Anna's Awakening
Anna had just gotten out of the shower after a wild afternoon playing in the
garden. As a bead of water from her long wet black hair slowly caressed the soft
curve of her breast, she shivered with anticipation... Her Master was coming
over tonight.
Pacing the house after washing the sweat, dirt, and mud off her body; dreaming
of her day spent fitfully weeding her garden, and remembering every time she
fingered her recently awakened and constantly voracious pussy, Anna thought of
the first time she met her Master, not to mention her boss.
Julian St Claire was a very wealthy man whose family business owns the nursing
home, and most of the shares in the hospital where Anna was employed as the
Director of Nursing. Having only dealt with the accountants and the hired
managers who ran the home, the first time she met Mr. St Claire Anna did not
know who he was and was ignorant of the relationship between him and her
favorite resident. As a result, she was almost deliberately rude to him when he
requested to speak to Mrs. St Claire alone. He interrupted her caring for one
of her residents, and had the pure gall to order her out of the room and leave
him alone with her charge! Anna had never seen this man before, and was not
about to leave Mrs. St Claire alone with a stranger without more information,
until the lady in question greeted her grandson affectionately.
"Hello My dear boy, come here and give Grandma a hug and kiss." Pursing her lips
and leaning toward this... Man.
After stepping forward, and kissing his grandmother on the cheek, Julian looked
at this rude person and raised an eyebrow at the bright red color her face had
attained. Chuckling to himself, he asked her if he might spend some time with
his grandmother and she stammered something unintelligible and ran out of the
room in quite a hurry. Running down the hall to her office, alternately blushing
and sweating, and having chills run down her back, Anna was terrified she had
upset HIM... the faceless and ageless man who signed her paychecks. She had
heard of Julian St Claire, and in all reports he was absolutely merciless with
gossip, strict with his values and very morally adept. No one that she had heard
talk about Mr. St Claire had anything negative to say about him... not even a
hint of scandal was left in his wake, and she had just told him that he could
not be with his Grandmother, was actually very abrupt and rude to him... Anna
was mortified, angry, and self deprecating at intervals beating herself up in
her office for most of the day after her near fatal mistake career wise, until
she thought he must have left . Like a mouse she hid her head in her most sacred
retreat, her office, her sanctuary doing busy work creating staff schedules;
revising policy manuals and chewing off her fingernails.
A little after the lunch hour had passed, Anna felt it was safe to go and get
her meal from the kitchen. Slowly walking to the door of her office, getting
rather scared and beginning to feel sick from the churning butterflies in her
stomach, Anna made her cautious way to the kitchen. She had lunch and passed the
day without further incident other than the usual incidents one has in a nursing
home, by the time she was ready to head out for a late dinner and a hot bath
only to repeat her dull and overly structured day tomorrow. Anna found herself
day-dreaming of the gorgeous and mysterious Mr. St Claire. For the moment she
allowed her dull and dreary life to take the back seat. Her day at work done,
Anna walked out to her car, not paying attention to her surroundings, but
dreaming of Mr. St Claire and his wonderfully rich and cultured voice, and his
obviously strong shoulders. Anna thought to herself, my god girl, did you get a
look at his hands? How would his well shaped, long and slender fingers,
manicured and buffed nails, masculine musicians' hands, would feel on her body?
Heaving a sigh at how lonely her life was now that her Grandmother was gone,
Anna glanced up from her purse, still digging around to find her car keys, her
hand froze in mid dig and that sick feeling in her stomach returned when she saw
the huge black and chrome limousine blocking her car so she could not get out of
her parking space.
"Speak of the Devil and He shall appear." She thought as she gaped at the
vehicle arrogantly blocking her progress.
The chauffeur got out, put his hat on and needlessly preened for Anna's benefit,
with a slow measured walk, he came around and opened one of the back doors
saying as he did so...
"Mr. Julian St Claire sends his apologies for not being able to come and get you
himself, and would like to extend his hospitality to you this evening. I am here
to deliver you to the Manor. Please take a seat." With a flourish of his very
smart hat, and a wave of his hand, he invited her to do so.
With a stunned expression on her face and a kalidoscope of emotions ranging from
fear, anger, excitement, the helpless need to obey, and her natural curiosity,
Anna stepped forward with a shy thank you to the very gracious and polite, even
if he behaved like a rooster in a hen house, chauffeur. Quaking with fear she
sat in the spacious interior, put her seat belt on and held her purse in a white
knuckled grip sure she was going to lose her job. Anna did not notice that she
was not alone in the backseat of the limo, when she felt a cool hand on the back
of her neck and looked into the kind face of the other female occupant, she very
nearly screamed in shock and fear. This woman was no more than 2 feet away from
her and in her overly emotional state; she had not noticed her when she got in.
Boy was she in for the shock of her life!
She came back to herself with a sigh, and silly grin thinking about how far she
had come since then...
After using all the hot water and still not able to satisfy the constant itch in
her crotch, Anna was finally well scrubbed; smelling of the summer sun, her
lean, smooth thighs gently grazed each other and caused frissons of pleasure to
find their way to her freshly denuded sex. She felt as if she were walking on a
cloud, with her head all muzzy and a giddy feeling in her stomach, Anna was
getting that certain drowsy feeling that has had her hand buried all day. Fresh
from the shower, and she was already wet again.
She was brimming with nervous energy, with nothing to do, but twiddle her thumbs
and watch as the next 5 hours stretch slowly by until Julian arrived. Anna
never in a million years thought she would ever find anyone to make her feel
this special; until now at the age of 28. FINALLY after 10 years of living a
lonely; solitary life, she felt wanted and desired. She cannot believe she was
the same woman who was thinking of buying some cats to keep her company or
offing herself in silent despair.
Six months ago, this beautiful; vivacious woman was a lonely spinster with her
hair always severely pulled back off her face in a thick chignon at the base of
her neck. Anna almost never wore more make-up beyond lipstick, a pale shade that
only slightly enhanced her lips'natural reddish hue, and never perfume. Her
only vices were a nicely plucked and shaped brow line and her bad habit of
smoking when she is nervous-which seems to be quite often lately. Most often
she would be found in her uniform whites, or a shapeless dress in drab solid
colors, absolutely no leggings, pants or shorts were part of her origional
wardrobe, of course her skirts covered every inch of skin. All in all a proper
description would be the pinched faced severe head nurse, chasing the home
residents with a clipboard and thermometer. Her staff respected her, but they
never asked her to come out with them after work, almost never socialized with
her, because Anna seemed to be unapproachable. Through no fault of her own, and
as a result of her upbringing, Anna was a social outcaste, she was just too
square for her own good.
Anna's life had centered on that damn nursing home, God, how she hated her
previous life, above all she hated the need to box her innate desires in the
expectancies of 'polite society'. For the first time that Anna could remember in
a life of suffering, she actually felt like she belonged somewhere, and her life
was a worthwhile gift from God. Mr. Julian St. Clair had opened her eyes to a
different way of living not too long after their first meeting. At the very
auspicious moment of that meeting, Mr. St Claire had no idea how close he had
come to having to replace his head nurse. Anna was on the verge of committing
suicide, having given up looking for a life that did not feel like she was
living in a monotone... now she lived in Technicolor.
Having been taken advantage of in previous relationships, and molested by her
father before He and her Mother died in a particularly nasty car crash, Anna had
felt that the only one she could depend on was her, she missed those
disciplinary sessions with Daddy, no one could understand that she needed to be
punished like that, she needed to be controlled by her desire to please. No one
knew what she went through, and she liked it that way. Anna's forced solitary
existence was her own defense against hurt; and a puritanical societies
disapproval. Anna had a deep seated need to please, and be found pleasing. It
was her decision to isolate herself that was killing her verve for life and
letting her spirit stagnate. Julian had given her a new lease on life when he
had validated her needs, and praised her natural ability to submit to another's
needs that first time. Now she felt she could let go and let someone else take
the reins of her life and let Him make the decisions as to where they would go,
what she would wear or even eat for the exchange of looking after someone, and
in turn being looked after.
She had shaved her pussy tonight because Julian suggested He might like it. The
velvety skin rubbing on her thighs was a curious feeling, she felt so
deliciously nude! Intellectually she understood why people would want to be
clean shaven down there, it felt so smooth, doubly sensitive to touch, and was
unbelievably clean, but she had never been able to think of such things without
glowing a beautiful shade of red.
Smiling to herself, Anna thought 'If Grandmother could see me now...'
This body sculptured by the Gods, hated by her Grandmother, and until just
recently, the bane of her existence, was the reason she was constantly lectured
on the lechery of men, and warned to be ever vigilant of being seen as a
"scarlet" woman. God forbid she should ever be lusted after by the opposite
sex! Now here she was sex slave to a very rich libertine, lusted after by all
his cronies, not to mention being used sexually by complete strangers at the
whim of Mr. St Claire. Anna had found a man to whom she could deny nothing of
herself. From that first moment HE took control of her body and mind, Anna
finally felt free to be who she was deep down inside, no longer needing to hide
inside societies box.
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Anna sighed in frustration and tossed the remote control down on the table, 90
channels and not a damn thing was on television, she wasn't interested in
sitting all night on the computer, so she locked the doors, opened the windows
in the house to coax a nice cool breeze into the house, grabbed a glass of wine,
her cigarettes, and a book to go outside and read, to try to calm the
butterflies in her stomach; and cool the mounting burn in her groin.
Scantily clad in very minimal clothing using just enough material to cover her
breasts and naked loins, she moved out to the patio to get at least some relief
from the thick humid late evening air. Even with the 8 foot privacy fence
surrounding the house and grounds, she felt too vulnerable if she was completely
nude, so she wore as little as possible as she had been instructed to do. She
crossed over to the last beam of sunlight shining on the deck, placed her glass
and book on the table. Taking a cigarette out of the pack, Anna quickly lit it
and drew the smoke deep into her lungs, inhaling deeply, and expelling the smoke
from her lungs in a long satisfied sigh as a cool breeze caused her short flimsy
skirt to fly up and show the world her fantastically rounded and firm bottom,
and to tantalize that burning sensation deep inside her. She let her head fall
back on her shoulders, bowing her back to force her aching breasts against the
bikini material, and ran her hands up and down her firm belly, careful not to
burn herself with the cigarette, causing shivers of pleasure to race up and down
her body. Anna had a desire, a deep burning ache that she could not quench. All
day long it has built, and on each consecutive orgasm the deep down sexual
tension grew sharper and she found it harder to ignore her body's needs. Given
her meager experience in this new lifestyle, she could tell this is going to be
one night she needed a good thrashing to finally get that ultimate release. In
short, Anna felt wonderful.
She was a kept woman, never again needing to work; Julian did indeed replace his
Director of Nursing when he found out her shaky mental state. Now she saw a
psychologist weekly, she got plenty of exercise, and all he asked in return was
her obedience and submission. Having never felt so good in her life Anna could
do nothing less than she did by accepting His kind and gracious offer, going
above and beyond His expectations by falling helplessly in love with him and his
soft cultured speach and gentle mannerisms of a well adjusted Male Dominant. He
was a gentle disciplinarian preferring to deny sexual release before using
corporal punishment.
She no longer needed to work at the home because she was to be Julian's personal
assistant after her sabbatical, and a satisfactory report from her physical
trainer and psychologist. Anna never thought that she was being groomed as a sex
slave, and she would not until it was too late for her to change her fate. For
lack of will power or want she would be hooked and sold to the highest bidder.
Standing facing the setting sun, soaking in the last rays of the day, Anna felt
an inner peace, an acceptance and flood of warmth between her legs. God! She
was horny... even more now than when she had met Julian St Claire. Back then
Anna could very easily go days or weeks without touching herself, but then again
she had never been so happy a day in her life before Julian appeared in her
office with his offer and her signed letter of resignation.
Anna loved and blindly trusted Julian, He had been so kind to her that she never
suspected that he could have, nor would have, paid someone to come into her
house and exchange most of the food for the same products enhanced by a hormone
that dramatically increases and enhances the body's reaction to sexual
stimulation. After 6 months unwittingly on the drug, Anna was now so hormonally
energized; she could not have refused to respond to his touch, for that matter
anyone's touch, even if she had wanted to. Her progress and self discovery, not
to mention her indoctrination was exactly where Julian wanted it. It was very
soon that she found herself in a quandry... caught between a rock and a hard
place so to say. The hormone and chemical pleasure areas were just too strong
for her to ignore, she had to cum and she had to cum often... hence her
quandary, she was ordered to play as often as she wanted to, but not to
completion, denied that final orgasm, but her body wouldn't let her stop herself
from cumming. Virtually guaranteeing her a punishment when Julian found out she
had played to the point of orgasm, and went on to climax several times though
forbidden to do so. There was absolutely no way she could mask or cover up the
fact that she had so blatantly, and repeatedly disobeyed one of his orders.
Julian was counting on just that sort of disobedience. He wanted her so horny
she would be begging to be used, abused, and hurt for his pleasure, just on the
thought that she MAY be allowed to cum and quiet her aching pussy-Anna soon
found out there was not much hope in that unless she were to be tied down so she
could not touch herself. Even then there was no releaf to be had for her. Anna
could not shut her brain up and kept seeing different sexual positions she had
enjoyed with Julian. Double Whammy!
Anna finished her cigarette and planted it in the terra cotta planter by the
door, licked her full berry red lips and hugged herself tight, growling in
frustration, walked over and turned on the patio light so she could read as she
passed the time until Julian was due to arrive.
She returned to her deck lounger, straddled the chair and pulled the back of her
skirt up before sitting down so she could feel the cool material on her nude
bottom. While trying to sit comfortably with her knees spread and her feet
relaxed wide apart so the air could get to her pussy easily, a cool refreshing
breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and flipped it up above her navel. Anna
giggled with the unexpected thrill, breathed a sigh, put her book down after
reading the same two words over and over, slowly reached to arrange her
clothing, and became mesmerized by the sight of her newly shaved pubis. The
breeze had coaxed the lips to swell, and she could feel the lubricating juices
start to flow again.
Feeling deliciously naughty, Anna opened her legs wider, placed her feet on the
floor on each side of her lounge chair, then reached down to see if it was still
as smooth as it looked for the hundredth time that evening. While running her
fingers over the sensitive skin, little sparks of recognition and remembrance
skitter over the flesh to find a home in the very center of her pussy's almost
insatiable hunger. She loved the smooth feeling of her naked pussy lips; it was
such a wonderful contrast from the scratchiness of a hairy one.
Since meeting her new Master, she has had little trouble dealing with being as
highly sexed as she was these days. Anna for the first time felt completely
alive and ready to take anything life threw at her as long as she could feel
this way forever. Just the mere thought of hearing His voice would send her into
proxims of pleasure. Her breasts would plump with the anticipation of His touch,
and her pussy would engorge and prepare itself for His invasion. Her bottom
would tingle where He would spank it. Anna just couldn't help the urge to play
to completion despite being ordered not to... she didn't have the self control.
Anna was too busy living to realize she was being very subtly trained.
Her constant arousal had her in such a warm daze that she decided to indulge her
urge to play for the umpteenth time. His parting instructions to her was to play
as often as she felt the need, with the punch line of not being able to cum
unless expressly directed to by Him, and to tell Him her most secret dark
fantasy... for the freedom to touch herself she agreed, having no intention of
following the no Cumming rule.
Continuing to run her fingers lightly up and down her now engorged pussy lips,
she played with the early lubrication of her arousal, spreading it around trying
to pinch the lips and feeling the silky skin slipping through her fingers,
tickling her grasping asshole and setting her bottom into pleasure spasms, she
was getting hornier by the moment... Anna ran her fingernails up and down her
inner thighs, and roughly pinched her tingling nipples before lightly caressing
the pouty wet lips and gently grazing her aching clit with a long well manicured
fingernail. Anna tickled the now freely flowing wet hole relishing the
instantaneous surge of pleasure and her finger slipping easily in and our of her
completely smooth pussy lips.
Anna's dreaming mouth fell open in an aroused pout, her tongue snaked out to
moisten her full lips, a moan of pleasure escapes her when she begins panting
and trying to hold back her orgasm and stop as she was ordered to. The stopping
and starting was driving her crazy, before long Anna could no longer think
clearly with the way her body was screaming at her for climax, so she gave in,
once more, closed her eyes and dropped herself into her favorite fantasy,
oblivious to the Men standing in the kitchen gazing avidly at her wildly tossing
hair, heaving chest, erect nipples, and furiously busy hand stuffed into her
pussy glistening with her juices, while caressing the bulge in their pants as
their eyes devoured her with a hunger that was almost physical.
