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He Watches

He Watches

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Published by F. Thomas McGuire

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Published by: F. Thomas McGuire on Sep 29, 2011
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 He watches her from a distance, watching her body sway as she walks, her voice as she talksto the grocery staff, her little giggle and laugh. He follows her home and watches through thecurtain.She feels alive, and loves the freedom that comes with a day of sunlight. For some reason shedoes not feel as alone as she normally does. Shrugging to herself she goes to the kitchen and  puts the groceries away. Fixing herself a glass of tea, she heads to her bedroom to get out of her town clothes.The wind blows the curtain as she undresses, the slider just barely cracked to let in the night breeze.There is something deeply sensuous about the caress of the night breezes on her naked skin,and the smell of the flowers from her garden comes in through the door As she puts her town clothes in the hamper, the slider slowly and silently creeps open. Shewalks into the bathroom softly humming to herself . Lighting the cinnamon candle on the back of the sink, she turns and lights a vanilla one onthe edge of the tub. Reaching back, she turns off the overhead light. She bends down, placesthe plug in the drain and opens the taps to as hot as she can stand. She pours baby oil into therushing water and drops in sea salts to help her relax more He enters her bedroom cautiously, looks around and moves to the closet, stepping inside withthe door open a crack through which he can see perfectly into the bathroom where she isnaked preparing a bathe. She carefully places the icy glass of tea at the head of the tub, and then eases herself into thebath. Using her toes she turns the taps off. She sits up quickly, and twists her hair up and off her shoulders, clipping it up. Leaning back, she slides deeper into the hot water, closing her eyes for a moment. She then uses her hands to massage the oil into her skin He quietly moves from the closet and wanders around the room examining things as he goes;looking for things that he may be able to use. Moving languidly she reaches for her razor and glides it down her mound, shaving herself. She has no idea why she bothers with this ritual anymore, but it just seems like once started it is easier to maintain that to start up again when she accepts another lover. Besides, it is awonderful feeling to be smooth from the razor, and even smoother from the oils He finds some nylon knee-highs and drops them to the floor next to the bed, and finds somematerial that could be used as a gag. Then to his surprise he discovers a few sex toys and  smiles to himself but leaves them where they are for now. She stretches a bit, and then she reaches carefully for her tea. The cold glass against her lips,the icy drink across her tongue, and the subtle but stimulating motion of the hot water acrossher just shaved freshness eases the last of her day away. She pulls the plug and watches as thewater starts to retreat. Standing, she uses a cloth to wash herself quickly under the shower. He hears the shower start and he moves over near the door, watching her wash herself under the shower spray, her glistening body begging to be touched, tasted.Feeling a bit agitated she thinks about how wonderful it would be to have a shower partner, abed partner. It has been so long she no longer remembers when she last admitted a man intoher bedroom. She reaches down and starts to stroke herself, but decides that pleasuring herself is just not a pleasure. She turns off the shower, grabs her towel and makes sure that the vanilla candle is out. Roughly toweling off, she is dry fairly fast. She lets her hair down, grabs her tea and starts to leave the bathroom. At the last minute, she turns back and places
the cinnamon candle in the sink to burn safely for a while longer. After all, cinnamon is the scent for love, isn't it? Who could blame a girl for dreaming? As she walks past him, he reaches out, hand over her mouth and one around her waist,whispering in her ear, "DON'T make a sound, I do NOT want to hurt you." He pauses a few moments to see what she is going to do, and she relaxes in his grip, "Good girl, we are going to play a little game, and when we are finished I will leave, no damage, no harm done, do youunderstand?" She tries desperately to think who would be silly enough to play a game like this with her. Neither the voice, nor the scent is familiar. Tensing slightly, she has a flash of fear, what if it isn't a game? She slowly nods her head that she understands, "good girl, there is no one anywhere near here, any screams will only upset me, and you do NOT want to upset me. I promise that youwill not be harmed if you play along, do you agree?" Not seeing any way out, she nods her head that she agrees and tries to force herself to relax again. He is right, she is alone and no one lives close by. He smiles to himself, caresses her belly with his left hand and drops his right hand to her breast.She shudders at his too familiar touch, but forces herself to stand still  He whispers again in her ear, "You are my little slave girl, you will call me Master and youwill do everything I tell you to do, your only desire is to please and be pleasing. Do you think  you can handle this simple game? She closes her eyes and feels disoriented. Slave girl?? But, then, she realizes that he is waiting  for an answer from her. She stutters out, “ y-yes, Master.” "Good Girl, very proud of you. Do you have other clothes anywhere else in the house?” Clothes? What is he talking about?? Her thoughts are not processing. She shudders again,then manages to tell him, no, Master. Only what is in the bathroom hamper and over there inmy closet "Good, then this room is off limits to you unless I am with you. Your car is disabled and the phone line disconnected, so please do NOT try to run, I really do NOT wish to harm you. Do you understand?"Off limits, Omg, he is going to really hurt me, she thinks. Her mind keeps screaming at her, slave girl? Master? Omg. She tries to control her panic and takes a deep breath in. “Yes, Master.” "Very good, please me and I will leave it up to you if I ever return again. Now do you haveany lingerie?"Lingerie? Return?? Oh, god, no! He wouldn't return, would he?Then again, a deep breath, “Yes, Master. I have a few teddies in the closet, on a shelf in thecloset.” "I would like to see you in something very revealing, very sheer and soft, like you." She nods at him, and then catches herself. "Yes, Master." She goes to the closet and pullsdown a soft shell pink teddy and matching panties. She bought it, but had never worn it because, whom would she wear it for? The panties are just a hint of lace with straps. Thenightie is tied with one string at the breast, where her nipples are. She brings it to him and he examines it, tosses the panties aside and hands her back thenightie, "Yes that will do nicely, do put it on for me, slave."
 She shakes hard when he says the word slave, but hurries to obey him. He had said hewouldn't hurt her if she behaved. Oh, god let that be the truth. She puts on the nightie, trembling as she does so. He walks closer to her, "No reason to shakelike that sweetness, perhaps later you will shake and much enjoy doing so. You look fantasticin the nightie, you look delicious. Now I would like something to eat and drink, I will bewaiting in the living room, please don't take too long; I have limited patience with new slaves. She cannot look at him as he talks to her. When he is done, she says "Yes, Master" again and then hurries to the kitchen. She pours him a glass of iced tea, and then grabs a beer out of the fridge too. She quickly slices cheeses and some roast chicken off the bone. She looks at thetray, and then adds the large white grapes that she had bought earlier.Carefully, she carries it to the living room and places it on the coffee table He is sitting on the front edge of a recliner; "I want you on your knees, right here in front of me, sitting back on your heels.Confused, she looks at him a moment, then she does as he as ordered."A little closer, put your knees right up against the foot rest." Shaking again, she does as he has told her, moving as close as she can get. He reaches over and picks up the plate from the tray and hands it to her, "hold this with bothhands." She takes the plate in both hands, looks down at it for a moment and then back upinto his dark eyes, eyes that seem to look into her soul, leaving her more naked than just thelack of clothes. He reaches down and picks up a couple grapes. He puts one in his mouth and the other he presses to her lips. She feels the pressure of his touch, and the more intense pressure of his look. She opens her mouth slightly and takes the grape from him"As a slave you are not allowed to feed yourself, the only food you will receive is by the hand of your Master as it pleases him. Your every need depends on your Master's willingness toallow it or not. Obedience is necessary for your survival." He picks up a piece of chicken and holds it before her lips."Yes, Master," she responds. She tries to process what he is saying, with the fear and thenewness all clashing inside her head  Struggling with her fear, she opens her mouth to the chicken that he holds.He smiles and places the chicken in her mouth, "Good girl, very proud of you. I have not lied to you, so think about everything I have said. You must understand your position." He eats slowly, placing chicken, cheese and grapes in her mouth when he feels like doing so. Hereaches over and picks up the tea and looks into the cup and puts it in front of her mouth.Her position? Why doesn't he just rape her and get it over with? She swallows the last bite of  food that he had fed her, and moves slightly, to accept the drink The words, slave, master, position and game all swirl in her head  He expertly tips the cup to her and pulls it away when she tilts her head up slightly, then he finishes the cup. "Very good, my little delicacy. You may be the best girl I have ever had." Hereaches forward and caresses her check, running his fingers delicately down her neck, and  shoulder.Best girl? She shivers from his touch and feels tears prick at her eyes."Thank you, Master" He smiles, reaches back up and catches her tears on his finger, and places it in his mouth,"No reason to cry sweetness, other than being mostly naked and serving me a snack, nothing has happened. Do you want something to happen, sweetness?" He takes the plate from her 

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