What Sara Needs

Chapter 6

Sara was jolted awake by the sound of the telephone ringing next to her bed.  She rolled over quickly and grabbed the receiver, pulling it to her ear.  “Hello,” she breathed into the phone.

“Good morning, pet.”  It was Him.  She bolted upright in her bed and snapped to attention.

“Good morning, Sir.” 

“How did you sleep, my little slut trainee?”

“Very well, thank you, Sir.”

“Were you a good girl last night?”

“Yes Sir, I was.  I followed your orders exactly, Sir.  I beat my ass as hard as I could.”  While she spoke she got out of bed and approached the full-length mirror.  She turned so her back was facing it and she twisted herself so she could see over her shoulder.  With her free hand she lifted the night gown she put on before getting into bed, exposing her ass.  There they were.  The first bruises of her new life.  They were already black and blue.  She lightly traced their outlines with her finger, feeling the swelling and the stinging they caused.  Her attention returned to Him.  “You will be pleased to know that I have several black and blues, Sir.”

“Excellent,” he said.  “Did you enjoy your punishment, Sara?

“Oh yes, Sir.  It made me very horny.  I was so happy to do it in order to please you, Sir.  Will I see you today so I can show you my bruises?

“Yes, later.  I will be coming over for dinner.  I expect you to cook a first-rate meal for me.”

“Yes Sir.  It will give me great pleasure to do so.  Is there anything in particular you want me to make?”

“Make me a steak and a baked potato, a nice salad and a vegetable.”

“Yes, Sir.  Sir, should I cook for two people or one?”  He laughed a gentle laugh, as if he was amused by her question.

“You will cook for two, pet.  I expect you to join me while I eat.  They continued to talk and she told him of her plans for the day.  He was glad to hear that she was going to clean the house.  He told her that he likes a clean house, and that he expected her to maintain hers as if it was his.  This was not a problem for her.  She always kept a neat home.  She was raised to keep a home presentable.  Laundry was done as needed and clothes were ironed, folded and put away immediately.  Meals were always healthy and cooked fresh.  Sara knew she was a man’s dream come true.  She just needed Him to realize it and to take possession of her, and she would gladly do all of these things for Him.  He seemed pleased to hear that Debbie would be out for the night, staying over at her best friend’s house. 

What Sara didn’t know was that he was coming over tonight not only for a home-cooked meal, but to take charge of her and her life.  Tonight, she was going to submit to him.  He would make her His.

She spent the day doing all the mundane tasks a normal housewife does on a Saturday.  She shopped and cleaned and drove her daughter to her friend’s house and then to the mall.  Her friend’s mom did the pick up later in the day, so Sara had time to concentrate on preparing the best meal she could and to make her home and herself as presentable as possible for His first visit.  It was the most important thing in the world to her that he would be impressed with her home and the meal that she cooked.  She hoped He would honor her with a compliment or two.  Most of all she hoped He would take her in the way she needed to be taken.  She was desperate to have His cock fuck her hard tonight.  She so wanted him to shoot a gigantic wad of cum deep into her tight, wet pussy making her cum like the fuck slut she wanted to be.  It crossed her mind to bring up the issue of protection as well.  Would he want to get her pregnant?  Her heart beat faster at the thought of it.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not.  It was too early to think of such things.  Then she realized that it wasn’t her decision anyway.  He would decide whether or not she would have anymore children. 

Sara was ready and waiting for Him a half an hour before he was supposed to arrive.  She had showered and shaved her legs earlier.  While dinner was cooking she put on her makeup and dressed as she knew He would like.  She used her best perfume to top it all off, and when she did look in the mirror, she knew she was ready for Matt, ready for her Master to make her His.

Matt arrived exactly at seven and rang the doorbell just once.  Sara rushed quickly to the door so He would not have to wait one second more than necessary.  She was trembling when she slowly opened the door to see Him standing there, and gripped the door to steady herself.  “Welcome to my home, Master.  Please come in.”  Matt was wearing a dark sports jacket and dress slacks.  His shoes were polished and his hair was perfectly combed.  She liked what she saw.  He stepped into the entry hallway and she closed the door behind Him.  When she turned back around he was staring at her with what seemed like an angry expression on His face.  Her mind raced.  What had she done wrong?  What was He waiting for?  The seconds seemed like an eternity.  Suddenly it hit her.  She hadn’t greeted Him properly.  She hadn’t showed Him the proper respect He deserved.  She sank to her knees and lowered her head.  “I’m sorry, Master.  Please forgive this humble slave.”  His hand reached out and cupped her chin pulling her face up so that their eyes met.

“You will be punished for that later, Sara.  Now get up and show me around your house.”  She arose from her kneeling position and walked through to the living room.  He entered and looked around, nodding his head.  “Very nice.  I like your furnishings.  You won’t have to change much.”

“Thank you, Master.”  From there they walked through the dining room and entered the kitchen.  He looked around and nodded again. 

“The food smells good.  How long before dinner will be ready?’

“About ten minutes, Sir.”

“Good, just enough time to see the rest of the house.”  With that they proceeded upstairs to see the bedrooms.  Sara’s room was first.  Matt stepped in as if he owned the place, and in the not too distant future, he would own it.  He turned to her.  “A typical teenager’s room.  We can leave it as it is for now.  She will have to make some changes later on.”

“Yes, Sir.”  The guest room was next.  He said nothing but he did study the room carefully.  Then they entered the master bedroom.  Matt entered first and Sara followed like a puppy, her heart beating fast as she waited for His approval.

“Mmmmm….This room needs some work.  It is too feminine for my taste.  You will have to redecorate it according to my wishes, and to show your new position in life.”  Sara was a bit confused at first, wondering what he meant.  Would she have to throw out all of her furniture and bedding?  Would she have to buy things that were more masculine looking?  He seemed to read her mind.  “You will change the bedding and drapery to my specifications.  Wall color and decorations will have to change too.  We will also install some hardware for your training.”  As he spoke he opened the door to the walk in closet.  “Ah, that will do fine,” he said.  “Your home is adequate for our needs.  The only immediate changes will be in this room.  We will make this room your Master’s room and your training room, although the whole house will be used for your training.”  Sara was the one nodding now; it was all she could do.  No words came to her, only quiet acceptance of His will.  A warm feeling grew inside her, for she realized He was accepting her and taking control immediately.  “Now let’s go downstairs and eat.  I’m looking forward to this meal you have prepared.  Hopefully it will meet my standards and I will be happy with your efforts.”  Suddenly it hit her.  She never thought He would be judging her cooking.  She knew she was a very good cook.  She took pride in it.  Fear washed over her.  She was worried He wouldn’t like her cooking.  What would happen if He didn’t?  Would He leave her or punish her?  He led her downstairs to the dining room where she had set the table earlier with her best china and crystal.  He took the seat at the head of the table and she slipped into the kitchen to start serving the meal.  Luckily, everything turned out well.  All the work she put into it made it a fine meal for Him, and He seemed to be enjoying Himself.  As they ate they talked freely, mostly discussing what He expected of her and His beliefs on male-female relationships.  “You see, women are meant to serve men.  They are the weaker sex physically, and meant to suffer.  Child birth is a good example.  Females handle pain well because it is part of their make up to do so.  The women’s movement has screwed everyone up so badly that no one is happy anymore.  Too many women think they should be in charge of their own lives and even their husbands.  What crap!  All that has gotten them is dissatisfaction.  They drive away men and then discover that they are lonely.  Many women are finally realizing this and leaving the work force to go back to taking care of their husband, house, and kids.  They long for a strong man to control them and make all their decisions for them.  They have a natural need for a real man to provide for them.  They may not want to admit it, but they respond to a man when he acts like a man, when he takes a woman hard and conquers her.  Then she knows she is a woman.  She has satisfied him as only a woman can. 

Sara knew he was right.  This is what she wanted and needed in her life.  She wanted a strong man to take control of her and allow her to fulfill her intended role in life.  It was something primal and instinctual.  It was becoming clearer as He spoke.  He would rule and she would serve.  He would set the rules and she would follow them.  He would judge and correct her as he saw fit. 

“The only difference is that BDSM will become part of your sexual life.  You have lost your way, as so many women have, and suffering and humiliation is the way back to the correct way of life.  I will have to reshape your  personality and your life to erase the foolishness you have learned for most of your life.  Will you accept this willingly, Sara?

She looked up at Him and stared into his eyes.  She was thinking deeply and feeling the feelings He had stirred in her.  She felt her answer before her lips moved.  She was already a slave in her heart.  Her soul cried out for it.  He could easily see that, she knew.  But was He “The Master” she needed?  Would he do all he said and still take care of her, or would he just use her and abuse her and destroy her life, leaving her and her daughter in ruins?  It was time to decide with finality.  Could she commit herself, and her daughter as well, to this life without reservations.  Could she trust Matt to be the kind of Master she needed?  “Sir, may I ask a few questions?”

“Yes.”

‘”Will you take care of my daughter and I?  Will you provide for us and protect us from harm?  I understand that we will have to live by your rules and suffer when we don’t, but I don’t want our lives destroyed.  I don’t want us to be damaged and then thrown away like used up trash.  I want a man, not an uncivilized animal.  I want to be proud of my slavery to you.  I want to be so happy that I never, for a second, regret this decision.  I want to be loved.  Can you guarantee me this?

Now it was His turn to think and stare at her, but she didn’t flinch.  Her strength and determination held as His gaze burned into her.  Slowly, a sly smile spread across his face.  “Yes, I can promise you that.   You should expect nothing less from me or any man.”

“Then yes, I will accept your training, if you will have me, Master.

He stood up and stepped away from the table.  “Kneel before your Master, slave Sara.”  She once again sank to her knees before Matt, her new Master.  He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black leather collar with a silver ring hanging from the front of it.  “Gather up your hair and hold it away from your neck.”  She did as He willed her to do.  He placed the collar around her neck and buckled it into place, making sure the ring was centered and hanging down in the front.  As she felt the leather encircle her, she felt joy she hadn’t felt since her wedding day.  In fact, it was similar to what she felt that day, only stronger and more definite.  She was a slave now.  She had a Master.  She was owned.  She would fulfill her destiny and know her place in life.  She would be loved.  “Now let’s finish our meal, my slave.  Afterwards I will punish you and take you for the first time.

“Oh yes, Master,” slave Sara responded to Him.  Tears of joy formed in her eyes, but instead of rising off her knees, she bent over and kissed his shoes.  “Master, I am so happy to be yours.  May I please you right now?  Use me anyway you wish, Master.

“While I like your enthusiasm, I want to finish the meal first.  Normally, I would punish you for such an outburst, but I will allow it this one time as a collaring present to you and because I understand your happiness.

“Thank you, Master.  You are so kind.  I will make you so happy, I promise.”  With that, she got off her knees and sat back in her chair.  They resumed the meal and their conversation.  When the meal was done Matt went into the living room and turned on the T.V. while Sara cleared the table and did the dishes.  It would be only a few more minutes before they would consummate their relationship as Master and slave.