination was to raise his brow, but he kept that tightly under control. It was a little surprising how quickly she was becoming comfortable with him. It pleased him that he was so calming and assertive without overly being so. This bode well for the future.<br><br>“You may, for now. Later, that will change.” He hinted at what would come, but left it at that. Taking a sip of his own water, he listened to her explain her profession. <em>A massage therapist? Excellent. I do love massages. A slave who can work on my tight muscles would be most welcome.</em> Mark was very happy. <br><br>“Your schedule is very loose. I like that.” Mark let his eyes wander over her body a moment, studying the folds of her white shirt and brown skirt. “Massage therapy will fit in quite nicely. As for how often I will require you stay with me, I desire two to three days. No less. Certain occurrences, such as a business trip, may see me calling you off. We each have our own things to attend too. Should I come to truly enjoy you, I may ask more time of you. That, for now, is in the future and should not affect the here and now.”<br><br>He took another drink of water and placed his cup on a small table next to the chair. Amber's chair had one placed next to it as well. “Do you object at this point? I still have more to say before we finalize our relationship.” His lips pursed ever so slightly at the thought of being able to claim her as his. Even outside of the sexual realm, he felt he would enjoy getting to know her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 04:58:46</strong>
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				"Sir it is, at least for now." Amber took another drink of water from the glass, still using as a focus and a life line. "Two to three days should not be a problem at all. Nor should be special event, it would be easy to reschedule any clients. If you want more of me in the future, we'll work it out." Amber's blue eyes watched Mark as she talked. "Really, my work schedule is pretty flexible and if there comes a time when you're my only client, well, that will be something to work out in the future."<br><br>She looked over, glancing at the cup and then back at Mark. "I have no objections at all, no. Please, Sir, I'd like to know what else you have to say. Your advertisement really interested me and I'd like to stay if you'll have me."<br><br>Amber thought about how she might have ruined this meeting by stepping into his home without knocking. She smiled, taking another small drink from her water and waited to see what he had to say next. She had a few questions but she was holding them until he finished his "interview" of her. As she answered him, she kept watching him since he was close to her, making her aware of his influence and magnetism. She wasn't sure if she was making a good impression and it worried her so much.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 05:36:33</strong>
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				<br>Pleased, Mark began quickly recalling some of the things he wanted her to know up front. He didn't want her to agree only to run off because of some misunderstanding. There was, however, some things he would keep to himself until he felt she was ready to be introduced to them. By that point, he wagered she would be too entrenched and subservient to withdraw herself from him. <br><br>“As mentioned in my ad, when you are with me, I will care for your needs. When with me, you will not be allowed to leave the premises unless I allow it. You must abide by my rules, sex or no sex. To restate myself for your sake and to make myself perfectly clear – this relationship will consist of sex and a lot of it. You will exist, in large part, to sate my desires. In turn, I will also show you a level of pleasure you have never experienced.” Mark spoke with conviction and authority. He alluded to greater things and laid bare the foundation of their relationship. She was getting her first taste of what her new master would be like. <br><br>“The relationship will also consist of time away from the thrall of sex and its enticements. As you might hold the impression that only the 'bedroom' will see me being dominant, then let me disolve that illusion. As long as you are with me, I will control you. However, in the act of sex, it will be the strongest. As I noted in the ad, I seek companionship away from sexual endeavors as well.” <br><br>His voice flowed into silence for many moments as he let Amber soak in his words. It had to be affirmed that sex would play a pivotal role in this relationship. Bdsm, as much as anyone might try and deny, was based around sexual control. If someone wanted a relationship, they didn't need to be a Master or a slave to experience it. They could go to a bar, an online dating service, or a college and hook up as easy as that. To be in a bdsm relationship, however, took a whole different mindset and level of trust. <br><br>“Lastly, for now, you will be required to interact with another woman. You will pleasure her or be pleasured by her. I will or will not participate. If you cannot abide by this, then we shall part ways.” His eyes rested on her. They held, was it a challenge? Had he laid out a test? Her first test? Was he simply reminding her in case she had forgotten that part? This was indeed not a monogamous relationship. Mark would be splitting his attention among two women and she too among him and the other woman he spoke of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 06:06:56</strong>
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				Now that the glass was half empty, Amber started to swirl the water around inside of it by lightly swirling the part that she held in her hand. The action of swirling the clear water gave her something to do instead of just holding onto the glass. Plus, the action allowing her to listen with deeper interest and focus and it wasn't like she wasn't already rapt as he spoke but now she was even more rapt even though she was playing with the glass. The need to swirl the liquid around in the glass helped her shut off her thoughts and distract her OCD.<br><br>"Yes, Sir. I'm looking forward to having my needs cared for and I understand that I'm not allowed to leave your estate unless you give permission. What's the saying that most of us have heard from our parents? I remember, "You're living under my roof and you abide by my rules."" Her lips twitched again, smiling at that thought and how many have probably heard that from their parents. "I understand that sex will be part of the agreement to abide by your rules and that I'm here to satisfy your desires and interests. I have no qualms about any of that. No, Sir."<br><br>"I didn't think that it would only be BDSM in the bedroom. I'd try to be a good companion and try to keep you happy."<br><br>Amber nodded, still swirling the water around in her glass but keeping her blue eyes locked on Mark, giving him her attention. "To be honest, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't interested and I have no interest in having a normal relationship." He didn't ask about her past relationships, which there wasn't many past relationships but right now she wasn't going to talk about those two relationships. She knew that she was healthy though and Mark didn't have to worry about catching anything from her.<br><br>She smiled, a little amused at hearing him talk about another women. Amber couldn't wait to meet her, it would be interesting because so far she was pretty sure that Mark was very selective about who he allowed into this agreement. From the little that Amber has seen so far, Mark would choose someone that he found interesting. Plus, Amber was amused because her past two relationships were women even though she was attracted to men just as much as women. Now that she met Mark, she was one-hundred percent sure that she wanted him.<br><br>"Yes, Sir. I have no qualms about being with another woman and there's no reason why I can't abide by that rule." Amber swallowed, splashing a little of the water on her hand as her trick with the glass became unbalanced for a moment until she fixed the spin by making it a little faster for only a few seconds. "As you said, I'm to abide by your rules."<br><br>"So far nothing you have said would put me off, Sir. I should tell you though that I'm a virgin, at least with men. Only because my past two relationships were with woman. Don't get me wrong, I'm attracted to both men and woman but at the time I was with each of them, we fulfilled each other." Amber tried to break the eye contact but his gaze held her in place like a frightened rabbit. "Now, I'm here to fulfill your desires." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 06:56:16</strong>
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				<br>The first was done. Mark felt greatly pleased with how the meeting had gone. She understood and accepted his demands without exception. It was good that she so willingly bowed to him. This would make her transition easier. <br><br>Taking one long swig, Mark finished off his water and placed his glass down on the table. He stood and extended his hand, “Allow me,” he waited for her hand so he could pull her up. “I will give you a tour of your new home.” Taking her out of the living room he headed to the nearest flight of stairs.<br><br>“The first level, for the most part, is my abode. You and your companion will be upstairs, second and third floors, for the most part. You are allowed downstairs, but often I will keep you confined upstairs.” He held her hand gently in his as he ascended the stairs with her at his side. The stairs were made of wood and kept polished. The banister was wooden and equally as polished. <br><br>At the top, the floor was carpeted, a dark red color, which complimented the wooden walls. The stairs led to a wide open half-circular area. It had a single door in the exact center and two halls, one leading away from each set of stairs, directly from the edge of the staircases. “This room, here,” Mark motioned at the center, “is a small movie room. Nothing like a real holo-theater. Its still bigger than what most people have. It can also double as a training room should I want it too.”<br><br>Inside of the room were a few comfortable small chairs and a large projector mounted to the ceiling. The center, lined in a circular pattern by the chairs, was where the hologram was displayed. <br><br>Leaving the theater room behind, Mark led Amber down the left hall, the one adjacent the staircase they came up. The first door opened up into a large study like room. It had two soft looking chairs and a love seat. “This will be for you and my other pet. When not engaged with me, you both may come in here and read or what not.” The room had a soft lighting for easy reading, keeping the white of pages or bright holo-readers, from making the eyes sore. <br><br>As they continued down the hall, Amber could easily see Mark's eyes examining her off and on. He didn't bother hiding it – the deal had been made and now his honor allowed him to more openly eye her. She had basically signed herself over to be his sex toy. What toy wasn't constantly admired? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 07:21:21</strong>
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				Amber swiftly set down her own glass and took his hand, feeling a tremor of interest and desire spread through her. "I'd be honored with a tour, Sir."<br><br>Her free hand trailed over the railing, seeing how much it gleamed and glowed from the polish and the spring sunlight. He held her other hand, claiming it since he owned her now. She tried to quell her tremors but she struggled to do so, showing her interest and how he was affecting her. She nodded, understanding that the first floor would be his private rooms and they were only allowed down there when he desired their company.<br><br>Amber was surprised at the holo-theater but delighted but the library was more of an interest to her. She took as much time as he allowed her, looking over the printed books and the digital catalog with passion and joy. She could see herself spending a lot of time in this room, when she had free time. She could see herself sprawled out naked on one of the chairs or tables, a book in her hands and her reading glasses perched on her nose.<br><br>The swishing of her dress was pretty much her own sound but she could feel Mark's eyes on her, causing her tremors to grew into light shivers. She looked over her shoulder, peering back at Mark and wondering what he was thinking. Plus, she loved how much his suit made him seem even more powerful. Now, she had to become used to not asking unless he gave her permission to do so. She wondered what the rooms looked like where she was going to sleep, or what the chamber looked like where she was to bathe or get herself ready for Sir Mark.<br><br>"I like the library the best so far," Amber said, breaking the silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 08:59:27</strong>
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				“I'm glad. Reading is a passion too few share.” Mark enjoyed reading, though he didn't do it as often as he should have. He hadn't been sure if any of his pets would be readers, so he was happy at least Amber enjoyed it. They already shared something in common. This was good tidings.<br><br>The next room he showed was a large exercise room. It only contained a few machines, as even his wealth could not support the expense to fully stock his and the women's room with high-tech manchinery. “Most of the exercise I will require both of you to do, will be manual. As you can see, the machines are limited.” Mark looked at Amber. “Yes, I will have each of you on an exercise regimen. I want your figures maintained. The regimen will only be a maintaince one. It will not be heavy and exhaustive.”<br><br>Women who maintained themselves were very attractive in more than the obvious way. It showed Mark that they cared about their own well being. Mark respected this. He knew he was essentially forcing it on Amber and the second girl, he had yet to choose, but he doubted they would begrudge him of it. It wasn't like he was demanding a full out routine. Anyone could hold a basic maintaince routine with enough motivation. <br><br>Leaving that room behind, Mark showed her several other rooms of different types. One was empty, Mark citing it as a room for the girls to design for themselves, should they choose. One was a large bathroom, and another was a room with a gacusy large enough for three people. <br><br>Heading down the next hall, Mark showed Amber into her room. The second hall had only the two bedrooms, wrapped around the corner, for more privacy and quiet; also to hide them from prying eyes. Mark informed Amber that he occasionally had guests.<br><br>“Your room,” he said as he opened the door. The first and most notable thing was the bed. It was large, bigger than any commercial bed. It had likely been custom made. It had dark red covers, with white sheets peaking out from underneath. Three pillows lined the top edge, fluffy and comfy looking. Four poles lined the bed at each corner. It became quickly obvious what each pole's purpose really was for – one loop-hole had been placed into each pole. It was for holding her bound in the spread eagle position.&nbsp; Each loop-hole was low on the pole, nearly flush with the mattress; this kept them from being obtrusive and ugly. They almost blended it. <br><br>At the head of the bed were two more loop-holes. Mark had designed the bed for sex as well as pure comfort. The rest of the room was just as beautiful and comfortable as the bed and designed equally for sex. <br><br>“You have your own private bathroom with shower that doubles as a bath should you wish to lounge in it. When you are ready to move some of your belongings here, or need some, just ask. I will arrange for it.” He was silent for awhile, to let her reply, but his mind had shifted and his eyes reflected this shift.<br><br>After she had a chance to say her peace, Mark then spoke his mind. “Take off your clothing. I wish to see you naked now. Do it slowly.” His eyes held a hungry gaze. He stood comfortably and watched. This was one of the moments he had awaited awhile for. Now it would come and he would enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 10:02:40</strong>
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				"It's one of my passions but mysteries are my favorite. They make me think and try to figure out who is the killer, or usually that's how most mysteries are." She smiled, glad that he had a library and a way to keep her mind occupied. Yes, that room would be one she would use a lot.<br><br>The next room made her happy, knowing that she could continue to stay in shape. An out of shape massage therapist didn't inspire confidence in people and it made them wonder why they went to her if she didn't take care of her own body. Maybe she could offer some suggestions about some of the exercises she enjoys that helps keep her in shape. But for now, she let him lead the tour. Although she smiled, seeing the punching hanging a little away from the rest of the machines. She could use that to continue her kick boxing regime.<br><br>"I don't mind having to exercise. It didn't dawn on me to ask about how we were supposed to keep fit but you answered that."<br><br>The bathroom surprised her, seeing how large it was and then the jacuzzi. Oh, the jacuzzi, that looked like fun and she could relax in there after working out, letting it loosen her muscles.<br><br>She wondered about about the guests that he mentioned, curious about why he hosted them and for what purpose. She followed, noticing the two doors in this hallway and she stopped when he did at the closed doorway on the left. Once he opened the door and they stepped inside, her eyes were drawn to the bed. The covering was so... so... red! Amber spotted the restraints and her eyes trailed over the four on the posts, bringing a deeper shiver to her instead of the tremors she has been experiencing. She tore her eyes away from the bed, looking at the other wooden furniture and the closet that could hold most of her clothing with room to spare. <br><br>She smiled again, looking out the windows and out the glass door that led to a balcony that was connected to the room, looking out over part of his estate that was hidden from the front entrance, keeping it secret from everyone. She could use that balcony, it would be a perfect place to stand and snap photos. Plus, she could sun bath out here to soak up some sun while feeling secure because of how private it was. Oh yes, this would be perfect.<br><br>"My own private bath and shower? That's wonderful! I cleared my schedule for the day, so there's nothing stopping me from moving in today."<br><br>It was a good thing she brought a spare key to her apartment and now she handed it to Sir Mark. Once that was taken care of, Amber poked the button through the hole in the waist of her skirt, pushing the tan skirt down her legs with slow movements, slowly bending over as the skirt got lower and lower. Once it the material formed a circle around her feet, she stepped forward, leaving it behind. He could see that her legs were toned and in shape because as she thought, it didn't look right for someone that gave massages to not be in shape.<br><br>Next to be removed was her blue silk panties, baring her trimmed sex and he saw that she was a natural brunette because of the brown hair on her sex but she kept herself trimmed and partly shaved. He could also see that her sex was damp, he presence alone had made her aroused and now she couldn't hide her reaction.<br><br>Still keeping her movements slow, Amber worked the white shirt over her head and dropped it behind her, revealing her blue bra. She unclasped it from the front, revealing her C cups.<br><br>All that she was left wearing was her sandals and the white band that held her hair back from her face.<br><br>Amber stood there, feeling self-conscious now that she wasn't armored in her own clothing. Did he like her? Did he hate her? Did he find her unappealing? What was he thinking? I just stripped for someone that I've only known for about a hour or two!<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 05:28:45</strong>
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				<br>Amber did as asked without question. Mark nodded mentally at her quick obedience. She would do well. Perhaps she would require little obedience training. That, however, had yet to be fully realized. Mark could think of several things which would probably cause her hesitation. It was only natural, but nature had no place with his whims and desires. <br><br>Blue-gray eyes marveled at her tight, modestly plump ass as it jutted out for his viewing pleasure. It was rounded and perfect for hand-holds. Mark would make great use of her butt, leaving behind impression as he plowed deeply into her. <br><br>Next his eyes gazed upon her lengthy beautiful legs. They were tight and fleshy. Every inch of her lower extremities was toned and sleek. Mark disdained skinny girls. They offered nothing but bones for a hungry predator. He desired a feast. Not a meal fit for a starving begger.&nbsp; <br><br>The sweet center was revealed like a delicious chocolate unwrapped. Her lips were supple, tight, and softly glistening. He smiled wolfishly at her arousal. He felt his own arousal slowly rising. Knowing she desired him, beyond words and obedience, in a way she couldn't control – was the ultimate pleasure for him.<br><br>Last, but surely not least, she revealed to him her ample breasts. They were as supple as her nether regions and fit for feasting upon; offering up the most tender flesh. Mark enjoyed a woman through and through, but of the feminine creature (second only to a woman's majestic eyes), Mark enjoyed the breasts the most. They were simply beyond any explanation. <br><br>Slowly walking to his now naked pet, fresh and bared, Mark gently caressed the side of her cheek. Running his hand down her neck and arm, coming to hold her hand in his once more. Slowly he pulled her to her bed. It seemed he would be taking his new prize. However, he instead beckoned her to lay next to him and rest her head on his shoulder. “Relax against me.” When she did as bade, he wrapped an arm around her waist, letting his fingers gently rub her pelvis, right in the area forming a V-shape between the curve of her thigh and above her vagina. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 05:53:13</strong>
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				Amber trembled lightly, feeling Sir Mark's eyes start to inspect her. She looked up at him, feeling his gaze as he started by looking at her bottom. A quick increase of her breath showed that Amber was being turned on even more from his inspection. He moved to her legs next, and it caused her breathing to quicken a little more and she felt her trembling start to increase. She had always found her legs the best feature, or that's how she thought. <br><br>The same changes happened as she watched him inspect her sex. Should she have shaved completely? Was he happy with the trimmed strip of hair that she had? Or did he like a bush that had a lot more hair? As he turned his attention to her breasts, Amber's breathing was clear and deep and she held herself in place even though her legs felt like they were turning to jello.<br><br>Amber leaned her head into his hand after she watched him close the distance between them. Her soft cheek rested against his hand and she closed her eyes, feeling excited and content. His hand moving down her arm caused her to shiver and gasp and she snapped her eyes open, looking up at him again since he was taller then her.<br><br>"Yes, Sir," Amber whispered, her words soft and filled with desire.<br><br>She shimmed a little, trying to get comfortable and to feel more of his cloth rub against her but she smiled, she felt happy and she fit against him like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She was short enough that none of their body parts poked or pushed into each of them. However, it felt strange to lay next to him, feeling the softness of his clothing against her naked flesh as she lay next to him, tucking up close to his side and resting her head on his shoulder and trapping her long curly hair under her. Some of it spread out around her but the white band kept most of it from doing that. <br><br>Like a cat or dog that were being petted, Amber arched up a little as his hand moved down and rubbed her pelvis and the V between her thighs and vagina. She knew that she couldn't hide how his touch was making her feel. Now she wasn't just damp, she was wet. He wanted her to relax, how could she do that when he was touching her? Plus she was trying to understand what it was about Sir Mark that made her want him so much and why his touch was making her aroused, wet, and needy.<br><br>She bit her bottom lip, daring to ask something, which was, "Sir? Have I pleased you? Or are you going to kick me out?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 02:39:16</strong>
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				<br>Amber's question made Mark smile. His hand came to grip her chin, making her eyes meet his. “Silliness.” His hand slipped down to her neck, taking it and holding it firmly right where the head met the neck. His lips found her own in a short kiss. “Your mine now.” <br><br>Releasing her neck, his hand whisked down to her waist and rested on it for many moment. Mark then stood, and gently coaxed her onto her feet. “Let us walk downstairs,” was all he said. He had an idea. <br><br>As he led her through the mansion and outside, he felt very mighty (he thought in a silly way, sort of) by having a nude woman at his side, under his control, following his every command. It was a heady sensation and one Mark hid exceptionally well. It was his and his alone. Mark did not feel his women should know what he was feeling, aside from sexual gratification during the act. Maybe he would relax at a later time. <br><br>Amber was led out into the rear of the mansion and into a stunning garden. Most men couldn't appreciate the beauty of color, let alone color radiating from a plethora of flowers, glowing under the suns radiance. Mark, however, could. He had varieties of perennials, annuals, and biennials. His garden, save for winter, was never without color and a sweet aroma. <br><br>A soft wood chip path led through a maze of tall and short growing flowers and overhanging trees. Mark did not lead her soft feet over the splintery wood, instead he turned her towards a manicured lawn. At its edges grew Star Gazer lilies. They were nearing the end of their season, but still looked fresh and lively. <br><br>Gently grasping her hips, he made her lay down against the soft grass. The warm sun bathed her smooth skin, warming her, and causing a glow to radiate from her lustrous lithe form. He put himself down at her side, leaning over her chest and kissed her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 03:09:12</strong>
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				He saw relief in her blue eyes when he held her chin and turned her head to look at him. She was thrilled that he has decided that she belonged to him now. She parted her lips a little, enjoying the kiss. It was the first one that he allowed her and it would always be special because of that. She couldn't mean her head at all, he held it in place by keeping his hand where her head met her neck but she could show him how much she desired more kisses, touches, or anything really by returning his kiss with one of her own.<br><br>It took a bit for Amber to stand, she was still reeling from the kiss, his touches, his control over her, and his presence. The only sounds they made was her sandals whisking over the floor or the rugs, and the heavier tread of his shoes as he walked in front of her. Amber paused, taking in the flowers and the gardens. They were a riot of color and she itched to snap pictures of everything. The colors blended together to create some beautiful colors, and they were broken up with statues, bubbling fountains, or other decorations.<br><br>Amber smiled, lying on the grass on her back and looking up at Sir Mark. She stretched, feeling the spring sun shining on her, warming her and making her happy. Her happiness grew as he sat down next to her and leaned over her chest, giving her another kiss. Two kisses in less then a few minutes! Oh, he did want her. It felt good to know that he had decided to keep and claim her. She was glad that he didn't seem like the type that would be upset that his clothing might get a little grass stained or dirty. So many hated when their clothing had even a speck of dirt on it, making them get all uppity.<br><br>"The gardens reminded me, Sir. I was wondering what flora and fauna is around here? On my drive up here I saw some hunting birds, a doe and her fawns, and some smaller animals that skittered away from the road. I'm asking because I'm concerned about hitting any of them when I'm allowed to leave, and because they would be wonderful to photograph." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 06:13:48</strong>
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				<br>Amber's pleasure at laying upon the grass put a hidden smile on Mark's face. She was quite alluring among the dark green grass. His right hand gently stroked the skin of her stomach, tracing gentle circles. <br><br>“Red tail hawks, grey squirrels, among others. The plant life is mostly wild breeds of Sky Lupin, Buttercups, and others. Many of the wealthy land owners have flower gardens like mine. The trees are Oak and Pine, with Cedar and Birch mixed in. Several areas have Willow as well. Parts of my property have Willows. Amazing trees.” Mark enjoyed how Weeping Willows grew to the point of their leaves brushing the ground. They were one of his favorite trees. <br><br>Laying down against the grass, Mark bade Amber to cuddle up against him once again. He snaked his arm underneath her and wrapped it over her shoulder and rested the length of his arm over hers, his hand caressing the top of hers. He wanted to enjoy the moment and the sensation of her bare body pressed against him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 06:33:09</strong>
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				Like it did when she was upstairs and laying with him, her hair spread around her in a brown halo and some of it was trapped under her. Amber smiled back, seeing his smile and feeling his fingers trace over her curvy stomach. She didn't have a flat stomach like someone who worked out constantly and she still had some curves on her stomach. Sure, she did work out but she didn't work out hard enough that it gave her tight abs, just enough to give her some muscle tone under her curves.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir. It's good to know what plants and animals are around." She didn't worry to much about poisonous versions of those trees, she figured he wouldn't want them on his property or at least if they did grow on his land, they were far enough away from the garden to not become a bother.<br><br>Amber moved with him as he positioned them in the way he desired, watching and learning what she needed to know so she could please him without asking. It was going to take a bit to learn what he liked but once she knew what that was, she could make him happy by not being constantly told what he wanted. Or at least, that was what she was thinking. A slave should know their master and his wishes before he had to say anything to get them to do what he wanted.<br><br>Her free hand reached over, tracing his goatee and light beard. She hoped that he wasn't going to be angry at what she was doing but she wanted to touch his beard and goatee ever since she saw him when he walk around the corner when they first met. It was no secret that Amber wanted Sir Mark and that she was liking his body pressed against his, and his hand stroking the back of her hand, she felt her wetness between her legs and a times she could feel warmth spread through her.<br><br>"Sir? I'm glad that you are going to keep me. I was so nervous when I answered your ad and driving here for the interview. You put me at ease as soon as I saw you even though you looked so annoyed when you saw me standing inside your home." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 07:39:43</strong>
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				<br>The stroking of her goatee was welcomed and Mark gave an approving smile a moment before relaxing under her attention. He enjoyed his beard and glad she did too.<br><br>Her master chuckled softly. The intrusion had annoyed him but it had been a minor offense. A mischievous thought entered his mind. Perhaps he would punish her for that... Later, he told himself. Now was a bonding moment. <br><br>That moment lasted for quite awhile as they lay there soaking in the sun, the sounds, and the smells wafting through the fresh air. It was peaceful and mostly quiet, accented with the occasional bird chirp or song. <br><br>Finally the moment came. The reason Mark had brought Amber out here. He pulled his arm out from under her and rolled her onto her stomach, not gently, instead semi-rough. He gathered her hands and from within a pocket, withdrew a short length of cloth. He had placed it there in case he had an opportunity such as this. Binding her hands behind her back, Mark then took her neck into his hand and pulled her up, enough that her breasts barely touched the grass – arching her back. <br><br>His free hand cupped her moist vagina and holding there, cruelly teasing his new sex toy. His penis stiffened rock hard so fast he couldn't stifle a groan. Leaning in he softly, teasingly, licked the tip of her ear as a finger began to trace her slit. It expertly lined her. It knew exactly what it was doing. <br><br>Cruelly he teased her for what seemed like minutes, wanting to illicit some sexual frustration from her; giving her a taste of what it would be like. As cruel as she thought this might be, she had no clue what was in store for her. A staple of bdsm was sexual frustration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 08:21:39</strong>
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				Seeing his welcoming smile, Amber's touch wasn't as hesitant as she stroked his beard a bit longer. His chuckle left her puzzled until she thought that it might be a chuckle of him thinking about something that she might come to experience at a later time.<br><br>The feeling of the sun on her relaxed her even more, as did the softness of the grass and the smell of all the flowers blooming now that winter was over and everything was growing. The backdrop music of the animals was even more relaxing, as was the sounds of the fountains. A few times Amber drew deep breaths through her nose, taking in the scents that blew around them as Sir Mark and her lay quietly.<br><br>Amber tensed up a little, all of a sudden he rolled her onto her stomach and gathered her hands. What was he about to do? Maybe she was wrong about him? She went still, feeling his hands bind hers behind her and then pull on the binding, making her rise her chest up off the soft grass. Almost before she could get used to that position, his hand was touching her vagina and tracing her slit, letting him feel how wet she is. What she was about to say was lost as his tongue licked at the back of her ear. All of this has completely distracted her.<br><br>She was even more distracted as his fingers teased her. She tried to shift her pelvis a little but he held her in place and all she could do was feel his finger on her slit. After who knows how long, Amber couldn't stop herself and she turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the grass and moaned a needy moan. From the moment that she saw him, Mark had started to drive her insane with how much she wanted him and how much she wanted to obey him. It started with the look he gave her when he saw her inside his home, then his magnetism when they were sitting in the living room, then laying next to him when he was fully clothed and she was naked, and now how he had control over her and how the decision to bring her to orgasm or not was his, not hers.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 07:47:45</strong>
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				<br>Mark leaned his head to Amber's ear. “I did not give you leave to rest your head,” he whispered. He pulled her head back up, and continued to toy with her. While this was not the romantic first copulation she had probably been imagining, she certainly would never forget this day. It would remain burned in her mind – how her master took her and taught her. <br><br>After some many moments, his fingers finally dug in. They rubbed against the plump flesh of her swollen sex and gave her the pleasure her body had been craving. The fingers were skilled as they pressed and stroked. <br><br>Her masters lips ran over the top of her ear and nibbled on its lobe. His teeth gently tugged at her lobe, stretching it, then released. His mouth moved to the nape of her neck and softly whisped about, barely touching the tender skin. <br><br>Amber was held close as Mark's mouth and fingers lit her on fire. His free hand held her neck taunt, not allowing her back any rest. Finally, two fingers slowly penetrated her, sinking within. Two fingers remained on the outside, stroking as the two middle slowly thrust in and out. Gradually he picked up his pace, thrusting faster and faster. The friction built and Mark could feel heat being generated, building and building, adding to the heat her warm vagina was radiating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 08:10:25</strong>
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				Amber felt Sir Mark lean close to her and then whisper into her ear. When she heard what he said, she barely had a chance to say, "Sorry, Sir," before he pulled on her hair and forced her to look forward again. She wasn't going to berate herself for making another mistake but she filed away another mistake, remembering not to do that again.<br><br>She struggled with the feeling of his fingers rubbing over her engorged flesh, feeling her pleasure grow to a craving that had her moaning through her open mouth and heat riding up and down her restrained body. Amber felt Sir Mark's lips on the top of her ear and then her lobe, adding to how she was reacting to his touch and what he was doing to her. Her ears were one of her erogenous zones and the touch of his lips on that part filled Amber was heightened feelings. Although her favorite place to be stimulated was her neck, feeling what he was doing to her ears was turning her on even more then she was. <br><br>Then she felt Sir Mark move onto her neck and Amber's body wiggled against the lawn and arched into a deeper curve. Sir Mark saw her breathing become deeper and deeper as he pleasured her neck and her fingers curled into claws, pulling at bindings that held them in place.<br><br>Once he sunk two fingers into her, Amber felt the heat that had been building into her grow into a fire. Her body was being played with and she knew that she was being controlled by Sir Mark. It was freeing, letting him do what he wanted with her. Her cream covered two of his fingers and her thighs and sex as Amber was held in place and felt Mark thrust into and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building but Amber worked on keeping her self-control, not having her release until he told her that she could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 06:07:18</strong>
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				<br>Her writhing body had Mark wanting to tense, to release some pent up desire. Instead he thrust a little faster, feeling her slick walls grind against his fingers. He focused his own desire into her, using her body. There would be time for her to feel his engorged penis deep within. <br><br>He began to wiggle his fingers, adding to the sensation he was masterfully creating. He knew from experience that most women liked it; it was something different and it didn't hurt them. As long as they liked to try new things, they enjoyed it. <br><br>After a good finger thrusting, Mark suddenly withdrew his fingers. She couldn't even feel them hovering, teasing her. Mark was playing with her. He was intentionally making her desire build. She would feel abandoned. That would make the pleasure stronger. <br><br>What was only shy of a minute, seemed like much much longer. Mark ended his brief torment and plunged his fingers in once more. They worked vigorously, plowing as deep as they could. His knuckles dug into her pliant flesh, pressing, pressing, and pressing. His lips and tongue 'assaulted' her neck, leaving soft red marks from the pressure. <br><br>Her shuddering and moans told him her orgasm was imminent. Mark released her neck and whispered into her ear. “Come for me.” He had granted her permission to orgasm. To aid her, his fingers worked vigorously, forcing her to come even if she suddenly now decided to resist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 06:51:47</strong>
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				Her world narrowed down to trying to hold her orgasm and the feeling of his fingers thrusting inside of her. Sure her hands folded and unfolded into claws, her chin dug into the ground as she looked straight ahead, and her toes flexed with the same strength as her fingers but she barely noticed any of this happening. All of a sudden she felt his fingers started to wiggle inside of her, adding more to the body that now belonged to Sir Mark.<br><br>Amber cried out, feeling his fingers leave her and how barren it felt when he removed his fingers. She wanted him back inside of her and she wanted to be filled. All of a sudden her desires were granted, Sir Mark's fingers returned and now his fingers used her even faster and harder. Amber sank back into the feelings that he was making her experience, basking in how much she wanted what he was offering.<br><br>She had no interest in resisting and as soon as Amber heard his whispered words, her arching body started to shiver and those shivers became shudders as she came. When she cried out again, it was a loud continuous scream that caused some of the birds and insects to quiet their voices due to how it rattled out of Amber's throat. It was the first time that a man had touched her or brought her pleasure and there was something about Sir Mark that made her want to be vocal or show that she enjoyed how he played with her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 08:52:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Bringing his new pet to her first climax was gratifying. His fingers pressed on as she rode out her orgasm. The grip on her neck tightened to keep her from thrashing into the ground, but didn't tighten to suffocation. As her trembling lessened and her screaming subsided, Mark gently lay her down.<br><br>He removed his fingers and wiped away the cum. Pride was evident on his face. She had performed well for her first time under his control. “Good my pet,” he cooed. He let her lay, still bound, for many minutes, recovering. He kept himself seated, occasionally stroking her hair, or ass; soaking in the warm sun and the after-glow of the moment. <br><br>When her breathing had calmed, he untied her wrists and pocketed the material. “When your ready, let us return to the indoors.” He waited until she was ready then led her back to her room, where her clothing lay. <br><br>Once there, he bade her clean herself then dress. He watched the entire time, finding pleasure even in the mundane motions of cleanliness. After she was finished, he brought her some fruit to eat and a glass of water. <br><br>“You did well in your first lesson today.” Mark stroked her chin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Amber)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 09:11:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				On some level she felt the motions of Sir Mark's fingers, adding to sensations that filled her from his touch. She felt his hand tighten on her neck and in her hair, holding her in place even as her body moved under his control. Amber sighed a long sigh, resting on the grass and feeling spasms in her sex from the after effects of the orgasm.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir," Amber answered, her voice drowsy.<br><br>She lay there, enjoying feeling his hand petting her hair and the spring warmth soaking into her. She stretched once her arms were released, a content smile on her face as she stood and followed after her owner. Amber slipped into the private bathroom that was connected to her bedroom, standing inside and washing her sweat and cream while Sir Mark watched through the open doorway. Every so often, Amber paused and turned her head to look back at him. He still looked so handsome in his suit and she couldn't stop thinking about how he looked like a knight or noble.<br><br>Amber sated her hungry with the apples that brought to her, munching on them like they were the only food she has had in days, plus trying to see if he would react to the sounds she made as she teased like she was making love to the fruit. She washed down the bites with sips of the glass of water until everything was eaten or the glass was empty.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad that I pleased you and that I did well on my first lesson." 
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