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CHAPTER THREE

The next day I was at the front door again, this time with my suitcase in my hand. I hadn't brought a lot of clothing with me, I knew I wouldn't need it. I just had some toiletries and personal effects, some school books, and a note. I rang the bell.

"Who is it?" came the same disembodied voice through the loudspeaker.

"It is I, Master, your servant, Jodie." Just saying the words "master" and "servant" made me warm and tingly in my loins.

"Ah, yes, my dear, do come in."

The door buzzed and I entered. This time I did nothing, I just stood in the entry-way and waited. I didn't even put my bag down, I held it in my hand. Several minutes passed, I was starting to feel uncomfortable but I didn't move. I just waited.

Eventually, He came down the stairs, smiling at me. "Welcome, Jodie, welcome. I'm happy you've returned."

"Thank you, Master. I'm grateful to be here," I said.

"Yesterday you asked to give me pleasure, do you remember?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your promptness and obedience today have already given me great pleasure. Would you like to give me more?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Put your bag down and kneel."

I did so.

"This will be one of your primary positions. When you have perfected it, then we will be able to move on to more elaborate pleasures. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said, looking directly at His crotch.

"Good." He unzipped His fly and took out His prick. It was half hard and stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, pointing at my breasts.

I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. The sweet, musky flavor of His love tool filled my mouth and sent waves of pleasure surging through my body. I thought I would be able to have an orgasm just by sucking Him, I wouldn't even have to touch myself in order to come.

His prick immediately grew hard and straight in my mouth. I sucked in as much as I could but could only get half of its ten-inch length into my mouth. I tried to relax my throat muscles, hoping to be able to swallow more of it.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, He pulled back. He stepped away from me and I lost my balance. I fell forward onto my chest, just catching myself with my hands.

"Oh, my dear," He clucked His tongue at me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had such hopes for you. Now you have disappointed me yet again."

I pushed myself back up onto my knees. "Master, I'm sorry. What did I do?"

"You have exceeded yourself yet again. I didn't give you any instructions beyond ordering you to your knees. But, undisciplined wench that you are, you took it upon yourself to try to give me a blow job. Do you deny it?"

"No, Master." I looked down. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I thought you wanted me to… give you a blow job."

"You are my servant. It is not for you to decide what I want, or why I tell you to do what I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'm not convinced, Jodie. Go to your room while I decide what to do with you." He put His penis back in His pants.

Conflicting emotions surged through me. I was thrilled at His stern, disciplinary approach to me, while at the same time I was devastated at having disappointed Him. I started to get up to go upstairs but I saw Him stiffen and stopped myself. He hadn't told me to get up. I crawled on my knees down the hall, up the stairs, and to the maid's quarters. I left my suitcase in the entry-way where I had put it down. I was beginning to catch on. My new master wanted me to follow orders precisely, with no leeway for personal initiative.

I waited on my knees for what seemed like hours. I knelt in the corner, hoping to impress my master with my obvious remorse. Finally He came into the room without knocking or announcing Himself in any way.

"Jodie, come here," He said.

I crawled over to where He stood and waited, not saying a word.

"Jodie, I don't know what to do with you. Sometimes you show great promise, and other times you seem completely hopeless. Do you have anything to say for yourself."

For an answer I reached into my bra and handed Him the note which I had composed the night before.

"Most beloved Master," it read, "I give myself to you, completely and without reservation. I am yours to train and shape in any way that you deem worthwhile."

"If, in the course of my apprenticeship with you, you decide that I need to be disciplined in any way, you have my total permission to carry out any punishment you consider necessary."

"It is my desire to serve you perfectly and to give you pleasure."

"Yours in obedience and servitude,"

"Jodie Cramer."

"Well, Jodie," He smiled as He folded the note and put it in His pocket, "there may be some hope for you yet. I'll save this in case you need to be reminded of it at any time. Get up now and put on your apprentice uniform."

"Yes, Sir." I got up stiffly, rubbing the circulation back into my knees. "Sir, what is my apprentice uniform?"

"I'm glad you asked, Jodie. Here, I'll help you." He went to the bureau and opened the drawers. He took out a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings, and two starched white cuffs. "Here, Jodie, put these on. I'll have to get your collar from the other room. Put on your shoes, too. I'll be right back."

I quickly got undressed and put on the garments He had laid out for me. I looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. The hose and garter belt nicely accentuated my muscular legs and trim hips. The black silk made a vivid contrast to my blonde pubic hair. The white cuffs on my wrists looked strangely formal and definitely kinky with the rest of my skimpy sexy costume. I tweaked my nipples between my thumb and forefinger making them stiff and hard.

When I heard footsteps coming down the hall I went to the middle of the room. I stood with my legs slightly apart and my hands clasped behind my back, waiting patiently.

He came quickly into the room. "Jodie, put this on," He said. It was a rhinestone encrusted, leather dog collar with a shiny, chrome plated leash. He held it out for me to take from Him.

I reached out and took it. The cold metal sent a thrill through me, from my hand down to my toes. With trembling fingers I fastened the collar around my neck. The chain dangled down between my breasts with the leather handle brushing against my pubic hair.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"You're welcome, my dear. Come with me." He tugged on the chain. "Heel," He said.

I followed closely behind Him out of the room and into the hall. He stopped and turned to me. He smiled.

"You may be more comfortable in position two, my dear."

"Whatever you say, Master."

"Get on your hands and knees, Jodie."

"With pleasure, Sir."

"Good, now, heel."

I followed Him down the hall, as closely as I could without touching Him. We came to His special room and entered. He tugged gently on the collar, pulling me up.

"Position one, my dear."

I rose up on my knees with my hands at my sides. I knew what was coming next, Him and then me. I suppressed a smile.

"Now," He opened His pants and took out His dick once more, it was hard this time, "now you can give me that blow job you were so eager to give me before."

"Thank you. Master." I opened my mouth and took just the head between my lips. I flicked my tongue back and forth, rolling it around the top of His penis. I felt Him getting harder, He was starting to throb already. I could taste the sweet, salty flavor of a drop of pre-come liquid on my tongue.

"Forgive me, Master," I said around His cock, not wanting to actually let it out of my mouth, "but may I touch myself at the same time as I service you?" I looked up at Him, beseechingly, still licking on the end of His dick.

"Yes, you may, my dear. But only with your left hand. With your right you must further stimulate me. Do you know why?"

"Because your pleasure is my only concern, Master."

"That's right, dear. Go ahead, now, make yourself come."

Gratefully, I put my left hand on my pussy and started rubbing my clitoris, feeling it harden and stiffen immediately under my manipulation.

At the same time I reached into His pants and took His balls in my right hand. They were large and tight in His scrotum. I gently squeezed them, feeling them move around in their sack. He seemed to like that. He made soft moaning noises in His throat and spread His legs apart a little, giving me better access to His privates.

I sucked as much of His dick into my mouth as I could. It brushed the back of my throat and I had to carefully control my gag reflex. He started moving His hips back and forth, making gentle fucking motions.

My pussy was already wet. I smeared my juice around, over my clit, flicking it, frigging myself to the point of near-ecstasy. I slipped my middle finger into my vagina and moved it in and out. Imagining that it was Him, my new master, who was fucking me. My orgasm was building in my loins, getting hotter and stronger with every movement.

"Mmm, yes, my dear, that's very nice," He said, "do you want my come?"

"Um hm," I grunted around His cock.

"Oh, yes," He gasped. "That feels nice, your voice sends vibrations all through me."

"Hmmnunmmm." I hummed as loudly as I could, enjoying giving Him all the pleasure I could.

"Yes, baby, that's nice. If you want to come with me, come now." He put both His hands on my head and held it still while He pumped His hips back and forth, fucking me in the mouth.

I frigged myself harder and harder, not wanting Him to leave me behind.

"That's it, baby, hum me good, honey. Rub my balls."

Sweat beaded on my forehead, I was having trouble breathing. Pulses of pleasure built in my pussy and spread up and out, washing me with warmth, filling me with desire.

Suddenly He stopped. He held my head still and jammed His member as deep into my mouth as He could get it. It expanded, throbbed and exploded, sending spurt after spurt of hot, creamy, come into my mouth and down my throat.

"Yes, Jodie, take it now," He said, "take all my come, now."

My own orgasm flowed through me as I tasted His sweet, creamy come on my tongue. I tried to swallow it all hut some dripped out the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I felt it drip onto my titties and run down my tummy.

Gradually, both our orgasms subsided. His cock shrank a little and I could breathe more easily. My own orgasm finished itself and left me weak, warm and shaky.