CHAPTER 1
The Surprise
Master allows us to keep the jobs we had when we met him, but only working part-time.
He understands that being out in the real world interacting with real people helps to emphasize the uniqueness of our sexual servitude.
When I got home from my job that day, I walked into the living room to discover a rare, but not completely uncustomary sight.
A naked woman.
Well, not completely naked. She was wearing black stilettos.
That’s how master likes the women he fucks to dress. Black stilettos only.
So, Master brought home a little strange, I thought. It happens.
And this wasn’t his usual 20-year-old tight pussy college bitch.
From her gray hair and her aged body I could tell she had to be in her mid to late 60s.
Very unusual for Master.
She was kneeling on a chair in the corner of the room.
He was standing beside her as if he were talking to her before I came in and interrupted them.
Master was wearing the black silk robe he loves so much.
It was open in the front. His large wonderful cock was hanging down semi-erect.
From that, and the fact that I could see the base of a butt plug sticking out between the woman’s ass cheeks, I deduced that she had just recently given him a blow job.
And he had found it slightly lacking. The corner time and the butt plug were some low-level punishment he was giving her.
Master looked at me, smiled and said hello.
The woman, who understood corner time, didn’t move or speak.
Except …
She did move her head slightly — just enough that I could see her in profile.
And oh dear God!
I knew her. Knew her pretty well. Knew her both publicly and privately.
And hence begins our tale.
She was the Honorable U.S. Rep. Colette de Clerq,
A New York member of the United States Congress.
That shook me a little. But what shook me worse was …
I knew her personally.
Like her friends and family, I called her Collie.
She was Gretchen‘s mother.
Central Park with her daughter Gretchen.
CHAPTER 2
The Prey
The last time I saw Colette was when I was passing through Washington and at Gretchen‘s urging stopped by the Honorable Rep. de Clreq’s official capital office.
Colette showed me around the Capitol building and suggested I visit some of the famous sites around Washington and then later meet her for drinks at a popular lawmaker’s bar.
It was a pleasant day and evening, and I was quite impressed with the congresswoman.
It struck me as a bit amusing that my co-sex slave had a mother who is so sharp and powerful. Such a successful well-put-together woman.
She’dwa never act cravenly to a man.
I thought.
I’ve seen her on the news many times, but that was the only time I’ve ever seen her in person.
Until I saw her kneeling naked in Master’s living room with a butt plug shoved up her ass.
Like I said, she wasn’t at all Master’s type. In my mid-50s, I’m almost too old for him.
And although Colette was an attractive woman for her age and had a pleasant body for someone in her late 60s, I don’t think it was her beauty or sexual allure that attracted Master.
It was her status. It was her power.
And maybe, in a more minor way, it was the fact that she was the mother of a woman he sexually owned.
It’s like the concept of the most dangerous game. He was a powerful predator, attracted to only the most powerful and dangerous prey.
And apparently he had bagged her.
CHAPTER 3
The Worship
I rushed back to the bedroom to change.
Unless told otherwise, Gretchen and I are naked at home, wearing only black stilettos.
Except when we have guests. Then we wear black minidresses. Again, unless told otherwise.
So I put on my minidress and stilettos and hurried back to the living room.
I was so discombobulated and in such a hurry, I put on the wrong shoes and didn’t notice until much later.
Master was now seated on the center of the sofa. His robe still open, his legs parted.
Colette knelt between them. She was licking his now fully erect cock.
She flicked her tongue underneath the head of it a couple of times.
Then she said …
In a voice so groveling, I couldn’t believe it was her …
“Please, Randy. Please fuck me please fuck me. I need to be fucked. Oh please. Please fuck me.”
She took his cock in her mouth moved her down and back up a few times.
She slurped it.
Licked it.
Went down on it again.
She couldn’t take it all, of course. I’ve never seen a woman who could swallow that monster.
She stopped sucking. Said …
“Dear God. I need to be fucked. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fucking. Please fuck me. Randy, please fuck me.”
She looked up at him. Her voice filled with desperate yearning.
“Please, Randy.”
He slapped her across the face.
It wasn’t a vicious blow. But he’s a strong man and a slap is a slap.
She let out out of gasp, then a sob.
“Sure, why not?”
She started to reach out to touch her face, but he was quicker.
He grabbed her by the throat.
Bending close to her, he growled …
“If you ever look me in the eyes again, you will regret it, and your fucking clit will regret it even more.”
As she struggled to breathe, he released her.
She drew in ragged breaths. Worked to steady herself physically and emotionally.
“Get back to work,” Master said.
She took him in her mouth.
The oral worship resumed.
CHAPTER 4
The Jump
I’m flashing forward just for a short while before returning to a more linear narrative.
Master gave Colette a caning that exemplifies much of the action that occurred those six days and the personalities of the people involved.
Oh, I guess I didn’t mention that yet. Colette was here for six days.
Anyway, on the fourth day Master felt it necessary to cane her.
A low undercurrent of constant tension between the two of them finally burst like a giant wave on a beach.
Master was fucking Colette on his favorite bed, taking her doggy style.
He had edged her twice when suddenly a loud gasp escaped her and a desperate plea came rushing out.
“May I please cum may I please cum may I please come? I have to cum please may I please please please please cum please!”
Another loud gasp. Then …
“LETMECUM! LETMECUM! LETMECUM! LETMECUM!!!”
Keeping his pace steady, Master calmly said, “No. Not yet. I want …”
Whatever he wanted, Colette and I will never know, because right at that moment, she lifted her head and let out a banshee scream.
Her body shook like the bed in “The Exorcist” as a hard cum ripped through her from pussy to head to toe and back again and probably two or three more journeys.
It may have been the hardest cum I’ve ever witnessed.
When it was finally over and she had stopped shaking and had caught her breath, Colette rolled over, sat up on her ass and elbows and looked around in a daze.
Master said, “I told you no.”
Colette snarled at him.
“Fuck you, you asshole motherfucker.”
He loved that, laughing heartily.
He sat down cross leg in front of her, and they had an interesting conversation.
Mostly it was about her cum and how glad he was that she had such a really really good one.
But also about the necessity of sexual punishment.
She just couldn’t be allowed to speak like that to him, he told her.
She said she knew it was wrong, but she had to say it.
He said he understood why she said it, but he had to punish her nevertheless.
She agreed.
Master took her to the punishment room and caned her ass.
I won’t waste my time describing that here. Caning is pretty repetitive.
Instead, I made all of you this cool little graphic of it.
I do want to mention wardrobe rules that relate to the caning.
Ones that paint a larger portrait of Master and his weird obsession with ritual.
Every time, Master canes a woman’s ass, she has to wear a black garter belt, flesh-colored or black stockings and black stilettos.
If he canes her tits, she wears a cupless black bra and black stilettos.
If he canes her pussy, she wears a black or white leather corset and black stilettos.
Master just loves black stilettos.
He’s way bent. But Gretchen and I love him for it.
And after her six days, I believe Colette does too.
Now let’s get back to the story proper.
CHAPTER 5
The Talk
Here’s a conversation I overheard between Master and Colette one evening.
I was kneeling in a corner of the living room wearing a black minidresses and stilettos.
It was a version of Master that I wasn’t used to hearing . Even though he was fucking and dominating Colette, he talked to her like an equal.
And remember, Colette is nearly 45 years years older than him.
“I’m curious as to why you haven’t taken me in the ass yet.”
“You are?”
“It’s my understanding that anal sex is a big part of it when a young man your age fucks a woman my age — or even a little younger.”
“Is that what you heard?”
“Makes sense. Young excited cock. Loose, aged pussy. An asshole has to be much tighter, more pleasurable for the man.”
“I didn’t wanna hurt you.”
[Colette laughs]
“You’ve hurt me plenty.”
“With sexual pain there are limits. Or a better way to describe it, there are levels.”
“That’s your gift isn’t it? Knowing those levels. Knowing how to achieve them.”
“Hmmm.”
“It is a gift. When you were came in my clits, that came a point where I convinced myself if I could just stop sobbing for a moment, I would beg you to stop the caning.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No. If you remember, when I stopped sobbing, I did start to beg you. But not to stop. To let me cum.”
“I remember. “
“I think about it. You should too. You made a 68-year-old woman orgasm just by repeatedly tapping her clitoris with what was basically a thin stick.”
“You make me sound like Batman.”
[they both laugh]
“I want you in my ass, Randy.”
“Colette …”
a most difficult and intrusive place.
“Let me rephrase that. I need you in my ass, Randy. I need your big cock up my asshole — fucking me there and fucking me hard there.”
“I don’t know.”
[I heard shuffling sounds, and even some footsteps, and other harder to identify sounds. It wasn’t until much later as I was thinking about it, that I realized what had happened. Colette had stood up and stripped, then walked over and knelt in front of Master]
“Please, Randy, I beg you. Please fuck me in the ass. I’m a worthless piece of shit and I need my asshole destroyed by your great cock. Please. Please, Randy. Don’t make me keep begging. Please fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass. I need you to fuck my asshole. Please, Randy. Please.”
[a long pause}
“Sure, why not?”
Master took her anal virginity less than an hour later. Colette had a howling good time.
HOW WE SERVE MASTER 