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Hilda’s two Masters
part 4 of 15
- A last question
about this. I know that you have been desperate getting Mats back. If he wanted
you back now, what would you answer him?
- To be honest, I
don’t know any longer. If you had asked
me yesterday my answer had been a clear YES PLEASE, my body wants it but my
proud ness should forbid it. Certainly I had to swallow my prod ness.
But
today? OH, I honestly don’t
know.
I wanted to be honest
to him, though I thought that the question was unimportant and hypothetic.
I detected a little of
jealousy and that felt so well.
He left the subject
and we drank our coffee quietly and that felt okay. I noticed that he drank his
coffee in my way, sipping and tasting. That is another plus.
His plus-side in my
book began to be full and there must be some minus, even if I hadn’t got a
glimpse of them yet.
His promise for me to
have a good time and enjoy him scared me a bit. I wanted to show him my
register of skills so I could detect if he was pleased with me or not.
But I accepted him as
my Master and if he wanted another order it was up to him. It could be a
parenthesis in my pleasure-giving if he ordered me to have pleasure before him.
He rose and went into
the bedroom followed by me.
When he undressed
himself I waited for further orders in the order-position. I felt so
provocatively nice to wait in that position. I want him to steer me and it felt
so calm and permissive. I looked down for a moment and saw that my tits were
erected and waiting for his hands or his eyes.
If it had been the
first time as usual I had been tensed and felt thousands of unknown demands,
which I couldn’t identify and perhaps not met up to.
This abominable
stress-spook named “First time!”
To play the role of
the slave-girl is the best ticket out from that stress.
Of course I wanted it
to be as its very best this first time and I wanted nothing for myself only for
him, for him to be fully satisfied.
Now I took the easy
way out. He was the one who had to expose his hidden sexual yearning and I had
only to fulfill them.
In this way the
submission and obedience become so calm and comfortable and not as some sisters
are afraid of, something humiliating and hateful.
This is my simple way
to look upon it.
He has already taken
the lead and I let him steer. So he is responsible for everything that happens,
good or bad, and I have only to obey in my full assurance that everything will
be good for him and by that for me.
Suddenly I felt
happiness from this wonderful order-position. It is so ticklish fantastic to
outstretch my naked body knowing that he can see everything that I have to
offer and that he can freely select from that offers. It is so unmasking,
submissive and surrendering nice.
Now he was steering me
and it was for me to be lead and obey him and I felt that I want to do that
gladly.
So he went naked into
the bed and at the same time he folded the quilt on the other side of the bed,
patted his hand on the sheet at his left side and said shortly:
- Here!
My God how nice it was
that he steered me.
I took my hands from
my neck, took three quick steps forwards and crawl under the quilt. It felt
cold against my naked skin, but it gave me a wonderful confirmation of my
nakedness.
The gesture that he
folded the guilt showed my heart that he cared for me and perhaps also took
responsibility for me, I thought with my finger at the plus-side in my book.
Mats would never have done that.
But I also understood
that it was time for me to discover some minus on his behalf. I’m not a child
that believes in fairly tails with only positive factors. By the way, some
minus would actually make him human.
But I had no hurry to
find them.
I took advances of my
slave-girl-role and was passively waiting, as a slave-girl must do.
I lie on my back, with
my hands at the sides, with my legs close together and with my toes up under
the cover. I had my head on his left arm, which rested straight out along the
pillow.
He bended over me and
approach my face with his. We kissed on his initiative. I responded to his kiss
and when I felt his tongue in my mouth my tongue met it.
I was very careful to
let him take every initiative. It also felt so relaxing and nice. It was so
passive and relaxing and so without of responsibility and consequence, to just
obey and be led.
He had so clearly
taken over the lead that there was no risk that my passivity could be
misjudged. I was his slave-girl now. He had told me to call him Master or
Master Micke, with that he had accepted the leader-role. I could calmly push
that first-time-spook away and go into my obedient slave-girl role.
He would in his role
steer all events, small as big. In that way only those thing would happen that
he wanted, nothing else. I wanted to be enjoyable for him and in exactly the
way he wanted it. If I wait until he ordered me, I also knew that it was
exactly at his will. He knew the most of my female assets so it was for him to
pick and choose, but in a commanding tone.
It all was so
wonderful and stimulating and felt nice in my waiting body. All normal
expectations were securely put to zero and I had to wait for his initiative and
then obey. I hoped that he also felt this magic moment like I did.
He took my right hand
and guided it under the cover to his cock. My hand obeyed him and grabs hold of
it. It was hard, hard as steel. How could he be so hard so quickly after his last release? That was a good omen.
There was no way that
it could consist of flesh and blood, as hard as it was, but still soft in the
skin and pulsating warm and nice. I noticed myself that my tongue outside my
will moved in licking movement on his tongue. But he must have noticed that I
captured his tongue and enclosed it carefully with my lips in the same time as
my tongue searched over its tip in a barely touching movement, as if……
I took no initiative,
only a female discreet insinuation of a suggestion. A secure and familiar
longing I had.
As I lie on his left
arm he turned his hand to my head and gave me a super-light, but distinct push
in back of my head.
Mostly girls would not
understand that body sign, but a slave-girl does and I rose quickly and dive
under the cover.
Within two seconds I
had captured his cock again and now directly between my longing lips and
suck-concentrated mouth.
Jesus, how nice to
have a warm and demanding cock surrounded by my lips and let the tongue inspect
and caress it.
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BTW: This signal to me
becomes his “suck-order” for me in the future. As soon as he touches the back
of my head in a distinct push I throw myself down and took care of his cock
with my mouth. It was he who must take responsibility for it, if the situation,
the place and the surrounding were right. And soon I knew that I would do it in
a middle of a gathering of people if he touched the nape of my head in a
distinct push.
I noticed that he
avoided to accidentally touching that place on my body. At some occasions he
tested me, but interrupted it before my rapidity had caused general offence.
When I felt his
responsibility and care for me I didn’t even look around.
It becomes a game, a
test between us and it was a very nice game and a thrilling challenge of his
responsibility, but also of my blind obedience. I can’t explain how nice it
felt to just obey him. I had not to think that was his department.
At one of his obedient
tests he put a blindfold on me head and lead me fully dressed in to a room,
passing several rooms.
I heard many people
there and assume it was an ongoing party as I heard voices all around me,
discussing and talking.
He stood before me and
suddenly I felt that touch in the back of my neck with that little push that
was agreed. Without of any hesitation I kneel before him, open up his fly. I
was not hesitating but just a little slow, so he could stop me if he wanted to.
As no contra-order came I took hold of his cock, took it out, opened my mouth
and started the oral stimulation (fellatio). I felt humiliated as the voices
continued and now with an “Oh dear!” and “I say!” from different directions
around me.
I decided to ignore
it. I was his slave-girl and I had only to obey him, he had the whole
responsibility for my actions. It felt so good and it ticklish my private parts
a lot.
I felt in this a
strong solidarity with him.
I heard his voice
again:
- Stop!
And as soon as I
obeyed him, still kneeling, I almost froze at his next command:
- Naked!
At that order I must
at lightning speed undress and become nude. With a clear thought of “I don’t
care if he say so!”, I rose and started to undress as
quickly and effective as I could. Within two minutes I put myself in
order-position completely nude with voices all around me.
As I
heard other “Oh!”-word
around me I felt a sting of humiliation that directly subdued by my obedience
and slave-girl feelings.
He let me stand in
that vulnerable position for several minutes and I only felt that I was his
slave-girl.
I started to wonder
how many of this people that would recognize me tomorrow, perhaps think of me
as a slut or simply Micke’s mindless slave-girl. Some men would possibly think
of me in the superlative and envy Michael his resource of pleasure.
Suddenly all the
voices fall silent.
His hands released the
blindfold and he tock it away.
- Very good girl. You
passed the test, very good, very good. You are in deed an obedient slave-girl.
I looked around me and
suddenly all the people was gone. We were the only people in the room and the
door was closed.
He explained that we
were in an Audio-room, that he had borrowed from en friend. The room had
loudspeakers all around and was used to simulate f ex crowds.
I felt a little
cheated but melted when he shower me with praise.
He had not only the
responsibility, he had also the right to test my obedience in any way he
wanted, I thought quietly.
I didn’t know then
that he would use this right on the limit to the absolutely ness.
There had never been
any real people in the room, only their voiced, recorded somewhere else, but it
fooled me and probably anyone.
I felt secure in that
I obeyed him blindly and slavishly and that was the main thing. I liked the ticklish
nice feeling in my stomach and in my slave-girl backbone.
What was more
important was my confidence in him that he had built up day after day.
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Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement. I’m stealing time
from other tasks.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.
/Cecilita
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