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Hilda s two Masters 1
of 13
SYNOPS:
Hilda is a submissive
girl in her very early twenties. When her boyfriend and Master break up with
her she meet by chance a new Master. She later in her story ends up in a
situation where her Master shares her as a slave-girl with a friend of him. She
had to serve two Masters, but only enjoy the one of them herself, at the other’s
feet it is duty and obedient service.
Her Master knew a scientist
who is working in a new field of deepening and increase submissive feelings. He
can teach a method for the subject to extract more feelings from the
experiences of submission building up its own orgasm, but also deepening it and
holding it.
Therefore her new
Master sends her to the scientist for a mental preparation where she meets with heavenly and completely unspeakable pleasures. After
she had learned to handle this new founded ways of pleasure she can use it by
her own whim in her submissiveness and in a way eke them out.
There is a surprise; the
story doesn’t end up as one expects.
CODE: M/f, M+/f, D/s,
cons, slow, subm, oral, slavery, romantic, mental
enjoyment and new pleasure beyond description.
AUTHOR: Cecilita, with
permission from Hilda.
Proof read by: Stiga
Preface: I’m member
and secretary in a group of mostly submissive girls. We girls called the group
SUBLIGAN (The sub-gang).
At every
Tuesday-meeting one of the girls tells a story - an event or a fantasy - for
the other girls.
I take notes or record
the stories and write them later into WORD-files. We have now many hundred
stories, some of them really mind-trigging for the submissive persons. There
are experience from real life and also some that are fantasies in a want-to-be
way.
In contrast to many
other stories THIS one is build on events in the real World.
Though I lately have visited
Him my self and experienced the feeling they are still hard to explain in words
and harder to translate, so please be patience with me and use your own
judgment and fantasy.
/Cecilita
At the SUBLIGAN
(Sub-gang) meeting one Tuesday one of the girls, Elin
told us about a girl who had two Masters.
For one Master to have
two slave girls is not that unusual but this was not heard of that often.
Elin was requested urgently to contact her and
invite her to the group.
Following Tuesday
Hilda came together with Elin to tell her odd story. It
took several Tuesdays to finish her rather astounding story.
Many of the girls were
familiar with the thought of men having two or even four slave girls. Anna had
told us about her Master B, who had four slave girls and that they came to
submit to him under his authority and command and also to experience one of the
highest forms of submission-feeling, the “psychic orgasm” and the indescribable
“submission-intoxication”. Those conditions are so dazzlingly and exciting that
they are by girls described to “Belonging to another World of enjoyment” or
“The Universe of female orgasm during submission”.
(Master B’s brother
“Master BB” is assisting to reach those newly explored phenomena. He has deeper
studies in behavioral research during forty years now and is one of few in the
world that have developed procedures to create opportunities for this state of
experience. “I can open new doors into your unconscious World for you to
experience and control”, “The technique accelerates the perceptions and
transformed the natural submissiveness into a up towards spiral and further to
“never ending” waves of orgasms, that you must learn to break in order to
breathe!”, as he cryptically explained. “The more you submit yourself the
higher you reach!”
It also works together
with humiliation, pain and when you basically enjoy being an object.
I have been told that
there is another scientist (in behavioral research) in
One of the girls,
Becky had also experienced it at the brother’s house and knew what Anna was
talking about.
We, the others, had
only to believe our friends, but we saw the light in their eyes and their
flushing cheeks when the talked about it and when they looked at each other. A
look of something they own in common. We felt that is was genuine.
This new thing must be
something very special and rare.
When Anna over one
weekend had visit the man called Master BB she told in sharp details about it
in front of the girls at a Tuesday meeting.
We could only enjoy
her experience and have our own hope knowing that she was very careful with
giving out his address.
(Now when Anna lives
in
Several of the girls
had their own orgasms only by listening to Anna’s report. She has the gift of
telling a story so you could live-in-it.
She also told us that
Mari had got his telephone number but not used it and one of the girls asked:
“Is she dumb or what? You can’t win a million and refuse to collect it.”
“I don’t think so, she
is just too shy” Anna answered in an excusing tone.
Well enough of that!
I’m only mentioning those orgasmic phenomena here because of its significance
in the following story
//
Two Masters was a bit
of unique in our grope, but surely not uncommon in the world.
Presentation of Hilda,
she is 21 y o, born 1984 in April.
She has a dark
shortcut hair, that is growing, a heart-formed very sweet face, a little nice
nose, rather pronounced lips, especially her lower lip is very full and she has
very sharp dimples in the corner of her mouth. She has also dark and thick
eyelashes that would make any film-star green of envy. She seems always be
happy and has a ringing laugh that is very contagious.
Hilda is approximately
165 cm (5 ft 5 in) and is rather thin and extremely lithe and agile. Like a contortionist.
She told us that she
had had regular gymnastics exercise with her body since she was 15 y o every
mornings or evenings for 30 to 45 minutes. She also runs and jogs on a regular
basis almost fanatical. Her activities keep her going and it seems she had a
great stamina. She is dutiful, honest and true to her word.
She is also very
faithful even though in her special situation with two Masters. Contradictory
to her two Masters you could say that she is a one-man-girl.
What is there more to
say? “Yes, she has a little tattoo (a read Heart) on her right ankle. She says
that it is that Heart she always follows.
She got a question
from the audience. “Have both your Masters equal power over you?”
“It would seem so but
one Master is more of the head-Master and the other sub-Master, but you wouldn’t
see any different in my obedience. They are both my Masters and are to be
obeyed to the letter and own my will at each moment.”
HILDA:
It all started two
years ago, when I was 19 y o. I had as an early teenager discovered that I had
a very submissive nerve in me, but I also had a strong will of my own and knew
what I wanted and made it happen. In sexual behavior I want the man to clearly
tell me how he wanted me. Not only tell me, more that he stir me in his own
direction.
I really enjoy standing
to his attention.
The situation when a
man decides over me and commands me it is turning-on wonderful feelings inside
of me. After that he doesn’t need to do so very much for me to cum and a
love-making afterwards will be heaven-like.
I notice these feelings
early in my teen-age and let my big brother play around and command me. Not in
sexual ways naturally, but as a helpful sister. I was at his disposal in
everyday duty. I made his bed, cleaned his room, run his errands, carried his
books and return them to the library. I also waited on him at the table, but
mostly when our parent wasn’t home. They would object.
I had early fantasies
about 24/7-relation with a man, but it also scared me a bit.
Security was important
like reliability and faithfulness.
I meet Mats and lived
in his house close to four months. Our games started with that he a Saturday,
when we were alone, as a ploy, was allowed to decide what we should do and what
was suppose to happen and I promise to obey him.
In our agreement were
ordinary events but soon it glide over to sexual action on my behalf. He
ordered and I executed his commands and found it very stimulating and arousing.
That was my cup of tea.
He didn’t need to
seduce me, just steer me.
The power over me as I
allowed him increased more and more and soon he started to take over my life. I
loved Mats those days and I think I still do in a way.
The turning point came
one day, 2 years ago, when he told me that he wanted to give me free, but
actually that HE wanted to be free from me.
He lived in my flat
(apartment) and moved back to his own.
He told me that he
loved me and loved to be my Master, but that he wanted “free air” and to know
what he wanted with his life. Perhaps he would come back to me, but he couldn’t
promise it for sure.
What could I do more
than cry uncontrollably in my complete despair?
I felt it like my life
was finished, that I couldn’t live without of Mats, my Master. I could do
absolutely anything for him.
When he broke up with
me I told him that he could do anything he wanted with me and that I would obey
him blindly, what ever he ordered me. But he was unyielding.
I even tried to kill
myself with some tablets that I found in the bathroom cabinet but it ended with
that I vomit so awfully that I was afraid to not getting air between the throw-ups.
I remembering that I
was on my all four over the toilet and the cover to the lavatory hit me in the back
of my head. It was made by plastic and that was my luck, other ways I had been
beaten to death by the cover instead *smile*.
When my poor attempt
failed I had to keep living and that was what I wanted all the time.
My attempt was only a
cry for help because I call Mats before I took the pills and told his answering
machine and told him what I was up to do, in a nasty way. You mustn’t try to
force anyone to love you, but I was desperate.
The feeling of missing
him accelerated to be worse as the time passed.
I could sit in my car
outside of his house just for a glimpse of him passing out or in to his house.
Very early in the
morning I sat the alarm-clock just to go over there and see him cross the
street on his way to work. But I sat my car so far away that he couldn’t see me
and borrow my brother’s binoculars and wondered for a short moment what the neighbors
should think.
I also call him just
to hear his voice, but when he answered I said nothing. Wrong
number – every time, Hmmm.
One month past and I
long for him as much as the first day. I felt that I couldn’t live without him,
but keep breathe every second minute.
Elin forced me to go with her to an in-door-party.
There were a lot of people, with which I had nothing in common.
I didn’t want to go
there, but did it just to be nice to Elin. She had
promise to give me a lift home, but I had to promise to stay one hour. She
didn’t drink anything stronger than water so she could drive her car. I think
she was prepared to do so.
I saw her on the other
side of the room talking to a very hair-haired and rather nice-looking gay lad.
They looked both in my direction and the boy came over to me, directed of her,
I could understand and felt fairly humiliated.
- Hallo there
- Hallo! I answered in
a social and polite way.
He was nice to look at
but he wasn’t Mats.
- Are you alone here?
- No I came with Elin. I answered him politely but could detect chilliness
in my voice.
Actually I just wanted
to go, leave him and go back to my own sorrow. Sometimes it is so
masochistically nice just to feel sorrow for oneself, especially when nobody
else does it.
But I stayed of an inscrutable
reason.
- Elin
talked about you and that your boyfriend had broke up with you and so.
I felt anger rising in
me. Where had she got the right to give out my private-life? I felt so exposed
by her. Hell, I trusted her!
I hadn’t answered him,
but he continued:
- I’m also alone now
and I know exactly how it feels.
One can’t think of
anything else, can’t sleep and can not be awake. You want to hear the other
person’s voice, feel closeness and warmth.
I felt that I thaw out
a bit and some of the rage against Elin rested. Here
I had a boy that understood feelings, how it felt.
He got me a drink and
I took it despite that I had decided to not drink and not stay.
He kept describing the
feelings of forsakenness as I felt them and I melted more and more. I liked him
and I liked to be near to him as I liked his voice and his words. I felt calm
and easy.
Though he was the one
who talked I liked to talk to him.
In the same moment as Elin passed by us he asked me:
- Do you want to come
along home to me after the party so we can continue to talk and feeling sorry
for each other?
Yes, I felt in a cling-firmly-way
to go with him. I didn’t want to end this calm and nice
feelings now.
Elin stopped, lean towards him and whisper to him,
but loud for me to hear it:
- Don’t ask her what
she wants; simply tell her what to do. She is like me, you know.
If my eyes could kill
she had been dead at the spot. Yes, I could have “killed” her, in that
humiliating moment. She smiled against me and kissed in the air to me. She is
nice anyway, so unaffected natural.
- Okay, he answered
HER!
But he had his eyes on
my all the time.
- Follow me NOW!
He said shortly.
It was like an order
but it spoke to something deep inside of me; “A man who told me what to do and
expected me to obey.”
He turned his back to
me and walked against the front door.
It felt actually nice
to obey him and follow him. I had felt strongly before that he was an emotional
person.
I collected my coat
and noticed that he had no outdoor clothes.
He didn’t turn to me
until we were at the street and then only to say:
- My car sits over
there.
- But you can’t drive
you have been drinking.
I was terrified to
ride with a drink-driver.
- I always have water
or juice in my glass.
He continued in
direction to his car and when we were 20 meters away he pressed a button on his
key and the car answered him with two short “blipps”,
the light inside the car lighten and the flashing indicators flickered.
He opened the door to
the driver’s seat and said:
- Sit in there!
He nodded at the right
seat and I obeyed him. It didn’t felt wrong. He seems to be a man who knew what
he wanted. He was firm and appeared to be nice on his inside. He was calm and
secure. What more can a girl ask for? Many must be content with less then that.
His gentleman-mood was
gone and I didn’t disagree. I always was embarrassed by foolish men.
When I was sitting in
the car ha said shortly:
- The seat safety
belt!
In a flash of a second
I felt anger that rose inside of me.
I know that I’m taking
the safety belt on, I thought indignant. But I cooled quickly off. Perhaps he
took notice of me, cared for me. I felt it like it was thousand years since
anyone cared for me.
I had longed for the
feeling of being taken charge of and being directed for over one month now.
I had had, in my
loneliness, fantasies about obeying Mats totally. To obey him so totally that
if he had ordered me to undress in a gathering of people I would have done it.
I felt my heart growing by the thought of my submission. It felt so longing and
ticklish in my tummy.
To obey is also a very
relaxing state of mind when I rest my brain and let my body actions be steered
by a voice. I love that and it recharges my mental batteries.
But it also transferred
the responsibility for my actions to the Master. A good Master handles all the thinking
ahead and the strategy of my movements. I can relax in my only obeying him.
//
If there are still
interests out there in the cyberspace I will continue.
Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.
/Cecilita
Cecilita
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