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Hilda’s two Masters
part 11 of 20
Foreword:
There is a paragraph
in the end of this part and further on, which very simplified tries to explain
a newly open (a relative word) psychological research and effects.
It could be tiring for
the “action-men” but will surely cause understanding and perhaps more
question-marks for those who want to stand on a moderate science ground.
Sorry, but I don’t
want it stand out as a magic either, if you interpret certain reactions in our
mind as magic.
It could easy be regarded
as an insult to them few who had been “guinea-pigs” in His experiments.
To protect Anna’s
source from a chain reaction of friendly “attacks” and letting him continue his
work undisturbed he is called “He”, “the Man” or “Him” in the event chain.
He are also explaining
rather well during his treatment of Hilda, but sometimes in a too science
level.
Anna is now in
Good Luck!
Cecilita
Hilda’s two Masters
part 11 of 20?
If you love some one
or give your self a way to another person, you want that gift be as great as the love you feel. It mostly worked in
those terms, for women anyway.
The loves I felt for
my new Master Micke made me, in my gift to him;
involve all that I can raise inside of me. I know that obedience is important,
but it does not stand alone. I want to give him a real, total and perfect
slave-girl. And as I don’t know his values, he has do train and made me the
perfect slave-girl after his standards.
Usually I don’t think
that anyone has the right to change another person, but with a perfect
slave-girl you must have that right.
I also know that there
is a balance between how much I love him and how much pleasure I want him to
enjoy and I also see it as my duty to give him that. I want very much to spoil
him and make him my own “male chauvinist pig”.
Then others may think
as they want, especially if they don’t love as much as I do.
I followed my heart
when I sign the deed-of-gift of myself, but I also in a masochistic way
challenge my submission to produce a blind alley, to walk into and no return.
Now I feel my hardest
and nicest task is to give him all that pleasure, but I experience a great
shortage in my capacity to be a good slave-girl for my Master.
I must concentrate and
be all that enjoyable for him…. But wait!
That Man, who Anna
knew, perhaps he could made me a more perfect
slave-girl for my Master.
Where is he?
Is he real? Yes, first
of all, is he real?
Anna, Rebecca, Elin and Ulrika and some of the
other girls had visited him, so he is
real.
When Rebecca told us
about him she went blood-red in her face of excitement just to talk about it.
I don’t want it to
stand out as if I’m search for my own ruthless
pleasure in the submission-intoxication.
But both Anna and Ulrika told us that they had become
many levels better slave-girls as they felt this inside of them.
Anna has now devoted
her life to be a perfect slave-girl to her Master in
Perhaps I could ask
him. “The question is free, and so is the answer!”
- Master, may I speak?
It felt so ticklish
nice just to ask in that humble way.
- Yes!
- You talked about to
send me away to a Man that could add something to my subconscious and make me a
far better slave-girl for you.
- Yes, I was on my way
to tell you about it. I have got contact with Cecilita and got his address. I
have also talked to him. He doesn’t want any payment. At the experiment level
He does it only to friends, but when I told Him that I had known Anna for so
long and He agree to let you come.
As it still is at the
experimental stage you have to be his
Guinea-pig and have to
be happy with what He offers you.
When I offered Him
that He could have you as slave-girl during the week-end, as my thanks, He seemed
abstemious impressed. I don’t know any man that shouldn’t bite at that bait,
but he didn’t. Instead he told me that the girl must play the role of his
slave-girl anyway for him to modify the subliminal signals in her subconscious
during the tests and treatment.
When I talked to Anna
she told me that he could choose how many girls he wanted, but He didn’t even
want to have her as His slave-girl, in spite of the fact that she offer herself
in a 24/7. But she got it half way and lives with his brother.
“Well, am I not to go
then?
“I pass that hook and
we agree to another understanding, Him and me. You will visit Him next weekend
and beside what He can change in you, I get a receipt at your obedience to me.
I mean “To talk is one thing, but to delivery another!”
Before you go I will
order you to be His slave-girl when you are there and that you should obey Him
as you obey me. He has promised to give an honest criticism on your behavior. I
insisted to give him some payment He reluctantly agreed to the other
understanding instead.
- Master, may I ask, what kind of understanding?
“You may ask, but will
not have any answer. It is none of your business; it is between him and me.
It felt so unfair. I
had given him the finest and most ultimate gift a person can give, her self. I
gave him myself as his slave-girl and property. He on his side couldn’t share a
so little secret with me. Instead he shut me out from his world with: “It is
none of your business!”
I regretted my sign on
the deed-of-gift.
My unfair-anger calmed
it self. I was his slave-girl, by my own choice and I was his property.
Had I not comprehend
that myself yet?
It was my new Master
that decided over me and that would not only be decision that I wanted to do,
but also all the kind of decisions that are not easy and sometimes even hard to
perform. I had given him that right myself. A slave-girl’s life is not a bed of
roses. It could be ticklish nice when I must act against my will. That is also
when one is feeling that one obeys a Master.
Naturally I didn’t
regret that I had signed the deed-of-gift, not
at all. I was hurt and sad. Now I instead regretted that I thought so,
regretting the deed-of-gift. Funny isn’t it?
There were more
important things to think about, I was obviously the next week-end to be handed
over to another man and be his slave-girl for the week-end.
God, how awful and
repulsive!
I had given myself to
Master Micke and no
one else.
No, Hilda take hold of your self! I thought soberly. You shall only do
as your Master tells you to, calmly, secured and with no alarm. Just do as he
tells you to, nothing else. No worries for the future just relax and obey as a
good slave-girl.
This must be my new
way of thinking. I had to think like a slave-girl, perhaps I must sit down and
read Anna’s diary. She has so many wise slave-girl-words.
Master Micke ordered me to shower and I didn’t know if I smelled
bad or he was just him steering my actions, but I obeyed. That wasn’t my
business either!
When I returned from
the shower as said:
- Master, may I ask?
- Yes.
- How do you want me
to wake you up in the morning?
I knew that my
question revealed that I wanted him to order me to wake him up with my mouth,
as I loved. But he must take that initiative. That’s why my question was more
generally, without pointing to my mouth as an alternative, but I knew that he
liked it. I also knew that he had read Anna’s diary, where she pointed out her
standing orders to wake up her Master that way, after she had prepared his
breakfast and fetched the paper, every morning.
- You will be my
living alarm-clock and wake me 06.30 every morning with your mouth, but you
shall start with licking. You lick and count quietly to forty and then it is
your mouth’s turn.
- Yes Master, Thank
you!
I answered obediently.
That was what I wanted. Licking was his idea, but sucking him to a
morning-release was mine. Licking at a hairy scrotum I have to gladly live with
as long as I later could capture it in my mouth and enjoy it.
But I must stop
thinking of what I wanted. Will I
ever be a real slave-girl?
Perhaps, perhaps I
could be cured during that week-end, when I didn’t want to do anything with
another man, but probably had to. Then I could be trained to act for others
pleasure and not my own, I thought more than a little masochistic and with a
little revenge on my own body and thinking brain. I must start to think like a
slave-girl. When I lived with Mats there was no room for any egoistic thoughts
in my mind, as his will was the only thing that existed in his room.
But I must have no
worries in advance for the week-end. I must only relax and calmly do as I was
told and not to think so damn much of everything. And above all I must not have
so many views of everything. Maybe I could find my way to be a real slave-girl
in this new and relaxed way of thinking. I had to force myself to think that
way.
I should be damned if
I didn’t enjoy myself as a slave-girl and felt good about everything, I decided
for myself.
Master Micke steered my everyday acting and that felt so good. He
even asked me from time to time if I needed to go to the toilet. He took real
responsibility for me and my actions. If something that he had ordered, when
wrong, he didn’t blame me, as long as I obeyed him.
In the morning, long
before I woke him up, I spread the table at the balcony, dressed in my new red
dressing gown and nothing more than his black collar, with its steel rings,
around me neck.
I had to run down the
stairs and to the entrée door at the street level to get the morning paper for
him. There were no buttons in the front of the dressing gown so I had to close
it with my hand if I met anyone in the stairway, as the front opened when I was
running. I don’t know if I have an exhibitionistic vein in me, but it felt very
good to obey my Master, especially when he couldn’t see and I had to let my own
conscience take care of that.
Out at the balcony I
put the paper at his place and then I had to attend to my task as his living alarm-clock, which had
occupied my mind all the morning.
I just loved to crawl
under his cover and find my way up to his crotch and start licking him in long
licks. Sometimes I counted slowly and
sometimes faster.
Then at last I may
take it into my mouth and deep into my throat and make it happy. I will never
grow tired of it.
For every times his
orders goes my way I silently promises him to be very quick to obey when I felt
forced to obey, and that gave me a pleasure if its own.
When he had relieved
himself in my mouth, or when he wanted to save it for later, he rose from the
bed and walked out to the balcony where his breakfast waited for him. His
morning shower came after his breakfast.
I stood in
order-position, but with my back outwards and at the railing, ready to react on
his orders.
Naturally in the order-position,
with my elbows pointing directly sideways, my raised arms were lifting the gown
completely so my whole front was bare.
A neighbor on the
balcony to the right came out from his apartment and saw my whole nude front
under the lifted dressing gown. I saw him examine my naked front from only two
meters (3 feet) distance. I had to stand still, with my legs apart, on my
tiptoes, with my open mouth and tongue invitingly outstretched.
I could do nothing to
hide the dog-collar around my neck and its light-reflecting steel rings. There
could be no trouble for any man to made equals signs between a dog-collar
around a naked female neck and a slave-girl on duty.
Especially when I was
on my tiptoes and with my mouth open and tongue out.
I saw that my invitingly
outstretched tongue from my open mouth was attracting his attention more then
my bare and newly shaved private part between my parted legs or my bare
breasts.
My Master was sitting
so he could enjoy the view of his slave-girl, but he couldn’t see the neighbor
on his balcony beside ours.
I was alarmed inside
of me and try to call my Masters attention by loudly saying: “Master, Master, Master!”
I was for his
neighbors display for a full 20 to 30 minutes and wasn’t allowed to move a bit
or hide myself.
He found that odd and
watched around him and saw his neighbor and told me to go inside in a sharp
tone.
I run inside and heard
him told his manly neighbor that he expected him to be at a journey for the
whole week.
As a good Master he
didn’t blame me at all. I had only followed his orders and he never mentioned
it.
I love it when a
Master takes responsibility for his orders. It is so manly and dominant.
He left for his work
and I left his apartment more than one hour later.
//
When I later meet the
neighbor outside the house I blushed and couldn’t avoid him as we both were on
our way inside the house.
- Good slave-girl!
He said and I blushed
more, but answered in a polite way:
- Thank you Sir!
But I didn’t like it
at all.
//
The week-end was
closing up. Thursday evening he placed a little suitcase in pale brown leather,
of that type you could bring into the cabin in an airplane, at the table in the
bedroom. He told me to pack my things, mostly make-up and things to care for my
hair. The only cloths he allowed was three pair of briefs, clean, white and
very thin. (String)
Friday.
As usually he steered
my every move in the apartment.
He order me to the
toilet, to shower, to dry, to made my hair and my make up, well only mascara
and lipstick was allowed.
//
Sometimes he stood in
the bathroom and steered in details my movement when I showered, where to put
the soap and the sponge and for how long. I loved it.
I could just shut my
eyes and let him steer my movements as he wanted. There is so much care in such
a Master.
//
I sat in to his car at
his order and he drove us to the railway station. He ordered me to cross my
legs and put my arms at the armrests. I enjoyed that he took care of me when he
bought me a ticket.
He followed me to the
train and pointed out the right car. He also handed over a memorandum with
timetable (schedule) for the different stops. At the end station I must stay
outside the car, even if the train left.
A man would pick me up
and I must follow him. Master Micke had in the car
very clearly ordered me to obey this Man to the letter, or as he said: “As you
obey me and even better, if you know what’s good for you!”
He added a little
cryptically.
I understood! I had to
obey this Man! There were no explicit limits and that scared me a bit. I
shudder of the thought to be delivered to a stranger. But I had to trust my
Master, I told myself.
Anna and some of the
girls knew Him and they had survived.
I shouldn’t be worry,
just obey, as a good slave-girl.
Master Micke gave me a bear-hug when he left me outside of the
car, which would take me away from him. I cried a little in the car.
I would so infinitely
willingly ask him what he should do during the week-end, but I felt that it
“was none of my business” and I did want that answer, so I give up asking.
But the question
burned inside of me as I was a little jealous. He owned me, but he was also my Master.
The train started and
Master Micke waved his hand and threw me a kiss. I
caught it and brought it to my already longing lips. It was only some days
until I was back with my Master Micke again.
//
I was irrevocable on
my way to an unknown
My mind
wondering. Mats had had me be naked
before some of his manly friends and now Master Micke
was ordering me the same before this unknown Man. He had
added that I must obey Him more then I did to him. How could I? I obeyed Master
Micke from pure love and now I was ordered to obey
another man from the same love, to Master Micke.
If had have a free
will I had preferred a man that kept his slave-girl to himself. I could do
anything, but before him alone. Men seem to be of the other kind; they shared
the slave-girls with other men, probably to wake envious. I would like a
jealous man who bossed me around, but have me for him self. Now I had to settle
with the man I got.
I’m happy about him
and the bad parts, as the were few, I had to live
with.
My memorandum told me
that was to be at the terminal at 17.43 and the time was 17.35.
The train stopped at
exactly 17.43 and I took my suitcase an exit the car. I stood waiting outside
the car and tried to look like an obedient slave-girl, who lacks will-power,
with a suitcase in her hand.
All the other
passengers hasten away towards the tunnel to the station building, but I just
stood the passively. I put down the suitcase.
I was waiting for a
man to pick me up. I must allow that unknown man to do anything he wanted with
me and I must obey his most mad order. I felt a shiver and I couldn’t decide if
it felt nice or just frightening. It was supposed to be a fear.
One man come closer,
but turned aside. Another man walked in my direction and I started to scan him,
but he didn’t give me an eye. Instead he opened a door to a car and vanished.
The train moved again
and I stood there. I felt alone, but baited by my own obedience.
Now there were new
passengers, probably for a train on the other side of the platform. Many men in
different ages started to go from the tunnel and in my direction. There were
also women, but I count them out.
I told myself that as
a slave-girl I wasn’t allowed to choice from the men a saw, instead a man was
chosen for me by my Master Micke. A naughty thought
compared me with a waiting whore, who also had men chosen for her, but I kill
that thought at sight.
An elderly man with a
white beard headed to the platform part behind me, as if he was going with an
arriving train. When I start look for other men he suddenly change direction
and approached from my behind.
I turned around at
watched him as I always feel unpleasant with people at my backside.
- Hallo, do you know
Master Micke?
- Yes sir, I answered
in a humble tone.
- And you are Hilda?
- Yes Sir!
- Perhaps even
slave-girl Hilda?
It felt so strange and
embarrassing but I answered humble as the slave-girl-course bided.
- Yes Master!
It was Him and He knew
everything about me, that I was a slave-girl and all that.
- Welcome to our
little city. Follow me!
He said shortly but in
a friendly tone.
Yes, he was a dominant
and was used to be obeyed. I trotted with my little suitcase to his right side
but couldn’t help observing Him.
He was 50 +, maybe 60+
and had a friendly but also firm face behind the white beard. His hair was not
in the same color as the beard. His hair looked both blond and gray, but of
course He was and older man.
That Man I had to
obey! I was compelled to do what ever I told me. That thought brought both a
shudder and a trill through my body.
It would surely be
okay and especially if He “put in” that fabulous pleasure submission-intoxication into my brain. That pleasure that so many
talked about with wide-opened eyes and with something wild and dreaming in
their eyes.
He had a dark jacket,
black unpolished shoes and blue jeans.
At the street He went
up to a light Mercedes and sat in and at the same time as He signed for me to
sit at the other seat in the front of the car. I had never had a ride in a
Mercedes and was full of joy. I wasn’t told how to sit so I just sat there.
I come to think of
that it wasn’t that long ago that I had in the same passively way followed
another stranger, Master Micke into his car. Was this
going to be habit my life? To following strange men in their cars and to their
homes and to be ordered to undress and….?
I put on the seatbelt
to not be reprimanded.
The last situation,
when I followed Master Micke and my heart had ended
beyond all expectations.
As a fatalist I
believe in the Destiny and perhaps there was an unseen event treads, even here.
Well I had no choice, I was to be lead and to obey and wait and see.
I bit outside the town
He stopped the car outside a big and yellow house.
He stepped out of the
car and I would never dream of that he should walked around the car an open the
car door for me, (in Sweden, where every Lady has to open doors, if she wants to go inside!!!!) but He
did as a real gentleman. It felt so surprising and my mind was thrown between
being a slave-girl and a Lady. But first of all I felt that I was worth
something, a civil gesture.
He opened the unlocked
door, went inside, hangs up his jacket and took my light summer coat and hang
up it as well.
I saw now that he had
a big and secured stomach.
Then He approached me,
stretched out His arms outside mine and pulled me into His arms. When I
passively let Him do as He wanted, knowing that this was nothing against what
he could order me to submit to.
He pressed me into his
big stomach and huge chest.
I had never in my life
felt such a bear-hug and I felt it straight into my breast, into my breast-bone. I felt how my whole body
was pressed into his, in an enormous pliable way. It was as if my body
submissively followed the line of his front.
His hand behind my
back pressed me still closer and I was now willingly following him as he stood
still now. I found myself wishing for
to stay in his arms for a long time. Maybe I imagine it, but I felt it as if it
beamed out warmth and confidence from His body and into mine, mostly into my
chest-bone. It was so extremely nice and pleasant that I surprised myself by
wishing He never would let me loose. Silly isn’t it?
There in his arms I
felt so calm, secured and nice, but outside there was many unknown question
marks.
I remember that I got
the same feeling from my heart when I met Master Micke
the first time, but then it was bodily and sexually. Now it was spiritually and
sensuous as if it could be perceived with all the five senses at the same time.
It all was so unbelievable pleasant but first of all calm and secure and pure
happiness. I had never in my whole life felt so calm and secure and nice inside.
Not even with my father, which I loved more than anything else.
I had never run down
the doors at churches in my life, but I could imagine that it was offer such a
feeling of holiness, quietness, sensuality, peace, repose and greatness there.
But here in his arms
it was many times stronger, almost so strong that I was close to faint of pure
happiness. I was so close to feel the light go out! The sense of happiness was
so enormous that I couldn’t catch it and comprehend it.
My God! He was just holding me in His arms, nothing else. I felt so strongly that He
had powers that didn’t belong to this world, or did I imagine.
No this was reality, I
stood here and I felt all this in the same time.
If someone should ask
me for how long time I stood there in His arms and let my body docile and
delighted almost glued to Him, I would honestly say; I don’t know!
Time had lost its
importance. If I should guess, 10 minutes or 15 or 20.
OH, I don’t know and first of all it was so negligible.
When he released me
and I let myself reluctantly be free from this the arm’s of arms where I found
such a calmness an happiness that I couldn’t remember from my earlier life. Probably because neither my body, nor my mind recognized it from my
earlier life.
It almost got me
believing that He had recharged me as one does to a car-battery. Charge me with
secure, calmness and inner and genuine happiness.
What ever! It was
inexplicable and wonderful nice.
I had just passed his
doorstep!
I was ordered by
Master Micke to obey this Man and that wouldn’t be
hard for me.
Rebecca had told me
that He had many girls that would be ready to sacrifice their right arm (not
literally I hope) just to visit Him. It sounds like a fairytale, but now I
understood it fully. It had really not been credible before.
My crazy heart
stressed that I if had to choose
between Him and Master Micke I would have problem.
But my common sense reminded me that I already had sign the deed-of-gift to my
Master Micke. There were no return and I didn’t
regret it, I loved it, but it felt enormous nice here. My common sense added
that I of course must choose Micke before an elderly
man, surely!
Here was an
unimaginable enjoyable experience to collect. Both my heart and common sense
agreed in that. It happen not that often that they agreed, as the mostly were
in fights with each other. My heart wanted to rush away and my common sense
wanted to wisely hold back, wait and see.
Almost
as an accelerator and a break in a car.
The sexual phase would
not be too alarming. Such an old man had surely not lust for more than once in
a month and at the second erection I was to be back with my Master Micke.
I didn’t even know if
I had to work at his erection, maybe he didn’t care for such anymore.
But then again,
perhaps I wanted Him to enjoy me as thanks for what I had experienced so far,
just inside his door.
I had learned a very
new lesson. Beside the bodily and sexually pleasure there was a sensual,
spiritual and mentally pleasure for us humans to enjoy.
But it is much more obvious
to grasp if I have a strong and manly cock to handle. That gives an advantage
to the bodily pleasure.
But my mind had
discovered I new world that made me exuberant happy and gave an inner pleasure.
I had never felt that before, not even in the vicinity of it. I didn’t know
that it existed.
It was so completely
different pleasures, as from two different worlds. On one side that happy,
nice, appeasing, resting, sensual world, as He let me sniff at for the very
first time in my life and on the other side the sexual pleasure that for me was
linked to my special fancy for the wonderful submission.
//
He went into the
kitchen and I followed him but still missed the enormous bear-hug that he
finished so suddenly. Naturally I hoped to experience it again, when I had
deserved it, my submission added.
Jesus! It is madness
that a simple hug can make you feel like that. Especially as I’m a hugging
person, I give and gets surely hundreds of hugs every month, from different
people, relatives, friends, siblings’, work-maids a s
o. But those are nothing, the different are greater than earth and sun.
We live on earth, but
now I had felt the suns enormous beaming and warmth power beam into my breast-bone.
He had coffee ready on
a big steel vacuum flask and there were two coffee-cups on the little kitchen
table, that had places for three persons, at most. There was an old-fashioned
red-and-white checked cloth at the table.
I stood there and
waited for order of what to do. “You shall obey him, as you obey me and better!” it echoed in my head. It was
He who had to lead me now and He who decided what was
going to happen. I couldn’t push away a sudden trilling feeling, now after that
hug, which had silently promised my body and mind much more.
What else could I do?
Yes, the order-position had crossed my mind, but I had pushed it aside for now.
If He wanted it He had to tell me. A Master had to do something, I thought
defiantly.
So he gave me a sign
to sit and I sat down at the stool as he sat on the other one.
We drank coffee and he
also used Zoegas coffee. I could taste it without of
asking him.
Oatmeal biscuit as
snacks had to do.
He had asked and I had
said no thank to another cup of coffee. Not that the coffee tasted bad, it was
more that I was so tensed and curios at what was going to happen here and I
wanted get started as soon as possible. I felt also good vibrations.
He stretched his hands
over the table and grasped my hands at the wrists.
He looked straight
into my eyes and he said something, and he talked so slowly and calmly that I
ought to remember what he said, but I didn’t, not a single word.
So he released my
hands, not that he had them locked, more that I didn’t let go of him, but own
the initiative.
- Are you ready? Shall
we start? I can see that you are ready.
- Yes Master, I
answered.
I thought I was, but
didn’t really know for what.
- Stand up!
- Yes Master.
I rose from the stool
and stood straight with my hands at my sides, waiting and expectant. I felt
that a delight feeling of obedience embrace me. I had no idea of what was going
to happen, more than Master Micke had told me to obey
this
If I had known how
nice, calm and good it felt I had surely had no objection, but..
So suddenly, as I
lightening from a clear blue sky:
- NAKED!
His voice cut the air
in the kitchen and echoed in my head.
This was a command-word that I remember from
Anna’s diary and I had heard Mats pronounce it many times, when he wanted that
I quickly should throw of my cloths and stay naked before him. I had obeyed
that order many, many times.
A completely stranger,
a man that I didn’t know the name of, just demanded me to undress and get naked
in his kitchen, just minutes after I had entered his house.
I know my own bad
temper and expected my anger to raise and my voice scream in a protest.
No! Instead I felt no
anger. But to my surprise I could feel that my hands obediently had started to
unbutton the last buttons in my
blouse and took it of. I felt how my hands damn quickly moved down to my blue
jeans and off with them. It was like my hands were programmed to do a quick
undressing. They were trained before,
yes, but programmed, no.
I was supposed to obey
Him, as Master Micke had ordered me, I thought as a
defense for my hands unexpected willingness to obey his voice. At the same time
I felt it as they had let me down. My brain decided for them, okay and Master Micke, but this was a strange Man, whom I didn’t have
chosen, others had done that.
But I felt something
else too, very strongly. I wanted to undress myself! Deep in my heart and soul
I wanted to do it. I wanted to stand naked before this old Man.
Had I become completely
mad?
It was a blind
obedience and it felt so good.
I felt that my body
automatically started to take up the order-position
More and more
voluntarily and with an inexplicable happiness in my chest as I stood in front
of Him for him to see what he could choose from. As if I, as a slut, offer my
naked body for His eyes and more….
My common sense fall
back to the fact that Master Micke had ordered me to
obey Him and that I did.
But Master Micke hadn’t said anything about that I should want to obey him. What a slave-girl
wants is not important, she shall obey. That thesis was also my now days. My
own wanting to obey was added to it by my mind and I also felt this
overwhelming happiness.
Micke had only demanded an automatically, slavish
and bodily obedience from me, I knew that for sure. There was a trace of
jealousy in him.
But I felt pure pleasure when I stretched
up my body, interlaced my fingers behind my neck, checked that my elbows
pointed straight out, moved my feet on the floor 60 cm (23 in) from each other,
up on tiptoes and keep the balance. I was naked in his kitchen, in the
order-position and so thrillingly exposed and vulnerable.
Suddenly I discover,
to my own surprise, that I had my mouth invitingly open and my tongue out and
resting slightly at my under lip, as I knew that slave-girl-course demanded.
The open mouth felt a
little too offering and whorish before this elder Man, with the serious eyes.
But he had seen it before; I added calming to my thoughts. He had contact with
Anna, Elin, Rebecca and some of the other girls in
the group, so he must be an expert in watching naked girls with their mouths
opened, probably much more...
I was sure of that He
knew the groups movement-codes and
the command-words as he knew Anna so
closely.
I remembered that Anna
had said that she had been a slave-girl for him. (As I was
now!)
Could it be for a week
or a week-end? Or was it that she had offering herself to be his slave-girl
permanently? No, I’m sure of I had heard that she had been it.
As if he could read my
thoughts he said:
- I hope that you
experience the NAKED-order as a chock for you. I was completely aware of that
effect and it is also more important than you think it is. It opens up your
mental senses now when your body is open and exposed here on the floor. I’m
sure that you will understand that better later.
- Yes Master.
I felt I bit
disappointed. He didn’t look at me with a man’s greedy and a little
uncontrolled gaze, when my naked body was stretched up in this way before him.
No, it was as it he looked through me, as if a naked and up stretched girlish
body in His kitchen was an every-day-thing and not unusual at all.
He stood up from his
stool and said shortly:
- Come with me!
He went away and
opened a lot of doors and I followed him into one strange room after another.
It was coldly and
unfamiliar to walk naked after a strange Man, that wasn’t strange at all.
Sometime it felt liked that I had known him in all my life, but that was
impossible.
I had my hands down
from my neck, as I was taught. The order-position was something that one stood
still in, when a slave-girl stood and waited for orders.
The house must been
huge, but finally we come into a big room with big white doors and a white
tiled stove.
Directly, as I came in
and stopped, I took the order-position again. That felt so good.
In my whole adult life
my breasts had been as magnets to men’s eyes. When I looked down at them it
seemed as if they stood out from my chest and was forced to be raised more by
my raised arms. But I couldn’t see that his eyes got caught by them. He more
looked over my whole body and perhaps more at my mouth, which again was opened.
He pointed at a rather
heavy arm chair in dark brown leather and said:
- Sit!
I obeyed Him quickly
and felt real proud to move quickly at his order.
What is happening to
me? He is a stranger, but then again not….
I justified my quick
movement by that I loved orders of what to do. But I felt some kind of
gratefulness inside of me and that made me obey him quickly. No, I wanted to
obey him quick as lightning. He must not see a trace of delay in my obedience.
And it tickled so nice somewhere in my body only by the thought of it. Real
damn pleasant!
It had nothing to do
with that report of my obedience to Master Micke. It
was something else, which I couldn’t put my finger on. Something wonderful and
deep in there, that made ticklish stimulus to the lower part of my stomach.
I felt en distinct and
great respect to and a warm feeling for this peaceful old Man, who gave me such
a new and incredibly delightful feeling inside of body, soul or where it was.
When I had thrown
myself down in the easy chair and felt the cold leather to my naked body it
should make me shiver but instead it produced a smile of recognition in my
face. I didn’t know why I was smiling, I only sat there with a ridiculous, but
from my inside coming smile.
He came up to me big
and mighty and said:
- I have spoken to Micke and know why you are here and how you are expected to
behave when you are here. I know that Micke has
ordered you to obey me, as you obey him. And I also know how you are going to
be when you leave me, he added cryptically. Micke
want you to obey him and obey him quickly and blindly what ever he tells you.
Is that right?
- Yes Master, I
answered as humble as I could.
- Do you think that it
will be easy?
- No, but I will do my
very best to learn from you. That is my will.
- I will now give you
an entirely private motivation that
will help you to obey blindly and do it quickly.
- Yes, thank you
Master, I answered and felt calm and nice, but didn’t really grasp what he
meant.
I remember that Master
Micke hadn’t said anything about motivation and I didn’t think that I lacked motivation to obey
Master Micke. Not Mats either, when he was my Master.
It felt nice in my body and that’s why I obeyed. Sometimes I’m a very selfish
slave-girl and that I don’t like at all. I really want to be a real and total
slave-girl for my Master!
Deep inside I obeyed,
not only for my Master skull, but also because it felt so damn nice to obey. I
could understand that by the fact that I have changed Masters and still the
nice feeling was inside of me. The nice feeling of submission was my own and
could probably be provoked by any Master, I thought. As now for example it felt
completely marvelous. But in a completely new way.
//
Will
be continued.
Cecilita
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